at the beginning of an ace attorney case: so this is just a straightforward homicide case
at the end:  actually this case was set in motion by the events of the fd-4 incident 19 years ago which was caused by the tr-2 incident 5 years before that which was related to the mk-7 incident six months prior, but 4 years later the qw-1 incident happened which indirectly caused the px-3 incident 15 years later, triggering the js-4 incident 2 months after, which caused th


MyMesTale character designs

Because other people have taken “MysticTale” and “MessengerTale”, also I suck at titles *sweats*

Here are the UT cast concept sketches as their roles in a Mystic Messenger crossover. I have Chara and Gaster’s ref but they’re a bit spoiler-ish to my story idea so I’ll leave them for now :)

You can tell that I’m too happy with this crossover. I hope you guys like how I gave the color schemes to every character qw q

Poetry by Stephh-qws

Do they get to you, saint?
Do they get to you?
The peaks of despair,
The fear of indoctrination,
The nothingness of a life
And the wind from the rough mornings?
Could it be so hard to feel
How you’re falling through the saints?
But what do you feel?
I only have my words
And a word of yours,
My dream and your fear.

Please stay in the wind
And pray for me,
For my soul
And tell me where it is
Because I lost it.
Please gather its sheds
And give it back to me.
Please let it disfigured
So I can see a peak of God in it
And then I will feel.
You have to keep your soul untouched,
You have to stay clean,
You, saint!

An Original Quick Watercolor Work. #395

Requested by crazy-smart-love. I’ve just returned home and am trying to get things sorted out, before I start painting my next batch of art. In the meantime, I have QWs on queue and will be responding to all your asks/ msgs. (: Hope I’ll have strength to conquer this week’s agenda and so do you!! x

Check out THE ARTIC SOUL for more original artworks.

The Anniversary Night

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Band: BTS
Member: Namjoon
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Requested: Anon
Summary: It’s your 2nd dating anniversary and you asked him for something that only he can give. And in return, you decide to give him a part of you.

You sat on the roof, watching the city lights qw the cold wind brushed your face. You smiled at the sight of stars above you, lights of the buildings in front of you and the bustling of vehicles beneath you. As soon as you turned to look at your side, your eyes fell on the beautiful pineapple cake sitting beside you on a candle lit table.

Yes, It had been 2 years since you and Namjoon had been dating. The thought of the memorable two years made you grin even more than before, but a part of your mind was thinking something, something serious. You were about to ask Namjoon something which needs courage. And you weren’t even sure how he would response to the question.
Just then, the opening of the roof door pulled you out of your thoughts. You abruptly turned around to find Namjoon standing there with a sweet grin of his. He closed the door behind him and walked towards your direction, his hand behind his back; hiding something. He had been away for so long because of his comeback that you had almost forgotten how his face used to change when he looked at you.
“Happy 2nd Anniversary, Jagiya~” He cooed and brought his present in front of you.You smiled and took the present in your own hands, “Same to you (oppa),” You stood on your toes and brushed your lips against his plum ones. Namjoon cupped your cheeks in his palms and for a moment you got lost in the warmth of his sweet kiss which tasted bittersweet like coffee and the warmth of his palms. You pulled away and looked straight into his eyes lovingly, “You don’t want to see what is inside?” He asked.“I would love to–”
“–How about not now?” Namjoon shot a playful smirk and took the box to keep it in his pocket. In response, you pouted.
“Cheer up, Jagiya! Surprises are good. Why don’t we eat and spend some time together?” You rolled your eyes while your pout turned into a small smile in agreement.
Namjoon stretched his arm which you held. He, like a gentleman, led you to the dinner table. Before sitting, Namjoon pulls out the chair for you to sit.

None of you had the idea of the time passing by because you were too busy in your own romantic time. The cake had disappeared into your stomachs, the candle had burnt out and the food was almost finished.
“So, now can I open my present?” You whined.
“Sure, babygirl. Go head and tell me whether you liked it or not.”
You stole a final glance at Namjoon and untied the ribbon of the small box. As soon as you opened it, You found a beautiful pendant. It was a couple necklace and ring set with an inscription on both of them. “My Woman” and “My Man” written on each of them.

“I will wear my one as a ring and you can wear it as…a necklace,” He bent over and put the necklace around your neck.
When he was this close to you, you could smell the musk perfume of his. Oh the way that perfume seduces you. He was too close dor you not to smell his warm breath coming from his parted plum lips, hiting yours. The closeness made the lips look softer and…sexier? Just then it reminded you of your earlier thoughts. The thoughts of “getting serious”.
You couldn’t control yourself. You leaned in and brushed your lips intimately against his which caught him off guard. He pulled away and looked at you surprised.
“Namjoon….I want to ask..something regarding this..” You stuttered thinking he would reject the proposal.
“Ask anything unless you are uncomfortable,” He replied calmly as usual.
“I want to…I want….I want to have sex with you.”
“Isn’t this your first?…Will you…Are you comfortable with it?”
“Yes, Namjoon. If it is you–”
Namjoon pushed his lips against you before you could finish. THIS kiss was the hungriest one he had ever given you in the past 2 years. His lips were soft yet harsh on your lips. The kiss turned wilder as you searched his lips for more. His hand went back and buried in your hair behind your neck, pushing you into a deeper kiss. Your hands instinctively grabbed onto something you didn’t know. But, later Namjoon’s gasp told you what it was. It was the area on his thigh which was nearer to his clothed cock. After acknowledging the fact, you flattened your palm which was earlier, a fist. His breath increased against your lips and he got confused whether he should think of the passionate kiss or you hand on his inner thigh. He sensed your hands innocently and unitentionally moving upwards.
“Y/n…your hands” He huffed against your lips. The moment you realised your embarrassing act, you pulled away your hands in haste which Namjoon immediately held. You looked up at his lustful eyes for answers but only the movement of desire could answer it.
He slowly and nervously led your hand down to his now-erect clothed cock. You could feel his cock struggling to escape from his pants. Your cheeks flushed red at the feeling of it. Obviously you would, it was your first time touching a man’s cock.
“Look at how hard you have…made me with your innocent yet obscene move..” His eyes bore holes into you. They were clouded with hot burning desire. Namjoon eyed your lips, licked his own and kissed you again. He kisses the edge of your lips, licking them softly, before pushing them down with his tongue to ask for permission. You slightly opened your mouth to let his tongue. The kiss gets unbearably hot for you. You could feel the heat flow down from your lips, to your heart, to your stomach and finally down to your core.
His other hand snaked down to your thigh which he started pulling up, suggesting you to sit on his lap.  
You, wiithout breaking the kiss, placed yourself on his lap, your legs on his sides and arms wrapped around the neck. This time, you could feel the buldge in his pants rising, brushing against your core.
Is this how it feels like? To be in someone’s lap while their clothed cock brushed against the wet clothed core of yours?You asked yourself. You could not help but grind against the buldge, earning a husky grunt from Namjoon. While you both were still kissing, his hands sneakily went to the zipper of your dress, unzipping it. 

“Is the roof door locked from THIS side?” You asked nervously.
“Yes…I-I had locked it…thinking someone….would come in…” He said in ragging breath. You grinned and resumed your kissing session. His fingers held the hem of the dress and pulled it over your head, exposing your lingerie.
He pulled you up in his arms as he stood up, with your legs wrapped around his hips. He was about to put you down but stopped when he heard you gasp at the coldness of the floor. 

“Is it cold?…Wait let me put something underneath,” Namjoon was in such a hurry that he pulled anything that his hands found. No sooner did he pull something off its position than a crashing sound was heard. He looked at his hand to find the silky tablecloth in his grip while the plates and glasses laid broken on the floor. 
You laughed at Namjoon’s clumsiness at which he pouted and turned his face at abashment. You turned his face and pecked his lips which reminded him of what you both were supposed to do.
He spread the tablecloth beneath you before putting you down. He drank in your figure with his gaze. His eyes found your beautiful neck that made him thirstier. He leaned in and sucked on the soft skin. He bit it and licked it to soothe the pain, leaving blueish-red marks on it until he found the sensitive spot near the collarbones. 
“Ahhhhh mmmm,” You whimpered. His lips kissed your collarbones and then your shoulders where he started sliding down the straps of your innocent lacy bra. You understood his gesture and let your hands go behind you and unhook the bra. You peeled it off your body, spilling free your breasts. At the sight of your beautiful breasts, Namjoon’s gaze turned wild. His heart beated faster than usual and could feel the heat of his body reach down to his cock.
Your fingers next went for the necklace but were stopped by Namjoon’s.
“Let this be on you…you look…beautiful like this,” His cheeks flushed as red as tomatoes.
His fingers slide down slowly to your nipples, brushing them. His eyes showed the confusion of whether was he dreaming or not. He cupped your breasts in his palms and leaned in to suck on them. The taste and the feeling of your nipples in his mouth convinced him that he was not dreaming. 
“I might sound creepy….but..I had always thought of your breasts in my mouth. Oh god! I feel so sick right now.”
While his lips played with your breasts, his fingers touched your wet clothed core. 
“You are….wet, jagiya,” He gulped. Within two shakes of lamb’s tail, The panties were taken off. 
“What about your clothes?” You asked teasingly. You see Namjoon stutter at your sentence.
“It is unfair…Isn’t it?” 
You unbuttoned his white shirt and slid it down his arms. When it was the time for his pants, he jolted up. 
“What is it?” You asked as he stood up and took out his wallet
“Wait,” He took out a foiled condom from his wallet an torn it.
“W-Why…And since when have you been carrying that?” You asked in surprise.
“SInce the time we started dating….and because…I knew someday we will do it..” He unzipped his pants and slid it down along with his Calvin Klein boxers. Namjoon’s cock sprang free and stood up proudly. He slid down the condom onto his cock and licked his lips as he stole glance of your nude body which ached for him.
His body hovered over you, as his arms laid on your sides. He drew in a deep breath and gently rubbed his throbbing cock against your wet core.

“Y/n,” He whispered, leaning his forehead on your’s, “You have no idea how much I wanted this.”
He slowly pushed himself inside your pussy. The pain was unbearable at first, but as your walls adapted his lenght, it was nothing but pleasure. 
“You are so tight around me,” He grunted as your walls wrapped tightly around his cock. 
You saw Namjoon shut his eyes and frown while his hips moved out and then moved in. You had masturbated before thinking about him, but you never felt as good as you were feeling now when his cock; hard and throbbing, was finally inside you. You felt your hymns bleed. Namjoon had taken the most precious part of you. You wrapped your hands around his neck and let him increase the pace of his oscillation. 
He freed himself from your arms and forcefully pushed it down on your side, holding your wrists. That moment Namjoon had increased his speed at his limit. Both of you were moaning so loud that you were afraid your neighbours would hear it. Your breasts bounced at his thrusts.
Namjoon opened his eyes to see what he had only fantasized. His necklace dangling on your chest while he made love to you, your face flushed red, messy hair and drool coming out of your mouth as you moaned and screamed his name. He leaned in and pushed his tongue in your mouth, drinking in all your moans and mewls. 
You were almost on your high. You wanted to breathe. You wanted to dig your nails in Namjoon’s tensed shoulders. But you couldn’t move nor say. Your mouth and your hands were in his control. You hifted uncomfortably under him, requesting him to pull away.
He understood your gestures and pulled away enough for you to catch your breath. His eyes were open and were looking straight into yours while his forehead rested on your’s. 
“I–ahhhh–I am going to…cum…Namjoon ahhh,” You moaned.
“Then do it…let it flow on me…I am going to cum…along with you”
He gave a final deep thrust which elicited the loudest moan from you. Your warm cum flowed down onto his dick while he came. 
Is this how orgasms feel like? Like heaven? You thought.
From your clouded eyes, you saw Namjoon exhausted and sweaty. He smiled at you while he caught his lost breath. He pushed the hair behind your ears and kissed your forehead and lips. 

“You are mine now…only mine.”

A/N: Hope you liked it. :)

Originally posted by sugaa