#art writes

[softartemisart]

thinking of a pre-anything trans guy being granted the wish of having his "ideal body". at first, he rapidly masculinises, which is what he expected. flat chest, voice drop, hair growth - years of HRT and surgeries occuring in a matter of moments. he thinks it's over, but he hadn't factored in a key detail - his fetishes.

a swell of muscle causes his clothes to tighten slightly, and a swell of soft fat causes them to stretch beyond capacity before inevitably tearing around his growing form. surprised as he is, he can't help but feel around his body as it takes shape. squeezing, pinching, stroking. lifting his gut. groping between his thighs. his moans are deep, deeper than he could've gone just a few minutes ago. he's over twice the man he used to be.

[artdigi]

Drabble

(based on this post by @shychick-52)

“Mr. Cedric, I….I don’t know any magic.” The girl looked down at her feet, braids swishing around her face. “I tried to prepare, but—”

“I tried to prepare, but—”

“But nothing, Cedric,” Professor Ramalingam interrupted. “How are you supposed to be a sorcerer if you don’t know any proper magic? Haven’t you heard of this thing called reading before class?” He smiled cruelly, as the other students sniggered. “ Or are you, perhaps, far too above such trivial things?”

He would not cry. He would not cry. He was Cedric. He was the son of the greatest sorcerer in the world. He came from a long line of powerful sorcerers. He would not let his ancestors (his father) down. He would not.

One of the students adjusted his monocle. “Professor, of course he is above such trivial things! His father is the most powerful sorcerer in the world! He thinks he is better than us all!” The classroom erupted.

“Well said, Greylock!” Cedric couldn’t hear what happened next over the ringing of his ears. The only thing filling his ears and head was, “I’m sorry professor I’ll work even harder next time I’m so s—”

“—orry! I’m so sorry Mr. Cedric I-I’ll work even harder next time I swear I was—” Cedric blinked. Oh. He was a teacher. In a classroom full of young royals. All of whom were staring at the teary-eyed girl standing in front of him with concern. Well…almost all of them.

“Hmph, figures. What did you possibly expect from Layla, Mr. Cedric? She is not as worthy or powerful enough to be in this school—unlike me,” Devin called out, lounging on his seat, ignoring Zane and Sofia’s glares, Haruki’s frown, Linh’s reproachful whisper of, “Devin…” and the rest of the students whispering around him.

“That’s enough from you, Devin”, Cedric heard himself saying. “The purpose of this activity is to assess your current knowledge on the subject matter, not to determine who’s the best or who’s worthy to belong. It doesn’t matter that you don’t know anything, my dear,” he added, looking at Layla, “That’s what a class is for—to learn. And I, as your teacher, am here to guide you all to become the best sorcerers you can be, not to pit you against each other,” glancing at Devin, “and here’s your first lesson: a true royal and sorcerer never puts down others to reach their goals; they work along with others to empower themselves and everyone around them.”

Devin hmphed and sat back, clear embarrassment written on his face. Cedric turned back to Layla. “Not to worry, Princess Layla, we will be learning the fine, delicate arts of Sorcery together, and by the end of the year, you will become an amazing sorceress. Maybe then, you will show us all what you have learnt and how far you have come, hmm?” He ended with a smile and a wink.

Layla giggled, wiping her eyes. “I’d like that very much, sir. Thank you.”

[artistfingers]

2nd year jerseys!!

inspired by the new numbers i gave the boys in my fic soap bubble. even though only Tsukki and Hinata’s are mentioned I did plan out the whole team’s so… consider this a deleted scene gfjsgshs

also: closeup of lil tadashi cuz i love him!!

[moon-upright]

julian doodle dump ???

im obsessed with him. so ive been working toward drawing julian in a way that does him justice, and i grow closer yet closer.

here's my latest drawing of the boy (left) next to the very first one (right), which i made over 2 years ago now (wow!)

vvv

im getting there.. i do love the improvement. the problem is just whether i can replicate this vibe or not. like if i draw him this way today, will i be able to do it again tomorrow? we'll see

here's a random array of more doodles and unfinished drawings ive made between then and now. i doodle a lot, you'll notice. it's very much on display, how inconsistent my art style is 😭 though tbf some of these are considerably older compared to others.

i just want to get to a place where i can draw whatever i want and it actually looks decent a majority of the time. but im self-taught and have zero patience, so it's slow going

that's it for now. i kind of want to post more art, so there may be more doodles here in the future. my lack of consistency is what keeps me from posting them most of the time. like don't even get me started on my backlog of esme sketches that don't even look alike

but maybe i don't even care at all (i do)

[modernart2012]

Chapter 3 is up!!!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[mostlikelytokillyouwithaspoon]

Hot chocolate and cuddles

Word count: 410

Characters: Deceit, Virgil, Remus

Type: Fluff

Ship: queer-platonic Anxceitmus

Fic for @figurative-siren-song, who is going through hard times. I’ve never wrote anything that fast.

"Virgil? I'm home!" Deceit shouted as he was taking off his shoes.

Only a groan, coming from the couch, answered him.

"Darling? Are you okay?"

"Mmm.. Bad day at the shop…"

Deceit sat down on the couch, next to his partner who was lying face-down on it, and started to rub soothing circles on his back.

"You wanna talk about it, dearest?"

"No, just wanna relax." Feeling Deceit stand up, Virgil took his arm and tried to make him come back on the couch. "Don't leave me…"

Deceit chuckled and left a kiss on Virgil's forehead. "Don't worry, my dear, I'm just gonna make some hot chocolate for you. I'll be back before you know it!"

As he got out the ingredients, he realized something was missing. Something, or someone. "Remus isn't here?"

"No he said he had to go to the shop after his shift. He's probably gonna come back soon."

"Well, I should prepare another cup then. We don't want him getting jealous and spilling it all over the couch like last time."

Just when he put down the mugs on the coffee table, the door opened, hitting the wall in a loud noise. 

"I brought some juice!" Remus proclaimed, waving a jerrycan of gas. He then noticed the cups on the table and the smell of cocoa in the air, and let the jerrycan fall on the ground, running to the couch. "You made hot chocolate?"

"Hello, dearest. I'm feeling pretty good, how about you?"

"Sorry, sorry. Hey Dee-Dee, how are you? I'm fine. You made hot chocolate?"

"Yes, I did. Virgil had a rough day. I made you a cup too."

Immediately, Remus turned to his other partner and, seeing his tired face, threw himself on Virgil. "Cuddle time!"

Virgil giggled, making both Deceit and Remus smile. "I thought you wanted hot chocolate?"

"Yeah, but you're more important than hot chocolate."

"Wow, i'm moved! Ya hear that Dee? I'm more important than hot chocolate!" Virgil said, jokingly but with some sincerity.

"That's impressive, yes," Deceit smiled. "I'm all for cuddle time and making Virgil feel better, my darlings, but the chocolate is gonna cool down. After we drink it, we can move to the bedroom and cuddle as long as you want."

"Sounds good to me."

"Yeah! Hot chocolate and cuddles!" Remus said, delighted, making his partners laugh fondly.

That afternoon, when Virgil fell asleep, snuggled under his two partners, he was smiling softly.

[softartemisart]

i want to tug at the button of your jeans, seeing how slightly i need to pull before it gives way to the pressure. i want to watch your belly surge outwards, hear your groan of relief as you're freed from your constraints. i want to kiss down from your bloated stomach, down past your navel, down to the softest, wobbliest spot on your whole body - the very bottom of your gut. i want to take you into my mouth. i need you in my teeth.