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Too. Fucking. Cute. I need more omfg♡♡♡

Abstragedy Week - Day 6: Free Day!

(I'm not going to lie, doing this has completely burnt me out and I'm in a LOT of pain bc of that. But I don't regret it bc I've got such lovely feedback from all of you! The prompts have been really good, too! I now know that I can't do challenges like this. But I've enjoyed it, and seeing everyone else's art and stories had been really cool. As a community you guys are lovely, and I'm looking forward to posting more circus stuff!

Now enjoy post circus Abstragedy. Zooble gives Gangle a tattoo :) )

"Are you absolutely sure?" Zooble asked their girlfriend seriously, as they carefully traced her drawing onto a transferring sheet. It was two theatre masks. More refined replicas of her happy, and tragedy masks from the circus. Ribbons twisting around them, connecting to pointe shoes. They hadn't been surprised to learn Gangle was a dancer; she had first told them in the circus. And attempted to show them a routine, which they both loved.

Gangle hesitated, biting her lip nervously. Before firmly nodding. Really wanting to do this. "Yes." She affirmed clearly, as she finished braiding her long hair. They had agreed on the centre of her shoulder blades. So it was easily hidden, and only visible to her. And Zooble, of course. If her mother knew she was getting a tattoo; she'd be absolutely furious. That was probably one of the main reasons she wanted this so badly. And the other, being that it was Zooble doing it. And she secretly had wanted one from them, the moment they revealed they had once been a tattoo artist. So after the circus; and several weeks of learning to walk, and use their arms properly. When she had found out that Zooble still had her tattoo kit, she couldn't exactly resist. It was actually something she was excited about.

Zooble gave her a nod back, finishing up. They put Gangle's sketchbook down on the bed, then looked at their pretty girlfriend sheepishly. "Uh...can you take off your...shirt?" They asked shyly, averting their eyes from her. Both out of respect, and embarrassment.

Her eyes widened in realization, before nodding hurriedly. "O-Oh! Yeah..." She mumbled, feeling her cheeks start to heat up. Not actually thinking far enough ahead, to realise she'd have to do that. She glanced at Zooble shyly. Seeing they were pulling on a pair of rubber gloves, and checking the inks and tattoo gun. Just the fact they were deliberately trying not to look at her, made her heart swell. Full of more adoration for them. So she slowly pulled off her t-shirt, and set It down beside her. Quickly reaching for a pig plushie, and hugging it close to her chest. In an attempt to hide her strawberry patterned bra. She was about to speak, but just made a quite pathetic whimper instead.

Zooble heard her, and turned round. Unable to stop themself from smiling, at Gangle's adorable fashion choice. They pulled the plastic off the sheet, and gently placed the stencil on her back. Giving it a rub, before carefully peeling it off her skin. Letting out an exhale, as it looked okay. They gave Gangle's shoulder a little squeeze. "Just want to check in again. Are you sure?"

Once again, Gangle nodded firmly. Not wanting to back out now. She was really proud of that design. And wanted Zooble to draw it on her permanently. She glanced round, to look at her partner, unsure. "Should I lie down? Or stay like this..?" She didn't know why her voice sounded nervous. Maybe the pain? Or was it the mental image of her mother's look of thunder? She tried to force those persistent thoughts out of her head.

Zooble hummed in thought, before gently pressing on her shoulder. "Probably easier if you lie down. But we can take breaks, when you get uncomfortable." They told Gangle softly, and helped her get comfortable on her stomach. Making sure to plump up the pillows for her, and cover her lower body with a fluffy blanket. Just wanting her to be comfortable. They caught a glimpse of her cute face, looking bashful but content. "I'm not gonna lie, this is gonna hurt. But there's no shame in needing to stop, if it gets too much." They whispered to her, before pressing a gentle kiss on her bare shoulder.

"I love you, Zooble." She whispered back, peering back over her shoulder, to give them a warm smile. They were just always going out of their way, to ensure her comfort and happiness. And that had never stopped. Even through the transition from the circus, to real life. It simply made Gangle's heart race, and swell with love for them.

They were smiling back at her, with their actual human smile. That showed their lips and teeth, the creases around their eyes, and the curve of their pierced eyebrows. It was so strange, but wonderful to see. One of the first things she had done, was kiss them properly, on the mouth for the first time. It had just been magical, and neither of them could get enough of it. For the few months they have been free from Caine, they've been completely inseparable. Gangle wasn't sure if she had officially moved in with Zooble. But all her things were here, and she hadn't been to her parents' house, since she'd first left the C&A building. But they always called her their girlfriend, in a way that made her want to squeal. So she hoped so.

The persistent buzzing noise of the tattoo gun, interrupted her thoughts. And made her bury her face in the pillow, trying to distract herself with Zooble's smell. The vibrating needle touched her back, and she tried to hold back a flinch. Breathing in the weed, nicotine, and mossy hues of her partner. If she really focused; pushing past the sharp, nagging pain. It felt like she was walking through an ancient rainforest. Filled with lichens, moss, trees, ferns and fungi, that had recently been blessed with rainfall. But, that forest most definitely had cannabis plants in it somewhere. That must was inescapable. But she didn't mind now, she'd just accepted that as part of Zooble. And in days that she really couldn't bear it, Zooble would take a long shower, and try not to smoke for the day. It was just another example of how wonderful, understanding and perfect they were.

"You doing okay?" Zooble asked, their voice laced with concern. Wiping away the surplus ink, then continuing with the job. It was looking good so far, and Gangle was taking it like a champ. Staying almost completely still, which they hadn't expected. But was glad of.

Gangle was about to nod, but realised that that was probably a bad idea. So have a muffled "yeah." Moving her head to side, so that Zooble could hear her better. It was actually not as bad as she was expecting, it was just very persistent. Like when her mother would attack her hair with a brush, without caring about the tugging. But Zooble was so much more gentle; even with a loud needle. Besides, she'd felt much worse before. Like being hit by a truck.

They smiled down at her proudly, briefly stopping. So they could peck the nape of her neck. Never having kissed her there, because of all her beautiful hair. "You're doing amazing." Their voice was soft and low, and Gangle immediately shuddered. Burying her face in the pillow again.

"Zooble..!" She squeaked in embarrassment, hunching her shoulders up at the tickly sensation. Her face burning against the cool fabric.And hearing their breathy laughter, as they moved away, didn't help.

"Okay, okay. Sorry." They huffed, thinking she was so cute when she got flustered. "Now relax." Once her muscles obeyed their command, they continued indenting the art onto their partner's skin. Forgetting how much they had loved the process, of seeing a masterpiece slowly form.

Gangle peeked back at her love, and smiled upon seeing them looking completely in the zone. Thinking they looked so cute, when they were concentrating. "Do you remember my drawings in the circus? Of what I imagined you'd look like." She asked hopefully. And beamed, when Zooble showed her a smile. Nodding.

"Yeah, I do. Understandable if you're disappointed, by the way." They joked, their lips twitching into a smirk. But their hazel eyes not leaving their work.

"Of course I'm not..!" Gangle cried, gazing fondly at them. Still unable to get over, seeing an actual human being looking back at them. They were actually quite a lot like her own interpretations. Having various, symbolic tattoos covering their brown, slightly freckled skin. Their angular face was adorned with nose, eyebrow, lobe, orbital, helix, rook, and snakebite piercings. She had only learnt those proper names for them, when Zooble gave her a tour of them, and their many tattoos. But one of the first things Zooble had wanted to do; was cut their overgrown hair. And had actually let Gangle help! Of course, she had been allowed to give them the haircut she'd drawn them with. A side cut so severe, almost half their head was bare. And, an ever bigger surprise, was them letting her bleach, and dye the rest dark pink-purplish. After cutting it shorter, because it was driving Zooble crazy. Gangle just thought they looked unbelievably cool, and punk. But also, beautiful in their own kind of way. She'd never tell them that, in case they got uncomfortable. But it didn't stop the word from entering her mind, every time she saw them. Gangle smiled, as she remembered the nervous memories of cutting their thick hair. "I still can't believe, you actually kept your promise." She told them, in awe.

Zooble let out a awkward chuckle, shrugging modestly. "Well I'm not going to break a promise, with you. Am I? And besides, I look fucking badass." They said with a grin, luckily pulling the gun back, when Gangle started giggling. But Zooble could see how hard she was hugging her plushie, and knew she was in pain. They softened their voice, and turned the gun off for a bit. "Do you need a break?"

Gangle hesitated, because she honestly was starting to struggle slightly. Just because it had been half an hour of continuous aching. And the noise wasn't exactly helping either. But she felt like they must close, and didn't want to get Zooble out of their zone. "I-Is it almost finished?" She asked quietly, cursing the way she sounded so hurt. She could clearly see the worry in their eyes, before they glanced down between her shoulders again. Making a non committing gesture, with their shoulders.

"...I'd say you've got like...half an hour left."

She let out a shaky sigh, before slowly reaching for her phone. Wincing from the cramp in her arms, as she handed it to Zooble. "I'm fine. Just put some nice music on, please." She mumbled, moving her arms to cross underneath her chin. Still hugging her piglet close.

Zooble smiled slightly, and carefully took the phone from her. Needing to take one of their gloves off, to get it to work. Searching through her Spotify for something calming, but meaningful. They found exactly what they were looking for, and hit play, with a fond feeling in their heart. Setting it down, and pulling their glove back on.

Gangle's eyes widened slightly, as she heard the familiar tune of Memory flood their ears. Before relaxing, with a nostalgic hum. Smiling at Zooble gently, so glad they'd remembered how much they loved this game's soundtrack. Each gentle chime from the music box, resonated in her mind like raindrops. It even drowned out the tattoo machine, as it started up again. The sharp pain returning, too. But she really listened to the music; and allowed herself to imagine dancing to it. Each of her feet freely stepping in time, to each note. She pirroueted, teetering up en pointe, and reaching her arms up high. Her wrists free and graceful. Fingers almost touching the stars. She was just happily dancing in the rain, in her head. Completely zoning out everything happening around her. And when the last note reverberated through her, she finished on her knees. Arms outstretched like a swan.

As the next song started up. Home by Toby Fox. Zooble glanced fondly at Gangle, wondering what she had been thinking of. Her legs had been gently twitching against them, for the entirety of the past few minutes. It was tempting to ask her, but she seemed so far away. So they didn't disturb her, just focusing on their own task. They had to admit, that the gentle plucking of an acoustic guitar, was really good background noise for this. Back when this was their job, they were mainly listening to rock music. Which they loved, but occasionally had got headaches, from having it thumping through their poor ears all day. This was much nicer. More relaxing.

"Zooble...?" Gangle's soft voice surprised them. But they smiled down at her, humming at their name. "Y-You're my home." She whimpered, all too familiar tears starting to roll down her cheeks. Both this song, and just being in Zooble's company. And under their doting care, and loving gaze, was just too much.

Zooble felt themselves internally melt, just not understanding how this woman could be so cute. It still astounded them every day. And now, just hearing those words leave her. The kind of affirmation that Zooble had never gotten, was enough to get them a little overwhelmed too. But they tried to compose themselves. Wanting to finish off their hard work. So Gangle could see it, and just relax. "You're mine, too." They whispered back, after taking a little time to gather their feelings. Then, they finally turned off the needle, and shuffled back slightly, to properly see the finished product. It was amazing. Better than anything they'd ever done before. The lines, the shading, it was all perfect. They were actually proud of this; all because of Gangle. "We're done." They announced softly, gladly pulling the silicon off their hands.

Gangle gasped in anticipation, and immediately pushed herself up on her elbows. Then let Zooble pull her up, to a sitting position. She was trembling in excitement. Beaming up at Zooble, who was looking a little more nervous, as they grabbed her phone. Wobbly standing in front of Gangle, and tilting the pink device to face the wall mirror, behind her. Biting their lip in concentration, as they tried to get the camera to project the tattoo. And it took a lot of will power, for Gangle to not kiss them, when they looked so freaking cute like that.

Then she finally saw it; and gasped once more. Her hands clutching at her mouth, in absolute shock. The drawing she had been so proud of, was actually on her body. Embedding in her skin for the rest of her life. Which previously, she'd never thought would be long. Until she met, and fell hard for Zooble. They; a mismatch of shapes had completely changed her outlook on life. That a life doing what she loved, wasn't a failure or a waste of time.

And now that she was finally free of the fragile masks, that made up her body in the circus. It felt so meaningful, for Zooble to print them on her forever. Zooble, the person who had liked her regardless of which mask she wore. They could both be themselves around each other. Be free, together. Something the ballet shoes pointed to. Freedom.

"I love it...!" She cried in joy, after finally finding those simple words. Grinning widely up at Zooble, and pulling their torso in for a tight hug. They quickly began cradling her hair gently, returning her affection. So glad that she loved it as much as they did.

It took them a moment, before they realised she was trying to pull them down onto the bed, with her. They snorted softly, giving her head a sheepish pat. "Wait. I need to dress it." They insisted, trying to untangle her arms from their midriff. It feeling like they were made of ribbons again, for a moment.

Gangle made a rather pathetic whining sound, allowing her arms to slump at her sides dejectedly. "Can we cuddle after..?" She asked, pouting slightly for show. Watching Zooble soaking some cotton balls in antiseptic, before gently wiping them over her new body art. Their bemused smile turning into a frown, as Gangle winced. But allowed them to finish, and sadly cover it up with sticky dressing.

"Okay. I'm all yours now." Zooble hummed, in their gruff voice. Letting themself fall back on the bed beside Gangle. Stretching their cramping joints out, with many cracks, and a slow exhale. Gladly allowing their girlfriend to drape herself over them. They let out a contented hum, pressing a kiss to her pale forehead. Their hands falling into the rhythm of stroking her hair, as Gangle lay her head on their flat chest. Content with listening to the thumping heartbeat. Something else that was new, and so comforting. Like an anchor to this real world, with their new lives. That they were going to enjoy, together.

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