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kitttytututytyiittyyy........

everyone shut up. kitty boys

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gyatterism

fanum taxism (i do that)

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guys this is the truest lightbrush angst. the realest one out there. lihftbruhs ansngt...... lightbrudhs............ nagst..... :(

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sigh even halloween characters have a love life

truest love life ong?? also i just cried trying to kill a cockroach 😻

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how we feeling ab dis

MY GHOSTFACE DABI ART YIPPEEE!!!!!!!

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PAINTING LESSONS.

♡ — rafayel qi.

⭑.ᐟ genre: fluffz

⭑.ᐟ synopsis: where rafayel is your art teacher for funzies because you wanted to learn how to paint for a competition you volunteered in, but in the end..

⭑.ᐟ wc: 1.2k+

⭑.ᐟ a/n: art teacher!rafayel based on his one card iykyk ;33 i swear he's so UGHHHHH also this is based on my experience as a person who draws, but doesn't know how to color or paint in general

⭑.ᐟ p.s: do support by liking/reposting!! <33 your support is everything to a small creator like me :3

just recently, you had volunteered in participating for an art competition that would be held somewhere in linkon city.

of course, to your expectations, you didn't know how to paint. even worse, color. you were unfamiliar with the way how people use colors and how they blend it, one simple color being able to become a variety of them.

lucky for you, you knew just the right guy to go to for something like this.

rafayel.

in just a second, you got up to your feet and went to his studio, praying he would be there to seek out his assistance.

the moment you reached the front gate of the studio, you stepped in and a huge breeze came blowing your way. you shielded yourself, making sure you didn't magically get swept away because of it.

so quickly, you made your way to the front door and pushed it open, stepping inside in an instant before pushing the door shut behind your back.

you walked further in, heading towards the living room, in hopes that you'd spot him sitting on his ladder, painting away on his gigantic canvas like the artist he was.

as you spotted him, a smile crossed your face before you called out to him.

“rafayel, i need your help!” you spoke up, startling the painter a little bit.

he turned his head over to you, his eyes softening at your face that appeared right in front of him. he didn't expect you to come, but he should've. he had always expected your arrival.

a smile crossed his face, his lips parting to say his words.

“y/n? i clearly didn't expect you on a windy day like this. you would've been up there, flying because the wind wanted to steal you from me. anyways, what's up, cutie?” he asked, his sassy voice going through your ears like a bunch of carefully composed music notes.

his words made you chuckle. his sassy attitude was nothing new in your eyes and you somehow just find that amusing now.

you walked closer to him, speaking to him in a gentle tone, “i just joined an art competition, and i need help with painting.”

“oh? the number one hunter needing help with painting from the one and only almighty rafayel?” he playfully boasted, letting out a gentle chuckle at the end and adding,

“you came to the right guy, cutie. no one can teach you as good as me.”

for a guy like him, he sounds so confident, you thought to yourself while shooting a glance at the guy as he got the canvas and easel ready for your first lesson.

he dusted his hands off, turning himself to look at you for a moment before heading off to grab some extra paint from his storage room in case you guys randomly ran out of paint.

you stood there by yourself, staring at the empty canvas before you. your mind simply went blank, when all of a sudden, a voice broke the ringing silence.

“alright, i finally got the extra paint in case we run out of any doing something that might somehow distract us for the time being,” he spoke, placing the bottles of paints on the little coffee table nearby the canvas.

you raised your eyebrow at his words, tilting your head to the side a little, “what exactly do you mean by that?” you asked.

rafayel just stood there and looked at you, his eyelashes fluttering with every blink. both of you eventually stood there silently for a moment before he responded.

“i actually don't know, but it could be something. we might just.. not know what or when it'll happen,” he shrugged, looking clueless. as if he wasn't the one who probably thought about what'll happen first in his head.

you let out a small uncertain chuckle, your eyes darting from the paint back to his face, muttering loud enough with your shoulders lifted, “oookay..?”

soon, you both decided to get to work. rafayel stood right next to you, his palette in his hand while he got the paint ready for you. he then lifted the palette to you, a smile playing on his lips.

“the paint is ready. whaddya wanna paint?” he asked. you glanced at him, then down at the colorful palette, then at the empty canvas. you thought to yourself on what you decided to do before you spoke.

“maybe.. some fishes could be great..? for a start, i mean.”

rafayel raised his eyebrow at your choice, making him chuckle gently, “alright. whatever you say, cutie.”

just like that, you both got to work. he taught you just like he promised, while you enjoyed his lesson a little too much, teasing him a little here and there.

as you two painted away together, he looks over at your art, seeing the lack of skills in them. he tried to stifle a laugh by clearing his throat and speaking afterwards.

“that.. looks really, really great, y/n!.. though you could really use some improvement,” he said, his voice filled with slight resignation as he got back to painting his own fish.

at his words, you raised your eyebrow and darted your eyes at him in offense, asking him curiously, “were you being sarcastic for a second there, rafayel?”

his shoulders immediately lifted in shock, knowing that he had already been caught by his slight sarcasm. he then smiled at you nervously, looking into your eyes.

“what do you mean, cutie..? i wasn't being sarcastic,” he said, trying to hide the fact that he was. but you didn't fall for that, you simply read him like an open book.

i'm not falling for your little tricks this time, you big fish, you thought. you chuckled, shaking your head while rolling your eyes before continuing to paint. “yeah, whatever.”

“i'm being serious, y/n,” he whined softly, pouting at you to make sure you fell for it and went easy on him, but you still kept your guard up, not listening to him as a little payback as the lesson continued.

when you both were just getting to the good part of the lesson, you swiped your index finger across the paint palette, highlighting a part of his cheek in blue, which made him a little startled.

“hey, you're not allowed to do that, you little sneaky thing,” he said with a mocking pout before he did the same to you, a smirk crossing his face instead.

you laughed a little at his gesture, continuing to play around with him. you both messed up with each other's clothes and skin, making sure it was full with paint.

laughter filled the space you both shared at the moment. both your hair and clothes all disheveled, the lesson completely out of mind.

a few minutes later, you both were lying down on the ground together, calming yourselves down from all the fun before realizing that it was really starting to slowly get dark, the sun setting in the distance.

“huh. the sun's setting already?” you pointed out, a shocked look on your face. it was no surprise that rafayel was shocked as well.

“it really seems like it.. see what i told you when i said ‘we'd get distracted’?” he said, turning his head to look at you with a raised eyebrow.

“don't give me that sassy attitude,” you teased, chuckling quietly at him.

just like that, the paint you both used were halfway finished, the canvas left mostly blank, only with a painting of his elegantly painted fish and your little tiny fish right next to his.

as for the lesson? maybe tomorrow.

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not again.. are you fucking serious tumblr

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My reaction to the new FCKING banner..

WAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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its ok i already settled this problem, its back in my drafts!!

i was not supposed to post that. leaving it on priv because ITS FUCKING UNFINISHED.

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i was not supposed to post that. leaving it on priv because ITS FUCKING UNFINISHED.

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guys......... art teacher!raf fanfic comin....... i dont think i can put up to y'all's satisfaction because all i do is fluff and because i love writing fluff 😞....

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absolute facts

According to all known laws of #bfdi teardrop, there is no way a #hsr fanfic should be able to #osc art.

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my blog just turned 6 years old what the fuck its been that long??

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THOUGHTS.

♡ — rafayel qi.

⭑.ᐟ genre: fluffy tuffy because i'm no expert

⭑.ᐟ synopsis: a small little thing where rafayel is the prince and you're the commoner he constantly thinks about 24/7

⭑.ᐟ wc: 533

⭑.ᐟ a/n: our prince rafayel here is actually based off the adventure above clouds event stories and i thought "oh why don't i just do this" because i wanna imagine my baby as a prince DHJSAKDH

⭑.ᐟ p.s: pls support me by liking/reblogging!! <33

sitting on the throne was the prince of the kingdom he lived in.

in the castle, sunlight emits from the windows around him. the light caresses his skin gently, allowing him to glow and bask in the sunlight as he ponders about a certain someone—a mere commoner.

he reminds himself of the day he once set eyes on you for the first time from the castle balcony, your gentle smile bringing a sense of comfort and warmth—while your attitude brings out an aura of bravery and strength.

he couldn't help but feel attracted to the person that caught his eyes. you felt like the perfect person he was looking for for his entire life.

after he had those thoughts, he decides to head over to the castle balcony, hoping to see you outside at this time of day. and to his expectations, there you were; going on with your day as usual.

running around the village, doing given errands like the helpful person you were towards everyone.

attractive, oh, yes you were in his eyes. being a prince in love with a commoner, he couldn't help it. the king has always wanted him to marry another royal, but he only had eyes for you, and you only.

the more he kept his eyes on you, the more he could feel himself falling for you each day without a doubt.

some days, he would think about how you'd feel in his arms if he were to ever hold you close to him.

some days, he would think about how it'd be like to be comfortable with somebody despite the titles.

some days, he would think about how it'd be like if he ever married you.

but all that was just a thought, he dares lie to himself. he dares tell himself it'll never be real.

but sooner or later, it was no longer a thought anymore, because there you were. smiling in front of him, laughing in front of him, looking at him like he was finally the center of your attention.

it was all he ever dreamed of and there was no doubt that he liked it.

in fact, he loved it.

he loved that he was finally able to get your attention, he loved that you were finally within hand's reach, and he loved how you constantly look so happy around him compared to you being happy around others.

he would make sure that he would keep that smile on your face, no matter what.

he would make sure to always find ways to make you laugh, shriek, cry. and it was all out of the intention to make sure you can feel comfortable to let out your feelings around him.

for once, he actually felt happy. he had found someone that would complete him in a myriad of ways.

the thoughts of wanting to be by your side had finally come true, and he didn't have to worry more on trying to make a good first impression on you just to be your friend, even as a prince.

you were his entire dream.

now all he had to do was find the time to confess his feelings to you.

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when the when the firey and leafy

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hello, coinpin fans and others in the osc.

this is IN FACT for you :33

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BEAUTIFUL.

♡ — argenti x boothill.

genre: flufferz

warning: nothing!! enjoy yoselfs :3

wc: 600

a/n: i just feel like that there isn't much dialogues for them, im sorry im blanked out of my mind bro but i love argenthill, we love argenthill, argenthill is real. also im really shit at ending fanfics. please spare me 🙏🏼

p.s: I LOVE GUNS AND ROSES BARKBARKBAKRBAKRBAKRK IM SO NORMAL OVER THEM SJFHDHSKCJFNEKGAGAAHHHHH

“rosey?” the cowboy called out to the knight, who then turned around to look at him.

“yes, my dear ranger? is there something you need help with?”

boothill stood there for a moment, looking into argenti's beautiful eyes and getting lost in them for a bit before he felt completely nervous about what he's about to ask.

the ranger has always had this one question running around in his head, and he's simply unsure if he should ask regarding it.

but he went with it either way.

he cleared his throat and looked at the bullet storage on his forearm for a moment before he finally spoke up.

“does this.. metal body of mine look.. disgustin' to ya..?”

argenti's eyes widened slightly when he heard such words. he'd never expect that someone like him would ask such a thing.

no, the knight thought. in his eyes, boothill was never hideous. to him, boothill's beauty was as worthy of the beauty of idrila.

“disgusting? oh my silver cowboy, i think you've mistaken. i don't believe you look as horrible as you think you are,” he said with a gentle smile, walking towards the other in gentle steps while his armor kept clanking quietly.

the cowboy stayed in place, watching the knight's movements as they stood in a respectful distance from each other, glancing into each other's eyes.

argenti kept that smile, admiring boothill from head to toe before he added,

“i think you look beautiful..”

then, there was just awkward silence. they both just stared before boothill started reacting, his face a crimson red in colour.

“well, forkin' hell, you don't got to word it like that!” boothill said in embarrassment, looking away from argenti to hide his blush. but he failed since argenti already noticed it.

argenti chuckled softly, taking one of boothill's hands gently. his touch was soft, gentle and caring, even for the metal bodied cyborg.

“well, my dearest boothill, whatever you think about yourself is far from what i think about you. i think you look like the most.. what can i say now? the most gorgeous person that has ever set foot onto this planet,” argenti said in almost a whisper, looking into boothill's eyes with a loving and admiring gaze.

meanwhile boothill, he just felt.. flustered. he barely knew what to say at his compliment. the both of them just stood there in utter silence before boothill pulled his hand away, his cheeks getting warmer.

the knight let out a soft and quiet laughter at his action, making the cowboy look back at him with a mocking scowl. the sight that boothill saw in front of him, what he was hearing.

argenti's gentle smile, laughter, way of complimenting people, everything.. it gave him a sense of warmth. warmth that he'd longed to have after the loss of his family.

especially his sweet daughter, clementine.

he just stared at the other for a minute or two, a soft smirk slowly crossing his face the more he kept admiring him silently. with a silent voice, he whispered to himself, tipping his hat to cover half of his face.

“you're one fine lookin' treasure..”

“what did you say, boothill?” he asked before the cowboy looked away again, covering his face completely with his hat to hide his visible blush as he immediately walked away.

“nothin', argenti!”

boothill sighed to himself behind his hat, slowly lowering it with his back still facing argenti before he whispered really quietly this time to make sure he doesn't hear it, smiling shyly to himself.

“you're forkin' beautiful too, rosey.. you're just.. beautiful..”