#'something he doodled' sure like it isn't a very detailed sketch

[papersnatch]

Potemkin thoughts. Does he like to do things. What things. Tell me

GRABS YOU. I don't have many headcanons for Potemkin, but this ask got me thinking about his hobbies and occasional activites a little bit, so here ya go !

Wawa Woowoo Potemkin (Guilty Gear) Headcanons

(because I should probably give this a title for organization reasons)

(+ a quick doodle i made based off of one of these. don't ask where the screwdriver is going, not even i know)

Potemkin doesn't get a lot of free time of his own, because of the whole. Ya know. Being a government official thing? So he's usually preoccupied with some mundane task that Gabriel's assigned him to complete. But when he DOES finally get off duty?...

...actually, he doesn't even rest much in the first place. Potemkin is so used to working and working that once he gets some time to wind down, he just... can't! He never feels rested, just disappointed with himself, disappointed that he isn't working to his best potential, or whatever shitty excuse he manages to come up with. It annoys him.

Ahem. Anyways. Potemkin usually defaults to plotting himself down on a park bench and watching the world pass by. He finds it deeply calming.

(This way, he can also keep an eye out on the civilians of Zepp. He's always subconsciously working, even when he's off duty...)

You'll often see Potemkin wandering around the streets and town squares. He enjoys walking around and taking in the beauty of the environment around him, seeing as how he's always too busy to do so normally. It's the inner artist in him that can't help but notice the little details in everything.

Speaking of, inspiration tends to strike him out of the blue, so Potemkin usually keeps his own sketchbook on him - well, when he's not on duty. Whether it's figure sketching, environmental studies or still life, Potemkin greatly enjoys the arts. (But we knew that already, didn't we?)

(He owns a couple extra-sturdy pencils personally ordered by Gabriel, and he treasures them with his life. They all have the Zepp insignia on the very end of the pencil.)

A lesser known form of art he likes to dabble in is literature! Potemkin doesn't tend to write much of his own, but he sure as hell loves reading. He prefers the classics, the old shit like Shakespeare, Don Quixote, bla bla bla... well actually, moreso whatever would be the equivalent of 'classic' in the 22nd century. He probably has reading glasses, by the way.

Potemkin sometimes, very rarely, has to take some time off to repair his inhibitors. Usually someone does it for him, but there's a couple times that he's had to get hands-on and do it himself. Whether it's a scratch on the surface or a full on dent - it never gets damaged beyond that point - he always takes the utmost care in keeping them in tip-top condition. Although, Potemkin does freak out a lot over the removal of his inhibitors, so he tries his best to speed up the repair process. It's... very, very stressful for him, actually.

Potemkin occasionally attempts cooking for himself... or at least tries his damn best to, since his big ass hands always get in the way. He's often found himself breaking a frying pan handle or two by accident, much to his chagrin. Because of this, he often goes out to eat instead; whether that be gourmet level food prepared by a private chef or the cheap pre-made food from the corner shop. What a shame. Give my boy some homemade soup or something man :(

Oh, also, when he actually manages to make his own food, it's a 50/50 between tasting like shit and tasting fucking SCRUMPTIOUS. That's all.

Training with Gabriel. That's all I have to say, really. Gabriel is his mentor, the only one close to Potemkin that can match (and even surpass) his strength. Maybe they'd even spar from time to time? For funsies. Enrichment :]

Potemkin also has a very strict workout routine, obviously because of the whole genetic mutation thing. He doesn't feel the need to do it often though.

I don't have anything coherent for this one but I need you to imagine Potemkin hanging out with Bridget or Dizzy for me. Picnic with Potemkin and Dizzy and Testament. Okay? Okay. Glad you understand.

That's all I got for now... huh! This was fun! Maybe I should properly open writing asks...? anyways hi potemkin i like potemkin can you tell i like potemkin.potemkin guolty gear potemkin po

[morgana-ren]

on this lonely day of valentines, scrolling through your blog to catch up on posts is great. i'm not sure if you answered a question like this before- but what would your four think about being drawn? one thing i do when i get to know someone is sketch them out, since i like how unique faces are. my sketchbook is full of doodles of my friends lol

It's actually a very big, very intimate thing for all of them. It's often done between them all when they're trying to give a legitimate gift to each other.

Reaver is a very talented artist. He doesn't always use it for the... best things (his sketchbook is filled with porn sketches and bdsm and all sorts of deranged shit) but he's also highly capable of doing remarkable work with pencils and charcoal (it's also the only time you'll see him intentionally dirty his hands.) You can tell he's started to fall for someone when sketches of them that aren't pornographic start appearing in his private sketchbook.

He has been known to draw the lads as a small token of affection. For birthdays or special occasions, he will really go all out for it. Golden frames, lamination, some incredible work, really. While he can sketch something very quickly that is extremely high quality, when he takes its time, it can be almost heartbreakingly beautiful. Some of the portraits that Astarion has of himself that he values the most were actually done by Reaver.

He can be insecure about it, while also being very arrogant at the same time. It's very strange. Probably because it's one of the few portals into his mind that he isn't very good at covering. He can have a smile on his face but depending on what he's drawing, it's a good way to tell what exactly he's feeling and about whom.

He also fucking loves having artwork of him done, but because he's so goddamn obnoxious about it, the others rarely indulge. Especially because he can never settle for a normal portrait. He always wants some heinous, debauched shit. (He very much does love the regular portraits of himself that they've done, but he has a reputation to maintain.)

Corvus is a remarkable painter. A lot of the paintings in Reaver's house were done by him, and most of the ones on his ship as well. It's not quite something you'd notice at a glance, but he has a specific style and once you notice it, you can't unsee it.

He doesn't tend to do portraits of people, and no one is quite sure why. No one wants to ask, either. However, he will when he feels strongly enough, whether it's for a friend or a lover or his family.

He tends to like to paint scenery, such as his ship, or the ocean, or certain views of places that he travels. He has an easel and paints he keeps on his ship for when the urge strikes him. You can tell how he feels about something based upon how he paints it if you know him well enough.

He will also paint the other lads, although not quite as frequently as they do. He's more likely to paint Reaver's manor, or Wraithmarsh, or some place that means something to them. He loves getting portraits of himself done, however. Back again to the 'beautiful and he knows it' bit. He isn't opposed of getting 'tasteful erotic art' of himself done, or even sketching it himself, and he gets more willing the drunker or more feral he is.

Astarion actually wasn't much of an artist when he initially joined up with Corvus, but he learned simply for something to do when there wasn't much to keep him busy on the ship. He tends to steal Reaver's supplies now, so he works mostly with pencil. He didn't quite take to it as naturally as the others did, but he's gotten quite good watching Reaver work, and he's actually quite talented.

It's not exactly his chosen way to express himself (it's hard when your brothers are absurdly talented when you're making stick figures at first), but it's great for a quick gag or a gift. He also likes to add small details to Reaver's sketches and see how long it takes him to notice. Sometimes he'll draw stuff and sign Reaver's name at the bottom, and he can tell he's getting better when Reaver can't tell immediately.

When he actually tries, he is capable of creating incredible works of art. He's done some great candids of Corvus, and even some of Reaver that were supposed to be goofy ended up being pretty remarkable.

That being said, portraits of him are actually one of the kindest gifts you can give him. It means the world to him, since he can't exactly see his reflection anymore, and as the years pass, he forgets more and more what his face looks like. His brothers have a way of painting and drawing him in a way that makes him feel loved and adored, and you might think he's vain because he has so many portraits of himself hanging around, but truth be told, it's more indicative of how much he loves seeing himself through his brother's eyes.

Ilya is big into art, but it's very hard to get him to be honest about just what exactly he can do. It was one of his escapes when he was very young, and he sees the world in an artistic way. Sometimes he just does something out of the blue that you had no idea he knew how to do.

He doesn't specialize like Reaver and Corvus do, but he's a jack of all trades. He can sketch and paint and tons of other mediums, but it's almost like he has trouble picking. He even owns an art tablet, but he finds it frustrating and cumbersome. He's the most likely to get frustrated with his own work and is the least likely to do it in front of anyone else unless he's very confident in that particular medium.

He's fine if people want to paint him portraits, but truthfully, he just enjoys anything he gets from his brothers. He saves all of it, even though he would never let anyone on to that. He has small scrapbooks full of Reaver's 'joke' drawings and Corvus's abandoned half paintings and even Astarion's little doodles. If he's going to do something for them, he's going to start months in advance and they won't get it until it's absolutely perfect.

At the end of the day, they all love getting sketches of themselves. They're all varying degrees of very, very vain. If their lover wants to do something like that for them? Oh, they'd adore it. All of them would actually love if they showed an interest in learning or asking them for lessons too. Literally hinting that you want to sketch them can have them all up in their feelings and feeling very arrogant, and you might even be able to use it as a distraction.

However, if you have a sketch pad, don't expect it to stay private. They're all looking through it when they think you're not going to notice.

[otherwoofs]

@troubleah​ liked for a smol jeremy starter

         “Leah, here, I have something for you.” Is all he says as he passes the vampire a folded piece of paper, clearly taken from a notebook or something. It contains a sketch of Leah, running through the woods. ( she looks happy, free. ) “Just something I doodled the other day.”

[kararisa]

between you, me, and these bookshelves

synopsis: just the little things that happen in a little bookstore.

— featuring: albedo, ayato, childe, scaramouche x gn!reader (separate)

— cw: modern au, swearing, yn is an avid reader, use of childe's real name, none of the books i mention here are real lol

— author's notes: first headcanon post with multiple characters~ very self indulgent so hope you guys enjoy <3

Working at a bookstore isn't the most glamorous job in the world.

The pay is good for the amount of work you need to do, and most days nothing much happens.

But sometimes, there are just some events that happen between the bookstore's mahogany shelves that make your days just a bit more colorful.

Albedo

The bookstore has a chalkboard stand outside that details new releases, promotions, or events that the store has. Displayed on it are elaborate illustrations or hand-lettering, all of it done by the same person.

And he comes by every other weekend to re-do its contents.

You sometimes watch him as he draws, his nimble hands becoming dusted with colored chalk as he sketches on the blackboard, his light blond hair tied back as he furrows his brow, deep in concentration.

He’s caught you staring a handful of times, to which you turn away in hopes that he doesn’t bring it up. Thankfully he never does.

This week you watch as he colors in his artwork, a dragon and a young man with wings at the center soaring over rolling plains and sharp cliffs.

As the boy gets started with the lettering, you ask him a question.

“Do you really just come up with all this on the spot?”

The boy looks at you with curiosity in his eyes, “So you do talk. And here I was wondering if you just didn’t like talking to me.”

“Well, I don’t exactly know what we can really talk about. You’re a freelancer right?”

He smiles as he returns his attention back to his illustration, “You can say that. Well to answer your first question, I usually have a final outcome in mind before I start sketching. Your boss sends me a gist of what he wants and I draw it. Simple as that.”

You converse with him until he finishes, sprinkling in some questions about his work in between. As he packs up to leave, you ask him one last question.

“I never got your name, chalk boy.”

A silent question, but one that he still understands.

“It’s Albedo.”

The two of you end up striking up an easy conversation every time he visits, with you always watching him draw

If you express interest in his other works, he’ll let you browse his sketchbook 

One day while flipping through his drawings, you begin to see some familiar sights: a vending machine outside a nearby convenience store, a food stall, and the outside of the bookstore. Some pages have small doodles in pencil and ink, and some in color. Others have full illustrations.

The next page that you flip to, though, nearly takes your breath away. 

You find a colorful illustration of the bookstore, a blend of paint and ink. Sunlight streams through the glass walls and envelops the scene in a warm light. Boxes lay strewn on the floor, all of them brimming with books. And among the boxes stands you, a stack of books in hand as a small smile graces your face.

You look up when Albedo spots the page you’re on, “Ah, I hope you don’t mind that I sketched you a handful of times. I tend to draw what I find interesting.

“So is it alright if… I sketched you more often?”

Scaramouche

Scaramouche pisses you off most days.

He distracts you while you try to do your work, he steals the pen by the cash register whenever you need to use it, and worst of all, he always makes fun of whatever book you read.

No matter what genre it is, mystery, fantasy, or heaven forbid, romance, he'll always find something to tease you about.

But it’s odd. For someone who claims to hate every novel that you've taken interest in, you find yourself discussing with him each and every book you’ve read.

“Sure, Forest of Lies had a strong opening,” he starts, leaning back on his chair, “But did the princess seriously need to go through those arbitrary trials just to prove that she was determined to save her kingdom?”

“Fine, I thought it was stupid too,” you say, “But you have to admit, the characters are actually well-written and have interesting subplots. The knight having a backstory connected to the princess’ was a good twist.”

“But does anything really come from that twist? Or was it just there for shock value? When you get to the part where–”

You let out an exaggerated gasp, “Spoilers! I just got past the twist, asshole.”

“You should read faster then!” he says, going into the storage room to fetch some supplies, “Whatever, we’ll continue this when you finish the damn book.”

You’re about to continue reading when Scaramouche pops his head out and adds, “The next two novels in the series go downhill in quality from there. Trust me.”

“But this is a trilogy??”

“That’s the point!”

You realize that he had a point when you finally got to the second book.

Around halfway through reading the book, you catch him reading over your shoulder. You turn to look at him and he simply gives you a smug smile. You simply rolled your eyes and continued reading.

A couple of days go by after you finish the second book when he approaches you.

“What’s the occasion?” you say as Scaramouche hands you a book, a pen, a highlighter, and some book tabs.

It’s a novel on your wishlist, you notice; one that you had mentioned to him in passing. Small colored tabs stick out from the side of the book. Thumbing through the first few pages, you see that he underlined some passages, his neat writing occupying the margins, the blue highlighter bringing your attention to a handful of quotes. Just from reading the first sentence as well as Scaramouche’s comments, you could tell that you were going to enjoy reading this.

But you recall a casual remark he during one of your past conversations — he doesn’t typically annotate his books. Did he do this for you?

“Nothing. Just thought you should read a good book for once,” he answers, not quite looking at you.

“Excuse you, I read good books sometimes.”

“The last book you read, you kept ranting about how the writing wouldn’t just ‘let the characters fucking talk’. Your words, not mine.”

“And the last book you read, you literally couldn’t finish because you kept getting fed up with the protagonist doing nothing.”

He groans, “Are you gonna accept my gift or not?”

You give him an unimpressed look, setting the book and stationery aside, “This novel better be as good as you say it is.”

He was right. The book was actually good. You even ended up adding your own annotations alongside his — like having your own conversation amidst the pages of the book.

His comments, whether they be snarky, insightful, or analytical, definitely enhanced the experience. And thanks to that, you end up finishing the book in just two days.

Another one of your story discussions happens and, amidst the bickering, a book he mentions piques your interest.

After making fun of the ever-growing list of books he wants to read, to which he retorts by saying you’re not better off, an idea pops into your head and you search for the novel he’s looking for.

It’s in a genre you wouldn’t typically go reaching for, but this is the least you could do for him, right?

You spend the next week reading and annotating the book, using the highlighter and tabs Scaramouche had given you to highlight passages and give your comments.

The shocked look on his face when you gave him the copy of the book was definitely worth it.

“Just thought you should read a good book for once,” you say, sliding the book toward him.

“Huh. Don’t you hate this genre?”

“Surprisingly enough I actually liked the story; you have decent recommendations when you’re not being such a dick. So, are you gonna accept my gift or not?”

He rolls his eyes, snatching the book from the table, and mumbling a quiet ‘thanks’. 

You pretend not to see the blush that reaches his ears.

Ayato

It starts off as most days do, with a delivery of new books.

You open the box to find the newest releases as well as some bestsellers. One of the covers catches your eye, the title Child of the Roses emblazoned in front of an illustration of two women laying in a field of red roses — one of the books you’ve always wanted to get your hands on ever since the author announced the plot.

Sure you could purchase the book right now, but your budget for the month didn’t have a lot of wiggle room. And if you did wait until next month, you couldn’t exactly guarantee the availability of the book since it always manages to sell fast.

While you’re restocking the shelves, the door to the store opens, and in come a man and woman with pale blue hair. 

The girl starts looking around while the man walks up to you.

“Does your store happen to sell the book Traingazing?” the man asks. There’s an elegance in the way he carries himself — well-dressed, handsome, and dignified in the way he speaks, “It’s alright if you don’t.” 

You confirm its availability and lead him to the nearby shelves, “You lucked out today, sir. This is our last copy.”

He laughs. Fuck, even his laugh sounds expensive, “Lucky indeed. My sister and I have gone to five stores today just looking for it.”

The girl, his sister, you presume, comes up to you two with a small stack of books in hand, “Did you find it?”

The man holds up the book, its silver-edged pages gleaming in the fluorescent lights of the store, “Got their last copy, too.”

She sighs in relief, “Good. You can finally stop nagging me about you never being able to grab a copy before they sell out.”

“Says the one who dragged me to eight stores looking for a book you ended up hating.”

The siblings leave shortly after purchasing their books. 

The rest of the day passes by as normal. Rush hour usually comes around early afternoon to late evening, when students get out of school and people usually get off work. 

Unfortunately, your shift just about lines up with the store’s more chaotic hours.

You spot a familiar blue-haired man again later that evening while you’re in the middle of helping another customer. He’s browsing the shelves when he spots you.

“Can you help me with something? I’m looking for a gift for my sister.”

“Oh, the girl you were with this afternoon, right? What kind of books does she like?”

He describes the types of books she favors along with a handful of her favorite authors. You lead him to some nearby shelves, picking out some books and giving him a brief synopsis of each one. He listens intently to each of your suggestions, his lilac eyes focused on you.

As you’re finishing up, he spots a book behind you and grabs it from the shelf. You spot the familiar title, Child of the Roses. As usual, whenever you restock it, it’s the last one in stock. “You thinking of buying that one? It’s our last copy.”

The man reads the synopsis as you summarize the plot, “Seems like quite the interesting book if it got you so excited.”

You laugh at his remark, “Well, I’ve been wanting to read that book for a while now, but I never manage to get a copy before they sell out.”

He considers the book before saying, “Is that so?”

Your co-worker calls for you before you can respond, saying that they need help with manning the cash register.

After almost an hour of helping with scanning barcodes and packing books, the blue-haired man stands in front of the counter.

He holds up Child of the Roses, “If it’s alright, I’d like to make this a separate purchase.”

Figures he’d buy the book if the reviews and your excited ramblings are anything to go off of. While you were sad that the chance to purchase the novel had once again slipped away, at least you could be reassured that it would be in good hands.

After giving him the book and the receipt, he simply hands them both back to you, “You were quite passionate when you described the book to me. I thought I should buy it for you before someone else gets it.”

This has to be a dream, “Are you sure you want to give this to me? I mean don’t get me wrong! I’m grateful, but don’t you want to read this, too?”

A smile graces his face, “Of course. You helped me find what I was looking for this afternoon, so this is the least I can do for you.”

When you finally get home and settle down for the evening, you open the book, intending to get through just one chapter.

That’s when you find a calling card in between the pages of the index and the first chapter, the name Kamisato Ayato in immaculate handwriting on one side along with his number.

On the back was a message: I’m actually currently reading Child of the Roses, so I have no need for another copy. But if you’d like, we could go out sometime and read it together. What do you say?

Childe

Most days there's not really much to do aside from the usual talking to customers, restocking the shelves, and helping close up shop. 

So sometimes you read just to pass the time. 

You’re just finishing up a chapter when the door to the store opens.

Ajax, you learn his name, is a massive flirt. Instead of talking to you like a normal person, he instantly says the cheesiest pickup line you’ve ever heard.

“I don’t need glasses,” he says, leaning on the counter, “ ‘cause I can clearly see that we were meant to be.”

It’s way too early for this shit, “... sir are you going to buy a book or not?”

He tips his head back and laughs, “C’mon! You have to admit that one was good.”

And he’s come by the store every so often ever since.

He’s quite the chatterbox too, talking about anything he can think of whenever you scan his items at the counter.

You learn he’s an older brother when he asks you for book recommendations for his younger siblings. His attentiveness to his siblings’ taste in literature never fails to put a smile on your face.

You also learn that he’s very knowledgeable in literature.

He comments on one of the books you’re reading during one of his visits, talking about his favorite scenes as well as discussing the characters with you.

A week of nearly daily visits turns into a month, with you getting used to his corny pick-up lines and little conversations.

But then it suddenly stops. A week passes without Ajax’s visits.

You don’t think too much of it until that one week turned into three. 

He was under no obligation to come back every day, of course. He was a customer, at the end of the day, and there was never any guarantee that he wouldn’t suddenly stop visiting the bookstore nearly every day.

But you couldn’t help feeling dejected at the thought of just never seeing him again.

Then, on one unassuming Monday afternoon, a familiar face returns to the store.

“Hope you didn’t miss me too much,” Ajax winks at you, “Mind if you help me look for a book?”

You smile, doing your best to hide your surprise, “Good to see you’re still doing well.”

He gives a vague description of what he’s looking for: a sci-fi series that’s appropriate for his little brother Teucer, the third book to a series his sister Tonia is currently reading, and “whatever you think is good” for him.

Walking over to the shelves, you could feel his eyes on you as you started picking out the books for his siblings. A soft smile is on his face when you turn to face him, becoming wider when your eyes meet his.

“You were gone for a while,” you say, unsure of how to continue. His life is none of your business and like hell were you going to admit that you missed him.

He sighs, “Yeah. Work has been a lot these past few weeks, but now that it’s loosened up I can finally start seeing my favorite person more often.”

“Your favorite person huh?”

“Getting the chance to talk to you is the highlight of my visits. Of course you’d be my favorite person.”

He leans in close to you, “Y’know, I just realized that I’ve lost my number. So can I have yours?”

You roll your eyes, still smiling, “You could have just asked for my number like a normal person.”

Ajax laughs, and you find yourself wishing you could listen to it every day.

[green-kat331]

Sketch (Ghost x Artist!Reader)

(I have no idea what Call of Duty is about so if something doesn't make sense in game I'm sorry DX)

Putting your life in danger is damn near constant.

Adrenaline rushing through your veins is like 2nd nature, so relaxation is a rarity. Some would say it's a scarce treasure.

So when those few hours do come, many from the 141 don't have a single clue what to spend their free time doing. some spend it sitting around playing cards, writing, sleeping, or setting up their gear.

over your years with the 141, you had time to develop a hobby, Sketching. you sketch everything on anything even on missions you take a moment to pull out your sketchpad and doodle whatever you see whether that be the location, fellow teammates, maps, or just random stuff. it's become a way of clearing your head and relaxing before having to live through another adrenaline rush.

Luckily this isn't one of those days, today was a break and your partners were scattered around the base, invested in their own ways of passing the time. you walked around, sketchbook and pencil in gloved hands searching for a place to sit and draw. finally picking a spot with a good view and lighting you begin sketching the scenery outside the window and once you were satisfied with the result you turn the page.

you take a moment to observe the people around you, some are playing cards others are reading in their uncomfortable seats. Soap was over with Ghost, writing something to himself. The masked man on the other hand was cleaning up a few of his knives and other weaponry.

You always admired Ghost from a distance he was big, strong, and intimidating, yet he had an air around him that kept teammates comfortable obviously not too comfortable but enough so they don't have to keep an eye on him 24/7 out of fear. you were very intrigued by the large man having the privilege to fight alongside him. He was gruff and stern but you could've sworn you heard him sharing jokes with soap over the transmitter. not to mention the delightful short conversations you had with him in far and few occasions, which consists of you asking him questions and him giving a 'yeah' 'yes' and/or 'sure' but of course his willingness to stand in front of you when gunfires roared spoke louder than any words could.

Ghost is the silent type and he works alone, but he never forgets about his comrades.

You readjusted your seating and gazed at the large man. guiding your pencil across the paper occasionally glancing up at him as your reference and also using your memories to add more details. you completely zoned out when drawing him.

Adding the folds to his uniform with his sleeves rolled up and pencil strokes toning his muscular arms and tattoos, his pose showed off his arms and stature, feeling a presence beside you you glanced up to see one of your partners standing in front of you hovering over to see the drawing he silently gave you a thumbs up in support of the piece, you gave one back then went back to your piece. luckily, you didn't finish the top part so he didn't know who the drawing was dedicated to.

you completed the rest of his uniform, then moved towards his head. line after line of his iconic mask forming the skull shape, you paid mind to put in as much detail as you could into the mask, as most would say it's the most recognizable part of him, the cracks and specks of dirt covering the top. quickly you glanced up to take another peak of your muse. To your surprise, he had also caught your eyes. even through the shadow of the skull, his eyes were piercing and deep showing emotions his face didn't. quickly averting your gaze you see the person from before looming around ghost and soap debating whether to sit down or not.

you looked back at the man and he was still staring in your direction, his eyes were as intense as always, if you were any other person you would hate to know the reason he was suddenly very interested in you, but instead of being scared or questioning him you gave a slight wave from the top of your sketchbook he lifted his fingers from the table in affirmation as a subtle wave back. the interaction was brief yet you felt strangely uplifted. You made a note that Ghost will have to secretly be your subject of artistic expression more often in future events.

You break eye contact with the masked man to add some touches to your drawing, zoning out completely yet again. You unknowingly just got what you needed to complete the pencil sketch.

His eyes, eyes that showed so much concealed emotion they were sharp with black irises or were they brown? He was too far to really tell.

You use your finger to rub in some spots you want shaded.

You sign the page at the edge of the paper and when you held the book out to gaze at your work you also looked back towards where ghost is seated.

But he wasn't there anymore.

a breath forced your head in the other direction, you found yourself face to face with Ghost's mask. His tall figure loomed over you and he stared at the page containing the pencil sketch of himself.

You felt a hint of embarrassment when his eyes shifted over toward you.

"This the reason ya been sparin' glances at me?" He asks sternly. At this moment you had no clue how he would react to being drawn, maybe he thinks it's an invasion of privacy or he'll think your creepy for paying so much attention to him, lying won't do you much good though.

"yes sir"

With your response he turns and walks away, no harsh words, his eyes didn't glare at you. He just turned and walked away. Soap stuck around briefly giving you a compliment on the detail work as well as recommending a few more details to add. He was the closest person to the masked man after all, so the tip helped make the piece perfect. Once complete, you closed the book and got up to get busy.

---

Over the passing days your relationship with Ghost stayed more or less the same, making him your muse didn't seem to weird him out from what you could tell, in fact Ghost seemed to become more and more tempting to draw again. For some reason whenever you looked at him he was posed still. more and more times you catch Ghost looking cool and collected while standing perfectly like a statue.

Unknown to you, this was completely on purpose. Being drawn seemed to secretly flatter the big man. He couldn't help but make himself more and more artistically capturable.

[kreiitsuuuu]

💮 KNY CHARACTERS WITH A GN! READER THAT DRAWS [PART 2]

➡ [PART 1]

ft. Giyuu, Shinobu, Kyojuro, Sanemi, Muichiro, Mitsuri

☆ warnings: slight swearing

Giyuu Tomioka

Is not surprised by the slightest. I mean, with all of the art materials you keep with yourself? Yeah he already figured it out.

Though, he is intrigued, and curious about your thought process as you draw complex lines and figures.

Like a gentle pour of rain, you were delicate with your movements. He saw you as a quiet stream of water, as you continuously flow with ease around the rough edges of nearby rocks.

Hell, he could even go far and say that you're a work of art.

Likes that you have a peaceful hobby to do rather than train yourself to the bone all the time.

When you first drew him, he didn't quite expect it since Tomioka didn't saw himself as the potential subject to your artworks.

Don't get him wrong — he absolutely loves it, and it was first for him.

After you finish up adding the extra details to your work, and fixing up your materials, Giyuu would give you a little headpat — and a small gentle smile, as his cheeks were tinted pink.

" This was quite unexpected.. but welcome anytime. Thank you. "

Shinobu Kocho

Like Tomioka — she isn't surprised in the slightest!

Would be thrilled if you openly show your works to her, after all, she does see you put a lot of effort into your works.

It isn't Shinobu if she doesn't teases you a bit!

Will ask a lot of questions about your hobby, it's only fair because before then, you had asked her about the poisons and medicines she brews.

Loves how subtle and quiet you work. Sometimes, she'll scoot on over near your desk and lean her head on your shoulder as you draw.

If you were illustrating in her lab while she does her work as well, the both of you will enjoy the comfortable silence that you two shared.

Automatic mood up if you decided to illustrate her! (⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)❀

She'd definitely pepper your face with kisses after you've finished while she cups your face with her hands.

" My my! You're so productive today, Y/n! Are you sure this isn't some sort of trick of your sleeve to put me in a good mood? " She teased.

" No, no! I promise this was just a project for fun! Plus.. I thought you looked beautiful so I had no choice but to illustrate your stunning looks.. "

The two of you ended up with pink tinted cheeks, which lead to Shinobu giggling softly as she pulled you into a hug, intertwining your hands together with hers.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Hear me out, alright?

Immediately fucking shows your work to the other Hashira and would boast about everything you had made.

Oh you made this little doodle for fun? FRAME IT. NO BUTS.

He loves you, the effort you put into it, and just generally loves you and everything that you do!

Compliments. Every. Fucking. Thing. NO EXCEPTIONS >:(

If you were his flame, he was definitely your blazing sun that lit up even the darkest corners of the world.

WOULD ABSOLUTELY BE IN JOY IF YOU DREW HIM :'')

Before you could even show him the finished project, you're already in his arms, in a warm hug.

" WOW! AMAZING! You illustrated me! This is such a magnificent piece of art, little flame!!! "

Kyojuro would not hesitate to frame the drawing you made of him. And every other illustration you've made.

You are the flame that keeps his heart burning, and something as simple as you illustration of him — burns the fire inside of him even more. Set your heart ablaze!

Sanemi Shinazugawa

So THAT'S why you were gazing upon the Wisteria, you were sketching them out.

Though, will immediately think that it's a waste of time, and is better to spend that time training alone.

This doesn't bother you in the slightest, as you only continued quietly stroking your pencil onto the paper you held.

Will take him a minute or so to cool down to actually see what you're doing.

It's actually very tranquil to catch the sight of you illustrating as a small smile was present on your face. Reminds him of a particular someone in the back of his mind, burried.

wait

Ok, Sanemi takes it back, this whole drawing thing actually looks pretty interesting.

Asks about how you manage to make figures with ease

Will be very confused if you explain it to him, but does not mind!

Would be a bit surprised if you suddenly started stealing glances from him, only to see you were already illustrating him.

" You're.. you're drawing me? ...That's fucking cool I guess. "

" Really?! You like it, Nemi?? "

OF COURSE HE DOES DJFJENJG HE LOVES IT SO MUCH BUT HE WILL NEVER ADMIT IT OUT LOUD

After you've finished it off, he'd let out a little sigh and unexpectedly pulls you in a quick kiss on the lips and immediately dashes off with the drawing in his hands. Making you two play a little game of tag.

" Nemi! Give it back, hey! No fair! "

" Finders keepers, dipshit! "

Muichiro Tokitou

Cool.

LITERALLY NOT MUCH OF A REACTION FROM THIS BOY 💀

It's just.. yeah.

You draw

Keeps his usual, neutral face on as he flips around your sketchbook.

He might not show it, but he takes note of every single little detail that you put into these drawings. He might forget them, but will try hard to remember and keep them in mind.

His fingers traces the outlines, and shapes of your illustrations. All the colors were blended neatly, and cleanly, much to Muichiro's liking. Like a field of clouds up in the blue sky, on a great day.

Would be dazed if he suddenly saw his face getting sketched.

Oh. You were drawing him. The thought had just recently hit the Mist Pillar's head.

Quietly stares at you working, taking note of every little thing you do.

" Hey. Can I keep that? " Muichiro suddenly asked. You nodded in response as you handed him the illustration.

A smile was present in his face as he took your hand, leading the both you to his favourite spot on where he usually gazes upon the sky. " Thanks. "

Mitsuri Kanroji

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Like Kyojuro, absolutely loves everything! Starting from the most complex illustrations and down to the quick, silly, and low quality doodles.

Will definitely show your work around the Hashira's as well!

Do you need more art supplies? On it! She'll swipe up everything that you want / need!

Not necessary to buy that many? TOO BAD! She's already buying them!

Squeals if you like,, show and share your latest artwork to her, she just adores it all!

WOULD ABSOLUTELY CRY IF YOU DREW HER

Trust me, the first initial reaction you'd get is HSJDJGBSHHFS??????????

" WAAAAHHHHH Y/NNNN!!! "

" Wah! Mitsuri, did I do something wrong? "

" NO BUT WAAAHHHH YOU'RE— YOU'RE DRAWING MEEEEEE :( THAT'S SO SWEET!!!! "

After that initial reaction, of course you'd let her keep the finished product!

Pulling you into her loving embrace, she peppers your face with kisses and hugs you tightly in her arms.

Oh you bet she's treating you out for dinner later, no way is she letting you give her your drawing for free!

💮 MASTERLIST [#1] | MASTERLIST [#2]

[joaquinwhorres]

doodles (Joaquin Torres x Reader, Soulmate!AU)

PAIRING ››››› Joaquín Torres x GN!Reader

REQUEST ››››› ya know the soulmate au alphabet? Could i request Torres + b and w from the alphabet?

b...ody art (doodles that a person draws on themselves appear on their soulmate’s skin). g...uardian (it is said that the person who saves you from a near-death experience is your soulmate—drowning, car crash, etc.)

WORD COUNT ››››› 1,255

WARNINGS ››››› none

A/N ››››› Sooo I kind of cheated by combining the two letters. Also the writing style is kinda different from my usual story work, but hopefully both risks pan out.

The first picture to ever blossom on his skin is a bird.

The other boys in class have flowers and suns and clouds and little stick figure girls and boys, but he has a bird. And while theirs are sketchy and smudged and disproportionate, his looks as if it's been plucked from a picture book with its steady lines and cartoonish detail.

He'd been surprised to find it, nestled into the crook of his elbow, only appearing when he raised his hand to answer a question. He's so used to seeing his friends with images that littered the backs of their hands and wrists and thighs, he’d never thought to check anywhere else.

A thought crosses his mind.

More than crosses.

It takes over.

He knows he isn't supposed to.

If his teacher catches him, he'll get into trouble. He's not even supposed to have a pen in class. The rule's supposed to help kids avoid the temptation of sending off doodles to their soulmates. Of course, like all school rules, kids find a way around it, keeping pens tucked away in pockets and backpacks and lunch bags.

He's never been one to break the rules, but this feels like he has to. His soulmate's out there somewhere, waiting for him. It only feels right to assure them that he's waiting for them too.

Joaquin pulls the pen he keeps tucked in his desk in hopes of just such an occasion and quietly uncaps it. Carefully and stealthily, he drags the pen tip across his skin, eyes darting up to track the teacher’s movements and make sure he doesn't get caught. As a result, the drawing isn't very good. The head's too big for the body and the feet too long. He’d attempted to draw the wing twice, leaving the lines thicker than the rest of the bird. But it's there, facing the first and chirping out a note, so they know he's alive and thinking of them in this moment. And that had to feel nice.

He sticks the pen back in his desk, looking up at the board and quickly copying down the problems he’s almost missed. It's not until he reaches forward to pass in his paper that he notices the addition to the doodle. Two eighth notes tweet out from the first bird.

He smiles.

It becomes increasingly clear that his soulmate’s an artist.

Most people don’t have doodles on their arms and palms anymore. Instead they have drawings sketched into places only they can see--secret notes passed between soulmates. But his body is littered with art.

Intricate patterns bloom across the back of his hand, and twist and twirl up his arm. His forearm becomes a comic strip. Constant commentary on their day or whatever social issues are on their mind. Sometimes they leave a panel open for him to finish. His drawing hasn’t improved much from the first bird.

He wishes he could send along words of praise or encouragement even though he knows words won’t go through.

He wishes that they would use this gift to pass along messages like just about everyone else his age does. But all attempts at starting a conversation like that have gone unanswered. Instead, he simply gets to witness their art and their life play out across his skin. And Joaquin has learned to be content with that.

Because while other kids are coordinating their futures around their soulmates and tailoring all plans to match the other’s, he gets to make his decisions free. He gets to sign up for the Air Force ROTC without a shred of guilt or pushback like some of the other cadets have to deal with.

Their doodles are what keeps him grounded. Throughout basic and his first deployment, their delicate designs and drawings keep him company in those moments when he feels absolutely alone. They make him feel human in moments where he’s asked to be inhuman.

Their art has saved his life more than once too. The obvious doodles keeping him from doomed missions and distracting him for just long enough to avoid disaster. But more than those obvious, blood running cold, vomiting from how close it was moments, the doodles save his life because they are a constant.

He’s not the only one who appreciates the art either. The others in his unit laugh at the comics his soulmate still draws on his arms. They marvel of the intricacy of his soulmate’s work. On how they’re able to create such a detailed band of wild flowers around their own tricep. They laugh as he attempts to draw a bird amongst the flowers. He wonders if his soulmate knows they’re a bit of a celebrity amongst the 547th.

He wonders if he’ll ever get to tell them.

That’s the thought that weighs heavily on him as he watches his friends on base turn to dust around him. As he watches planes fall from the sky and plummet to the ground. As he watches the gentle waves and roles of the ocean that cascade across his forearm disappear.

It's five years before another doodle appears on his skin. He almost cries when he sees it. A small cartoon bird wipes sweat off of its forehead as if relieved.

He lacks all creativity in terms of response and just surrounds the bird in a cloud of hearts.

And that's their reunion. After this, life continues on, and their established routine continues. While the rest of the world still feels like a mess, the familiar rhythm of waking up to a new comic, of finding a new illustration branded on his shoulder makes him feel whole again.

The art maintains its affects on others as well. Both Sam and Bucky like to tease him for the "garden on his arm" or tell him he's a "human gallery." But he notices the way they practice drawing on their arms, watches as the other eyes the spot it appears on their own skin and mercilessly roasts it. Bucky has asked Joaquin if he's willing to trade soulmates more than once.

Joaquin's not.

Ideally, Joaquin would have met his soulmate under calmer circumstances.

Maybe they could have met at a Starbucks when they accidentally reached for the same drink and noticed the matching patterns on each other's arms.

Maybe they could have met while his soulmate was taking a tour of the base, and he just so happened to stop and say hello to the guide and realized that he had the same three birds on his shoulder.

Maybe they could have just finally coordinated a time to see each other face to face.

Instead, he catches them as they're pushed from a stolen helicopter.

Later, they tell him that they wish he'd just walked into their tattoo shop. That his first impression of them wasn't screaming and crying and just about ready to vomit all over him. That they wouldn't have blamed him for keeping the connection a secret when the first thing they said to him after saving their life was "Ow! I think you broke my back." (Which, for the record, he didn't. It was just bruised.)

But when he sees the band of flowers encircling their tricep, he can't keep it in. He can't believe he's holding his soulmate in his arms. The person who's kept him company for almost two decades.

So he says something almost as idiotic as they do: "You're the bird."

And that pretty much solidifies the fact that they're meant to be.

[witchie-writings]

Can I have a HALO ship?, Bi, age 26,

5'5,I’m a fat woman, (who sometimes is insecure about it) stubborn,extremely sarcastic,I have a temper,but I'm also kind, gentle, understanding and I love cuddles. I'm a very curious, outspoken and opinionated person. I love to laugh and make others laugh,I love to read and play video games. I'm am also an artist and I love to paint and draw.

super sorry for getting to your match up so late!!! these match up asks really get me thinking, since i want to make sure i ship you guys with the perfect spartan for you! also motivation was everywhere, sorry lol

But I ship you with...

Emile-A239!

I completely imagine what drew Emile to you was your stubborness and sarcastic attitude, he can get behind that.

Emile loves the fire you got; the sarcasm and stubborness draws him in like a moth to a lamp, so irresistible, yet theres a spark of danger. Definitely have to watch out, he's prone to tease, all in good fun of course.

Another thing he absolutely adores is your outspokeness and curiosity. Now, we all know Emile is the type to have a tendency to go off the walls, and when he has an issue with command he has no qualms speaking his damn mind. It's finally nice to have someone share a trait with him, and be curious enough to figure out if something wasn't right.

What does throw him for a loop though is your kindness. It really goes to show to him that you should never judge a book by it's cover, in a good way, I mean.

Honestly? It's nice to have a feisty, kind-hearted person around. I'm not sure how to describe it, but something about your traits combining to make a brilliant woman fascinates him.

If anyone makes rude remarks about your appearance, they'll get a visit from a very unhappy and trigger-happy spartan. If it was a very rude remark... well, Emile was almost thrown off the team for a reason.

One thing I do want to point out though is you'll have to ease Emile into cuddling. I like to imagine he has semi-sensitive skin, especially where their are scars, so you'll have to coax Emile into letting you touch him. After the first session, he'll still be uneasy with it, but it can get quite cozy, that he won't lie.

Reading? He ain't that much of a fan, but he can totally get behind video games, which is quite rare amongst spartans in general. Give him a good shooter like CoD and he'll be hoarding the gaming consoles or PCs. Will definitely have a bunch of snacks literred everywhere though, so be aware.

What really makes his eyebrows go up is your talents as an artist. Now Emile isn't some Leonardo or Picasso, but he's decent with his art talents. He honestly wouldn't mind if you taught him a few things and hey, maybe you can add a few little details to his armor for him.

Now I know I said Emile doesn't really like physical touch (like his skin), BUT he doesn't mind it when he has his armor equiped... cue the pokes and hugs. I don't know why but he just loves holding you? Like he just loves you for being... well, you.

Also hes an asshole and he'll use you as something to lean on like a coffee stand. That's typical Emile behavior.

Following the point about art, he'd probably want to know if you can decorate his room with your art. Any type of medium, painting, sketches, markers, whatever you have available. But there's one thing he asks... they have to contain skulls. And maybe an occasional doodle of you and him holding hands, something sappy he can look forward to in the mornings.

Don't get me wrong, he loves sappy drawings and all that, but he HATES saying sappy stuff. Like he avoids saying those sort of things like it's going to kill him in an agonizing way.

Honestly? If you can help him with his severe (and I mean SEVERE) temperment issues, that'd be a big help with him. You'd unintentionally become his daily therapist.

Another artist point, sorry, but he'd definitely ask you to paint the warthog or pelican and I'll take this headcannon to the GRAVE.

... Also he wants you to paint Jorge's armor pink when he's not looking.

[destinywillowleaf]

Apollo Justice, prosecutor of Khura'in in @greentrickster's AU is done! Split the sheet because I couldn't get it all visible in one shot.

This was probably the hardest of he sheets to fill out completely. If it wasn't obvious, I took the more Khurainese/concept-based designs from Nahyuta's pages and used them here, with the character actually living in Khura'in.

One of he hardest parts - as you could probably tell between the back and forth of it - was figuring out what to do with Apollo's hair. Would it look better in the front, like his father, or would it look better spread out? I'm still not sure which I like better. There's also one with somewhat of a rat tail ponytail but that was just for dramatics. The surprised Apollo at the top is a similar joke, because seriously what if his surprise animation were the spikes standing up like they usually do.

This got longer than expected so details under the break, as well as some AA6 spoilers if anyone still cares about those.

The first sketch was the upper left one, pulled from one of the final drawings in Nahyuta's concept art. A lot of these are just concept art on Apollo really but with a twist: the bell sleeves to cover his bracelet. When he bends his elbows too much and poses like the one to the left of the start, though, his bracelet can be seen.

Brought back the outfit from 3rd sketch page, no. 4, again with the extended sleeves. Final of that probably would have some sort of cuff on the end for extra style points.

Bby Apollo is actually like 10-11 there and look I just really like the outfit I will find a use for it and no one can stop me.

Last one in the first image is just trying posing, obviously distressed over something... But what is it?

Second image!

Starting at the top, Rebel Apollo. I have a feeling that he worked with the Defiant Dragons for a while in the field, acting as a lookout with his insane eyesight and loud voice. He's got a bandana a la Bowser Jr., with the mouth of a dragon painted onto it(though in the sketch I was pulling more inspiration from the Chinese Guardian Lions and the komainu). People knew of the "Dragon's Dog" but not of who they were. This does sometimes get used in the Plumbed Punisher when Dhurke is saved by a mysterious shadow.

Going across now to the short cloak, pulled from one of Nahyuta's earlier concepts. The Khurainese Prosecutor's badge is on either side(left and right), and he's wearing an outfit like Dhurke's underneath.

The small doodle to the right of it was my attempt at making a bit more of an action-y pose because he's a monk and more willing to fight than expected. Also, the ponytail. That's here.

Serious mode, with another concept sketch. This one was pulled from the teal outfit with the red shoulder scarf thing but obviously here t would be a different color. I have no idea how the buttons work either, I was just trying to replicate what was in the picture.

... and immediately next to it he reason I made my earlier post about overthrowing he government and getting a lousy t-shirt. He's very displeased. Nahyuta has a matching one. It was worth every penny. Give me the little things.

Apollo and Ema are most definitely salt friends. He's the Prosecutor's Office for less than a day, set up right next to Klavier, and he has to listen to guitr all day. Klavier isn't a rock star anymore why is he still doing this. He brings it up with Ema once and she is more than willing to talk and gripe about him. Often over Snackoos.

And finally, the one that's a combination of a number of different designs. The cloth from the late stage concept just as a belt, the canon Nahyuta shirt thing but way shorter(so like the one with the scarf), and something like Dhurke's jacket over it.

No, I still don't know how to draw shoes. For either of them. But I do know one thing: this Nahyuta is really, really fun to write. He's got the same tiredness of Apollo but with more internal anxiety over his appearance. I've got a few little ideas that I want to write up when I get time(something I don't really have right now, to be honest /_\")

Honestly one of the best things about this AU is exploring how events could have gone down. Nahyuta's lack of Gramarye sight means he can't detect lies and he has to take more roundabout methods to finding the truth when Trucy can't help. Apollo being in Khura'in means he's closer with his father but still knows nothing about who he is or who his parents were. Even though he didn't know Lamiroir was his mother, Phoenix could still figure out the identity of Thalassa's firstborn. Reasoning changes for why characters do certain things, and the final showdown of AA6 is even more emotionally taxing for the main character.

I really hope there aren't any typos in here...

[purpleskiesandpaperflowers]

Heres part of a page from my sketchbook , my drawing is a bit smudged and Joe's hair and tattoo could use a hell of a lot of work (as could my drawing skills in general lol) but theres something very important about this page of my sketchbook.

Heres some backstory:

I had my 3 monthly psychiatrist review last month. All I'm diagnosed with is OCD , Anxiety and depression as well as a tic disorder - Tourette syndrome which does effect my mental health more than someone would normally think. I was referred to this psychiatrist by the Child mental health service in my area upon turning 18 (I'm 20 now) I originally was referred to mental health services for self harming, panic attacks and my tic disorder which at the time was undiagnosed and my gp had no idea what to do about it , thought it was probably anxiety (that's a common theme every time I go to the doctors LOL)

I've been seeing some form of psychiatrist since I was about 12 in all that time I've only briefly mentioned my constant desire to daydream on a couple of occasions , and back when I did I refused to talk in detail mainly because I was ashamed and partly because I have great difficulty explaining things to people . Even my art therapist didnt manage to get a doodle of my daydreams out of me , although at the time I was just a kid , what did it matter , I'd grow out of it.

Or not. I've been conflicted about coming out about my MaDD as even though I know my relationship with daydreaming isn't the world's healthiest one, I have very little desire to stop daydreaming , my life feels so empty without it. After all , my paras have been my best freinds for so long. My inner world an amazing paradise, an escape from life built just for me.

However this appointment was different. I always take my mum to my appointments as a sort of advocate as I really struggle with the talking bit. I've gotten much better recently but still tend to keep quiet about things as I get too choked up to talk properly.

To this appointment I bought my sketchbook as I knew I wanted to talk about my constant urges to daydream , I didnt know how but I thought this crappy sketch of Joe , one of my first paras.

In the waiting room I showed my mum my sketchbook as shes one of the only people I can even think about starting to tell her these things. I still keep a lot of it a secret .

Once in the actual appointment I wasnt sure I was ready to say anything , once again it was a new psychiatrist, although probably one of the nicest I've met, I really hope he stays this time. He asked how I was doing and I didnt really say a lot , I think I spoke a bit about my mood and stuff , and a little about history and stuff. Mum eventually pushed me to show him my sketchbook. I was reluctant and very embarrassed for some reason , but I knew I couldn't turn back . I showed him this sketch of Joe , I mean theres not much in the sketchbook apart from an old character profile of Vlad , that could really use some tweaking and a self portrait and some other drawing exercises and some very messy alchohol and water based marker swatches.

I felt ridiculously embarrassed afterwards because Joe's profile underneath is pretty cringey. Although maybe it's not, maybe that's just what this horrible cringe culture we have on the modern internet has taught me. At the end of the day yes this dude is an androgynous disabled witch , an oc that a 14 year old with a slight interest in character diversity could make , But hes also got a very important role in my life.

Anyway , it felt so freeing to finally tell someone . Daydreaming makes up such a big portion of my life it's been lonely to not be able to share it with anyone. What I really want is someone who I can be comfortable enough to share this all with , every little bit , and for them not to judge me like I judge myself. I dont know if it's possible. But I guess starting this blog was my first step to being more open about the universe behind my eyes.

Since then I had a bit of a moment when I think I realised part of the reason for all this.

Besides the psychiatrist saying that this can be an uncommon manifestation of Obsessive compulsive disorder ( the compulsive desire to daydream , and daydreams that become almost intrusive to every day life) , I realised during my mum having her almost weekly " IM DONE WITH YOU, GET OUT " rant to my dad after he once again acted like an ungrateful peice of shit. That I feel as if theyve been fighting since I can remember . Yeah yeah I know mum , you're not arguing you're just talking, whatever you say .

I dont want to blame my parents for my life issues because that would make me an exact carbon copy of my dad. I mean I've had everything. I dont want to be ungrateful. But I guess the constant nagging at each other doesn't help things. I mean this stuff is probably more common than I think. I need to remember that you dont have to have been through the worlds worst trauma to have some mental health quirks. I guess I just compare myself a lot to other people who've had it worse than me.

Alas , comparing myself to others helps no one , and I'm sorry for being negative. I guess I just have to do what my dad will not do. Put the past behind him. And not dwell on it too much . It is what it is at the end of the day.

Overall , positive steps have been made, even if I still am struggling a little with anxiety at the moment , I'm still managing things . Mainly because of the daydreaming I must admit . It really does help me cope. Even if I am a little lost in it all sometimes.