#( character study * / indigo )

[graphitesatellite]

Maybe this is a little silly, and maybe I’m being too meta about it, but while I was playing through the DLC I kept getting this urge to talk to Kieran through the screen like “no, no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be able to win against me, but it’s not because there’s anything wrong with you — it’s only because I’m the protagonist, and if I don’t win, the story can’t move forward.”

I don’t know what it is about this guy that makes me wanna break through the fourth wall and explain to him his narrative purpose, but his arc really compels me — maybe it’s the way his obsession completely, dramatically overtakes him

[wholesomecryptidart]

Since Bug is a fankid of two Unova characters i doodled up a kinda "what if" of her at Blueberry Academy. This *probably* isn't canon for her, but it is definitely fun to think about!

[syoounn]

•Their reaction confessing to them (both of you are already married)

•Characters: Chuuya, Dazai, Fyodor

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Chuuya

As you said to him that you'll say something serious.. his eyebrows furrowing in slight concern at your seriousness. He looked at you, waiting intently as he studied your face.

“… and what is it, Doll?”

"I think im in love with you.." you said, trying to be more serious and trying not to smile.

Chuuya blinked at your words, his mind taking a few moments to process your meaning since it didn’t seem like a serious situation at first. Once he realized you were joking, his face softened into an amused smirk.

“I’d hope so, Doll. We are married after all.” He replied, poking your side.

Chuuya chuckled at your fake pout, finding your silliness utterly endearing. He shifted slightly, so he was hovering over you, his forearms placed on either side of your head.

“And here I thought you were telling me something serious for a moment.”

"I was really serious!" you protested.

“Oh really?” Chuuya pulled away to look you in the eye, his smirk still present on his face. He raised an amused eyebrow at you.

“So you’re telling me you’ve just realized you love me? After goddamn years of us being together?”

He then chuckled again at the absurdity of the situation and poked your side.

“I hope you aren’t just trying to get my attention, because I can give you attention in another way.” He murmured, his smirk turning into a grin as his hand moved to rest on your hip.

With that, he finally gave the attention you wanted that night.

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Dazai

You've said those words, making him clearly amused by your comment.

Bella, you think?” He replied, his voice taking on a slightly sarcastic tone. He knew you were likely just being cute, but his curiosity was piqued nonetheless as you nodded.

“So, let me get this straight..” Dazai said, his tone still playful as he leaned in closer to you, his breath brushing against your ear.

“You think you’re in love with me..?” He repeated slowly, his smirk growing wider as he waited for your response.

“And here I thought you’d know how you felt about me..” Dazai teased, his playful eyes studying your expression.

“After all… we’ve been together for so long..” He murmured, his voice dropping an octave lower.

He leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

“But for some reason… you only think you’re in love with me..?”

“I’m wounded..” He murmured, his smirk turning into a playful pout. Feigns heartbreak dramatically, placing a hand over his heart and letting out a melodramatic sigh.

You felt bad.. as you cuddled him, giving him some affection. Dazai chuckled at your sudden change of tone, letting out a soft sigh when you cuddled into him. He wrapped his arms around you securely, pulling you closer to his body. He smiled slightly as he felt your warmth against him.

“That’s more like it.” He murmured, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He kissed the top of your head affectionately, his hand slowly rubbing gentle circles on your back.

You continue to pamper him for more affection, not aware he literally manipulated you for doing that. A victorious smirk can be seen on his face as you spoil him.

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Fyodor

As you confessed to him, Fyodor quirked an eyebrow, a glint in his indigo eyes. He slowly approached you in a few, long strides, closing the distance between you. He loomed over you, towering over your much smaller frame. His dark hair fell over his face, partly obscuring his gaze.

"Now, now, dear, don't act like a foolish schoolgirl with a childish crush."

He gently pushed you up against a wall, trapping you with his body, pinning you in place. He leaned down so he could whisper in your ear. "You are a respectable woman, a devoted wife. Act as such, please."

You nodded nervously.

Good girl. He murmured before gently biting your earlobe. Fyodor's hand moved from your hip to your lower back, pulling you flush against him. His body completely towered over you, and he let out a quiet huff of amusement when he felt you shiver against him.

I guess no more playing silly at your husband.

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I'll make more characters, i promise. (｡≧Д≦｡)

[aliceramblez]

Dating The BB League Elite Four + Kieran 💕

Tags: GN! Reader, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Teal Mask & Indigo Disk Spoilers!

A/N: After finally getting dragged into the Pokémon rabbit hole, I honestly couldn't resist in doing one of these for my babies! Scarlet/Violet is my very first Pokémon experience, so hopefully I did these characters justice ^^

Feel free to follow my main @taruchinator & leave a request for future HCs!

Crispin 🔥

He's such a dork and incredibly quirky but don't you worry, he'll definitely be the one to ask you out first, no matter how many attempts it takes. Not like you'd say no to begin with.

As a partner, he's the kind of guy who would always try to cheer you up and have you in a happy mood, because when you're happy, he's happy! Anything from compliments, to jokes, to just giving you lots of affection.

Which brings us to the fact that he's huge on PDA. And the funny thing is he doesn't even realize he's doing it—he'll lean on you when you're showing him something in your Rotom Phone, rubbing circles on your palm when you're talking about your day, placing his chin on your shoulder while talking to the other club members—this man is all over you.

During your stay at Blueberry Academy, don't you dare spend your precious money on the cafeteria, he's got you covered. He'll ask you and learn about your tastes, creating new recipes and concoctions just for you, hoping to surprise you with something better and nutritious every day!

If you had a long day of training and doing BBQs, Crispin always comes by and makes sure you had a meal. And you better not be lying to him.

“Man, you've been out all day! Did you even have lunch?”

“.... I had a granola bar.”

“HOW ARE YOU STILL STANDING?”

It's safe to say that Koraidon/Miraidon adores him, and even makes you question whether it's you or your Pokémon who's dating him.

After you started going out, Crispin now makes sure to carry sandwiches with him at all times. Mostly for your oversized lizard boy, but also for you in case you need a quick snack to recharge. The legendary Pokémon is quick to thank him with licks and constant slobbering which always leaves the red-head a mess, but he tries to not let it bother him for your sake.

Whenever you guys aren't training, you'll be in your dorm rooms cooking and having laughs with your Pokémon over how clumsy they can be in the kitchen.

Overall, a sweet and supportive goofball who'll make sure you're always smiling and never have an empty stomach!

Amarys 👓

Obviously Amarys isn't the best at conveying her emotions. It doesn't mean she doesn't care, she just has a hard time figuring them out sometimes! Which is why it's incredibly strange to her when she starts having these weird sensations whenever she's around you.

She feels happier, her stomach gets all jumbled when you compliment her, and her minds always finds a way to drift back to you no matter what she's doing.

She ends up asking Carmine about it, who immediately gets all giddy and explains to her that she might have a crush. Amarys is surprised, but not against the idea. It makes sense in retrospect—cue bestie Carmine giving her pointers and ideas to try and confess to you.

Unfortunately it's all a bit too convoluted or cheesy for the Steel-Type user's liking, so she ends up doing it her own way.

One day after club activities are over, she asks if you can stay a bit longer to talk. “After much deliberation, it would seem that I have caught romantic feelings for you. I propose a casual outing so we can discuss these in further detail. Do you agree?”

It doesn't take long for you two to start going out.

Amarys shows affection through small gestures that may not seem like a lot to others, but you know they're huge steps for her. Sharing her food when you're hungry, giving you advice on how to raise your Pokémon properly, helping you study subjects you aren't that good at—the list goes on.

PDA isn't her strong suit at all. Physical affection in general isn't something she's used to, and she's forever grateful that you don't push her to do things out of her comfort zone. She tries though, and will do things like brush her hand against yours or even give you a hug whenever she's feeling bold.

To an outsider you're both an unconventional couple, but manage to make it work with trust and constant communication. Give her some time and she'll warm up to you.

Lacey 🧚‍♀️

A sweet cutie who doesn't really change her attitude towards you even after you start dating, since she's always loved having you around. The two of you also confess at the same time, which leaves you as a pair of giggling messes at the irony of it.

Is your number one cheerleader when it comes to school academics. You may not be an official Blueberry student, but that doesn't mean you should be slacking in your classes! If you don't understand the material, don't you worry, she's already prepared a slideshow presentation going over it point by point. Will also reward you with kisses if you pay attention!

Lacey isn't huge on PDA either since she thinks it's unnecessary, but when it's just the two of you, she will never let go. You have successfully replaced Granbull as her favorite pillow of choice, since whenever you two have time off and she's tired, you'll probably take a snooze under a tree in the Coastal Biome.

When you get to meet her father, she's actually a bit nervous since she's never thought of dating before finishing school, but you try and be brave and reassure her that you'll try your best to give a good impression. He thinks you're alright, but gives you the good old father talk to make sure you won't hurt his little girl.

Will find ways to dot your Legendary lizard ride with gifts and affection since she thinks he's just too darn stinking cute, but don't worry, she still thinks you're the cutest!

Since Lacey's constantly worrying about things getting done around the League Club, it's your duty as her partner to get her to relax from time to time. You'll do your best by offering to share responsibilities and reminding her that breaks are very much needed.

“Sweetie it's nighttime, you can finish in the morning. I'm tired and need cuddleeeess.”

“Just one more page and I'll be done—”

“Please Ms. Lacey! I need your cuteness to have a good night's sleep!”

“F-Fine, I'm coming! Flattering me to get what you want is just not right, ya know?”

Truly an iconic duo.

Drayton 🐉

Let's get one thing straight: this man doesn't confess—heck, he doesn't even ask you out! One day he just has his arms around you and plants a kiss on your cheek claiming that he'll follow your every command, all with a cheeky grin on his face. You're more than welcome to punch him for it and he'll still come crawling back.

Like most things in his life, Drayton takes your relationship slow and steady, not really wanting to push your boundaries (unless he wants to tease you) and having no rush to progress things. He's just a chill guy who wants to claim you before anyone else does.

Don't be mistaken though, this doesn't mean he doesn't care. You'd be surprised how much he looks out for you, almost borderline overprotective in some cases. After everything that happened with Terapagos in Area Zero, he's constantly making sure you have strong Pokémon, supplies, and good company to survive the crazy adventures you get mixed up in.

You guys' ideal date is spending time together in the dorms after school hours, kicking back and relaxing with a movie or just talking about stuff that happened during the day. He's surprisingly a very good listener.

It's from these laid back conversations that he gets ideas for random gifts to get you. Did you need a new pair of gloves cause the old ones ripped? Some are waiting in the club room. You're running low on potions? A box full of them appears on your doorstep. Want to visit your friends in Paldea but can't find the time? Turns out Drayton took over your assignments for the day so you're free to go!

You're also the only person he'll allow himself to be tutored by. Will literally not listen to anyone unless it's you. Which is why you try to make sure the material is easy for him to digest + it's not boring typical schoolwork, but something he'll actually enjoy.

“Okay! Today we're going over math! Let's have a battle in the Polar Biome so you can see how probability applies in critical hits and such.”

“Aww, my honey is catering to my needs? Aren't you the sweetest thing?”

“No kisses until we're done, Drayton.”

“Alright, aye aye boss!”

He's an idiot, but he's your idiot.

Kieran 🍎

This boy has had a crush on you ever since you first met in Kitakami, but never had the courage to say anything since he was so shy. Now however, he doesn't say anything because he feels like he doesn't have the right to.

After everything he's put you through—from accusing you of stealing Ogerpon, to fighting you in an all out battle, to straight up putting you and everyone else in danger just because he wanted a chance at getting a Legendary Pokémon—Kieran doesn't think he deserves to be your friend, let alone your partner.

Carmine is there as his wingwoman though, cheering him on and telling him how much you appreciate him and clearly return his feelings.

And so, mustering as much courage as he can, he asks if you'll trade Pokémon with him. When you agree, he brings out an Applin, which immediately leaves you blushing but also spreads a huge smile on your face. The two of you officially start dating.

Kieran does is absolute best to try and be the boyfriend you deserve, even though it's his first relationship and he has no idea what he's doing half the time. The members of the League Club are surprised at first, but ultimately support you guys all the way!

You spend time together sharing battle strategies and having your Pokémon playing to try and get along. Turns out Ogerpon and Hydrapple become fast friends by the end of a particular play date, much to your delight.

He's not good at PDA, like, at all. He's still that shy and timid kid from Kitakami underneath it all, so he struggles with initiating affection even when it's just the two of you. You're the one who has to start the hugs and kisses, leaving him like a puddle of goo under your grasp.

Nightmares still plague him occasionally, mostly revolving the journey to Area Zero and how it all could've turned out for the worst if by some chance Terapagos decided to attack someone else. Maybe even you. If you're with him when they happen, you'll hold him tight and whisper sweet nothings into his ear until he calms down, or if he calls you to make sure you're okay, you'll stay on the phone with him until he falls asleep again.

“I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...”

“It's okay Kieran. We're both okay, and that's all that matters.”

You two are the power couple that Blueberry Academy never expected, but deep down, you're just a pair of dorks who fawn over each other on a daily basis.

[himbofan]

bungo stray dogs - meet cutes

hey guyzzz soooo here's my one piece of writing for the next 10 months 😛🩷

jk but fr it's hard for me to write anything consistently so thank you for bearing with me!!!! :3

i always appreciate all forms of support!! I’ve been having bsd brainworms for a couple months now so expect more ramblings at some point ok thx for reading BYEEEEEEEE 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

cw: gn reader, mention of cigarettes, reader has a cat, light stalking

characters: nakahara chuuya, fukuzawa yukichi, oda sakunosuke wc: 2600+

you’re the cute cashier who works the graveyard shift at my local convenience store and i'm always awake at odd hours - nakahara chuuya

Chuuya stifled a yawn and wearily checked his phone. The numbers [3:27 AM] glared back at him with an irritating brightness, almost mocking him for staying up so late. He sighed and pocketed his phone, glancing up at the sky which was still a deep indigo, the stars barely visible from the copious amounts of light pollution. 

He grumbled something illegible under his breath and pushed open the door to the nearest convenience store. The door jingled lightly, the smell of nondescript floor cleaner invading his nostrils as he stepped into the cramped space. 

“Welcome…” you called out wearily from the register, though you couldn’t see who just walked in due to the height of the shelves blocking your view. 

He barely acknowledged your existence at the opposite side of the store, instead choosing to browse the shelves.

He eventually made his way to the register, dropping a bottle of water on the counter before finally looking up at you. 

“And I’ll take a pack of Marlboro Golds.”

You glanced at him quickly while scanning the water and box of cigarettes, trying to take in as much of his appearance as possible without looking creepy. 

You hadn’t seen him before since starting this job a week ago, and he certainly was a sight for sore eyes. 

His hair was a fiery orange that fell in slight waves over his shoulder, with piercing eyes that made your heart skip a beat. 

You silently punched in your employee discount as he pulled out his wallet. Though it was only 10% off, he looked like he’d been from hell and back, and you felt strangely empathetic towards this stranger, wanting to make his night a little easier in the only way you could without getting in trouble. 

You finished the transaction and handed him the receipt, finally mustering the courage to look at his face again. To your surprise, he was looking directly at you this time, his eyes narrowed as he studied you. 

You quickly averted your gaze and hastily bowed, babbling out a customary “Thank you, come again”. 

As he left the building, he quickly scanned the receipt. His eyebrows raised a little as he saw the discount. Of course he would never need it with his cushy salary, but you had no way of knowing that. You simply saw him as a tired man who had a rough day, extending kindness the only way you knew how. The thought of a stranger showing him pity made his brow furrow, but he couldn’t deny how his heart squeezed when he remembered those kind eyes.

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The next night, you were back behind the register, eyes glazing over while you stared aimlessly at the wall. The door jingled and you snapped to attention. 

“Welcome!”

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the same handsome man from yesterday walk in. You fidgeted with your hair and nails trying to look more presentable under the unflattering fluorescent lights. 

He made his rounds and eventually came to the counter again, dropping his choices on the counter. 

Before you could open your mouth, he spoke. 

“Don’t do that again.” 

You gaped like a fish and internally panicked, mind racing trying to find where you had gone wrong.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you mean…”

“The discount. I don’t need it.”

“Oh my apologies, you just looked like you were having a rough day and I wanted to try and make it a little better…I didn’t mean to insult you…” you rambled. You couldn’t hide the embarrassment on your face, cheeks and ears heating up rapidly as you felt yourself pinned under his strong gaze. 

He sighed, “It’s fine, just don’t do it again. I don’t need your charity.” 

‘…or for you to get in trouble trying to help me.’

You wanted to curl up and die right there, but instead you scanned his items and stuffed them in a bag, staring down at the white countertop and praying for the minutes to go faster so you could go home and scream.

Noticing your discomfort, Chuuya sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He finished the transaction and muttered a small “thank you” before dropping a small piece of paper on the counter. He immediately whirled around and headed out the door so you couldn’t see the slight blush tingeing his face and ears.

I’ll pay you back. Here’s my number.

 xxx-xxx-xxxx

You looked up in surprise but he was already out the door, the jingle of the doorbells signaling his departure. You smiled and blushed lightly, the fatigue from your long shift briefly alleviated as butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the thought of the handsome stranger. 

“Ah… I didn’t even get his name…”

you’re the owner of the cat i’ve been feeding because i thought it was a stray - fukuzawa yukichi

It was a relatively quiet day, the weather was nice and the streets were slightly less busy than usual. Fukuzawa closed his eyes and let the warm rays of sun seep into his tired skin, silently basking after a long day of being chained to his desk. 

His meditation was broken as a striped tail curled around his leg. Much to his delight, a friendly looking cat chirped and rubbed its face affectionately on his legs. His eyes softened as he reached down to let the cat sniff his hand, then softly pet its head. 

He swiftly took a small dried fish out of his sleeve and offered it, to which the cat excitedly accepted, purring up a storm as it crunched hungrily on the treat. His shoulders dropped slightly, stress and tension slowly melting away as he continued to admire the furry creature. 

The cat writhed on the ground, soaking up every ounce of attention from him as he continued to gently pet its fur. As if compelled by an unknown force, the cat suddenly shot its head up and glanced around, before running off into the bushes. Fukuzawa looked around for what could’ve possibly scared the cat away, but saw nothing. Slightly disappointed, he stood and returned to the office.

The next couple of days it came back as friendly as ever, and with an even more ravenous appetite for treats. Of course Fukuzawa was happy to oblige, showering the cat with affection and treats every time. 

“You have quite an appetite for such a small cat, don’t eat too many treats now.” he murmured, his stoic face unchanging yet there was a glimmer of admiration in his eyes.

“There you are! You greedy little shit!!”

His respite was broken as an angry voice yelled out from across the courtyard. The cat seemed to instantly recognize the voice and immediately ducked behind Fukuzawa’s legs. 

You jogged up to him, slightly out of breath, and looked up at the man who your cat was using as a shield. He had a commanding presence, with sharp blue eyes and silvery wolf cut. Your eyes locked for a split second and your heart jumped, this dignified-looking man was certainly easy on the eyes to say the least. Clearing your throat and brushing stray hairs out of your face, you awkwardly waved. 

“Hi, that cat belongs to me. I’m sorry if she caused you any trouble.” 

You smiled at him but glared daggers at your cat, who simply looked back at you. Though somehow, you could feel a smug aura radiating from it.

He looked down at the cat then back to you with a very slightly amused expression.

“No, she wasn’t bothering me. She’s quite sweet.” 

His voice rolled out deep and smooth, matching his serious appearance. He extended his hand down and your cat happily rubbed her face on it, purring up a storm.

“She really likes people, but that’s because she really, really likes food.”

You sighed and squatted down to attempt to grab your cat, but she ducked further behind the fold of the man’s yukata. You frowned and huffed but didn’t move any further, lest you’d be kneeling between this stranger’s legs. Fukuzawa noticed your discomfort and scooped up the cat in his arms, handing her off to you. You gratefully lifted your cat, accidentally brushing his large hand in the process which sent a small jolt of adrenaline through your body. 

“She’s not supposed to be outside but somehow she always manages to slip out. I feed her regularly but it doesn’t matter, she’s insatiable.”

Knowing the jig was up, your cat meowed in protest and squirmed in your arms.

“I mean how am I supposed to feel when my cat is going up to strangers and begging like she’s starving? She’s making me look like a neglectful owner to the whole damn city!”

You continued to ramble, before realizing you were venting your frustrations on this poor random man. 

He looked at you, a slight twinkle of amusement in his eyes. 

“She looks healthy and happy, it’s obvious someone loves her very much.” 

You felt your face heat up as he reassured you, wholly unprepared for the praise from this stern-looking yet attractive older man. 

“Ah… well thank you very much for taking care of my cat.” You bowed politely. “Please let me pay you back somehow.”

He shook his head gently and tucked his arms in his sleeves. “No need, it was no trouble at all.”

“I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t help you out in return, I insist.”

You rummaged hastily through your bag and retrieved a pen and a crumpled receipt, scribbling down your number and name before handing it to him. 

You were telling half of the truth; you really did want to pay him back, but you also wanted an excuse to see this hot man again.

“Ugh, I have to go, but please don’t hesitate to reach out. Again, thank you so much for taking care of her.” You bowed one more time before speed-walking down the street, indignant meows fading as you turned the corner.

Fukuzawa looked at the small piece of paper in his hand, tucking it in his sleeve as the faintest of smiles graced his face for a second. 

‘...cute…’

you ask me for help to pretend to be your boyfriend to scare off a creep - oda sakunosuke

You glance over your shoulder warily while pulling your jacket tighter over your midsection, walking faster down the street. To your demise, the shady looking man that started following you a few blocks ago continued to tail you despite taking several twists and turns to try and throw him off. Cursing under your breath, you opened the door to the nearest establishment and quickly ducked in hoping to find a place you could stake it out until he left.

You’d never been to this bar before despite passing it multiple times on your way home, but it was much nicer than expected. The narrow stairs opened up into a cozy bar, moody lighting glinting off of the polished wooden stools. The only patron was a rather tall man with reddish hair, sitting quietly sipping on his drink. 

Although he was a complete stranger, you felt as if this man was trustworthy. He exuded an aura of peace and safety that you desperately needed at this moment. 

Sheepishly you sat down next to him. He looked down at you curiously, about to ask why you chose to sit next to him when the whole bar was available, when the door opened again and the man who had been following you stumbled in. Your heart dropped and you turned to the stranger next to you, whispering rapidly with a pleading expression. 

“Hey so there’s a creepy guy following me, could you pretend to be my boyfriend? I’ll buy you a drink as thanks.”

Before he could respond, you faked a hearty laugh as though you just told a hilarious joke and put your hand on his arm flirtatiously, hoping that the creepy man was watching. 

Your heart was thundering in your chest, but you continued to smile and look at your fake boyfriend. Getting a better look at his face, you noticed that he was actually quite good looking. He had a slight amount of stubble on his jaw, but the rest of him was well groomed. His eyes were a gorgeous crystal-clear sapphire blue that gazed down at you stoically. You were close enough to smell his light cologne, it was just enough to be noticeable but not overbearing. Your fingertips felt searing where they touched his arm, and you prayed he couldn’t tell how hard your heart was beating. 

He glanced up at the man brooding in the corner, silently sizing him up with a stony face.

Even though he hadn’t spoken a word, his sheer size and intense stare sent a strong enough warning that the other man froze under his gaze. 

Your stalker stared at the two of you and muttered something under his breath, before heading back up the stairs and exiting the bar. 

Once you were sure the door had closed behind him, you breathed a sigh of relief and removed your hand from his arm. “Hey sorry for putting you on the spot like that, I really appreciate it, let me get you a drink.”

“It’s nothing, I don’t mind.” His voice was deep and rumbled like a thunderstorm, and it was very attractive.

“No please, I insist. Ah, I suppose I should introduce myself.” You bashfully offered your name and bowed slightly. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Oda. It’s getting pretty late anyways, I was going to head out. Do you need someone to walk you home?”

You smiled and nodded. “I would appreciate that, thank you so much.”

The walk home was a little awkward but not uncomfortable. Most of your attempts at small talk were met with brief responses that were followed by a long pause. You assumed he wasn’t much for conversation, but you detected no malice or annoyance in his voice. 

Eventually, you reached the end of your commute. Although you were relieved you made it home safely, you were a little disappointed that your impromptu date with this attractive stranger was coming to an end.

“Oh this is it, thank you so much again for helping me out…. oh right!” You dug out your phone from your bag, opened a new contact, and sheepishly handed it to him. 

“I know you said I didn’t have to pay you back but I really want to.” 

He took the phone and punched in his number along with the name ‘Oda’ before handing it back to you. 

“Thank you again! Have a good night!” You smiled brightly and waved at him from the entrance of your apartment complex, heart still pounding. 

He offered a simple wave in return, making sure you closed and locked the door before continuing on his way. He couldn’t ignore the butterflies in his stomach at the thought of your smile for the rest of the night. 

dividers credit @/cafekitsune

[sleepynoons]

dr. ratio x gn!reader, sfw, not beta read

cw: explicit language

notes: college!au ratio is scrumptious + i love trying new characterizations of such a well-written character. some emotional angst regarding insecurities + never feeling good enough. platonic btw, though feelings spark at the end. also, requests are now open – please read all of my acc + request rules, which are linked in my nav. finally, repeat after me: YOUR HOBBIES DON'T HAVE TO BE YOUR JOBS.

YOU HAVE got to be shitting me.

you gawk as you stare at the student across from you. piercing eyes, gold laurel accessory adorning indigo hair, apron crisp and clean – why the hell is the veritas ratio here?

you’re a simple student. day and night, you’re studying to pass your classes and working a part-time shift as a barista at a local café to scrape in a little bit of extra cash. the difference between you and ratio is more than the distance between heaven and earth. the only time you ever interacted with your college’s “legendary genius” was at a study review session for one of your classes that he happened to be a teaching assistant for.

the first ten minutes of the session were wasted because ratio was criticizing the hell out of another student. to be fair, the latter was acting like an asshole. you had overheard some of the snarky comments they made about ratio as you all were waiting outside the classroom. but ratio was equally, if not more, biting and ruthless as he made comeback after comeback after comeback. you didn’t have a good opinion of him either. and so, you snuck out of the review session and never attended one led by ratio again.

you try to shift your expression into a more amicable one as you sit down next to him. out of all the places to meet him again, you would have never predicted it to be at your favorite pottery studio.

it’s fine, you think, it’s not like he knows who i am.

you’re not good at pottery – mediocre at it, at best. but the feeling of the wet clay against your hands, how pliable and cool and malleable it is, is soothing. even the sheer act of throwing a ball of it onto the wheel is stress-relieving. you frequent this studio once every few weeks or so, and it’s become something of a third home to you, a place that you can run away to really at any time.

ratio has accolades in the arts as well, especially renowned for his sculptures, so pottery doesn’t seem too farfetched. yet you’ve never seen him here before.

you’re deep in thought, until a steady voice interrupts with a call of your name.

you perk up, looking around. another call of your name. there’s no one else in the vicinity besides you and ratio.

you squeak in surprise. “oh! yes, um, hi, ratio! what’s up?”

ratio’s response shocks you. he asks, “i am having trouble with pulling the sides of my bowl up. would you mind showing me how to do it?”

what. ratio needs help – and your help at that? you quickly pull yourself together, though, because you’d rather not get berated by him.

“y-yeah, sure,” you acquiesce. “what are you trying to make?”

for the next hour or so, you guide ratio through the very few basics of pottery that you’ve become acquainted with. of course, ratio catches on very speedily, but contrary to your initial impression of him, he listens with rapt attentiveness and asks questions only when necessary. the final result is a round bowl with scalloped edges.

during your next visit to the studio, which is a week later, you run into ratio at the entrance. you both nod politely in recognition, remaining in silence as the studio manager helps the two of you set up. this time, ratio does not reach out to you. you notice that ratio creates another of the bowl he made (and you helped with) last week.

you don’t visit the studio again until a month later. midterms season plus additional shifts at the café because a coworker had quit without a two-week notice took up all of your time. yet, here ratio was again, already throwing as you settle at your station.

it’s weird, really. when and why did ratio pick up pottery? no one else on campus seemed to know – indicative by the lack of gossip regarding the genius –, and after a brief exchange with the studio staff that you’ve become familiar with, they thought he was simply a new frequenter.

you’re suddenly feeling courageous. maybe it’s because of the accumulated stress from the past month or the lack of caffeine, but regardless, you’re feeling bold enough to initiate conversation with ratio.

so you start easy, to seem casual. “hi, ratio,” you chirp, even adding in a small wave to appear extra friendly.

he glances up and nods before concentrating back on his work. you take that as your cue to get started as well. 

after half an hour, from the corner of your eye, you see ratio pause his wheel and stretch, judging and evaluating the progress he’s made. you notice that he’s making something new, a wide plate with a shallow rim.

“nice work,” you offer.

“thank you,” he states.

you sigh. now, you’re just getting irritated. going about this in a roundabout way is clearly not working.

you set down your tools and stare right at ratio. “i’m curious,” you ask, “why pottery? i’ve never seen you here.”

“you’re not here often either.”

you groan internally. of course he’s focused on the trees instead of the forest. “i come often enough to know the other regulars, and you were definitely not one of them up until a month ago.”

ratio breaks away from his work and looks back at you. even though you’ve seen him in person a few times now, his eyes always manage to glimmer so beautifully that they steal your breath away. “is one not allowed to pick up a new hobby? or are your conceptions of a so-called ‘genius’ limited to that of a naturally gifted workaholic?”

you have to think for a moment before responding. ratio seems rather uncomfortable with the term “genius.”

you muse, “maybe. you’re the closest thing to being a genius that i know, and you seem to be winning awards all the time. that can’t be possible if you’re not working hard all the time. but… it’s good to know that pottery’s just a fun activity for you.”

he asks, “is it for you?”

“yeah, i think it is.” you smile, though it’s more for yourself. “look, i’m not particularly gifted at anything, not even at pottery. but that’s fine because you don’t have to turn your hobbies into work.”

“i don’t agree with you.” you tilt your head in confusion, slightly wary because you don’t want to debate or argue. ratio continues, “the notion of separating work from hobbies is clear, but claiming that you are not particularly gifted is unnecessary self-deprivation, no? i’ve seen your work from class, and it’s very obvious you have certain strengths.”

you roll your eyes and scoff. “that doesn’t mean i’m talented at anything. everyone has strengths, that’s true, but it’s not like i’m doing anything impressive enough to get on the front page of our university newspaper.”

ratio states your name, but it sounds more like a stern rebuke. “i don’t take pride in being called a genius.”

“why? because you didn’t get nominated last year?”

he corrects, “for the past few years.”

the genius society, the most prestigious nonprofit in the world, offers a scholarship program that selects and nurtures the brightest college students globally. despite all of the research and leadership ratio has contributed, he has never once been accepted, let alone waitlisted, for the program.

you think you have a better idea of the kind of person ratio is. maybe he’s more like the sun to your earth, more tender-hearted and relatable than you had assumed.

“make sure the clay is evenly distributed in the center of the plate,” you note. you know he doesn’t need empty words of sympathy or comfort.

“i will.”

the two of you work until you’re both done; he finishes his plate and you a medium-sized soup bowl because you had accidentally shattered the only one you had.

before you leave, though, ratio calls out to you. (you notice you like the way he says your name.)

he says, “please, call me veritas.”

you chuckle and nod. (he notices he likes the sound of your laugh.) 

“i’ll see you soon, veritas.”

[didisficrecs]

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[bamdelune]

utterly, unbelieveably in love pt. 1 ░ scara x reader modern!au ★ mini series

summary ➜ he has six months to win you over. the famed scaramouche of tevyat unviersity wants the honor of owning a place in your heart. you want to see how far his feelings hold true.

genres/tags ➜ fluff, scara is genuinely head over heels for you, fem!reader, scara is your brother's best friend, courting, new writing style.

Your brother bringing home friends from university wasn't a surprising occurence. He'd do it all the time. The only thing surprising was how a real human being could bear to even form a friendship to someone akin to a persistent little fly that buzzes in the shell of your ear.

This time, the person who welcomed himself through the entrance of your home was none other than the flamboyant Scaramouche. Academic by nature, with ladies and gentlemen swooning over him at every stride of his feet. Sure, a little too confident over the scale but still charming nonetheless. Your brother was on the popular side of the school tier, perhaps it was a matchmade in heaven.

"I'm home." He would say, after the lock clicks free. You were hunched over a laptop on the couch, with a screen that displayed two tabs as you accomplished your essay due in about... seven hours? A hum of acknowledgement slips past your lips, eyes still trained on the bright screen in front of you, too busy to even notice the fact that he brought a new friend today but it was a sight of familiar indigo streaks of hair.

For the next few times, Scaramouche would become a frequent visitor at your apartment and you had grown accustomed to the routine. You would be studying by the time the both of them get to the apartment, you'd acknowledge them, and Scaramouche would leave an hour and thirty minutes later. But today was a different case.

Your brother, being the trustful guy that he is, apparently gave Scara his key to the apartment telling him to go ahead and use it as he did some short errands.

Now here you were sitting in silence with the ever-charming boy from uni, with his eyes shooting glances he thought was subtle enough for you not to notice.

"You've been staring." You begin, your focus shifting from your laptop to his direction, although not directly into his eyes.

He hums, "I'd say the same about you."

Well, shit. Cover blown, does a life in the countryside tickle your fancy in any way?

Heat brushes your features but you are quick to school them.

"I'm curious as to how my brother thought this whole thing through."

Scara tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing in question. "Thought what through?"

"You. Giving you the actual key to our apartment. He's never done that so there's something different about you." Your eyes squint at him suspiciously, hands reaching for the top of your laptop and it shuts it closed. "Why are you here?"

"You're pretty cocky if you think I'm here for you." Scara blurts out in response. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"I never said that though?"

His face flushes a shade of pink and he takes a big interest in the crown moldings of your ceiling.

"You're weird." You mutter.

"Right back at you."

You scoff at his reply, albeit a small tug on your lips curls them upward. Just then the knob of the front door turns clockwise. You send Scara a 'you didn't lock the door?' type of look and he merely shrugs as your brother comes inside.

"I'm home— oh, you really did use the key." Your brother says, settling his belongings down on the marble counter. You swear you caught a small smirk playing on his lips but he was far too quick at concealing it.

From now onwards, Scaramouche would become a reoccuring character in your life. How long will it take for you to fall into the wraps of his charms?

[koiir]

IM SUPER SHY, SUPER SHY!

In which you/he starts to realize his feelings

𓈒࣪ 𐐪𐑂 ─ Characters: xiao, Scaramouche, ayato, kazuha x gn!reader

𓈒࣪ 𐐪𐑂 ─ Genre/content : fluff | Drabbles based on “super shy”

A/n: I’m super shy super shyy | not proofread

But wait a minute while I make you mine, make you mine

Xiao doesn’t know how long he will keep this up, how long will he admire you from the sidelines as you chat away with others? What if someone takes their chance and whisk you away? Xiao feels like a fool for not doing anything about these feelings, he can only sigh as he looks out the window.

Xiao really wishes he can die in this moment, cause after hearing venti’s words he thinks he just might pass out.

“I asked out [name] for you! You two will have a cute little date xiao aren’t you happy?!” Xiao gives an annoyed expression as he scoffs, he doesn’t…you agreed? Why would you agree? Xiao doesn’t know what to make of this, but maybe he’s a little happy at venti and what he did—cause now xiao has a chance, a chance to make you fall for him.

It’s the day of supposed “date” that you and xiao have, you seem to be calm unlike xiao who is trembling as he walks up to the table you sit at in the cafe. He has the smell of cafe and sweets in his nose and he sits down seeing you so up close like never before.

“Hi xiao!” You say with a warm tone, he replies back. “Hey” it’s short but he makes sure he isn’t blunt like he always is, hoping not to make you nervous or unpleased. To his surprise, you and xiao get along quite well, being able to make the conversation flow. He feels his heart thump as he makes you laugh, this is a good start…

It’s a while after you xiao and leave the cafe, for you two to stroll through the park nearby. He feels like this is a dream, being so close to you and almost being able to hold your hand. Maybe in the future, he tells himself.

Maybe xiao is glad venti has done this, maybe now he can spend the rest of his weekends like this because as you two sit down you ask him a question.

“Do you want to hang out another time xiao? I really enjoyed today.”

It’s like you have something over xiao, cause he can’t stop stuttering even after he tried to calm down. “O-Oh, yeah yeah that’s fine…when?” He hopes you don’t notice his voice shake, but you only laugh as you hand him your phone.

The move was the last straw for xiao as he can’t handle his heart thumping, he swears you can probably hear it…. As he takes your phone, his face is blushed realizing the karma he gets for keeping in these feelings for this long. It’s like he’s only falling deeper and deeper into you.

Trembling even now, you’re on my mind all the time

Scaramouche taps his foot as he grumbles and mumbles, recalling the words from that idiot he hates so much. “Bro it’s so obvious you’re jealous stop staring at them like that…”

Why would he be jealous? How they hell does Childe know about his feelings?

Scaramouche thinks back when he saw you talking with that guy that was clearly flirting with you….how could you not see it? You kept talking to that dude, why?! He felt so…frustrated knowing you were just ordering something clearly not having noticed Scaramouche with Childe in the same cafe as you.

He watches your figure as you walk back to your table as you study, he sees you go on your phone and wonders. Are you alone? Is someone else coming? Do you have a study date…with someone?

“Ayy scara, stop staring.”

Ugh, he’s back. Childe walks back looking over at where you are seated at, noticing Scaramouche has his gaze locked onto you. He can only look away with a faint blush on his face as he realizes he can truly never take his eyes off you.

“Shut up Childe before I get up and leave.”

He snickers at the indigo’s response, knowing he worked up Scaramouche gets when it comes to you. Childe can’t help it though, does Scaramouche not really understand his own feelings? Well, it doesn’t surprise him much since it is him.

“Look, it’s clear that you like [name] it’s not like you don’t watch their ever move or do anything in your power to get closer to them.” Childes words for once seem to affect Scaramouche as he ponders the question.

“After so many months….I still can’t get you off my mind.”

He thinks back onto when you two started talking, and wonders what more could come if he does something. What more could become of you two is he takes control over the situation?

“And what is it to you if I like [name]? Huh?”

Childe can only grin as he hears the words come out of Scaramouche, finally being able to come to terms with feelings for once. For you.

And I wanna go out with you / Where you wanna go?

Knock. You hear the knocking and you immediately open the door to see Ayato standing there with a bouquet in hand as he gives you that charming smile of his. You sigh as you look away feeling flustered seeing him like this, but it’s not the first time ayato has done this. You don’t know how long it’s been since ayato has started to pursue you, not like you’re complaining though.

Ayato has always been a gentleman, that’s what others tell you when they see you two interact.

“He’s clearly head over heels for you, do you see all the little things he has done for you?”

Maybe you have, but at the time you thought it was Ayato just being caring. Guess not. Cause he definitely…wouldn’t act like this with anyone else, the way he holds your hand is intimate that it makes you feel safe almost as if he is protecting you.

You two take a walk around the city, the citizens definitely not expecting ayato to be in the public eye like this. Holding your hand as you two make it clear that you are his and he is yours.

It’s the way his voice is smooth like honey whenever he does an act of service for you, it’s the way ayato seems to do anything for you. It certainly doesn’t help how easily flustered you are getting by his actions, it almost makes you forget the day is coming to an end.

The stars are in view as you look up, feeling the presence of ayato next to you as the wind moves through his hair—you can’t help but be memorized by ayato with the way his skin is almost glowing under the moonlight. You shiver slightly since the night is becoming colder as the seconds pass.

Ayato sees this as he already has his eyes on you, he makes another move out of the many he has today and takes of the jacket he usually always wears and drapes it over your shivering body.

“There…that should help.” You feel him so close as he says those words to you in your ear, pulling you closer to him so you can feel his warmth.

Your eyes widened at his action and you feel yourself gasp slightly, it’s almost like you’re stuck in a daze as ayato holds you. You don’t know what to do or say, you only snuggle closer and hold his jacket close to your body feeling the warmth from his jacket.

Ayato smiles, he can’t help but feel happiness in his heart at it seems to only grow more and more stronger for you. It’s almost like you understand what he is feeling, cause in that moment you feel your heart thump making it clear that he’s the reason. The reason for your fluttering heart and growing feelings for him.

Can you see my eyes suddenly shine / When you say I’m your dream

Kazuha feels glad to have you here next to him, he watches you skim through the documents as you stare with so much focus. He knows how you work, you tend to work alone and be independent without the help or presence of others until it is needed—so Kazuha feels special knowing you came to him.

He doesn’t mind the solitude of this moment, he doesn’t care if no words are spoken between you two—because all Kazuha craves is to be like this with you forever.

He smiles, seeing your brows furrow as you mouth something while trying solve the problem and come up with the solution for this.

“Thinking?” He asks you, you nod while looking away from the files and back to him. You see the soft smile on his face, you can’t help but feel a sense of relief knowing he’s here with you.

“You know, you can leave Kazu and do other things.

Isn’t it boring watching me for this long?”

Kazuha knows that no matter what he will never get bored, not if it’s with you. He thinks hard for the best words to tell you, wanting to tell you only the truth and make you realize how deep he feels for you.

“You say that but know I’ve always stayed by your side even if you’re working and no words are exchanged.

I like this, you give me the comfort I need whenever I think of home [name]. It’s almost like…you’re my home.”

Kazuha doesn’t usually see you get surprised so easily, but the way your eyes widened tells a different story.

You look away, feeling his words impact you with your feelings overtaking you. You feel your heart thump, you feel yourself become flustered at his words. You were scared this was only chaining him down, but it’s not Kazuha has ever done anything to make this theory true.

You know he is saying the truth, Kazuha has only ever been truthful with the words he says. And with the way he took time to think about his words, you know he views it as a fact.

Kazuha knows he’ll follow you wherever, he will always look for a new adventure with you. He can’t imagine going alone anymore without you by his side.

“What do you say [name]? Tell me, I’m all ears.” Kazuha and his smile make you look back at him, he now has his hand placed over yours as he awaits your answer.

“I’ll go wherever you want Kazuha, I’ll be your home.”

[bwompbomp]

Marry me?

intro - in a moment of your pyrexia, you mutter a string of words that makes his non-existent heart thud happily in his chest, or basically, you caught a fever, and you say some words accidentally in your feverish stupor. (or was it really accidental?)

character - wanderer x reader

genre - disgustingly sweet fluff

warnings - gn! reader, (1.5k wc) wanderer will be referred to as 'Sacchi', a nickname inspired by nahida's name (or nickname?) for wanderer, "Kasacchi", but he's also referred with an endearment 'darling', mild cursing??

home

releasing a groan, you scrunched your nose while facing the ceiling. the ache from your throat is becoming more evident as time passed by, its become to the point you can no longer avoid it. you tried to sigh, but a cough escaped out of your mouth instead, making you frown. you hate this. did you have to get sick at your hell week aka exam week??

but of course you just had to. albeit you tried to ignore it yesterday morning by continuing your study session, it seemed like your cold responded with a firm 'no' as it forced you to sleep the remaining day with a fever. your head was spinning, but all that was on your mind was how unprepared you were for the exams that were coming real soon. it was already dawn, and you forced yourself to get up with what little of a strength that was remaining in your system.

"....ugh.."

always comes with a challenge though. fighting back the urge to vomit, you support yourself using the walls of your room to at least get something to eat. carefully treading to the door, your nose catches a waft of something that made your stomach instantly churn. you blink.

wait, is he home? but.. i thought he was still busy with his reports?

twisting the doorknob open, your tired eyes fixate on the kitchen where you find your roommate (and your boyfriend, you think...) wearing a cute pink apron with a text saying 'kiss the cook!'. you blink at how adorable he looks and how the frilly apron suited him. he turns to the direction of the sound of the door opening, but you couldn't quite make out what was the expression that was sitting on his cute face. once he found you in your dishevelled state, you hear him click his tongue before walking towards your direction with a spatula on one hand. what a perfect malewife.

"hm. finally up? quite the sleepyhead you are in afternoons huh." he remarks, his indigo eyes glossing you over. you replied with a hum and immediately pulled him close to you in a hug. resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed, smiling woozily. his lack of temperature contrasting yours made it a lot comfier to snuggle him. on a normal occasion, he would've called you clingy while snuggling you close too, missing the way your warmth makes up for what he lacks, but he flinches instead. "wait, you're awfully hot today.."

"why thank you, darling ♡." you smiled sweetly at the sight of him rolling his eyes at your joke. putting a hand on your forehead, his face morphs into distaste at the temperature your body is in. he was gone for one day and a night and you had the nerve to get sick? he squished your cheeks using his hands, forcing you to face him and look at his displeased eyes, and for your arms to let go of his body. you whine, the comfort of hugging him and being hugged by him now disappearing.

"shush, your temperature is high and i don't like it." he squints his eyes on you, scrutinising the expression on your face and the state your body is in. leading you to sit on the couch, he asks your patience as he's cooking both of your dinners up, and a lot more other things you couldn't focus enough to hear since your head was spinning. you only hummed in response and grabbed a nearby pillow to rest your head on.

your nose still catching the whiff of a pleasant smell, your tired eyes slowly closed itself as you hear pots and pans clunking at the kitchen. you smiled to yourself, he was so cute. if you had the strength, you were definitely showering him with love with just how lovable he is despite his denials, compliments with how endearing his actions are for you, and kisses with how grateful you are for him. archons, he's just so...

slump.. thud!

"y/n...?" hearing a soft thump in the living area, wanderer heads to the couch with concern latching in his expression. "goodness, y/n?! you..." he trailed off, watching your body shivering from the cold and your expression wincing from the pain.. of falling to the floor. he frowns immediately, lifting your body to a more comfortable position on the couch, putting pillows on your nape and under your head to cushion you. he takes a second to massage your forehead and his frown eases up once he hears your satisfied sighs.

he smiles, his expression slowly changing to fondness as he grabs his blanket and drapes it on your sick form, hoping that your cold isn't that serious.

"hold on.." he rushes to the kitchen, quickly chopping the vegetables needed for the soup he was making. seeing you in that state triggers something in him, something he doesn't want to recall. he shakes his thoughts away, focusing on making the soup. he swiftly gets his job done, occasionally glancing over to your direction and checking if you're stupid enough to fall to the floor twice.

well, you are stupid. for becoming sick. and making him worried.

no, he's not worried, that's what he tells himself, but the way he quickly stirs the pot full of the soup and the way he glances at your form sleeping on the couch to check your condition proves him wrong. he knows it's stupid. humans are fragile, way too fragile for their own good, yet annoyingly stubborn in ways he can't even begin to understand.

unfortunately, his human is also one of the many who behaves like so, which never fails to crease his eyebrows and shake his head in disappointment. such is the way of idiocy, he muses.

'and yet you gave them your heart', he can hear that annoying archon comment with interest and faux mockery, to which he'd only reply with a scoff, 'have you forgotten my origins? i don't have that annoying, beating thing that humans have in their chest.'

but if he did, he thinks about giving you of what remains of it.

putting the fire off and serving a portion in a bowl, he serves the soup on the table, his eyes squinting in annoyance at how pinkish your nose is, and how your expression screams the pains of a sick person.

he knows it's stupid. it's just a stupid fever. caught by a stupid human who's stupid enough to not take care of themself, and the end result is now a stupid human who's sick.

but his earliest memories of the past involving humans who also fell into sickness aren't pleasant, not to mention how this stupid (and adorable) human is too close to his heart for him not to take care of. he sighs in mild annoyance, brushing the hair off of your forehead. "hey." he whispers, his tone softening slightly without him realising. "the food's ready."

you only groan weakly, the lights in the ceiling flaring at your vision once you peer your eyes open, not helping your condition. archons, your head hurts and you feel too hot. "hot..." you whisper with a rasped voice, leaning onto his shoulder as he slowly helps you up to a seated position. he murmurs an "i know.", reminding himself to get a bowl of water and a piece of cloth to wipe you with later.

after an ample amount of effort, you've managed to finish half-way through the bowl of soup. helping you drink your medicine with a glass of water, you sigh in content, releasing a small burp. he smirks at that, letting you rest your head on the crook of his neck. this stupid human.. letting down their guard on a former harbringer no less.. and if he decided he had had enough with your stupidity and took advantage of you right now??

"..sacchi.." your small voice takes him out of his thoughts and he instantly focuses on what you're attempting to say, leaning his head low to get closer. "..you.."

"..i love you.." you whisper, a small smile gracing your mouth. even if your voice is weak and small, you know he's listening. you just know he is. your heart beats in content, your fingers slightly tightening on his shirt.

"..wanna marry you... you're such.. a malewife.."

then you fall to your slumber completely, your whispers instead replaced with the rhythmic sound of your breaths. but for some reason, that's not what the wanderer hears. for some reason, he hears an annoying *thump, thump, thump* ringing on his ears, with his face turning hot.. too hot for his liking..

he scoffs quietly, eyebrows scrunched in what seems to be a displeased expression, but the way his mouth tugs up to form a small smile betrays him so. archons forbid someone giving him a mirror, for he himself doesn't even realise the stupid grin slowly forming on his mouth and the way his eyes softened at your words.

'i love you too, stupid human.'

he made damn sure you didn't hear that though. (you did.)

a/n - wrote this as an idea in my drafts & then i actually get sick w a fever. its like i manifested it, lmao

likes and reblogs are appreciated! always remember to eat and drink your shit, and i hope u had a good readd <33

[cochineal-leviat]

"After Kieran was defeated by the person he looked up the most in front of everyone, he fell into a darker spiral - willing to do everything to become powerful. But the events in the Underdepths of Area Zero shook him awake. Running on his last fumes, he and Carmine take a break from their studies. But, before the trip back to Kitakami, he waits a little longer on Unova's mainland to spend more time with Flore before feeling useless in his hometown. Flore invites him over to their dorm room to chat.

Naturally, Kieran wonders why the prodigal champion invited him over."

Eh, the comic is a bit rough; I did it quickly as a burst of inspiration hit. Maybe I will clean it up sometime later. Idk.

Heyo! I enjoyed the Indigo Disk immensely, and while the game still has issues - I still loved it. A Kieran has rapidly become my favourite character. He was already in the Teal Mask, but the second part skyrocketed him to first place. (Red Onion boy having a mental breakdown was both horrifying and hilarious to witness)

A bit of backstory: initially, I was going to write the MC as Florian since I chose his model while playing the game. But I realised in the middle of writing that I accidentally kept switching between they, she and he pronouns. I suppose I was also imagining Juliana in the MC's places, so I combined them. (Flore out catching genders like Pokemon) Unfortunately, I could not work Juliana's name into the MC's first name, so Juliana (or a variation) is their second name. Essentially, you can still picture Julliana and or Florian in Flore's place; it's your choice!

I tried writing Flore by incorporating headcanons and traits I have seen floating around the fandom for Scarvio's player characters. And my own experiences, of course. So, I hope I do them justice. Please enjoy!

Ps: if anyone wants to see more info or art about Flore, I would be happy to share more :p

[merakiui]

thinking about yandere!scaramouche & somnophilia.

(cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, somnophilia, non-con)

it starts small at first. feeling your heart through the soft cloth of your clothes. tracing your pulse through your wrist or your neck. sometimes you’ll stir under his careful touch, and he’ll draw back briefly, wondering if you’d be unnerved to see him looming over you in the dark, indigo irises glinting. but then you’ll resign yourself to deep slumber once again and he’s free to continue counting your heartbeats. he does this every night (or he tries to do it every night). the nights in which you travel are often restless. you’ll stay up late tending to the fire, assembling resources you gathered throughout the day, drying your clothes if you happened to get caught in a rainstorm and couldn’t get to shelter quick enough. scaramouche’s favorite nights are the ones spent in the serenitea pot because there are no outside interruptions. it’s just you and him inside this comfortable slice of space. 

at some point, feeling your heartbeat and knowing of when your dreams are good and bad isn’t enough. he’s heard many stories while traveling alongside you, passing through bustling cities, quaint villages, lively ports, where he happens to eavesdrop on bits and pieces of scattered conversations. he overhears stories of marriage, stories of the miracle that is childbirth, and the grousings of weary sailors, fishermen, and merchants. perhaps these glimpses of human life are what make him think of the future and what such a thing looks like with you by his side. 

scaramouche browses the many books a merchant has to offer and opens one to a random page. it details a mystical kiss that woke someone from eternal slumber. it’s a childish notion—the mere idea that a kiss could hold such power is unbelievably foolish. still, scaramouche finds himself purchasing the book with you in mind. he admires the pretty cover while you haggle prices with a fruit vendor. he’d like to try kissing.

and when he’s certain you’ve fallen asleep and he checks your even heartbeat, he leans in to press his lips against yours. the first few times are merely experimental. you don’t wake like the character in the novel. in fact, you hardly stir. scaramouche feels incredibly let down. the book lied and raised his hopes for nothing. so he kisses your cheek and then your forehead, but neither have the same effect. nothing feels as intimate as lip-on-lip connection. so he kisses you again, awkwardly, sloppily, and when you stir he retreats so fast he kicks himself for acting so silly. 

the next night he kisses you it’s with more confidence. your lips are always so soft and warm. you look so peaceful when he studies your sleeping expression. sometimes your lips are parted; sometimes you drool. sometimes you lay sprawled. sometimes you’re hugging a pillow. despite the many positions you assume, despite whatever you look like while sleeping, he still manages to kiss you. 

and at some point he finds himself growing bolder, falling into a risky habit. he wants to see how far he can go before you wake. so his lips trail down to your neck next, and he presses the softest, sweetest kisses along your pulse, feeling it thrum under his mouth. sometimes his teeth graze your flesh and he considers biting hard enough to leave a lasting mark, but he knows that would certainly wake you. so he rewards your sleeping form with plenty of gentle kisses. he’d never do such a thing if you were awake. you’d certainly think he’s grown soft around you, which is most certainly not true (a grand lie he tells himself, mind you). 

scaramouche wants to kiss your heart next. his fingers work deftly to slide your shirt up, cold hands holding your hips down, and he places his ear against that special space where your heart is enclosed, and he listens to your steady heartbeat. he’ll kiss that place a dozen times, cherishing every beat under a single kiss. and sometimes, without realizing it, his hand will entwine with yours and he’ll spend an hour above you, kissing nearly every inch of you: your heart, your throat, your shoulder, the space between your ribs. 

scaramouche learns rather quickly that your body reacts pleasantly to his lingering touches. and when he learns that your heart rate picks up when his hands wander and his kisses become more intimate and he slides his tongue along the softest spots on your body, he realizes your heart does more than simply pump blood and give life. it provides answers to unspoken questions.

the next time he kisses you it’s on your most private area, and he bullies this area the most with kisses and licks, his hands holding your thighs apart, while he listens to you whimper and whine softly in your sleep. he’s certain your dreams will always be pleasant if he’s constantly touching you every night. scaramouche loves every inch of you, down to the very heart that beats for him. only him. after all, there’s no one else who could possibly elicit such sweet sounds from your pretty, kissable lips. not that there would ever be anyone who could do such things to you. scaramouche won’t allow it. 

the next time he kisses you, your eyes flutter open. scaramouche has finally mastered the kiss that will wake his sleeping sweetheart. 

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 59]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

When Mingi snuck you in, the managers looked at you with uncertainty. You're guessing they already knew what happened, or at least, the relationship you have with Mingi. There's no other explanation to seeing you two walk in together.

"Good to see you again." They gave you brief hugs with tight smiles. You sensed the nervousness in their voices.

"Thank you. I hope you've been well." You spoke calmly, reciprocating their hugs.

"Let's go." Mingi guided you in further into the floor where all the members' rooms were. If the talk with Ateez doesn't work out, you'll take Haneul and go home. That's it.

"It'll be okay." Mingi kissed the top of your head before you knocked and entered Seonghwa's room.

"Jongho took Haneul out for brunch. We thought it was best she wasn't here while we talked." Seonghwa explained as he led you both further in.

"That's fine. Thanks." You nodded. The rest of the boys were all spaced out amongst the couch, study corner, the bed and the vanity. It felt like you were being interviewed by a panel with the way all their eyes were on you. You didn't even notice that you stopped breathing until Mingi's hand came to rest on your back.

"Breathe." He whispered the reminder, making you inhale and fill your lungs with oxygen again.

"Here." He guided you to sit on the empty space of the couch with him settling right beside you. Seonghwa handed you a bottle of water. You removed your mask and tucked it into your pocket.

"I guess before we say anything. I want to sincerely apologise to all of you. What I did is unforgiveable, the hurt I've caused everyone." You stood up and bowed deeply.

"Indigo... There's nothing to apologise for." San cleared his throat. You gave a small smile in reply.

"So, I'm not sure what Seonghwa and Jongho have told you... Why don't you guys ask me questions?" You suggested.

"Were you ever hurt by this person that threatened you?" Hongjoong asked. He had actually asked Seonghwa this before but he knew he needed to hear it from you to actually be sure.

"No. But I was followed and stalked. Haneul and you all, as well. That was my breaking point, I guess. In my new house, I was sent pictures of us and Haneul together. They used my real name too, which scared me a lot." You confessed.

"We understand. I think in your position, we would have been scared too. You did go to the police right?"

"Yes because the person vandalised my old apartment the night I moved out. My old landlord opened the case and I followed up with evidence." You explained.

"Could the police not do anything?"

"I'm sure you know about the internal investigation. It was just the wrong time to have an internal investigation since it can get out to the media and you were preparing for a comeback." You said.

"Indigo... You know you shouldn't put the comeback before your own safety." Wooyoung frowned.

"But I couldn't do that to all of you." You shook your head with a sigh. Mingi placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing it reassuringly. All the boys sent you sad, pitiful looks.

"So you're signed to Big Hit now?" Yeosang asked.

"Yes. But I want to clarify that I did not use all of you as my stepping stone. The offer from Pdogg came in after I started at KQ. Eden and CEO Kim were made aware of the offer early on, I was honest with them in my consideration of the offer." You explained.

"If the offer came in before everything happened, why didn't you tell us then?" Wooyoung followed up.

"I honestly pushed it to the back of my mind. I was going to finish the contract with KQ no matter what my decision was. It wasn't a covert secret." You replied.

"So you forgot to tell us?"

"Not that either... At that time, I saw no use in announcing it. I didn't want to promise to stay or cause a distraction with my impending departure. Really, that's the truth." You said.

"Pdogg asked me if I wanted to spend 2 years in America, working at the HYBE America office with Western producers. I said yes."

"You and Mingi presumably talked a lot last night. So what's going happen?" Hongjoong asked.

"Indigo will be here to finish the 2 year stint with Big Hit. While she remained here, I would like to propose to CEO Kim to launch the internal investigation into finding the culprit behind the threats. Knowing that they threatened our own safety too is dangerous for all of us." Mingi explained.

"Then you're coming back to Korea after the 2 years are finished?" Seonghwa clarified.

"That's the plan. But to avoid there being a future conflict of interest, we decided it was best for me to not return to KQ to work. I'll stay with Big Hit." You informed.

"You and Mingi are together again?" Yeosang raised his eyebrows. You and Mingi looked at each other before nodding.

"After everything she put you through, you forgive her just like that?" Yunho's voice was heard for the first time.

"Yun..." Mingi was shocked by his best friend's cold words. Yunho clicked his tongue and frowned in disapproval. He walked out of the room without sparing you another glance.

"I'll go talk to him." Mingi assured and walked out, chasing after the other male.

"I don't blame him... I don't deserve Mingi's forgiveness, or any of yours for what I did." You smiled bitterly.

"Indigo, that's not true. You're too hard on yourself. You went through a lot on your own. You did what you did because you thought it was the best way to keep everyone safe. Yunho is just... protective of Mingi." San said, trying to find the right words.

"Come here." Wooyoung leapt forward and hugged you tightly, nuzzling his cheek against yours. Then he tucked your head under his chin to coddle you.

"Poor Indigo... It must have been hard going through all that on your own. But you're not alone anymore." He whispered.

"I don't deserve any of you." You teared up, looking at everyone in the room as they looked back at you.

"You do. We're family and we stick together, we protect each other. Whatever it is, we go through it together." Hongjoong smiled fondly. You nodded your head.

"But that means no more hiding things for us. You hide things again, I'll smack you as punishment." Wooyoung scolded.

"I won't, I promise." You said.

"Okay, no more tears. I'm sure you and Mingi had your fair share of tears yesterday, judging by your puffy faces." Seonghwa chuckled, grabbing a tissue to gently wipe away the tears from your cheeks. You gave everyone there a hug. But you knew, you needed to make things right with Yunho.

"I'll go find them." You informed the group and walked out of the room. Just then, Mingi emerged from one of the rooms, a conflicted look on his face.

"Oh, baby." He looked up to see you.

"Is he in there? I'll talk to him." You asked, nodding over the room, which you assumed was Yunho's.

"Mhmm. But maybe it's not the best if-" He chewed on his bottom lip, rubbing the back of his neck with apprehension. You gently pulled his chin so he wouldn't gnaw on his lip.

"I'll be fine." You assured. Mingi sighed but nodded, giving you a peck on the forehead and an encouraging squeeze of your shoulder.

"Yunho? It's me. Can I come in?" You knocked on the door. There was no reply but you slowly entered.

Yunho was standing in the balcony, leaning against the banister as he looked out the city view. His back was to you but you could feel the anger radiating off it. You gulped and took a deep breath before you slowly approached him.

"If you're here to tell me you had no choice and were the victim, I know. I know that. I don't need to be convinced any further." He said, still facing away from you.

"I'm not here to convince you, Yunho. Because I understand. If I were you, I would act and feel the same way." You sighed.

"No, don't say that." Yunho turned to you. His eyes were glassy as tears spilled down his cheeks.

"You can't say that you understand because you don't. You weren't here, you... you didn't see. You didn't see what I went through." Yunho sniffled.

"I know, you went through a lot on your own. I know, it's not your fault. But I can't see him go through that again, I can't let him get hurt like that again." He shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Yunho. It must have been a lot..." You apologised, eyes casting downwards.

"He was a shell of a person. I thought I lost him for good. All the nightmares, the anxiety attacks, I was there. I was the one that saw him through that. It ripped him apart and I felt like a failure for letting him get like that. I couldn't comfort him, I didn't know how to comfort him." He choked on a sob.

"It killed me at how I couldn't protect him from you." He looked into your eyes through the tears.

You ignored the dull ache in your chest at his words. But you knew that they were nothing but the truth. You couldn't imagine what Yunho went through to support Mingi.

"He was just starting to get better. I thought we were getting somewhere, that I got him back." He cried.

"I shouldn't have come back." You whispered.

"Yeah, maybe you shouldn't have." He agreed, wrapping his arms around himself. You expected this, not everyone would have welcomed you with open arms.

"I can't let you hurt him again. I don't think I can witness him go through that all over again if you decide to leave once more. You can't just decide one day to up and leave him, and leave me to pick up his broken pieces." He said.

"I shouldn't have done that, it was unfair to you." You said. Watching someone that was like your brother, tear himself apart must have been scarring.

"And our group was falling apart. When Seonghwa hyung and Jongho revealed that they knew the truth, we became divided."

"Oh, Yunho..." You let out a small gasp.

"Hongjoong hyung barely came home because he felt betrayed by Seonghwa hyung, Wooyoung wasn't happy and would instigate fights with San. We were a mess." Yunho said.

"I didn't know..." You knew that wasn't a good excuse or reason. You wished Jongho and Seonghwa had told you this was happening.

"We couldn't hold the group together. That's why the CEO put us on vacation for two months. I didn't even go home to see my family because I couldn't leave Mingi alone. He wasn't going to meet his mother in that state so I had to stay with him in the dorm and help him." He told you.

"I was so scared. I didn't know what to do. But I had to be strong for everyone, for Mingi. I tried to take on his burden and pain, I comforted him but who comforted me?" He wiped his tears.

"I'm sorry." You moved forward to wrap your arms around him. Surprisingly, Yunho didn't fight your hug. He threw his head back as he sobbed.

"I'm not the bad guy."

"You're not. You're far from, Yunho." You denied, hugging him tighter. Slowly, he lifted his hands to grasp the material of your hoodie.

He held you for support as he cried his heart out. All the months of having to be strong for Mingi and the rest of Ateez, he could finally let go. You offered him the comfort that he sought.

"Why can't I be happy for him?" He asked. You didn't have an answer and you knew Yunho wasn't looking for one either. You hated that you were the reason he was feeling this anguish, the reason he felt like a bad friend to Mingi.

"I can't always be there for him..."

"You don't have to be. It's okay to not always be strong, Yunho." You told him. You knew Yunho carried the weight of the responsibility of taking care of Mingi.

"Please don't hurt him again. He won't be able to take it." Yunho said, his head falling onto your shoulder.

"I won't. I won't make you two go through this again." You promised.

After you left Yunho to have some space, you went to find Hongjoong. You texted Mingi that you were going to Hongjoong's room to rest for a bit, to which he whined about for a bit but ultimately was okay with it.

"Tired?" Hongjoong asked, resting on his side as he stroked your back. You hummed, turning your head to the side so you weren't lying faced down.

"Emotionally drained." You breathed out. You told Mingi and Hongjoong that you will not tell them what happened with Yunho. It was something private that you wouldn't tell anyone.

"I can imagine." He comforted, moving the stroke your head.

"I'm not your cat." You huffed, rolling over so you laid on him. He blinked, taken aback by your actions but stayed still.

"When are you guys leaving?" You asked as you stared at the ceiling with Hongjoong under you.

"In 3 days. It's free days." He replied, totally unbothered by you practically squishing him. You hummed, so you only had 2 days left with the boys. Your chest suddenly felt tight.

"I'll make the most of the 2 days I have then." You said. Hongjoong was remained quiet at your statement. Of course he didn't want to leave you behind. If he could, he would pay for you and Haneul to pack up and return home with them. But your safety was already compromised once, he wasn't going to let it happen again.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Come in." You said, ending with a yawn. Seonghwa walked in, stopping when he noticed your position, draped over Hongjoong.

"Who is it?" Hongjoong grunted.

"Hey, Hwa." You waved lazily, replying to Hongjoong's question at the same time. You groaned, wriggling as if to squish Hongjoong further into the bed.

"Oww, Indi!" He smacked your side. You snickered and did it again. But you didn't expect Hongjoong to flip you over, now it was his turn to squish you under his weight.

"Hwa, help me!" You whined. Seonghwa leaned against the wall with a smile, he missed seeing this.

"Stop laughing and help me before I suffocate!" You yelled in exaggeration. Hongjoong rolled his eyes but got off you. You sat up, smoothing you hair as you slapped his arm. The door opened and Haneul ran in with a much bigger figure.

"Canon ball!" Haneul and Wooyoung shouted between their laughs. You and Hongjoong yelped, wincing in pain from the impact of their bodies crashing on yours.

"Hey, baby. Did you have fun with Jongho?" You asked as Hongjoong moved her onto his lap, his arms hugging her.

"Mhmm! I got presents too! They're in bear oppa's room." She giggled.

"Presents? How nice..." You gave her a tight smile before you shot the maknae a look with wide eyes. He looked away, focusing on his phone and refusing to meet your eyes.

"Guys, we spoke about presents." You mumbled.

"Come on, Indigo. She looked so cute, I couldn't say no. I want to spoil her a little." Jongho sighed. You scoffed at that excuse.

"Can we go swimming now?" Haneul asked.

"I'm sorry I didn't bring your swimsuit, baby. Maybe another day." You apologised. You didn't know what the outcome of this talk with Ateez would have been so packing Haneul's swimsuit for the hotel pool was a thought that didn't even cross your mind. Suddenly, Jongho cleared his throat and held up a bag.

"Luckily! We saw one that was absolutely adorable on Haneul so we can go swimming." He pointed out. You shot him a flat look while Haneul squealed and cheered.

"Please, unnie?!" She begged.

"Sure, baby." You nodded. You went to the bathroom to help her change, laughing when you saw the polar bears printed on it.

"Baby, did you thank Jongho for buying you all the presents?" You asked her as you zipped up the swimsuit. She nodded her head with a big smile.

"That's my girl." You ruffled her hair. You wouldn't admit it but Jongho was right, Haneul was adorable.

"There's my little bear." Jongho smiled when he saw Haneul come out in her new swimsuit. You glared at him, pointing at him as a signal that you were keeping an eye on him and his gift buying. Haneul didn't need 20 pairs of sneakers.

"Let's change and go. We'll be with her in the shallow end the entire time." San promised. You nodded your head, you trusted the boys to properly take care of her.

"I'll go let Mingi know where we will be. Meet you guys at the pool." You waved and went to Mingi's room.

"Mings? Are you sleeping? Where are-" You nearly screamed as you were suddenly pinned against the wall the moment you walked in. Mingi chuckled, pushing the door close with his foot.

"I missed you." He leaned down, nuzzling against your neck.

"If you weren't holding my hands, I would smack you for scaring me like that." You scoffed.

"I know, that's why I'm not letting you go~" He said, pinning your hands by the side of your head. He planted kisses along your jawline.

"Mings, they're waiting for us by the pool." You told him.

"I only have 2 more days with you. Please let me be selfish and keep you with me. Anyway, you know the boys will take care of Haneul while I take care of you." He said, letting you go. But only briefly because his hands came to your waist and pulled you against him. He hugged you tightly.

"I wish I could take you home with me." He whispered.

"Me too. But we will make it work right?" You replied, arms winding around his neck as you tip toed.

"Yes, we will. That's a promise." He pulled away, looking into your eyes before pressing his lips against yours. When he broke the kiss, he just stared at you.

"Will you tell me what you spoke to Yunho about?"

"No. I told you that conversation remains between him and I. Even if you're my boyfriend and he's your best friend, I won't give anything away. If he wants to tell you, he can." You shrugged.

"I miss hearing you call me your boyfriend. Say it again." He grinned cheekily, making you roll your eyes.

"My boyfriend." You repeated.

Mingi kissed your forehead. He couldn't believe that you were in his arms again. Even if you were inevitably going to part ways again, you both knew it was only temporary. He was going to savour and cherish these 2 days with you.

~

Series Masterlist

[gemapples]

im so sorry it took me so long to answer these oml but YES i'd be happy to show how i draw and color :)

— SKETCHING

please note that i almost always sketch traditionally first lol it's just a lot easier for me to determine how the drawing is placed that way, but i always go over and re-sketch it digitally

for magolor i always start with a basic egg shape (lmao) and then i add his ears. then I draw the scarf; it's easy to determine the shape and dynamicism based on where the bottoms of the ears are located

then i usually add the cape and hood together. where and how these are placed and what these look like in general are very important because they're the main area that perspective is directed to (the ears and everything else is important too ofc!! but the hood and cape usually help demonstrate where he is looking and how he is moving the most). then i add everything else, usually his hands last!

— LINEART

ohhhhhh god my worst enemy. Hope youre sitting down because this will be embarrassing LMAO

lineart is easily what i struggle with most and is more often than not the most time consuming and grating step for me. If i had a choice i would drop it in a heartbeat, but my style is so dependent on thick lines and shapes that it's difficult to 😭 a hole i dug myself into unfortunately ITS FINE THOUGH. ANYWAYS I'm getting sidetracked

i use my finger to draw all my digital art, which means i usually have to use a Heavy stabilizer to avoid shakiness and staggered lines. Unfortunately ibis paint's stabilizer is actually dog water and doesn't even stabilize more than half the time (in which case i have to repeat lines over. And over. And over again until i get it right) but when it does like me and works properly it's very helpful!

i always use the soft school pen bleed brush as my main tool for lineart. This brush has been my best friend for everything, i even use it for sketching idk it just really like the way it looks lol. sometimes i change the aspect if i want the lines to look more ,, chalky?? or smoother depending on the work

i don't really use this tool much but for this specific piece, force fade was my partner in crime

also i think i need to mention that i use so many layers for this. So many layers lol like to the point it's embarrassing. and at the end i merge most of them (except for the gear patterns, rings on his ear, and eyes + hands, which usually need to be by themselves as they're colored separately) Thank you for layers

and i end up with this!

— COLORING && SHADING

yippee yahoo the fun part !!! the part that i love the most

at this point, if i havent already, i always create a folder for convenience in organization because this is the part that i stress the most about what details are on which layers lmao

then i add ANOTHER layer below that for the color, then i put every single color used on their own separate layer!

now, for shading, if im working on larger pieces with more complex shading, i'll usually plan it all out. normally when just drawing magolor, i don't really need to do this anymore because i'm so used to it lol, but for funsies i did it here anyways

then i use the bucket tool to fill them all in

i usually have a set color palette for all the characters i draw (though the way i shade white differs. A lot between my work as you can probably tell fhdfgf). For every color, i have two specific tones that are associated with the shading. for example, indigo + violet are shaded with my blue, pink + light orange (or lighter pink depending on my mood lol) are shaded with yellow, etc.

so, i shade the other areas with the 2nd shading color

a big tip i can give for coloring is to look at a color wheel when you draw. i know that sounds like. Such basic advice LMAO but that seriously was a huge help for me when developing my shading and something i learned while studying — if you notice, in all of the shading in my work, all of the colors used are analogous on the color wheel. note that not ALL combinations will work together like others obv !! but it's a huge step in knowing where to go with it

then i add other extra details like extra lighting, halftones (if i feel like it // if it fits the work), glow to his eyes, and color the lines and ta-da!

another tool i use a lot especially with my more recent art are blending modes, especially multiply. i use a clipping layer to add a dark color (usually a dark blue or purple) and set it to multiply, then erase the areas that emit light

and this is the end result! this is a very very basic demonstration of it fhdjg i was a pretty messy with the lighting and erasing in this example but you get the general idea right

and that's how i draw :) i hope this was helpful, and thanks for asking and being so patient with the response!

[epicspheal]

I want to give a huge thank you to @summerandfall for this amazing comic commission! I wanted to see my vision of Blue finally triumphing against Red in away that made sense for his character

So to clarify, Blue's actually won against Red before the first two battles in my verse...the one at the lab and the optional pre victory road battle (the ones he can actually win without having to be repeat)

The first battle at the lab all three trainers (Red, Blue, Leaf) get a win and a loss that day. Blue beats Red but loses to Leaf who loses to Red.

But as you know if Blue wins at the lab he gets this from his gramps...

So that doesn't help the already fracturing friendship and this helps to Kickstart the "I must always be better Than Red no matter what" drive that ends up being his undoing for the Indigo League 

The second win is just a nod to Yellow because if he wins both he gets a little cocky and his team is a bit weaker at the champion match because he underestimates Red since he's thinking "If I beat Red before I can do it again"

But after that he loses to Red...constantly for over a decade

Until the PWT opens in Driftveil

At that point Blue's at a bit of a personal crisis

He's not as fulfilled at being a gym leader because while yes he loves mentoring but having to hold back on challengers to test them (and even then most of them still losing because yeah he was champion for a day but that's longer than most people will ever be he's still very powerful)

And he tried the professor route when he studied in Kalos but that didn't work...he likes research but the comparisons to Oak were too much and by that time Oak and Blue had repaired their relationship but Blue realized he wanted to follow his own path and be a competitive trainer for as long as possible

And he still hasn't beaten Red since they had just started out...

But at the PWT he gets to be on the world stage...he gets to go all out with no regrets...he's having fun challenging people who can match his strength level. He loves battling in a stadium with an audience

Finally the final round is him vs Red

Of course everyone is expecting Red to be the victor...The odds are in his favor and in smaller league tourneys back in Kanto and Johto Red always came out on top whenever faced against Blue

But this time it's different. Blue's just enjoying the ride and enjoying the atmosphere of the PWT and he forgets he battling Red, so much so that he wins and he's stunned when he does and Red in a rare moment speaks in public to congratulate him

Because once Blue just had fun, forgot about the expectations being an Oak, a former champion, a chosen of a legendary (Zapdos), a gym leader, Red's rival 

When he was just Blue Oak...the dude who loves battling

He wins...and becomes that years world champion 

[the-one-0]

I want to introduce you all to my Arcana OC – Indigo. An elegant, thin and fragile elf. We love this, huh?

It took me about two months to design the character from scratch, create an accurate design for them and draw it all. And I'm happy with what I got in the end (but I still hate drawing hair).

Some facts about Indigo:

– For their race, they possessed some magical potential, but not too powerful, which is why they spent a lot of time and effort studying and practicing magic.

– Indigo is stronger in theory than in practice, but they are working on it.

– They have some complexes about appearance, namely, they are not satisfied with the structure of the eyelids (asian lol).

– Loves makeup, but they don't know how to apply it, which makes them even more upset about the structure of their own eyelids.

– They do not have the best eyesight (Indigo is quite short-sighted), but acute hearing never fails.

– The only weapon they have is a combat fan. They don't know how to handle other weapons besides this one.

– Ectomorph.

– They love fans of different designs and types, but they don't often part with their own, which is especially valuable to them. No one is allowed to touch this object.

– Their childhood years were spent in a small mountain village in the East. Indigo moved to Vesuvia with ambitions and desires to improve their live. They did not have the heart to stay in remote places for a long time. Moving was not easy for them, just like the process of obtaining high-level skills and status. And today, Indigo value their place and work very much.

– Not very long ago, they got to the position of court magician.

– Indigo dreams of having a pet, but they are not sure that they can provide it with a better life, so they postpone this moment over and over again.

– No matter how much they like Vesuvia, they are periodically overcome by longing for their native place, where they have not returned for many years and are not even completely sure if that village still exists.

– They are wary of strangers and try to keep communication with strangers to a minimum, but on their own initiative, Indigo never reject those who want to communicate with them. But they never start a dialogue first.

– They are prone to perfectionism and are often very critical of themselves and everything they say or do.

– Indigo cries when, while reading a book, they comes across a sad moment where someone feels bad/hurt. Often their impressionability makes them cry at the sight of dead birds and animals. This can spread to plants.

– Very harmless. They defend themselves only if the attitude towards them becomes frankly disgusting. Most often, they ignore small "red flags", even if they notice them, because Indigo always believe that everyone is wrong.

– Indigo is very passionate about history, art, philosophy and literature. They admire those who can draw, sing or write poetry, as they consider these to be the highest talents.

– They also admire those who are stronger than them in anything.

– Their anger manifests itself in the fact that they isolate themselves from everyone or specifically from the one who annoys them, so as not to say unpleasant things. It is difficult to determine that Indigo are annoyed by something. They won't show it.

– Indigo loves sweets so much. Any kind. Just give them more and they will be at your feet.

– They don't like tea. And coffee too.

– They get drunk quickly. Therefore, Indigo prefer not to get involved with alcohol.