#Haven't touched my sketchbook in so long

[hansoeii]

aziracrow sketchpage!

[outeremissary]

[Image ID Panel 1 Octavia, with a look of realization" "Ohh! I see!" Panel 2: Octavia points directly at Vio (who stands uncomfortably with a confused Tristian at his side). Balthazar is in the background watching the exchange with curiosity. Octavia: "You're into younger men!" Vio: Please don't say it like that. Panel 3 Vio buries his head in his hands, wings covering his face. Balthazar has drifted in to lean over Vio's shoulder with an amused smirk. Octavia: "Am I wrong?" Tristian (being spoken over): Actually, I'm - Vio: Please. /End ID]

At this point I don't even remember when I started this because it was so long ago but finally. My tribute to a truly beloved post @mountainashfae this does live in my head rent free

[Image ID: Octavia: "Oh, I see! You're into younger men!" Vio: "Please don't say it like that." Octavia: "Am I incorrect?" Vio: "Please." /End ID]

[taylormarieee]

-Birds of a feather ~A Dean Winchester oneshot~

Summary: you and dean used to be a thing, attached at the hip like birds of a feather, he thinks you guys should stick together and honestly, so do you...

Word count: 2.7k

Pairing: dean winchester x fem!hunter!reader

Warnings: hurt to comfort, slight angst, fluff, illusions to sex but none takes place, sam being a supporter/wingman, kisses, touches, mutual pining, reader playing hard to get(just a lil bit), teasing, that's it! lmk if I missed stuff<33

A/N: Hey... how yall doing... I know i've been absent and i'm sorry, so here's a little fic to bring back the life in my blog!

You and dean were the "IT" couple. You guys did everything together, you guys were two peas in a pod. He loved and adored you and you respected and loved him.

You guys were made for each other and it showed. Sam used to get disgusted after a while when you two were so smitten about each other, but then came the arguments.

The arguments about the tiniest things. the arguments that led to angry sex. The moaning, and sweat on each others bodies. The feeling of him inside you was always a good way to release the stress, but then after that there would be a good day and then the cycle started again.

Until there was no more sex, just arguments that led to dean leaving at all hours of the night and you finding comfort in his younger brother.

Talking to sam felt like the best thing in the world every time you fought with dean. You hated fighting with him. He was your love, your future husband, the man of your dreams.

He meant the world to you, and you couldn't bear losing him to some shapeshifter or some demon or even just speeding to fast in his car.

That's why it hurt you when sam got the call that his brother was seriously injured in the hospital due to a car crash. He loved his car so it shocked you when you found out.

JANUARY 6TH 2004, LAWRENCE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL, 11:01PM...

You both rushed to the hospital and never left his side. When he finally woke up, you hated to break it to him but you couldn't do it anymore. The arguments, the cold shoulders, him driving off and staying out drinking his life away in all hours of the night.

You kissed him goodbye and left. You lived with Bobby for a little while just until you got on your feet but then you found out a demon was after you for what your father did, something you'll never know.

He's been dead for a little while. Your father. You've been trying to follow in his tracks for a while now.

But anyway, you have been living with Bobby for a while now and every time Bobby said that Dean and Sam were coming over, you always made sure you were never home.

But one day, Bobby didn't tell you and you heard the rev of that impala and immediately froze. You were in your room finishing up your drawing on this Wendigo you killed last week for Bobby with the help of Rufus.

"Hey bobby, what's up." Sam spoke, the vibration of his voice echoing around the halls.

You grabbed your sketchbook and tried to sneak downstairs and run out the back to where your car was parked but unfortunately, they were in the kitchen where the backdoor was.

You peeked in and of course Dean had to be the first one to notice you.

"C'mon out and stop hiding ya ijit!" bobby calls out drawing now Sams attention. Both of the Winchester brother's had wide eyes as they watched you come out from the corner.

You were wearing a black long sleeved crop-top with baggy jeans that had stars on the pant legs.

"I'm not an ijit bobby, how many times are you gonna call me that!?" you ask bobby while rolling your eyes trying not to acknowledge the brothers, specifically Dean whose eyes cannot leave your body and face.

'When did you get so many piercings.' he thought to himself.

"Well when you stop leaving the house for hours everytime I tell you there coming over, you haven't seen em in months almost a year now, you can't keep hiding." Bobby tells you.

you sigh and look at the both of them and that's when you lock eyes with dean again.

"Hey dean. Hey sam."

"Hey." they say in unison. you give them a tightlipped awkward smile and then put your journal down.

"Wanna see some of the drawings of my most recent kills so far? It's a lot of vampires, demons, wendigo's you know, the whole shebang." you aks with a smile.

They both smile at you like there proud and say sure. you nod and open your journal.

You had some notes and details next to your drawings. They all looked at it in fascination and awe.

"These are amazing! Did you hunt them all on your own?" Sam asks as he flips through the pages.

"N-no, well kinda. I had help every now and then." you say looking at bobby with a smile.

He grew to be your father and you really appreciated him for who he was and what he's done for you.

"These are really great but uh, can I talk to you outside for a minute? Please?" Dean asks looking at you with those puppy dog eyes that you knew you couldn't say no to.

"Yeah Dean, sure... cmon." you say as you walk outside with him near all of bobby's abandoned junky cars.

"What's up dean?" you asks folding your arms across your chest.

"how have you been?" he asks keeping it casual and short.

"I've been doing fine, how about you?" he smiles and steps a bit closer to you. you fight the urge to step back.

"I've been thinking about you. For months. Wonderin' where you've been, how you've been holdin' up but I see you've been doin' just fine." he says with a slight tilt of his head.

"Yea I have de-"

"I ain't finished just yet doll. Why have you been avoiding us? Avoiding me?" he asks sternly.

you roll your eyes, 'here we go'.

The conversation you've been dreading to have. You thought he'd just leave it alone but what the hell were you thinking?

This is Dean, THE Dean Winchester we are talking about here. He's relentless until he gets his way.

"Look Dean, I really don't want to talk about this right now ok? I don't wanna argue with you." you tell him in the most nicest way possible.

"Ok..." he takes a long pause. "Why not?" he asks, making you sigh a very annoyed and long sigh.

"Because Dean, the way we could turn a civil conversation into an argument was honestly stupid and insane, so please for the sake of saving me a headache and meltdown and you getting into another severe car crash, drop it." you explain to him.

His eyes soften almost. Letting the relentless side of him slowly fade away bringing out your dean, the soft mushy bear dean.

"You- you still remember that night?" he asks softly.

"dean I remember it like it was yesterday. All I have are nightmares of you in the hospital, your heart stopped beating for 5 minutes! How could I not think about how the man I loved died right in front of me over a damn argument! I always blame myself!" you shout.

"You shouldn't ha-" he starts.

"I shouldn't what? Have that guilt?! Oh, but I do Dean. Every day I play scenarios in my head. M-Maybe i-if I was more understanding then you wouldn't have left, maybe if I wasn't so mad over the smallest thing, maybe if I just talked it out like a normal human being, then maybe, MAYBE! the love of my life would still be with me right now."

His eyes widen. He's stunned at your confession but you don't even give him time to talk as you walk towards your car, A Cadillac DTS.

You hop in and drive off.

~NOVEMBER 18TH 2005, BOBBY'S GARAGE, 9:30PM~

Your car finally pulls up in the driveway and you notice that dean's impala is still here. 'So there staying the night huh?' you thought.

you turn off your car and get out. you open the door with the key you have and walk inside the house.

Bobby's asleep on the couch in front of the new tv you bought him two weeks ago.

You smile and grab the nearest blanket you can find and wrap it around him to shield him from the cold outside.

You lay a soft kiss to his head and whisper him a goodnight. you turn around and notice a figure standing in the kitchen, you jump and pull out your pocket knife but you realize it's just Sam.

"Hey, sam." you greet quietly.

H eturns around clearly pretending to not know about your prescence and smiles.

"Oh hey! I promised Bobby I'd still be awake in case you ever came back." he says as you walk over to stand next to him.

"aw thank's Sammy." you say with a geniune smile to which he reciprocates.

"hey, can I uhm, tell you something that I think you should hear?" he asks shifting his weight.

"yea go ahead." you respond crossing your arms in front of you, a habit you had.

"Dean hasn't been focused or okay ever since you left. He's been kinda broken. Screwing any girl that looked at him the right way or taking his anger out on me and that's nothing I can't handle but, I just hate seeing him like that." Sam expresses.

"Hate seeing him like what?" you ask concerned.

"Like a part of him is missing. Whenever I look at dean, he's staring into nothing, as if he's dead. There are nights where he mutters your name and hugs the motel pillows like they are you. Only to wake up facing the reality that your not there, your not here with him anymore." he explains.

"I just can't keep seeing my brother drink and fuck his life away until he slowly fades into nothing. I watched him die for 5 minutes, I'm not going to watch him suffer anymore. Please, bring the life back into my brother, that is all I ask." Sam asks and then walks away.

"goodnight." he say lastly before dissappearing into the other room.

you stand there, contemplating on what you just heard, clearly not seeing the effect you left not only on dean but on sam as well. It tugs at your heart and suddenly you feel dizzy, almost like you can't breathe.

You step outside for a second and breathe in the cool air. You sit down and cry, you just cry and cry.

~MEANWHILE, INSIDE WITH SAM AND DEAN, 3 HOURS PRIOR~

"Sam come on please. You gotta tell her. I can't keep doing this anymore, you said it yourself Sammy." dean pleads with sam.

Dean had asked Sam to talk to you, to just tell her how he's been feeling and tell her that he needs you, that he can't keep living without you.

After you broke up with him so randomly in the hospital, he just couldn't keep going.

He was constantly overstimulated and constantly angry. The anger in him never died down until he saw you today for the first time in months.

His heart warmed up at the thought of seeing you in that outfit and being so bubbly, it made him miss you all the more.

Like a burning flame that was slowly dying and losing its light and being drained of its passion by the coldness of your heart.

It left him stunned that you could do something to him after such a tramatic experience.

All he wanted was for you to fuel him back to life, bring the happiness back into his life.

All those other chicks he fucked and left in different towns just weren't doing it for him anymore.

Not like you.

You had him hooked. Enfatued by your mere presence. He needed to be careful with you though.

Placing the sofest touch to the weakest petal. Caring for you like a rare feather.

He never wanted you to leave his side, because right now? He was going crazy in the maze in his empty mind.

He may be speaking in poems or riddle form but for you? He couldn't contain or shield his seeping heart that was torn.

And that his why his brother had to confess that to you, what dean didn't predict was for it to go that way.

~BACK TO THE PRESENT- NOVEMBER 18TH 2005, 10:45PM~

Your just sitting outside now, all forms of crying done. You didn't know how much you hurt dean that night.

You were just doing what was best for you, but I guess that was you being selfish. You only added salt to an already salty wound.

You made him bleed more than he did that night. You made his heart collapse.

He was your everything, and you guess seeing him die that night, you felt the need to distance yourself as much as possible to make sure you didn't lose him again.

And yet, all you did was hurt him even more and make your life and his ten times worse.

Bobby was right, you couldn't keep hiding from him. He was your savior and your becon.

He was always there at your beck and call. You both flew together like two parrots in love.

You stuck by each other like seahorses. You made him whole and he made you complete.

You were each other's puzzle pieces. He was the Clyde to your Bonnie.

You were going to do everything and anything it takes to get him back to you.

You get up, ready to open the door but someones hand is already turning the knob before you and it swings open.

Dean...

"Oh sorry, I didn't know anyone was out here," he announces tiredly.

Your frozen, you forgot how good Dean always looked when he woke up in the middle of the night.

Tousled hair, soft pink lips, and glazed-over eyes shining in the moonlight.

"n-no it's ok, I was actually going to come look for you. I wanted to talk to you. Is that ok?"

"Yea yea, that's fine with me." he says a slight smile on his face.

You both sit down staring at the stars in silence before Dean speaks up.

“so, what’s wrong?” He speaks out into the misty air of the night.

“I’m so fucking sorry. I should have never left you that night. You died and then came back and you were fucking suffering and I just hurt you even more. I know you can probably never forgive me for that and I just wanted to let you know that I am incredibly sorry. I love you Dean, your the love of my life, your my safe place. I wouldn’t even be alive half the time if it wasn’t for you, I am grateful for you, your my future husband and I know I ruined my chance of ever getting to kiss you again but just know it’s ok and I’m sorry.” You speak out in one breath!

Dean blinks as it takes him a second to register what you said because you spoke so fast but he eventually chuckled and pulls you closer to him.

“Oh doll, I love you so much and I forgive you, why wouldn’t I? You’re the only thing that kept me going. My motivation to find my dad, my motivation to move on and protect Sam. I don't know where I would be without you and my brother. I love you for that and I’m grateful to have you here with me right now. No more focusing on the past, time for the future. Cmon, let’s go inside.” He says with a smile on his face

you nod and smile grabbing deans hand so he can pull you up. He walks towards the door to open it and you stop him by grabbing his hand.

“Dean wait!” you exclaim. He turns around with confusion and you grab his face and kiss him. You kiss him roughly and you kiss him with so much passion.

He grabs your waist and kisses you back with the same amount of passion.

you both break the kiss and rest your heads on each other.

“don’t know what that was for but I really liked it.” Dean speaks with a smirk on his face to which you giggle at.

“wanted to seal the deal of our love.” You say with a smile.

“your such a tease you know that? I was pining for you all day.” He says with a smile

“well what can I say? I’m a girl that likes to play hard to get. The moment I laid eyes on you today I wanted to pounce on you.”

“Well baby, you got all night.” He says with a smirk and a wink.

Birds of a feather, we always knew you two would stick together...

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[jeonginsleftcheek]

Me or him (part 3)

~part 1 & part 2

pairing: felix x afab!reader x hyunjin

genre: angst, smut

word count: 2.6k

warning/s: swearing, brief description of sex, cheating, lots of drama & angst in this chapter, brief description of a panic attack, toxic behaviour, lots of fighting

a/n: i was supposed to work on cult of love but i was in an angsty mood, so enjoy ig and please reblog if you like it🫶🏻 (also this is not the ending of this fic, there will be more)

~check out my: Masterlist ~part 4

Hyunjin knows that Felix has always been a touchy-feely guy. He knows it's the way his friend expresses love. And he's used to it.

But he couldn't help but notice the lingering touches between his girlfriend and his best friend. Even though all three of you are friends, it seemed that gradually, hugs between you and Felix were tighter and longer.

He told himself that he's just imagining things and that there is no way there would ever be anything like that happening between the two of you.

Not when you're smiling at him so beautifully, bathed in the afternoon sun, wearing your pretty dress as you share a picnic blanket.

Hyunjin's hands itch to take out his sketchbook and fill it with yet another sketch of you, the lines and curves etched into his mind so deep that he could draw you in his sleep.

But he longs more to feel you closer to him so while you bask in the beauty of the nature around you, he sneakily sits behind you, arms around your waist as he pulls you into his embrace.

You shriek in surprise, your back flush against his chest as he leans his chin on your shoulder.

"What are you doing?"- you chuckle.

"I wanna hold you a little while, before I start sketching you."- Hyunjin smiles, gently moving your hair to the other side.

You're about to answer something witty but Hyunjin's lips are pressed into your skin, right over your pulse that reveals your heart beating fast.

"Oh..."- is all that leaves your lips as your boyfriend kisses you gently and holds you tight.

Your eyes are closed and you tilt your head, enjoying the quiet and the warmth.

You're about to lose yourself when Hyunjin suddenly pulls away.

"Why'd you stop?"- you whine and he laughs cutely and annoyingly at your pouty face.

"We can continue this at home."- he smirks and kisses your cheek.

And you don't think about Felix.

Until you do. Until he somehow creeps into your mind while Hyunjin sketches you. And you wonder what he's doing right now and if he's thinking about you too.

And you also wonder why are you thinking about another man when all you need to be happy is right here with you, your sweet boyfriend Hyunjin who always tries his best and loves you more than you know?

-

You and Hyunjin stumble into your apartment, giddy with the good vibes you shared on your picnic date. You're laughing until you almost choke on your spit when you see Felix standing in your living room.

"Ugh... I let myself in. Hope y'all don't mind."

Right. He knows where the spare key is hidden.

"Lix! Oh my god, I haven't seen you in weeks!"- Hyunjin is quick to greet his friend and you feel like your legs are heavy. Like you've grown roots and you can't move from where you're standing.

"Yeah, sorry, I was working on some projects."- Felix says and looks at you, his arms opening up, silently beckoning you in a hug.

You move towards him automatically and pat him awkwardly. Hyunjin watches the whole interaction.

"Hi, y/n."- Felix smiles like nothing is wrong. "I brought brownies."- he adds, pointing to the kitchen.

"Oh we haven't had those in a long time. I missed them actually."- Hyujin says and almost skips to the kitchen. Little does he know you've had those brownies for breakfast more times than you can count.

You throw daggers at Felix with your eyes while Hyunjin is busy digging into the tupperware his friend brought.

Felix gives you a smug smile before it melts into his innocent one.

"I thought we could hang out today. I'm sorry I didn't call in advance. I just wanted to surprise you guys."- he says.

"Nonsense! You're always welcome here, Lix."- Hyunjin says. "Right, y/n?"

"Yeah, ofcourse."- you nod.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom."- Hyunjin gets up and leaves the kitchen.

You wait and listen for the bathroom door to click.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"- you whisper to Felix, fuming at his presence in your apartment.

"Me? Nothing. I'm here just to hang out with my friends. Is that not allowed?"- he smirks.

"What are you planning?"- you squint, your heart beating fast in anger, hands already starting to shake.

"Nothing. But, I must say. You look really pretty in that dress. How come you never wear dresses for me?"- Felix bites on his lip, giving you the elevator eyes.

"Why would I wear dresses for you?"- you say through gritted teeth.

"You're really hot when you're mad."- he whispers, reaching his hand to touch your face but you grab his wrist mid-air.

"Don't touch me."- you say angrily, and both of you step away from each other as you hear Hyunjin coming back.

Felix just smirks at you again.

And even though you tried to get out of it, make just the two of them hang out or somehow make Felix leave, you ended up sitting on the couch between them.

Hyunjin suggested a movie night, and Felix was ofcourse all for it and that's how you ended up practically cuddled between them.

Your brain is racing, heart beating out of your chest as Hyunjin leans his head on your shoulder and comments on the movie, completely unaware of Felix's wandering hand under the blanket.

You couldn't believe he was this bold. Hyunjin was not even an arm's length away from him and Felix somehow managed to sneak his hand on your thigh.

At first, you jumped a little and Hyunjin asked if you were alright and you made some poor excuse as Felix squeezed your plushy flesh.

You hated how it made you feel, how any touch by him, even if it was feather-like made your core throb. Felix knew exactly what he was doing.

So, you decided to excuse yourself and go to bed.

Hyunjin kept asking if you were alright and you kept answering that you were just tired.

-

You weren't tired, no far from that. You were turned on by Felix touching you while Hyunjin was right there. What the hell is wrong with you?, you think.

"Baby, you okay?"- Hyunjin peers into your room.

"Did Lix leave?"- you ask.

"He did."- Hyunjin says and comes in, closing the door behind him. "Are you mad at him or something?"- he cautiously asks, kneeling behind you as you lay wrapped up in your blanket.

"No... I just wanted us to have the day to ourselves."- you say.

"Aw baby, I'm all yours now, I promise."- Hyunjin leans over you, kissing your head. "You still tired or you wanna continue where we left off today?"- he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows and you chuckle at him as you turn to look at him.

"Remind me where we left off."- you tease and Hyunjin grips your blanket, slowly pulling it down and leaving you just in a shirt and panties.

He leans in and kisses your neck, his hands splayed on your hips as you spread your legs to make room for him.

You try hard to not think about anything or anyone else, as Hyunjin's gentle hands caress your skin, his lips hot against you, worshipping you with all he has.

You're still trying, when Hyunjin's deep inside you, touching spots no one else has, when he whispers praise and love into your ear. Your head is thrown back, eyes closed and you clench around him.

"Ah- Felix!"- lost in the pleasure, it slips out of your lips and you both freeze.

"What did you just say?"- Hyunjin stops his movement and your eyes snap open.

"What did I say?"- you hope he hasn't heard you. You hope you hadn't said it actually, maybe you just thought of it.

"Why the hell would you moan Felix's name?"- Hyunjin asks, slipping out of you, his face unreadable.

"I- I don't know, Hyun! It slipped out! We were hanging out with him earlier and-" -you scramble to sit up.

"Bullshit! We hung out with him a million times before and you've never moaned his name while were making love."- Hyunjin stands up, clearly mad.

"Hyunjin, it's not what you think-"

"And what is it I'm thinking y/n? Why don't you enlighten me?"

"I-"

"I can't do this right now."- Hyunjin shakes his head, picking some of his clothes up.

"Where are you going?"- you ask, eyes already welling up with tears.

"To clear my head, before I do shit I'll regret."- he says and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

You can't believe you just did that. You can't believe you moaned your lovers name right into your boyfriend's face.

Your heart starts racing as your stomach churns. Your breaths become laboured and your hands shake. You feel like you're slipping into a panicked state, unable to even see because of the tears blurring your vision.

Your hand reaches out for your phone and you shakily manage to go into your contacts and click on his name.

"F-Felix?"- your ears are buzzing.

"Y/n?"- he answers.

"Where a-are you?"- you barely choke out, a sob escaping your lips.

"I'm home. Where are you? What's wrong?!"- he sounds concerned.

"I... I made a mistake. Hyunjin left. Please. Please come see me. I think - I think I'm gonna have a panic attack."- you somehow manage to say.

"Fuck, okay I'll be right there. Just, just stay with me on the phone, okay? Just try and take deep breaths together with me, hm?"- you hear rustling, and him slamming the door of his apartment, you assume.

"Okay, I'll try."- you say, tears now freely streaming down your cheeks as you still sit in bed, clutching the blanket that is wrapped around your shaking body.

"I'll drive as fast as I can, okay?"- he says.

"Be safe."- you say, and Felix's hands grip the wheel harshly as he hits the gas.

"Sure."- he says. "Now, let's try and take those deep breaths in."

-

Felix arrives in less than twelve minutes, you hear his hurried footsteps running from the door to your room.

"Y/n?"- he calls out as he walks in and you look up at him, still in the same spot you were in when Hyunjin stormed out.

You can't really talk as you sob and hiccup and Felix rushes to your side, grabbing your shaking hands.

"What happened?"- he asks and you shake your head.

"It's okay, I'm here."- Felix sighs sadly, pulling you into his embrace, your hands grip his shirt and you bury your face into his chest and keep crying.

He's caressing your head, shushing you and whispering comforting words like he always does.

You manage to calm down a little after a few minutes.

"Can you tell me what happened now?"- Felix asks quietly, his hands coming up to wipe away your tears.

"I fucked up. I fucked up bad."

"What did you do?"- he asks, taking your hands in his once again.

"I- I accidentally said your name while Hyunjin and I were- you know-"

"Oh. Oh."- Felix looks stunned.

"He was so mad, Lix. Like he already knew something."

"What did he say?"

"He said he needs to clear his head before he does something he'll regret."- you say.

"Look, I'm not gonna lie and say I wouldn't be glad if the two of you broke up. But, I'm also your friend and I don't want you to be hurt."

"It's too late. I already hurt myself, it's all my fault."- you start crying again.

"Shh, I'm at fault too. You're not alone in this, y/n."- Felix says as he holds your face and leans in to kiss you and you let him.

You don't know why but you always let him. Your brain and your body find comfort in Felix, even though it's wrong. Even if he's using you in your fucked up state.

A voice inside you tells you he isn't just using you and that's probably why you can never push him away.

Not even when the bedroom doors open and you hear Hyunjin scoff.

Felix and you practically fly away from each other, startled by the sound.

"Hyunjin!"- you freak out as Felix stands up from the bed.

"I can't believe I was right. After everything, both of you put a knife in my back."- Hyunjin eyes the both of you, something distant and cold in his usually warm eyes.

"Hyunjin it's not-"

"Shut up, you cheating whore!"- he loses it suddenly.

"Don't talk to her like that!"- Felix intervenes.

"Or what? You gonna hit me after you fucked my girlfriend, huh best friend?"

Felix shuts his mouth, guilt finally catching up to him as a lump forms in his throat.

"How long have you two been going behind my back? Just answer me that."- Hyunjin breathes deeply, his ears and neck painted red in rage.

"A year or so."- you answer quietly.

"A year- Okay. Well. I'm done with the both of you. Don't even bother trying to explain or contact me. I'll send someone to pick my stuff up from here cause I don't ever wanna see your faces again. You two are disgusting and you deserve each other. Now you can enjoy together without me being in the way of your happiness."- Hyunjin spits and you can see tears forming in his eyes but he turns around quickly before either of you can react and he's gone.

Hyunjin is gone.

Rage bubbles up inside you, you're mad. You're mad at your poor decision making, at your weakness, you're mad at throwing away a good thing, you're mad at Felix but mostly at yourself.

Still, you take it out on him.

You get up and grab some of your clothes as Felix watches you getting dressed quickly.

"Are you happy now, Felix?"- you say angrily.

"Me? Oh, so now this is all my fault."- he throws his hands up angrily.

"It's not but you said you'd be happy if Hyunjin and I broke up. Are you happy now?"

"I didn't say that exactly. But, I'm also not exactly sad. I'm only worried about you."

"You don't get to worry about me."- you say, shaking with anger.

"W-what do you mean? What about us?"- his voice wavers.

"Us? There is no us, Felix. There never was and there never will be."

"Don't - don't say that. You don't mean that."- Felix looks pained. Your heart hurts because of everything. You can't take it. You can't look at him. Not right now.

"What, you thought I'd jump into your arms the moment Hyunjin steps out?"

"You don't have a problem jumping into my arms any time you feel like it."- Felix crosses his arms.

"What does that mean?"

"What I said. You call me. I always answer. You invite yourself to my apartment. I always let you in. You need a shoulder to cry on, you always lean on me. You need someone to fuck your sadness away, so I let you use me. Did you ever ask if I needed support? A shoulder to cry on? Did you ever ask how I feel?"- he's angry now, his lips trembling.

"Don't make this about you."- you say.

"No, because everything is about you. And I still want to stay next to you. Even if you're being selfish, I'd take it. I'd take any crumb you give me, like a fucking stray dog."- Felix says angrily.

"That sounds like your problem and not mine. I don't want you here. Not anymore. I want you to leave."- you say coldly.

"Really? You don't... You don't care about me at all?"

You don't answer, turning your back to him as your eyes water again.

"Goodbye, Felix."

Taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg @velvetmoonlght @yongbokkiesworld @selinia86 @xxkhxndlelitexx @hash2013

[m3tr0n0m333]

From the ask game- gimme a hc you have for Nine that you haven't shared yet 👀👀👀👀👀

Uhmmmm thinks (apologies the ask game is WAYY past now I was saving this for when I remembered more Nine hcs)

I loovelovelove the Nine declawed hc I've been seeing around like. Yeah those jerks the Chaos Council would totally do that

This is basically canon but he spraypaints. I think he also has a sketchbook that he draws in... My boy is an artist ^_^

This is more New Yoke hc but their food tastes like plastic /hyp

That means that when Nine ever makes it out of the Grim and to Green Hills (COUGH XOUGH COUFH AU) He tries one(1) actual non processed food and he's like. What the hell. I would've joined the revolt much earlier if it meant I got to eat this

Anyways speaking of, I like to think that he was born after Green Hills was... colonized?? Taken over??? You know. Changed. Or atleast that's all he remembers.

Anyways also process of connecting his mechanical tails to his spine was PAINFUL

Also I love you myymi for suggesting rainbow scars from overuse of prism energy and brainworms for providing a beautiful visual of shatter-like scars alonf his back that glow and it's so cool and definitely real and true

That definitely won't give his spinal issues for the next... lifetime or whatever !!

Smth smth his love language is still physical affection except he doesn't know that it is cause he's convinced himself he hates touch

And he hates contradicting his thoughts/beliefs so he pretends his love language is acts of service

Did I already say that in another post. I forgot.

He can't fly for as long as Tails for. Obvious reasons. (Despite the fact that the fight scene was long and he was flying a LOT. I don't think he can actually keep up that much.)

Hmm I can't think of any more so this is all you get

[galebrainrot2024]

Before the Orb

Having a bit of writers block and my irl job is ramping up so I haven't been as prolific as usual, so my peace offering is this vignette of Gale and You (Gender Neutral) about a week into your journey. Angst and Pining and Fluff! Thank you all for your support, patience, and kindness as you embark on writing with me <3

As Gale reclined against the base of the tree, patterns of the leaves danced in shadow across the paper. He tilted his head up, shifting slightly so his sketch book concealed his face - albeit, partially. He studied you, his pencil flicking with quick, subtle strokes and movements as he committed your face to memory. The way the light touched your features, how your skin shone with dew as the day went on, the way your hair got swept up in a breeze.

It had only been a tenday since you pulled Gale from the unstable portal. Gale was certain it would be his demise, that he would be an inconsequential bang in the footnotes of history, destined to die alone with not so much as his own thoughts for company. 

And then you came. A hand in the dark. A smirk tugged at his lips as he thought about how you slapped his hand first, a testament to your sense of humor that he was growing rather fond of. It wasn’t a vigorous slap - it was playful, light - the intention behind it clear. When your skin brushed against Gale’s it was sheer electricity. His heart thudded dramatically as he thought of his hand touching yours and he grumbled to himself, shifting again to conceal the blood that pumped between his thighs, stirring desire to life. 

He felt ridiculous. Here he was, death a near certainty what between the mindflayer and the orb and here he was daydreaming about holding your hand. Studying the back of it to memorize its patterns, the secrets etched into your knuckles and fingertips, the long, engraved lines of your palm. What he would give to feel the warmth of yours in his. 

“Gale?” 

He started, sitting upright clumsily so his sketchbook fell beside him with a thwack. Grimacing, he rubbed the back of his neck and tried to close the book. “Yes?” 

You eyed him curiously. As he gazed up at you, your body a silhouette, darkened by the sun behind you. He inhaled, his cells quivering as he took in your smell. It was one he was beginning to know, to anticipate. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, taking a seat beside him. Gale’s body seized. Certainly he couldn’t show you what he’d been working on, and he wasn't clear why you would you take the time to come sit with him. The rest of the companions nipped at your heels like stray, hungry kittens yet you sought him out. As his mind raced with endless what ifs, you interjected, a gentle grin on your face. “I didn’t mean to pry, I'm sorry, I can leave…” 

You tried to stand but Gale’s hand reached out to hold your arm before dropping it limply to his side as if he’d been electrocuted. What was he doing? The moment he felt his fingers wrap around your shirt, your skin taunted him beneath. He was ruined. His stomach lurched with dark hunger, the sudden carnal need to be held and touched by another, to touch and hold another. 

The orb festered greedily as his body responded to you, feeding on the sudden raw emotion and he felt sick sweat bead across his brow. He hadn’t told you about the orb, not yet, but he needed to and needed to soon. Magical items were just a few paces away, but he couldn’t - how selfish of a man would he be if he stole them? Then, he'd never have a chance to win you over - win you over? What was he thinking? It was frivolous, impossible... yet Gale let his imagination take him away, just for a little while.

He had yet to find the courage, but knew he desperately needed to tell you about the orb, it's hunger - he looked into your eyes, infinite pools that felt capable of unequivocal forgiveness, and he wondered if when he told you you would send him away. He wondered if you would understand. Although he wouldn't allow himself to think it, a part of him hoped you would.

So, instead of asking for an artifact to quell the raging maelstrom in his gut, he held your gaze in the stolen moment, a profound rush of chemicals to sustain him. To be a visceral memory when you would send him away. He needed to remember every part of you. 

[suzy-queued]

ART TAG

Tagged by Molly @deathclassic. So fun to learn more about our artists!

Have you always been interested in creating art? Yeah! My grandmother and aunt are/were professional artists. It feels like the family trade.

What's your favorite medium to use? If digital, what programs do you like? My favorite is spray paint and pastel, no question. But due to time/ease constraints, almost all of my fandom art has been done on a tablet using Sketchbook (with some finishing touches in Photoshop).

Do you create outside of fandom? Yes, although these days my output is heavily skewed toward Gallavich.

Share something you haven't finished and/or never got around to posting. As long as you promise not to laugh! I dabble in animation, but I never get very far. Here is a rough concept of an animated piece.

Favorite piece you've made? Like, ever? That's tough. Here are two pieces that I enjoy a lot:

Draw your icon in a minute or less

An underrated piece you've made in your opinion This piece for Kinktober 2023 made me really happy. It's the closest I've been able to get to a true pastel feel on my tablet.

Do you do art in a professional setting? Yes. I do book covers, and I'm a graphic/web designer. Logo designs, all kinds of stuff.

A piece you don't like but did really well on social media. Nah, I'm pretty okay with the balance of quality versus engagement.

Post an old piece and compare it to your most recent, what are the similarities? Here's the first piece I ever did on my tablet, when I was learning the tools, versus the cover for Then & Now:

Similarities? Ian's pouty lip. The textures within the color areas. Joyful light and shadows.

Have you ever collaborated with another artist/s? My family likes to play Exquisite Corpse. Does that count?

What piece has the most notes? Are you surprised?

Prison? Dominance? Freckles? What's not to love!

Who/What is your favorite subject matter? These days, it's Gallavich. But naturally, I tend to gravitate away from drawing people's faces. It's been a real learning curve for me trying to make these boys look like recognizable humans. I generally draw dark/spooky stuff.

Show us something not from fandom you've made Here are two books covers I've done for my husband (both made with spray paint/acrylic/pastel).

Where do you like to create? At the work table in my basement. With an electric blanket over my lap.

Do you have a tag that you use to group your creations? Tell us so people can follow it. gallavich fan art

Give yourself a shoutout, where can we commission/buy/follow you for more pieces? You can follow my art on AO3. I have a few galleries: My Gallavich Art A.U.gust 2023 Gallery Gallavich Kinktober 2022 Collection

I'll tag these lovely artists (sorry of there are any repeats of Molly's tags): @gallapiech @sweetperversiongirl @deedala @michellemisfit @doshiart

@crossmydna @darthvaders-wife @heymrspatel @spookygingerr @filorux

[altromarnice]

I am currently in the hospital and I don't know how long I'll be here. I only have a sketchbook and some small pencils with me, so to pass the time, I'm making little and fast sketches.

I don’t have many ideas for my own characters right now, so I'm taking requests from everyone. Feel free to drop your OC, FC and some characters from games in the comments!!!! I would be happy to draw them all!!!!!

I don't promise that I'll draw everyone, but... I'll try my best >:)

You have no idea how tired I am of being sick.... it's hell. I haven't touched my computer for over a week !!! I've lost my humanity...

I'll try to scan the final result if someone cares

[srjellybroom]

I haven't touched tumblr for so long, so here some doodle from my sketchbook

I don't really have time to draw lately, and I mostly post my art on Instagram so srry if I didn't post much on it

And bye again

[malacandrax]

for the artist ask game!

11, 16, 19

i hope ur having a good day 🌸

11. do you listen to anything while drawing?

Always! I can't focus at all without music, so I have uhh nearly 5000 liked songs, I generally listen to the most recently liked songs over and over, but I usually find a new song every day or so, to add to my very normal listening habits. Here's my most listened to this year!

16. how do you motivate yourself to draw?

I actually get really depressed when I can't draw, it's something I'd consider a core aspect of who I am, and I honestly struggle to do things without my sketchbook- talking to people while sketching is a lot less stressful for me, I pause and sketch movie stills etc. I find it mindful and also like, the most fulfilling use of my time. I DO need to work on balancing it though because I can't physically draw all the time and I need other coping mechanisms haha.

19. where do you find inspiration?

I depends! I have an inspo blog which is like, things that make me feel excited, but not necessarily things that I directly put into my art? Like there's so much textile stuff on there, but I don't Make textiles. I think art wise it's probably watching people in real life, watching people in films, I think I have quite an animator-ey brain, even though I don't animate. Watching people do things makes me really excited, and kind of sticks in my brain. Like for example this specific person at the bus stop was so full of like, movement. Impulse + act, without the filters, it was really compelling. Don't like a sound, fingers in ear. Water on the barrier, touch.

I like watching people a lot a lot, and it brings me so much joy- but at the same time I feel very much like an observer and I really struggle to enjoy involving myself. I think a lot of my art comes from longing, longing to be 'like that' or 'this kind of person' etc. Or like, experiencing things through drawing them instead of...doing them.

Nature too is so important to me and fills me with excitement and inspiration, but I get upset that I can't capture how it feels! I guess I kinda skipped talking about artists here, sometimes I go through phases of really really being into a specific artists style, and that def influences me, but I haven't got one at the moment! Maybe I'll make a seperate artists inspo post sometime.

Thank you for asking!

[brave-and-gentle]

Angel vs. Devil: Reader x Jean Fluff Part 2

I got more ideas after I wrote the Ice Sculpture Fluff, so now this is a mini series - surprise! If you haven't read that yet, please read it here.

If you like this, be sure to check out my original character x Jean fic on Ao3 here

Pairings: femme reader x Jean

Summary: Weeks after your first kiss with Jean, you're wondering why nothing else has sparked. He's evasive about a night out with friends that he's not going to – and you decide to find out why.

Warnings: none, this all v cute fluff, a self-indulgence

Word count: ~4K

It's been weeks since your first kiss with Jean after seeing the ice sculptures together. Weeks – and nothing. You thought things might progress, but bar trivia nights were too big and crowded for much to happen, though you were still thoroughly enjoying them. You and Jean had kept up your schedule of meeting at the coffee shop twice a week for you to write and for him to draw, but it was all very platonic. At least, you thought. A couple times you swear you caught him staring at you, but as soon as you looked up he was buried in his sketchbook again.

On Wednesday nights, the coffee shop switched to wine after 5 pm, while you met on Saturday mornings and enjoyed your favorite coffee orders. Sometimes you chatted nearly the entire time. You learned a few more things about Jean – he switched back and forth between straight black coffee or sugary lattes – no in between. He almost quit the soccer team his first year of college because of the emotional stress, but Marco talked him into staying. He had a habit of squeezing his hands into fists when he was frustrated or anxious.

He learned a few things about you too – that you twirled your hair when you were stuck in writer's block, that you chose to Trost for college because you knew nobody from your high school would be there, and that you were a sucker for the baked goods at the cafe and wouldn't share with him.

Sasha is just waking up when you yell that you're heading out to the coffee shop with Jean.

“Have fuuuuun,” she teases. Though she's buried in blankets, you know she's winking. You told Sasha everything, and she's just as baffled as you – why hadn't Jean made another move? “Don't come back unless you've got some good Jean tea!”

“I'll do my best,” you roll your eyes and head out the door.

~

You smack Jean's hand out of the way as he tries to take a piece of your chocolate chip muffin.

“Funny that you and Sasha ended up as roommates, you're just as stingy as with food as she is,” he accuses in a playful tone. The Saturday morning sun streams in through the windows and over Jean, giving his hazel eyes even more warmth. He runs his fingers through his hair to push it out of his eyes and dives back into his sketch. Fuck, why is he so cute? Though you do notice dark purple circles under his eyes and wonder what's been keeping him up at night.

“You can buy your own,” you retort and tap your pen on his elbow. You take another bite of your muffin, still warm. The chocolate chips melt in your mouth. You put it back down on the plate to get back to your character development worksheet, but Jean interrupts you.

“Oh, you uh. . .” he trails off and you glance up to see him pointing to the corner of his mouth.

“Hmm? Oh.” You realize you must have chocolate from the muffin on your face. You lick around your lips and look down, refusing to make eye contact. “All good?”

“Ah, not quite, here.” Jean's long arm reaches over to you. You freeze and hold your breath. His thumb rubs the corner of your mouth with a gentle but strong touch. He lingers for a second and brushes your bottom lip and – someone at the front of the coffee shop yells your name.

“And Jean, you're here too!” Jean jerks his hand away from your face and turns around to see none other than Connie bounding over to your two-person table. He grabs another chair from a table and plops down.

“Why are you awake before 11 am?” Jean glares at his friend.

“Because it's the big day! Don't tell me you forgot!” Connie throws his hands up in excitement for what, exactly you're not sure. You and Jean exchange a blank look. “Not you too?? C'mon guys, the basketball game is tonight!” Shit. You did in fact completely forget this one. Normally you are so honored to be invited something that you remember every detail, but watching sports has never been your thing. The Trost Titans are hosting their rival, the Marley Warriors, which apparently is a big deal. Connie “knows a guy” and scored everyone tickets. “I need everyone there in Titans gear for good luck, or Reiner, Bert and Annie will never let me hear the end of it.” You remember that those three are from Marley.

“Ah, I'm not sure Connie, basketball's not really my thing. . .” you trail off and worry that you'll seem ungrateful since he already got everyone tickets. You might be up for it if it were a sporting event outside – that's the big reason you and Historia played intramural sand volleyball in college, but trying to pretend to care about basketball inside in arena surrounded by die-hard fans doesn't sound appealing in the slightest.

“It's no sweat,” Connie says your name, “think about it, or at least meet up at our place after.” You nod and consider that meeting up after could actually be fun. Connie, Eren and Armin all live together and you haven't been to their place yet – ironic considering Connie practically lives on the couch in your apartment with Sasha. “What about you Jean?”

“I already told you, I can't.” Jean doesn't look up from his sketch.

“What do you mean you can't??” Connie throws his arms up again.

“I mean, I can't. I have a thing.” His voice grows with irritation. You have to admit that meeting up after the game without Jean there sounds a little less fun, although maybe it'd be a good distraction from pining after him.

“What thing? Got a hot date tonight?” Connie presses. You notice Jean's tell tale sign of his free hand closing up in a fist.

“No, a work thing.”

“Whaaaat? Why you working on a Saturday?? Come out and play with us!”

“Because I have a work thing, Connie, now get off my back!” Jean tears his eyes away from his sketchpad to narrow his eyes at Connie.

“Geez,” Connie leans away from him. “Whatever got up your ass this morning must be sideways. Anyways, that's my coffee order.” He points to the barista at the counter “Hope to see you tonight.” Connie waves at you before he grabs two coffees, presumably the other for Sasha, and dashes out the door. You turn back to Jean, who's sending invisible laser beams at his sketch. You had never asked Jean what he was working on and vise-versa. It's like an unspoken agreement.

“So uh, what is your work thing tonight? If you don't mind sharing,” you ask with caution. He finally brings his head up but avoids eye contact.

“Ah, it's an open house fundraiser for the kids. We show their art like a gallery and there's a suggested entry fee. It's mostly their family and friends.” He shrugs. You perk up at this endearing side of Jean you haven't seen since the ice sculpture night.

“Oh, that's actually really cool. Will you or any of the other teachers have pieces on display?”

“Not sure yet. I'm going to head there early and see if I can finish something up.” He continues looking away from you and places his hand on his neck. “Anyways, you'll have fun at the basketball game?” He gives you a questioning glance.

“Mmm, like I said, not sure basketball is my thing.”

“Yeah, I hear that,” Jean says as he packs his sketchbook away. “It is a fun time though – you'll get to see Connie get completely sloshed and try to pick a fight with someone. And believe it or not, Annie gets pretty amped for the game.”

“That's almost intriguing enough,” you laugh. You had never seen Annie anything other than stoic. She and Armin are truly like the moon and the sun. “Would it be weird if I came to your fundraiser?” You blurt out the words before you realize the gravity of what you asked. Why does your brain keep short circuiting around this man? Jean pauses and grimaces.

“It'd probably be pretty boring for you, it's just a bunch of paintings made by melodramatic 13-year olds. You'll have more fun at the game. Anyways,” he tosses his backpack over his shoulder, “I'll see you at the after party.”

“See you,” you say with a monotone voice. It's like a punch to the gut.

~

With your phone in hand, you pace back and forth in your living room. Sasha and Connie had already left to pre-game. As soon as you get home, you call your best friend to see what she made of the situation.

“But why was he being so weird about it? It didn't even sound like he was going to have any of his art there,” you muse.

“I don't know,” Historia says your name, “maybe he was telling the truth, maybe it is really just boring.”

“But still. Wouldn't he want a friend to show up to support what he does? Am I overthinking this?” You flop down on the couch, which is covered in crumbs from Sasha and Connie's late night munchies. Historia would've cleaned it up already, but you don't mind the mess. It's a sign of life, of fun.

“Maybe. . . “ she trails off.

“What if I just went?” you propose. Apparently, your brain was still short circuiting.

“Why do you even want to go?”

“I'm not sure,” you confess. “Something just feels off with how evasive he was.” You hear a muffled yet abrasive voice in the background. “Is that Ymir?”

“Um, yeah, I hope it's okay – she heard everything.” At this point, you assume Ymir knows anything and everything you told Historia.

“HEY,” Ymir shouts your name. “I think you should do it! Go to the art thing. Fuck around and find out!”

“But he seemed like he didn't want anyone there,” Historia counters in her gentle way.

“Exactly,” Ymir retorts, “You gotta find out why.”

It was like talking with an angel and devil on your shoulder. And today, you choose the devil.

~

This was quite possibly one of the stupidest things you've ever done. You linger outside of the nonprofit art studio that Jean works at and shove your hands deep in your parka to protect against the cruel wind. Although really, zero degrees was quite balmy in comparison to the -20 degrees you and Jean braved for the ice sculptures. The slightly dimmed, warm lights beckon you inside as you wonder what in the actual hell you're doing here.

A gaggle of giggling girls interrupt your thoughts. They head for the front doors of the studio, give you a pointed look, and then collapse into giggles once again as they enter the building. Despite the nearly subzero temperatures, heat rushes to your face. Somehow, it's worse getting bullied post-school.

Another sharp wind cuts right through your parka and you can't take it anymore. You rush into the building and involuntarily hum with relief. You barely hear what the kid at the table propped up in front of the doors says to you. Without thinking, you shove a $10 bill at them and walk further into the studio. As expected for an arts nonprofit, it's small – not really a studio as much as a couple connecting classrooms someone tried to dress up as a studio. You dart behind the coat rack and scan the room for Jean, but he's no where to be seen. Parents mill about with their middle school kids.

You keep your parka on, in case you need a quick escape. Plus, it's fucking cold. You begin wandering through the sea of student paintings. A sign at the start explains that the theme is peace. Some paintings are right on the nose – a dove flying with an olive branch or a collage of psychedelic-looking peace signs. Others are a little more nuanced. You chuckle at the painting of a cat stretched out on a floor in a sun spot. You too would like to be sunning yourself and lazing about. Another is a woman, you assume the student's family member, baking bread. You cycle through the student showcase faster, eager to see if Jean has anything on display. Finally, you reach the back corner of the studio. Your eyes flit to the tags below the instructor's paintings. True to what Jean told you earlier, you don't see Floch's name. At the very last tag, you find “Saturday Coffee – Jean Kirstein.”

You look up and find yourself face to face with -

Yourself.

You are on display for everyone to see. Exposed. Your eyes widen and your lips part in shock. Jean has captured you perfectly – from the exact shade of your hair and eyes, to the way you hold your pen, even the slight scars on your skin from a severe case of acne in high school. In the painting, you're at the coffee shop writing. One hand holds your pen, the other your cup of coffee.. There's even a half-eaten muffin to the side.

I'm going to kill him.

A torrent of emotions flood you – violation, honor, embarrassment, humility. Footsteps approach behind you.

“It's beautiful, isn't it? That's my Jean boy's painting.”

You turn to find none other than Jean's mother. Even if she hadn't said anything, her eyes were a dead give away. Nobody else could have his exact shade of earth-like hazel eyes.

“Yeah, um – it's – it's” you stutter.

“Oh,” her eyes light up. “It looks just like you! Are you his muse?” Her laughter is like deep music, but she's interrupted by an aggravated voice.

“Mom, what are you doing here? I asked you not to come.”

Jean. Shit.

Heat flushes your face as you make eye contact with him. And goddamn, he looks good. He's wearing Vans, black loose fitting jeans, and an olive green sweater. Based on his facial expression, you're not sure which of you is more mortified at this situation.

“Oh – “ he says your name and softens, “you're here too.”

Horror and humiliation take over your body.

“So this is why you didn't want to come.” You jab your finger at your mirror image. Jean shrinks into his sweater.

“Look, I can explain - “

“Explain what? That you drew me without telling me?” You try to ignore his mother's worried eyes darting back and forth between you two. Your throat chokes up and you whip around and head back toward the front door. Jean follows you and says your name.

“Wait!”

“No!” You turn back around to face him, tears threatening. “Shit Jean, you at least could've fucking asked me first.”

Hurt flashes across his eyes, but you don't care.

“Ooooo!” The middle school students are entertained by the show you don't realize you're putting on. All too aware of every eye on you, you dash out the door. The now subzero temperatures suck the air out of your lungs. The door behind you doesn't slam shut as expected.

“Please, give me a chance to explain,” Jean pleads with you. You turn around and soften at the sight of him running after you with no coat on, his ears instantly red.

“That was humiliating,” you voice cracks.

“I know, I know.” Jean tips back and forth on his toes and shoves his hands deep in his pockets. Fuck men for getting pockets. “Look, I gotta stay here for a little bit longer, but can you give me a chance to explain? I'll take the painting down immediately.” You raise an eyebrow. Though you do want to know why, the devil in you wants run home and leave him hanging. It's what he deserves. “Meet me at the brewery around the corner? Beers on me? Please?”

This time, you choose the angel.

~ ~ ~

By the time Jean gets to the brewery, you've already guzzled nearly all of you raspberry sour. You take the last sip and eye him as he walks in, flushed from the sudden heat.

You knew exactly what brewery he had referenced as it was the same one that you, Historia and Ymir frequented after intramural volleyball games. After one game, you three sat in the back corner and Ymir scratched “Historia + Ymir + their pet” into the brick wall. You're still not sure how she managed to scratch all that and not get caught.

One year later, you sit in the same spot – but alone. Until Jean comes running up to you. He tears his knit cap and winter coat off, leaving his lengthening hair sticking up in all different directions.

“You started without me?” He points at your now empty glass.

“Mmmhmm.” You nod and cross your arms.

“Can I get you a refill?”

“Yep. Raspberry sour.” You push your glass toward him. A few moments later, he returns with your drink and an IPA for himself.

“Explain yourself,” you demand as soon as he sits down.

“Right,” he agrees and sighs, running his fingers through his hair before resting his stubbled chin on his hand. His face is still flushed, but probably not from the heat inside anymore. “I panicked, honestly. I'd been trying sketches all the time we'd been at the coffee shop, but I was getting no where with the peace theme. I already didn't show anything at the last showcase, which isn't a huge deal, it's mostly for the kids, but I figured it would be a good way to get back into it. Then one morning, it hit me that what I needed was right in front of me.” He gestures his hands to you. “It was you. You were writing in your notebook and drinking coffee, nothing special, just our usual Saturday morning, but you looked so at peace. It's different from how I normally see you.”

“What do you mean?” You furrow your eyebrows. “Different how?”

“Oh, um,” he scratches his stubbled jaw. Fuck. You are not immune to the effects of a well defined jaw. “I guess when we're all in a big group, I've noticed that you're a little tense, like you have your guard up – which makes sense in a big group of people you don't know very well. So it's been nice to see you relaxed and in your element.” He shrugs, seemingly embarrassed of all he just divulged, of just how much he pays attention to you.

“Hmm.” You keep your arms crossed and nod, unwilling to think too deeply about Jean's accurate observations. “And you didn't bother to ask my permission because . . . ?”

Jean takes a deep breath. “Because I was staying up past midnight painting and I was terrified you'd think it's weird. I didn't want to risk not showing anything tonight, so instead I just hoped nobody would show up. And that's not an excuse, I know. It was a stupid decision. I should've given you the chance to say no. I've taken it down and I promise I won't show it to anyone without your permission.” He slumps down in his chair and looks to you for a response.

You clear your throat. “Thank you.” Jean's face loosens a little.

“Actually, you can have it, if you want. You have more of a right to it than I do.”

“No,” you shake your head and take a sip of your drink. “That feels weird. I can tell you put a lot of time into it, if nothing else.” He nods, but remains silent, unwilling to accept the compliment – probably out of shame. You're not sure if you're quite ready to forgive Jean, but you also don't want to talk about it anymore. “So what was the deal with your mom?”

Jean's head jerks up. “Ah, I owe her an apology too. She's come to every single one of my shows, but I was nervous that she'd get the wrong idea. The curse of living in the same city as your mom means she'll find out anyway,” he smirks.

“And what would be the wrong idea?” Your heart skips a beat as you wait for Jean to answer.

“That we're . . . together,” he purses his lips together. “We're friends, right?”

“Right,” is your knee jerk reaction. Disappointment and glee fill your body at the same time. Glee because you do in fact want to be friends with Jean. Disappointment because this clearly meant the kiss meant nothing to him. You remind yourself that you barely know Jean, yet the attraction is undeniable, especially as a broad grin stretches across his face, which sends you melting.

“Good. Thought I'd lost you there for a minute.”

You return his smile and give his long leg a gentle kick under the table. It's all too easy with how far they stick out. “Just don't do anything like that again,” you warn, half kidding, half serious.

“On my honor,” he says, placing his right hand on his heart in a mock salute. “But seriously, I feel like I owe you a lot more than a beer on me. Can I take you out around Trost sometime?”

Those are date words, but a small voice in the back of your head reminds you that this is an apology – and you don't want a pity hang out.

“You don't have to do that – hang out with me because you feel obligated to.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “That's not what I meant! I mean, I do actually want to hang out with you. It'd be fun to see you outside the coffee shop and trivia. Really, you'd be doing me a favor. Marco's been so busy with his nursing shifts and there's only so much of Sasha and Connie I can handle.” His words spew out almost faster than you can comprehend.

You know what he means, but you tease him. “So you want to hang out with me because your other options are out?”

“Ah shit, I'm really digging myself in a hole here.” He looks down and rubs his fingers through his godamn sexy hair again. He says your name, “I want to hang out with you because I like spending time with you. Better?”

You laugh. “Alright, you've got me. What do you want to do?”

“It'll be a surprise,” he gives you a wry smile and takes a sip of his beer.

“Hmm, mysterious.” Your phone buzzes – someone's calling you. Nobody ever calls you except Historia. You take your phone out and it reads “Connie Springer.”

“Connie?” You answer.

“HEYYYY,” he slurs your name. Jean busts out laughing. Connie's voice is plenty loud enough without speaker phone on. “We WON! Titans win! Get your ass down to our place NOW! And make sure to bring that horse face with you.” He hangs up before you can respond.

“Horse face?” You ask Jean, who crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.

“Eren's insult turned nickname, I guess.” Something tells you that it's endearing from Connie and infuriating from Eren. “Do you want to go after we finish these?” He points to your still mostly full drinks.

“Sure, though I'm not really sure what to expect. Never really been into super competitive sports.”

“It's a lot of fun, even if you're not into it. Mikasa and Armin are pretty 'meh' about it, and they still manage to have fun. Expect Connie to be belligerently drunk and insufferable. Sasha will be off the wall. Reiner might be in tears.”

“Tears?? For a basketball game?” It's hard to imagine the beefy guy in tears.

“He's a big dude with a lot of feelings,” Jean chuckles. “Shall we find out?”

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Brainrot Housekeeping: Updated Schedule!

Hi friends! I've got a whole message under the cut, but here's the important part regarding this blog's new content schedule:

Saturdays: mini-hcs Sundays: answering asks (& maybe some rambles?) Mondays: full-hc Tuesdays: answering asks (& maybe some shitposts?) Wednesdays: Vesuvia Weekly Thursdays & Fridays: rest

You might see some polls showing up in the next week or so about new content types - if you're interested, feel free to vote! ^.^ More under the cut:

While I haven't hit rock bottom, I've been getting some symptoms of burnout recently and I'd like to avoid completely running myself into the ground XD

This blog has really pushed me to see what kind of creativity I have, especially just how much work I'm able to produce and sustain. I thought I'd get tired and burn out at two months tops, and it's been over and year and I have no immediate plans to stop! However, taking a look at my own system right now, I do think I need to slow down.

To be honest, fanwork isn't something I've been doing a long time - this tumblr blog is the only fandom creative stuff I've ever done! Before that, most of the things I created were originals - music, art, and of course, writing (though I haven't touched my sketchbook/paints in forever and I haven't done any sightreading in years - whoops).

It gets hard to keep your muscles moving when you only move them in one direction. As much as I love writing headcanons for the M6 in response to people's prompts, there is so much else my mind can do that it misses having the space for. Which brings me to the reason for this schedule adjustment - I miss having that creative freedom.

I still greatly enjoy writing headcanons for you guys and participating in the fandom, and I don't plan to stop anytime soon. However, I want to take some time back to get back into frolicking in the stuff my own brain comes up with, and making space for that to grow into something real.

The questions I need to figure out now are 1) how much time is it going to take me to get my full capacity back? and 2) should I keep this as a purely Arcana blog, or expand it for all my creative work?

If you've read this far, you have my sincerest gratitude. I'll see you guys tomorrow :)

Cheers!

brainrot

[katia-dreamer]

The vast and unknowable sea reaches out in front of her to the horizon. It’s beautiful, but it’s unnerving too. At least here in the crow’s nest, she feels a little less sick to her stomach.

Vex shifts, and her arm brushes against Percy’s. The space is quite small and almost every inch of his side is pressed against hers, so it was bound to happen eventually. She leans further into him, thrilled by how warm, alive, and vibrant he is in this never-ending expanse of blue. 

Percy smiles when they touch, but he doesn’t stop working in his sketchbook.

Vex rests her head on his shoulder. He’s a bit bony, but she doesn’t mind. For a moment, she allows herself to drink in her surroundings. She can almost taste the salt on her tongue, and she feels the warmth of the breeze on her face. She hears the noise on the deck below.

But up here, it’s only the two of them, and she feels more relaxed than she has in a very long time.

They’ve had very little time together that hasn’t been overshadowed by impending doom. So, she decides she will take the opportunity to enjoy it. She brings her fingers to his forearm, absently following the curve of the muscle up towards his elbow. Then she trails her hand back down, tracing the prominent veins that dance through his skin, enjoying how his arm hair tickles her fingertips.

“Stop that. I am trying to concentrate.”

“Stop what, darling?”  Vex asks as she innocently turns her head to get a better look at him.

Percy pushes his glasses up his nose. “Distracting me.”

Vex grins in triumph. “I'm distracting?"

“You bloody well know you are.”

She laughs as she rests her head on his shoulder again. Her eyes scan the horizon, but she’s hardly paying attention. He smells so good, and he’s so close. Unable to resist temptation, Vex leans in and kisses his neck. It’s little more than a brush of lips, tender and fleeting, yet it’s wonderful all the same. 

But there is a question that has been on her mind for days, gnawing at her. 

Did you hear me? Do you know that my heart is yours?

Vex takes his hand in hers and squeezes it. “Percy?”

“Hm?”

The words are there; they rest on the edge of her tongue, but she can not bring herself to say them. Maybe she will find the courage another time. “Never mind.”

“All right.” There is a note of disbelief in his tone, but he doesn’t press further. However, he does close his sketchbook. “This is quite relaxing, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“No dragons,” Percy says.

“No dragons,” she echoes.

“Just us.”

“Just us.”

He brushes his lips against her forehead. Then his arm winds around her waist, and they sit in peaceful quiet for a while.

In that stillness, there is only Percy and Vex.

-

A/N: Happy birthday, @blorbologist

I have so few things you haven't seen, so I just went with this. You bring so much joy into my life, friend. I love you very much, and I appreciate all you have done and DO for me.... The way you encourage me and are patient with me.

My life would not be the same without you.

I hope you had a wonderful day. <3

[bunitivity]

I need to talk about zosopp so badly, long wall of text incoming!!! Sorryyy <:3

They are my comfort pairing and tbh goals

I need to tell you about Usopp being very clingy and touchy and gosh they hold hands so much but really most of the time it's so that Zoro doesn't get lost and it's pretty comforting for the sniper.

I need to tell u about it's (mostly) one sided awkwardness and how despite being so touch starved Usopp freaks out about kissing and touching and gets really shy he starts blabbering nonsense and it feels like he'll never get used to how small his hand feels in Zoro's and how much tougher the older's skin is and how it looks a lot oaler compared to his own tone and---!!!

And Zoro's not one to get shy about the touching. He doesn't really see anything special about it (why of course just because it's not a big deal for him he still respects Usopp's boundaries) but whenever he feels they haven't interacted in a while outside if simple tasks, small battles or insignificant misadventures he will start thinking about how he could show affection to his partner and remind him that he loves him because of course Usopp needs to hear it a lot (even if Zoro believes word's don't do much, they seem to have a big impact on his boyfriend, so he'll keep doing it.) So he ends up with flowers. Usopp likes flowers, right? He has a whole freaking garden (or not much of a garden, but still, a seperate flowerbed) of plants. Even though they're not very flowery, he'd still like flowers, right? When they dock on an island, it couldn't hurt to get him a few daisies, as pretty as him. 2 is too little. 3...sounds practical, but still...Definitely not 4. 6 should do...Well, no, maybe 8? Urgh, even 10 still feel like a small amount.

Every flower Zoro ever tried to bring to Usopp died in the ugliest way possible. The petals would fall and leaves would break and if he ever had to carry it for longer than a minute or so it would get all wrinkly and crumpled no matter how gently he tried to hold it. He must be cursed! But once Usopp had found a forgotten by Zoro flower in his pocket and found it too beautiful to throw away, even in that condition. So he put it in his sketchbook as a decoration. Though he didn't know ut was supposed to be a gift to him (a failed gift) he still enjoyed it. And he kept sometimes finding other flowers in Zoro's pockets for a while and took them for himself too, finally realizing that, perhaps, they were meant for him in the first place. Which sounded really romantic and funny to him: Zoro bringing him flowers. Though later, Usopp would talk to him about how it's better to buy plants in pots, since they live longer, suffer less and look much more beautiful and bring more happiness, when they're in a healthier environment. Zoro nodded, Usopp knows better.

ARGHHH how I'm so crazy about zosopp angst. Usopp constantly using Zoro as his role model, trying to be brave and strong like him, which often leaves him overthinking. He's very used to being more excited, creative, carefree. He wouldn't want to limit himself to Zoro's level of self-expression. He doesn't think he needs to necessarily, but he's awfully insecure about being interesting to Zoro.

Which, if you ask the swordsman, is a really stupid reason to worry about because Usopp is his silly little guy and that's fucking awesome!!! Because Zoro has a small thing (which I ,personally, suffer from as well) when he doesn't really show much positive emotion. What I mean is, of course he smiles when he gets excited or if he sees or hears something funny, and of course he CAN smile just because, but his neutral face is just very very grumpy, as if he's always serious and responsible (which of course he's not, he only seems reasonable when it's just him and his captain) and really it makes things so complicated sometimes, because he doesn't intend on ruining the mood and making a conversation awkward during the small time him and his boyfriend have on their so called "dates" but Usopp still does feel pressured looking at him sometimes and it makes Zoro really cringe at his lack of control over his face, but really, he'd rather look a little grumpy than make a face straight out of a horror movie ( me too man)

And then there's Usopp comforting Zoro on how he's not upset at all, and how he loves him a lot and it's just them getting used to eachother being so close. Because you never know, even if you've been friends for so long, there's still something that might come up later, and that's okay, as long as you try to make it work. Usopp genuinely loves Zoro: the way he talks, what he says, what he does. And in the end, he will do his best to return this love, so that they both can feel at peace.

And then there's Zoro comforting Usopp about how he is fine as he is. And that he LOVES, absolutely ADORES him. That he loves his jokes and the way he talks, that he doesn't mind listening, because he prefers listening, that Usopp genuinely makes him laugh and that he wouldn't want to change that for the world. He genuinely loves *him* and that's okay to be yourself, because Zoro needs him as he is. And because Zoro believes in him. So Zoro makes sure Usopp always believes in himself, honestly believes. Zoro remembers, because Usopp made a promise to him. And he wouldn't be a real warrior if he broke it, wouldn't he?

Ah zosopp my beloved! I really feel you about the zosopp angst usopp would be constantly comparing himself to zoro even though they have completely different strengths and fighting styles. Usopps skills don’t really require big muscles the same way zoros who often have to go toe to toe with powerful opponents who rely on brute strength. The fact that usopp is always forced into close combat despite being a long distance fighter is the reason why he often comes off as weak. The two times he gets to shine(ennies lobby/dressrosa) are when he gets to do exactly what he’s meant to do and both times he exceeds expectations. Something that I’m sure zoro will very bluntly reminds him about lol.

I really love the idea of zoro bringing usopp flowers that’s so cute and him randomly just finding flowers in his pants (and zoros pockets lmao) makes me🥺 so I had to draw it

[separatedleoau]

Hello~

I have been scrolling for I think forever and I haven't found a full design show for oneonion and I think his design is very cool and I just want to absorb it into my brain for funsises. Uhmmmm do you have a referance? Or no...if not, no pressure to come out with a full refrence. I'll wait, it's just driving me insane that I felt like you did have one (heh one) but I can't find it, my brain's just weird.

I hope you're feeling well and I only wish the best for one of my favorite fic's creator.♥️

Oh don't worry! I don't have one<3

well... I do but is a work in progress that I havent touched in a long time. tbf you can blame Ell for it 😌 they are the one who started making fanart of Oneion when I just had one sketchbook "maybe this?" concept for future One

maybe one of these days I'll finish that reference sheet along with the others I was doing (me no like doing reference sheets)

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH!!🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

[ladykagewaki]

Attempt #2 of digital art. I am learning a good deal each time, and learning where my gaps are. It feels very different from drawing with pencil. Right now it is more work than relaxation, but I like how focused I have to get. Using pencil is a lot more pouring out feelings. I won't be abandoning my sketchbooks or pencils any time soon. I am going to learn about how to stablize my lines, work more on separating my layers, and long term maybe I will tackle shading. Thank goodness my art style is so simple and silly. This is a lot of work haha!

Thank you all for your kind comments, advice, and encouragement! @zaya-mo @chrissywakingup @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @aintinacage @ladykatakuri @marierg @thecoffeelorian

@autistic-artistech @freesia-writes - I haven't been using my drawing pad. My laptop died and I ended up getting one with a touch screen. So I am using a stylus on my laptop in tablet mode.