#I havent been thinking or drawing him as much only because ocs have invaded the brain. hes sitting there in the corner doing his own thing

[palossssssand]

how do you draw spikes dumb shirt scarf(?) thing I can’t do it 💔💔that guy is so hard to draw (love your art of him btw)

Thank you !!! I'm going to be so honest. I hate drawing it too. It seems symmetrical at first in the sprite but it's hard to see. The bottom stripe goes over one arm but just tapers off on the other side for some reason. Fuck actually I just realized that he doesn't have the same triangles on his shoulder and also that one triangle in the middle also isn't there on the other side. It's okay art-making-grat I've fucked up on his poncho thing too. I kind of just interpret it as a flat piece of fabric that wraps around and hangs loose on his shoulder. Why did they design it like that. I would love to see the art book concept art for him. Anyways fuck it we ball at least it's easier to draw than the designs in splat1 and 2

[naruto-scenarios-plus-akatsuki]

Sai Drabble

Sorry for the lack of posting lately; my computer is still not working. Im just lucky to be able to use my phone to check on my blog occasionally. I dont have many requests left in my drafts so i havent been posting as much so i will be closing my ask box soon because i have no way of completing tasks efficiently any more. Also i know no one asked for this, but this was something I was working on and I needed this. And since my oc I have created for Sai doesn't do art, I still wanted to imagine what Sai would think if his s/o did art but didn't like to share. Don’t mind me, I’m a sap for Sai  😫 Sai reacting to his s/o being shy about their art

“Sai, what are you doing?!?! Those are private!!” You called alarmed, darting into the room. You were quick to snatch your sketch book out of Sai’s hands, closing it and hugging it tight to your chest.

“Private?” Sai questioned perplex, trying to process what was happening. His eyebrows were scrunched down as he looked at you, wondering what was wrong.

Your face looked panick and you were mildly upset that Sai was snooping through your sketch book. You had been dating Sai for a few months now and you found he was a very attentive boyfriend, yet you also knew he lacked emotional intelligence. He had a hard time reading social cues and understanding other people’s emotions as well as his own.

This was sometimes a challenge in your relationship with him but what made it easier was his straightforward nature. He was honest and open about any aspect of his life and his thoughts. You found comfort in knowing he didn’t lie to you and you two had been building a steady trust over the last few months as you two got to know each other more.

Sai had known you were an artist and had always wanted to see your work, but you were too shy and embarrassed to show him.  It was hard to show your work especially to another artist for fear of their judgment and their criticalness of it. You didn’t know how to explain that to Sai so you always told him you’ll show him later. Apparently later was now since you invited him over to your house and when you excused yourself to get some snacks, he happened to find your sketch book that you left lying around.

You felt flustered and slightly mad at Sai for invading on your personal belongings.

“Yes! I don’t like anyone looking at my drawings,” you stated, a slight whine in your voice.

“How come?” Sai ask curiously, his eyes trailing over your features trying to assess your emotions.

“I just don’t feel comfortable sharing,” you exclaimed, heatedly but tried to remain calm as you huffed.

Sai paused for a moment, thoughtful in his next set of words.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for intruding on your belongings,” Sai expressed somber. “Your drawings caught my eye and I always been intrigued to see them.”

You sighed in defeated, looking up at Sai. “It’s ok.”

“You sketch a lot,” Sai mentioned monotone.

“I know. I’ve been drawing since I was little. I hoard all my old drawings in my room,” you spoke patiently, though your voice still sounded upset.

“You aren’t half bad,” Sai commented.

“Ha, thanks,” you couldn’t help but snort, “But I’m nowhere as good as you though.”

“You shouldn’t compare your art to mine. Each user has a different art style,” Sai stated straightforward, not seeing the problem.

“I know, but my art is sloppy and unfinished half the time,” you objected.

Sai eyed you critically for a moment, seeing the hesitancy in your features.

“What’s the real reason you don’t like sharing?” Sai asked, calmly.

“Um…” You looked up into Sai’s eyes. He was searching for answers and you knew he was a keen observer of your actions. He could always tell when there was more to the story and he was never afraid to ask why even if the answers were hard for him to comprehend. “I guess I don’t feel adequate enough and sharing my drawings is like sharing a piece of myself with somebody,” you expressed genuinely, biting your lip in a nervous habit. You looked down at your sketch book in your hands, disappointedly.

Sai saw your downcast expression and slump shoulders. He paused in thought, nodding slowly to what you had admitted.

“Your work isn’t inadequate. Your work is its own form of art. I understand how you may not feel ready to share your artwork with me yet, but I am here whenever you are ready. I enjoy looking over your work and I want to get to know those pieces of yourself. There’s no one else I have a real interest in knowing,” Sai spoke evenly, smiling at the tail end of his speech.

“Sai…” You were at a loss for words. Sai was so open and honest to you. It was so sweet sometimes the words that he spoke even if they sometimes sounded flat or without passion but you knew he only ever said what he meant and that’s what mattered to you.

The corners of your lips tilted up and your heart was over flowing with affection.

“I won’t try to peer at your artwork again until you want to show me, even if I find it adorable how you try to hide them,” Sai continued, his tone light.

You wrapped your arms around him right then and there after placing your sketch book down on a table. Sai was stiff for a moment before he relaxed into your arms, before moving his arms to embrace you back. Sai smiled more warmly at your gesture as you tightened your hold on his waist.

You reclined your neck to look up at his face, smiling at seeing his warm features. You inclined your neck to reach his lips in that moment and Sai did not shy away, giving you a light kiss. The kiss was smooth and light before you parted from him.

Sai was looking at you adoringly, perfectly content in your arms.

“Thank you,” you mentioned, your heart fluttering in your chest as you continued looking into his eyes.