#Today I shall doodle and that is enough

[i-really-like-phrogs]

A small Movie Lydia for Your viewing pleasure

[a-cakehound-or-critter-a-day]

1/26/2024 platonic love makes me happy :D also /ref for the dialog!

[chocolatewoosh]

He'll be fine, I'm sure!

[xe-n4]

love in learning

feat. oliver, nagi & sae note: i wrote this ages ago (reupload) contains: i don't remember & i'm not rereading it total: 1,303

—OLIVER

He knew he shouldn’t. But it was right there. The blue notebook you’ve been scribbling in for the last few weeks. It seemed like you were researching something because you had your laptop with you. But you never let Oliver know the contents of it, slamming both the book and laptop shut whenever you saw him. 

He was curious. 

Oliver’s fingers danced around the notebook. He debated with himself. Open it or leave it alone. He may never know what’s inside that book. But you would tell when you were ready, right? 

So he opened it. 

Oliver flicked through the pages, eyes scanning the words. He didn’t understand what he was looking at until he saw the word ‘centre-back’. A grin crept onto his face when he noticed the little doodle of himself next to it. 

You filled the pages with information about football and his favourite players. His heart swelled with joy as he continued to peruse through it. The rules, the positions and their purposes. He couldn’t believe it. 

“Hey, Oli, have you seen—” 

You cut yourself off upon seeing your boyfriend with your notebook. Wave after wave of embarrassment hit you with no mercy, not allowing you time to breathe. Heat spread from your chest to your neck and your hands balled into fists at your sides. 

Oliver stared—you stared as well. The silence was killing you, but the smirk that played on his lips made it worse. You wanted the floor to swallow you whole. Maybe living underground wouldn’t be so bad. 

“Care to explain?” he teased as he gestured to the book. 

You shook your head. 

“No? Okay then, let’s read from it, shall we?” His eyes glinted as he flipped to the next page. “If the score is equal—” 

Something went off in you and you went over to cover his mouth, snatching the book away. Oliver moved your hand off of his face and laughed at your pouting face. 

He wrapped his arms around your torso and leaned in. “Aw, my baby’s so cute,” he spoke as if he was talking to a child. 

“Shut up, old man.” You buried your face in his neck to run away from his teasing. 

“Are you embarrassed?” Oliver leaned back and his hands caressed your chin. His grip was firm but gentle and the feeling brought you a sense of familiarity. But it couldn’t get rid of how humiliated you felt. 

“Y/n, thank you,” Oliver said with a smile. Not one to tease you with, but a genuine smile from a place of happiness. 

Confusion plastered itself all over your features. “What... did I do?” 

“The book.” Your eyes widened, and he hurried to clear the air. “Thank you for trying to understand me and the sport I love. You didn’t have to, going to the games is enough.” 

“The games are kinda boring when you don’t know what’s happening,” you mumbled. 

“Maybe. But thank you anyway.” Oliver planted a kiss on your forehead.

—NAGI

Nagi was lying on his stomach with his phone in hand. He was watching video compilations of traps and other defensive moves. Normally, you’d have no interest in it. Football was Nagi’s thing. But you felt different about it today. 

Once you crawled onto the bed next to him, you rested your head on his shoulder. “Hey, Sei?” He hummed. “What’s a trap?” 

He answered without looking away from the screen. “It’s a move to keep control of the ball.” 

“Cool.” 

This was going nowhere. 

You didn’t know how to ask him, but he also didn’t seem interested. Maybe I’ll try later. You moved off the bed to leave when a hand gripped your wrist tightly. Nagi pulled you back effortlessly. You landed on his chest and he kept you there, putting one arm encompassing you. His other hand still held his phone and resumed the video. 

“Where’re you going?” he mumbled. Nagi didn’t really want an answer. “Stay.” 

“I thought you were busy—”   

“I can multitask.” Nagi nuzzled into you. “What d’you wanna know?” 

“Um... I guess I didn’t really think this through,” you chuckled nervously and Nagi pinched your side in response. 

“So unprepared,” he jokingly scolded. 

Nagi clicked through his phone before setting it in front of you. The video began with the camera scanning through the crowd. People of all different backgrounds cheering from the sidelines with flags, banners and some even had face paint on them. 

The camera then showed the players walking on the field in their flashy uniforms, and the crowd cheered and screamed even louder. The bright lights above the stadium made the grass look lighter than it was. 

“Sei, what’s this?” 

“Football game,” he replied. “I’ll talk you through it.”  

“I like that you want to know more. It made me feel something inside. I liked it.” 

You laughed at his simplistic way of describing his emotions, then he shushed you when the game started. Nagi pointed to each of the players when he talked about their positions. He explained the moves they did and why someone got a yellow card. 

His soft voice brought you comfort, which made it easier to concentrate on the sport, though you barely understood it. 

After the game ended, Nagi stared at you expectantly, silently asking for your opinion. “It was fun.” was your only response. 

It was. Maybe your judgement before was biased, but now you had a better understanding of why your boyfriend loved it so much. 

—SAE

“I thought you didn’t like football,” Sae said with a straight face, looking up from his laptop 

“Well... I thought it would be fun if you taught me some stuff,” you replied, rubbing the back of your neck. His stare made your heart race and your ears sting. Not in a good way. 

“What’s the point if you don’t care about it,” he grumbled as he went back to what he was doing. A very obvious tell that he didn’t want the conversation to continue. 

You sat down in the chair next to him and interlocked your pinkies. “I care about you though.” 

Sae’s eyes flicked from your joined hands to your face a few times before he sighed. A small smile made its way onto his face. He properly intertwined your hands and leaned down to kiss them.  

“Get changed, we’re going out.” was the only instruction he gave. Though he implied that wearing anything fancy would be a terrible idea. 

And he was right. 

Sae took you to the nearest football centre and rented out a small field. Goals stood tall and mighty on each side, and white lines ran across the grass. The sun was still beaming down, and you wished that you’d just kept it to yourself. 

“Is this really necessary?” you whined before walking onto the grass. 

Your boyfriend was ahead, holding a ball against his hip. “This is the only way you’ll learn, Y/n.” 

“Or is it the only way you can teach?” you mocked under your breath as you followed behind him. 

And with your horrible luck, he heard every word. Sae turned around once he got to the centre and set down the ball. “Four laps.” 

“Huh?” 

“What’d you mean ‘huh’?” He settled his hands on his hips with a—fake—frown. “Fine then. Five laps. Hurry!” 

During that ‘warm up’, you gained a stitch in your side and sweat soaked through your clothes. After that Sae, showed you how to dribble and tackle. The first time you successfully stole the ball from him made his heart full as he watched you celebrate, then collapse, demanding a break. 

“Dumbass.” He booped your nose before shoving a water bottle into your face. Wordlessly you took it and started chugging its content as if you’ve never had a drink of it before. Sae grinned. “Dumbass.” 

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[temper-temper]

I’m feeling so unwell today so I’m opening a small amount of requests. Won’t be first come first serve but whatever inspires me the most. Feel free to request my characters as well as request characters for others (as long as they are okay with it) no canon characters and no humans… may entertain other animals if I feel bold enough. These will also be doodles- sketches most lightly and unsure if I’ll color or shade. We shall see

[persepor]

Let's talk about DJ Subatomic Supernova...

Ah yes one of the most eccentric, funniest, and coolest designed bosses. DJSS is the very first boss you fight and acts as a sort of test after the lights up audition tutorial. He is very interesting and his personality is through the roof, so let's get started shall we?

"What have you done today? Simpletons!"

DJSS has an ego, you could say it's planet sized (ba-dum tss). Anyways, even though he has an ego he is one of the most loved characters in NSR. I can see why, he has a huge personality and a really cool theme going on with it being based on space.

Unlike other NSR artists we do know he had two jobs before becoming an artist, a university professor and an astrophysicist, which explains his vast knowledge of space. He knows a lot about space and uses his knowledge in really funny ways. One example is this quote: "You remind me of......Pluto! Once thought to be a planet of the solar system but no longer is."

I love love love his personality and the fact that his head is basically a black hole. I always thought that his head breaking symbolized his ego getting shattered. Seeing that he thinks even if NSR is defeated, his music will last after the fall of NSR.

I could go on and on but I'm gonna save it for later.

His boss fight is very fun.

You start out with him at his turn table and you hitting disco balls to damage him. This is very interesting as you move around him, with DJSS being in the center. He's the center of the solar system in his fight.

Second phase he gets bigger and now it looks like you are in a solar system as the disco balls are now planets. He has more attacks, such as being able to throw comets at you and still being able to move the planets like he's turning a record. His head becomes more shattered as the fight goes on.

Third phase he makes himself even larger and not he has noodle arms. Not only does he still have his planets and comets but now he also has a laser. While this phase isn't harder you do have to worry about a lot of things at once.

Once you get through those three phases you then have to reach him. His head will then crack fully and a black hole will appear, you have to run to DJSS while dodging music notes along the way. This is fairly easy to get through as you have enough time to dodge the music notes.

I feel his battle, or phases rather, correlate with his ego/personality. If you ever pay close attention to his head it starts to slowly crack, like his ego is gradually crumbling. He gradually grows in size to assert he is in control of what's around him, like someone with some huge ego.

His music genre is Disco Stellarum House, for those who don't know what that is, it's a genre of edm but the inspiration could come from disco house. Disco house is an edm genre that mixes the funky tunes of disco with the electronic sounds of house music. You can clearly hear this in his theme. His theme is an absolute bop when it comes on, you can't help but to dance to it.

He is also self-centered with him depicting himself as the center of the universe, but I went over that earlier. I wanna talk about the record cover when B2J defeats him.

They are literally using his head like a basketball. They are dunking his head in a basketball hoop. THAT'S HILARIOUS AND SO FUNNY, just imagine you've been defeated by these "plutonians" and they're using your head as a basket all. Pure, funny, and hilarious to think about.

Dj Subatomic Supernova is a very fun character and has a lot of appeal to him. This may be why people love him so much.

So let me ask you all a question.

Why do you like DJSS?? + a Dj Sub doodle.

[jupiter-reimagined]

HEY CHAT GUESS WHAT CAME IN THE MAIL TODAY <3

i ordered a buncha stickers from @assorteda and!! theyre here!!! on my bed!!! with me!!! and theyre absolutely beautiful!!! my phone and the lack of direct sun dont do them NEARLY enough justice

and!!! I GOT FREEBIES??? HELLO.... IM. IN LOVE. AWE STRUCK, EVEN???? I LOVE THE OVAL ONE I ALMOST ORDERED THAT ONE TOO BUT THAT WOULDVE GONE OVER MY CASH LIMIT AND AJRBHSHSHSJSSH IM SO SO SO SO HAPPY

all of them with a 50c coin to scale cuz. my feeble european mind cannot comprehend inches so i was positively shocked at how MASSIVE they are. which is invredible!!!!!!

and. i have MORE to rave about, believe it or not,,, im framing this little note. like actually. i adore the doodle!!! so. on the wall it shall now live

and the cherry on top LOOK AT THE PACKAGING IT CAME IN. I AUDIBLY SQUEALED WHEN I SAW THIS IN THE POST BOX AAAAAA I AM IN LOVE....

this was an absolute treat for the soul,,, aaa!!! i cannot get enough of them arghgh i am SO normal about this,,, everything will get saved and treasured and loved,,

and it came just 1 day after the estimated delivery dates began!!! i was so expecting to need to wait another 2 weeks to be graced with this beautiful little envelope and i am so happy to be wrong

100000/10 when i get the adult money again im 100% ordering again. without question

[missusk]

have you eaten yet? (ArvenxReader)

Summary: You’re everywhere, always, helping everyone all the time because you’re as kind as you are strong. You saved the academy and you saved Paldea and helped him out too, what with those Herba Mystica, so Arven wants to show you how much he loves you give back in the way he does best! Everyone loves homecooked meals, right? So why can’t he spit it out so that’s why the words so often falling from his lips are

“Hey, little buddy! Have you eaten yet?”

Word Count: 6173 Warnings: Game spoilers Author’s Note: this was sprouted from shower thoughts!!! Oughgh I love arven!!!! Just thinking about what your little journey could be like from his perspective AND IF HE WAS FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU .but also has inner conflict bc this guy really needs a hug. please enjoy!! :) - missusk

Read here on Ao3

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“Have you eaten yet, Arven?” came a call from the lighthouse.

“No!” the child said enthusiastically, bounding up the dirt hill to his dear father. A Maschiff was hot on his heels, panting alongside the boy after their rigorous game of fetch-and-chase. The sun was beginning to set, with rays of gold glimmering on their toothy smiles.

“Well come on,” Dad chuckled. “Let’s cook together before I have to get back to work.”

“Okay!” Arven replied, giddy with anticipation in what he’d get to cook with his favorite person in the whole wide world. What would it be today? Pasta? Curry? It’s been so long since they last ate together, and now they can cook together too?!

“You didn’t peek at that new book, did you?” Dad asked from the lighthouse. Arven faltered in his run home. Whoops, he didn’t put the storybook away correctly, did he…?

“Uh-“

There came a chuckle, then a tousle of his hair as Arven finally reached the threshold of their small home. Arven clung with sticky fingers to his father’s dress pants in a quick apology.

“Well, that might’ve spoiled it, but let’s read from it together after dinner, shall we?”

“Okay!” Arven said through a now-guiltless grin, kicking off his boots as they walked together into the lab. “Can we have sandwiches?” He hoped that sounded like an innocent, totally random request, and certainly not inspired by a storybook he didn’t steal a glimpse of earlier that day when Dad was busy.

“Of course, my son.”

Those words were so seemingly inconsequential at the time, but as Arven sits drumming his fingers on the doodle-smudged desk, watching the second hand of the clock tick-tick-tick by, he only wished he remembered more of those seemingly inconsequential times. He heaves out a sigh – whatever, those thoughts haven’t gotten him anywhere before, and it’s not like anything would change by thinking about it more today.

“Phones away, please,” came Mr. Saguaro’s voice, interrupting Arven’s hazy sepia-toned memory like a shock of bright blue. “Before we begin class, I’d like to introduce our new transfer student.”

Oh? A new student in this part of the term? That was interesting enough to draw his attention away from missing his dad the hangnail he kept picking at.

Arven glances up, teal gaze meeting that of the new student. He immediately recognizes you as the very same student who took responsibility for that brute back at the lighthouse few days ago. So, you were a student here after all. Perhaps he should be keeping better track of you and Miraidon… but then again, what would that matter? Not like dad would care anything would be traced back to him if a weird looking robot lizard thing was suddenly crawling around Paldea. Lots of weird things happen in Paldea. If anything got back to him, he’d just say, that, like, 80 percent of the ocean was still unexplored, so that’s where it was from. Or something.

Your introduction is normal enough. You like Pokémon, are excited to be here, blah blah blah. Minus the innate talent you had for battling, you seem as average as the next person. Arven did notice your sweet smile, but brushed it off as easily as he would crumbs off his apron.

Well, whatever.

While a new student was seemingly inconsequential to the esteemed Uva Academy, you’d think the hallways had a mass outbreak of Combees with how the students buzzed with rumors about you the next few days.

“I heard she fell off a cliff before coming to the academy.”

“Well I heard she already beat student council president Nemona in a Pokémon battle.”

“I heard she took on Team Star on her first day!”

Even some of the academy’s teachers seemed to be whispering among themselves. While many of the rumors were stupid and mostly untrue from what Arven could tell (as he himself was well acquainted with being the butt of weird rumors) one thing seemed certain – this new student was quite skilled with Pokémon battles. Perhaps his defeat at the lighthouse wasn’t explanatory of his lack of skills, but rather a signifier of yours.

As the days passed and the academy settled into the term, Arven became less aware of the latest gossip and more focused on slowly connecting the numerous sticky notes and push pins scattered on the Paldean map on his dorm room wall. It had taken countless nights of coffee and research and more coffee, all until he was able to identify five locations mentioned in the Violet Book. The only real obstacle would be what the book called ‘Titan Pokémon,’ and with his ace being unable to even open his eyes at this point, he needed some help, fast. Thankfully, while cleaning up in the home ec classroom, another bout of whispers made it to his ears.

“I hear she claimed war against Team Star!”

“What, seriously?!”

Geez, this new girl couldn’t catch a break. He knew the annoyance of having a million rumors about him, so his heart went out to the poor transfer student.

“She transferred in at a weird time, I bet she’s just trying to get people to like her.”

“Oh, that’d make sense. Why else would you do something like that, if not for attention?”

Arven raised an eyebrow. A new, fresh face, wanting attention and affection in a scary new school? In a new country? With no friends and barely any family? Perhaps someone so moldable could help with his own little treasure hunt…

It barely took a day before catching you in the cafeteria. Arven didn’t mean to be so selfish when requesting help, but he also didn’t try to not be selfish when requesting help. He sprinkled in a little flattery, a big smile, and played into your desire to ensure your classmates like you. He spouted some nonsense about loving that picnic life, and more compliments about how you’re such a natural with Pokémon – you’d be perfect to help, so please please please?!

And just as he was hoping, he was able to rope you into helping with those pesky Titan Pokémon.

 ***

 It didn’t take long before you were both in the South Province fighting a Klawf that had no business being that size. You made quick enough work of it, and gloriously enough, the first Herba Mystica was in Arven’s grasp – and soon to be in a delicious sandwich. Step one, done, and it barely took any time! Despite all the prep work he had to do with those news articles and dusty library books to locate it, the actual Titan-beating wasn’t all too bad.

Arven splays out his purple gingham tablecloth, flicks on his lantern, sets out the ingredients, then notices you’re still standing there.

Oh, right, new student girl. You ran all the way out here to find the Titan, and he probably wouldn’t have beaten that giant Klawf with just his Shellder and Squovet, so perhaps some form of payment was due.

“Have you eaten yet?” Arven asks casually, and when you shake your head, he sets his hands on his hips. Alright, easy enough. One five-star sandwich seemed a fair enough trade for your work. “Well, then it’s your lucky day! You’re about to get a taste of my delicious, nutritious, herb-mysticious cooking.”

You smile at that, which for some reason, seems to catch Arven’s gaze for an extra second. Once that second is up, he turns back to his tablecloth filled with sandwich ingredients and gets to work. He slices, he dices, then he hands you a sandwich.

He wonders if you’ll like it.

Then he strikes the thought from his head. Of course you’ll like it! He’s a good cook. Despite that self-reassurance, Arven glances to you a few times, waiting for your reaction to the first bite. Just to see what the Herba Mystica does! Yes, that’s the only reason he’s scanning your features like that. But, despite that herb being the only reason he’s watching you, his brow furrows when that brute of a Pokémon blasts out of its Poké Ball, sniffing away at the sandwich he made for you. His jaw drops when you don’t even hesitate to give it to Miraidon! What the heck?!

“Hey!” Arven bursts out. “I went through all the trouble of making that for you, and you just give it away?! That thing didn’t even taste it, just inhaled it whole!”

You then have the gall to simply shrug. Arven scoffs.

“I hope you realize that’s all there was, so now there’s none left for you.”

“That’s fine,” you say with a smile. There’s that smile again.

“Aw, come on,” Arven sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. It’s fine, he shouldn’t get mad at you. You don’t realize the importance of the ingredients that were in that meal, nor do you know what else Miraidon has stolen from him. “Now you’re making me feel like I’m the selfish jerk here.”

You blink a few times, but when your mouth fumbles for something to say, Arven rips his sandwich in half and holds it out to you.

“Here,” he sighs again. “You can have half of mine. But you’d better savor every last bite.”

You smile again and nod, accepting the sandwich half. He doesn’t bother watching to see if you like it – hmph.

Soon you’re both done with your respective sandwich halves, and he really needs you to get moving so he can do what he really came here for. Maybe if he started to pack up, you’d get the hint. When you motion to help fold the tablecloth, Arven shoos you away. Geez, can’t you be bothered to be selfish for one second? You find the Titan Pokémon, defeat the Titan Pokémon, give away your dinner, and are going to help with the dishes too?!

“Oh, don’t worry about cleaning up, I’ll take care of it,” Arven says. “But I suppose if you want to help, I’d be much obliged if you started looking for the next Herba Mystica.”

And you actually agree.

Arven blinks a few times, returning your wave as you bound off into the night.

Huh.

You’re pretty nice, aren’t you…?

He bites his lip. Maybe you really did just help him out because you’re a good person. He lets out a sigh.

“I really owe you one,” he mutters to himself, as he pulls the Poké Ball out of his bag. Though he knows you’ve already left, he glances around just in case. His thoughts fully turn to what he really came here for. “Okay, the coast is clear. You can come out now.”

 ***

 “Did you get a good look at its face, though? I didn’t expect a Titan to be such a li’l cutie!” Arven says. He wants to call you a li’l cutie, what with how sweet and shiny your little smile was, but he settles for calling you his little buddy instead. He prepares four sandwiches, and when you raise an eyebrow at him, Arven feels a hint of red seep into his cheeks.

“O-one is to-go,” he lies. “And the other one, uh…”

You add a smirk to your raised eyebrow, and his blush deepens despite himself.

“I definitely, absolutely, did not make extra so that brute could have a sandwich, okay?” he huffs. You respond with a sarcastic ‘mmhmm’, which for some reason makes his insides twist.

Miraidon inhales the stupid sandwich whole, again, but at least he got to catch your expression after your first bite this time. You seem to like it. That’s a relief.

“Wow, this is really good Arven!” you enthuse with your shiny little smile and crumbs on your cheeks, and that makes his insides twist even tighter. Usually he’d simply agree and move on with his life, so he’s not sure why time seems to snag when he’s around you.

While he’s searching for something to say, suddenly Arven’s composure cracks when Miraidon goes for the last sandwich.

He can’t have that.

He CANNOT HAVE THAT.

“That’s not for you!” he bursts out, causing you and Miraidon to jump as his shout fades from the cave walls. Miraidon shirks back as Arven quickly snatches the sandwich from the plate. Your eyes are wide, and there’s a small pang of guilt tugging at his gut for being the reason for that fear on your face.

“I, sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled,” Arven says meekly. When you don’t say anything, just nod after a moment, he bites the inside of his cheek.

As the last echo of ‘he can’t have that’ finally fades from his mind, Arven lets out a sigh. He calculates and derives and estimates, but finally thinks that maybe… maybe it would be fine. If you knew.

Arven didn’t have any intention of sharing his deep dark backstory, but he supposes he could share with you. He kind of wants you to know, maybe it would be more bearable to not be the only one holding onto this pain. You deserve to know, now that you’ve helped him out thus far.

So, he lets Mabosstiff out of his Poké Ball. He shares what happened, and you listen intently. He can’t seem to meet your gaze, for some reason. Would you call him stupid? Unimportant? Would you leave him too?

“He’s the only thing that I really care about.”

The words slip so quietly from his lips, as gently and inconsequentially as water melts from a frozen branch when the backdrop is the sun. He isn’t sure what else to say, or why he said so much. He nearly jumps out of his skin when you suddenly pat his arm – a little awkwardly – and say,

“I’ll help.”

He meets your gaze. The intensity in your eyes is as fiery and as bright as cloudless dawn. Now it makes more sense why everyone talks about you, why everyone wants to be around you.

“I’ll help you,” you repeat. “I’ll help you find the rest of the Herba Mystica.”

It’s not that Arven ever bothers to hide who he really is (he’s been called weird and strange many times), and yet that hardened something within him seems to crack when you look at him like that, when you say something like that.

“Thank you,” is all he can manage to reply.

You nod, removing your hand from his sleeve.

Thank you… he repeats in his mind. Thank you. How can he thank you? What does gratitude look like? What does care look like? What does importance look like?

“H-have you eaten?” Arven asks suddenly, eyes flicking between yours.

You smile, eyebrow raised again. Did he say something stupid? Have you ever stood this close before?

“Um, yeah,” you say. Oh. “I just ate your sandwich.”

Oh yeah.

“Oh yeah.”

You blink. Arven blinks. Have you always had those little freckles on your nose?

“R-right!” he finally spits out. “W-well let’s get on it then, yeah? Only three more to go!”

He flashes a shiny smile at you, unsure of why his heart is pounding so fast, nor why his skin seems to tingle where you touched.

 ***

 “Ever since I teamed up with you, good things keep happening!” Arven exclaims, jumping up and down. That makes you laugh – the first time he’s heard it – and now he kind of wants to do everything he can to make you laugh again.

So he jokes and he’s a little more weird than normal and it works. It works, and he smiles because it works, and he smiles because you smile. He smiles and you smile and Mabosstiff is smiling too. It’s weak, and it’s small, but it’s the most uplifting thing he’s seen in a long time. This is the most he’s smiled in such a long time, and a lot of it is thanks to you.

“Thank you,” Arven says, suddenly gripping your hands in his. He can’t help it, he can’t help the joy that’s spilling out of every pore. “So much, thank you!”

“Y-you’re welcome,” you reply bashfully, a bit of red staining your cheeks. He wonders why you’re blushing, and it isn’t until your hands fidget in his that he realizes how close you are. Your hands are so small in his, he wonders how long you’ll let you hold them.

“Oh, sorry,” he says, quickly releasing your hands, yet still reveling in the deep blush in your cheeks.

“That’s okay,” you stutter. “I-I’m glad Mabosstiff is feeling better.”

“Me too,” Arven says. “Only two more to go.”

 ***

 It was just meant to be a brief glance your way to make a silly joke about the Stony Cliff Titan and the Klawf sticks he was putting in this sandwich, but Arven’s breath catches when he sees you in a quiet moment.

You seem so… tired, the way your head so delicately leans against that beast, the way your eyelashes flutter closed in what you think is a private moment of reprieve. Your shoulders slump, and Arven wonders how heavy that backpack is that you’ve been carrying.

His brow furrows when he wonders how heavy your shoulders feel with everything you’re carrying. Tackling the gyms, always battling that psycho student council girl, whatever it was you’re doing with Team Star, then keeping up with your actual studies, all on top of having just moved here…

His hands pause.

And here you are, donating your time and talents to a guy you barely knew.

He chews on his cheek, trying to figure out what to say. How could he help someone like you? Someone so kind and capable and kind of beautiful, he’s just now noticing? You really are just helping him because you’re a good person – what’s in it for you? He shoved off a practically useless Pokémon onto you, and you just took it in stride. At least it can glide now, apparently. Arven drums his fingers on the tablecloth, watching your chest rise and fall with each slow breath. The lamplight catches the color in your eyes, and Arven wonders again if you’ve always been this beautiful.

He's not sure why his cheeks feel warmer, now that you’ve caught him staring.

“Hey, uh,” Arven coughs out, eyes flicking back to his hands. “Have you eaten yet?”

You shake your head, eyes flitting towards the sandwiches on the table.

“Here, this one’s on the house then,” Arven says, smiling and handing you a sandwich.

You take it, smile shining as you chirp out a ‘Thanks!’ like a little bird. It makes him smile too.

“Just don’t give it to that brute,” he added with a grunt.

“No promises,” you say, and that earns you a roll of the eyes.

He’s not sure what else to say, he just knows he wants to keep talking to you. He’s not one to often get tongue-tied, so he’s not sure why it so often happens around you. You barely take a bite of the sandwich before your Rotom phone suddenly rings.

“Hey, Cassiopeia here,” came a tinny voice. “How’s Operation Starfall going?”

“Um,” you reply. Your shoulders are stiff.

“Not that there’s a time limit, but the sooner we can finish off the last three, the better… Since you’ve only gotten through two so far…”

There’s a tense silence for a moment.

“I-I was just on my way to the next base,” you spit out.

“Great to hear, I’ll be in contact when you’re close.”

“Okay,” you say simply, and start gathering your things. “I’ll be there soon.”

“I’m counting on you.”

Arven’s not sure why his heart drops. Maybe it’s how guiltily you set the sandwich back onto its plate. Maybe it’s how rigidly you sling your backpack onto your shoulders. Maybe it’s how stiffly your hands brush off the lackadaisical crumbs from your shirt.

“I should get going,” you say.

And maybe his heart was on his sleeve more than he intended, because his expression makes you pause.

“O-or I could stay?” you say suddenly.

“What?”

“Do you, um,” you stammer. “I could stay? For a little bit longer? You just, um. You seemed sad.”

“No! No, that’s okay, you should get going,” he says. “Well, unless you want to?”

He wished he hadn’t asked, because he doesn’t like the thick pause that comes afterwards.

“O-or, you shou-“

“I should go-“ you say in unison.

Your eyes meet for another moment. Arven clears his throat.

“Just don’t forget about that last Titan!” he says, forcing a smile on his face. “I’m counting on you, little buddy!”

You pause, and something in your expression shifts. You don’t say another word when you hoist your backpack higher on your shoulders, then head out into the desert sand. As soon as you leave, Arven practically deflates, slumping onto the boulder beside Mabosstiff.

He’s heard you mention this operation before, but suddenly his skin prickles in frustration, especially when picturing your expression upon leaving. Why are you the one who has to do everything? Why are you the one that has to take down what’s basically an entire student rebellion? What are the academy’s faculty even bothering to do about Team Star?! Why do you have to leave him because of it?

…But then again, why are you the one that has to tackle the Titans for him? Arven rubs his hands over his face.

“I wonder how often she hears that,” Arven wonders aloud, patting Mabosstiff on the head, who lets out a curious grunt. “’I’m counting on you,’ I mean. People always need her for stuff. She shouldn’t have all of that pressure on her.”

Mabosstiff just grunts again.

He’s so close to the last Herba Mystica, and the herbs really are helping Mabosstiff, so he still needs your help… but…

Arven lets out another thoughtful sigh.

But maybe after that… he could… do something for you? Or something. Just… something to make you smile again. Or smile more. Or just something to help ease that slump in your shoulders.

You are his little buddy, after all.

 ***

 You’re both soaking wet and shivering from the False Dragon Titan, then the other False Dragon Titan, then from the storm outside the cave, but you’re both smiling. It was maybe a little too early to play some hardcore fetch, but Mabosstiff had been romping around the cave for a while. Arven said it was just the rain, but he knew you didn’t believe him when the tears kept pouring.

His tear tracks have since dried, and Mabosstiff and Miraidon are snoozing beside the makeshift fire he started. The storm doesn’t seem like it’ll be letting up anytime soon, but Arven doesn’t really mind since you look really pretty in the light of the fire you both could use a rest after felling the final Titan. You’ll get to the lighthouse lab soon enough, as Dad requested, but right now it was nice to just… sit. Alone with you.

“Are you cold?” he asks, and just as you knew when he was lying about him crying, he knows you’re lying when you shake your head. He rolls his eyes and pulls his winter jacket out of his backpack, draping it over your shoulders. “At least this is dry.”

You mutter out a sheepish ‘thank you’, and Arven nods, smiling lightly at how his coat practically swallows you whole.

“I should be the one thanking you,” he says as you adjust the coat around you. “For your help.”

Maybe it’s the euphoria of his best friend feeling healthy again, or maybe it’s the subdued atmosphere of the cave’s thick air, or maybe it’s some third thing, that Arven lets slip something he would usually keep hidden.

“You mean a lot to me,” he says suddenly. He’s not quite sure what he’s saying, or why he’s saying it. “Thank you, really.”

“You’re welcome,” you say, smile forming on your lips. You’re so cute in his coat. He wonders if you’re any warmer.

You sit in a peaceful silence, save the rain outside and the crackling of the fire. You rustle when you pull his coat tighter around your shoulders.

“If you’re still cold, I-I could, uh,” he stammers, words still spilling from his mouth like melting snow. He could what? His voice catches. “I could…”

I could hold you

I could hold you close to me

I could help keep you warm

“M-make you something else to eat? Something warm?” he finally spits out.

“That spicy Herba Mystica was more than warm enough,” you chuckle. “But thank you, Arven.”

His name sounds so sweet when it slips from your lips like that.

He isn’t able to revel in it long before your Rotom phone sounds its familiar ring.

“Hey! Where are you at now?” came the tinny voice.

“Lake Casseroya,” you say. ‘With Arven’ is what he wants you to add.

“How’s your gym circuit going? You’re so close! You should head to Montenevera next, I’m actually headed that way myself!”

“Okay, I’ll meet you there,” you say, and Arven’s brow furrows.

“Great! I’m counting on you!”

The click of the phone is a click of closure as you shake off Arven’s jacket with a quiet sigh.

You both stand, and you turn, just for Arven to catch your hand.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and your eyes widen at the question. “How have you been faring?”

Your eyes immediately well with tears – an expression that tightens Arven’s chest, that swirls guilt in his gut. The glassiness in your eyes formed their sheen as quickly as the rain hits the lake outside. How long have your tears been barely at bay?

Oh, little buddy… how could he have not even bothered to ask this until now? His brow furrows when you tear your gaze from his to look at a new text on your phone.

“N-Nemona is waiting for me,” you say suddenly. “She wants to be champions together s-so I have to… I want her to be happy. She needs my help. I’ll meet you at the lab afterwards.”

And with that you push his coat into his chest and run out of the cave, and Arven can only watch your retreating silhouette until its melds with the pouring rain.

His fists clench, heat welling within him.

That stupid student council girl, what was her name? It didn’t matter, but what mattered is how his chest tightened when someone’s stolen you away from him yet again. Didn’t she realize the world doesn’t revolve around Pokémon battles?! Did you even want to be a champion, or are you just doing the gym circuit because Nemona said you should? Had she ever even asked?

His heart dropped.

Had he ever even asked…?

Had he ever even asked about what the treasure was that you were looking for? Had he ever asked what was important to you? You’re running errands for everyone in Paldea, and his dad too, apparently, but was any of it anything you even wanted?

He wanted to think of you, of how to help you, but the thought of his father welled an overwhelming wave of anxiety in his chest. He had to be selfish for a little longer, at your expense. He pinches the bridge of his nose, patting Mabosstiff when he rests his head on Arven’s lap. This was supposed to be everything he wanted – his Pokémon was the only thing he cared about. But now with you and with Dad and with Area Zero…

Arven heaves out a deep sigh, as heavy as Lake Casseroya itself.

 ***

 It’s time. He’s collected Nemona and Penny, and now he just needs you before heading to Area Zero. Mabosstiff is barking away, jumping at his phone at the sound of your voice, but it just makes Arven’s chest tight.

 ***

 The student council president and the pipsqueak are snoozing soundly inside while you and Arven forage for snacks. Nemona was trying to secretly nurse an injury, but her suspicious lack of stamina didn’t go unnoticed by him. Penny wasn’t used to the treacherous landscape either, so spending the night in the third base of Area Zero seemed like a wise move. They had an incredibly strong team between the four of them, so there were plenty of Pokémon to keep watch while they slept and while you foraged close by.

“Do you need a break?” you ask.

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Arven replies, sighing as he stands straight. His back cracks as he leans backwards far enough to see the sky – or rather, the layer of fog that separated this world from the rest of Paldea.

The air between you has been tense since the final Titan, and Arven knows it’s mostly his fault. Maybe he feels guilty. Maybe he’s scared. Maybe he's had every emotion coursing through his veins and beating through his heart for the past few days. There’s you and his dad and… well, mainly that was it. But there were so many combinations of those two things, of those two people, that made his head feel like radio static the entire time he’s been in this forsaken place.

“Do you want to go back in?” you ask, stepping over to him. Your skin and eyes seem to glow as glitter floats around you. He wishes you weren’t so beautiful.

“No, it smells like mildew in there,” Arven says, snacking on a Sitrus berry he found.

There’s another tense pause between you.

“Arven,” you say suddenly. He feels like when Mabosstiff eats off the counter when he shouldn’t – he can barely look at you, but he does.

He wishes he hadn’t. While you don’t have the bags under your eyes like you used to, the sorrow in your gaze cracks his heart even further.

“Arven are you mad at me?” you ask, so brokenly.

“What?” he breathes out. “No, of course not, why would you think that?”

“You just… you’ve been distant. And distracted, I don’t know,” you say.

“I just have a lot on my mind, it’s not you,” he says. Only one of those things was a lie.

“You’re right, you’re right,” you say quickly, shaking your head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be selfish.”

“You’re not!” Arven blurts out. “You’re not selfish, don’t say that. You’re the least selfish person I know, honest.”

You shrug, and before he can stop himself, Arven is stepping towards you, gripping your shoulders in his hands.

“I mean it,” Arven says. “This has just been…”

The worst few days of my life

My dad loves you more than me

My dad loves Miraidon more than me

I’m scared of seeing my dad.

“I’m scared of seeing my dad,” he says.

He didn’t realize he had said it.

What is it about you that loosens his tongue like this? You’re confusion and clarity all in one.

“Arven,” you say again, and the determination in your voice draws him closer to you like a magnet. “Whatever happens,” you say, emotion catching in your throat. “Whatever happens I’ll be here for you, okay? I won’t leave you. I hope you can make amends with your dad but… but whatever happens I’m here for you.”

His heart can barely beat, as shattered as it is, and yet you try to mold it back together as you wrap your arms around him.

 ***

 “H-hey,” you say, gently closing the door behind you. Mabosstiff bolts off the bed to greet you, which is just enough distraction for Arven to wipe the tears from his face. In his defense, Mabosstiff hasn’t seen you since the events of Area Zero. When you finally manage to push the Pokémon off of you, you make your way to Arven, then gently sit beside him on the bed.

“Hi,” Arven replies thickly, trying to discreetly shove the bundles of tissues beneath his bed.

“How are you doing?” you ask. He wishes you wouldn’t look at him like that, with such genuine care in your eyes. When you so delicately set your hand on his arm, immediately everything comes flooding back – the memories and the feelings and the tears, so overwhelming that all he can do is turn to you, to fall into your arms, to sob into your shoulder as you wrap your arms around him.

Everything. The loneliness, the pain, the betrayal, the abandonment. What was he to his father? What was he to anyone? Was there anyone who cared? If his own mother left when he was born and his father left years ago too, who was he but a lump of rotting meat, just taking up space in a world so hastily moving towards the future?

He isn’t sure how long he’s crying into your shirt, nor how long you’ve been rubbing his back as you sit on his bed. Mabosstiff’s head is resting beside him, and Arven sniffles when he pushes his cold nose under Arven’s hand.

“I’m here for you,” you mumble into his hair, and Arven can barely manage a nod. You don’t seem to mind.

More time has passed, where now you’re cradling him in your arms, leaned against the wall beside his bed. The window is cracked, letting in the cool breeze of dusk. He pushes himself off of you, surprised to see your eyes are red too. You stare at one another, unsure of what to say. He rests his head on top of yours, since now your shoulder is soaked with tears. You sit there, beside one another, until dusk pulls into the night. Arven eye’s flutter open when you clear your throat.

What will you say? ‘Get over it’? ‘You should be proud to have a father like him’? ‘It’s no big deal’? How will you frame your sentence to hide the fact that the world lost his father, rather than the fact that he lost his father?

“Um, h-have you eaten yet?” you ask.

Has.

Has he

Has he eaten yet?

Arven blinks.

Has he…

He shakes his head.

“I brought some sandwiches,” you say. He nods, and you wiggle out from your spot on his bed and over to your bag. “They’re not as good as yours, of course, but I thought I’d try my hand at a new recipe.”

He meets you at the edge of the bed, where you hand off a sandwich. You got one for Mabosstiff, because of course you did, and when you look at him with such kind, hopeful eyes, Arven isn’t quite sure what to say.

“I know you’ve been through so much,” you say. “But you’ve got people who care about you and want to be there for you!”

You smile at him – that small, shiny smile, and Arven’s breath catches in his throat.

Thank you

This means so much to me

I feel so seen

So cared about

You’re so thoughtful

“I love you,” he says.

And something finally clicks.

That’s what this is – love.

You’re attentive and kind and you’re there for him. You’re here. You’re here, right now, holding him, and you have been for hours at this point. For days, for weeks.

You’re here.

You’re here, and, and, and and you help him and you think about him and he doesn’t have to beg for your attention and and… and.

“And you’re everything I’ve needed,” Arven says through a wet sniffle. His words are pouring out like a snowy peak’s river – building strength the further it travels, the further it warms. “I’ve been through a lot and you’ve been through a lot but you’re there for me and you help me and I want to help you and when I’m around you I feel supported and I think you’re so beautiful and-“

Arven keeps listing, and listing, and revealing every thought he’s crossed out in his mind until Mabosstiff lets out a whine, reminding him to breathe. Arven sucks in a breath, closes his mouth, eyes wide, now realizing that while he’s finally realized it to himself, he’s now realized it out loud to you.

“I love you,” he says again. “Sorry – was that? Was that a lot?” he sniffles.

And your smile isn’t like the sunset of a sepia-toned memory, but like the bright clear dawn of home and of comfort and of knowing that you’ll always be there. You lean in and press a gentle kiss to his cheek – it’s a little sloppy, and a little wet, but neither of you seem to mind.

“I love you too,” you say simply. “Now lets eat before the sandwich bread gets any soggier… or before you get any soggier.”

“Gross,” Arven says, smiling a free, warm, genuine smile for the first time in days. In years. As you head towards your bag, he risks another question. “Maybe after dinner, we could read something together? Or watch a movie or something? Just…just be together?”

“I’d love nothing more,” you say with that shiny smile as bright as the dawn. “Than to always be here, together with you.”

[jadeleechsupportgroup]

Rhapsody in Teal - 3

Rock, meet hard place. You can’t be out sick forever, but you have no earthly idea how you’ll make it through ten minutes of class without throwing up all over Crewel’s desk. You haven’t slept for more than two hours at a time in three days, and it’s turning you into the worst possible version of yourself.

On the morning of day four, you find a package on your doorstep. It’s a box, about the size of a basketball, wrapped in sky-blue paper. You carry it inside and set it on the kitchen table.

“Mrrr?” Grim’s nose twitches enough to wake him up. He rolls to his feet and stretches. “Snacks?”

“Not sure,” you mumble. You unwrap the paper and open the top of the box, carefully untwisting it from the complex series of origami folds holding it together. A card rests on top of a pile of crinkled paper strips.

I have enclosed some samples of other tea blends I think you will find enjoyable.

If you are feeling up to it, I will be going on a hike today.

Jade

“Not snacks,” you inform Grim.

He groans. “Yeah, I can tell. It’s just leaves. Booooring.” He meanders away to the kitchen.

You mull it over while you wait for the chocolate truffle blend to finish steeping. You feel like shit, and you don’t want to face people. But nature might not be the worst, and Jade doesn’t qualify as ‘people.’

The tea is really good.

You don’t have much in the way of outdoor stuff, so you throw on your gym uniform and shove a couple snacks in your backpack. You feel weird as you heave it onto one shoulder, but what’s the worst that could happen? The worst has already happened.

You’d be lying to say you aren’t afraid of a healthy percentage of these boys. They get into cafeteria fights over pasta, for fuck’s sake. You don’t want to see what they would do if they suddenly found out a girl was living amongst them. Even a girl who’s barely girl enough that passing for a boy hasn’t been all that hard.

A knock at the door interrupts your thoughts.

“Hi,” you say uncertainly.

Jade gives you a tiny wave. “Good morning,” he says. “How are you feeling?”

You don’t want to give him your life story, but you don’t want to lie, either. “Ish.”

“Fair enough.” His eyes land on the crumpled shreds of wrapping paper that Grim has taken to batting across the floor like a definitely-not-a cat. The tension in his face eases a little.

Was he worried about you?

“Shall we?”

You nod. “I’m probably not the fastest hiker, but I’ll try not to slow you down.”

“Oh, do not worry about that. I am not, either.”

It turns out that Jade is not exaggerating. He pauses to inspect most patches of dead trees and poke around in the undergrowth with a stick, but you don’t mind at all. It’s a nice, unhurried pace that gives him plenty of time to teach you about plants.

You rummage through your backpack and find a wayward notebook you forgot about, with a tooth-marked pencil wedged into the spiral spine. You flip past the latest page of harried notes and scribble a bit on the first blank sheet.

Maybe you liked drawing, before. Or painting. Or birdwatching. Or dancing after all. No muscle memory has kicked in, at all, for anything. You remember generic shit, like what dollars are vs thaumarks and that magic was more or less a fantasy in your world. You know what a car is and what a phone is. But anything specific went out the window.

Your eyes start to burn, and before you know it, blobs of water are landing on your doodle of the mushroom Jade is examining.

You give up on staying silent pretty much immediately. The book slides off your lap into the dirt as you use the sleeve of your uniform to absorb the evidence of your sadness. Then the wooden bench you’re sitting on bends (a little ominously) as Jade sits next to you.

“Sorry,” you say with a cough as you try to get yourself together.

“Please do not apologize.” The corner of a handkerchief enters your blotchy vision. It would be romantic if you weren’t such a goddamn mess right now. “You have been through quite a bit since your arrival here.”

You insist on using your sleeve as a kleenex as long as possible. “I can’t remember anything,” you mumble. “I can’t…remember anything about myself. Like, what I like. Stuff I’m good at. It’s all just gone.” Your voice starts to lose stability. “My friends. My family. Whether I even had one. Fuckin’ everything.”

You give up and take the handkerchief.

Jade remains silent, and you’re glad. There’s probably nothing he could say to make you feel better. Maybe you don’t want to feel better.

“Sorry,” you say again once you get your voice back under control. You sniffle. “I really like the tea you got me.” It feels even lamer aloud than it sounded in your head.

Jade emits a small laugh. “I hope I was able to guess some of your preferences correctly.”

“So far so good.” You take a deep breath that turns into a sigh. “I guess that’s one thing I like.”

“Then I believe you will recover the rest soon enough.” He keeps his focus on the dirt, the short, hay-colored grasses, and the dappled shadows from the trees overhead, but his fingers twitch a bit. Like he’s trying not to move his hand. “Perhaps you need to experience a variety of other things to trigger your memories.”

Good thing your face is already red. “Probably,” you admit quietly. “But…this is stupid.”

“Hm?”

“I’m kinda scared.” You pick up the notebook and shake some of the dirt off, hurriedly closing it before he has a chance to see its contents. “Like, of being bad at something. Making myself look dumb.” Apparently another thing you’re good at is being insecure.

“I doubt that you would,” Jade says kindly.

“Besides, I’ve got bigger problems now.” You roughly rub your eyes to stop them itching. “What am I gonna do? It’s only a matter of time before they all find out about me.” You draw your knees to your chest.

Jade mirrors your movements, though it looks a bit more ridiculous for him since he is so incredibly tall. “May I make a suggestion?”

“Sure.”

“You may wish to…take control of the situation, as it were,” he says slowly. “Rather than continue hiding it until others find out at an unknown time.”

You give a sarcastic, humorless laugh. “What, like, waltz into the school dance in a dress? I can already hear the record-scratch now.” You laugh a little more until you realize Jade is not laughing with you.

“Since you mention it,” he says a bit sheepishly, “I was hoping for something along those lines.”

Now you really blush. “You were gonna ask me out?” You bite back asking why, assuming it’s because among the various fish in the sea at school, you are a fairly singular choice. The lowest common denominator of 1.

Jade’s mouth forms a smile. “I would still like to, if you would allow me the opportunity.”

“Oh. Uh. I mean, I wasn’t…gonna go,” you say, stumbling over your words. “I don’t like dressing up. I think.” You squirm uncomfortably.

Jade unfolds himself so his legs stretch out more naturally again. “You could think of it as an experiment, if you like,” he suggests. “A continued study of your tastes and hobbies to discover what suits you.”

Why does this make you want to smile so badly? “I don’t know,” you say. Then, after a substantial pause, “I’ll think about it.”

1 | 2 | {3} | 4 | 5

[omgtheywereroomates]

Oh hello. Guess who’s back for now.

SADLY- this blog shall become multimedia! What does that mean? It means variety of stuff of different fandoms! Like Hyperfixations I have for like two weeks. Mainly because I have a lot of interests I wanted to show you guys. This blog will however still MAIN the Tio and Fawf stuff, but I also have..NEW STUFF! BEHOLD!

First a kinito doodle series, won’t be for long. Not going to be scheduled at all, just for giggles and comfort!

Then we have my deltarune stuff! This will be a series with questions soon, mainly just wanted to draw these guys!

Ask box is already open for these guys!

And finally yes! The main Mario series is getting LORE! Yaaaay! But that’ll be not today, I’ve drawn enough. Anyway have a luigi bye bye now

[sgcairo]

cairo i am begging you to write reader and irnes babysitting anastasiy

reader has younger siblings (right?) so they’re probably good with children and irnes is essentially all the clones’ big brother so

idk i think it be really sweet if anastasiy told reader that ‘big brother is really happy when you’re around’ or something

Ask and ye shall receive!

(And I have not decided if reader has siblings or not, that's up to you guys! They do hang around the kids back home though, so they wrangle gremlins all the time.)

Babysitting

With some turmoil going on overseas, Pantalone and Dottore have been called away to deal with a threat, leaving Irnes in charge of keeping the child alive. Which he's done before, it's easy enough!

Anastasiy is probably one of the most tame children ever fostered within the Fatui ranks. Quiet, always eats his vegetables, usually keeps to himself and is very agreeable to anything you ask of him (without reason, which Irnes does feel bad about). You find it a little peculiar, that he's not as rambunctious as the boys back home, especially given that the clones are straight up nutjobs and he's been around them so much. But he's cute, and when Irnes pulls you aside to come babysit with him... your superior officer can't exactly say no.

That's how you got here, sitting on the floor of the Regrator's office, the fire crackling merrily as Anastasiy sits across from you, doodling in a little notebook, one of the Doctor's journals open to a page on aranaras. You can't tell if he's copying from it or not until you notice the scribbles that are supposed to be handwriting. It's kind of cute, minus the fact that he's taking after the absolutely deranged Doctor, but hey- Irnes is also a byproduct of the deranged Doctor in question, so you can't really complain. In fact, when he hands you a sheet of paper and pushes some of his pencils over encouragingly, you're compelled to do your own drawing, glancing over at Irnes, who is currently occupying one of Pantalone's velvetine chairs, his cane propped up beside him and focus on the report that's piled in his lap, the pages close to falling over and scattering everywhere.

It's peaceful, and you can now say that you've been in the Regrator's office, which isn't an accomplishment you expected to claim.

You're fairly decent at drawing (at least that's what you tell yourself), so you decide to pick the most beautiful thing in the room to draw: Irnes. Today in particular, he's wearing an embroidered suit, which only adds to his charm, if you do say so yourself. Sketching him is easy enough- you don't have to worry about uneven or misshapen eyes, the mask more than covers it, and he's not moving around, capturing his wider shoulders and tapered waist the best you can. You even find yourself shading in the scars on his neck and cheek, trailing down his jaw and disappearing inside his collar. It's easy to get lost in such a rhythmic and relaxing activity, and you don't even realize Irnes is leaned over to look at your drawing until he chuckles, startling you out of your trance.

"You didn't tell me you were an artist, my dear."

"I'm not, really. It's a side hobby, at best."

"I must disagree! It's quite accurate, if I do say so myself... And a bit flattering, my dear."

"Flattering?"

"Surely you don't think I'm that attractive."

"...Irnes please."

"I'm joking, I'm joking, my dear!"

The rest of the afternoon is relatively quiet. Irnes eventually joins the two of you on the floor, claiming that his brain is leaking out of his ears (which gets a laugh from you), and lays down next to you, occasionally glancing over at you with the glee of a child seeing toys at the market. The child continues to draw, until he has a few pages of scribbles and aranaras (which are green blobs with hats, but it's too cute for you to laugh at), eventually putting it aside and instead wandering off to the bookshelf, pulling out his favorite book and flopping down next to Irnes.

It's weirdly relaxing, this domesticity.

"My dear, what's your opinion on hydraulics?"

"Sounds awfully pretentious."

"Exactly! Those Fontainians are obsessed with them, I will never understand the excitement around them. Electrical circuits are so much more effective when paired with high caliber pistons!"

"High caliber pistons, huh?"

"Well, backed by some well oiled motors, but yes! I'll have to show you sometime, my dear, it's rather mesmerizing to watch..."

Irnes continues to rant about Fontainian hydraulics, the child getting up again and instead coming to sit by you, still reading. He's still weirdly quiet, but Irnes is more than happy to fill the silence with an in depth explanation of how electrical circuits function, even scribbling a little diagram on a piece of paper nearby.

"Big brother really likes you."

"Hm?"

"Big brother talks about you a lot. He likes you lots."

"Does he?"

"Mhm!"

"Whatever are you two talking about over there?"

Irnes chuckled, noticing that you'd gotten distracted, not to mention that your face was a little pink.

"Nothing important- Keep talking!"

"Fine, fine! But I'll find out some day..."

Irnes is about to speak again when Anastasiy speaks up.

"You two should kiss."

...

Oh no.

[old-poptart]

birthday fic for @under-the-cherrytree !!

personal a/n: HOLA MI VIDA!!!!!! happy birthday!!! i hope your special day is full of blessings and hope and that you receive all that you deserve!! you are one of the most special and sweet people i have known and i feel honored just getting to talk to you!! it honestly feels like we've known each other for years now HWUHAUAHAHHA but hopefully we shall grow together as time passes! you deserve the world! may you wish many many MANY more!! MUAH I LOVE YOU 🫶🏼

warnings: none

pairing: wally darling x personalized reader

"a special day"

"are you readyyy~?" you heard wally's alluring voice ring in your ears. ten minutes ago, you were just on a small picnic with Mr. Darling himself. he prepared everything for you! a nice filling lunch, yummy drinks, sweet snacks, and dessert of course! and just for the birthday girl, he got you mint chip ice cream! how sweet of him~

the entire day, you two have been stuck together like glue. he took you to paint outside with him, apple picking, the picnic, what more could you want from this sweetie! something was missing though, the rest of the neighborhood. they were apparently super busy today. sally with rehearsals, barnaby practicing his tricks, howdy restocking the stolen apples, julie and frank inventing new games, poppy baking, so much to do!

wanting to yank off the blindfold that was doing it's job of blinding you, you impatiently blurted out "yes!! what's even going on anyways?" a quick sound of scattering and shuffling footsteps and familiar voices whispering "hurry! they're here! no not there-!!" filled you with curiosity. you couldn't take it any longer!!! the elvis like puppet gently removed your blindfold, revealing your vision to the world again.

"wait what's happening??" you stared blankly at the empty area you were facing, a chuckle escaping wally's mouth. "not there, angel! turn around" his voice got smaller as if it went further away, little did you know he was getting into position.

once you did as told, your face was written with pure shock and excitement. "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL!" all of your friends yelled out, colorful confetti canons being blasted. my gosh, the effort put into all of this! the banners, the decorations, the lights, music, balloons, ribbons, it's perfect! no wonder why they were so 'busy', and that's why he was with you all day long! from dusk till dawn he was by your side to keep the surprise from being spoiled.

"oh my goodness!! thank you so much you guys!!" your cheeks filled up with warmth as you smiled from ear to ear, taking in all of this wonderful scenery. wally walked up to you with a present, it was nicely wrapped with light pink wrapping paper and green ribbon with red hearts doodled all over the box.

"i think you should open this one first, it's from me" he looked at you softly, then looking away after realizing how embarrassed he felt. accepting his gift and a thank you, you opened the gift. you couldn't believe what was its contents.

inside the box were three things; a mini photo album of the memories with all your friends but mostly you and him with the cover saying 'A + W ' inside a heart, a cute gold necklace with a bell as the charm, and a letter. opening the letter, you were absorbed with what contained it. his love for you poured itself all over the paper and to be honest, a feeble paper wasn't enough to confess his immense love for you, so he used two.

the sweet note ended in the most important question, "will you be mine on this special day?". no hesitation was included in your words and gestures, you immediately tackled him onto the ground and repeatedly replying with "yes!!! yess!!!!", kisses accompanying your words.

hugging you back, he pulled you up with the most beautiful smile he has ever smiled. "may i have the honors, angel darling~?" he held up the necklace to put around your neck.

"of course, sweetheart" you smiled, he was so special.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND HAVE A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERMOSAAAA!!!!!!

-ooga :D

[tartppola]

Fine day, if I may leave a message (that I wish shall lift the sides of your lips for today), I would like to say,

YOUR SILVER AND YUULIS COMICS ARE SO!!!! DCRUMPTIOUS I AM SO EMOTIONALLY INVESTED IN IT ESPECIALLY THEM AS KIDS ITS SO ❤️😭 that i wanna go cROOWWOmpCHustomMMRP (I tries making it slubd like the sound im making rn and im not sure if its fallin thru) BUT YEAH I LOVE IT

Especially like,,, lilia and your yuu??? I wanna see more from them honestly the dynamic is so funny like its just the rhing youll take out to get a good laugh on before going on to the rest of your day + your yuu is just so interesting in general that i wanna know more of them and their syory in general and plus,, your art????

Your art is so cute, irs simple, sure but i can see it, the absolute hardwork in it and how it feels so special that when i see it, i know its yours and not anyone else??? Bc its kind of ingrained in a way plus it looks so,, warm? And nice i cant explain it eloquently enough rn mb mb 😭 but i hope the sincerity and genuinity comes through plus how dare you make me so invested in ace + deuce+ yuu so much more like?????? I can't believe youve done this to me and now w how much im invested bc each time i see your artwork of those three (+ grim) its now lowkey ngl my oasis in a scorching desert because i barely see content for them and stuff so now when i see your work i just go !!!!OHHHH!!! Whooooahh!!! Or just :) its them! (Cue me kicking my feet later about it when i think about it)

Oh and if i remember righr??? YOUR KALIM COMIC!! i think its the first one i saw from you the hiwagang ganda(?) Or somrthing where kalim just goes ... wow... while seeing yuu in a crowd and stuff its so cute and everything began falling for me there bc then you began hunting my recommendations feed and im so glad you did thank you, blessed, tskr, and I hope you have a nice day and everytime you finish a drawing you will always smile and feel content

And also i think i recall a post from you making a copypasta(?) Of lyrics and that was so weirdly funny in a way that for the next weeks of it, whenever i think of it i just smile like,,,?? AHHAHA but anyways sleep well and tqke care od youtself and everything and sorry if i gave you a syroke w this 😭 (like the misspells and stuff)

AHSGSHHFKF omg!! sorry this took so ling to respond i get like super overwhelmed when i see big blocks of text but aaaaa tysm!!!!

i’m so honored that you feel that way about my art hhhabdkf ngl i haven’t been able to do more than doodles as of late cus of college + zines but im so glad you still like my silly littol doodles uhuhuhu

i’m also glad that you’ve taken a liking to my guy yuulis uhuhehdhf theyre just my silly little guy! NOT GONNA LIE.....they don’t have that much lore HAHDHAHHDD ( only like super close oomfs know their lore 👁👁 ) but I do have a separate canon divergent version of ch.7 where I hamfist Yuulis lore into it HAGDHAHAHA but I want to see how ch.7 goes first before finalizing it.

and also aaa i’m so glad you like the Young Silver + Lilia comics! they’ve been such a comfort to draw and think about lately hhgrhg

AND IM ESPECIALLY GLAD IVE INFECTED U WITH THE ADEUYUU BRAINWORMS EHHEHEAAAARGHH Ace and Deuce compared to other characters are already so,, so hard to find individually,,,ITS ALSO EVEN HARDR TO FIND STUFF OF THEM AS A COLLECTIVE UUUHUHUHU,,, i’ll definitely draw them more!

[stressghoul]

HII!!! ITS ME AGAIN, fellow stressed ghestie, how are you today?? Have you had water?? A nice meal?? Enough sleep?? Make sure to take a nap if it helps!! I like doodling in between classes to take my mind off things— I WAS FEELING ANXIOUS THE OTHER DAY AND A FELLOW GHESTIE SUGGESTED SOME HEADCANONS!!

Whoever it is you like most (i.e. copia) write down how you think they would react to you in that moment!! Stressed? Copia would probably bring you a nice warm cup of tea or anything you like, some of your favorite snacks, he would cover you with a fuzzy blanket and bring some books to read to you, or maybe sit and talk about things you both like!!

It's such a cute idea and it made me feel so much better and then I got ALL A's ON MY TESTS I WAS SO HAPPY AFTER!! best of luck to you and your studies!!!! :) I shall keep checking in hehe

hello @bluravenite <33

i am doing okay. i am very tired and spent much time rotting in procrastination. i have had water, and I had a big ass chicken kebab for dinner ty for asking. I'm struggling to nap these days which is weird for me. is it the anxiety? its probs the anxiety.

ironic u say then what copia would do if u were stressed hahaha oh man. I've thought about that a lot. probably every day if I'm honest. what I would give for him to lie next to me under a blankie and stroke my back saying that he will be with me every step of the way. that he will protect me. that he will be there when no one else is. can u tell I'm lonely? anyways.

I AM SO PROUD OF U WOOOOW (Copia would be too!!!) tysm I need all the luck I can get <33

[em-mermaid]

Ah but Em, have you seen the etho properganda? If not... well... maybe I could... idk... create some... *slides a doodle bribe over the table* what do you say? A vote for the ethogirls? (Im happy to draw a hermit for you as a bribe if you're interested:D)

-🍂

Hello lovely leaf anon,

I have pondered your suggestion and after much deliberation, I have decided to accept your offer (bribe). Let me tell you, midnight!mumbo alone put up enough of a fight in my mind, not to mention the many many other fics and art of him that I hold so close to my heart. But today I shall cast an etho vote for the ethogirls. Please accept this vote in exchange for a gem doodle (if you wanna doodle a gem). May the sexiest man* win!

[joshscurlyhair]

☽ 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕪 - 𝕛𝕒𝕜𝕖 ☽

Summary: Meet Destiny, Destiny is mostly found on her time either in bookstores or in coffee shops. Destiny has decided to enroll in her first-ever in-person college class with a dream of majoring in journaling. What happens when she meets Jake who happens to be in her same class?

Warnings: language

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I flip the pages from my book while sipping on my latte which filled my mouth with heat but also made me feel so cozy. My eyes read through every word on the page making it like a movie in my head. I took another sip of my latte and tasted the instant lavender that made me feel right at home and where my all my flowers were.

I felt a buzz from my phone and saw a new email that read,

" JOURN 010 in-person classes start tomorrow @12 - 2pm! "

I smiled and started to wonder how the class will turn out to be.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP

I groan from my loud alarm instantly making me jolt up in bed. I sat in bed for a few minutes scrolling on my phone looking at Pinterest trying to get some inspiration for my day today.

When I was done looking at my Pinterest feed I got up and started to get ready, dressing in some black jeans, boots, and one of my favorite fuzzy coats that I couldn't get enough of.

I did my usual makeup routine which consisted of blasting music and getting ready while singing.

After putting some setting spray on my face I brushed through my blue-dyed hair and then put on some jewelry that consisted of some rings and my favorite necklace. I peeked at my phone and saw it read ' 11:15 am ', I quickly started to get my bookbag around putting in the essentials which consisted of a pencil case and a notebook. I also brought my drawing notebook that I would bring with me absolutely everywhere. I headed downstairs and poured the already-boiled water into my Yeti cup then placed a Chamollie teabag inside.

I got my keys and drove off to campus blasting some music to get me in the mood. I sang along to the songs that blasted through my speakers until I eventually arrived on campus. Once I arrived at my campus I grabbed my bookbag, Yeti cup, and my drawing notebook. The wind whistled in the air making a chill form down my spine as I held my warm mug closer to me and dug my chin closer into my fuzzy coat.

I skimmed through the hallways looking at every room number until I eventually found mine. After about five minutes of skimming, I found my class and headed inside, nobody appeared in the class. "It's always nice to be early ", I whisper to myself then taking a seat in the middle of the class. I sat my materials out and waited for the remainder of the time doodling in my notebook and sipping my Chamolie tea.

I slightly jump at the sudden sound of the heavy door opening, I look up and see the professor walking in with a folder and some papers. " Good afternoon ", He says and I say it back. Now the class was getting filled with students coming in. I kept on doodling minding my own business in my own world filling the void with my sketches.

" Alright, I think that's about everyone. I'm Professor Smith and this is JOURN 010. Well, let's start with the syllabus quickly here it's pretty straightforward. "

I continued to doodle as the professor talked through the syllabus. "- Great now let's start on our first assignment, shall we? ", my head looked up at the professor now. Everyone's heads turned looking at the door that abruptly opened and revealed a guy who was dressed in all black and that was wearing sunglasses. The professor stopped talking and everyone's eyes were on him.

Damn, he's handsome

He had a smug look on his face and took a seat two seats across from me. My heart started beating now feeling his presence next to me. " And your name is ? ", The professor asks in a snarky way. " Jake. Jake Kiszka, would you like me to spell it out for you? ". There were a couple of oooo's that filled the room and mostly everyone had their mouths opened. "Let's hope you don't give me trouble this semester Kiszka, " The professor says then continues on with his directions on the assignment, it seemed like I was the only one that was pretty much listening everyone was heard talking amongst others. " Chatty class huh? I was gonna give you all the opportunity to pick your own partner for the assignment since you're all adults, butt I suppose I'll have to assign partners this time ", the class groans, I smirk knowing this is gonna make myself look good.

The professor begins to call names for partner pairings as I listened and anxiously waited to see who I was gonna pair up with. "...Destiny and Jake". I look to my side where Jake was seen reading and looking up from his book when he heard his name. He looked at me and I looked away immediately getting butterflies.

The professor talks for the rest of the time about the assignment and sometimes got off track which made the whole class basically almost end up falling asleep.

"-Alright, class is dismissed! Get your partner's contact information and begin on the project asap " The professor finishes pretty straightforwardly. I looked at my side to Jake and saw him packing up his materials. " Any plans today? " He says smirking while putting his computer and book away in his bag. " Uhh not really ", I say being completely honest. " Would you want to go to the library and start on this project? ", " Sure," I say with a smile then swung my backpack strap across my shoulder.

We begin walking together to the library in silence, we walked to the elevator and headed inside in order to get to the first floor where the library was. For the remainder of the ride down I was on my phone avoiding the awkwardness, I could see in the corner of my eye that he was most definitely eyeing me up and down.

DING

The elevator doors opened for us and we both started walking until we reached to the library. We arrived at the library and picked a spot that showed some sun shining on the table. We both sat our stuff down and sat down on the comfortable padded booth table that was provided. I then laid out my materials avoiding eye contact because I was nervous, as he did the same laying out his materials which were very minimum that consisted of just only his computer and a few pencils that were dull to the point of breaking. Once we both laid out our materials we then both stared at each other for what seemed like forever.

It turns to night, fire light Star shines in her eye

' I hope he doesn't give me trouble for this assignment ' I say in my head. " I like your hair.. Destiny right? ", he says smiling and then looking down slightly blushing. I blush and couldn't help but smile, " Thank you, and yes". I then placed my blank notebook in the middle of the table ready to write any brainstorming ideas. I had my pencil ready on the paper writing a few things that came to mind, once I finished writing my few ideas I looked up at Jake who was reading his book not paying attention. I cleared my throat trying to make him look up. He looked up and noticed, " Look, I have no interest in putting down my ideas. I was thinking you just tell me what to wri- ", " Then why you wanted to come to the library together? " I say immediately raising my eyebrow at him. He pauses and looks at me for a few seconds, " Look you have to participate. It's a PARTNER project, if one doesn't comply then we both get a zero " I say as he still looks at me as if he was contemplating. He exhales an " Okay.. I'll do it for you " He says winking at me.

Why was that really attractive?

He then began to write some things down

" Wow, these are some really good ideas, damn better than mine, " I say looking up at Jake. He smirks in response. " Okay I can start the PowerPoint right now, I'll share it with you, " I say as I made a blank PowerPoint at first and then shared it to his email.

As I was putting some of my ideas onto the slides I could feel Jake's gaze on me, I look up and smirked. " Like the view? " I say chuckling, " Oh very much " He responded back giving a smirk back. The rest of the time was quiet as we were putting in our parts and filling in the slideshow.

" I'm gonna have to head out, my band needs me for practice," he says.

Ooooo he's in a band?

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The Next Week:

I sat in class anxiously waiting for Jake to appear needing him to be here today to finish our project since it's due tomorrow.

The professor started talking starting class, I looked down sad that Jake wasn't gonna be there it looked like. I heard a door open and saw Jake appear, he was wearing blue jeans and a loose denim shirt along with a necklace.

This man is so fine

He winked at me and I silently chuckled and looked down blushing. The professor groaned at Jake, " You were saying, professor? " Jake replied back as there were some chuckles in the back. The professor rolled his eyes and continued with what he was saying.

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Me and Jake headed to the library after class in the same spot we were last week and began making final adjustments to our project. I started to edit my portion first but couldn't help but feel Jake's gaze on me. " You're so beautiful," he says out of nowhere. I started to blush and said a thank you.

She makes me feel like I'm alive

Jake then begins editing his portion of his slides. " I've seen your drawings, they're beautiful just like you ", I start to blush like crazy. " Maybe I can be a model for some of your drawings, " He says playfully winking at me as I chuckle.

Once Jake was done with his portion I began to take a second look at our slideshow. Jake then starts to write something on a small slip of paper. I thought nothing of it and began finishing up reading the slides. " I think we got this in the bag, " I say confidently. " Well, it's been my pleasure working alongside you, and most importantly getting to know your beautiful self. See ya next week nerd " He says handing a slip of paper with his number on it then winking at me playfully.

Oh my gosh Jake Kiszka just gave me his number