#anyways yeah here you go the sketch all colored in smiles

[moth-party]

I’d be pissed too if i was falsely accused of murder, tried as guilty, sent to the electric chair only to be taken in by a hypercapitalist SCP ass corporation and turned into a fish

[papercraneswemade]

I had another thought (I love NPC! User AU so much because there's so many dynamics you can explore) but imagine you're a florist and this purple-haired smooth talked walked inside, flashed a smile and ordered a bouquet, paying it with a black card.

You began to wonder just who this man was before you gasped in realization. This is Rafayel! That one painter you're immensely jealous of because how did someone even become a successful artist at such a young age?!

After he paid, he thanked you and walked out. You looked at the card machine and realized his card was still stuck inside the slot, and quickly ran to catch up with him. Thank goodness he was painting in a local park.

You were about to go give him his card back when you stood frozen in shock, the sight in front of you was enough to send any florist into a cardiac arrest.

Rafayel took the flowers out of the bouquet, crushing them petal by petal before putting them in different jars of warm water, its colors steeping.

'My masterpiece... My beautiful masterpiece...' You thought, covering your mouth in disbelief as if you had witnessed a mass murder (which, in a way, you kinda did). It didn't help that you meticulously arranged these flowers as an appreciative gesture for his artworks that you adored.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stomped your way over to him, pointing at the crushed flowers in his hands, demanding answers.

He simply shrugged, "I paid for these already, I can feed these to a goat if I wanted to."

You dangled his card in front of him, "oh?"

He quickly put his hands on his pockets and rummaged around before pouting, "hey, give it back!"

Long story short, he sulked as he apologized for using your beautiful flowers to make natural watercolor paint, promising not to do it again.

You huffed, crossing your arms as you asked why he wanted to make paint instead of buying some. Well, he was rich anyway, right?

At first he was hesitant, before he sighed in defeat, explaining that this one particular painting was done to honor someone's memory. You whipped your head aside to look at the sketch, seeing a familiar face.

The Deepspace hunter that died during a rescue mission while protecting injured people from a Wanderer's attack. Her face was all over the news. People called her a hero. Even you couldn't help but feel a slight loss for her.

You turned your gaze back to Rafayel, whose eyes clearly showed the pain he was hiding inside. Without giving much thought, you blurted, offering little comfort for the artist, "you can talk if you want."

He was quiet, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous idea, muttering, "fans wanting to know my business. As usual."

Offended and your pride wounded, you turned around and walked away, not even glancing back for the last time.

The next day, on your shift, you were arranging flowers on a vase, an activity you often do to relax and pass time on a slow day. The door opened, and lo and behold, Rafayel stepped inside, his lips pursed as he looked around.

Your mood soured instantly before you turned your nose up, "hmph. Sorry, we don't serve annoying arrogant brats."

Rafayel's face flashed an annoyed expression before he sighed, rubbing the back of his head, "I came here to apologize. I'm sorry for assuming you just wanted to satisfy your curiosity. But you have to understand that I have to play it safe or I could lose everything. I mean, have you met an average fangirl? The parasocial can be a bit... Yeah..."

You rolled your eyes before relenting, "yeah, I get it." You lied, "but I'm not your fan. I just happen to like your artwork, brat."

Rafayel spluttered, "I said I was sorry!"

Long story short, you and Rafayel slowly became closer, him having the courage to open himself up to you, and you having the courage to tell him your own ultimate dream.

You didn't tell him that you like him, you knew he needed time to heal. He didn't tell you that he likes you, because he was torn. On one hand he still loved his bodyguard dearly, and the memories they shared together.

But you. You gave him something he hadn't felt in a while. Hope. You made him wanted to dream again. Each day he opened his eyes, he did it because he couldn't wait to see you again. And before he knew it, on a tranquil morning, he was standing in front of Miss Bodyguard's gravestone, your handmade bouquet clutched on his hands as he stared down the name of his past love.

He closed his eyes, and for a moment the breeze felt like a parting kiss from her. He whispered, laying the flowers on her grave, "wish me luck."

You did your best to prepare for Rafayel's newest art exhibition. Being friends with him meant getting the VIP benefit for free, an opportunity you will not pass on. Thomas had warned you not to think too much of Rafayel's main exhibition, which he said to be a painting of the Deepspace Hunter, the one with the handmade watercolor.

You didn't mind even the slightest. You knew how suffocating grief can be, and if Rafayel used paint to get over it, who were you to judge?

You arrived early, and due to your VIP status, you got the chance to look around with Rafayel as he made sure every painting is spot on. He stopped in front of a painting, overlooking it.

You approached him, and your eyes were focused on Rafayel's satisfied expression rather than the painting itself. You grinned teasingly, "uh oh, I can smell that arrogance seeping through your pores."

He chuckled, "hey! A guy can be proud of his work, you know."

You joined in on the chuckling, "yeah, well, I guess having your own exhibition will make yo–"

Your eyes widened as you finally realized who was in the painting.

It was your portrait. A smiling you, holding your favorite flowers on one hand as you held a clipper on the other. He even got the details right, the bandage on your right pinky finger and the bunny apron you always use during your shift, even the sparkly pink hairclip.

You couldn't keep your eyes away, still in awe, not noticing Rafayel had stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He whispered, "go out with me?"

You spluttered, "excuse me?!"

He smugly replied, "go out with me."

Turning to face him, you mumbled, "what about her?"

His expression softened, "I loved her. That's true. But now I love you. As in, present tense. Get it?"

Your shoulders shook before you burst into laughter, "present tense? You're killing the mood."

He smiled, pressing his lips to the top of your head, "well?"

You wore a matching smile, "okay. I'll go out with you, brat."

He huffed out in amusement, checking his watch. He pulled away and took your hand, "come on. The expo's about to start. I gotta show my girl to the world."

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A/N: ahshahshshahhahsha this was so rushed but I just needed to get this idea out of my head cause it's been haunting me a lot,,, anyway sassy user x sassy raf will always be my fav rafayel trope 😋😋😋 hope y'all enjoyed this little read

[thepachy]

Some little wips

Just a very quick sketch/redraw of old Jacob now that i have tge perfect muse

Honestly i have no idea in which canon or au this is, like who survived, did the dep came or anything. Idk probably just the main old au

(the big spaces it’s because it’s missing parts)

In the new world. Joseph, the Father of what was once a big family walked to a distant place, away from his own garden, in the remaining mountains of the old Hope county

The old man walked to a sort of cabin, build by the two men he came seek for a possible help. He looked around at the porch, the little garden, some dog houses here and there. Rustic but they made it their home. Joseph continued his way toward the side of the house to where he saw one of the men. Still thin but looking healthier, with a kind of mullet like his younger days. There, trying to paint with some rudimentary paint he made. The old Father walked closer and let out a little greeting. "Oh ? Joseph ?" The man turned and gave him a little smile. The man was older, his burned marks still there but healed after so many years. They were placed at the same spots as his partner and the similarities made Joseph smile. All the more so as, as he grew older, the old painter’s beard became ginger. What was a little spot few years ago, grew to almost all his chin.

E- What is this visit worth, dear ?

J -i wanted to come visit you two. It’s been a while

-yeah… a while. so how’s the others ? In your new Eden ?

-it’s going well. My son can be difficult sometimes but one day he’ll grow in maturity, I’m sure

-Ethan ? The very few times i saw this one he looked like a little troublemaker

-sure he can be… and how are you ? You two are… pretty nice here uh ?

-yeah we sure are. Jacob really managed to build our own little Eden

-i see it. And where is The man ?

-oh, him ? Hunting our dinner with his pack

-his pack ? What did i missed ?

-well, while you were rebuilding your family and new Eden, the old man decided to uh… return to his experiences

-the judges ?

-yeah kinda but no. He made a bond with a little pack, raising them and all. Truly impressive if i wasn’t the one having to clean their mess

-i see you still paint ?

-yeah i try to do with what i have. Try making my own paint and yeah try to paint with the fingers i have left

-oh… what happened to these ?

-these ? A trap. Or maybe a wolf, i don’t remember well. Oh but look who’s finally here !"

Here came the mountain man in all his glory. The old wolf came from the woods with his little pack and a buck on his shoulders. He looked stronger, well fed like if he was scared he had to eat someone else. The old age made him hairier and loose his colors, more grey and white but some ginger hair were still visible. He aged well, we could say.

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E- Joseph we told you that we both decided to quit all this a while ago. So we’re no-

Ja- I’m still the one deciding here in case you forgot ! I told you that if you needed something I’ll still be there okay ?

Jo- i appreciate brother.

E- but we-

Ja- we will find a solution okay ?

E- okay. Whatever you do, I’ll follow you

Ja- i know, honey…

Jo- Listen brother, i just want you to come check us as you rarely do it and by the way help us find a way for the security

Ja- the security ?

Jo- yes. Recently, strangers came to steal things and i refuse to let’s them harm my family

E- yeah it’s true being pacifist doesn’t really help in that, uh ?

Jo- no. So i just want you to come and maybe help me find a better solution, okay ?

Ja- …. Fine

Jo- thank you broth-

Ja- BUT. My husband and I will com-

E- wait wow! Husband ?

Ja- what now ?

E- so we spent almost 10 years here alone without doing nothing about this because you didn’t wanted to make any celebration and then your brother comes and you say we’re husbands just like that ?!

Ja- … surprise ? Anyway, so we’ll come with you, find a solution then come back to our Eden. Understood ?

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Jo- thank you very much my chil-

E- Don’t. Don’t call me like that.

Jo- … excuse me…

E- I’ll go prepare this buck and clean the pack. Give me this… and uh, do your things.

Ja- thanks honey…

…

Jo- so he’s still angry at me uh ?… with how he greeted me earlier, i though maybe he-

Ja- you know he’ll never forgive you, Joseph.

Jo- … i can understand

Ja- you can’t. You’re not the one who spent 6 years locked in the same bunker as him, seeing how he hated himself for all the things we had done and forced him to do. You’re not the one who had to see his guilt for keeping me alive, literally eating himself alive.

-brother i know how hard it was

-listen. I decided to sacrifice a lot okay. Just like you and just like my man sacrificed everything to keep me on this earth, that’s why i took the hard decision to move away from you… so we’ll come to help you and the others because they’re still part of the family but you’re little trick to bring us back to your flock will not work, you hear me ? I finally have another reason to live other than war so I’ll not let you put me in another one.

-… fine. You help me and my Eden then I’ll leave you to yours

-good.

…

now come inside and stay for the night but quickly. Before the pack start eating our dinner

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That’s it for now !

[kkalimarii]

GOD IS GOOOOOOODD 🤭 GOD IS GOOOD!! BOOM SHACKALACKAAA cause in this situation I devour yiur leech twins art AND THERE PARENTS GOD DAMN

ANYWAYS DO YOU HAVE ANY CUTE OR SMALL DETAILS YOU HAVE EVER DRAWN IN ANY OF YOUR ART PIECES?! Its my fav thing to see or figure out about artists to see if they added any cute or small details or acessories as extra parts! Continue to work and draw hard! I aspire to be as awesomesauce like you!!

AAAAAAAA TYSM LOVE 🥹 u are freaking AWESOMESAUCE the way that you already are right now

i wish i could say that i have a special quirk…but im unfortunately kind of a boring person 😓…

maybe i can interest you with patterns i have while drawing and what i consider when drawing specific characters?

while i draw:

-can i be honest? i have no idea what i’m doing. when i render hair (especially if im faded) its like i blink and then i did all of it. don’t know how i did it, i couldnt give a tutorial if i tried

-i like to add saturated red lines randomly to everything! i know there are rules to this, but when it comes to my art i sort of yolo everything (i really shouldn’t). does it look good or does it look bad when i place it here? thats really the only question i consider, but usually it’s in areas where i notice the coloring is repetitive, and it needs an outline to make it pop.

-twst taught me this first, but i really like adding a light blue to where a dark shadow will be. for example, in hair (for the back of it) i like to add a lighter blue instead of darkening the shadow, imo, it makes it less repetitive and pop out more

-my favorite (well, i hate actually doing them, it takes ages) types of pieces when i finish them, are the ones with multiple poses of a character and then a chibi interaction! like with jade’s halloween outfit, i envisioned floyd helping him get his hair done, waking up at the crack ass of dawn (tired as fuck)

-my artwork is very blue… i just love using blue most of the time. for the saturated color laying overtop an already blue toned black dress? yeah it’s gonna be blue. the back of the hair? light blue. i just feel like it’s the easiest color to use for shading 💀

-i don’t usually draw a white dot to represent light in the eyes. the only reason i specifically talk about this is because i TRY. i always try adding a white dot and no matter what i don’t like it. no clue why

-i rarely post line-art/sketches (in comparison to my fully rendered art), this is because i fix EVERYTHING when i render. the anatomy, the hair, the posing. i can’t see my mistakes until it’s halfway done in full color and almost completed shading 😓

-(random complaint): i’m noticing a problem where the colors seem super saturated in procreate and then it just becomes really dulled down when i post it…idk whats wrong with my eyeballs

character design:

-for leech mom: i really try to balance her sexy, scary side with her cute, bubbly mom side. when i first made her, i never even considered making a leech dad. i just thought, “jade and floyd’s mom would probably be super hot…” and that’s how she was made ^^. pearls are always a must on her, i think in every piece i have of her so far she’s wearing pearls in some way. the idea of her that i always go in with when i draw her is that she’s supposed to come off as someone that would converse very cheerily, have an upbeat attitude, but you there’s something that intimidates you about her… she gives off: will smile kindly while tearing your heart out

-jade and floyd: i like to give jade a darker blue palette than floyd! maybe my eyes decieve me, but i always feel like jade’s hair looks a darker shade of teal… i could be tripping. also, i do try to take into account most times that jade has broader shoulders and floyd is slightly taller! this is just a random tidbit lol, it never affects much really. also, i do make them more muscular whenever i draw them. i know they’re lanky and i love them the way that they are but it’s just a personal preference (along with the fact that they both eat very well and are extremely active? like….) i also prefer drawing their teeth larger

-leech dad: i’m glad i came to the current design of leech dad, but i was freaking looooost when i redesigned him. the first time i made him, i hated it while drawing it. it was more of a, “whatever i drew the mom now i have to draw the dad..”. but now, i can say with 80% confidence i’m happy with the way he is. he was supposed to be more of a navy, but that navy is now mixed with tones of purple, because i can’t move the slider more towards cyan, he’ll just end up looking like leech mom. he had to also be cool toned, his kids have teal hair, so he can’t diverge from that too much right? it’s be weird if he had mostly warm tones in his palette… the things i think about when designing leech dad are: expensive (same with leech mom), old money, hot but slightly psycho looking face, looks like he has a hobby of collecting watches, but surprisingly a guy that’s not extremely moody (cough his wife and son) and well tempered

both him and his wife are giants. i hope that i properly convey that as well 🤣

[quibbs126]

if you havent yet, could you do an almond x latte fankid? i love that ship a lot :)

Here we are, this is Almond Milk Cookie

Funny enough, I was actually trying to go back and find this post after editing something, only to realize I never actually posted it and left it in drafts. Only for one day, but still

Anyways, so on to him

So Almond Milk here is a healer, using almost exclusively milk magic. He started out in Parfaedia, and spent a good portion of time there, until he switched over to the Vanilla Kingdom to learn healing magic, where he now works as a doctor

He’s a very friendly and kind sort, and he’s very dependable. Also, despite what some may think from his profession, he’s quite physically strong as well

However he is self conscious about not being made of “real milk”, instead being made from almonds, and he wonders if his false ingredient hinders his healing abilities. His mother has told him that whether or not his ingredient really counts as “real milk” doesn’t matter, but it’s never been something he’s able to let go. He doesn’t really make it that known anymore though, preferring to keep it to himself

Now on to design things

So I’ve had the name Almond Milk as an almondlatte kid idea for a good while now. Lattes are made of coffee and milk, and there exists a form of milk made of almonds, so it’s the obvious choice

Almond milk:

I made the initial rough sketch some months ago, so I don’t entirely remember the thought process behind it. But it looks nice, and like Latte’s but with one of Almond’s hair colors

I’m not sure why I gave him a thicker body type, but whatever, he has one. It’s not like I’m that good at drawing super skinny Cookies anyways

His outfit was originally going to be more hospital like, and probably somewhat closer to Butter Roll’s, until I decided that maybe I should make it more fantasy looking. Especially with all of my Almond kids generally having more modern looks to them, or at least in the way that Almond is “modern”, I don’t know the right word

The small cloak thing was a bit of a struggle, especially with his smile, but I eventually got something

In the sketch I gave his almond brooch something around it that looked nice, but I wasn’t really sure what it was going into the lineart, so I made it leaves. They probably shouldn’t have lines and should instead be solid green, but whatever

I gave him that spoon last minute in the sketch, since I remembered that as I said prior, I tend to not give my fankids accessories or tools anymore, and I wanted to rectify that. Unfortunately his pose didn’t really lend me well to putting it in his hands, so it’s just slapped on to the back. I’m also noticing now that the spoon itself it too small, at least on the bowl thing. But it’d be a big hassle to try and fix it, so I guess I’m stuck with it annoying the crap out of it

Oh yeah, so as mentioned earlier, I came to edit something in his design, that being his colors. Originally he looked like this

I liked the blue, and it does give him a color scheme unique from his parents, but my big problem was that the colors reminded me of Marcille from Dungeon Meshi. I don’t know if the outfit is exactly like hers, but it was bugging me, so I changed it. I think overall I like the new color scheme better, but I just wanted to mention the old one

I’m actually quite satisfied with how he turned out. Though granted I did have ideas going in about what to do with him, so that probably helped

Anyways, so that’s Almond Milk. I hope you like him

[darealstethan]

NEW CHAPTER OF WANT ME!!!

Slight inspo from @confuzzledcrow headcanons!!

Read on ao3 or below cut! (Please do read on ao3)

Ethan's POV

I sit in English, but my pen doesn't write words. Instead, my hand guides it to draw a masterpiece. My eyes land on a whole Benny face that is now covering a huge portion of the paper. I don't rip it out, I fold over the corner of the page to save for later. I've grown a collection of subconscious Benny drawings, I go on autopilot and let my brain do the work. And when I get home, I make sure to hang the loose line paper in on my closet door. Since the sleepover it been like this. Rory and I actually feel closer in a sense, and he doesn't hold anything against us. When I'm in class, I remember the imitate details. I remember how close we were, and the taste of salted popcorn, his soft skin, green puppy eyes-

"Mr. Morgan!" Eyes widening from the realization she is face to face with my love-filled page dedicated to Benny. I slam my book close and give a nervous smile.

"I'm so sorry" I whisper, sinking in my seat.

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The walk to meet Benny at the lockers was the best part of school now. We would only touch slightly, letting our pinkies linger around each other's. We smile, and we look. We will stare till I feel the heat in my cheeks, and I have to look away.

"Hey..." Just look at him, I'm blown away.

"He-hey, hey, hi." My palms are drenched in sweat. "Hey Benny." He chuckles, he chuckles and looks so dorkie doing it.

"Hey..." He laughs "...Why so antsy? I mean it's adorable but calm down its just me! Remember?"

"Yeah sorry, anyway do you want to come over today?" A grin paints his face.

"Boy, do I? Of course!" He finishes packing his bag, "Can I walk with you?"

"Yes Benny, you don't have to ask." We both shut our lockers, heading out. It's warm out, but there's a wonderful breeze. As we walk, I think about holding his hand, and sometimes I even reach for it. I just can't focus on his words, as my eyes wonder other places. I think other thoughts, it's always that night, how emotional that night was. I've never experienced anything like that, but it's had me feeling pretty good. If I knew this is how it would feel to admit I liked my best friend, well I would've realized a long time ago.

"Ethan!"

"HUH? What? Sorry!" I haven't even realized we made it to my house. "I've been calling your name; you didn't hear me?"

"No, sorry." We walked in, waving to Jane before escaping to my room. Tossed bags, shoes off, and we are now in bed; together. My hand traces his face, before placing short kisses all over. Leaving a longer on his lips before getting up.

"Can I show you something?" He sprung up to my words. I unzipped the heavy bookbag, pulling out my notebook and flipping to the folded page. Carefully tearing out the page, I searched my desk for a roll of tape. I ripped a long piece off and applied half of it to the paper and the other half to the inside of my closet door. Footsteps behind me, I feel his arms wrap around me.

"What's this?" It takes him a second to register what he's looking at. Sketches of Benny filled the door, pen and pencils, colored uncolored, detailed low effort. And I have to hide my face behind my hands, to hide the fresh pink spread.

"Oh my god... you drew these?" I went to shut the door, but I was stopped. "Ethan, these are... amazing." His hand felt each drawing, analyzing each one. He turned me to face him. His hand snakes to the nape of my neck, pulling me into a kiss; a kiss of passion. And it starts off slow, till he deepens it, and this slow kiss turned to a fast race. I trip backwards, as he's now guiding my body to the bed. I turn us just one more time, so I fall on top of him when we reach the bed. I am sat in his lap, with his head up against the headboard. Our lips only parting for breaths, nothing could ruin this moment-

"Ethan, here's your laundry!" The door swings open, all too fast, I practically throw myself off of Benny. Her eyes are wider than I can ever imagine.

"MOM!?" Like a deer in headlights, breath heavy, my mom quickly leaves the room. Panic sets in me and Benny's face, he quickly grabs his things before giving me a quick peck.

"I should get going, I'll call you later." I mouth "I'm sorry" before he leaves just as quick as my mom did.

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Dinner was quiet, the air is thick enough to cut. Nobody has said word, but I can tell many things want to be said.

"So, Ethan, how was school." My mom spoke bluntly, it was clear that wasn't the real question she wanted to ask. Probably, "Hey Ethan why were you on top of your best friend?"

"It was good."

"Well, your teacher called; she said you weren't focused. You were too busy doodling." Oh god..."What's that all about?"

"Nothing, I was just bored" I picked at the chicken pasta Infront of me.

"Is there something you aren't telling us-" "IT NOTHING...Okay? Nothing!" I slid out of my chair and headed back to my room.

I felt embarrassed, not only because I acted like that, because I just got caught with my best friend. Ran over to my laptop to call Benny. We talked for a half an hour, about my frustration. Till I got a knock at my door, I told Benny I'd call him back.

"Can I come in?" It was my dad, I motioned for him to come in.

"Hey buddy, how are you doing?" I rolled my eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. "I'm okay dad."

"Look I am just going to cut this short; your mother told me what happened. And I understand you are growing up and might want-"

"DAD!!" I threw my hands to protest the continuation of that. "When Benny comes over the door must stay open, okay?" Oh, that's it? A weight was lifted when I realized this wasn't going to be a hate speech conversation.

"Okay, I am sorry!"

"It's alright, plus you just made me win 5o buck-a-roonies!" He got up, leaving from my room.

"Wait what? WAIT FOR WHAT??"

[fantasy-things-and-such]

yo is it normal for your heart to just suddenly hurt really bad for a few seconds anyway, here's the two hundred and smth words i promised:

Ahri Academy is built upon a small cliff that overlooks the Abesine River. At dusk, the outer walls make for a beautiful spot to watch the sunset.

Settling down with a pencil in hand, i begin to sketch the scene before me as the air cools and the first stars blink awake in the darkening sky.

“Watcha doing?” Tira’s bright voice pulls me from my thoughts. 

“Just drawing,” I murmur. “You?” 

“Watching someone draw.” We both laugh.

“You’re always in the strangest places,” Tira remarks after a moment. “I would’ve never thought to come up here.”

“Well, I live here.” I glance over my shoulder. “I know a few spots.”

“Oh?” She sits beside me with a smile plastered on her face. “You should show me sometime.”

I stare into her flame colored eyes. “Yeah.” My notebook lies forgotten on my lap as her hand finds mine.

“You remind me of the sunset,” I blurt out abruptly. 

Her smile grows. “You remind me of the moon. All lonely and quiet and chasing the sunset.” My face turns cherry red in an instant. “That-” I’m speechless. Sure, i’d been stealing glances at her every now and again. But I hadn't been that obvious. Right?

“Draw me.” She prompts, scooting forward to take a seat on the parapet. 

“Okay.” My face is still cherry red as I flip to a new page and begin sketching. The minutes stretch on, with only the sound of pencil on paper and crickets to accompany us. Tira sits incredibly still as I draw her. As the last of the sunlight fades, I lean back with a sigh. “Right.” I stand up stiffly. “How's this?” Tira’s expression softens. “I love it. Can I keep it?” I nod, and she gently tears the page. “Thank you,” she adds. tucking the page into her bag. "let's go back to the barracks." "go without me. I won't be long," I add after seeing her frown. "I promise." "okay." she concedes, leaving me alone with my thoughts in the night.

Tags: @aesthetic-writer18 @the-ellia-west @the-golden-comet @angst-is-love-angst-is-life

[captain-mj]

Outlander Part 3

Part 2 Part 1

Sorry for how late this is!!

Soap led him outside excitedly, holding his hand. He kept smiling at him and continuing to tug him along. Ghost did not understand him at all. Luckily, Soap did have a blanket to wrap around them because it was freezing.

For a moment, Ghost tried to figure out what he was supposed to be looking at before Soap gently touched his chin and led him to tilt his head up.

The stars. The sky was so clear but the stars.

Ghost grabbed Soap hard, trying to make sense of it. He was not an astrologist. He did not follow the stars. He did occasionally use the North Star for navigation though.

And those weren't his stars. There were too many. This was the first time he had been outside since he got here and Ghost was afraid to look at the land. What color would it be? What horrible things would he see?

Soap gently pulled Ghost's face towards him instead. His lips were pursed. "Ye okay?"

"The stars."

"Beautiful tonight, right?" Soap smiled at him, stroking his jaw.

Ghost swallowed, glad he had the mask on. "They look... nice. Do they always look like this?"

"They change a little but they're pretty much the same each year." Soap's smile started to fall. "Are you okay? I thought you'd like seeing the stars."

Ghost nodded. "Yeah... I do..." He glanced up at them again, really taking them in. They were gorgeous. That couldn't be denied. But there were more. A blanket of them.

It took him a while to put it together. Hours laying in Soap's bed, ignoring that he was laying next to him.

Light pollution. He had heard once that before there were lights, the stars were brighter. In all his time there, he hadn't seen any technology. Nothing more recent than a blade.

The whole larp thing was real. He was in the past. An unknown time away from where he should be. It rattled him.

Another day. Another set of hours not moving. Trying to come to terms with it.

"What year is it?"

Soap tilted his head and shrug. "Who keeps track of those?"

"What's the date?"

"Pretty sure the solstice hasn't passed yet." Soap said cheerfully.

Ghost knew they were well in to Fall which meant he was probably referring to the Winter one. He sighed and tried to think of anything he knew about Scottish history. Anything.

"You mentioned you're fighting the Brits right now right?"

"Anglos. I don't know what a Brit is." Soap frowned. "Your accent sounds a bit like them. Are you not an Anglo?"

Ghost shook his head. "From further... South than them."

Soap shook his head. "I guess... I will have to let you travel elsewhere. Once you're healed!"

Ghost frowned and tried a different approach. "I think I'm as healed as I'm going to get. Just waiting for it to scar over now."

Soap clenched his fists and smiled. "Just a little longer please?"

Ghost shook his head but didn't fight him. He didn't really know where he was going to go anyway. There was no getting back to his home.

And... well... besides his host's tendency to keep him in sight, this wasn't the worst place. He still wanted to go home and get away from all of this, but there were worse things.

That night, after bathing in a nearby river, he laid in bed, a little cold but glad to feel clean. He noticed Soap sketching again. He wondered what he was drawing all the time. Soap was clearly very focused and Ghost could see the tip of his tongue between his lips.

Ghost moved silently until he was standing behind Soap, surprised to see it was himself on those pages. His body and mask spread over Soap’s bed. Next to it was a sketch of his eyes and it was surrounded by little hearts and stars.

Oh.

Oh.

Ghost must’ve inhaled too hard because Soap was up and turned around. His normal stoic face was suddenly flustered as he muttered what sounded like apologies in Gaelic.

“That’s why you want me to stay.”

Soap blushes. “I would not be so selfish.” He looked away though, not willing to meet his eye. It was the first lie he had told. Besides "you'll get to leave soon".

Ghost stared. “MacTavish…”

“Simon.” Soap used that name like a weapon. “I am not deceiving you. I do want you to be healed.”

Ghost stared at him and Soap leaned forward, chest to chest.

“Simon…”

Ghost closed his eyes until he felt the gentle press of lips against the fabric. His heart sped up but he very quietly responded back. "Johnny..."

“Simon…”

Soap unmasked him and Ghost didn’t make a move to stop him. The kiss felt a lot better against his actual skin. "I want you to stay. Wanted you to stay. Please stay." He panted against Ghost's mouth before closing the gap to kiss him again.

Ghost slowly melted into him. Soap put some distance between them and looked at him.

"Bòidheach. (Beautiful)" Soap whispered reverently and he picked up Ghost's hand. He took the gloves off and kissed his hands. "làmhan fuar... (cold hands)" That was a little less reverent. It sounded worried.

Soap kept his eyes on Ghost's face as he kept kissing his hands. He compared them. Both of them had longer fingers with Ghost's only a little longer. Soap's were thicker though, his hands easily able to hold Ghost's. It was a funny feeling. He didn't quite feel small.

Soap kissed him again, breaking his train of thought. He whispered more things in Gaelic that Ghost hadn't heard before, just as he was sliding his hands down Ghost's body.

Ghost tried to build up his walls. Tell him no and point out that he didn't like being touched, but he found himself both unable and unwilling to. Soap felt good.

In a move that would've impressed any of Ghost's captains, Soap switched them and had him bent over the desk. His hands moved up and down his body, sliding under his clothes. He didn't seem to have what he wanted to say in English so he told him in Gaelic. Ghost didn't need to understand it to get the gist.

Soap covered Ghost's body with his own. "Let me make love to you, Simon."

Ghost blushed and tried to hide his face again. Soap was having none of it, pulling his hands behind his back. His other hand swatted at his hip, making Ghost jump. He panted and squeezed his eyes shut as Soap pulled down his pants.

Soap's hands were on his thighs, clearly admiring him. He kissed Ghost's back. "Pretty."

Ghost grabbed the desk hard. "Johnny."

"Gonna take care of you." Soap sighed softly as he kissed more of Ghost's spine. He reached around and yanked him up against his chest. His hand reached around and started to stroke him quickly. Soap was focused on making him cum as quick as possible and it was obvious. "Gorgeous. Pretty boy."

Simon panted softly and nodded immediately. His dark hair fell in his eyes and Soap gripped him so easily. Held him nice and tight against his chest while his hand worked him over. He turned his head and kissed him softly, pulling him closer somehow.

"Johnny. Johnny. Johnny..." Ghost whimpered as he came, pressing his cheek against Soap's as he relaxed. Soap bent him back over his desk and used his spend to coat his fingers, gently pushing one of them into his body. He groaned at the stretch and tried to relax but Soap was insistent. Going deeper and deeper as he tried to open him enough to take him.

Ghost felt more kisses and a few nips being placed against his back.

"Simon. You'll never be able to take me if you don't relax a little."

Ghost panted softly and tried his best, feeling embarrassed and all pent up. Soap pushed another finger into him and he gasped and tilted his head back. He felt Soap bury his hand in his hair and then tug it hard, dragging another moan out of him. Soap's fingers curled and he whimpered, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling.

Pleasure sparked up his spine as Soap pressed mercilessly into one spot. Ghost whined and his back arched.

Soap used more of his cum as lube before gently pushing into him, making Ghost scramble to find a hold again. It was a tight fit but it felt good. Really good. He slowly let his head hit the desk as he felt Soap grind into him.

"So good for me."

"Yes sir..." Ghost let it slip and felt Soap thrust into him at the words. He felt Soap pick him up pretty easily and twirl him around to fall into bed with him. "Feels so good."

Soap kissed him hard and fucked him harder, digging his hands into him. "You're mine. All mine." He held him close and rutted into him, making Ghost see stars. It felt so good.

His legs wrapped around Soap's waist and held on to his shoulders.

Soap pushed Ghost's head back and kissed his throat. "Don't leave. Stay here."

"I'll stay." Ghost moaned as he thrust in hard, feeling his legs start to shake. "I'll stay. I'll stay. I'll stay." He felt Soap pick up the pace, wrapping his strong arms around Ghost. The world melted down to the feeling of being filled and smothered.

Ghost lost track of the time, only paying attention to Soap and Soap only. His lips on Ghost's. His hands on Ghost's hips. The pleasure coursing up his spine.

Ghost felt Soap throb inside him and locked his legs around him so he couldn't pull out. Soap tried for just a moment before burying himself back in his body and coming hard, biting into his shoulder. Ghost moaned softly as he felt it. Soap kissed him softly and kept rocking into him, stroking him in time to try to get him to come too.

"My Ghostie."

Ghost flushed and shuddered as he came on his own chest. "My Johnny."

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Get Well Soon

Eddie Munson x reader

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Summary: Steve got sick. You wanted to make a get-well-soon basket. Eddie took that idea very seriously.

Word count: ~1.3k

Warnings: Some fluff, some swearing. Eddie being his funny, dramatic self. Reader’s gender/pronouns not specified.

A/n: Just a funny little idea for Eddie if Steve ever got sick. I hope you enjoy, thanks for reading <3

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Steve got sick. You would’ve accused him of having the “man flu” had you not seen how pale he’d looked and backed up ten feet after the scratchy coughs he let out. Steve had blamed it on one of the kids for getting him sick, but Dustin had said it was Steve’s aging body at fault.

Either way, he was bedridden with a fever, all of you taking turns visiting him and helping him through it. Yesterday, after grabbing the mail for Steve, you’d suggested to Eddie to put together a basket of sorts to help him feel better — medicine, soup, chocolate, tissues, maybe a card. It hadn’t meant to be much, just something to help him recover and show that his friends were here for him. You hadn’t meant for it to become this…

“Christ, Lucas. Do you want Steve to throw up more? Cause that’s what this is going to do,” Eddie said, peering over Lucas’s shoulder. You were all sitting at the dining table at the Wheeler house. Your boyfriend had his arms crossed, having quickly taken over the mom role from Steve in his absence.

Lucas had drawn a thermometer with an ice pack on its head for his get well soon card, and while it was a little bit crooked, it wasn’t bad. You knew Steve would appreciate it anywa-

“Robin, you’ve seen a VHS tape before, right?” Eddie asked, his hair falling along his shoulder as he moved next to her.

She leaned back in her chair to look him in the face, rolling her eyes. “I literally work on a video store, Munson.”

Eddie pursed his lips, nodding as he brought a finger down to the basket she was decorating. “Yeah, thought so… Then what in the everloving hell is this you’ve made?” 

One of the crafts you thought could be nice was to draw designs on the basket (really just a cardboard box). You’d all chosen some movies to include in there for him to watch, so Robin had decorated the box with sketches of VHS tapes. You couldn’t quite tell what was wrong with it, but you had long since given up on stopping Eddie’s tirade.

Robin continued her drawing, saying, “It’s literally fine, dickwad. Steve’s too hopped up on meds to even care!”

She definitely had a point. But you just sat there, continuing to redesign the label of a Farah Fawcett hairspray bottle. Instead of her name and face, you thought Steve might find it funny to have his name and face on it — he’d become the epitome of great hair in this town anyway. You were cutting his face out of a picture when Eddie walked up behind you.

For a moment, you braced yourself. But he bent down to kiss you on the head, whispering, “Sweetheart, this is perfect. He’s gonna love it.” His thumb stroked across the back of your shoulder as he kept walking past. Internally, you smiled while ignoring Robin’s playful glare.

Before Eddie could make any more remarks, Dustin came in through the front door, holding up a shopping bag. “Okay, I think I got all the snacks and meds for Steve. How are the arts and crafts going?”

Biting down on the inside of your cheek, you listened to the silence that followed Dustin’s question. Just scurried sounds of colored pencils and tape ripping filled the room.

Meanwhile, Eddie took the bag, rustling through its contents. “Henderson…” he said, and all of you looked up, waiting for his next words. “Are these goddamn Red Vines?” He pulled out a pack of Red Vines licorice, holding it up with shaking fingers.

“Uh, yeah?” Dustin muttered, his eyebrows scrunched together.

Most of you ducked as Eddie threw the Red Vines toward Dustin, who just barely dodged it. “I said Twizzlers. Twizzlers. I…” He pressed his finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply. “We’d said we wanted to make a get-well-soon basket for Steve. How is he supposed to get better under these conditions!?”

By this point, you let out a soft laugh, unable to hold back your amusement any longer. Maybe the power had gotten to his head too much. He’d even convinced your parents to make some of their homemade soup for Steve.

“Are you going to do any work besides yelling at children?” Max asked from the couch, her eyebrow raised as she worked on her nearly completed card.

Eddie put his hands on his hips, and you had immediate flashbacks to Steve. Silently to Robin, you copied his pose, setting your hands on your waist and pretending to lecture while Eddie spoke.

“I already made a card and a personalized tissue box because I’m efficient, so I have the time to ensure the rest of you don’t poison Steve with these measly gifts.” 

Max gave him an unimpressed look, but a hint of a smile showed when she saw you. Robin had started copying the pose too, both of you hiding your laughter. You quickly stopped when Eddie turned around, but he still saw the way your shoulders shook. Thankfully, before he could say anything, Mike walked in with the stack of VHS tapes for the basket.

“Finally,” Eddie said, looking at all the gifts. “We should be pretty close to done now, even with its faults.” He pointed the last words toward Dustin, who flipped him the bird from across the room.

With a tired back and aching wrists, you yourself were nearly finished with the hairspray. But just as you fixed the new label onto the bottle, Mike bumped into your shoulder as he walked past with the tapes. Your hands flew forward, knocking the bottle and its cover off the table. As it hit the floor, you heard the snap of the bottle’s nozzle breaking off.

Complete silence followed, none of you moving as you stared at the damaged hairspray. In the process, the picture of Steve had ripped too, just leaving half of his face on it. There’d be no way to fit the nozzle back on.

“Mike…” Eddie said, the word tight like it could snap at any moment. You barely breathed. “Go get another one. Now.”

Mike sputtered an apology to you, but then turned to Eddie. “I can’t even drive, man. We could–”

“Figure it out, Wheeler!”

“Eddie, it’s really fine,” you told him, walking up to him and running a hand down his arm to calm him down. “It doesn’t need to be perfect. Steve would probably cry even if we’d just gotten him one card, let alone several.”

You watched his jaw tick as he thought, his weight leaning into your touch. “Fine. I’ll save my artistic vision for another time. We can be done, guys,” he muttered, waving a hand through the air.

A collective sigh of relief went through the room. You grabbed the different gifts from everyone, trying to set them up in the basket just right. Then Eddie took over, twisting things this way and that until it looked perfect — minus the Red Vines, according to him.

Yeah, he was dramatic. But Eddie cared for others with his whole heart, and you wouldn’t trade that for anything. And you were right about Steve. Surrounded by his closest friends and delirious with a high fever, Steve took one look at the wonky, mismatched get-well-soon basket and teared up. You pretended not to notice the watery look in Eddie’s eyes either.

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Chapter Three: Kaveh

cw: possible eating disorder tw, tw threats, reader is a casual artist, Kaveh is down bad

Sumeru Boys x GN!Reader, poly relationship, modern au, college au

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"I've had a lot of strange interactions with local wildlife lately. Tighnari says it's because I attract trouble like pollinators to flowers, but I think it's just because animals love me. That Rishboland Tiger was purring, I swear!"

Kaveh had been sitting there for the past two hours while working on his current design when you barged in. You had disappeared into the back closet almost as soon as you had arrived, but you had still forced him out of his creative coma. He listened to your rummaging and muttering, wondering what in Teyvat you could be looking for.

"There it is," you finally gasped, pulling out a bag from behind the clutter of the supply closet. "I knew I must have left it here."

Just as you were about to leave, you paused. It seemed he had caught your eye. Or more accurately, his current aggravated looking sketch as he began to get increasingly frustrated with the uncompromising difficulty of this commission.

"What's that?" You asked, stepping closer to his side. You smelled like fresh apples and practically glittered in the light provided by the large window behind him. You bounced lightly on your feet, leaning closer to get a better look.

"Oh, just a commission. I'm trying to get the specifications the client asked for right, but it just doesn't look right for some reason. I can't figure it out."

Your fingers twitched and he noticed you attempt to reach for a pencil. "I wonder if it's the placement of this accent piece? Maybe you could shift it over a little, or find something a little taller?"

He hummed to himself, wondering exactly what you meant. "Go ahead, it's not like what I'm doing is working anyways."

You smiled and lightly sketched over his angry scribbles in neat, soft looking lines. "Like this. Maybe leaving a little more room for open space and decoration looks empty at first, but if you add something right here, then-"

"Yes!" Kaveh gasped, standing up. "How did you do that?"

"Just a fresh pair of eyes, I guess." You smiled at him, returned his pencil, then disappeared with your mystery bag in tow.

He watched you leave, feeling his cheeks grow hot and his heart race. He never noticed how beautiful your smile was before.

You held your pencil differently than he did, he had realized. You rested it on your ring finger instead of your third. You had a writer's callus right above your knuckle closest to your nail. He wondered if that provided any extra stability or if it was just a habit you had learned when you were young.

Ever since that first day in the empty art classroom, you had started to sit together in silence while working on your separate projects. He usually was making last minute changes to a design while you were either finishing an assignment or just taking a break before heading home.

You left at 4:22 sharp on every day except Mondays, where you left at 3:58. He wondered what called for the schedule change.

You also had impeccable fashion sense. He had first noticed some of your bolder outfits that seemed to be inspired by past Fontaine fashion trends, namely about ten to fifteen years ago. You played with monochromatic color schemes, or sometimes direct contrast. But no matter what, it always looked fantastic on you.

But the thing he noticed most of all was the ring you wore on a chain around your neck. It wasn't your size, but you always made sure to have it on your person, even if it didn't match what you were wearing that day.

He wondered who had given it to you, and what meaning it held.

"Yeah, and we were talking about how paint affects the way a space feels when they told me they painted their own childhood bedroom! They showed me pictures and everything. They have such an amazing sense for how to space decor and make a room look interesting! Honestly, I think they would make a great assistant in my work."

Kaveh had been going on and on about your artistic collaboration all throughout dinner with the other three boys. Occasionally Tighnari would comment about your other academic achievements, or Alhaitham would mention what you had been doodling lately during your language classes.

Cyno listened quietly most of the time, but it seemed he had chosen now as the time to chip in.

"You know, you all talk about Y/n a lot. Especially you, Kaveh. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you might like them. As in more than a friend or good assistant." He said dully, taking another bite of his meal.

The excited chatter that Kaveh had been leading suddenly stopped as all three stared at him.

"W-what?! No, no! It's just, uh, refreshing to talk with someone else who understands and appreciates art, is all!" He looked away indignantly and took a large bite of food to excuse him from explaining himself further.

Cyno hummed, glancing at him in a way that made it obvious he didn't really believe Kaveh, but was letting him off the hook. "What about you, Alhaitham? It's unusual to see you so willing to interact so often with someone you don't know well."

Alhaitham's eyes widened ever so briefly, his shock clearer than his friends were used to. "Y/n? They're in a class of mine. We sometimes aid each other with projects. It's a mutually beneficial strictly business relationship. What, are you jealous you're the only one who's life they haven't become a part of?"

Cyno huffed. "You're so annoying," he told Alhaitham. "Besides, it's inevitable that we will cross paths. One way or another, I will find out what makes this underclassman so intriguing to you all."

With that declaration, all mention of your name ceased and they continued dinner in a much less tense manner.

"I'm having trouble tying together this color scheme. What do you think, Y/n?" Kaveh asked, leaning closer to you.

You had been abnormally quiet today, and had hardly touched your pencil. Instead, you had been sitting with your head resting against your arms, observing him silently.

The way your cheek pressed up against your palm was just so precious, he was finding it difficult to remain focused on the project at hand.

"Oh, sorry. I'm just a little tired, I guess. Let me see," you apologized, sitting up to take a better look. "Oh, I see the problem. The undertones of this neutral background you're using are too blue for the other colors. It looks too stark of a contrast."

While explaining what you thought was the best way to fix this, You leaned forward so you could point towards what you were talking about. In order to reach, you had placed yourself precariously behind his arm, positioning yourself just over his shoulder.. If he were to just reach out slightly, he could wrap his arms around you and hold you close.

Which wasn't something he wanted, obviously. What a silly thing to desire. It was almost funny to imagine. Him? Longing to hold you so tenderly, or even intimately? What could possibly have made him even think that.

While he was talking himself out of grabbing your waist, you stumbled and grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself. his head was now plush against your stomach as you wobbled above him.

He cried out in surprise, reaching for your hand to help steady you. "Are you okay?!" He stood from his chair and helped you stand again.

"Y-yeah, sorry," You pressed the back of your hand to your forehead, looking a little flushed. "I got a little dizzy there for a second. I haven't had anything to eat yet today."

"What?!?" He cried, "It's practically noon!"

"Yeah, I woke up late and nearly missed my first class, and was hoping to catch up on sleep here, but it wasn't working out like I'd hoped." You waved your hand, trying to dismiss the topic.

"We are getting food! I can finish this project later, your well-being is more important!" He huffed, practically shoving you out of the classroom.

You felt butterflies twirling in your stomach as his words echoed in your mind over and over again. I am more important than him finishing a project. He thinks I'm important, you thought, hurrying to keep up with his long legs.

Somehow while you were distracted, he had laced his fingers in between yours and was squeezing your hand tightly. You glanced at your intertwined hands and smiled, squeezing back just a little.

He was thankful he was pulling you along instead of walking beside you, because if he hadn't been ahead, you would've seen the bright blush blazing across his cheeks.

So what if Cyno was right, he thought, they're a sweet kid and I can like whomever I want!

He dragged you around campus until he found Puspa Café, where he finally slowed down and let you take a break once you got to your table.

"You walk really fast," you huffed. "I was having trouble keeping up with you."

"Oh, sorry. I was just really worried about you, y'know? Not having enough nutrients to get you through the day could lead to all sorts of problems!"

You nodded, still reeling from the way his hand felt in yours. You looked down at the menu as a distraction, though reading through it proved difficult when one of the prettiest men you had ever seen was sitting across from you, slightly out of breath and twirling a strand of hair absentmindedly.

"Thank you," you said softly.

He looked up and hummed, tilting his head just slightly. He looked like a little bunny with his hair flopped over like ears and his eyes so big and bright.

"For bringing me here, I mean. And caring, too. I didn't realize you cared about me so much. You're a great friend, Kaveh." You smiled at him and he found that his hands were shaking. He was nervous.

"O-of course! You mean a lot to me, after all! It's what a good friend would do!" He chuckled, looking away nervously. If you kept smiling at him like that he might just break.

Just as the silence between you two was starting to feel awkward, a waiter arrived and took both of your orders.

You felt much better after eating. Sadly, your next class was approaching fast, so you had to say goodbye to Kaveh.

You grabbed the rest of your stuff from the art classroom and started heading back to your animal biology class, when you heard a commotion from outside the Spantamad building.

"I didn't know those parts were from the desert, honest! I got them from a vendor in Port Ormos who said they were leftovers from some experiment!" A voice murmured frantically.

"You dummy, what kind of experiment do you think would provide this strange equipment!" Another voice responded, this one sounding much more frustrated.

"I don't know! Listen, we just need to get rid of the parts before the sages find out!"

"Ha, trust me, if we get caught, the sages are the least of our worries- what was that?"

The voices hushed at the sound of your footsteps approaching. You paused, hoping they would forget about it and let you move on, but it seemed you were not in luck.

A hand grabbed you from behind, pulling you behind a wall and covering your mouth. Two frazzled looking students wearing Spantamad colors stared at you in fear.

"You're an Amurta student!" One stated accusingly. "What are you doing here? How much did you hear?"

You groaned from behind the other students hand, and he let you go after realizing he needed to let you speak.

"I was coming back from lunch and I didn't hear anything, I swear!" You shook your head, trying to wiggle out of the tight hold on your arm.

"Listen here, kid, you are going to forget this ever happened and tell no one anything that you may or may not have heard! In fact, you aren't going to tell anyone you saw us at all! That includes friends or family, got it?"

"Just let me go already! I don't care about your stupid parts, I just want to get to class!"

The first student moved to block your path, placing their hands on their hips with a stern look.

"You're a first year, aren't you? Listen here, we'll let you go if you swear not to tell a soul what you heard. You just got a little lost on the way to class, yeah?"

"Shut up and let me go, I already said I don't care!" You shoved your way out from your restraints and dashed around the other student, hurrying towards the Amurta building.

"Hey, wait!" The second student who had been holding you back called, terrified.

You glanced back to see if they were following you, but saw they both were frozen and staring ahead of you.You looked back ahead of you just as your foot caught a large rock and sent you tumbling down on the pavement.

"Shit," you cursed, pulling your stinging palms up to your knees, also burning from the fresh scrapes you had just earned yourself.

A hand reached out to you to help you up. "Are you alright?"

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a/n: it's so late and I have to be awake for swim practice in 7 hours wish me luck!! also next chapter will be the last of the first four feature chapters (wink wink), after that they will have more than one or all of the boys involved for the most part!!

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Just a dump of the Rook art I've done because I'm still trying to flesh this guy out and finalize how I want him to look, because why not be an absolute idiot and plan out a guy for a game you can't even play yet, right?

Revas Vircanis

18 yrs pre Origins, 39 pre Veilguard, Age 22

I dunno just playing with eye colors. Something something elves eyes glow a little something something demon fight mode because playing with opacity was fun. Also something something cool guys don't look at explosions (I dunno that's the vibe I get from that pose - cool guys also don't dwell on how bad the job must have gone if you're leaving with no armor and torn up clothes)

Veilguard, Age 61

Normal face vs 'Davrin just launched Assan off his shield and did that little smile. Also Neve just did some badass ice magic. So he's short circuiting now.'

Also I couldn't not try drawing him having the only appropriate response to 'you can pet the griffon.'

And since I found pose references some crappy sketches of the two ways my first playthrough is most likely to go at this point because if other people can draw their romance plans then I can too. These are very bad but they were fun to do. I know it won't happen but at least people will probably have polyamory mods for this game within like two days of release so I can just.... I want to hold them both very softly, okay? Definitely didn't think of Neve's sleepless nights in Streets of Minrathous and feel things. Not at all what do you mean?

Anyway yeah just rambling at this point.

- he's yet another instance of 'much nicer and less intimidating than he might initially look' since apparently that's a thing I love.

- somewhere in the middle of making this I realized he's kind of just 'what if my HoF got a god damn break instead of a blight?' (half joking, there are definitely differences but the vibe is there).

- can't do magic but is very fascinated by it. not dagna level but he'll definitely drop whatever he's doing to hear something new about it. a little wary of blood magic, but even approaches that as 'best to know about it since a lot of people around here are into it, and in theory it's cool and interesting. it might be fine actually if people weren't assholes about it, you know?' (sudden realization he would like merrill if he met her)

- life's a little too chaotic for him to amass an actual collection, but always has some new book on his person. often found curled up with it and a cold forgotten coffee.

- quiet and introverted but largely happy guy at this point. a bit lacking in social graces but he'll figure it out, maybe, more or less

- great cook

- had to hold back tears of joy on finding his first grey hairs because he kind of never thought he'd live long enough to see that

- is okay now just be nice about him forgetting things and don't ask why his eye does That sometimes

- wanted to just fight corruption and bullshit in whatever small ways he could but then he just had to go and fuck up some angsty bald guy's plans so now the veil needs guarding and there's some weird fade stuff happening. at least the fade might be interesting.

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Top 18 of my favorite full-body poses of Little Knack, from the first game.

He still glows brightly from manifesting, here, but I like this expression because it reminds me of a kitten somehow lol.

I'm not sure why I like this one so much. He is far quicker at climbing the giant relic than this image describes, but there's something like, I like the shape and there is an energy there.

The composition? Is so pretty? You might notice that my avatar is a sketch of this (as of early June 2023. I know I will change it again).

This one, I really like: the color and shadows of the night, the grey stone, and drama of the pose. It's not really representative of the scene since he gets back up quickly and seems no worse for wear, but I still like it.

Knack has such long arms in the first game, that when he isn't running and is more casually walking, he sometimes holds his hands out just a bit while he swings them to avoid dragging. It produces an interesting effect.

More below; Thought it would be nice to cut off after 5 images to avoid long posts.

Trying to decide whether this one will make the cut. I like the hunched over crouch look, not sure why. Also did anyone notice they straightened his posture in the second game? I'll have to check again.

The sunset does a pretty good job of putting those carvings in stark relief. Literally! Look up "define in relief". Anyway I just love the colors, texture, and detail here.

Put that boy on a skateboard. Need I say more?

I'm mainly just putting this here because it can be hard to notice, although I think even the animators play pretty loose with it, but Knack's pupils may still be pupils when he small; there's a radial pattern that could define his eye region, and the pupils tend to move within that pattern, except for when they don't.

Once again I like the colors, the energy. You know he's going to hop off that rock. He is so Shaped.

The contrast here is perfect! You can see Knack and the relics lit up against the shadowed cliff. There is pleasing visual interest drawing the eye from the little sprinkle to the relics more up close and visually larger, you can tell the relics are falling away as Knack plummets. Interestingly, they seem to come off in layers.

Might remove this since I can't brain. Something like, the poses are nice and the lighting. There's somewhat the arm-swing I pointed out earlier.

Oh my goodness this one! Hi! I want to also include the smile he does, but that's a close-up.

And the high-five! YEAH!

I love Knack's expression in this one hehehe. Kind of wish I could combine it with another one where the Doctor and Ryder aren't awkwardly mid-stride.

BEAST BEAST BEAST

I just love that impish grin.

And the kinetics of this one are so nice I think. You can tell which direction he's going based on where his ears flap around.

That's basically it. I wanted to share screenies of the second game also, but my mama's laptop can't handle all the Knack.

[surshica]

NONSENSE

: CYJ — wait what? (chapter 1)

Okay right let’s start at the beginning, maybe hopefully. my name is choi yeonjun and i was bitten by a radioactive spider well ever so recently. and for like a good four months i have been seoul’s one true perfect spider-man! you know the rest..i’m a lead singer in my groups band, joined many clubs just so it’d look good on my resume, haven’t fallen in love yet—thats actually a lie. saved many civilians. passed my exams. ate a lot of food with friends and family, i somehow even performed a commercial with a popular skin brand company! but yet even as spider-man with all the courage i still don’t have the courage to talk to her. her name is yn ln, truly the smartest bravest and caring person ever. and to be honest i’m hoping one day i’ll be able to brag to her that yeah i’m spider-man and she’ll fall straight into my arms~ too much? sorry..ANYWAYS. i would’ve never thought i would be a hero, if you told me that when i was back in highschool i would’ve looked you dead in the eyes and tell you to seek professional help. but besides all the constant beat downs the bruises the cuts the deep wounds i still find a way to stand up and fight. why? because i am spider-man—

“YEONJUNNNN” the timing was almost as perfect you could get. from the informality to the way it sounded like a bird screeching told him enough to know who it was. the obvious wasn’t need but the annoyance was needed, a groan rumbled from his lips. shutting his locker only to see a big smiling beomgyu.

his cheeky smile as if he knew he did something wrong but didn’t care in the slightest. “hyung!” beomgyu added softly at the end sticking out his tongue earning a slap to the back of the head from soobin.

“i’m glad soobin did it..i would’ve knocked the shit out of you” yeonjun scowled stuffing a notebook in his shoulder bag. beomgyus wondering eyes caught wind of the notebook. “what’s that? show me!!!!” he reached into the bag to grab it.

yeonjun grabbed his sleeve making beomgyu hit himself on the face “stop snooping. plus you already know what it is..” beomgyu punched yeonjun on the shoulder with his other hand roughly making yeonjun jump back slightly due to the pinch.

“it’s for your little hallway crush huh! HUH!” he insisted, yeonjun rolled his eyes knowing what he was trying to get at. “where is kai and tae?” yeonjun faced his attention to soobin completely ignoring beomgyu.

beomgyu was like a little pest in the wind to yeonjun, maybe even the devil on his shoulder. “they’re already at the tree waiting for us, we were gonna meet you there but someone over here decide to come annoy you!” soobin sided the beomgyu.

“hmm gee i wonder who.” beomgyu stuck out his lips again before walking off the outdoor part of the campus with the two trailing behind him. the weather was beautiful today thankfully. the past few other days have been either rainy or too hot.

the sun beamed down on the three as the door opened to the park like area of the campus, it seemed almost crowded here. only cause the weather plenty of kids often refuse to come out here on any other day.

the tree was a perfect spot. it was the go to spot. yeonjun sighed sliding down the tree his legs sprawling out infront of him, “whatd i kill for a nice iced americano right now..”yeonjun groaned grabbing his notebook from his shoulder bag laying next to him.

he threw his arm over his eyes so he could look around without the sun beaming down harshly on his eyes, his curious eyes wondered around as if he was looking for a certain someone. and there he found you with your close friends and older sister,

his eyes subconsciously moved up and down your figure. not in some hungry way but rather in adoration. he had always found your beauty to be unmatched, he would take pictures but that’s creepy..

a quick glance up and down was all he needed to start the sketch. new fresh page with some colorful pencils and pens. oh how he loved your laugh he loved everything about it, he loved the way you cover your mouth when you giggle when your eyes squint when your dimples pop out.

he could go into full account detail of everything he loved about you from the hair down to the legs. the talks around him started to fade, not because they were leaving him but rather because he was too focused on drawing you.

“yeonjun hyung did you see that fat bird?” hueningkai had looked at his hyung, “hyung?” he pouted poking yeonjun.

“he’s busy..” taehyun crossed his arms to his chest closing his eyes, “he’s in his im drawing my love of my life who doesn’t know me!” he snarked.

“he’s delusional but it’s okay!” soobin smiled stuffing pieces of bread pastries in his mouth, “she may not know yeonjun hyung but when she sees him she’ll def be head over heels!” soobin nodded his head as assurance to his words.

“do you think so?” yeonjun has cocked up his left eyebrow every so slightly, his eyes not leaving her and the sketchbook.

“no but hey we love our delusions!” beomgyu cut off soobin before he could say anything eating an honest laugh from taehyun,

“fuck you too gyu!” yeonjun muttered putting up the middle finger still not bothering to look at him and his messy wolfcut. yeonjun looked up to where yn was but to his dismay she was gone

he raised one of his eyebrows confused, she usually hung out in that area so why would she leave? was all her could ask himself. a sigh rolled off his lips as he shut his notebook stuffing it back into his bag.

“did you see that group of guys at the tree?” kazuha had poked yn’s left arm to get her attention. yn shook her head no an obvious lie that even a baby could tell from. she had noticed them the minute they sat down at the tree. the one sliding down the tree had made her interested a litte, “well there was this cute dude and i think he was drawing one of us” kazuha blushed twirling her hair slightly

“why are you so giggly for?” wonyoung asked the giggling girl. “what they were cute and kept looking our way!” the girl tried to justify, “oorrr it’s just because you have the hots for them!” keeho rolled his eyes

yn smiled slightly as she messed with her fingernails, “i mean i guess they were kinda cute. well one was thats for sure..his black hair the short mullet, it…suits him well”

“oh do you mean yeonjun? he’s a sweet guy. kinda mysterious though.” wonyoung smiled at yn, “why do you have the hots for him?” she teased the girl causing her to roll her eyes slightly. yn shook her head tilting it to the side afterwards, “i would like to get to know him better, i have him for labs..”

keeho looked at wonyoung whom had a slight smirk on her face. “we can play some cupid!” “NO CUPID.” soyeon flicked wonyoungs forehead.

“okay class i’ll be putting you into duos! and no you cannot pick your partners. i know i know shame boo hoo.” your teacher cried sarcastically and explained your project, he called names by names; when he called keeho’s name you were sadly not paired with him.

it seemed like forever since he had called her name, “lastly yn and yeonjun!” yn’s lips parted in a small o. she was going to grab her things but yeonjun was one step ahead of her as he walked over to her.

“you’re mullet boy..” yn said a little loudly so he heard, he tilted his head slightly with a confused expression “what??” he managed to get out with a small chuckle, “well it’s just that you’re mullet looks good on you. most people can’t pull it off well..but you can” she blurted out without a thought. his ears turned red slightly, yn’s eyes were very much fixated on his his facial structure that unmatched truly

yeonjun’s ears started to turn more red. he was flustered. “i was…i was going to cut it off but now that you said it looks good i might keep it” he smiled gummy-ly at her.

yn caught wind that she was staring so she cleared her throat. wiping her hands on her cloak, “so what should we start on? i was thinking maybe we can create some kind of slime like substance!” yn stated shooting casual glances at yeonjun, “…but now that i think about it that doesn’t sound good…” she chuckled awkwardly

“no no that sounds like a good idea! we can be like that one girl from big hero 6, whats her name?” yeonjun tried to recall the fictional girls name. “honey lemon!” yn gasped, “i didn’t know you watched it, most people here don’t like those things..”

“well i am not most people! i love that movie it’s one of my personal favorites from disney” he was standing so he leaned his body against the lab tables, his hands were stuffed in his lab pockets.

the rest of the class went by pretty smoothly, the two got to know eachother more and got to start working on their project. its like they clicked the minute they started to talk to eachother. yeonjun though was a mess he kept stumbling and tripping over his words whenever he felt her eyes fixated onto him.

the bell had rung meaning that class session was over, he had no other classes that day but she still had another one with most of her friends. yeonjun was walking out the door with his dorm keys in his pocket and phone in his hands, “yeonjun wait!” yn’s voice called from behind.

“before you go can i see your phone real quick?” she asked holding out her hand, confused he unlocks it and hand it over to her “i mean sure” she smiles at him quickly scrolling to find contacts,

entering her digits and name onto his contact list, she even sent a small text to herself from his phone, handing it back to him. “you left before i could do this” she smiled at him, “lets meet up sometime for the peoject” she happily said before quickly rushing off to her next class.

he had look down at his phone and it was her name and number, his mind went completely blank for a few minutes as he just stood there near the door of the classroom. he blinked multiple times to see if this was a dream, he looked sound and back down at his phone “wait what.”

AVENGERS RADIO STATION: yeah so uhm no spider-man content in this one but i assure you there’ll be some in chapter two because this is more of an introduction than anything..

[call-me-double-trouble]

Old Art

Hi, all! To celebrate my 1-year anniversary of this blog, I decided it’d be fun to show some of my first, never-before-seen drawings of Double Trouble. All of these are traditional, as I hadn’t gone digital yet. Some are also unfinished, and many were sketches at work that weren’t really meant to be “good,” just something to entertain me when I didn’t have any tasks to do.

I’m going to poke fun at some of them, as I’ve improved a lot since drawing them, but I'm not trying to encourage artists to be overly-critical of their past works. Recognizing your mistakes and flaws in your old work only shows how far you’ve come, and I just want to have a good giggle about how silly some of my old sketches look.

Art under the cut because this list goes on for awhile

Here’s the first drawing of DT I remember doing:

I used a reference for this one, hence why it looks better than some of my later entries in this post. Unfortunately, it suffers from Long Head Syndrome, a mistake I still often make with traditional art because at the angle I’m seeing it while I’m drawing, it looks perfectly fine. But then you hold it at eye-level, and uh...

Also, what the heck kinda hairline did I give them? It’s like it meets at a point, but not in the middle of their head.

Next up, these two:

Will the Long Head Syndrome ever cease??? As you can tell, I liked the sketch I did at work, so I traced it onto watercolor paper, made a couple changes, and painted it. This one’s not too bad, though it does look like their eyebrows missed the memo as to what angle their head was at.

This next one may be the worst:

Like...WTF is that? What is that hair poof? Why is one eye so much smaller than the other? What’s going on with that mouth? This is why references are important, kids.

With this next one, I got bored and wanted to color DT in with Sharpies:

So bright! My eyes! The hair poof is too small, but at least it’s not wiggly like the last one. Also, here’s a magnifying glass to help you see those tiiiny eyebrows.

Here’s another I did with fine line markers that I keep on my wall like a sticker:

I messed up on the smile, so I made it a frown. Now their eyebrows are too big, and so is that one ear. (Also, my walls aren’t that bright in real life, they just showed up that way on camera.)

Next up is--

Oh.

WHAT IS THAT

And next we have one of my favorites!

The little menace themselves, cute-ified. (We don’t talk about hairlines, no, no, no~)

And here we have one I turned into a digital drawing, but you may notice...

the ears are too fucking small. DT went from rulers on the side of their head to kid-sized ice cream cones. A real downgrade.

This one’s an unfinished (and will never be finished) drawing:

What even ARE those hands. Ok, yes, they were guides for drawing in fingers later, but...ew.

Here’s the first full-body, colored drawing of DT I ever did.

I had drawn them meeting a character from the book I’m writing, hence the speech bubble, but cropped that character out because spoilers! Anyway, this drawing was done with several references and looks much better than some of the others on this list. The main issue is that they’re standing at an angle. Why are they slanted??? Why can’t I draw a straight line??? *sees ace pride flag* Oh yeah, that’s why.

And lastly, here’s the first time I used the DT doll base from @sheblah​ :

Since this was before I had my iPad, I had to trace the doll base to use it, though I decided to draw the face myself. Oh, asymmetrical eyes, how I loathe thee.

Well, that’s all of the old traditional drawings of DT I have! As you can see, I’ve come a long way since then, but it’s always fun to look back and see where you’ve come from. I hope you enjoyed these silly doodles!

[themonsterandhismuse]

After a week and a half of debating what to do, Anakin sets out for Kamino, thankful that you’re away on a mission. Not that he wants you gone! No, he just… needed to make this decision himself.

And maybe it’ll be a good surprise. You’re due home in two days, that should be plenty of time to do the procedure, meet the new man, and get him adapted to having his own body. Surely it will be scary for him.

He speaks with the Prime Minister and Nala Se, the head scientist, making sure every piece of this is clear, agreed upon, and will be perfected to the best of their abilities. Relief washes over him as the scientists approve his sketches, seeing as he configured a design for what Vader may look like. Sort of like him, but… sharper. Effortlessly stunning, as if a sculpted statue had suddenly come to life.

Anakin would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared as they put him under. Nobody knows he’s here. Nobody would know he was here until they went searching for him, which could take days depending on who gets worried and where they think he may be. But he wants to do this. He needs to do this. For Vader’s sake. The man has been really down, recently, missing out on large portions of their life. So now he can have his own experiences.

When Anakin wakes up a few hours later, he groans quietly and turns his head, blinking as he’s confronted with a perfect male next to him on the neighboring bed. His vitals are healthy and steady, and he looks peaceful as he rests there.

Nala Se conducts a few tests to make sure Anakin is just fine, and he passes with flying colors, a relief to everyone involved. He… does feel a portion of him missing though, but that hole is filled every time he looks over and sees V. This is good. He made a good choice- the calmness throughout his body is indicative of that.

Vader wakes up just a few minutes after him and quickly sits up, freezing as he studies Anakin across from him. His purple eyes only widen as he raises a hand and the behavior isn’t mirrored. He’s… truly starting at a second body, then?

“Hi,” Anakin says softly, giving him a warm but anxious smile. “It’s Anakin. You’re um-”

“Hi.” Vader responds, rearing back at his voice. His own, deep, smooth voice. “What… what happened to me? Are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine!” Anakin nods. “I uh- I- well we’re on Kamino and I… asked them to split us.” Vader’s brows furrow, and Anakin immediately picks up on his inner worries. “Oh- oh no! No I loved having you there. But I… I thought- maybe you’d like to be your own person,” he says softer, “and interact with me and Lili and the others on your own. You’ve been really sad lately.”

Vader tears up, “I- thank you,” he murmurs. “I don’t know what to say. Surely this was expensive.”

Anakin shrugs. “What else am I using the money for?” He gets up and closes the distance, slowly reaching out to brush his fingers down Vader’s cheek. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers.

“Thank you,” Vader studies him, that gaze of his so sharp and penetrating- yet also touching. “As are you. Are we going home now?”

“Mhm. And we can get you all settled in with some clothes and stuff and Lili will be home in a few days,” Anakin assures him.

Vader nods and slowly gets up off the bed, pulling Anakin into a hug before tightening his arms around the man. “This is really nice to do,” he admits. “Wanted to do this for a long time.”

“Now we can do it whenever you want, my love.” Anakin kisses his head before pulling away. “Let’s get you home.”

“Wait I’m- naked.”

“Oh gods!” Anakin quickly grabs the backpack he brought along and pulls clothes out for him with a sheepish smile. “Sorry. Here. The refresher is right there, if you wanna-”

“Anakin,” Vader hums, gesturing smoothly down to his very naked, very sexy body on display. “I don’t think privacy is necessary. Been hanging out anyway since… whenever they made me.”

Anakin breathes a laugh and watches him in awe as the man gets dressed, then leads him out of the facility, sending the Kaminoans their payment as he takes off from the platform just a few minutes later.

The entire way, they never drop each other’s hand, Vader’s thumb gently caressing the back of Anakin’s palm. It’s so nice to touch him and feel his warmth and just be next to him rather than stuck inside his head.

When they get home, Anakin shows him around again, even promising to better set up his own room for when he wants alone time- but assuring him that he can sleep in Anakin’s bed every single night.

They eat a ridiculously large dinner and then snuggle on the couch for the evening, Vader cuddling as close to his husband as he can while a holo plays.

Exhausted from all the excitement and effort it takes to run his own body full-time, Vader falls asleep on Anakin a few hours later.

In that quiet time, Anakin pulls out his comm and sends you a text.

Hope the mission is going well :) have a surprise when you get home

“Operation Get Lili To Fall In Love With Us is a go,” he whispers before kissing Vader’s head and carrying the man to bed.

[willowshimmer]

I don't mind

My first spicynoodles fic I hope you like it.!

It was cold night Megalopolis and Mk was finishing his shift all he had to do was mop the floors and he was done.

When Mk finished cleaning the floors he waved goodbye to Pigsy and went to his apartment.

As Mk climbed up the stairs to his apartment room he heard a sound behind him.

As he turned around he saw Red son behind him.

"AH- Red? What are you doing here?"- Mk asked looking at Red who had a kinda serious yet embarrassed look on they're face.

"Well Noodle boy as you know I'm staying in Megalopolis for a couple days and I need a place to stay... And I was hoping you would allow me to stay here...?"- Red son asked with a light pink blush on his cheeks.

"O-oh of course. You can stay for as long as you want. I don't mind."- Mk said. Also blushing.

After the LBD incident they had grown closer.

They even exchanged numbers so that way they could stay in touch.

Mei started teasing Mk that he maybe had a crush on Red son and the problem was that...

HE DID!

Which was why everytime they interacted he would be a blushing mess.

"Thanks..."- Red son said as they both continued up the stairs.

Once They got Mk's apartment door Mk got his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door.

Red son was about to open the door but Mk got infront of them preventing him from opening the door.

"Sorry but can you wait out here I have to clean out some stuff."- Mk said as he remembered he was supposed to clean his room.

"Sure."- Red son said remembering the last time he was in Mk's room.

Last time he was in Mk's room it was a mess.

Paper scattered everywhere and it was a complete mess.

But then he saw Mk's drawing journal and found his drawings beautiful.

Each one describing Mk's adventures with only a sketch.

But a few drawings caught his eye.

Those drawings were of Red son.

The shading, the colors they made Red feel a certain feeling...

It wasn't hate or jealousy it was love!?

Red was taken back by the fact that he liked the peasant.

He was in pure shock but not surprised.

The way Mk treated everyone made Red son feel a soft feeling inside.

But now he knew that those feelings were real.

As he waited for Mk to finish cleaning his room he was just thinking about what his parents would think...

They would be disappointed in him and he always hated that.

Ever since the Lady bone demon possessed his father and called him a "traitor" he wondered if his father actually thought of him as a traitor.

"Finished! You can come inside now."- Mk said poking his head from the door.

"Finally..."- Red son said going inside Mk's room.

But now Mk's room was much cleaner.

Sure there was still some stuff scattered around but still looked much cleaner.

"Wow this actually looks much cleaner then the last time I was in here."- Red son said with a little bit of blush on cheeks.

"Thanks... So anyways can you remind me why you're in the city again?"- Mk asked looking at Red son.

"Oh well after the LBD chaos I wanted to see what this place has to offer and to apologize for the damage I caused in the past."- Red son said looking at Mk with a gentle smile on they're face.

Mk blushed alot at the soft smile Red son gave him.

He found it cute and adorable.

"So where are you gonna sleep?"- Mk asked trying to hide his blush.

"Oh I can sleep on the couch if you'd like. That way I won't be occupying you're bed."- Red son said looking at the couch.

Mk felt bad and had an idea.

"Actually you can sleep in my bed with me. I don't mind."- Mk said with a smile on his face.

"W-Wait really you want me to sleep in you're bed???"

"Yeah and cause I don't want you to feel uncomfortable"- Mk said responding to Red son's shocked question.

"O-Ok but let me change first okay"- Red son said mentally screaming inside by the fact that the peasant that he had a crush on was offering him to sleep in his bed!?

"Okay btw the bathroom's right there just so you don't need feel uncomfortable changing."- Mk said pointing to the bathroom.

"Thanks..."- Red said walking to the bathroom

Timeskip to when Red son is done changing

As Red son got out of the bathroom he noticed that Mk had already changed.

Mk was wearing a t-shirt with two black circles and a red dot in the middle and red shorts and his bandana was discarded.

Meanwhile Red wore a dark red crop top with black shorts and they're hair was down.

Mk was a blushing mess when he saw Red.

His face was like a tomato.

"I like you're pj's"- Mk said still a blushing mess.

"Thanks your's too."- Red son said as he walked over to Mk's bed to sleep.

As Red son laid down in Mk's bed, Mk turned off the light's.

"Goodnight Noodle boy..."- Red said as he drifted off to sleep.

"Goodnight Red"- Mk said as he kissed Red's forehead.

Red was obviously blushing but kept calm.

They both then cuddled and drifted to sleep.

Timeskip to when Mk wakes up in the middle of the night

Mk fluttered his eyes open to see that he was cuddling Red son!?

He immediately started to blush but not move to wake Red up.

He got up gently and saw that the time was 5am.

"Welp still 3 hours until I have to go to work.."- Mk whispered.

Mk then stretched his arms and looked at Red who seemed almost distressed.

"No.... Please I'm sorry...... I didn't mean to...."- Red son said in his sleep as he was having a nightmare.

Mk laid back down and put his hands on Red son's.

"It's ok Red as long as I am here you're okay"- Mk said as he put his forehead on Red's.

Red then started to calm down and relax.

Mk then gave another kiss on Red son's forehead and drifted off to sleep again.

This was my first spicynoodles fic I hope you liked it bye!