#artists supporting one another 🫡

[yinyuedijun]

I need....my hands to heal....so I can write about Ga Ming bringing you a bouquet of flowers after each of your performances o-(--<

[simonisferal]

you said you liked it — scaramouche x gn! reader

synopsis: he doesn't even like you that much. wait...he does. fuck.

warnings: just pure fluff, scara being scara, mutual pinning / not an established relationship, inspired by apple cider by beabodoobee (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

notes: a little shorter than I wanted it to be but i was sleepy / i started playing my sleep playlist and i woke up instantly to write this 🫡 / not proofread but then again none of my works are so

you said you liked chocolates. scaramouche was never a sweets person anyways!

whatever you liked, whether it was plain chocolates or some fancy, expensive ones, he managed to bring them to your hands every few occasions. they were always wrapped in a soft lace, delicately delivered straight to you (he tried to ignore every other person that attempted to speak to him) just so they don't melt, he says.

if you're not picky, he even lets you eat the chocolates others gift him. why? he's not sure but food is food. he notices which sweets you ignore, eat, practically chow down on for future references. you know, in case he needs a human garbage disposal!

scaramouche doesn't stop there; he should've, but he doesn't.

"y/n. i'll leave you to it." he's vague as shit as he sets down a bag of sweets—not just any sweets, flavors and consistencies he knows you'll like—on your lap.

you eye them suspiciously. "what's the occasion? or is it another request for my talent of eating?" you somewhat joke. scara does not find you humorous.

he crosses his arms, already walking away and waving you off, dismissing the question. "you like those, don't you? go on and eat then before i change my mind."

you said you liked handmade gifts. scaramouche was gifted with craftsmanship, fortunately.

he held a sewing needle, slipping the thread in through the small hole and tied it. he ignored your attentive gaze at his hands. he skillfully worked, fixing up a patch on a shirt you had ripped. why was a piece of clothing so important? you had plenty of other things to wear (more than you'd like to admit but he can basically see your closet from his room).

your eyes never left the male's work while he finished. he snaps the thread and places the needle somewhere on his table. "there. you happy?" he lifts up the shirt and you quickly take it in your arms.

"thank you, thank you, thank you!!" you hold the simple clothing item close to your chest and scaramouche can't help but wonder why.

he scoffs, standing up and beginning to clean up after his simple task. "i don't know why you're so stuck up on a shirt; you have plenty of others."

you laugh. folding the shirt and setting it on your lap, you look at scara. "well i don't expect you to remember but this one's actually yours."

"and why do you have one of my shirts?" he refutes.

"because i like it." such a bold sentence coming from a person who ripped the fabric a few minutes ago but scaramouche accepts it. he sighs after a while—and after cleaning up his mess, he waves you off again.

he can't seem to say no to you, it's infuriating. "just don't stain it. i might need it later."

you said you liked nice guys. too bad scaramouche is not that. but hey, a personality change never hurt anybody. besides you deserve it—not many people can tolerate him at his highest.

he, besides giving you simple gifts, gave you words of encouragement. if you ever wanted to pursue anything (as stupid as it may be), he'll support you... even if that said support consists of constant berating and complaints, he's not going to stop your idiotic yet passionate mind.

"go on." he mutters, his eyes only on you as you attempt to do something stupid again. holding a brush up to a canvas, you merely scribble the page with a terrible artistic view. a red sky, a pink tree, a rose ocean—just what was your idea?

"you can't be colorblind, can you? if you aren't, this is just plain embarrassing for us both." you pout, not turning to see his assumed look of 'i told you so'.

you attempt painting again, just adding a few more splashes of color onto the 'ruined' canvas. "you wouldn't get it, scara. it's simply an artistic thing!"

he scoffs, like he always does, before sitting up from his chair and looking over your shoulder. not too many details were added but the pink tree had blossomed quite well and the rose ocean finally looked like a simple mirage rather than an actual pink-colored ocean. "not bad," he mutters.

"could be a whole ton better but who's judging?" scaramouche teases. you narrow your eyes at him with a pout,

"you are!"

you said you liked cheesy, romantic dates. it was a stupid request to fulfill, honestly. you practically bored him on the way there. but like always, he can't say no to such a pretty face.

it wasn't at all what he was expecting. he expected (with someone as terrible taste as you) to be lead towards a fast food chain or a crowded, elegant place.

it was a small picnic at the beach.

you two sat under a tree for a while, just conversing with each other. "what are you planning, y/n?" scaramouche raises an eyebrow and looks at you. you just looked back at him with a smile, a smile he wish didn't make his heart burn by just looking at it. "it's a surprise." so vague. too vague for the male.

he scoffs. it's obvious he wants to ask more questions but he doesn't have the heart to interrupt such a peaceful moment between the two of you. he just sits quietly beside you, watching the sun fade, the chocolates melts, the petals from the tree—a cherry blossom tree, he noted, fall down, and the breeze grow sweeter.

the sun hit scaramouche like an angel. his violet eyes looked like they were glowing like stars. he looked heavenly. his lips look soft, his hair was well-volumed, his presence was so fulfilling. he was so... perfect. "y/n, you can stop staring."

"i know," you whisper back. when did you suddenly become so sentimental? the jig was up.

the chocolates you loved so much, the 'date' you wanted so badly was there. what else did you want, what else did you like? "what is it?"

"you're nice. you're a nice guy."

scaramouche scoffs, "so?"

"i like nice guys." you both stayed quiet for a while. your eyes wandered everywhere, to his eyes to his subtle frown to his outfit while scaramouche didn't dare to look away from your eyes. they had a sense of longing he never knew they could have. did he have the same look? a look of longing? longing for someone who'd be with him forever?

did he have a look of yearning? yearning for someone who'd stay and love him, like all those who promised so distantly in the past? would you stay with him if he asked? would you promise to keep your promises to him, to allow him to trust you as you do him?

so many questions and so little answers, lesser time now as he thinks all these overwhelming thoughts.

"scara?" you call out.

scaramouche didn't dare speak louder than a whisper. "yeah?"

you said you liked him.

[aizel-kon]

This year was life-changing in every way possible. At first, I thought that my ArtvsArtist is a bit too bright and happy, but then I realized that art was always my comfort zone. The place where I could escape. And the place, where I could remember. This year has changed my attitude toward many people in the industry. Before 2021, many were just an avatar on social media. Just artists who draw really cool. Then the full-scale invasion began, and many people... remained avatars. But some people have left their mark in my heart forever. It is one thing to repost generalized apolitical calls for peace. And it is quite another to repost things that are "uncomfortable" for civilians, but which save lives. To these people, I want to say thank you. Thanks to everyone who in the first weeks of the full-scale invasion responded to my posts, sent words of support, donated, and reposted my stories. І також дякую всім Українцям та Україночкам які тут, тримаються і підтримують інших 🫡 Боролись! Боремось! Поборемо!

[harringtons-cupid]

I’m really thinking of quitting writing, people are so rude with their comments and likes. The lack of reblogs is disheartening, no one ever tells (apart from my moots) what they think or anything.

People just comment “part 5 pls” or “can I be tagged in the next part” without even reblogging my current part.

All the feedback I have received (from none moots) is to add “read:more” onto my fics or that ages ago I forgot to write about READER in a Steddie fic🫡🤦🏻‍♀️

I need to buy another wrist support and maybe it’ll change my mind but

we (writers, artists) cannot keep going if people don’t reblog our work.

[spr1ng-b0y]

I promised I wouldn't let this one go into my forgotten wip pile 🫡 It took me a lot of hot chips and being stoned out of my mind for the most part, but I'm finally happy with the results. Although I did redraw a couple character poses and move each fighters position about a hundred times 🫠.

This piece is set 6 years in the future from the game's set time (which means I get to mix in my hcs for everyone like ribbon having messily wrapped arms). They're all gathered in the bleachers, to cheer on the next generation of contestants fighting in the tournament. Although not many fighters look too different, others do! Sporting their original fighter fits for the celebration. :]

Anyways, happy 6 years to ARMS!!💪🥊

I'm still kinda excited to post this one, even though I'm about a month late kek. The ARMS community has by far been one of my favourites that I've been in. Everyone here is so kind and supportive of one another and although it's a small world, it's a great one. I'm just happy to be part of this fandom and I've enjoyed both the competitive and artistic aspects of it a lot! Returning to ARMS as a franchise broke my ongoing year-long art block and encouraged me to meet new people too. Can't thank those of you who've supported me enough! Those who have been around for years, and those of you who are new to my page alike :) Looking forward to another year of drawing and ranting about the best springy lads and lasses

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