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chifuyusfingers · 4 years ago

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Im obsessed with ur coloring in the boys tattoos works!! Could you do the reverse? Where they color in yours? With whoever u want!

~Tokyo revengers members Coloring Their S/O Tattoos.~

Mikey | Draken | Baji | Chifuyu

{Heya! I didn't put much into it but I hope you like it! And thank you though!}

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M i k e y

You had no hesitation letting him color your tattoos. “Have fun, babe.” You pinched your cheek and relaxed under the big tree you were both sitting under. Today you had thrown all your plans away just to be with mikey all day.

The wings on your forearm was now stained in hues of purple and green with accents of yellow. “So, besides today, how have you been lately?” Your gaze swayed from him to the inside of your eyelids as you were drifting to sleep slowly. “Okay, I suppose. School is annoying.” He laughed and your heart twinged with love.

You chuckled and looked down at your arm. "Mikey you done?" All you could hear was just a "hm".

“Let’s just rest for a little bit I'm tired.” You pushed the markers into the grass and your arm wrapped itself around his waist as you pulled him down and into your side. Mikey couldn’t fight it as his ear was filled with the sound of your mellowing heartbeat. Your fingers danced in his hair till you knew he was fast asleep.

You stayed awake just looking at his angelic features as the sight of your multi-colored arm shifted your focus. It was so meaningless to him but you loved it as you knew that it came from his heart and mind.

It was him– perfect.

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B a j i

“Y/n! ” Baji called as he stepped into the large house. “I believe she's in the gazebo or her office, Mr.” One of the worked associates greeted baji at the front door. He grabbed the bags from baji's arms as he started walking. He was off towards the back of the house to find his fiancee.

“Y/n-!” he called as he rounded the corner of the house and into the back yard. The gazebo was empty. He stopped and stared for a moment. He was sure that this is where she'd be.

“Up here, my love.” A voice said as he looked up to see Y/n at her office balcony. “Hey there” he waved as your eyes squinted in a smile. “How was your day out?” you asked as you brought your teacup up to your lips. “It was okay~I have something to show you!” he called and held up a small shopping bag in his large hand. “I’ll be right up!” he raced back into the house and up the stairs to where you already stood waiting for him in the doorway to your office.

“What’s so amazing that you found today?” your eyebrow raised and he opened the bag quickly. “But first-” You interrupted you as you grabbed his face gently and gave him a passionate kiss. “What’s this for?” he asked as he continued to stare at your face lovingly. “Just happy to see you is all.” You smiled.

“Now, show mee.” he motioned to one of his hands that was stuck in the bag he held. He was brought back to reality and pulled the plastic package out of the bag.

“…Markers?” you asked and your tone of voice made him laugh. “Not just any markers. They’re tattoo markers. They’re safe for the skin.” He corrected you and you rolled your eyes. “You’re still on this?” You asked with an amused expression. “Of course I am! This was the deal and my love for you is way too much so.” he said shoving them into your hands so you could inspect the box.

You read the back and you had to admit he was right.

“You said I could color your tattoos IF I found tattoo markers. Safe for the skin and everything!” You knew he did it and that you had to hold up your part of the deal. “Okay fine.” You sighed as you handed the package back. “Yay! Beautiful Thank you!” He jumped and laid a gentle kiss on your nose.

“We can do it later before dinner.” You agreed.

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“Finally! You take forever.” He sighed as you moved your sunglasses up your nose. The grass tickled your bare legs as baji sat next to you. “I couldn’t help it. Chifuyu that jackass didn’t want to hang up the phone.” he stood on his knees and moved behind you. His hands gently rubbed your shoulders as your head fell in an exasperated manner.

“I hate to burst your bubble, Y/n. But, I called you out here for the deal. Not a massage.” You whined as you flopped down on the grass, your t-shirt lifting on your back.

“If this stains, I will make sure to throw out all color in your life. Your life will be a dull kaleidoscope-” “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, you big baby.” He laughed and opened his pouch full of the tattoo markers.

He lifted the back of your shirt more till the full picture was revealed. A dragon with demons following was the full picture- a dark reality…that he were going to make colorful. What can he do he loves your tattoos so much.

He sat on his lower back and got to work filling in the different parts of the dragon. Every once in awhile you would spasm and try to make him mess-up. Yet, with a slight tug on your hair, you would become limp and obedient again.

“I’m almost done.” Was the phrase that almost made you weep with joy. “Finally.” You let it slip and you felt a tug on your hair again. “Ow.” You rubbed your head. You could feel him draw and move the felt-tipped weapons on his back.

“Finished.” He cheered and grabbed his phone to take a picture. He showed it to you and ombre scaled decorated the dragon with the demon’s faces were colored red and blue. It looked nice. You saw a couple of smiley faces hidden in there and felt like everything looked complete.

“Okay, my turn now!” You yelled and grabbed his arm. You struggled and pulled him to the ground and grabbed the black marker that was in his hand. “Y/n, no.” he said strictly. “This wasn’t apart of the deal.” He expressed. “Excuse me? Sorry, I don’t speak Japanese.” Your english rambled off quickly from your tongue. He decided to just deal with it as you took your time drawing a mustache on his face along with random doodles you could think of.

You finally stopped your antics and took a picture with your phone to look at afterward. “You look so cute, look!” You pulled up the picture and shoved it in his face. “I look gross man!” He ridiculed but you wrapped him up in your arms quickly,

“My gross man.”

D r a k e n

You were on your period and hell you were pissed, your mood swings were just making the situation more shitty.

Draken on the other hand was just trying to help you but every now and then you'd snap at him for absolute no reason. "Oi, can you stop whining for once?"

He said with pretty much no emotion at all. And that's all it took for you to break down in tears.

Draken was taken aback, "babe hey, hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that please stop crying- I". “Wanna play tic-tac-toe?” He asked and you looked around, surprised he was asking. “Um-” He didn’t wait for an answer and grabbed your legs– pulling you closer to where he sat.

Draken took the permanent markers out which was on the floor for god knows why. You wiped the rest of your tears and grabbed the orange marker out of his hand. He lifted the sleeve of his long shirt and created the grid in black ink. “Wanna go first?” He asked and you took the opportunity to land an 'X’ in the grid.

“Fine. You win this tournament. But, I know I’ll win next time.” You said laying back and closing his eyes.

The bottom of your shirt lifted and he could see the familiar black ink on your side. “Stop staring at me like that, pervert. I have rights.” You pulled your shirt down and he let a laugh rip through your chest.

“Chill. I was just looking at your tattoo.” He said and you shrugged. “What about 'em?” You asked as his eyes closed once more. “Nothing. Just looking,” he sighed, “I wanted to be a tattoo artist before all of this.” One eye peeked open and you looked suspiciously at his figure. “Are you any good?"

Draken just chuckled at your question.

“Give me one!” You lifted the side of your shirt and waited patiently.

He shrugged, finding nothing else better to do. You already had black ink staining your skin so he decided to add on. It was another simple dragon but it fit your character and personality perfectly.

Time seemed to slow as you tried to take a sneak peek of the masterpiece he were currently working on. You planned to take a picture later and get it done, yet, it would have to be in secret.

All of a sudden, the bedroom door popped open. “Welcome back to Earth.” Mikey greeted. He capped the marker and helped you up.

"Why are you here" You asked while getting up, "Rude Y/n Chan, I'm still gonna answer your question though POLITELY, Ken-chin called us here so that we can go on a short trip or something to make your day better. Right ken-chin". Mikey looked over at draken, "Right whatever, can we go now?" He looked over at you for your response and all you did was kissed his neck because of your damn height and tagged along behind Mikey.

“Woah. You got a new tattoo?” Hina said as she lifted up your shirt and you shooed her hands away.

“Eventually.”

C h i f u y u

"I GONNA THROW UP ON YOU WITH ALL MY MIGHT IF YOU TRY TO GET NEAR MY TATTOOS MISTER " You exclaimed loudly as he started following you like a lost puppy around the kitchen, where you were busy making your 'grilled cheese'.

"Babe C'mom little color won't hurt and it's not like I'm trying to bite your tattoos off-". " See, there you said it, you're exactly gonna bite my tattoos off" Chifuyu sighed having enough of your nothings, he suddenly back hugged you, you can feel his large hands wrapped around your hip.

"What do you think you're doing?". You asked as you turned around to see his face,

"If you're not gonna let me color your tattoos then I prefer to stick with you like a koala, and you sure as hell know I ain't letting go." Chifuyu said and you eventually gave up because you knew nothing will change even if you don't agree with fuyu.

So now here you are sitting on chifuyu's lap as he continued to color the wallflower on your shoulder. "You done?". "Hold on a minute babe it's almost over, -All done" Chifuyu replied.

You sat up and started making your way to the mirror to see what he actually did " Y/N!!! Wait" chifuyu voice said and you turned around to see your boyfriend running over to you.

"Wha-", before you could finish your sentence he lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder. "The actual fuck chifuyu, what did you do! PUT ME DOWN YOU ASS"

"It's just better if you don't see it ya know, and I'll make sure you don't see it until I leave" Chifuyu chuckled quietly as he continued making his way to your bedroom.

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers fluff #manjiro sano x reader #draken x reader #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu x y/n #baji x y/n #baji x reader #mikey sano #mitsuya x reader #tokyo revengers anime #takemichi hanagaki #chifuyu imagines #mikey scenarios #anime imagines

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clotpole-art · 3 years ago

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Retrospective: Illustrated Merlin Alphabet Challenge

Finally finished the Merlin Alphabet Challenge, so here's the artist notes no one asked for! See below the cut for comments on each piece by order of creation. Be warned folks, it's a long post.

Before we begin: credit to @merlin-gifs for the challenge, which can be found here. It's awesome, go do it.

First thing you should know is I did probably 80-90% of these while on phone calls or in Zoom meetings and that's reflected in the simplicity of most pieces -- the compositions aren't complicated, the lines aren't refined, the coloring is slapdash. If you noticed variation in quality of the pieces, that's why!

Second: I tried to focus on trying something new for each drawing. Didn't always happen, but this challenge did succeed in helping me push me out of my own comfort zone.

Without further ado...

A is for Arthur Pendragon

Textures, baby! Brushed metal of his armor, scratchy linen texture of his shirt, wispy softness of hair and skin. I'd recently gotten my tablet out of storage after a year of figuring out where the hell I was going to live and this was one of the first pieces of digital art I spent time on. Glad it was Arthur kicking us off!

B is for the Beginning of the End (1x08)

Fun fact, I did not draw this with my tablet. I drew it with my work computer's touchscreen. It was awful, would not recommend.

C is for Camelot

I wanted to get used to different brushes, so landscape of the castle it was! There are brushes that help with drawing grass; I did not use said brushes and my wrist hurt afterward. That being said, I really enjoyed working on this and it was one of the few pieces I didn't do while multitasking.

D is for Daegal

Also drawn on my work computer's touchscreen, not my tablet. I didn't learn my lesson from B and the experience was even worse. This is my least favorite piece which sucks because it's Daegal so I'm slated to redo this sometime in the near future. Gotta do our boy justice.

E is for Elyan

Oh, I adored drawing this. Elyan often gets shafted in terms of fandom appreciation so I made sure to choose Elyan for this prompt and to participate in the Elyan fest. Plus, I love a good ghost story and figuring out a way to include the druid spectre was fun. Didn't multitask on this piece because Elyan deserved my full attention.

F is for Freya

Ho boy. This piece. I have such mixed feelings on this drawing. Really really didn't like it after I'd decided it was done and very nearly scrapped the whole thing. I had a vision in my head that I just couldn't render into reality and it frustrated me SO MUCH. Looking back, I like it much better than I did when I first created it.

G is for Gwaine

What can I say, he's pretty when he's cold. I didn't stretch too much with this one -- it's my normal drawing style, I was just trying to find a brush that mimicked the softness of pencil.

H is for Hunith

Another one that didn't stray too far from my comfort zone. I was stupid sick and slammed at work, so a motherly Hunith manifested herself. I blame the bad brush choice on the cold medicine.

I is for Isolde

I woke up and chose violence! Tried to vary my figure drawing style a little in this piece but my brain resisted, resulting in... this. Not mad at it, but not happy with it either. Poor Isolde.

J is for Juggling

Ah, this lovely piece was drawn during a particularly vexing meeting at work. Fun fact, there's another version of this line art that's less about Merlin's stress and more about mine.

K is for Knights of Camelot

Continuing the theme of doodling through bad news and shit meetings. Like I said above, normally meeting doodles aren't complex because I'm concentrating on something else. This one was more involved because I didn't want to concentrate on the meeting. I have a few issues with this from a technical standpoint (perspective, my nemesis) but it's still one of my favorites. Tried some funky coloring technique, didn't hate it.

V is for Vibrant Colors

And here is where we said fuck the rules and started going out of alphabetical order! This one was really fun to do and I loved kicking off Albion Party with this as my first submission. The colors were a challenge (as I hoped they would be) and this is the first time I had to do some color tweaking midway though and after finishing the coloring process. Vibrant Arthur, my beloved. This started as a multitask doodle but took dedicated time to finish.

O is for Old Religion

The concept for this one was buzzing in my head for a bit before a quote-prompt solidified it. I adore the thought of more visible, tangible representations of Merlin as the son of the elements, of "magic itself" -- not just sun-gold eyes, but sea-water hair and sandstone-skin. A complement to the vibrant Arthur portrait.

S is for Sorcerers

When I said I wanted to challenge myself, I wasn't kidding. Ho boy, this was fun but frustrating. I wanted to completely illustrate a gif. So I did. Will I do something like this again? Maybe. A while from now.

M is for Morgause

See above -- same illustrated gif style so at least I was able to reuse some drawings. Poor Morgause ended up looking a little wretched here because I was mentally done with this when I was drawing her. Love the concept of tarot cards + Merlin but others are doing it so I won't continue this series.

Z is for Zzzz

This one was specifically done to test out some custom brushes I made in Krita to make abstract background drawing easier for me. I think they turned out well! Plus who doesn't love bb iridescent Aithusa.

L is for Leon, P is for Percival

Quick, minimal doodles of the boys! Mentally, I was going for a Brady's-style retro ensemble cast TV show credits feel. Not mad at it! Some boys look closer to their actors than others (I think my brain broke drawing Percy, my apologies to Tom Hopper).

T is for Tristan

It wasn't until after I posted this that I realized there was more than one Tristan in Merlin. Could have drawn Isolde's bf but I drew Ygraine's dumb jock undead brother instead. Had some fun with dark greys and blacks here regardless.

Q is for Queen Annis

Best royal in Albion, bar none. I tried a different coloring technique here and I kinda like it! may make it my go-to but we'll see. Old habits are hard to break. Also: our queen deserved more badass clothes.

X is for Arthur X Merlin

Oh, be still my shipper heart. Doodled and colored during a meeting. I had hoped to spend more time on it outside of multitasking but alas, work is a bitch. This one is slated for a rework sometime in the future; I adore the concept too much to let it go without creating another version of this that isn't an utter mess.

U is for Uther's Ward

And here's my attempt at forgoing line art. Not fun, do not like.

Y is for Young Warlock

Channeled some pain into this one. Those are the dead eyes of someone who had been told that he'd succeeded when his friend died. That the destiny he'd been expecting to carry on his shoulders into old age was done and dusted before he turned 30. Grief plus the existential dread of the aimless immortal. Oof. One of my favs.

N is for Nimueh, R is for Rising Sun, W is for Will

And we end on this sorry offering. I was away from home for a while without my tablet and I just got tired of waiting. So, pen doodles at the airport. This was a challenge in its own right because 1. pen only and 2. I wasn't able to pull Netflix up for a reference on the fly. Which is why Will's face is obscured and Nimueh looks.... not like Nimueh lol.

In summary: this was a goddamn joy to do. I finished 26 letter prompts in approximately 21 weeks, which exceeded my own unspoken goal of filling one letter per week. I found a good, happy corner of the Merlin fandom after a years-long hiatus away from being a fandom creator. If you did make it this far with me, thanks for reading my inane comments and giving this little project even a moment of your time -- I'm so grateful.

#merlinalphabetchallenge #clotpole art #long post #merlin fanart #merlin #bbc merlin #bbc merlin fanart

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actualsunflower · 3 years ago

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ur art is rlly inspiring for me... I struggle a lot with line art, would u be ok giving advice? I rlly love ur art

I'm really sorry I left this in my inbox for long, I've just been trying to figure out how to answer fjdfskf but first that makes me very happy that you find my art so inspiring 🥺 really, I've worked so hard on my art for so long, and I struggle so bad to see it as good and worthy of even sharing. Looking back at old art I can see the progress, but it's still hard to look at it and call it good myself. I have a bad habit of comparing myself to other artists out there and I never compare in my eyes :/ it's really hard unlearning that but I've been making a lot of progress, and actually spending almost a year not sharing any of my art really helped with that. (I'm not saying do the same thing it's just my experience!!) Now it doesn't bother me quite as much.

See I left this ask in my drafts for so long. I was going to make a little tutorial on how I do things, see if that helped but I just kinda... Never did it, executive dysfunction and work and all. So I'll just give some tips instead

1- My first advice is to give up the tiny lines, the one teeny line at a time thing, and go for full lines. It doesn't have to be like the entire face shape at once, but do bigger chunks because the more lines the more shaggy and jagged it looks. You won't get a smooth cohesive line like that if you're going for a clean and smooth look. It's hard to get over habits like that but once you do your art And your wrists/arms/shoulders will thank you. (This only applies if you want a clean look, if that's your thing and what you're going for disregard that. But this is about my art specifically.)

2- always stretch your wrists, it really does help. Give your hand a good pull back (not to where it hurts) and make a fist and roll your wrist, it helps A LOT and feels good lol stretching your whole body is good as well, if you've got bad posture like me you'll start hurting halfway through. A lot of times though you won't even notice you're in pain until you try to sit up.... Ouch

3- USE REFERENCES!!!! It is not cheating, it's not cutting corners it is essential to learning!!! And not just learning but it's essential for just enjoying art, it takes away so much frustration of "why doesn't this look right?!" And something else nice, is if you're really struggling with something, just take a picture of yourself and trace it. I do it all the time and it has saved me many a frustrating breakdown. Just make sure you own or have permission to use the photos you're tracing over. Just don't use it as a crutch, as in for every single thing because it can at some point hinder growth. My advice is just sketch over the general shape, and then do the rest yourself. Just having that shape/position will help way more than you know. And don't be afraid to just cobble together references, paste and reshape and move whatever you want or need.

4- Play with and make brushes. I have a special brush that is used Only for Jay's vitiligo and it saves me a lot of time, pain, and just looks really cool and helps me keep it consistent. And you'll be surprised at how you feel by just changing the brush you do line art with. Softer/harder brushes can change everything

5- literally who cares about shading. If it looks cool, put it in. If you don't think it looks cool, erase it. You are the god of lighting and shading in your own art, it doesn't matter where the light is coming from. Just say there's multiple light sources even, it really don't matter

6- learn to use multiply and add layers, they are super helpful and fun. Multiply layers are great for shading AND blush, I use one clipped over Jay's face for blush, just clip, watercolor over cheeks/nose/ear tips, slight transparency and bam perfect blush (for color, I pick base skin tone, slide bar to red, deepen a bit, perfect) (I use the color box/w the side bar) add layers are great for glowing things and bright lighting. (A tip for glowing things, use the desired color, blur a bit, then use a dot of white in the middle, blur that. Extra glow!)

7- warming up is a great idea. I just scribble a bunch, do little doodles of my pets, go from faintest to hardest in pressure and back again in on line, then I usually do something a bit more substantial, which is typically drawing Jay or Nick lol that's why I always have so many Jay and Nick drawings. It helps though

8- this one I feel is very important. Don't ever feel like you're copying someone else. People add and remove things from their style subconsciously, I have seen more than once where I post in my style and later see someone else who did something that incorporated that specific thing I did. It just happens. You do it without thinking, and you can do it while thinking it too. Don't trace people's art, but if you love the way someone draws eyes, just draw them like that too. Nobody owns an art style, no one can stop you and you will not get in trouble from doing that. Eventually anyway it will evolve into your own unique way, and people will do the same when they see your art. It's and endless cycle in the art community and it is one of the treasures of sharing our art. Whether we think it or not we are all influencing each other and it's a beautiful thing.

That's all I can think of rn so, I hope this is helpful and I apologize for taking forever lol

#sorry it's kinda long #hope it helps though #sunflower asks #art advice #if you find typos no you dont 💖

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birdwonder · 5 years ago

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headcanon the joestars on how they would react to an artist s/o like always painting, drawing and giving them like a painting of them they worked on?? thank u 💕

|| I don’t do part 5 or further requests yet, and I’m taking Joestars as in the Jojo’s, but I think I know Giorno somewhat enough to throw him in ! Also, cuuute request.

Part 1-5 Jojo’s | Artist S/O Headcanons

Jonathan Joestar

- As one would expect, he is incredibly supportive of your talent! All of your family/couple portraits are hung up in the hallways and even a few landscape ones too to keep things looking lively. His favourite above all favourites would go above the fire place however, which is probably a painting of the two of you that you had gifted him on your anniversary.

- He cherishes it more than most possessions he owns, and when he’s warming up by the crackling flames, he can’t help but smile at it. That’s your hard work and your effort up there, and any house guests will know it as soon as he shows it to them.

- Honestly, he doesn’t want to request anything from you as he feels as though anything that you gift him that comes from your mind and heart alone is far more valuable to him. Besides, he wouldn’t really know what to ask for aside from another portrait of you to hang somewhere that wasn’t taken up.

- During the spring and summer seasons, you take the time to set up an easel, canvas and paint set in the garden to have some fresh air and gather new inspiration. Even if you haven’t even gotten far into the piece, Jonathan will eventually come out the house with two cups of tea and stand behind you, bending down to lightly kiss your temple as he’s afraid anything more passionate would interrupt your creative process or cause your finger to slip. He would then ask for you to take a break and sit with him at a table to enjoy the view together, so the two of you can talk about your future painting plans and how his studies in archeology are going. Mutual respect for each other’s interests is an essential ingredient in any relationship.

- “Oh, look at your hands! No matter, we’ll just have to wash them once we’re inside,” is something he says before you realise that a tea cup you were holding had been smudged with a variety of green’s and blue’s from your fingertips. You apologise profusely in which he shakes his head at with a chuckle. “It’s alright, my love. I think it makes them look far more unique now! No china set in the world could look like this.”

- Skip 100 years into the future and your paintings may be in a gallery with a small “to Jonathan” written in the corner.

Joseph Joestar

- Definition of “Paint me like one of your french girls.~”

- Definitely suggests a nude painting of him. Or you. Or the two of you together, whether it be a joke or he’s somewhat serious.

- He’s amazed by your talent! Including your patience. He probably wouldn’t be able to sit still for long enough to even paint an abstract tree, so he has nothing but respect for your artistry.

-If you were to ever gift him a drawing, he’d be stunned. Does he even deserve to own one of your pieces? Was this a declaration of love? Because he’s accepting it with a hard kiss to your lips and a string of ‘thank you’’s and compliments.

- One day, you had a serious artist block and had no idea what to paint leaving you stumped and staring at a blank canvas in despair. The lack of spark in your eyes that you usually had when painting hurt Joseph, so as a foolish attempt to help, he grabbed a bottle of one of your haunts and squirted it all over his hand.

- You gasped in response, about to scold him on the price of the paints when he suddenly slapped it smack middle of the canvas. “Joseph! Those cost a lot!”

- “Yeah but it’s fun! C’mon try it! Get your creative juices flowing or whatever you art folk say!” Taking your hand, he squirted a different colour onto it which made you giggle cutely as the cold sensation. He then guided it next to his bright hand print, pressing your palm down.

- It looked adorable and gave you an idea.

- With a smile, and a promise from Joseph that he’d buy you more paint later, the two of began to spread more paints onto your hands and continued to cover the canvas mindlessly with your prints.

- By the end of it, the two of who are laughing and even smearing paint on each other’s faces, leading to some squeals and hilarious facial features.

- Sure, it wasn’t want you had initially wanted to go for, but with a carefully painted on “Joseph and [F/N]” written underneath the first two handprints that were made, you knew that the sentimental value of the piece was far greater than anything else you could have made.

Jotaro Kujo

- He has no reason to be against your talent and doesn’t have enough words and facial expressions to his name to show how impressed he is with you.

- Though that slightly changes when you hand him your sketch book one day, a bashful look on your face as you fear for the worst reaction from him.

- Inside are a multitude of sketches and even fine lined pieces of him, some with and without Star Platinum if you can see him, all carefully and accurately drawn in your own style. You even remembered to add the pin on his hat and his earrings...

- Jotaro could only blush brightly and cough into his hand to compose himself. “It’s good... I like it.” An understatement really, because if you let him keep even a page, he’ll be sure to keep it safe somewhere but no where obvious so his mother or grandfather don’t tease him for it.

- If you ask him to pose for anything, he’ll want to decline and might even do so the first few times, though with some begging he may do some poses in your home, with the assurance that no one will barge in. Only casual ones though, so he doesn’t have to strain or embarrass himself.

- Buying presents for you is considerably easy as there’s always some sort of pen or paint set he can get to add to your wide range of media, all of which you are grateful for and gush over even though you tell him that buying them is unnecessary.

- “Have you considered doing an art major?” If you say yes, he supports you completely but warns you of the stresses and the harsh reality of the art world when it came to work.

Josuke Higashikata

- Ooh, is he going to show you off.

- “Yo Rohan Sensei! Sure you can draw that manga of your’s but can you draw THIS?”

- He might get killed or have his destiny rewritten by a certain stand user, but he knows it’s worth it when it comes to you. Have you seen your own art? It’s incredible !

- Most likely, he finds out by seeing you doodle in class and his jaw completely drops that your maths work sheet was instead covered in drawings of amazing bodies and plant life. If you insist that they’re nothing and “they’re just sketches,” he will personally shake you senseless and talk your ear off telling you that they are amazing.

- Gifting him any kind of artistic media makes him overjoyed. Josuke shoves it in Okuyasu’s face, much to the delinquent’s dismay, and hugs you to death for the gift. “Aw babe, you really didn’t have to!”

- If you’re ever stressing over the quality of your work, he reminds you that you are amazing at what you do and that everyone has their own style, so that comparing yourself to others just wasn’t fair on you.

- He plays a personal game where each day he tries to guess how much pen or paint you have your hand by the end of the day. Usually on weekends, it’s a lot more.

Giorno Giovanna

- There’s a good chance that you met because of your work.

- You’re in a particularly beautiful Italian city, either sitting on a stool or ledge with a canvas or book in front of you, your hand working away at the landscape before you.

- While he was on a relaxing stroll, Giorno stopped behind you and peered over your shoulder, his breath taken away by how accurate your piece was to every exact detail.

- “Bellissimo...” He whispered, causing you to jolt a little and quickly turn around to look at him, a flushed or embarrassed look on your face. Oh, you’re cute.

- Right after he apologised for startling you and praises you for your work, which only flusters you more that such a handsome boy was complimenting you, you offered for him to sit next to you. Perhaps for you to even draw him?

- He doesn’t refuse.

- Once you’re dating, he takes you wherever you want whenever he can so you can draw the scenery, and shows you more gorgeous places to draw and even suggests what sort of people to draw. He also supports you doing something out of your comfort zone, for example if you typically liked to only sketch, he’d suggest for you to paint or use chalk in another style to see if it improves your skill as a whole.

- When he’s a don, he asks for you to paint or draw him so that he can hang it somewhere in an expensive frame to make his work place appear more serious and clear that he was the boss.

- If you do so, he thanks you a hundred times and buys you anything you want and as much as you want. Giorno also makes sure to repay you physically with a night out and kisses with a goodnight cuddle.

- He might keep a small sketch of the two of you in his inside jacket pocket or draw so that every time he took it out during work, he’d be reminded of you and how you met, which motivated him to get the job done quick so he could go home to see you.

#jjba headcanon #headcanon #joseph joestar x reader #joseph joestar #jonathan joestar #jonathan joestar x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #giorno x reader #giorno giovanna #josuke higashikata #josuke x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #request

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ryuijsakamoto · 5 years ago

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I just would like to take a moment to talk about my fave headcanons i have for all the characters

Akira:

he is the most OVER DRAMATIC bitch on this earth

he definitely did theatre at some point in his life

after his arrest he sometimes gets really nervous and has trouble conveying his words. he stumbles over them and cant convey his point well

ann and haru like to braid his hair sometimes

when he was younger he faked not being able to see so he could get glasses, it didnt work tho

so hence now he wears fashion glasses

he had braces in middle school

there is One(1) picture of middle school akira. One

he 1000000000% believes in ghosts and has since he was a child

aliens though? not real.

takes lots of selfies when he moves back and sends them to his friends often

biggest flirt but if u flirt back with him he. Dies cannot talk his face is fully red and hes hiding behind his hands

takes every opportunity to visit his friends

claims hes not a sap but futuba swears she saw him crying over a handwritten thank you card from ‘’that one arcade kid names the kind or smth’’

Ryuji:

when he was a kid he has a fluffy mess of hair similar to akiras and it was the cutest thing ever

he needs reading glasses but no one knows because hes embarrassed by them

he likes to doodle on papers, hes not an artist but he likes to make dorky quick drawings in the corner of his paper

he has trouble focuing sometimes and likes to tap his foot silently or draw lines on paper to help him focus

calls yusuke and akira pretty boy by habit, it started as teasing but then it just became a Habit

he keeps every gift his friends give him and therye very dear to him

he has akira help him dye his hair

when one of his friends is gone / in danger he doesnt dye his hair again until he knows theyre safe

his mom sewed his purple jacket for him herself

he likes to cook and bake

he hold his bros..bro come cuddle me...he very affectionate with his friends and casually touches like hugs, hands over shoulders, etc.

sings to himself when hes alone

Ann:

she has a pretty popular instagram account

she has really bad handwriting

like ryuji, very affectionate

she loves beanies and wears them especially in the snow

likes to make pointless arguments with ryuji sometimes, stuff like is water wet?

likes to curl her hair over breaks, thinks it looks cute

she loves to watch sappy romance and drama shows / movies

she stress eats

hates when people attack her friends on her instagram

she has pet fish

she picked up gardening from haru, its only a small plants and she forgets to water it sometimes but shes trying her best

Yusuke:

he is secretly a sucker for cutely decorated sweets

he had a small anime phase, not that he told madarame, but he has a box full of his old anime drawings and he will Never show them to anyone

he, like ryuji, sometimes drawes in the corners of his papers

unlike ryuji his are more detailed n not as dorky, its usually a detailed flower pattern or something of the sorts

he straightens and dyes his hair

his room? full of art pieces and posters u cannot see his original walls

he always has his phone on dnd and forgets to check it for days sometimes

he has 5 pairs of the same shirt, each one for a different occasions (they all look the same though...we dont ask why)

when he gets too worried over his art and stuff usually his friends will drag him out of his room and make him go eat with them

his friends pictures in his phones are hand-drawn little sketches he did

when hes concentrating really hard he puts his bangs into a ponytail so they dont fall in his face

so clumsy. he trips over everything

Makoto:

got through school before highschool without having to study

is not good with change

loves cute plushies and clothes

is Tired please give her a break

when Sae notices shes overexerting herself she makes sure to leave some of makotos favorite food and a small note for makoto on her bed

she just loves her sister very much

actually really likes spicy foods

u mention around her youre having trouble in school? not getting enough rest? forgot your lunch? Mom Mode Makoto activated

when shes alone she can curse up a storm

likes to play poker

is really good at talking to people and keeping up frienships

after highschool she is always busy u wanna hangout? she has 2 available days for the next 5 months

Futuba:

she has braces. she despises them

a very picky eater

sometimes she falls back into her old habits of hiding and isolating herself, when that happens shes learned to text someone and they sit outside her door and talk to her untill shes feeling better

cries easily, especially over characters and shows

has a phantom thieves fan account

when morgana and akira move away she gets a cat plushy because she misses her friends

shows everyone so many fun online things, discord? they have s discord gc because of her

akira has to remind her to drink water and fix her posture too much

wants to cosplay

shes really nervous for her first day of school but joker texts her all throughout the day even if he got in trouble for it

surprisingly a morning person

Haru:

she Runs on caffeine

likes to spoil her friends, yusuke spent all his money again? heres enough to get home and also buy a 3 course meal

works at a plant shop even though she doesnt really need to because she loves being around plants

plays piano and cello

touch starved pls hug her PLEASE

likes to fish

cutest laugh please protect her

also dabbled in acting, though hers was more classical stuff like shakespear

she loves golf and swimming

knows how to fight and will do so if needed

she bullet journals

Akechi (in general + if he got to stay with the pt):

actually doesnt have a strong opinion on pancakes, just was really feeling like eating pancakes that day when he overheard morgana

he loves the praise he gets but the spotlight is exhausting

shido told him long hair didnt look good on him once so now he refuses to cut it out of spite

loves to watch gordan ramsey, thinks its hilarious

Bottles up his emotions like crazy

actually really caring towards his friends, always checking up on them and making sure theyre taking care of themselves

loves shit talking his dad, esp with ryuji haru and yusuke who join him and shit talk their own father figures

he wears colored contacts

writes poetry, no one knows this though

cannot back down from a bet, tell him that he wont eat that spoonful of wasabi? hes choking it down with tears but at least he proved you wrong

kinda very incredibly petty

a big fan of mythology, he looked into it after getting his loki persona

loves movie dates with the phantom theives

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faintwalker · 4 years ago

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for the artist asks!! the questions i wanna ask u are 1, 2, 7, 9, 10, 12, 15, 25, and 30 👌 ive never done any of these artist ask things before so im not sure if thats way too many questions so u can skip some if u like

Even more questions! -wWw-

(As I’ve already answered 1, 2, 7, 15, and 25 with the previous ask, I will skip over those, but let me know if you want an answer expanded upon!)

So, it looks like I’m starting with:

9. How much time do you spend drawing on an average day?

I feel like I should say that, due to the pandemic, I feel like I didn’t pick up this hobby on a time of average days, so that may skew the data a bit. On some days I don’t draw at all, for various reasons, or I only get a small doodle done. Some days I draw for a few hours. And some days I spend more time, sometimes even the majority of the day, working on art, usually when I’m afflicted with hyperfocus for a project.

So, an average day is probably more than one hour but less than five. Maybe. I can’t say I’m sure.

10. Are you confident about your art?

It depends, I think.

Perhaps I should say I’m confident with where I’m at with my art, in many ways. I’m still learning and growing as an artist, and there are many ways in which I hope to improve my abilities. Some of my art has many mistakes, and certain pieces are uncomfortable to look at with how glaring the mistakes feel-- even some of these pieces are on my blog. I try to avoid showing a strong lack of confidence when I don’t feel great about something, because really:

The art I do is a hobby. I don’t have to be perfect at it, all I have to do is find that it brings something worthwhile to my life.

And so for me, drawing isn’t about being perfect. If I was trying to convey a concept, did I convey the concept? If I was trying to capture a certain feeling, do I feel it when I look upon the piece? If I thought of something silly, does my art of it still make me want to laugh? Sometimes art is about emotional processing or healing or fear. Sometimes art is wanting to share something with someone else, hoping to brighten their day. It’s a form of expression, and it can express all kinds of things.

(If my art is a love letter to something that matters to me in life, do I feel glad of the time I spent on it?)

When I ask questions like this, I would say that I have confidence even if I have much to learn in the way of skill. And I do think some of my skill is pretty decent, too! I can have a lot to learn and still feel good with what I do now.

Even if a piece is not my “best,” I will still often put it up so as to not corner myself into raising my own bar on what’s “good enough” to an impossible high. To live like that is miserable for me.

(I grew up in a place where my worth was dependent on my abilities. To draw and create without my art needing to be “good enough”-- needing to try for perfection on every piece when perfection itself is an abstract concept-- is a way in which I make myself freer. And so my philosophy on art has perhaps become a strange one, but it gives me the strength to draw as I do.)

(Sorry if my answer is odd and overly heavy! I was trying to answer the question honestly, and this was the best way I could think to do it.)

12. Is it okay for people to ask you about your process?

Super okay! If you’re curious about something, please feel free to ask!

-wWw-

(I already answered 15, but on some days when I do many little drawings, the time between posting can give an idea of how long they take! I often post things soon after I draw them. Not always, and some time is spent with taking the picture and formatting the post, but I did realize that sometimes when I draw many smaller things, I do them in a row!)

30. What inspires you to not just make art, but to be a better artist?

Many things, to be honest! There are things I would like to convey better in my art, so that’s a big one. Seeing other people’s art can be inspiring-- I can’t word it well at present, but the world is full of all this art and I find that to be wonderful. Sometimes that makes me want to contribute too, partially out of appreciation. I’d like to make things that other people can see and have feelings about. I think that’d be pretty cool. (It’s always super cool to hear when people like my art! Makes me really happy.)

On the contributing-- I like to make fanart. It’s fun to be part of an online community of people who all like a certain thing and celebrate that in various ways, and seeing all that inspires me to put in effort when I can! Thanks to all of the kind people who have been part of my positive fandom experience!

As I said earlier, art is a form of expression, and so part of it is wanting to express myself better.

Below the cut I get dark and heavy. This is your warning about that.

To be personal for a moment again: I’ve survived through some really terrible things in life. One of the things that helped me the most to get through that and to make it to the better place I’m in now, to keep me going on alright, is seeing reflections of pain similar to what I went through in fiction. I don’t know anyone who lived through a situation like mine, and I’m happy about that, actually, because I don’t want people to suffer, but a fictional character can’t be hurt in the same way as a person can be, as they are a concept. And it’s not easy to find characters with hurts very similar to my hurts actually dealing with them in a psychologically realistic or relatable way, but when I do find content with that, it matters so much to me. It makes me feel like I’m not alone.

If I can, I want to make something of the sort that I find helpful, in the hopes that it might help someone else too. And that is the deepest heart of it-- helping myself and others.

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Thank you for sending in the questions, jellyfish! I hope the heavy answers are okay.

#ask answered #ask meme answer #a bit heavy #it's cool to get questions sent in for these!

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one-twisted-sister · 4 years ago

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Authors Note: Snip bits were taken from an rp with @lichaltar for this part, one more to go!

PT 1 is here Skrill had heard everything alright, angry, she was angry at the youngblood no effort was even given when talking to the older purpleblood not only that but the amount of disrespect that Domini had shown her mother, the seadweller had witnessed it first hand Divines struggles to try separate her child from her past, to bury the mental scars , to change for her daughter. Skrill caught her as she was on her way out of the music room. grabbing and squeezing at the youngbloods arm. "Domini Mariee You will come BACK here." The tone was like nothing Domini had ever heard before one that only those with gills could muster it sounded frightening and venomous alright.

Her step mother had her cornered literally as Domini's back pressed against the wall as the seadweller flared up like a pissed off beta fish. "YOU WILL NOT TALK TO HER LIKE THAT!!!". She didn't expect to discipline the yougblood but sometimes it took two moms to get through a thick headed youth. "She is TRYING Domini, she has made LEAPS and BOUNDS for YOU so she can re establish some form of fucking relationship with her daughter. She's even trying to be less intimidating looking for you- she has been TRYING!." Domini frowned listening to her step mother that sour look still on her face. "Well goody for her." The words held so much venom perhaps even more than Divines ever held, so much that she almost spooked herself. Skrill took hold of Domini's chin forcing the purpleblood to look down at her the grab had almost gotten a growl but the youngblood wasn't that stupid she did how ever advert her eyes. "Loreto and Divine thought you were D e a d- don't you think for once that they wouldn't love you to fucking pieces under any other circumstances. Now go out some fucking effort in and apologize for being like this to someone changing themselves for you."

If it was one thing that she got from both her parents it was that damn stubbornness as she yanked her chin from the seadwellers hand folding her arms over her chest. "I know she's trying, now, am I supposed to just 'oh hey you're acting different now let's be a happy family ha ha hee hee ha ha ho' this woman tried to c u l l me I'm still kinda sore about that." But she didn't, did she?, Divine could have ended her life multiple times, she'd come so close but pulled away with no word. Skrills face was unchanged still holding the look of anger. Domini visibly deflated and leaned back against the wall, she hated being mad, she hated yelling this wasn't her to her she'd already put effort in and Divine had turned her away back then but still that was then this is now.

It was weird.. apart of her did want it.. want to sit there with her mother and the other part wanted to hurt her, make Divine feel as hurt as she once did, maybe it was the Mariee in her. "Okay fine I'll go back and talk to her again, I just need a moment." "Go!" Skrill yelled pointing towards the living room, ah the mom voice, Domini had huffed and moved from her spot Skrill following behind making sure the girl went to the living room and didn't dart off, Divine was already sat down tugging at those pants, damn it she missed her fur and dress the older Mariee stopped tugging at herself when the two had entered the livingroom Domini taking a seat across from her mother, Skrill between them her legs crossing. "Stubborn children the both of you I fucking swear." The words making the youngblood shrink in her seat a little with a grumble shifting several times out of nerves.

Divine on the other hand only chuckled she wouldn't argue knowing it to be true she had her childish days Domini finally let her attention focus on her dame perhaps it was the fact she didn't look intimidating that allowed her to unleash that anger earlier. "Div- mom I'm sorry I blew up, that was uncalled for." The youngblood finally spoke giving Skirll a short glance before her eyes dropped to the low living room table. "It's alright I-." Domini shot up from her hunched position. "Wat?!." "I said it's alright." "Yea I know you said it's alright but that- it's." Domini turned her attention to Skrill. " Is this really my mother?, how many times did you bash her head?." "Domini." Divine spoke that warning mother tone making the youth silence herself.

"Well- its hard to argue with someone like me Domini. I may have a family and be part of yours, but keep in mind there’s a difference between genocide and full planetary destruction." Skrills eyes widened for a moment, a sick smile eating away at her features before they turned into something- sweeter. "When things are repetitive and shits not getting done, that causes delays. Clogged up cogs in machines are useless." Domini had sank a little bit further into that couch as that grin appeared on her step mothers face and then switch to a sweeter look, the three continued to chat, Skrill explaining what happened to a planet she had no use for or was invaluable stopping to point at Divine. "Be glad she's your mother Domini- I have no mercy for anyone if they don't prove to me that they're worth something." The youngblood leaned back into her seat a bit, she was more than certain that Skrill would have ended her by now .

Their conversation continued talking of Divines mate, her dear Adonis whom needed to get in contact with his decedent about his voodoos, Divine would make it happen, somehow, if she could make it to this point with Domini then her darling could make it to this point, maybe almost this point with Fenrir that would be the next task on the older Mariees plate.

"That males hard headed- if you ever wonder where those annoying moments from your brothers come from- that’s it." "Yes that is exactly where they get it from, Boreas more so than Dontay, that boy I swear." "He's a dick." Domini spoke in a matter of fact voice. "Domini!." "What?, he is mom." "- Yes, yes he is you do have a point." Divine spoke nodding watching as her daughter stuck her tongue out at her. "I also heard that Ama has temporary custody of Deet? Schooling in the east is going to be interesting for that little one. He'll be in good hands as long as those hands are Himawaris." She crossed her legs, her head tilting back as she closed her eyes. "He'll come back a proper little Lualdi and probably dabbling in something artistic, its in his blood anyways."

Domini moved a hand to run the back of her neck. "Yeah he does, it's kinda weird not hearing him run around, but I was in over my head, we had our fun family moments but I don't think I or Momo are anywhere close to being ready to be parents." That hand moved to slide along her arm shoulder giving a shrug. "I'm only twelve and he's fifteen almost sixteen-." She paused before huffing. "God damn it I just admitted that everyone was right." To young, plus she was sure it was starting to get to her mate a little, maybe. "Yea he'll have fun there learning and Ama seemed real nice when I met him, a little intimidating-." Domini stopped as she heard Divine give a snort, ah her dear kismate how she adored that annoying little man. "What?." Domini asked arching a brow at her mother who only waved a hand. "Nothing dear." Domini squinted at her mother for a moment before memory hit. "Oh speaking of!." Domini leaned forward and pulled the drawer of the table open the thing filled with little note pads that still had scribbles left on them, pulling out a page holding it out to Skrill. "Deet drew this for you, when you brought Tada over." It was a little doodle, him, Tada, her and Dom, she remembered watching the wriggler work hard on it even covering it from his mothers eyes when she tried to see what she was doodling with a 'no peeking mommy!'. "Aww... he drew my boobs bigger than my body." She guessed from that view it would seem like that, still she had to keep herself from snickering at it before she rubbed the little drawing of Tada, even in jelly bean form she was adorable and so was his depiction of his mom and himself. Divine couldn't help the laugh that passed her lips at the drawing making Domini do a double take it was.. weird hearing her laugh now it didn’t sound forced or cold and cruel like before it sounded.. joyful? Messiahs who was this woman..

"Ah- I miss my baby girl so much, this is wonderful. Ill have to start a cork board wall, I feel like there will be a loot of little pictures over time." She smiled. "You were doing wonderful Dom, he's still your boy. Ama is just playing the role of cranky old teacher I can promise you that much." She went back to looking at her little art piece, snapping a picture to send Loreto since, Deet was his grandson in a way. Domini gave a humored smile nodding. "I know he is, he'll be learning what he needs to and growing, plus I can- slow down a little and rewire the brain." She pointed at her head with a chuckle "Will you two behave If I go?" It was Divine whom answered with a nod. "Yes, I believe things have cooled down from earlier." Her eyes turned towards her daughter whom nodded just as Skrills phone gave a buzz no doubt it was her father. Txt: Aww that's so cute!, lil artist!, Tada looks so cute there, we'll need to hang it some where' Txt: Miss our little girl so much. miss you, love you' Skrill was smiling down at her phone for a moment before sighing and standing up. Much like a mom she ended up smoothing Domini"s hair back and kissing her forehead with a hushed 'You need to call your father.' Domini closed her eyes at the kiss a giggle passing her lips. "I will I'll get a hold of him later tonight or tomorrow." Skrill then moved to Divine giving the females forehead a kiss to in a joking manor, it left the purpleblood blinking for a moment with a snort, mothers.

"Be nice to each other- try understand one another." She leaned against the open frame of the living room as she tapped at her chest. "Tada almost died- I get where your mom was coming from- that sadness. I gave my soul to get that kid back don't think she wouldn't have if something happened to you and she had the chance. Okay?" And with that she was gone, waving at the pair before the door closed. Domini stared at the door her jaw had dropped a bit.. Tada.. that little ball of energy she turned back to her mother. "Do not worry shes doing well now I would have gone but- it was to much for even me to handle."

When Dominis stepmother and Divines friend took her leave the two purples were left there looking at each other in silence, silence that filled the room for a moment as Domini rubbed her arm. "I am sorry- about earlier." "I know Domini, you've told me and like I said I understand." Domini was silent again she felt like all of her walls had been ripped down she felt.. exposed. "I never asked why you thought I was dead?." It felt weird saying those words. Divine closed her eyes for a moment to collect her thoughts and revisit her past. "I'll start from the beginning- when I found out I was pregnant with you I was upset and scared, I was young, this goes back before I met your step father the General was not happy about it of course because it meant I would not be able to fight and having a pregnant female on your team means he wasn't a good General, which he wasn't by no means." Divine spoke Domini hanging onto her every word. "He had me taken to the Jade cavern to deal with my pregnancy, it's almost funny the way you are with Deet, when you were in my belly, watching it and the clutch you were in grow I started to get attached very attached." Her hand moved to rest on her abdomen. "I'd talk to you every eve to morn." "So you did- care about me." Dominis words were little, almost a whisper. "You were my world Domini-- you know I was going to call you Alexis?." The youngblood blinked a brow arching. "Alexis?." "Alexis, helper, defender." Divine gave a small smile which didn't last long fading away. "But the night I went into labor and had my clutch there were only three eggs the two held no life you were the only one from that clutch, the General-."

Domini watched as Divine paused for a moment before speaking again. "The General ordered the Jade Guardian to take your egg out and crush it, I didn't get a chance to even hold you and when the Jade came back covered in purple." Divine closed her eyes she could still see them, the blood stained robes. "When I returned to the base I was put in solitary confinement." "Solitary confinement?." Divine nodded to her daughter. "Think of those padded rooms you see on television shows but it's steel." The youngblood blinked as she looked down at her hands. "I see." "Since then I thought you were dead." "And that’s why you were so shocked to see me when I met you." "I didn't believe you were my daughter at first, but the likeness was to obvious," "What happened afterwards?." Domini asked, Divine taking in a breath, nervous.. what if it triggered her to- attack. "You don't have to answer." "Hm?." "I said you don't have to answer cause your doing that thing I do when I'm really nervous I tug at my pant leg or fiddle with my shirt to." Divine watched the youngblood for a few minutes. "Domini could you- let your hair down?." The older Mariee asked as the youth reached up pulling the hair tie out letting her dark locks fall down to her shoulders, that purple in her hair was much more visible, the curls almost matching her own, honestly the girl took after her so much one could have sworn a bucket was involved meant her genes were stronger and more dominate and that almost made the female smirk.

Divine had missed so much from her hatching to her first pupation and walking, talking and due to her fucked up mind, she was sure there were times when the child needed her mother and... and she wasn't there, she was lost, walking blindly becoming so angry when the young one didn't match the one she had pictured. Divine could still hear it when her daughter was younger when she met her. 'mom why are you doing this?!', 'mom I just wanna know you!.' so many times she had almost culled her.

"c'mere." She spoke her hands giving a wave for the youth to come closer, Domini was a little hesitant but she slowly got up and crossed the small area to stand in front of her mother, whom took her small hands in her own. "If I had know that you were alive, I would have busted out of that cell sooner and came for you, I thought I'd lost you so I gave up, my mind, body and spirit broke, you were the most important thing in my life and when- when you were ripped away from me I lost it." "And when I saw you- that pain all came back not only what happened during that time but-." Divine was silent for a moment. "When I saw what happened to little Tada, almost losing her, when I saw her I saw you Domini and It- it shattered me I remembered being in that cell after I had you taken away from me crying, screaming how much loosing you hurt thinking my child, a gift that was given to me was dead-." There was pain, so much pain behind each word as the woman spoke, Domini blinked was she seeing things?.. no, no she wasn’t they were there alright, the streaks of purple that dripped down her mothers face.. crying... Divine was... crying...

#Divine #Domini #Skrill #Come together Caprisci

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velvetgons · 6 years ago

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yedam as your boyfriend;

yedam x reader

word count; 3.6k (ish i think)

requested; yes!! thank you both for requesting

so i just have this big idea with yedam where he’s got the vibe of like. pining??

i feel like if he liked someone he’d be too nervous to ever tell them so he’d end up having that aesthetic of cute boy in your class that you occasionally catch staring at you but you never really know why

you think ‘eh maybe he’s just zoning out and i happen to be sat in the spot he looks at when he does that :// no big deal’ lowkey you’d wish he was staring at u because he liked u but u just feel that’s unrealistic because omg it’s bang yedam

but no. no. omg does he like you a whole lot.

he’d write you lil dated letters whenever he was having a lot of feelings about anything (example: he’d get stressed out by training and so he’d write you a letter about how he was feeling and how he wished he could be with you to help him feel better, or he’d get some really good news and he’d write you a letter about how happy he was and how he wished he could share that feeling with you)

and they’d go between being like lil notes that just said “dear ___, i’m really stressed and i wish you were here with me.” and being like two double-sided pieces of paper long that included him going off on 40 different tangents

after a while he’d have to start keeping them in a lil box because there’s just so MANY of them and he’s all ‘omg this is the most embarrassing thing i’ve ever done’ as he continues to add more of them to his collection

honestly? he’s not entirely sure why he keeps them because he’s convinced he’ll never ever tell you that he likes you. he thinks maybe he’s doing it so he can look back on it when he’s older and be like ‘wow remember that crazy time!’

and then he starts writing songs about you and then he realises that oopsie maybe this isn’t something he’s gonna just gradually get over

his songs abt you are either so sweet and cute and are like ‘i am: in love’ or they’re ANGSTY and are pretty much just him artistically saying that he thinks you don’t even know he exists

which i mean?? you definitely do. he’s Bang Yedam Himself. you know you’ve had a crush on him since you first got into the same school as him. you just assume he’s way too cool n pretty n smart n talented to ever even realise you exist

your pining level might be a tad bit lower than his to be honest?? you know you like him, you probably doodle his name in the corner of your notebooks with lil love-hearts around them sometimes, you know, to cope. and maybe you’ve daydreamed about him for a vast majority of the time you’re supposed to be focusing in any given class. but it’s all very contained, only you know you do this

but with yedam it’s like. all of his friends know. every single one of them has noticed or been told that yedam is absolutely whipped for someone he’s spoken to about four times

he writes you songs and people who know him ask who they’re all about, and he never knows what to say. he writes you letters almost daily but at the very least weekly, and keeps them hidden away that he would defend with his life if someone tried to read them. he gives you heart eyes in class that your classmates just kinda look at like ‘?? how have they not noticed’

speaking of him getting a chance to talk to you,, he’s so flustered he probably only says a maximum of two sentences

and it’s always his friends who’re like “___! hi! this is my friend, yedam, you remember yedam, right?”

every single time you get a lil bit flustered (but you’re keeping it #well hidden (even if everyone but yedam can gather that you totally like him)) but you say that “yeah!! of course, how could i not?” yedam swears his heart stops beating for a second

tbh, your conversations have never really gotten past that point, which really upsets yedam because he wants to know so much more about you!! he wants to hear you talk about things he’s asking about instead of just hearing bits of your conversation from classes and when he ‘accidentally’ passes you five times in the hallways

and he knows that if he likes you this much from just the things he’s gathered about your personality from this and subtly asking different people about you, then his ‘little’ crush is gonna get so much worse once he actually works up the courage to befriend you

but he’s just so :(( because he doesn’t know how to get to that point with you so he just avoids it altogether and goes about his daily life thinking he’ll have to eventually get over it

then. he’s walking down the hallways one day when everyone’s getting out of class to move to their next one and he sees you with your friends and you look. incredibly distressed

so he swerves to walk a lil bit closer bc his heart just went ‘:( hhhhh’ at the idea of you being upset. and he hears you talking to your friends about how you’ve just been feeling pretty down recently and you can’t manage to cheer yourself up and how it’s really bothering you

and even though yedam can hear your friends actively attempting to comfort you over this he’s still panicked because :(((( he hates the idea of you being upset and feeling like that and he just ?? doesn’t know how he could help you feel better

so when he gets home that day, he writes another one of his usual letters, except he really goes off in this one. it gets pretty long and he ends up, a. confessing his feelings for you, and b. going off about how perfect you are and how you deserve all the happiness in the entire universe

except, he doesn’t sign this one off with his usual, ‘all the love, yedam.’ and instead chooses the anonymous version of this with just, “all the love.”

the next day, he’s gonna rush to school to make sure he gets there nice and early, and he drops it into your locker and would probably literally run away

so you’d open your locker when you got to school and you’re all ‘??!! wowie’ when a piece of a paper with your name written in cute lil handwriting on is right there

and you’d open it and read it right there, but then you’d get a lil embarrassed because now you’re blushing and maybe your eyes are watering a little bit too

you know, obviously, that it’s like omg secret admirer!! because there’s no name saying who it’s from. but you really wanna know!! you’re all soft for them already and you don’t even know who it is yet!!

yedam, who has been very inconspicuously pacing the hallway near your locker until you got there and read it is like aha!! mission achieved they’re smiling and they look happy!!

and so, much to your surprise, this becomes a daily occurrence. you get to school, open your locker, and there’s always another lil note, sometimes a whole letter!! and they’d be so sweet and cute and he’d probably write one where he’d be like “is this weird?? i get so nervous about making you uncomfortable sometimes :///” and you’d be like? well how am i supposed to tell them that it’s not at all weird if i can’t respond to them

so, in a lil bit of a risk, you write them a letter back, and you leave it hanging out of your locker just enough for it to be visible if someone was in front of it. and you don’t know who to address it to, so you just write, in the tiniest handwriting possible, ‘all the love,’ on the edge so they’d know it was for them

and when yedam goes to leave you another note he sees and he’s like xovofeiv so he takes it and reads and he swears he’s having a real heart-attack this time

the letter would really just be you saying, “this whole pining, slow-burn thing is real romantic and all but i wanna know who you are :/// i think i really like you too and if you’ve liked me for this long you should totally just tell me!!”

so yedam scraps the note he was gonna leave you, and instead gathers every single ounce of courage he has inside of him to write a really messy one that just says, “ok so this is gonna sound really weird but trust me!! can i have your address? i have a gift for you”

n you find it so you’re like ‘ok…..hm….ok well let’s just do it and hope for the best’ so you leave them another lil note with your address on and then head on home at the end of the day

and you’re pacing around your room wondering if you should take a sneak glance but then you think they’re gonna tell you who they are whenever they’re ready so :// you should just wait

so yedam just gets the box of letters from his house. and leaves it by your front door. he knocks and then literally sprints away.

and so you open your door to see this box?? and it’s got a lil note on the top that says your name and has his classic ‘all the love’ written on the top so you’re like ‘????!!!!! ok we’re doing this huh’

so you take it inside and go to your room and get yourself comfortable for this experience. and, oh my god?? you read every single one of those letters, and you realise the dates go back for ages, and they’re all signed off from yedam. by the time you’re done tbh you’d probably be crying because he’s just so lovely. and you’re literally getting to see different emotions and events in his life all at the same time that he’s expressing this Big Love for you and you’re just like. ok. this: hurtS

and so when you go to school the next day you immediately go and find yedam, obviously. and he’s with his friends so you’re like “hi uh yes please may i talk to you :)”

for a second i think yedam would think he’s done something wrong but he’d still agree because!! he wants to know what you’re thinking about it

when you tell him that you’ve actually liked him for a while, too, he’d be so excited but he’d also be a lil bit sceptical,, like he doesn’t want it to feel as if you’re being pressured into liking him back because of it

so you’d show him one of your notebooks with his name doodled on and he’d dsfpvob have a genuine, serious heart-attack like you’d be a tad bit concerned really because he’d visibly react and look so!!! shocked

however, yedam does say that he wants to still do things properly because you deserve so much!! so he’s immediately like “can i take you on a date??? a whole date???”

and so! (after he has discovered a romantic and cute way to do it) he’ll ask to officially be your boyfriend because he has a big soft spot for classic romance things. like. they just. have a very special place in his heart

and hhhhh omg he’s such a great boyfriend??

so empathetic and caring he just has this magicians trick of understanding your emotions on a whole other level

you’re sad?? he can just Tell whether you wanna talk about it or whether you’d rather just be comforted by his actions instead

you’re stressed and tired?? he knows you want your space and he’s completely okay to give it to you

at first i’m not sure if he’d be great at expressing his own feelings though? i just feel he’d struggle to be cohesive and exact about it instead of getting upset

but if you sat him down to explain that it’s okay to not know how he feels all the time, and it’s even better if he wants to consistently talk about what he’s thinking and how things make him feel, he’d be so, so grateful

keeping to his new-found aesthetic, he’d keep writing you little notes and he’d write you long-ass letters on special occasions

he’s also just super chilled out in general when it comes to your relationship? he knows that it depends on both of yours respect and effort for one another and he also knows he has plenty of both for you so he’s not really concerned

might have some issues with getting jealous at first but just because he’s actually pretty insecure when it comes to you. he’d have the belief for quite a while that you could do better and eventually you would just find someone better than him

and he’d really try and express this to you (even if it made him emotional) so you wouldn’t think being jealous was a big part of his personality

but he really would work so hard on bettering that aspect of himself!! he’d make sure to communicate with you what was bothering him so you could either go through it and help him rationalise it or if it seemed like a legitimate concern then you’d talk about what the both of you could do to change it

and i mean he’s all for doing that when you get jealous too but honestly it’s so clear to you now that he is, a. not the type to ever do something to break your trust and b. ?? so, so in love with you

however! once he got over his insecurities, he would really rarely ever get jealous lol

as soon as he learns to understand that it’s him!! you love him!! and even better, you love him because he’s himself!! what a concept

but yeah as soon as he learns that he’s just so unbothered by the things that used to make him nervous or worried

i mean someone could literally flirt with you in front of him now and he’s just like “:) lol anyway” because he gets it now,,,

i also don’t think he’d be an overly protective type? he’s just concerned about how you’re feeling in every situation so he’ll check in with you when you’re out together and stuff but overall he’s quite a big believer in letting you solve your own problems

and that’s not to say he’s dismissive because if you came to him with an issue and wanted his help then he seriously wouldn’t hesitate to give you advice/do what he could to help

but if you didn’t come to him, he’s gonna try and let you work out for yourself because he knows you can do it !! and he doesn’t want you to feel at all like you’re being underestimated by him

yedam’s 100% the type to do the lil shoulder nudge thing to get your attention and then lean in to give you the teeniest tiniest cheek kiss before he’d mumble a lil, “you okay?” when you were out in public together

yedam is just That Boyfriend too!

he loves the idea of wearing matching clothes!! he’d get matching shirts and colour-coordinate with you before you’d go out to make sure it was a Cute Look even if it was just a matching print jumper and black jeans

traces lil circles and love-hearts on your hand with his thumb when you’re holding hands with him in public and in private

in private though, he’d routinely kiss your knuckles if you were holding his hand because oh boy!! he hasn’t reminded you that he’s thinking abt you in a couple minutes he doesn’t want you to forget

takes candid pictures of you ((does yedam have a phone yet sodfbdi)) and has a folder of them in his phone that he looks at when he misses you

has a picture of you as his lock-screen too

all of your friends are like ‘??? where tf did you find him??? he’s so Good???’

and tbh you honestly don’t know. like. he’s like ridiculously perfect in a relationship. you feel like something bad was gonna have to happen because it just doesn’t feel like he can be real

if you ever wore his clothes, he’d freak out so much because !!! wow that’s his baby!! and he’d think you looked so cute. he’d like ‘wowie picture time :,)’

ok and full offence his favourite types of kisses ever are forehead kisses. you have like fifty (50) forehead kisses every hour because you do anything and his first reaction is “you know what you deserve for that? a kiss!”

but he’d be too shy to initiate kissing you on the Lips for quite a while lol

even after you’ve had your first kiss he’d be a little nervous about because it still makes him blush afterwards

so forehead kisses are an easy alternative ((even if you’re taller than him. he’s not afraid to lean up to kiss your forehead. he’s a bad bitch.))

also for a while after your first kiss (which again, he’d make romantic and extra) he’d always ask before kissing you like that because he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable with him

and. tbh. arguments with yedam just seem literally impossible to picture? the boy is so fuckign nice and sweet and considerate that he’d struggle to argue with you….

i mean when he gets in bad moods it’s mostly because he’s tired or stressed and he’s already gone off in length about how wants to be with you when he feels like that so he just seeks you out to be like ‘it’s your favourite boy and he’s in need of Affection :-///’

and he doesn’t really get angry,,,, he gets frustrated but you can never really make him angry and + why would you try to, u know

if you snap at him, it just upsets him because he’ll think he’s annoyed you or done something wrong, he isn’t gonna argue with you about it

he honestly just hates, hates, hates arguments and tries so hard to avoid them at all costs, even if he’d end up not voicing something because he’d be worried it would cause you to get angry with him

you’d notice this though!! and always try to remind him that he has to tell you things and if he communicates it with you like he always does you’re not gonna be angry with him over it!!

and, like everything else, he works? and puts serious, genuine effort into making sure he does this.

after dating him for a while, he’d probably notice little behaviours like his own more ‘negative’ ones in you sometimes and he’d talk to you about them to so you could work on them!!!

everyone around would think your relationship when you first started dating was impressive, but it just…keeps improving…it never stops getting better….

yedam also really loves just Talking about everything with you. he likes to know about what you’re thinking and what your future plans are. he likes to know about weirder things too like what your opinions on aliens and ghosts are. he just loves to sit, be really comfortable, have soft music playing, and ask you about every single thing he can think of

i think a relationship with yedam would just very quickly turn into something you could tell was never going to hurt you?

like. sure. maybe some time in the future you and yedam could break-up. you don’t want that but you understand that it happens. but you can just tell that you’re never going to regret being with him you know?

you’d probably mention that to yedam at first and i mean, he’d be glad that you knew he was never gonna be a heartbreaker for you. but he’s also :( because he doesn’t want you to ever believe that you two weren’t In It To Win ItTM

tbh you really couldn’t picture ever having a reason to break-up with yedam either because?? you just never seem to be able to get bored with him, and you ((to be honest, if you’re honest)) feel like you’re falling a bit more in love w him every day

n he’s really just your biggest fan. he just adores you so much in everything he does.

you two are attached at the hip!! if you don’t particularly want there to be time when he gives you your space then omg you’re gonna be with him pretty much 24/7

yedam, as secretly as it is, loves having his hair played with and loves playing with your hair

he tries to do something cute w it sometimes but usually he just plaits different sections together or just runs his fingers through it really

also, yedam, cuddling enthusiast, remains the almost completely consistent little spoon

he is babey!! he loves being curled up next to you and feeling all warm n safe!! especially adores when he gets to wrap himself up in a blanket and be cuddled by you bc he feels like he’s on a cloud :,((

side note: if you give him nose kisses while he does this. he’ll just combust. he genuinely cannot handle the Feelings.

the only time he isn’t a little spoon is when you two are like. lazily cuddling when watching tv. he’ll just have his arm draped around you so you can have your face smooshed against his chest

also, don’t test him. if you’re sprawled across the sofa and he wants a cuddle and you won’t move. he’ll just lay on you. what r u gonna do about it other than move so he’s the little spoon again? nothing!

i think. i should stop here before i Go Off too much about what dating yedam would be like so hmmm

to summarise, i think any relationship with him would really just be the purest softest most healing experience there is?

and it’s so detached from reality too because he’s genuinely just such a good person,,, no one understands how he’s just so pure,,, and too good for this whole world,,, pls treat this boy Right it’s all he deserves

#hi bang yedam has my heart #ygtblbr #ygtb scenarios #ygtb imagines #ygtb reactions #yg treasure box reactions #yg treasure box imagines #yg treasure box scenarios #bang yedam #yedam scenarios

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loyalflutist · 5 years ago

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Stony Expression (F!Byleth x Edelgard)

Rating: General Audience Archive Warning: Major Character Death Category: F/F Summary: It's a compliment to Byleth. Any sort of emotion beyond the generic smile and cheeky attitude never saw the light of day, even in extreme situations. But in her life, there were only three people who saw through her facade.

A/N: RIP, I had an idea after reading the screenshots of dialogues from Byleth in Fire Emblem Heroes. Decided to write a somewhat... heartwarming... not really... kind of work? (We need more Mama Edelgard, if you know what I’m saying.) Hope you enjoy the work!

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“Gosh, don’t you think the professor is scary, Dorothea?”

“How so?”

“She’s never shown any sort of emotion to us!”

“Um… why are you so bothered about it? Isn’t that the point of keeping cool-headed?”

“It is, to an extent.”

“What do you mean?”

“I heard that when her dad died last week, she didn’t even shed a tear!”

“Whoa. Talk about creepy.”

“You sure you’re telling the truth, Ferdinand? You always seem to blow these situations out of proportion.”

“Um, duh, Casper. I’m sure someone else can attest to it.”

“I doubt so—”

“I did.”

“Lindhardt? YOU?”

“I saw it with my very own eyes. Mmgh… I’m gonna skip class and take a nap, ‘kay?”

“HEY! Don’t you leave us hanging like that!”

“Geez, why are you so loud, Petra?”

“U-Um… don’t… you think we should be… you know… comforting her?”

“I would, Bernadetta, but Teach is clearly keeping her guard up. I mean, just… look at her right now.”

Caspar, Dorothea, Ferdinand, Lindhardt, Petra, and Bernadetta shot a glance at their professor. In the classroom where lecture won’t start for another fifteen minutes, the early birds were given the treat to gossip, jest, and horseplay. The perfect occasion for learning about the hottest rumors too. Today, Ferdinand brought up a rather morbid rumor—No, it wasn’t even a rumor. It was facts about their professor, Byleth.

They kept an eye on Byleth. The young woman in her early 20s fingered through the worksheets behind her desk. Based on their observations, their instructor remained the same. Diligent in her duties, attentive to her colleagues, and always there for her students. That’s the Byleth they knew all too well. However, Ferdinand wasn’t wrong from his remarks. The Byleth they envisioned was a bit more… reactive. Byleth’s stony expression and lack of anything beyond her rare, cheeky attitude painted her in a different light. Strange is a euphemism about the older female. Cold-hearted as a dysphemism about the ex-mercenary.

‘ I’m used to it. ‘

Byleth was not oblivious to their dagger-like stares. It pierced her exposed skin and armor without a moment of hesitation. Despite the mental remark, her shoulder’s muscles became rigid, hidden by the worksheets tossed onto the wooden podium.

‘ They’re just like everyone else. ‘

The male student was not wrong with his impression of her. Her father, whom she looked up to so dearly, died in the heat of battle. It was supposed to be a practical lesson in warfare for her students. The once-a-week “field trip” the staffs put together as part of the Officer’s Academy curriculum. Tragedy hardly described the scene that had befallen them.

Byleth and her father were chaperones and commanders of last week’s trip. A simple mission of pushing back the rebels that dare disrupt the peace near the monastery. It was the usual skirmish to counter any troublemakers and doers. Little did they know of the rebel’s leader. It was an old-time friend of theirs back when they were mercenaries. An older male roughly the same age as her father now stood on the opposite end. They tried to reason with him. The students were uncertain of their role in the fight. He rejected their proposal with a spear thrust into her father’s chest.

The spear

that

pierced

his heart.

It was a complete blur afterward. Byleth knew she didn’t lose her composure. That would be disastrous for the remaining troops and students left on the field. In lieu of fury, she coolly commanded the units to defeat the rebellion. Victory was easily achievable… but at what cost?

She shook her head and refocused her attention to the present time. From the far back, the green-haired spotted Edelgard and Hubert make their entrance into the classroom. The chatters from the other Black Eagles simmered down at the appearance of the two intimidating figures. Both the noble Edelgard and commoner Byleth made eye contact. Byleth smiled. Edelgard’s cheeks reddened before hurrying to her assigned seat at the front. Hubert narrowed his eyes at the professor and seated himself in the back. As if the death of her father hadn’t occurred, her classroom ran exactly as how it should’ve operated. Even the addition of a romantic relationship that recently sparked between Edelgard and Byleth didn’t disrupt the natural order for education.

It was

all so normal.

Like he

never

died.

Was this… really what she wanted though? Did Byleth want some sort of validation?

“Good morning, everyone.”

Byleth’s mature voice rang throughout the premise. If there were any remaining whispers and giggles, they were hushed by the more responsible scholars. She approached the podium. Then, with both hands lightly gripping the surface’s edge, she scanned her surroundings.

Nothing out of place. (Right?) Lindhardt was also present, which was a bit of a surprise. Byleth had lowered her expectations ever since he skipped class for a nap in the garden. The fact that he was here was a huge plus. That amusing idea screeched to a complete halt when he began to nod off. The corner of her lip twitched. At least he did try to come to class…

As for the others… Ferdinand was eyeing the white-haired rival with a small smirk. He twirled a feather between his index and middle finger, eyes twinkled in excitement. A typical reaction from their competitive relationship. Petra toyed with her hair and rolled her eyes at the sight of Ferdinand’s obvious reaction about their future lord. Casper stifled a yawn, elbows on the table and chin resting on the palms of his hands. Bernadetta had beads of sweat fly out of her head as her thumbs toyed with one another. Dorothea sat at the front like an obedient puppy. Maybe a bit too obedient since she was clearly shooting heart eyes at the professor in a playful manner… And then there was Hubert. Oh, Hubert. He was always a loyal servant to Edelgard. The man is kind, but ever since Byleth started a private and secretive relationship with the noble, he has been awfully overprotective with the young lady.

Byleth suppressed a sigh. She closed her eyes and, after counting to five, reopened them and flashed her signature smile.

“Let’s review some materials from last week. It doesn’t hurt to get a little refresher after the long three-day weekend.”

The three-day weekend that was partially due to her absence to quietly mourn for her father. Byleth had disappeared from existence to visit his grave. Accompanied by the ever-so-noisy Sothis that she can only see, speak, hear, and touch, the two paid their respect. Numbness. Byleth felt numb during those three days. No—she still felt numb right now.

“I’m surprised you can still hold yourself together, mortal,” Sothis muttered. She crossed her arms and looked up to the female. “But don’t hold it all in. The bottle is going to explode one day.”

Sothis was one of the few individuals who saw through Byleth’s brick-like features. The second person is her father.

She lowered her gaze. Soon, the woman got down to her knees and reached out to touch her father’s tombstone. His name will forever be immortalized on the thick slab of rock. Unfortunately, it won’t be immortalized for a reason worth celebrating.

“…leth.”

The ex-mercenary now found herself staring at an empty desk. This shared office with other staffs not prestigious enough to earn their own office (like Byleth), who were crammed into this one area. Her father was one of them, yet he never complained. In reality, he had actually enjoyed it. The daughter would always hear his jolly laughter and gruff voice echo from within. Students unfamiliar with his booming personality were in for a shock every single time they walk past the room. To Byleth, she welcomed it. After all, he is her father and she is his daughter.

Most of his supplies were placed in a rusted chest box. If there were any supplies to begin with, that is. Her father was not one to possess many materialistic items, save it for his clothes, weapons, armors, and whiskey. There wasn’t even a family portrait in his possession! He was always a firm believer that memories were picturistic enough. Seeking nostalgia? Dig even deeper into the memory zone. Forgot about it? It was probably not important enough to remember!

“By…”

Byleth sat on her mattress, her knees held close to her chest. She hugged them and stared at the somewhat decorated wall. Unlike her father, she allowed a bit of flair to settle in her personal space. Student notes were pinned to the wall. Some portraits and doodles hung alongside with them. One of them was a portrait of everyone in the Officer’s Academy. All three houses were together, and all of the staffs stood for the shot. It took the artist more than five hours to get them squeezed into this magnificent art. The process was excruciating but worth it.

It was the only physical piece of evidence she has in memory of her father. Her heart clenched at the thought of his death. Flashbacks replayed over and over in her head at the time of his doom. She nearly scoffed at mental torment. How much longer was this going to go on?

was going to

keep

going.

“Byleth.”

The older female blinked. Warmth enveloped her entire being in one swoop. Frantic, she rapidly examined her surroundings—until Byleth considered the context of her current situation. Edelgard held her seated mentor in an embrace. The two were safely hiding in the professor’s now-closed office. It was still early evening where students ran amok in the monastery. Musical melodies from talented choir members faintly trickled through the glass windows. A light breeze ruffled nearby leaves of a tree. Birds chirped alongside with the singers as an accompanist. It was a pleasant day.

Well, it was supposed to be for the two. Edelgard fingers began to run through her lover’s hair, nails satisfyingly brushing the scalp. She planted a gentle kiss to Byleth’s head.

“It’s okay to show what you’re feeling, Byleth.”

No—That wasn’t right. It wasn’t Byleth’s nature to show her feelings to the public. The stony expression, the bland reaction to extreme situations… those were compliments. She’s been told that she lacks emotion since she was a little girl! Even the Black Eagles think she is cold-hearted and cruel in the face of battle! Many of the students and paid troops think of her as an anomaly. Byleth thinks it’s natural.

But when it came to grief this strong, Byleth felt her heartstrings tug. For once, she wanted to let someone know about how she felt. It’s not an easy feat, though. The other half of her rational personality scream that she keeps it to herself. There was no use in burdening others of her sorrows and mourns. The death of her mother was a shining example of this. Besides, even if she did try to open up, she couldn’t. This nature of hers was just too ingrained into her system.

Edelgard continued to smooth through Byleth’s hair. In response, Byleth buried her face into the noble’s abdomen. The aromatic scent blossomed in the teacher’s sensory nerves. She gradually wrapped her arms around the student. Byleth deeply inhaled. A shaky exhale. At that instant, the floodgates from her lacrimal glands came loose as she felt her respiration shudder. The mentor slowly shook her head against Edelgard.

“Why did he have to die?”

She bit her lower lip hard. Eyelids stiff, throat scratchy, a choking cry erupted from her lips.

“I should’ve died in his place!”

Edelgard simply ran her fingers through the green locks, her eyes focused on her girlfriend. Soft “shh”s emitted from her lips as she planted another tender kiss on the head. Small whispers of “you’re going to be okay” and “I’m here for you, Byleth” sprinkled during the breakdown. It caused great agony to the empire’s upcoming lord to feel powerless for her teacher. However, unlike Byleth, who beat herself up, Edelgard’s emotional and mental health was far more resilient. Could it be because she was able to properly grieve when the time came? To release her anger unto others in an appropriate manner? Perhaps. For Byleth, she had always held everything inside.

“Oh, I miss him so much!”

She curled her fingers inward and dug her nails into Edelgard’s clothes. A slight wince from the student went unnoticed as she continued to wail uncontrollably. It was so unlike Byleth. If anyone else were to witness this, they would have assumed a trickster replaced Byleth with another person!

This is no good. Byleth is breaking free from her nature. She shouldn’t be venting, let alone blast her emotions to another person… even if that person is her significant other. Yet it was too late for Byleth. She became oversensitive from being honest with her feelings. The fear. The sadness. The grief. Out of all the people that saw through her façade, for Edelgard, she was the third person in her life to have seen through her stony expression.

#loyalflutist #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #f!byleth x edelgard #fan fiction #fanfic #os #one shot #AnGSTTTTTTTTT #idk what else to tag it as #prepare to be depressed????#my angsty writing is taking over and i should've gone for fluff lmao

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stitchcasual · 6 years ago

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Oh noes! Prompts for stitch... 31 for fenhawke in whatever universe you feel fits. Bonus points if there's silly doodling on boring meeting documents involved.

Should I maybe have been working on something else at work instead of this? Maybe. Was this absolutely a ton of fun and I regret nothing? Fuck yes

I hope you enjoy this cheesy, modern!au fenhawke thing

This is the fifth meeting Hawke’s been in about this new synergizing-between-departments concept the administration has come up with. Hawke’s always crossed department lines when he needed to and most of the other managers and assistant managers in this meeting with him today have done the same. It’s just that the administration team has made IT put together a fancy new software package to facilitate this sort of communication so they don’t have to leave their desks and waste valuable time. Or that’s what it feels like to Hawke. Which is why today he’s brought his notebook and posted up near the back of the room so he can amuse himself instead of pretending to pay attention to PowerPoint Presentation From Meeting Three, the Remix.

He’s trying to doodle his dog’s stupid face when he feels eyes on him. Casually looking up reveals the new assistant manager in Cullen’s department watching him out of the corner of his eye. Hawke hasn’t had a lot of time to get to know him yet, different departments and all, but he does make a point to introduce himself to all of the new managers in their first week, just in case they need something from him or he from them. This one hasn’t called on Hawke in the few months he’s been here, so all Hawke knows is that his name is Fenris, he’s got a startlingly deep voice for someone his size, and he’s absolutely too attractive to be part of Cullen’s department.

Hawke raises an eyebrow at him and holds out his notebook so Fenris can see the sketch of his dog. It, uh, well, no one has ever accused Hawke of being a talented artist, so it looks more like a series of looping lines in a vague, perhaps animal-like shape but he’s having fun and that’s what matters. Or at least, that’s what he keeps reminding himself as Fenris simply stares at the doodle. Is Fenris secretly a master artist who wasn’t able to make enough money selling his art and that’s why he’s here, moonlighting for a multinational corporation in a very specialized department …yeah, probably not. It still looks like Fenris is judging him though.

Impulsively, Hawke pulls his notebook back and scribbles, “can u do better,” above the dog before holding it back out to Fenris and offering his pen. He can’t tell exactly what Fenris is thinking, but Fenris takes the notebook and pen, looking somewhat bemused at this turn of events. As Hawke takes in the slide projected at the front of the room, some sort of mashup between slides from presentations three and four it looks like, Fenris bends over the notebook, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

A few minutes later, Fenris pokes the notebook into Hawke’s arm, nodding down to the new drawing in the pages. Hawke presses his lips together to hold back a laugh as he grabs the pen back from Fenris. Leaving the notebook in the space on the table between them, he writes another note underneath Fenris’s drawing.

my dog is not a nug

Fenris slips the pen out of Hawke’s hand and writes back: how was I supposed to know that was a dog?

Hawke presses a hand to his chest in mock outrage, and Fenris raises an amused eyebrow at him.

draw an actual dog now, Hawke writes.

Fenris rolls his eyes but takes the pen and sketches out a pretty decent dog, actually. The nug had been well done too, and though Hawke feels a little bad about his own skills, at least Fenris seems willing to indulge him and isn’t actively shitting on his drawing ability, or lack thereof. Fenris adds a little smiley face next to the dog, and Hawke takes it all back: Fenris is an absolute sarcastic menace…and Hawke’s into it.

Hawke makes grabby hands for the pen and takes his revenge.

can u only draw nugs?

Fenris snatches the pen and draws a gorgeous rose.

nug plant, Hawke writes.

Fenris draws an elephant.

real big nug

Fenris draws a snake.

long nug

Fenris draws a quick portrait of Hawke.

scruffy looking nug herder

By this point, both of them are struggling to hold back laughter, and Hawke’s had to wipe away a few tears threatening to fall. He closes his notebook just before the meeting ends and they’re all dismissed to get back to the actual work that’s been piling up while they were in here.

“So, Fenris,” he says as he stands, tucking the notebook under one arm and extending his other hand to shake. Fenris takes the hand, his lips curling up in a pleased little smile.

“Hawke,” Fenris says, and Hawke grins, glad to see he isn’t the only one who remembered the other’s name.

“Feel free to drop by my office anytime to…synergize.” He regrets the words as soon as they’re out of his mouth, but thankfully Fenris chuckles even as he shakes his head.

“Just for that, perhaps I won’t.” But Hawke could swear Fenris winks before he walks away, and Hawke heads back to his office smiling and wondering if this new synergizing software includes the ability to send really shitty drawings to people.

#fenhawke #hawris #fenris #male hawke #dragon age 2 #xiz0r #stitch fic #tumblfic #this was delightful #and not at all based on real life things i've seen or heard of #nope #not at all

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professionally-unprofessional · 6 years ago

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Can I have a soulmate AU with a fem reader in 1-b and Jirou? The matching tattoos au would be cool, but I'd be fine with whatever!

Gosh I am on a ROLL with these requests recently xD

Wonder how long it’ll last.

Anyway, I’m sorry if the reader wasn’t what you expected or wanted. I didn’t really have anything to go on for their personality.

Oh, rather than just doing a matching tattoos AU I did a soulmate AU where whatever you draw not only appears on your soulmate but also on you.

Welp, I hope you enjoy. I actually enjoyed writing for Jiro a lot more than I thought I would.

“Whoa! Hey, what’s that on your arm, Jirou?” Mina called, leaning over the lunch table. The aspiring hero blinked in confusion then looked at her arm, wondering what her pink-haired classmate was on about. However, rather than blank skin, her gaze landed on a line that was slowly snaking its way down her arm. It was the beginning of their lunch break and the majority of girls from 1-A were sat down at a table together in the lunch hall.

“Oh, this? Guess my soulmate’s drawing again.” She hummed, wondering what you were going to come up with this time. This was a regular occurrence. Every so often you’d find a pen and just start letting your creativity flow. Much to Jirou’s relief, you didn’t take to drawing rude gestures all over your body but instead focused your creativity into pieces of artwork.

Well, at least she assumed you were the one drawing. In reality, she had no way to check, but the skill behind the pieces was fantastic nonetheless. Given that they never appeared on one arm and only places that would be visible to the artist, she would be willing to guess that it was you.

Either that or you had a super talented friend. Either scenario was fine.

The things that appeared were what really mattered since - should it be by your hand or not - there was no way you’d have just anything inked on you. No, you had specific themes. A lot of the time, instruments appeared and the thought that perhaps you liked music warmed Jiro’s heart. She found herself wondering about you far too often when things like these cropped up.

What genres of music did you like?

What sort of personality were you?

Aside from art, did you have any other big passions?

Were you an aspiring hero or someone going after a different career?

Who were you?

The girls were all leaning over the table now, watching as the line art slowly took form. Somehow, the intimate action of watching her soulmate drawing had become a game of Pictionary from her friends but, for some reason, the hearing hero didn’t mind. They were all being awed by you, her soulmate. The small spark of pride that kindled and warmed her was enough to stop her from finding somewhere private to watch.

When the shapes of a violin and cello took form, she knew you were doing another one of your musically inspired pieces. Normally you started at your hand with smaller doodles which then expanded as you worked further up the arm until they broke out around the top with something different. Whatever you started with was your theme and base and from there you just eased into a creative flow.

Yet this time, you had started from the top of your arm and Jirou knew what that meant. You were properly going for it today, having a full composition which was pre-planned and thought out. She was in for a treat.

She really admired your talent; to be able to do what you did just over their lunch break was borderline insane. Drawing on your own body was hard - let alone time-consuming. Then again, you’d started before they’d even sat down for lunch and you obviously practiced this hobby enough. Jirou allowed herself a moment to wonder where you were. You could be on the other side of the world. Or sitting in this lunch hall. However, given that you always seemed to be doodling when people from her age group were free, she’d hazard a guess that you were a student in Japan.

Somewhere.

From the violin and cello, you’d gone on to draw some lines where sheet music could sit wafting from the bow of the string instruments. The girls cheered as the drawing continued to take form. Once you’d drawn the outline for it, you went back to work on the detail for a few moments then returned to the score music.

They were all expecting you to put some decorative notes down but instead, you did a beautiful shape in calligraphy. ‘Y o u’ appeared on the bars and a hush fell over the girls. They watched as more curves took form along the inside of Jirou’s arm, Hagakure was holding her friend’s new canvas up for the others to see.

“You’re…. What?” Yao-Momo asked aloud from opposite her friend, seeming somewhat perplexed. Even the cool-headed creator was getting interested.

Mina let out a small squeal of excitement. “Do you think they could be trying to write something to you?”

Immediately the girls started chattering and the dark-haired heroine had to stop a blush from rising to her cheeks. You hadn’t tried to do anything like this before.

You were still working on other details, now throwing a flute and harp into the background. Mina let out a frustrated cry and Jirou smiled internally. Were you deliberately not finishing the writing?

What a tease.

Wait, did that mean… Did that mean you were watching from somewhere, knowing what was going on?

Feeling her heart rate pick up slightly at the thought that perhaps her soulmate was here in close proximity, the hearing hero raised her head and tried to see if there was anyone in the lunch hall drawing on themselves or being drawn on. She couldn’t see anything.

No groups of friends looking at them for reactions nor at one of their own with a pen. Damn.

“You’re p… Ahhh, what’re they going to say?” Mina cried, leaning even farther forward over the lunch table to get a better look. Jirou’s gaze immediately shot down to her forming temporary tattoo.

Indeed the beginning of another word had appeared next to the ‘You’re’ on the beautifully curving lines of the blank sheet music. This was too much! Why had she been landed with a soulmate who was such a tease? Deciding that she couldn’t take it anymore, she plugged her earphone jack into the ground.

Immediately conversations sprung into her ears but she focused and filtered past them. If she really concentrated hard enough and you were close by… perhaps she’d be able to find you.

None of the conversations in the hall were linked to art or soulmates. Okay then, time to try going a bit further.

It was faint, but she could hear something from outside. There was a familiar voice. Kendo! She was chuckling and talking to someone, reporting on a situation from… From a little way outside the hall! Focusing as intensely as she could without looking too immersed, she blocked out the noise from the hall and tried to hear. “…figure out… significant other is in UA… Are you… confess now…?”

She couldn’t hear any response, you must’ve given a physical response of some sort.

Looking back down, she took her jack out of the floor and heard all her friends cooing and crying out about how adorable her soulmate was. You’d done it, completing the little two-word sentence on her arm. “You’re perfect.”

She couldn’t help but smile at your little compliment. How sweet of you. Unable to hide her smile, she stood and scooted out of the little booth they’d been eating at.

“Hey wait, where are you going?” Mina cried out after her as she strode away.

“Leave her,” Momo smiled, watching her close friend go and the musician made a mental note to thank her for that later.

Lunch wouldn’t be going on for much longer. She was just glad that you’d done the ‘you’re perfect’ along the inside of her arm. Not that she wasn’t proud of it but she didn’t fancy everyone asking about it, especially not when it was too hot to be wearing the school blazers.

Feeling a tickling sensation on the unmarked inside of her wrist, the teen raised it to see what was forming. “I… would… love… to… meet… you…”

How adorable. She cursed the fact that she didn’t have a pen on hand to communicate back. You’d just have to wait for her to get there. That’s if it was you with Kendo. It had to be!

If she’d been right with her quirk then you were just outside. If memory served too, there was a rather large tree there sheilding the spot from anyone in UA. It was the perfect little secluded spot. Turning the exact corner she’d visualised, she saw you in all your splendour.

You were sat down in the shade of one of the trees with your back leaning against the trunk. A set of washable tattoo pens were in the grass beside you and Kendo was stood, leaning against the tree with her usual easy smile. She’d been saying something encouraging from the sound of her voice and stopped when you appeared.

You looked up in surprise and Jirou finally recognised you! You were a student in 1-B. No wonder Kendo was here with you. You looked up and Jirou’s deep violet eyes met your pretty (colour) hues.

You… had you always been so cute?

She remembered thinking that you were kinda attractive one time when they’d done joint training with your class but she’d been so focused on trying to get through the exercise that she hadn’t really had the time to admire you.

You were so much more gorgeous than she remembered.

A blush had crept up to your cheeks. Perhaps you’d been expecting her to write back and ask more questions or arrange a meeting. If nothing else, you certainly hadn’t expected your little plan to end like this.

Kendo smiled kindly and patted your shoulder. “I’ll leave you two to it.” With that, she raised a hand and walked off. That was the big-sister figure of class 1-B for you.

“Uh, hi.” And the award for the most award greeting goes to… Kyoka Jirou! At least she’d managed a small smile in an attempt to not look so scary. After all, you were looking like a deer in the headlights.

You managed to nod a little. “H-hey.”

It was then that the heroine’s eyes landed on the items scattered around you. She’d noticed the drawing utensils at first because of their colours against the green grass. Now she noticed what they were sat upon. It was a sketchbook and, on the page, she could just about make out various compositions for the piece you’d just executed.

“Did you draw all of those for this?” She breathed.

You nodded. “Sorry if it was a bit much… I didn’t really think my doodles were actually affecting someone else until this lunch. Shiozaki knew I was going to be drawing and when she saw you all getting excited about a soulmate tattoo she phoned Kendo and well…”

Moving forward, Jirou crouched and sat down on the grass in front of you. “No, it’s really cool. I like your drawings. You’ve got a talent.”

A blush crept up your cheeks. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

“Were you planning on writing that message regardless of who was going to see it?”

You shook your head. “Not particularly. I was going to write something different. I was going to write ‘Keep Smiling’ as a sort of positivity boost for my soulmate regardless, but when they said it was you…”

Kyoka found herself grinning slightly as you whined and hid your face in your hands getting too embarrassed to finish your sentence.

“I’ve had a crush on you since we did the training together.” Your muffled voice came out. “I thought it was bad… to crush on someone when it might’ve been my fate to be with someone else.”

She blinked in surprise. Had you liked her even without the soulmate system?

“Would you have said anything even if we weren’t soulmates?” She wasn’t sure why the question came out, it just did.

“If I could gather the nerve to confess, probably…” You grumbled and Jiro felt her cheeks warm from that confession.

A smile broke out on her face again. “You’re so punk-rock.”

You blinked then laughed softly and began to pack up your things. “I wouldn’t say that, but sure.”

“You’re totally badass!” She exclaimed catching your attention again as you paused from putting your sketchbook in your bag. “Do you remember the Chinese dragon you drew that snaked up your arm that time? That was really cool! And the Day of the Dead design you did on November 2nd last year with the cool decorative skulls?”

You nodded, recalling the designs. Had she really paid that much attention to your drawings? Gosh, those would look terrible if you saw them again now. Old artwork was often cringe-worthy albeit occasionally funny. It probably looked better in memory than it would physically. Thank goodness.

“You… really liked them that much?” You asked quietly, watching as she nodded. A smile crept across your face, lighting up your features. “Then I’d be happy to draw on you every so often. It’d be cool if I could draw on someone else. I’m sure it’d look a lot better!”

Jirou grinned back and agreed that she’d love that. How lucky she’d been to meet you today! She’d definitely thank Kendo and Momo when she next saw them. As the two of you sat underneath the tree, beginning to discuss your hobbies and get to know one another, she couldn’t help but let the happiness that was brewing in her fill her being to the core. Her cheeks even began to ache slightly from the fact that she couldn’t stop smiling with you.

She couldn’t help but watch the way your eyes sparkled as you spoke about being a hero and your dreams. Art was a hobby you used for stress relief just as she used music. Both of you passionate creatives in your own areas but able to understand and enjoy the dream of the other.

She’d found her soulmate and she’d been so blessed with someone so talented and kind.

As lunch came to an end and the two of you needed to get back to your respective classrooms, Jirou quietly gave you a small kiss on the crown of your head before waving goodbye; a promise on her lips that she’d see you again soon for that tattoo.

So in the shelter of your tree, away from prying eyes, you touched the spot on your head and smiled to yourself.

What a wonderful thing that had begun to bloom in front of your eyes. And this was only the beginning.

#jirou kyouka #kyoka jiro #kyoka jirou #mha #my hero academia #my hero academa x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #oneshot #fluff #bnha #bnha x reader #jiro kyoka

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skeletorific · 6 years ago

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Ko-fi and Kisses Matchup Drabble: Something’s Brewing: UT!Sans/Fem!Reader

Back to the street where we began

Feeling as good as lovers can

You know

Yeah we’re feeling so good...

The end of Jen’s pencil bobbed a little bit to the piano chords ringing out of her headphones. The music drowned out the noise of the cafe that surrounded her table.

She’d been coming here for a few weeks now after getting hooked on their hot chocolate. Normally she wasn’t much for coffee but her friend had recommended this place to her. To her surprise, their non-coffee menu was surprisingly extensive and their pastries were better than the usual dry biscotti-and-maybe-a-bagel affair of most places. The staff was friendly, but not overly so, leaving her in peace to doodle or work on her laptop. She found herself spending at least a couple hours there a week. Which was odd, normally she hated being in public when she didn’t have to be. But the cafe was....peaceful.

Which is why the sudden tap on her shoulder felt so jolting.

She instinctively gripped her headphones and whirled to tell off whoever had felt bold enough to intrude on someone innocently minding their own business, only to nearly get a faceful of her drink. The skeleton monster holding it backed off a few paces, holding up his hands apologetically. “Whoa, whoa, easy kid.”

It took you a second to process what she was seeing before she relaxed. “I’m so sorry, i-”

He shook his head, grinning faintly as he set the cup down. “Didn’t mean to startle ya, just finished your drink. Don’t think you could hear me calling your name, so I thought a little hand delivery might be nice. Probably coulda thought that one through.”

She sighed, pulling out one headphone. Should’ve done that in the first place, she tended to zone out, and the music certainly didn’t help. “Thank you...” She didn’t know the names of all the staff yet and were forced to check the nametag, pinned carelessly onto the blue sweatshirt he wore. “Sans”

“Don’t mention it. Least I can do for the new regular.”

she smiled, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. “Guess that’s what I am now, huh.”

“No bones about it.”

She nearly snorted out her cocoa in surprise, which made a grin spread over the shorter skeleton’s face.

“U-um” She said, cheeks bright red as she tried to subtly wipe her face. “Yup! No bones!”

“you doin alright there?” His grin only widened at her efforts to save face.

She chuckled again, finally getting the last of it off with a napkin. “Fine, except for my pride. You caught me. I’m a closet pun lover.”

“Good to know I'm not the only one around here.”

She turned to look at him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“been taking a few days off. Between you and me, this job can be a latte”

She snorted again but wisely kept her face out of the coffee.

“but I’ve seen you a couple times. Back when you first started coming. Jen, right?”

“Um..yes.”

“Yeah, thought so. My bro’s here most mornings, he mentioned you.”

“All good things, I hope?” She said, slightly flustered at the thought of being noticed and discussed.

“He and the boss are slightly concerned you’re gonna be opening up an art studio or a therapist’s office in this corner, but other than that, he’s a fan.”

“Oh, gosh, am I really here that much?”

He waved off the concern. “Nah. my bro’s just a chronic spy and likes to get familiar with the customers. Somethin about better service. Edge is just nosey.”

“Well....art studio might not be far off.” She said, glancing at the doodles in her sketchbooks.

Sans glanced at them. “They’re good.”

“Uh...thanks” she said, shifting her arm a bit to cover them. Shyness, modesty, who knew. She tried to laugh it off “Anime eyes, really breaking new artistic ground there.”

“You seen my handwriting? I’m impressed by anyone who can manage to draw a straight line.”

She couldn’t help a shy grin. “But, uh....therapist’s office?”

“He said ya usually have a friend with you or are calling someone and you get them venting about their life problems. Talk em through it.”

“Oh, well that’s-” She flushed. “That’s nothing”

“I think its cool.” He said, leaning slightly against the wall and grinning. “Cool thing to do for someone.”

“....oh.”

He was kinda cute....Mind racing she scrambled for a joke. “Well, what can I say....I like it when someone feels comfortable enough to....espresso their feelings”

Silence. And then....he burst out laughing.

It was a good laugh.

Jen wasn’t much for idle chatter. In general, she preferred the quiet. But...something about this cornball of a skeleton just made things feel easy. He was funny, charming even, in a sort of laid-back way. They traded jokes, swapped anecdotes from work. Somehow he even got her talking a bit about her personal like (although he seemed reticent to open up himself). Jen was used to being the one who listened to other people, who tried to help others. And while she didn’t resent that....it was kinda nice being on the receiving end of attention, for once.

Before she knew it, nearly two hours had passed. He was seated across from her

“...so long story short the kitchen is on fire-”

“How did he manage that with pasta?!”

“Million dollar question. Anyways-”

“yo, shithead.” The grouchy voice came from behind them, making her turn her head. Another skeleton, similar to Sans but with sharper teeth and a black jacket, was scowling at her conversation partner over her head.

“hello to you too, red” Sans said. Clearly a bit irritated.

“here to swap you out. Definitely seems like you’re hard at work.” He said, pointedly glancing at her.

“...right. Uh....yeah.” He took his apron off at chucked it at him. Red grumbled and went behind the counter.

“Man, what time is it...” She checked her phone and her eyes widened. “....shit, I should go.” Much as she was enjoying herself, she’d been here much longer than she intended to and she still had things to do at home.”

Sans sighed. “Yeah. me too. Lotta napping to do at home.” He got to his feet. “See you around though?”

Was she wrong for assuming he sounded...hopeful? She tried to shoo the thought away but there was a slight race in her pulse.

“Well, if you can put up with my motormouth for that long, sure, I’ll come back.”

“I think you’ll find I can take quite a bit.” He winked, and she felt her face coloring again. Curse her uncontrollable expressiveness. “Tomorrow?”

“....yeah. Sure.” she smiled. “But next time, I ask the questions.”

“Its a date then,” He said, strolling away.

....date?!

“...hey!” she called out, stopping him just before he opened the door. He glanced back at her.

“...how does the barista hit on the customer?”

His eyelights brightened fractionally. “How?”

“I’ve been thinking about you a latte.”

He laughed, opening the door and waving goodbye. “See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

#ko-fi and kisses #skelething is broke and doing commissions #undertale #sans #sans x reader #matchup #long post

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