#dare i go to my sketchbook and make bad art

[bamboozled-distress]

finished reading over 200 issues of invincible in the span of six days now what the fuck am i supposed to do with my life

[ssavaart]

Sometimes You Have to Make 100 BAD Drawings To Get 1 GOOD One

(Earlier this year, a publisher asked me if I'd be interested in writing a book on art. As we discussed it... they asked me to "give it a try" and this is one of two tests I did. I don't consider myself a writer, really, so this is just "in my own voice". I wound up turning down the offer... but would love to know your thoughts on this. Thanks)

Drawing something good. Something you like. It’s… elusive. Especially when you’re just starting out.

But, here’s the thing. You have good art in you. I promise. You just have to get to it and it’s stuck under a bunch of bad art. Really bad art.

When I was younger, I would draw every day. Filling up sketchbooks with doodles and sketches and I hated ALL of them.

Page 01: Crap

Page 02: Crap

Page 03: Crap

Page 04: Worse than Crap

Page 05: What even is that?

Page 06: Ugh

And it was just downhill from there…

But… somewhere around like page 100… I made something that… “wasn’t crap”. I actually didn’t hate it.

And that gave me courage to keep going. That one drawing made it all worth it. I was cured. I was now an expert. All of my art would be great from now on.

Oh… if only.

The next drawing was worse than any other drawing before it.

How??? I just made ART! like 5 minutes before that. I got all the bad drawings out! How did my art just go from Van Gogh to Van NO???

Honestly? I… got lucky. That one good drawing? Total fluke. Dumb luck. Sheer Happenstance.

Doing 100 drawings didn’t suddenly make me an expert. It couldn’t.

Have you ever heard of the saying “If a million monkeys type on a million typewriters for a million years, they’ll eventually write Shakespeare”?

I was those monkeys and that drawing was my Shakespeare.

I just pooped out enough bad art that eventually sheer luck was going to mean I may make something really good.

And I’m TOTALLY okay with that. I was 11. I’m not a prodigy. I don’t have any special gifts. But what I did have was… a taste for how making good art felt.

Seeing that one good drawing made me want more. Like my first time tasting chocolate ice cream. I was hooked.

So, I made 100 more bad drawings. Maybe more. And, guess what? ANOTHER great drawing emerged!

Another Shakespeare from this 11 year old monkey!!!! Huzzah!

From then on… I knew that all I had to do was keep banging away at that typewriter (I’m still on the million monkey thing… bear with me) and I would get rewarded with another masterpiece.

Week after week. Month after month. I would fill up my sketchbooks with the most horrific, amateurish, incomprehensible art… and, sure enough, 1 of every 100 drawings would not suck.

I would show it to my mom and she would say “Oh! That’s wonderful!” and when she tried to turn the pages to see more, I would quickly SNATCH it out of her hands and run back into the shadows like Gollum hiding his “Precious” from prying eyes.

I dare not let her see the monstrosities that came before the work of genius.

And… this went on. For years. Predictably. Rhythmically.

Until, one day… my 75th drawing was really good.

How? It was 25 drawings early! That’s not how it was supposed to work. That wasn’t the plan.

But there it was. A really amazing drawing of a spaceship I came up with out of my head. It had lasers and a cockpit and wings and…It was glorious. And it was totally unexpected.

Maybe NOW I was an expert and I no longer needed to make bad art? Would today be the day I would only make masterpieces?

I quickly turned the page and began to draw what would soon be my second greatest work of art and… NOPE.

Still crap.

Hm. But… something was different. It was still crap. But… it wasn’t as “crappy” as the other crap.

I grabbed my previous sketchbooks and looked at the bad drawings from previous years and… guess what? My older bad drawings were WORSE than my newer bad drawings!

Apparently, the more I drew… the better my BAD drawings got too.   

Okay. So. I drew 75 more “not as crappy” bad drawings and… predictably… I made another great drawing!

I was… IMPROVING.

This went on for years. I went to high school. Then art school. I hated MOST of my art… but as I practiced… the number of BAD art I had to make to get to the GOOD art got lower and lower. Soon it was 50 bad pieces for 1 good one. Then 25. Then 10.

It took decades when I noticed… I liked my art more often than not.

It was a complete surprise. I was in my 40’s when this happened. I was SO conditioned to just accept I was going to hate my art that I hadn’t noticed that I had made 5 paintings that didn’t suck. IN A ROW!!!

Unheard of!

But, there it was. 5 good paintings. One right after the other.

The 6th one was complete trash. Tossed it in the garbage.

But, the 7th one? I liked. And the 8th. And the 9th.

I’m now 54 and I know I still have SO much bad art in me. I can feel it. Always ready to pop up and ruin my day.

But, I “pooped out” so much bad art over the years that I’m not really worried about those pop up bad art surprises. I know it’s just temporary.

I like my art now. And that’s because I got MOST of the bad art out of me and into those old sketchbooks.

I know it may seem daunting doing 100 bad drawings just to get to 1 good one. But… if you love that feeling of making that one GOOD piece of art… you need to be patient and get the bad ones out. They’re blocking the good ones. Keeping them deep inside you.

So, crack open that sketchbook. Poop out those bad pieces of art and never look back.

You’ll thank me in like 40 years or so. I promise.

(Oh. And sorry for all the poop references. I’m still that 11 year old when it comes to humor)

Poop.

[north-noire]

Here are more hcns about Sammy that I drew in my sketchbook long time ago

Sam teases Charlie from time to time, although most of his teasing is usually unintentional and out of curiosity.

Charlie's reaction after hearing Sammy say her name ;-;

Although he is playful and full of energy, he is the least sociable of the Emily family, so Charlie occasionally has to drag him along.

When alive, one of the characteristics that caught Caitlin's attention the most about Sammy is the fact that Sammy unintentionally made that same 'done' face as his father which caused her to tease Henry about it.

Throughout his life the poor boy had to learn that his mother passed away, neither Henry nor Charlie dared to talk about it until Sam reached a certain age which caused him to have a crisis since Charlie reminded him a lot of Caitlin (a crisis which he managed to overcome as time went by).

If Sam found out who killed his sister his whole world would fall apart, he would be so resentful he wouldn't be able to say it in words.

And that's all I have for now, stay safe and take your time, I absolutely loved your ideas on it :)

SCREAMS WHAT YOU'RE COOKING WITH THESE!!! I really gotta draw Sammy soon when I get the time, I love your design of him and your art sm it's so cute znsmsmwkow

Also, fellow cursive writer rise up!!!!

Gonna ramble a lot below this section so I don't flood most people's feeds while I live-react and say my thoughts below :) Feel free to read below ofc!

I love that Sammy takes off Charlie's weave. Maybe I should really draw Charlie's weave getting taken off often as a meme LMFAO

I LOVE Charlie crying after Sammy said her name I'm gonna explode 😭😭😭 also yes, that's so real, Charlie would totally drag him outside of the house whenever it's possible xD I just know both Henry and Sammy tend to spend time together in this mutual yet really peaceful silence amongst themselves.

I LOVE HOW CAITLIN LOOKS IN YOUR STYLE TOO SHE'S SO CUTE ;-; Sammy and Henry truly r like father and son...

ALSO OUGHHHH sammy not wanting to talk to Charlie bc she reminds him of Mom makes me think of Sammy accidentally calling her Mom one time and immediately just. Avoiding her after that bc he feels bad reminding people of her (and her death).

YESSSSS I'm so here for the beef between Sammy and William!!! I keep imagining scenes where he's afraid and yet so angry at him, like maybe William tries to be generally friendly to the Emilys even her Charlie's death (as usual, and unfortunately some way to relieve himself of guilt somewhat) and while Henry does maintain the friendship (up until Puppet Charlie comes along and he has a crisis about it), Sammy starts to just hide behind Henry whenever Will comes along, or even retaliate in some degree (pushing him away and sobbing, runs away and doesn't want William talking to him). Henry definitely picked up on the behavior and got concerned, thinking William must've done something he didn't know (initially his mind thought of something worse, like William hurting Sammy without him knowing or something similar), which sort of escalates into some argument between the two. William doesn't really like being accused of such, he understands, but still stays firm that he didn't do anything to Sammy (which is true). Henry apologizes but he is genuinely worried about Sammy's well-being, with William throwing out the idea that maybe Sammy just isn't taking the grief well or is just going through a lot of emotions and doesn't know how to handle it properly.

Henry reluctantly tells William to go home, mostly to ask Sammy what's been going on and asking him what happened to William without him being in the proximity. Maybe he comes in and sees Sammy listening to the Marionette speaking full conversations with his kid and he gets... Confused, because he hasn't programmed any of those lines. He's confused, but Sammy shortly explains briefly that it's Charlie speaking, and that she's been in the Puppet for a good while now... Henry is a little skeptical, thinking it's just Sammy coping with the grief until Charlie actually does a full conversation with Henry and he's just... Stunned, understandably.

Before touching up on that can of worms however, Henry still asks Sammy what had happened with William and why he's so angry at him, in which Charlie (being Charlie), butts in and says William killed her and that she'd rather not let him hurt her brother in the future. Henry's a bit paralyzed from all the stuff that's been dropped on him impromptu but he doesn't really have time to break down because Sammy is there, but you can see how much this breaks him a bit. Sammy and Charlie agree that William should get it coming to him of course, and while Henry agrees, he says it's best to just find a way to prove William had something to do with it first than do anything... Drastic, to say the least.

SORRY IF THIS IS SUCH A LONG POST bruh I really just wrote a whole ass scenario based off of your awesome hcs and art 😭 I hope you like it! I'm always happy to get fanart from anyone 😭

[clydiepie]

can I request some hcs of clyde with a reader who loves to draw him? they always doodle him in their sketchbook, in the corner of their notes, etc etc. ty!

Clyde x reader who likes to draw!

Thank you so much to everyone that has sent me requests! I will try to do them as fast as I can! I really liked this one (y'all know I love my Clyde) so I hope you like it! I used she/her pronouns since you didn't specify I hope that's okay!

Clyde Donovan x reader who liked to draw (pre-existing relationship)

She/her pronouns

baby boy clyde<3

fluffy!

cw: none!

Clyde knew you loved to draw

Whenever the two of you were together you normally had your sketchbook in hand

You were always pretty private about what you drew and you never wanted him to see, even though he was so curious

Even in class you constantly doodle on the pages of your notebook not really paying a lot of attention.

Cylde would notice you constantly stealing glances at him during the lecture but he thought it was nothing

At lunch, you sat with Clyde and his friends Craig and Tweek

"Hey babe you seemed a little distracted during class, so I got Kyle to send me a copy of his notes for you." Clyde smiled shoving a forkful of food in his mouth and chewing contently

You blushed remembering what had captured your attention during class

"Oh you didn't have to do that, I appreciate it though" You smile scooting closer to him at the lunch table

Clyde just hummed in contentment as he wrapped a strong arm around your waist

After your last class was done you met Clyde by your locker where he always waited for you

You gathered your things and Clyde wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you both walked toward the front doors

But just before you could reach the door Butters came running around the corner and knocked your books out of your hands making papers fly everywhere.

Butters starts to profusely apologize rambling on about how Cartman needed him quickly for some scheme

You tell him it's no worries as you bend over to collect your things

You look down at the ground to see Clyde has already started to gather the papers that had flown every which way

You see his face turn a dark shade of red as he examines a particular piece of paper. the one you just so happened to be doodling on in class

He looks up at your embarrassed face and asks "Is this me?"

"Ha um yeah.." you explain shyly as you rub the back of your neck

He calmly stands up and folds the paper into a square and sticks it in his pocket

Before you can ask what he was doing he spoke up again

"I'm keeping this, I hope you don't mind." he smiles and hands you all the other paper he gathered

"You don't think it's weird." you laugh

"Not at all, I think it's cute you're obsessed with me." He smirks putting his hands on your waist and drawing you in close

"Don't let this go to your head." you giggle

"Too late." he mumbles before pulling you in for a kiss

I also think after his he would want to look at your art all the time

Like all of it even the stuff not about him or stuff you think is "bad"

He is without a doubt your number 1 fan for sure

I can imagine him standing in a Micheals craft sore for an hour trying to pick out a good gift for you

"Fine tip? what does that even mean?" he would mumble to himself

He also defiantly brags to all his friends about your talent

"Guys Y/N drew this sketch yesterday, isn't she so talented?' he would gush

He is definitely the type to go behind your back and swipe some pieces to put in his locker

In between classes, he liked a little reminder of you to look at (but when you found out he had stolen your art you defiantly let him have it)

One day he was at his locker with the boys and Cartman had dared to make a comment about the goofy sketch you had made for fun taped up in Clyde's locker

"Dude, what is that?" Cartman laughed pointing at the picture

"Y/N drew that for me so shut the fuck me." Clyde barked

On your anniversary Clyde tried his hardest to draw something nice for you, he tried to draw the two of you together on your first date.

"Oh it's so cute...what is it?" you sheepishly laughed

"It's us! can't you tell?" he huffed, his face as red as his coat

"Ohhhh I see it now." you smile at him, taking his hand in yours

After that, he vowed to take an art class next year so maybe one day he could draw you something not so shitty

If any of your art was ever displayed anywhere Clyde would hype you up to no end

"My girlfriend is so talented." he beamed at you with pride looking at a piece you made hung up

"Clyde it's just on your fridge." you laughed

"Hey, that's a place of honor babe."

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I hope you liked that! I kinda got carried away but I just liked his prompt so much!!! Have a great day!!!

-M<3

[daydream-the-demon]

my 10 year old friend told me I’m useless for not playing with her at the park, I was drawing and she said “ no one’s seeing it, you don’t post it, you don’t sell it so what’s the point” and she’s right I do post my “art” and not sees it cus it doesn’t look good, I have to except that I am talentless 🫠

No girlypop, you do have talent.

Many can't even draw like you. Many don't even dare to do perspectives. Many aren't good at lines or colors like you. You try hard and you put emotion and soul into your work which is better than some. (*AHEM-* AI "ART"-) Sure you have your weaknesses here and there, but many do. I see you're a beginner who has potential.

I am now a, I don't mean to brag, but I'm decent at art.

Look at my old pieces though, way back from 2022:

Uneven lines and no sense of space. But the colors are good, the concepts are good, the backgrounds aren't bad. You just have to be a little optimistic to find the good.

Now look at where I am now:

I still messed up. The first one? I didn't even care to draw the background, the hairline was wrong, the hands were weird, the hat has perspective problems. The second one has 3 dimensionality problems with the clothes, the hand is bent wrong, the face is disproportionate, I held the pencil too tightly.

Look at the progress. Mistakes happen, yes, but look. Did I ever back down? No. When I was insulted did I stop? No. Now look. I have more to go, much more, but the progress is there.

Also, you don't have to make art for anyone. That's why you have private sketchbooks, that's why you doodle on the homework you know you'll probably lose or never get back, and you do it for fun. You put in and let out feelings and vibes you have. It can wash away like your emotions at the time, but it never leaves your mind. You felt things and wanted to express them.

I remember I made a book cover for something I was writing. I have no idea where it is, or where it went. I think it ended up getting corrupted. Am I a bit sad? Of course. I'm not mad, though. I remember about it. It was a demon x angel romance, it was one of my sparks into having my obsession with demons and angels.

Now look at me, many of my OCs are angels and demons. Hell, I like Hazbin Hotel!

Art always has an influence. It's yours after all.

One last note. Give this to your "friend":

🖕

It's not their job, or anyone's, to put you down like that.

Keep going, I believe in you. Look at what I did, you can also do it. 💋💋💋

You don't need talent either. I have a friend who literally could not write anything without it looking like scribbles. Their art was the same. After practice for months though, their anatomy improved.

There is a reason people say "Practice makes perfect", because it really does. I learned much of my skills from Pinterest, and some from my art tutor. It's possible, I promise.

Make art for yourself, and most importantly have fun with it. It doesn't have to be good. It's just a hobby after all.

[shads-shipposts]

Alright y'all. The main characters finally meet and oh boy is there chaos. Neil is a friendly soul, but he is still dangerous in his own right. Meanwhile the crew as a whole operates on the sibling wavelength, aka as long as you're not dying we will laugh at you. Also, when I say I am having a blast writing Allan I mean it, his "good cop bad cop" switch ups are far more Comic!Allan than Movie!Allan. 

Also I really do think Trevor is allergic to following the rules of reality

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A line here. A curve there. Attempt to capture the size by adding in a stick figure near the waterline. Count the shipboard boons, scribble them in.

Turn the page.

Ship portholes. Count the number of rows above the waterline. Assume at least a level or two below the waterline. Scribble that down, adding in some calculations on how many feet tall each level probably was.

Turn the page.

Superstructure, the main bane of my ship designs. Levels. Size. Outer decks. Lifeboats. Sketch the front, guesswork the back. Note the funnel midship, squint and try to see what lies around it. Scribble it in.

Turn the page-

"Nice work."

Years of karate piloted my body before I could think.

The man who had been leaning over my shoulder reeled back, clutching his face as my sketchbook struck him. Losing his balance, he fell to the ground. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed from the cobblestone.

I dropped the sketchbook, a hand covering my mouth as the other reached out. "Fuck, I am so sorry!" I yelped, looking down at him.

Some of the men nearby stopped what they were doing, staring at us in shock. However, once they saw their buddy still alive, just on the ground in pain, they snickered and continued with their work.

No honor amongst thieves, huh?

"Geez!" The man sat up and slowly lowered his hand, looking from the small speck of blood to me. Luckily there was not anger in his eyes so much as confusion. "What gives?"

"Sorry! It's habit!"

"You go 'round smackin' folks out of habit?" he asked, voice nasally as he rubbed his nose again and used the crates to pull himself to his feet.

"No, but martial arts makes me jumpy when surprised!"

Odd, though. Strikes aren't supposed to connect with any sort of impact in dreams. Usually I feel like I'm struggling through water. That was... surprisingly easier.

Add that, dear reader, to the list of red flags I was ignoring.

"Well, certainly got the reflexes for it." Rubbing his nose a final time, he looked me up and down. "What're you doin' 'round here, Shortie?" he asked, leaning next to me on the crate.

Should I be offended?

We ain't exactly gonna be approached by a WNBA scout any time soon.

"Just... just sketchin'." I gestured at the ship. "Good reference."

"Really? Not too wise bein' on your own." A subtle, almost missed tilt of the head and shifting of the eyes. "People might get the wrong idea, ya know?" he added, voice a lower whisper.

I glanced around the docks, noting the way men had stopped the various odd jobs they were doing and were instead finding new things to do in a very convenient circle formation.

With me in the center.

How kind of you to tell me after I'm already done in.

Well, as long as this dream doesn't throw an angry Allan at me we'll be gucci.

"Something tells me people already got the wrong idea," I muttered, but tried keeping my face neutral as I focused back on the man beside me.

Neil, right? The white-undershirt and blue jeans Tommy Gun dude with a "Mom" tattoo who I thought was named Ernie for the longest time but who apparently was named Neil according to the captions on the Blu-Ray disc version. Apparently he was Aussie too, even though I was pretty sure he was also voiced by Daniel Mays like Allan.

Certainly sounded more Aussie here, though.

"Afraid so."

"And you're here to distract me until the big dogs get 'ere," I said, pointing the pencil at him.

"Happy those martial arts skills come with good observational skills."

I scanned the men again, catching the eye of a few of them.

Y'all ain't gonna drive me away from this ship that easy. Make no mistake about my size, I stay wishing a motherfucker would.

Given I apparently didn't have to deal with the typical "dream-goop" effect on my strikes, my confidence jumped and I offered one of the men a sly smile.

His brows raised, only to lower as he returned the sly look.

"I certainly ain't a tumbleweed, if that's your worry," I replied to Neil, focusing on him again.

"The hell is that?"

"Military term. Dad was a fighter pilot, so I got more tricks and tools up my sleeve than you can shake a stick at."

"Don't think you'll need 'em. Boss said you're not in danger." He moved closer before he paused and indicated the spot beside me with his eyes.

I shrugged, scooting over to give him a little space next to me. He crawled up beside me, the top of the crate too small to allow space between us, and he offered a soft apology as his leg pressed against mine.

Huh. Warm. Also odd, dreams don't usually have this strong of sensory feedback.

"I can scoot down if you want," Neil offered.

Realizing I stared skeptically at his leg, I shook my head and focused back on the ship sketches. "Nah, you're fine. Just... thinkin'."

Linear scenes, realistic sensory feedback, no limitations on my strikes...

Nah, there's no way.

It's... It's just a vivid dream. Yeah, that's it. You've had 'em before.

Take the opportunity and run with it.

"Ah," Neil said, not sounding entirely convinced but he didn't push it.

"So, I'm not 'in danger', huh?" I asked, using air quotes.

"Accordin' to the boss."

"You trust your employer?" I asked, scribbling some more on my sketch.

"'Bout as much as any man does." He pointed at one of the superstructure windows. "That one's got a missin' screw on the left side. Second from the top."

"Reckon that means something different in the land down under," I muttered, erasing one of my little dots.

Damn architecture, being impossible to draw.

Damn perfectionism.

At least I had a semi-helpful sailor with me, even if he was playing warden.

Funny how the sailor I originally thought I was basing my character Russell Williams off of also had an interest in art.

In a dream of course.

Yes, this was still a dream.

That's why he was lining up with Russell. My mind already had the connection and was just drawing on that.

Yeah, that's what it was.

And the only reason I was not saying anything too crazy was I didn't want this to turn into a nightmare. Wouldn't be the first time my subconscious had turned into one of those dialogue based video games. Last thing I needed was an 'Everyone Disliked That' notification.

"Now how'd you know I was from Australia?"

"Don't ask questions you ain't prepared to know the answer to."

"That's not ominous at all," Neil chuckled.

"Uh huh." Eyes on my sketch, I made a circle in the air with my pencil. "Nor is this wolfpack."

"Why haven't you fled, then?" Neil asked, voice lower again. "You're clever enough to keep an eye on your surroundin's, but not to run when danger closes in?"

I looked up and met his gaze, a dry smile on my face. "Do I stand a chance at fleein'?"

"Sorry to say," a familiar voice sounded from behind me. "But no."

The hair raised along the back of my neck. Sure it was a dream, and sure I'd already heard Daniel Mays through Neil, but hearing that voice from Allan Thompson...

I knew it did not bode well, and could make this dream turn into a nightmare very quick if my subconscious decided to make like FNaF and get a little quirky at night.

Shifting into a crouch, weight on my toes, I turned to face the man himself.

Allan Thompson regarded me with suspicion, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Unlike the movie, he wore his outfit from the later comics; a brown buttoned shirt with rolled sleeves and work jeans. Still had his signature captain's hat, and his signature scowl.

Tom stood by him, also dressed differently; a yellow short-sleeved shirt and brown work pants. Like Allan, he still had his signature tweed cap. And his signature look of half-confusion that made him look more like a puppy than a grown man should.

Good thing I ain't younger me. Those arms would have had me acting up.

I focused on Allan, well aware that even in a dream he couldn't be underestimated.

"Howdy," I said with a nervous laugh.

Sharp brown eyes scanned me inside and out before shifting to the sketchbook. "And what is it you've got there?"

I cautiously held it up. "Sketchbook."

He held a hand out.

I thought about running there and then, but the men had already closed ranks.

If I was to keep this a pleasant if not somewhat tense dream, I needed to just play along and not make a scene.

Well, any more of one than whacking poor Neil in the nose.

I ventured off the crates, hyperaware of how tall Allan was compared to me. The fact he was built like an industrial fridge didn't help.

"Why the nervousness?" he asked, his scowl replaced by something less sinister and almost friendly.

Almost friendly.

Or, I guess it was friendly.

In the same way a plastic orange was real.

What the hell was that comparison?

I'm nervous ok? My witty banter gets helter skelter when I'm nervous!

"Y'all circlin' me like a pack'a wolves," I retorted. "Who wouldn't be on edge?"

"Interestin' accent. American, aye?"

Oh sure, just dodge my question.

I handed him the sketchbook, warily eyeing him for any quick movement. "Aye."

He handed it to Tom. "What's an American like you doin' at a dockyard like this?"

Lying wouldn't serve me well here, Allan would smell it in a heartbeat.

"Lookin' for ship refs," I said, watching both Allan and Tom as the stockier man scanned the page and a few before it.

Allan glanced at his friend, who looked up from the sketchbook with a nod.

"Yeah," Tom confirmed, flipping back to the first page and showing Allan. "Just sketches."

"Of?"

"Just the ship. None of us."

Allan turned back to me. "Got an interest in this ship?" he asked, tone conversational now. "Could take you aboard if you want a closer look."

I hated the way I perked up, hated the way he took notice of it even more, but I forced myself to shake my head.

Don't you want to roam? Roam the ship and really get a good look?

It's a dream, generated by my head, so it's not like it's the real deal. And besides, do we not see the ring of death?

"Why not?" Allan asked. "We're not scheduled to leave for a few more days. Would be happy to help."

Look at you, being all smiles. Sorry Charlie, I ain't that dumb. Dream or not, I got more sense than that.

I knew Allan. Knew his shtick.

He was amiable and helpful until he wasn't, and then he really wasn't.

And while I wanted more inspiration for Allan's character or his derivatives, I did not want to deal with an angry Allan. This dream was going swell, if not a bit odd, and I didn't intend on making things go south.

"Takin' random offers from dudes to head somewhere secluded is how I end up on the back of a milk carton," I scoffed.

Allan laughed, but the false amusement didn't fool me. "What kind of men do you think we are?" he asked, offering a disarming smile.

Too bad I knew I was looking at a viper.

"Hell man I don't know," I said.

"What happened to never judge a book by its cover?"

"Same with don't talk to strangers."

"And we're strangers to you?"

I hesitated, unable to stop myself from glancing away as I swallowed down over half a decade of hyperfixation and fics. When I met Allan's gaze again, I saw with a sinking feeling that the damage had been done and he was even more suspicious.

"Yes," I said, the lie paining me but necessary.

"Is that so?" Allan pressed.

"You ask a lot of questions, mister."

He shrugged. "I'm a curious man."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

His eyes sharpened. "And satisfaction brought her back."

Her back?

The hell did he mean by that?

"Yo!"

All heads turned, mine included, to the newcomer.

Strolling along as if he were right at home was none other than Trevor.

He stopped a little way outside the tighter circle, grinning. "What goes on?"

What goes on? Really? You smack me with the headache of the century then you vanish without a word, and now you just waltz your ass up in here?

"So now you decide to show up, you green-eyed..." I frowned at the drink in his hand, the yellow double arches instantly recognizable. "Is that McDonald's?"

Trevor nodded, lifting the drink. "Yeah!"

"Is..." I turned to the sailors. "Is there a McDonald's in this town?"

Allan's frown deepened, but it looked more like confusion rather than anger. "What's McDonald's?" He turned to one of the sailors, a younger fella with sun-tanned skin and short brown hair. "That an American thing?"

The sailor shrugged. "Must be a southern thing, we don't have those in Boston."

I turned back to Trevor. "Where the hell did you get that, Trevor?"

He shrugged. "Under the map."

"Under the-" I cut myself off, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Actually, ya know what? I don't wanna know."

"Sometimes it's what's best. Besides, it's like you said!" Trevor took a drink, the straw making the 'no drink left' gurgle, before he pointed the drink at me. "Dreams don't make sense."

"Dreams?"

I turned to Allan as Trevor joined me in the middle of the circle. "Yeah, dreams. I'm in one now."

He exchanged a glance with Tom, who just shrugged helplessly. Brown eyes returned to me. "You think this is a dream?"

A question not from annoyance, but from an authentic and utter confusion.

It gave me a brief pause, but I shrugged it off. Rarely were the manifestations in my dreams as self-aware as I was about the un-reality of it. Of course Allan would be a little put off.

Trevor was an outlier, and honestly I wasn't entirely sure he wasn't some alter ego type thing. A side of my personality that took on a life of its own to be a deus ex machina for my fanfiction when I needed to move things along but didn't want to invest energy into really digging deep for plot reasons.

That was reserved for my originals. Fanfiction was for turning my brain off and just going ham with my wish fulfillment fantasies.

Maybe I should just act crazy and they'll think I'm just off my rocker and not a threat.

"I mean, yeah," I replied, shrugging. "How else can I be here?"

"And tell us. Where exactly is here?"

"The docks where my favorite ship is," I said, pointing at the Karaboudjan sitting moored behind him.

Allan looked over his shoulder. "Your favorite ship?"

I nodded. "Aye."

I don't recall Allan being this clueless or even curious. My subconscious be taking a weird route with Allan this dream sequence. Tom's still in character though.

"And what is this ship called?"

Wait... wait wait wait. Maybe...

No, not possible. Not possible.

It's just a dream. Just a dream!

Allan is just... it's just my subconscious going weird. That's all.

That's it. That's all it is.

That's all it can be.

But if my dream wanted to play a wild card, then I just had to match the crazy.

"The Caroline."

Allan looked... disappointed?

"Thought you based the Caroline off the Karaboudjan?"

My head snapped towards Trevor. "Can you not?!"

"What?" Trevor exclaimed, raising his hands.

"There a reason you created a ship based on this one?" Allan asked.

Odd... thought he would have been more mad or hostile knowing I knew about this ship. Instead he looked almost...

Hopeful?

The hell?

"Er... yes."

Allan waited a moment. "Are you goin' to tell me?"

"Not if I don't have to."

"What's with the weird attitude, Shads?" Trevor laughed. "You usually love to talk about your sailor characters!"

"I really wish you would spontaneously combust right now."

Can't you see I'm trying to keep this dream nice? Wait, why am I even asking you that? You're part of this too.

"Shads?" Tom asked, wearing that same weirdly hopeful look as Allan. What was it about Mackenzie Crook's voice that lent itself so well to endearing characters that also were violent criminals? "That... wouldn't happen to be short for Shadow, would it?"

A jolt of energy shot up my spine.

Hold up.

Linear scenes, strong sensory feedback, full strength, surprisingly complex side characters, questions I wasn't prepared for, genuine full force emotions...

Now this?

Not only had my dreams thrown me into the setting of Tintin, but the setting of my fanfictions?

What the fuck is going on?

"Aye."

The two characters exchanged another glance.

"Al," Tom urged, elbowing the taller man. "Ask her."

I looked between the pair. "Ask me what?"

Allan turned to me and took a small step forward. "Does the name... Scarlett mean anything to you?"

My eyes flew wide.

They not only knew the name Shadow, but they knew the name of my persona?!

This is my fanfiction universe? Which one? Which timeline? The original? No, Allan's a bit too nice. And Scarlett's missing. I wrote her here during the movie timeline for the original RP timeline. This must be the abandoned one. Unless it's that alternate original timeline where Allan accused her of ratting them out so she left?

Why was I being so technical?

Dreams weren't supposed to be uber specific.

But this was a dream.

It had to be.

No, this is no longer a dream.

This just turned into a nightmare.

Instinctively, I shifted back into a right fighting stance, guard partially up. "How do you know that name?"

Tension split the air like a bolt of lightning, a majority of the sailors stiffening and closing ranks. A few of the guys looked confused at the sudden shift in mood, but they nevertheless closed ranks with the others.

No one looked more on edge than Allan and Tom. Tom showed a vast array of emotions on his face; shock, desperation, hope, worry, confusion. Allan had a bit of a better handle on his expression, but even he looked like someone just hit him with a plot twist worse than Darth Vader being Luke's father.

"How do you know that name?" he growled.

Fear filled my heart.

My brain was playing the mean Allan card now.

I needed to get the fuck outta dodge.

Wake up.

Wake up now.

Why aren't you waking up?!

"Actually!" I said with forced cheeriness, clapping my hands together as I faced a confused Neil. "Ya know what, you were right! I really shouldn't be here, I should get-"

Hands grabbed my hips.

"Going." I slowly looked down at the hands, then back at their owner. "Trevor?"

"Yes?"

I gestured to his hand placement. "Explain."

He grinned, winking at me, before lifting me off the ground and holding me above his head.

"Trevor, what the fuck are you doing?!" I screamed.

"Fly you fool!"

With a "Yeet!", he threw me over Tom and Allan's heads, out of the circle. I landed clumsily, but quickly scrambled to my feet and bolted down the docks.

If my dream wouldn't boot me out, then I'd just have to keep running until I woke up or the scene shifted.

I just hoped it would shift.

Because if it didn't...

These sailors were going to be the least of my problems. 

[brionysea]

any characters specifically?? there's so many lol

ooo i was mainly thinking abt (what i call) the gang- Lucas, max, dustin, el, Mike, will etc- and possibly Nancy if that’s okay? im sorry if this is too much to ask of you and I hope you have a great day!!!!! :D

lucas

colour - green

deepest fears - ??? idk. assuming this is for a vecna fic or something, i guess play around with whatever's happened at this point in the timeline. seeing max die is a huge one, and all the "being violently targeted by insane white boys for daring to Exist While Black" is bound to have taken a toll on him (not that canon's acknowledged any of it, of course)

aesthetic - uh... basketballs. they look good on the aesthetic moodboard for him in my brain right now

max

colour - orange and/or rainbow. the first part might just be because i'm obsessed with red hair (hello, childhood obsession with the little mermaid and red-haired!paige from charmed), but max wears a LOT of rainbows

deepest fears - becoming like billy (continuing the cycle of violence) and that her friends (and mother) think she deserves the same fate as him (dying horribly and painfully via the upside down and traumatising someone as she does). season 4 was great for her :)

aesthetic - skateboards

dustin

colour - ???? my brain is saying blue but i have no idea. maybe someone in the notes knows?

deepest fears - probably a loss of control. he likes to Be Prepared and Have All The Knowledge. having no idea what's going on and being completely unprepared for any bad things that might pop up is the inverse of that

aesthetic - library books

el

colour - pink

deepest fears - that she's a monster

aesthetic - she doesn't really know who she is yet, so like... idk, some of those bright oufits she wore in season 3?? there were a LOT of hearts scattered around her bedroom in season 4, she seems to really like those <3

mike

colour - blue. including (but not limited to) a blue so deep that it looks black

deepest fears - being unwanted, being rejected for something he can't change about himself. in essence, that he's inherently unlovable

aesthetic - i went for a bike for my aesthetic mike wheeler playlist picture. wheels, wheeler. you get it

will

colour - yellow

deepest fears - oh god. i don't think about him enough for this. considering his two biggest breakdowns so far have been about losing mike, i guess that? the whole thing about being a freak, keeping parts of himself secret, being treated like this fragile little baby (when if anything being a survivor makes him the opposite). i'm not the right person to ask about will tbh

aesthetic - art, drawing, sketchbooks. dungeons and dragons, nintendo, wizard imagery

nancy

colour - purple/pink

deepest fears - maybe just watch her vecna vision sequence again? lol. she's mostly got survivor's guilt and blames herself for not saving barb. she's scared of that happening again, e.g. when she was the first to dive into the lake after steve, because she refuses to do nothing again like when barb got dragged into steve's pool yelling for nancy's help (which fred dying on her watch was an echo of)

aesthetic - my initial, instinctive thought is "girlboss" lol. guns, notebooks (re: investigative journalism). there's a wall of stuff in her room that el looks at in season 1 which might be helpful (i'm thinking of the little photostrip of nancy and barb messing around and laughing like el and max did in season 3)

[bookshelf-dust]

another request for Gareth! what if artist!reader asks Gareth if they can draw him and he gets all panicky and blushy🥺🥺

(don't you dare worry if I'll like it or not, I know your work is going to be amazing as always and the important people is that you enjoy writing it!)

bane of my existence

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 622

warnings: swearing, fluff

a/n: hi lovely! this was fun to write. the art kid in me enjoyed it. i hope you like this too!! <333 love you!

————

You set down the piece of charcoal you’ve been using, start playing with your eraser. You stretch the putty out, trying to get some of the dust off of your fingertips.

“Gare?” You ask, something coming to mind. You’re sick of charcoal for today.

“Hm?” He’s sitting on your bed, raiding your comic book stash.

“Can I draw you?”

Gareth’s fingers freeze where they flip through an issue of Captain America, one with Sam in your favorite red outfit on the cover. The boy feels his face go red. He’s panicking.

Drawing him would mean you’re looking at him intensely for however long—long enough for you to pick on all his flaws.

“Are you sure you wanna do that?”

You nod, patting the eraser over the edge of your desk. There really is charcoal everywhere.

“Yes. You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. I think you should be documented.”

Gareth shuts the comic and sets it on the bed before running his hands down his face. He’s trying to hide the blush before you see it.

You look up at him. “I have a new pen I want to try too,” you say, but your voice softens even more when you notice his state. “Gareth,” you coo. “Don’t go all shy on me please.”

He puts his hands down and you grin at his reddened cheeks.

“I’m gonna hide again if you don’t stop looking at me like that.”

“I don’t have to if you’re really not okay with it, Gare.”

He finally makes eye contact with you. “No! No, it’s okay. Do I need to do anything?”

You grin again. “Nope. Just forget I’m here.”

He rolls his eyes. “That’s impossible.”

Now you’re the one blushing.

————

True to your request, Gareth does his best to relax and go about his business of sorting through your belongings. Your comic book collection is much more extensive than his, and frankly, he’s kind of jealous.

You sit in your desk chair, one knee propped up with your sketchbook resting on it.

You started off using a pencil, sketching the prettiest parts of him—which proved difficult since they’re all the prettiest parts. You decided this would be more fun than a portrait or anything. Portraits stress you out.

Now your page is full of different Gareth features. His nose, his mouth. You’re working on the eyes now, the ink from your pen spreading over the paper to give him the long and unfair lashes he has.

You’ve used the pen to hatch some shadows in the areas that need them, and even if it’s a little messy—and by no means perfect—you’ve had fun drawing him.

You stand, capping your pen. You hand the notebook to Gareth, who looks over it so intently that it makes you nervous.

“Damn,” he says.

“Good ‘damn’ or bad?” You ask tentatively.

“Very good. Although I can tell you spent a little more time on my eyelashes than probably necessary.”

Your face splits in a grin and you take his in your hands. “Your eyelashes are the bane of my existence, Gareth Emerson.”

He laughs heartily. “And your nose,” you start. “And your mouth. And your freckles. Your everything.”

You tilt your head back, mock swooning. Gareth is bright pink, and you soothe your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. “You really like them though?” You ask, needing reassurance.

His eyes dart to the page in your sketchbook again. You really are talented. Everything is so simple, the lines practiced though messy. “I love them,” he says.

Gareth pauses, looking you over.

“You have charcoal on the side of your neck, honey.”

“Dammit!” You exclaim, releasing him from your hold to examine the crime scene in the mirror.

————

please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

Mamuzzy's Art (2024)

-- JANUARY --

「They are in love 」 [ART]

18+ ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP |03/01/2024|Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | They want to kiss so bad they look stupid | 

「Deadshot has one of those days again」 [ART]

05/01/2024| OC: Deadshot | Character reacts to post | ith, you managed to get him feel something :DD |

「When your boyfriend is a bookworm」[ART] 

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 10/01/2024| Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Fluff | 

「Erotic Dice Game with the Di’kutla couple」[ART]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 14/01/2024| Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Maze wants to try an erotic game and Ordo is going psycho again | I swear they are in love, they told me!

「Commander Wolffe portrait」 [ART]

16/01/2024 |Commander Wolffe | 104th follower celebration thingy |

「Fives portrait」 [ART]

16/01/2024 |Arc Trooper Fives | Art Request |

「Deadshot reacts to Fives portrait」 [ART]

Fives x Deadshot (OC) CLONESHIP 16/01/2024 | Arc Trooper Fives, OC: Deadshot | Fives exists and Shots is melting |

「Deadshot has one of those days yet again」 [ART]

16/01/2024|OC: Deadshot | Deadshot has one of those days but this time he is pretty

「Sergeant Sinker portrait」 [ART]

17/01/2024 | Clone Trooper Sinker | Art request | I love how this little shit turned out <3

「Warthog & Tracer portrait」 [ART]

17/01/2024| Clone Trooper Warthog, Clone Trooper Tracer | Art Request | How dare you make me invest in cloneboys again just to get my heart broken!!! >:(((( | 

「Big Bad Wolffe」 [ART]

21/01/2024 | Cadet Rex, Cadet Wolffe | Art request | Soft babybabus <3 | 

「The Bad Batch Theory」 [ART]

23/01/2024 |TBB Tech | The Big Bang Theory parody | Hungarian dubbed Tech has the same VA as Sheldon Cooper and I couldn’t ignore this fact.

[Rex with a lightsaber] [ART]

24/01/2024 | Captain Rex | Art request | Let me see what you have! - A lasersword. - NO! |

「Tech wants to help」 [ART]

18+ CLONESHIP mentions 25/01/2024 | TBB Tech | Character reacts to post | Tech can’t rest until he builds a robodick for Echo |

「Lily in the club」 [ART]

28/01/2024 | OC: Lily | Prettiest flower of the 79’s |

「Selfie with Blaze」 [ART] 

28/01/2024 | OC: Lily, OC: Blaze | Companion art for Lily in the Club |

「Glasses make you classy」 [ART]

31/01/2024 | Commander Fox, OC: Headshot | Sketchbook | Headshot wears glasses to look more mature, Fox wears Headshot’s glasses to annoy him | 

「Maze’s fictional crush died :((((((」  [ART]

ORDO X MAZE CLONESHIP 31/01/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Sketchbook | Ordo is a jealous one, jealous even about fictional lovers |

-- FEBRUARY --

「Dar’ad part II」 [ART] + [AO3]

01/02/2024 | Commander Fox | Febuwhump 2024 Day 1 - Helpless | ART & FIC | Wordcount: 417 | Warning: character's death, execution by injection, open-ending |

「Ordo sketches」 [ART]

01/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata | sketchbook | Some messy Ordo sketches |

「Sketchdump」 [ART]

FIVES x DEADSHOT ECHO x TECH MAZE x BOOKS CLONESHIP 02/02/2024| ARC Trooper Fives, OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Echo, TBB Tech, Alpha-26 Maze | sketchbook | Various sketches about cloneboys + JungleSkirmish!AU lore | 

「Fuck you, Maze」 [COMIC]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 02/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Sketchbook | Ordo is a menace |

「Daddy’s little boy」 [ART] + [AO3]

03/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata | Ordo has an inner conversation with his demon which is more like Ordo is being numb and helpless while the demon talks shit | Word count: 480 | Mentions of sex | 

「Obedience/Devotion」 [ART] + [AO3]

SHEEV x FOX but can be interpreted platonic too 04/02/2024 | Commander Fox, Sheev Palpatine | Febuwhump 2024 day 3 | Toxic relationship, one-sided love…or is it? | Art & Fic | Word count: 300 | 

「You were late, now suffer the consequences」 [COMIC]

18+ ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 04/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | I’m obsessed with juicy alpha-class thighs, your honour | The art goes to an SFW tumblr post so from there you can decide if you want to see Maze’s juicy alpha-class thighs yourself by clicking on the AO3 link |

「I love you」 [ART]

SHEEV x FOX 05/02/2024 | Commander Fox , Sheev Palpatine | Febuwhump 2024 Day 5 | Continuation of “Obedience” | Toxic relationship | 

「You lied to me」 [ART]

06/02/2024 | Darman Skirata, Kal Skirata | Febuwhump 2024 Day 6 | This is the very prompt I even started this challenge and with its upload, I think I finished my goal to participate ^^ | WARNING: Graphical depiction of violence, blood | 

「One of those days」 [ART]

07/02/2024 | OC: Deadshot | BPD art | He is not alright | sketchbook |

「Sad Nikkari is sad」 [ART]

07/02/2024 | Nikkari Aoe | Sketchbook | 

「IT’S COFFE TIME!」 [ART]

08/02/2024 | Commander Fox | ASDF movie parody | It’s Muffin time! song parody | 

「Blorbo rambling about Nikkari and Ordo」 [ART]

08/02/2024 | Nikkari Aoe, Ordo Skirata, guest star: me | Crossover art | Blorbo rambling | 

「The Art from Blorbo rambling, but Nikkari is a pervert」 [ART]

08/02/2024 | Nikkari Aoe, Ordo Skirata | Crossover art | mentions of daddy kink |

Draw the squad with the ELEG4NT」 [ART]

09/02/2024 | Kasen Kanesada, Nikkari Aoe, Hachisuka Kotetsu, Souza Samonji | ELEG4NT | Draw the squad meme | They are all delicate flowers | 

「Yagen portrait」 [ART]

11/02/2024 | Yagen Toushirou | Screenshot study | I have no idea what I’m doing. |

「Clones in the closet」 [ART]

15/02/2024 | Captain Rex, ARC Trooper Fives, ARC Trooper Echo, ARC Trooper Jesse, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Hardcase | Characters react to post | My brain hurts :DDD |

「City boy gets intimidated by war veteran’s huge equipment」 [ART]

Not a ship art, but I’m a very mature person and the dialogue is purposefully written as cockmeasuring 18/02/2024 | Clone Trooper Kix, OC: Headshot | Kix tries to befriend the corrie medic |

「Life after O66」 [ART]

18/02/2024 | OC: Lily, OC: Blaze, OC: Vorn, OC: Headshot, OC: Pons, OC: Angel, Commander Fox, Commander Thorn, Commander Thire | ARTs and rambling about OC’s and how they life will be after Order 66 | WARNING: Mentions of canon character's deaths, mentions of suicide, actual suicide and visual depiction of it, nudity but genitals are not visible. Coruscant Guard has cultish vibes. 

「Corrie Medical Team」 [ART]

18/02/2024 | OC: Headshot, OC: Pons, OC: Angel | That art about the medical team from Life after O66 post. | It’s just three of them being not alright. | 

「He asked for no onions」 [ART]

Ordo x Maze CLONESHIP 19/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | They are both awkward. Period. | 

「Tactical smooch」 [ART]

19/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Kissing | Mentions of homophobia, mentions of clonecest phobia | This is a companion-art to He Asked for No Onions. When I started to being active, I swore that every anti-cloneship hate post/comment I get, I’ll do kissing clones and tag the haters under it. Ok, I won’t do such things because I don’t want my ship art about boys being soft be tainted with fandombullshit all the time. You don’t mess with Mamuzzy, they are going to cry!!! (and becomes a vengeful spirit, lol) |

「It’s safe under the blanket」 [ART]

Ordo x Maze CLONESHIP 20/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Wholesome fluffness I think they pretty much sleep like this~ | 

「O Ordo, Ordo wherefore art thou Ordo」[ART]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 20/02/2024 | Alpha-26 Maze | Maze is daydreaming in the office | Romeo and Juliet parody | 

「Imperial!Lily」 [ART]

21/02/2024| OC: Lily | Basically that art about Lily from the Life after O66 post | He is not alright | 

「Reggest reg ever regged from the reg manual」 [ART]

29/02/2024 | Corrie!Fives, OC: Blaze, ithillia’s OC: Snake | Fives has a rough time adapting to his new environment | 

MARCH

「They are so stupidly in love I just can’t」 [ART]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP |01/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Received a very kind ask <3 | 

「Gems of the Republic」 [FIC]

03/03/2024 | OC: Blaze, OC: Vorn | Ficlet about a little bit of nothing, corrie guard Blaze and Vorn having a lighthearted conversation during patrol, and oh, there is unhealthy amount of mention of piss. Wordcount around 700.

「Corrie Medical Officer Pons」 [ART] 

03/03/2024 | OC: Pons, OC: Angel, OC: Jason, OC: Headshot | Art and lore of Pons |

「Fic compilation for kissing prompts」 [FIC]

FIVES x DEADSHOT ORDO x ECHO CLONESHIP 04/03/2024 | ARC Trooper Fives, OC: Deadshot, Ordo Skirata, ARC Trooper Echo | Kissing prompt | 

「It is not socially acceptable to throw up in the alleys of Coruscant」 [FIC] + [AO3]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 08/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Kissing prompt | They are drunk as fuck | 

「Just let me boil in my water a little longer」 [FIC]

ORDO X MAZE CLONESHIP 14/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Kissing prompt | It’s actually just a post with the AO3 link and I think I will keep this format when uploading fics from now on. |

「Maze, Ordo and books」 [HEADCANON]

ORDO x MAZE MAZE x BOOKS :DDD CLONESHIP 17/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Headcanon | Maze is a booklover. | 

「Mereel loves you」 [ART]

28/03/2024 | Mereel Skirata | sketchbook | he is a sweet menace | character reacts to post |

「Mereel loves you part II」 [ART]

28/03/2024 | Mereel Skirata | sketchbook | Character reacts to post |

「Why cat shaped if not a cat?」[COMIC]

29/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze, Arligan Zey, Commander Fox | Ordo is cat-coded for me. |

APRIL

「BOOP!!!! Part I」 [COMIC]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 12/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Maze uses vile tactics against the Null to deescalate their usual tense encounter |

「Boop.」 [ART]

12/04/2024 | Clone Trooper Dogma and a Tooka | Boop. |

「It's not for customers, I promise!」 [COMIC]

14/04/2024 | Alpha-26 Maze, Kal Skirata, Ordo Skirata, Mereel Skirata, Prudii Skirata | Restaurant!AU | Based on this post. | WARNING: Under the cut there is a comic with cartoon violence, blood and dead body depicted in comically goreish situation. |

「Fallout!Ordo」 [ART]

14/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata | Fallout crossover | Ordo with a sledgehammer in raider sadist outfit from Fallout 3 |

「Your eyes are shit」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE

17/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Wanted to draw something wholesome with them, or at least, something cute-couple thing to do <3 | Also I'll never get bored of Maze having glasses |

「He was supposed to be dead to begin with」 [AO3]

FIVES x DEADSHOT (OC) CLONESHIP 20/04/2024| OC: Deadshot, Captain Rex, ARC Trooper Fives | Fanfic | Wordcount: 2446 | Mature | Talking about a dead person and grief | Captain Rex had enough with Deadshot's digging into the past and decided it's time to have a conversation neither of them wished to have. | If you perhaps read the older version, this one went through a little editing. |

「50th follower art」 [ART]

20/04/2024 | OC Blaze, OC Lily OC Vorn | Thank your hanging out with me followers and moots <3 |

「BOOP! Part II」 [COMIC]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 21/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata | Ordo had a few sleepless night after that incident |

「I don't want to go to work, buir!」 [ART]

22/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Kal Skirata | I want to believe that sometimes this certified blanket burrito needs some encouragement to get out of bed, when working in such an overwhelming place like Coruscant |

「OrdoMaze: Rimming」 [ART]

18+ ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 23/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | The only they don't fight is when they have sex, and Ordo is especially losing any will to bicker when Maze giving him a rimjob |

「Finger-sketches」 [ART]

25/04/2024 | OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Dogma | Sketchbook app | Quick finger-sketches drawn during empty hours |

「Expectations」 [ANIMATIC]

27/04/2024 | Clone Trooper Tup, ARC Trooper Fives, Clone Trooper Hardcase, Clone Trooper Dogma | JOSHIRAKU x TCW ANIMATIC | When your brothers keep forgetting that you are also a certified murder machine who is perfectly capable of tearing droids and people apart, but somehow you still play along with their bullshit because you love them |

-- MAY --

「Civilians are like tubies」 [ART]

03/05/2024| OC: Sesha, OC: Mog | Mog struggles to understand orginary citizens |

「They are cute and they know it」 [ART]

19/05/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Mereel Skirata, Prudii Skirata, Jaing Skirata, A'den Skirata, Kom'rk Skirata | Clone Cadets | They are precious. They are completely innocent. They can't do wrong. No way. Nah-uh. Nope. How can you say such thing! |

「Kiss while laughing」 [ART]

CLONESHIP FOX x THORN 22/05/2024 | Commander Fox, Commander Thorn | Kiss prompt |

「You vibe on sexy frequency」 [ART]

CLONESHIP TECH x HUNTER 23/05/2024| Tbb Tech, Tbb Hunter | kiss prompt | Drunk kisses |

「Kiss in the dark」 [ART]

CLONESHIP FIVES x DEADSHOT 24/05/2024 | ARC Trooper Fives, OC Deadshot, Clone Trooper Dogma | There is no privacy on a venator |

-- JUNE --

「I'm so fucking done」 [ART]

03/06/2024 | Jiroutachi, Nikkari Aoe, Kousetsu Samonji, Kasen Kanesada, Yagen Toushirou | Expression meme |

「Post-Geonosis Schizoid Man」 [ART] 05/06/2024 | Kal Skirata, Ordo Skirata, Prudii's Skirata, Mereel Skirata, Jaing Skirata, Kom'rk Skirata, A'den Skirata | Saints Row III x Republic Commando crossover | screenshot sketches |

「Hand kiss」 [ART]

03/06/2024 | Commander Mayday, tbb Crosshair | Mayday knows the way how to make the snarky sniper blush | kiss prompt |

「Emotional Support Buir」 [ART]

09/06/2024 | Kal Skirata | I love him so much :< |

「Header image」 [ART]

DARMAN X ETAIN 13/06/2024 | Darman Skirata, Etain Tur-Mukan | I use this as a header for my re-read project

「Kiss against the wall」 [ART]

CLONESHIP FIVES x ECHO 13/06/2024 | ARC Trooper Fives, ARC Trooper Echo | kissing prompts |

「He attacc he protecc but most importantly he stalks」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 15/06/2024 | Captain Maze, Ordo Skirata | Ordo being an adorable little creep but Maze doesn't mind |

「An interactive OrdoMaze story」 [Ficlet]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 15/06/2024 | Captain Maze, Ordo Skirata | I intend to continue this. | CW: stalking |

「Kiss on the nose」 [ART]

CLONESHIP JESSE x KIX 15/06/2024 | Clone Trooper Kix, ARC Trooper Jesse | Injury always heals better with kisses | Kiss prompts |

「Reggest reg regged from the reg manual: Cody edition」 [ART]

17/06/2024 | TBB Crosshair, TBB Tech, TBB Hunter, Commander Cody | The Bad Batch are the witness to that no, Cody does not have any tattoes at all. |

「Mereel loves you but now in color」 [ART]

24/06/2024 | Mereel Skirata | I wanted to draw a colored picture about him ^^ |

「Anxiety」 [ART]

24/06/2024| Anxiety from Inside out 2 | I really loved this miserable creechur <3 |

-- JULY --

「Two faces of Kal Skirata」 [ART]

01/07/2024 | Kal Skirata, Niner Skirata | I saw a quote in the books and got inspired by it. Also bebeNiner. |

「Gold is the color of revenge」 [ART]

06/07/2024 | Kal Skirata, Ordo Skirata, Mereel Skirata, Prudii Skirata, Jaing Skirata, Kom'rk Skirata, A'den Skirata | Walon Vau was disrespectful and this need counter-measures | Reaction to post |

「Spiteful Kiss」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 14/07/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze, Kal Skirata, Mereel Skirata, Jaing Skirata | Prompt: Spiteful kiss | What is more spiteful than kissing your boyfriends who hides you from his dad and brothers? |

「Who would eat bug?」 [ART] + headcanons about the Nulls

16/07/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Mereel Skirata, and a steelchair | The questions I would like to get I guess |

「Trust」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 20/07/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Ordo is a jealous person and his intrusive thoughts about killing Maze are not helping | Based on song |

「Lopott könyvek」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 22/07/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | A song inspired me and had to draw them being softies |

「Mereel x Tomo」 [ART]

18+ CLONESHIP Mereel Skirata x Original Clone OC (not mine) 25/07/2024 | Mereel Skirata, Clone Medic Tomo | CW: Period kink | Tomo would sacrifice senators to the deep gods of Coruscant just to be eaten out while on his period. Luckily for him, there is a Null ARC lieutenant who can be convinced to indulge in his kink and make this fantasy a reality. |

[max-cortez]

What many people didn't realize was that staying was sometimes the harder choice to make. Leaving could be the easy part, but there were times where it wasn't. He'd been in her position, perhaps not for the same reasons, but he knew what it was like to waver on the choice of staying or going. The difference was, he didn't have the courage to stick around. "It takes a long to stick around. I don't think people give enough credit for that choice." Whatever her reasons were, she'd chose to ignore the bad and power through it. "I could always go for meeting new people. I need to get myself out there more so I'm not weighing Kat down with my time." Did he mention Rachel? He wanted to, but truth was, it didn't seem fair. He'd been the one to set boundaries between himself and the woman, yet he was the one daring to break them more often than not. "Well, I'm okay with meeting whoever. You seem to be a good judge of character, so I'm sure I'm trusting you." Besides, it wasn't like he was making a lifelong commitment to any friendship. If it wasn't a good fit, he'd thank her and move on.

A passion for art seemed like an understatement. It was funny just how much excitement he'd worked up at the paint and sip night he and Rachel had gone to. Despite the small canvas, he'd enjoyed filling every inch of it. "You could say that I have a passion for it. I have a couple of pieces in my room that I've done. A whole sketchbook full of work too. I've loved art since I was young." It was a way to express himself without the use of words and to no one's surprise, he was quite good at it. "I believe everyone should travel more. Education is important and the best way to learn is by experience." Anyone could read text in a book, but when it came to firsthand learning? Nothing compared to that. "Well, I guess here's to wishing you and your family plenty of safe future travels," he hummed as he lifted his beer towards the other and took a long swig. "So, I'm assuming you've got more questions than just that one, huh?"

"Trust me, it was a work in process. I've had many times where I was ready to leave this place and opportunities that could've made that happen. I actually did almost leave back during the summer. But, while I've had many reasons why I wanted to leave, I had the right reasons as to why I wanted to stay." Part of her felt guilty to admit that. Yet, in a way, it was also freeing to admit such a thing to a man she was building a friendship with. After all, it wasn't a linear process and she didn't want to make it seem like it was. She wanted to be as upfront with him as possible with her own struggles concerning the small mountain city and how her feelings for it have evolved. At Max's words, however, she chuckled slightly. Her soon shaking her head. "Trust me, she would've said something by now if she thought you were hovering. But let me know if you ever want to meet some more people. I think you'd get along nicely with my friend, Atlas, if Adri and Kat haven't already introduced you to him." It sometimes still amazed her over how long she's known the two other women. She nodded quietly as she thought about her childhood. While it was adventurous and full of opportunities, it was also extremely lonely. "Those, along with this man and his siblings that I've known since I was a teen, were my only true friends until I moved here. We honestly only became friends at first because of our parents all being friends, but eventually, they became my sisters. I only had them for the longest time."

It was always fascinating to learn why someone wanted to go somewhere. Sometimes, it came down to childhood fascination. Sometimes, it came down to 'just because I felt like going there'. So many different reasons yet all so valid in her eyes. "Well, here's hoping that you'll get to visit these places as many times as you possibly can. Especially Rio. You have a passion for art or just a little interested?" Asli's smile grew as she held her hands up slightly in surrender, the woman chuckling as she nodded. "Fair enough, absolutely fair enough. For all of my life, all of my travels came down to learning. Learning about the people, learning about the culture, the history, the nature, the food, the languages. It actually wasn't until back in November when my boyfriend and I went to France for awhile that I went on a trip just because. We've talked about going on some more trips, though those mainly do have reasons why we want to go. Though I'll try to make sure to include more 'just for the hell of it' trips with Eli and my little girl in the future. It's crazy how after you've been dormant for awhile, you get one tiny bite from the travel bug and you're just ready to go all over the place again."

[selene-stories]

"Are you sketching?"

Upon spotting Hero on the rooftop, Villain had expected to find them going through notes, or even reading a book. But instead they held a sketchbook, delicately tracing lines in patterns that were almost, well...

They were soothing.

"Oh, you came." Calm as ever, Hero put their pens away. "I grew tired of waiting, so I thought i'd kill some time."

Kill some time?

Their sketch didn't even look finished, and it still managed to take Villain's breath away. What would Hero create when they were actually in the mood to draw?

Villain's heart gave an excited flutter.

"Yeah sorry, It was just-- there was traffic," Villain stuttered, trying and failing to seem normal.

"I bet."

Then their rival stood up, stretched and got ready to fight, albeit lazily. It seemed like neither of them wanted to do this, so Villain took a breath and started to carefully close the distance between them.

"Can I, ah..."

All they had to do was ask. How hard could it be?

"Can I see them? The drawings?"

Hero went wide eyed in an instant.

"Absolutely not!"

"But-"

"No." Hero's cheeks were starting to redden now. "I am not showing you-"

"What if we made a deal then?" Villain heard themself say. They would have taken it back, made a joke out of it, if it wasn't for Hero's expression.

They gave them a couple of minutes to think it over. Trying to contain their nerves, Villain placed weight on their right leg, then on the left, until Hero finally looked at them. Instead of telling them off they asked,

"What do you have in mind?"

Villain's mind raced. What could they possibly have to offer a Hero? They had fame, fans, luxuries. Everyone loved and bowed before them.

It was harder to think of something than they initially thought.

Hero just remained there, standing, the only tell of interest being the curious glint in their eyes.

"I-i can take you on a date," Villain said hopefully.

"So can I," Hero dismissed.

Right. Right, right. Hero could have anyone they possibly wanted, what would they see in Villain?

Wait, no, that wasn't the point.

"So it's a no to riches too?"

Hero smirked, "You know me so well."

Not well enough, it seemed. "What if I promise not to stand in your way for a week?"

Hero was starting to enjoy this, it was plain as day. "Oh, I don't know" they purred as they came closer, "you aren't really as much trouble as you think you are."

"Harsh."

"How abouutt" now making circles around Villain they suggested, "You tell me an embarrassing story?"

What?

Villain stared as Hero tried to contain their chuckle-- they were on the job after all. It's just, Villain looked so cute when they were startled.

"I show you my embarrassingly trashy art, you tell me an embarrassing memory. I think it's fair."

"Ah, no it is not?" Villain said, full of attitude. Hero was already rolling their eyes at the other's future mockery, but what came instead was different.

"Your art isn't trashy- it's freaking gorgeous. So don't you dare talk about it that way."

That was Hero's cue to make a witty remark, but it was kinda hard when their brain slowed to a halt.

"How about," Villain started, "I just pay an art teacher to come over, so they can tell you how great your drawings are and that you are stupid?"

They would pay for a teacher? Villain actually thought their art was nice?

"Hey, earth to Hero?" The sound of fingers getting snapped brought Hero to the present. They grinned.

"I have another idea" they said, their soft tone making Villain melt on the inside. "For each drawing I show you, you have to share a memory that first comes to your mind. It doesn't have to be a bad one, it could be anything."

That was... "Is this so you can know my identity?"

Their rival smirked at them, half lidded eyes to go with it and Villain had a thought then; This isn't fair.

"Sure," Hero lied bluntly, "lets go with that."

Villain mulled it over for a bit. Was it really worth it?

When their eyes met, Hero's were deliciously warm. If the deal was made, then the two would get to spend more time together. Without fighting. Just...talking. Villain felt warmer instantly.

And besides, no one said they had to share important memories. It could be anything; It could even be lies.

"Okay" Villain blurted out. "But if anyone asks, i'll tell them you had me at gunpoint."

At that Hero let out a light laugh, making Villain think it might not end so terribly, afterall.

Part 2

[wdwmarveldisney]

Newsies imagine the reader is an artist and the Newsies find all of their art work of themselves and love the reader's work and what she did for them but having more drawings of Crutchie.

Perfect

Crutchie x reader

Summary: You get something amazing from something as annoying as your privacy violated.

Masterlist

A/N: Okay so, I don’t think there’s any hint to reader’s gender and this has not been proofread so I do sincerely apologise in advance but nevertheless, for my first time writing for Crutchie, I loved it.

GIF isn’t mine

You had made friends with the newsies at a young age. You had worked at a factory at first when you were little and a small boy with a crutch used to wave at you everyday at the end of the day. Sometimes he'd have a friend by his side, counting what they had made that day but that didn't stop his small wave. It was you who initiated any kind of talk, saving up so you didn't feel bad about buying a paper after work one day. Not too long after your first encounter with him did you end up finding him one of your closest friends. Then after some unfortunate incident, the factory closed and you were sent to the streets to find work. Immediately Crutchie offered a helping hand into the business of Newsies.

You knew a few from selling with Crutchie and others in passing but there were a few who you’d yet to see. Meeting them was nerve racking after hearing Crutchie go into unreal details about them being his family. You were a little afraid to admit that your friendship with Crutchie had only worked a kindling for set your crush on him ablaze.

It wasn’t long until you fit right in and eventually, you were in a situation where you were living with them. You’d scored a top bunk over one of the younger newsies but every now and then you’d join Jack and Crutchie on the roof. Jack was your best friend. He loved art too, he was always up for a joke, he was kind and caring and he was the only one to clue in on your crush on Crutchie which lead to various teasing comments and stupid dares to ask him out. Usually your response was between a ‘I’m not eight’ and ‘You’se mental’ to which he’d always agree.

Tonight was one of your nights up on the roof, new sketchbook in your lap as you used Jack’s charcoals he’d leant you while you waited for the two boys. There was a commotion from the bunks but that wasn’t out of the blue so you fixated on the current work you were doing. Was it another piece of Crutchie? Yes. Was it really your fault that he was so interesting to draw? Absolutely not. You were about to start on his hair when the commotion got louder and Jack’s booming voice was trying to quieten them down with some speak on privacy. Curiosity got the better of you and you snuck down to see what ridiculous fight was happening now only for your jaw to drop at what was being passed around.

See, you knew that under one of the loose floorboards by your bed wasn’t the best hiding spot for your three full sketchbooks but there wasn’t many other places and you couldn’t find it in you to look for another one. Now your laziness was backfiring as they were being passed around spoke about whilst Jack stopped his speech on respecting boundaries to instead admire a drawing of himself. Crutchie seemed to be the only one who wouldn’t look as he kept saying you hadn’t said they could do they shouldn’t. Your heart swelled, pathetically, and you shoved that feeling away to instead cough to make your presence known. A silence fell over the boys but Jack was quick to talk, “See, what did I tell you’se that these are private-”

All the boys erupted into shouts over one another before silencing at your voice. “Oh, save it Kelly,” you quipped, making him pause before he shrugged and fixed his hat. He took a step back and all the boys broke out into apologies, Race being the only one quiet which was weird because usually you could hear his voice the clearest. You saw Albert shoving the boy who simply glared at him before turning to you, “Why’s are all of these Crutchie?” The boy in question blushed as a heat burned your cheeks and you dived forward to snatch the books. An ‘oooo’ sounded before Jack was shooing them all away and nodding for you to go to the roof before doing the same with Crutchie. Various shouts of, “Thanks for the portrait’ and ‘You’se really good at drawing’ filled the room just before the cold air hit you and you were climbing up the rusty metal to the roof space.

Crutchie followed right behind and you almost walked straight into him as you paced, rushed apologies leaving both of you. It was quiet for a beat and then you couldn’t take it, “I’m sorry, I know it’s probably really weird that I just have a bunch of drawing of you but I swear, it’s just that you’re… interesting to dra- okay that sounds creepier then it did in my head but I mean-” You shut up when his laugh met your ears and his hand was resting over yours that held onto your sketchbook like a lifeline. You stared his crinkled eyes and blinding smile and if it was possible, you think you may have just fallen in love with the boy.

He couldn’t stop smiling apparently, looking at you suddenly sheepishly as he said, “Can I’se look at them?” You froze, mouth agape as you tried to find some sort of composure, the only thing happening being a small nod. You passed the sketchbooks over, falling to sit next to him when he decided to sit in the poorly made up bed of his. He didn’t skip the few pages in between of the others and instead admired every piece he could. The compliments didn’t stop to the point you thought your heart might burst and that heat that invaded your cheeks actually began to make you sweat. He looked so perfect, he was so perfect.

He finished going through one book as you took a deep breath and before he could open the next one, you jumped in, “Um, I’se actually started this other one. I haven’t finished it yet though and it’s not that great but, um, yeah,” he still had the look in his eyes, the amazement he stared at the drawing with now settled on you with another glint in his eyes. It hit you like a bus, breathing suddenly becoming a luxury. “Can I still see?” Crutchie asked and something about his demeanour reminded you of a small kid finding more presents under the Christmas tree. It made your heart swell again and you quickly scrambled to reach for your newest sketch book just a little bit away. You opened it to the page at the back that you had started on for no particular reason whatsoever, showing him the half finished charcoal piece.

Crutchie grinned impossibly wide, “I didn’t know you’se could do this. They’s amazing,” you wrapped your arms around your knees, bashful smile on your lips as your love struck gaze stayed fixed on him and only him. Fixing your hat, you eyes the way he couldn’t stop admiring it. Clearing your throat, you brought his attention back to you and you quickly avoided his gaze. Settling on picking at the ends of your trousers, you asked the question that had began to eat away at you, “You’se, er, you’se don’t think it’s weird or nothing, right?” You glanced up as he frantically shook his head, sketchbook moving to the floor as he kept that impossibly large grin, “No, no. I’se think that, maybe, it means you sees me the way I sees you,”

“Oh,” the boy you loved just hinted at liking you and you say ‘oh’? Really? Mentally kicking yourself, everything in you froze as he held your hand and you struggled to choke a breath when your eyes met. “Can, um, how,” you couldn’t help but mumble nonsense as you tried to find some logic in the chaos in your head. Your voice was nowhere above a whisper and your breath hitched when you realised you speaking had brought his attention to your lips. Now both of you were awkward messes before he seemed to find a surge of confidence and pressed his lips gently to yours.

God, okay, okay. He was kissing you and you were kissing back, that’s a good start. If you knew kissing him would feel this amazing, you’d have shown him those drawings ages ago. It was soft, sweet. He was gentle and slow and yeah, maybe neither of you knew what you were doing but you were definitely loving every second of it. When he finally pulled away, you felt yourself chasing his lips before he laughed. Your eyes finally fluttered open to see his stupidly cute face still so close.

Yeah, no, this was perfect.

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

The Portrait (An Alcina x Maiden Fanfic)

You walk into the Atelier and find yourself once again gazing at the portrait of the Lady of the Castle, Lady Dimitrescu. She must have commissioned the portrait when she was younger because she looked like she was in her mid-20’s. She stands in an ivory-colored dress with a full skirt, holding a glass of wine. Her face is clear of her laugh lines, under-eye circles, and wrinkles but she is still as elegant and beautiful as ever. You move closer to get a better look and suddenly wonder who might have painted this portrait. Were they close to Lady Dimitrescu?

“Do you like it?”

You whirl around swiftly and find yourself face to face with Alcina Dimitrescu. The corner of her mouth quirks up in an amused grin, making her laugh lines indent into her cheekbones. Her golden eyes are glittering with mischief.

“Well?” she prompts.

You come back to yourself. “I-It’s lovely, my Lady,” you stammer. “Did you commission someone to make it for you?”

Alcina lets out a laugh like tinkling bells. “Why, yes. In fact you could say that the two of us were rather close.” She steps closer to you and the portrait, a knowing smirk on her face. “It was actually me that painted that portrait.”

“You?” you blurt out suddenly. Then you realize how rude you must sound. "Forgive me, my Lady,” you say, ducking your head in apology. “I meant no disrespect. I just didn’t know you were the artistic type.”

“Oh, I’ve dabbled in a lot of different art forms in my life, pet,” she says, and you see her eyes mist over as she reminisces. “I was classically trained in opera, I’ve painted landscapes and portraits, written poetry...I even was a jazz singer for a time. I made that portrait when I was 25. I was a very different woman than the one you see now.” She smiles self-deprecatingly. “Well, aside from the obvious, anyway.”

“It’s exquisite,” you breathe as you lean your head to get a better look at the portrait. You think of something and turn to her. “Do you still paint, my Lady?”

“Lately I’ve taken to sketching. And now that you know my secret,” she says, giving you a conspiratorial wink. “Perhaps I might come in here and do my sketching while you clean.”

You suddenly remember the actual purpose of why you came to this room in the first place. “Right! I need to polish the bells! I’ll just get started on that, then!”

You hear her chuckle low in her throat as you scramble up the ladder, taking out your polish. You look over back at her and she has sat down on the sofa, slipping a pair of pearl chain half-moon spectacles over her nose. She takes out her pens and charcoal, flips to a new page in her sketchbook and bends her dark head down to work.

Soon you and Alcina have a little arrangement going where every time you enter the Atelier to work on your tasks, you know you will soon see Alcina ducking her head under the lintel to work on her sketching. While you are on the ladder, you sneak glances at her every so often. Her lashes kiss the tips of her cheekbones and her brow is furrowed in concentration. Sometimes you will look from her to the portrait and you conclude that if possible, her aging has made her even more beautiful.

You feel a hand on your back and jump making the ladder wobble slightly. The hand braces you against the ladder so you don’t fall and you hear a soft chuckle behind you. “I’m sorry, dear. I suppose I should have announced my presence beforehand. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s not a problem,” you say and you feel color flood your cheeks as you see you are truly face to face with Alcina Dimitrescu. Her face is merely inches from yours. Her golden eyes catch the light from the chandelier and up close you see they are not just golden but with hints of silver around the iris.

“There’s this spot around the gears that doesn’t get enough attention that I’d like to show you,” Alcina hands hover around your waist. “May I?”

You nod your consent and she gently moves you on the ladder until you’re on the other side. She bends down and whispers in your ear. “Just between the cog and the gear. Do you see it?” The smell of her perfume is intoxicating. You nod that you understand and she smiles. “Good! I know you always do a thorough job and I wanted to bring that to your attention.” With that she settles back down and resumes her sketching.

This goes on for a while, you working while Alcina is sketching. Occasionally she will take a break and stand nearby observing you as you work. You find it difficult to concentrate when she is around but she eventually smiles to herself saying, “Yes. Very good,” before returning to her seat. A couple times you are not certain but you think you might have seen a flush creep up her cheekbones before she resumes her sketching.

A couple of weeks of this go by and you notice Alcina is not satisfied with the progress of her drawing. You see that she is erasing more often and often starts from a completely new page in her sketchbook. “No, no, this isn’t right!” you hear her say aloud one day. You chance a look at her as you are on the ladder polishing the candlesticks. She is furiously scribbling on the sketchpad and when a loose lock of her ebony hair falls into her eyes, she pushes it impatiently away. You try to lean down further to get a better look. You’ve seen how talented she is, surely the sketch couldn’t be that bad…

Suddenly you feel the ladder twist from under you as you lose your balance. Your arms pinwheel helplessly in the air as you try to regain your footing but to no avail. You shut your eyes tight as you fall, hoping at the most you’ll just sprain an ankle.

Instead of the hard floor, you fall into something soft. You open your eyes and jolt back as you see Alcina’s aureate eyes staring back into yours. She chuckles. “It appears I cannot do much but startle you these days it seems.” She looks at you with a concerned expression. “Are you all right, dear?”

“Yes, my Lady, I’m fine,” you mumble. You blush scarlet as you are very aware that her gloved hand is on your upper thigh, your skirt riding up in her haste to catch you. She becomes aware of this too and smoothes your skirt down, murmuring an apology, but not before you catch the blush in her cheeks.

She turns her head quickly away to hide it, her hat covering her profile. “Would you like to take a moment and rest, dear? You’ve been working so hard, you deserve a break.”

You nod soundlessly and she takes you over to the sofa where she has been doing her sketching. She closes her sketchbook with a snap before you can get a good look at it.

A maid arrives with Alcina’s afternoon tea. “Set out an extra cup for Y/N, if you please,” she commands the parlor maid. The maid nods and pours you both cups of steaming apple cinnamon tea, perfect for a cold winter’s day.

When the maid bows and leaves, you turn to Lady Dimitrescu. You clear your throat. “Um, my Lady?”

She smiles at you over her teacup. “Yes, pet?”

You can’t help it. You’re positively burning with curiosity at this point. “What have you been drawing?” you ask before you can stop yourself.

Alcina’s cheekbones flood with color. “Oh, it’s nothing special really,” she says hurriedly. “Just some scribbles.”

You can hardly believe it. Was Lady Dimitrescu, usually so full of pride and grace, embarrassed? You see a scrap of paper on the ground near the sofa and pick it up. Alcina tries to stop you but you’ve already turned it over in your hands. You let out a little gasp of surprise as you see what Alcina has been drawing all this time.

There on the paper is a charcoal drawing of you polishing the bells. In the corner of the page is a closeup of you, your face shining in the chandelier light.

You look back at her, your mouth open in shock. When you finally gain the ability to form words, you ask, “Is this what you’ve been working on all this time, my Lady?” you ask quietly, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Alcina nods and opens her sketchbook to show even more pages of you. You staring at her portrait, you reaching up on your toes on the ladder to dust off a high shelf, you pouring her tea. There are pages upon pages of your likeness.

Alcina turns her head to face you. “I must confess that I had been in need of a new muse for my art,” she says. “When I saw you gazing at my portrait, something stirred within me. There is something about you that draws me to you.” She takes your chin gently in her gloved hand.

“Your hair,” she says, and she takes off your cap and settles your unbound hair about your shoulders. “Even pinned under your cap, it cannot conceal its beauty.” She takes your hand in hers. “Your skin,” she murmurs, pressing her lips to the back of your hand, making you feel a pleasant shiver go down your arm. “How it shines under the lamplight. Your eyes.” She is moving ever closer. “The way I could get lost in those fathomless depths. And your lips…”

Her face is so close to yours now, her lips parted. “What about my lips?” you whisper, scarcely daring to breathe.

You are not quite sure who closes the distance between you first, but you are suddenly in Alcina’s arms and you are kissing her fiercely, your hands weaving their way through her ebony locks. Her hands settle themselves around your waist as her tongue gently parts your lips. You lay back on the sofa and bring her head gently down with you. She braces one hand on the side of the couch while the other gently holds the back of your head.

The sound of the clock chiming startles you, making you break apart suddenly. Alcina lets out a girlish giggle. “We simply have to do something about those nerves of yours, draga mea,” she purrs. You smile and lift your head up to receive her kiss again.

[wonderswritings]

Something More

Summary: Peter’s always been there. Always. This time he wasn’t, and it slowly leads to new things. Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader Warnings: Angst, AU, Slow Burn-ish, Peter’s slightly an ass, Childhood Friends to Lovers, POV Switches, No use of YN Prompt: 11. Two idiots in love Written for @wint3r-h3art 1.2k follower writing challenge Have a lil oneshot while I crawl back into my hole and not update any series🤣

I jumped when hands covered my eyes, someone leaning down so their head was resting on my shoulder.

“Guess who.”

I grinned, relaxing as I tilted my head to the side.

“Hmm, I don’t know, Jace?”

He gasped, dropping his hands as he stood, turning my head to the side, seeing the flabbergasted look on his face, his hand placed on his chest as he slightly leaned back.

“How dare you.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“I’m not sorry.”

Peter huffed as he moved to sit next to me, slightly shoving me as I laughed, scooting down the bench.

“Of all the people you could’ve named, you name Jace. Jace.”

“Just because you don’t like him, doesn’t make him a bad guy.”

Peter shook his head, huffing slightly.

“I never said I don’t like him. I just-”

I grinned as he tilted his head to the side, nodding at him as he bit his lip.

“Exactly.”

Peter huffed, looking over at me.

“Okay, I don’t like him.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“It’s been how many years now and you’re still not over what happened in second grade?”

“It was my seat and you ignored me the entire day for him!”

 “I did not! I kept trying to talk to you and you kept pouting!”

Peter gasped, turning towards me.

“I do not pout!”

I laughed, nodding.

“You’re doing it right now!”

“Shut up, I am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

He huffed, shaking his head.

“Am not.”

I grinned, nodding.

“Yes you are.”

He turned his head to the side, looking over at me as he grabbed my hand, twiddling with my fingers.

“What are you doing?”

“I am trying to come up with some ideas for my art showing, but I’m stuck.”

Peter nodded, leaning his head on my shoulder.

“What do you have so far?”

I reached for my sketchbook, lifting it up so Peter could see the blank page.

“Nothing, that’s why I’m stuck.”

He nodded, turning my hand in his as I slightly bit my lip.

“You are coming right?”

Peter sat up, his free hand coming towards my face, cupping my jaw as he turned me towards him.

“Of course I’ll be there, bug. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I promise.”

I looked up when someone called my name, my smile dropping when I saw it wasn’t who I’d hoped it was.

“The exhibit is amazing! You had an excellent turnout for your first showing.”

Slightly shaking my head I offered Ms. Nash a small smile.

“Thank you Ms. Nash. And thank you, for giving me the opportunity to showcase my work.”

Ms. Nash smiled, shaking her head as she placed her hand on my arm.

“No thanks needed dear, you have the talent and you deserve it. Please, stay for as long as you’d like, I’m going to get the stragglers to leave.” 

Ms. Nash patted my arm before she turned, walking towards one of the lingering couples. I pulled out my phone, checking my messages, sighing when I saw no new messages, no matter how many times I refreshed it. I spared a glance around the room, the few people who still lingered slowly making their way out of the gallery as I walked towards the small table that held my things, sitting down on the bar stool, pulling up his contect. I bit my bottom lip as I waited for him to pick up, sighing when I got the voicemail, again.

“Hey Pete, I- I was just calling to see if you were on your way.”

I laughed slightly, shaking my head.

“It’s fine if you aren’t, I’m sure you’re busy-”

I looked around to make sure no one could hear me, lowering my voice.

“With your extracurricular activities. But can you just let me know that you’re okay? Please?”

I hung up the phone, checking my messages once more before I cut my phone off, placing it on the table. I looked up, seeing Ms. Nash leading the last few people towards the door. I stood up, walking towards her as she locked the door, smiling at me when she saw me walking towards her.

“Do you need any help cleaning up Ms. Nash?”

She smiled, shaking her head.

“Traci dear, please. And no, you can head home if you’d like.”

“I can stay-”

She looped her arm with mine, shooting me a grin.

“Nonsense dear, I’ll just have my grandson clean it up. He’s been hiding in the back all night.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind-”

She smiled as we walked towards my things, patting my arm.

“I’m sure dear.”

We stopped at the table, Traci turning towards me as she let my arm go.

“Go, go and celebrate with your friends. And then I’ll see you on Monday before opening.”

I made a face, tilting my head to the side.

“What?”

She placed a key onto the table, sliding it towards me as she nodded.

“The gallery is yours.”

“What? No it’s not, it’s yours.”

She smiled, slightly shaking her head.

“No dear, I’m giving you the gallery.”

“Ms- Traci I- I couldn’t-”

She placed her hand on my arm, cutting off my rambling.

“My daughter loved this place. It was going to be hers when I passed but, you know how that turned out.”

She smiled slightly, shaking her head.

It’s hard, for both me and Max to come here. I’m all Max has, and I need to focus on him.”

“I still don’t-”

“I’ve watched you work hard since your internship and you stepped up when Mareline was sick. You kept this place running when I couldn’t. There’s no one I could think of who deserves this more than you.”

“Traci-”

She lifted her hand, shaking her head.

“I won’t hear it, dear. The gallery is yours. We can go over the finer points on Monday.”

She grabbed my things, handing them to me as she picked the key up, placing it in my hand as she led me towards the door.

“Now, go celebrate. We can talk more on Monday.”

I nodded numbly as she gently pushed me out the door, slightly shaking my head as I looked down at the key in my hand.

“Oh my god.”

I looked up at the gallery, gasping softly.

“Oh my god.”

“Go on dear.”

I jumped, looking over at the door, seeing Traci standing there, a soft smile on her face.

“Goodnight dear.”

“Goodnight Traci, I’ll see you Monday.”

She nodded, waving her hand out, causing me to grin as I started to walk down the sidewalk. Instead of taking the road that would lead to my apartment I turned, heading down to the all night cafe that was around the block from my apartment. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the cafe, my eyes widening slightly. Peter was sitting in the cafe with someone, a soft smile on his face. I took a step forward, gasping softly. Gwen was sitting across from him, holding Peter’s hand, the same soft smile on her face. I shook my head when I felt the sting of tears, turning around. 

My vision blurred as I practically ran back to my apartment, taking the steps two at a time before I came to my floor, fishing for my keys. Once I’d managed to unlock the door, I pushed it open, setting my things down on the side table as I slid the latch on the door, locking it. I kicked my shoes off as I made my way to my bedroom, walking towards the window and locking it, pulling the curtains shut. I flopped onto my bed, the tears falling freely. We’d been friends for sixteen years, ever since the first grade and tonight was the first time he’d broken a promise.

Peter was annoyed. It’d been a month and you were avoiding him and he didn’t know why. And it wasn’t like he could just ask you, given that the few times he’d seen you, you’d practically run the other way. You weren’t even answering your phone, and Peter had a sneaking suspicion that his messages weren’t even going through. Not to mention, you’d locked your window and closed the curtains, something you haven’t done since you found out he was spiderman. 

“Hey, Parker!”

Peter groaned as he looked up, watching as Jace ran towards him. 

“Jace.”

Jace grinned as he slapped his hand on Peter’s shoulder, causing Peter to slightly glare at him.

“It’s been a while man, how you’ve been?”

“Fine.”

Jace nodded, falling into step beside Peter.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask, how’d the art showing go?”

Peter made a face, slightly tilting his head to the side.

“What?”

Jace stopped, turning towards Peter.

“What do you mean, ‘what?’ The art showing was like four weeks ago. I wasn’t able to go since my holier than thou family was in town.”

Peter shook his head,  huffing.

“The art showing isn’t for another two weeks.”

Jace made a face, shaking his head.

“No, it wasn’t. It was last month, on a Friday.”

Peter’s eyes widened as he took off, ignoring Jace’s calls for him. Slipping into an alley he pulled his clothes off, stuffing them in his bag as he pulled his mask on. He swung to your apartment, landing on the roof, pulling his clothes back on as, walking to the ledge. He made sure it was clear before he started to climb down, landing on your small balcony, pulling his mask off as he knocked on the window, calling your name.

“Please. Open the window, please. I know why you’re upset and I’m sorry, really I am. Just please, open the window.”

Peter’s heart sped up when he saw your shadow, the curtain moving, feeling a small dash of hope, only for it to be crushed when he saw the paper that was pushed against the window. Peter shook his head, huffing.

“I’m not going away. Not until we talk.”

The paper fell, being replaced with another, causing him to clench his jaw.

“Real mature.”

The paper switched back to the one that read go away, this time being taped to the window before the curtains fell closed, your shadow disappearing. Peter’s eyes stung with tears as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against the window, muttering your name.

“Please, bug, open the window.”

Peter sat there for some time, pleading with you to open the window when his spidey senses went off, causing him to stand up, sighing softly.

“I’m coming back, bug, I promise.”

Weeks later, and Peter was still trying to get you to open the window. He’d tried to get you to open the door, but the doorman refused to let him enter, stopping him at the door before he could even walk up the steps. When he wasn’t out patrolling, he was sitting on your balcony, hoping that you’d at least open the curtains so he could see you. But you still had the note that read ‘go away’ taped to the window, and another that said ‘stop coming here’ just below it. But Peter was determined and stubborn, just like you, and he was determined to get you to talk to him, after he stopped the Rhino. 

He’d managed to escape from prison during a transport, and of course he had to wreck havoc as soon as he’d made it back to Queens. This suit was one of his older suits, the weaponry lagging but still causing damage as Peter swung about, trying to keep the civilians safe and stop the Rhino. It was when he’d just managed to break the left arm’s shooting system down when he saw you, causing his heart to stop. You helping get everyone to safety, occasionally turning and looking in Peter’s direction. And it was that moment of distraction that caused Peter’s heart to come to a crashing halt. 

Peter was yanked off the Rhino’s shoulder, slamming into a building to see you breaking off from the crowd, running towards the kid that was standing on the broken sidewalk, crying. You’d grabbed them, holding them to you as you ran. Peter was in the process of standing up when he heard you scream, his chest heaving as he looked over at you, seeing you lying on the ground, passed out as the Rhino walked towards you. Peter felt his blood grow hot as he clenched his jaw, balling his hands into fists as he ran forward, throwing a web at the Rhino. 

It was over in a couple of minutes, the Rhino’s suit completely demolished, Aleksei webbed to the ground. Peter didn’t bother to wait to make sure that he was taken into custody, running towards you and picking you up, cradling you to his chest as he threw his arm out, throwing a web before he swung off, landing on his balcony. He pushed the window open, carefully climbing in and laying you down on his bed. He pulled his mask off as he rushed to the bathroom, grabbing his first aid kit. He’d managed to change out of his suit before he’d returned to you, laying the kit on the bed next to you. Your forehead was bleeding heavily, so Peter started there, cleaning the blood, sighing softly when he saw the deep gash. It would need stitches, and Peter was glad that you weren’t awake for it. You’d hated having to stitch him up, and Peter hated that he’d come to you when he was too injured to swing to his place. He grabbed what he needed, looking down at you with a slight grimace.

“I’m sorry, bug.” 

He worked as quickly as he could, careful not to pull too tight in case you’d wake up. Once he was done stitching your forehead, he worked on cleaning the rest of the dirt and grime from your face and arms. It looked like the worst was your forehead, save for a couple of bruises that were starting to form. After cleaning everything up he grabbed a chair, pulling it next to the bed. He sat there throughout the night, watching over you.

Pain was the first thing I felt as I slowly came too. That, and something warm resting against my arm and on my hand. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking away the blurriness as I looked around, my eyes widening slightly when I saw the wall of pictures above me. I turned my head to the side, softly grinning when I saw Peter, his hand collapsed over mine, his head laying on the bed next to my arm as he snored. I managed to wiggle my hand free from his, moving it towards his hair, running my fingers through it.

“Wake up sleepy head.”

Peter groaned, shaking his head.

“Wakey wakey.”

I pulled slightly on his hair, causing him to lift his head, looking over at me.

“No.”

He laid back down before he jerked, my hand falling to the bed as he sat up, his eyes wide.

“Oh my god, bug!”

He jumped up, leaning down and giving me a hug before he leaned down, looking me over.

“Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

He shook his head as he stood, turning and pacing his room, yanking at his hair.

“I should’ve just taken you to the hospital. Why didn’t I take her to the hospital?”

 I slowly sat up, wincing as I looked over at Peter.

“Peter.”

He continued to pace, mumbling as he shook his head.

“Peter!”

I huffed, slightly shaking my head as I yelled his name, causing him to stop pacing, looking over at me, his head tilted to the side.

“I’m fine. I don’t need to go to the hospital.”

He nodded slightly as he walked towards me, grabbing the chair and moving it in front of me, sitting down in it as he took my hands in his, running his thumb over my knuckles.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

He scooted closer to me, tilting his head to the side as he grinned.

“I’ve missed you.”

I took a deep breath, flashes of that day of him and Gwen appearing as I looked down at him.

“How’s Gwen?”

Peter made a face, slightly shaking his head.

“Gwen? Uh she’s fine I guess. Haven’t seen her in awhile but-”

I nodded, looking down at our hands.

“Good, that’s good.”

Peter huffed slightly as he let one of my hands go, reaching up and cupping my face, gently forcing me to look at him.

“Where’ve you been, bug?”

“Here. I’ve been right here.”

Peter shook his head, clenching his jaw.

“No, you haven’t. You haven’t been here for over a month.”

Tears blurred my vision as I shook my head, glaring at him.

“Yeah well I wonder why that is? Where have you been, huh?!”

Peter jumped up, slightly glaring at me.

“Sitting outside your window every night trying to get you to talk to me!”

“You left first!”

Peter shook his head, muttering my name as I stood up.

“You left! Sixteen years of promises and you broke it!”

I walked towards him, poking my finger into his chest repeatedly, hard.

“You promised you’d be there and you weren’t! I called you every fifteen minutes! I thought you were lying in a ditch somewhere bleeding out!”

I sniffled, tears streaming down my face as I shook my head.

“But instead you were with her! With her at our cafe! You left me, for her.”

Peter made a soft noise, shaking his head as he grabbed my arms, pulling me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me.

“Oh bug, no, no.”

I shook my head as I held onto the back of his shirt, sniffling.

“It was an important night and I couldn’t even share it with you. I couldn’t even tell you that the gallery’s mine now.”

Peter leaned back, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at me.

“What? Bug that’s amazing!”

I nodded, sniffling as Peter’s hands came up to my face, wiping my tears.

“I am so, so sorry that I wasn’t there. I- I had the days mixed up, honestly. And I had ran into her at the cafe and we got to talking and I lost track of time.”

“I called you. I left you messages.”

“I left my phone here. And you know me, I hate phone calls.”

“But you always picked up for me.”

“I’m sorry, bug. Truly.”

I shook my head, taking a deep breath as I looked down at the floor.

“I don’t forgive you.”

Peter nodded, slightly grimacing as pulled me back into his chest.

“I know, bug. But I’ll do whatever it takes until you do.”

Walking out of the back office, I looked up when I heard the bell ding, smiling when I saw Peter.

“Hey.”

He grinned as he walked towards me, leaning down and kissing my forehead as he wrapped his arm around me.

“Hey you.”

“What are you doing here?”

“What? I can’t come and see my girl in her natural habitat?”

I shook my head, looking down at the floor as my face warmed, huffing slightly.

“Shut up, Parker. I’m not your girl.”

Peter gasped, placing his hand on his chest.

“Not my girl? Bug you’ve been my girl since the first grade when you kicked the ball at Flash’s head because he pushed me down.”

“He was an ass.”

I tilted my head to the side, biting my lip.

“Kinda still is, but not as much as he was.”

Peter laughed, shaking his head.

“So see, you’re my girl.”

I huffed, murmuring.

“I wasn’t that night.”

Peter slightly made a face, muttering my name. I shook my head, looking over at him.

“Sorry, sorry I’m over it. I swear. I’ve already forgiven you.”

“It’s okay if you haven’t, bug.”

“I forgave you the night you came and sat on my balcony. I think- I think I forgave you before that though.”

I shook my head, grabbing his hand, pulling him behind me.

“Come on.”

I dragged him to the back, flicking the light on, letting Peter’s hand go. Peter's never been in this room, though every time he passes it, he’d ask about the curtain that covered the back half of the room.

“Bug?”

I lifted my finger towards him as I walked towards the wall, grabbing the hook keeping the curtain closed, holding it as I walked towards the other end of the room, pulling the curtain with me. I turned towards Peter, wringing my hands together.

“This was my exhibit, for that night.”

I watched as Peter walked forward, looking between the paintings.

“Bug, this is-”

“You’ve been a major person in my life. In some way or another, you’re in my drawings too. But these, they were more important. It was my first showing, and a part of me wanted others to see how much I loved you, and my art, even if it was subtle.”

Peter looked at the paintings one by one, slowly making his way over to where I stood, placing his hands on my hips, pulling me to him and leaning down, kissing me, causing me to gasp as he leaned back.

“I love them, bug.”

He grinned, tilting his head to the side.

“Almost as much as I love you.”

 I shook my head, my eyes wide as I looked up at him.

“You just kissed me.”

Peter grinned, nodding.

“You said you loved me.”

I made a face, tilting my head to the side.

“Uh, no, no I didn’t.”

Peter grinned, slightly tightening his grip on me.

“Yes you did. You said you wanted others to see how much you loved me.”

“Yeah, but I always say I love you.”

Peter shook his head, smirking as he leaned down so our noses touched, looking into my eyes.

“Uh uh, bug, we’re not doing that. I love you.”

Peter stood up to his full height as he pushed me back, causing me to gasp when I hit the wall.

“I’ve loved you since the first grade. But you were my best friend, my only friend, and I didn’t want to ruin that. But screw it, I’m ruining it. Because you’re it. It’s you bug. It’s been you and it will always be you. You’re it. You’re it and I’m done running from my feelings for you.”

He shook his head, slightly huffing.

“When I saw you the day of Rhino’s attack, I got distracted. I saw you and I froze. And because of that split second, you got injured. I was so scared. I couldn’t think straight. I don’t even remember fighting Rhino, I was so angry. And when I took you home, you weren’t responding. I kept thinking the worst, knowing that it’d be my fault.

“That’s how I feel every time you go out. Because there’s nothing I can do if you get hurt, or worse.”

“Bug, that night was the worst night of my life, right up there with those nights of you avoiding me.”

I grinned, shaking my head as I placed my hand on his chest.

“You deserved it.”

Peter grinned, nodding.

“I did.”

I moved my other hand up his back, stopping at his neck, playing with his hair. I pulled him down to me, leaning up and pressing my lips to his.

“I love you too.”

Peter grinned, stepping closer to me.

“Really?”

I tilted my head to the side, slightly huffing.

“Did the whole, practically a love confession of paintings not prove it? Cause I can-”

Peter cut me off, kissing me.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Peter grinned, slightly shaking his head.

“I finally got the girl of my dreams.”

He tilted his head to the side, slightly nodding.

“You know, I loved you first.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“Sure you did, lover boy.”

“I did!”

I shook my head, grinning.

“Now why would you think that?”

“Cause I- well I did!”

“Why do you think I kicked the ball at Flash’s head?”

I leaned closer to him, giving him a quick kiss.

“So I think, technically, that means I loved you first.”

“I’ll give it to you.”

“Oh, really now?”

Peter grinned, nodding.

“Yeah, cause I get to say that I said I love you first.”

I laughed as I slightly pushed him back, stepping away from him.

“Actually, I said it first. So everyone else could see how much I loved you.”

Peter’s hands fell to his sides as he gasped, causing me to laugh as I walked towards the door. I gasped when he slammed into me, wrapping his arms around me, burying his head into my shoulder.

“Fine. You said I love you first. But I swear, I’m going to get a first.”

I grinned, turning in his arms, pushing his hair back out of his face as I nodded.

“Yeah? And what would that be?”

Peter grinned, leaning down as he kissed me.

“You’ll see, bug.”

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xiao modern au profile

characters: xiao

requested by: myself lol

a/n: this is xiao’s character profile (and voicelines) for my modern au. eventually I'll make a masterlist which will include contextual information about the au too. I might write a full fic at some point, but for now I just have these notes, so I hope you enjoy them! side note: in this scenario the reader (or whoever you want xiao to refer to) is a junior who transferred in the beginning of the school year.

warnings: not fully proofread! parental issues, implied trauma, sleeping issues, smoking mention, cursing, me struggling to write xiao realistically, bad references

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Name: Xiao

Birthday: 17-04-20XX

Description: Xiao is an 18-year-old senior at Barbatos High with a major case of senioritis. He prefers spending time alone or with his closest friends, away from crowds. You’ll often find him in the arts classroom when it’s not in use. He lives with his older brother Zhongli and younger sister Qiqi, whom he has a soft spot for, near the suburbs. 

Likes: SYML, black coffee, vanitas, almond tofu, gaming, teal, lantern rite, his motorcycle, pop’s tea & shaved ice.

Dislikes: math, hard candy, too many colours, crowds, senioritis, childe.

Relationships:

Zhongli ✦✦✦✦✦

Qiqi ✦✦✦✦✦

Venti ✦✦✦✦✦

Baizhu ✦✦✦✦✧

Aether ✦✦✦✦✧

Albedo ✦✦✦✦✧

Lumine ✦✦✦✧✧

Ganyu ✦✦✦✧✧

Childe ✦✧✧✧✧

Voicelines

Friendship level 0

About Qiqi; My lunch? Oh, it was made by my sister, Qiqi. She likes to cook, though her methods can be odd… I don’t think she has really understood the concept of complementing tastes. Throw it out? No, why would I do that? It tastes fine… Why are you smiling at me like that? Quit it!

About Zhongli; I’ll spare you the awkward part. Zhongli is my brother, we don’t see our parents. He’s a professor at the university of Liyue, so you might’ve heard of him before. He’s quite popular in the academic community. I’ll tell you now though, he has the worst dad humor, ever. Like, Erwin Smith from a Slap on Titan level of bad humor. Not even Venti finds it funny… Don’t tell him I said that though, we all laugh at his jokes anyway.

About school; I highly doubt that you haven’t noticed how done I am with this place. I’ll miss the school itself and my friends, but I’m ready to get it over with. I’m excited to be able to draw or read without it being academic. Venti and Albedo keep calling me the CEO of senioritis… I see that look on your face. Don’t you dare.

About hobbies; I don’t do a lot… I guess my most exciting hobby would be my motorcycle. I’m no mechanic, but I know how to maintain it. I like to draw and play videogames too. Which games? Oh, just random ones. Nothing special.

About Venti; You know, people usually ask Venti about me, not the other way around. No, I don't mind, I'm just…surprised? Anyway, he's actually one of the oldest in my class, though he looks a lot younger. Best friend? I mean… sure, I guess you could call him that. We do spend most of our time together. He can be a pain sometimes though.

About Albedo; Yes, Albedo and I are friends. Why is that so surprising? We’ve been in the same advanced art class for years now. He’s actually a really good friend of mine. You didn’t know I liked art that much? Well, I do, and I’d say I’m decent at it. Don’t look at my backpack like that, my sketchbook is in the classroom. Wait, where are you going?

About food; My favorite food? Almond tofu, but vanilla ice cream is pretty good too… There was this one place I went to that had really good shaved ice. Hm? Yeah, I guess I do prefer sweets more… Is that weird? You sound surprised.

Friendship level 2

About crushes; Why are you asking me about… nevermind. No, I don’t ‘fancy’ anyone. What kind of question is that?

About sleep; I noticed you looking at me all worried and shit… I’m fine. I don’t need a lot of sleep to get through the day. The bags under my eyes are genetic, they don’t really go away. No, I’m not lying.

Friendship level 4

About gaming; Venti told you about my what?! Streaming? Why would he… he knows I don’t want people to know about it… just ignore it- why are you laughing? Hey, he’s never done this before, of course I’m freaking out- oh. He never told you? You just…figured it out? Not a word about this to anyone. Also, give me your username, I’m blocking you right now. No, I’m serious! Hey, stop laughing!

Xiao’s troubles; Oh, so you noticed I wasn’t in for the first period? Before you ask, no I wasn’t skipping, I just had a doctor's appointment. My back pain has been acting up again. It’s nothing major, I’m just a dumbass with shitty posture. Can’t say that the amount of crap I carry in my backpack helps either.

About Childe; Hm? The ginger dude? Ignore him, he’s just a random guy who went to one of Zhongli’s lectures and decided to become the real life equivalent of Navi from Legend of Zelda, just ten times more annoying. I swear it’s like he’s obsessed with my brother or something… no shit I don’t like him, how’d you guess?

Friendship level 6

About motorcycles; We’re off at the same time today, right? Meet me by the school entrance. No reason, I just wanted to…hang out with you. And I finally fixed up my bike, so if you wanted to we could go for a ride, I have a spare helmet… only if you want to though, I-I know some people don’t enjoy bikes, so don’t worry too much about it- you want to? Oh, okay, that’s great, awesome, see you then.

Protective; You okay? Were they bothering you? You’re a really shitty liar, you know… but fine, I’ll leave it for now. Come on. Hm? I’m taking you to that shitty cafe you like so much…no, it’s on me. Stop with the dramatics, money isn’t an issue. Besides, you’ve clearly had a shit day. Oh, and Qiqi’s asking when you’re visiting next, seems like today is perfect for that…and the next time someone bothers you, don’t hesitate to call me.

About Kunikuzushi; Hm? Ask away... oh, you overheard a conversation about...Scara? Ignore it. They’re stupid rumors. He’s coming back from a private boarding school soon, so people have really amped it up. Don’t listen to them unless you want to lose braincells by the second. I, well, I guess by Scara’s standards I am a close friend. We mostly just text and smoke together at parties whenever he’s actually here.

Friendship level 8

About Parents; Don’t…don’t feel bad for asking about my parents. Some people have been much less considerate about it. Short version is, Zhongli is our half brother. He got lucky, his dad was a decent guy, but Qiqi and I have never really had contact with our dad, and our mom has…issues. She kept in contact with Zhongli’s dad for the money. Needless to say, he got custody of Zhongli as soon as possible. It’s uh, it’s a long story, but Zhongli is the primary caretaker of Qiqi and I now, and it’s hopefully going to stay that way. His dad? He’s quite a bit older than our father, he didn’t really step up to take care of us, but I don’t blame him. We were essentially strangers. He tries though. Don’t feel bad for us, Zhongli is really a great brother.

About gaming II; About that… Sorry for overreacting last time you asked about it. I’m not really scared of other people judging me, but I like to fly under the radar at school, so if it gets out that I have a following of sorts, that might change.

About sleep II; I told you not to worry about that. I know, you can’t really help it, but I’m fine. Don’t tell anyone, but Baizhu prescribed me some new medication for it, so I won’t have to wait for my doctors to get their shit together. Hopefully it’ll help…Hey, don’t look so sad. I’m used to it. Besides, it’s been getting a lot better recently…uhh, no, I don’t know why…

Xiao’s troubles; I really don’t like my mom, but part of me wishes that Qiqi would at least get to have a motherly figure. She never talks about life before Zhongli took us in, and I’m scared to bring it up…I still have some good memories of our mom, but I highly doubt Qiqi does. If she even remembers her in the first place. Her memory is abnormally bad for a child, even Baizhu worries about it.

About Baizhu; Baizhu? Oh right, I’ve been mentioning him this entire time without explaining who he is... sorry about that. He’s a doctor, though he’s also worked with universities, which is how we know him. He’s kind of like a second parent. Honestly... Venti and I are convinced he and Zhongli had something going on in the past and never really got over it, it’s kind of sad. I can’t get a word out about it from either of them.

About us; Hey, (name)? I’m here for you if you need anything, remember? No, there’s no particular reason I’m reminding you…I just feel like I don’t say it enough. No, my face is NOT red, shut the hell up!

Friendship level 10

Chats in late spring; Schools over soon… It feels weird. You’ve been here for a while too, now. It’s cliche, but somehow it feels like no time has passed at all since I got to know you. I guess that’s what happens when you ‘click’ with people…I know it’s still a month away, but let’s stay in contact when I graduate, yeah? My siblings would be sad if you stopped coming around… and I guess I would be sad too.

Xiao’s troubles II; Ah, so you noticed? Don’t worry about me, it’s just one of those days…actually, I’d like to…talk about it, I guess. Today is my mom’s birthday. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t miss her, well I miss the good times, but not her. Honestly it’s best if she stays away. But I guess I can’t really stop thinking about her, since I associate today with her... Venti always offers to hang out to distract me, but I usually just drive somewhere by myself. I’m not sad though. Well, maybe I am. Sorry. I never talk about this with anyone... you’re right, one time has to be the first. Shaved ice?..sure, that actually sounds pretty good right now.

[its-monster-mash]

Marko(Lost Boys) X Frog!Reader Imagines

Gender Neutral Reader

Content Warnings: gun, near death, brief mention of weed

• You spent most of your life on the East Coast, but you had a lot of family out west, including your beloved Grandfather. So when he passed, you dropped everything to attend the funeral

• You didn’t even recognize Edgar and Alan when you showed up at the trailer with your bag; last time you saw them Ed was just learning his first words(“Bullshit”, thanks Uncle Frog), and Al couldn’t even walk yet. Now here they are, a couple of Angsty sullen teenagers

• “You guys used to be so cute, what happened?” “We grew up.” “Oh please, what are you, 12?”

• You decided to stay for a while, help out with the comic book store while your Uncle deals with the legal stuff about your grandfather’s death. Dying sure was a pain in the ass, you guessed

• All things considered, you liked the work. You were a huge comic fan, and the store was slow enough that you had plenty of time to spend working on your own art. You hoped maybe you’d have your own comic some day, if only you could stick to one idea...

• In fact, you were so focused on your art that you forgot to lock up after closing time; so you were more than a little bit started when someone tossed a comic on your desk

• You look up to see a curly-headed blond man, with one of the most beautiful faces you had ever seen, and you can’t help but blush, he smiles at this. “New in town? I think I’d remember seeing you.”

• You notice his friends snicker as they mill around the store. So he IS flirting with you...this does nothing to help your blushing

• You try to collect yourself, ringing up his comic book as you explain your situation; about your grandfather, and how you’re staying with your uncle for a while...how you accidentally kept the shop open way late

• He seems infinitely more interested once he hears that you’re an artist, and absolutely wants to see your work. In fact, he doesn’t even wait for you to respond. “Is that your sketchbook?” Is all the warning you have before he’s snatching it off of your desk and flipping through it

• His jaw all but drops as he appreciates your work. “This is so sick!” Suddenly he’s pushing the sketchbook back to you. “Can you draw me?”

• Normally, you hate that question as much as any other artist, but you’d been dying to draw him since you saw his face, so you absolutely take him up on that

• It doesn’t take you very long to sketch him, and the second you’re finished he snatches it out of your hands, staring at it like he hasn’t seen himself in years

• While he’s busy being in awe, you snatch the sketchbook back from him, much to his surprise, and you hold up a finger to tell him to wait while you scratch your phone number onto the page. You hope he can read your terrible writing

• You tear the page out of the sketchbook, handing it to him. “Here, my phone number...you could call it sometime...if you want to.”

• Your heart flutters when he smiles, and you think you might die when his fingers brush yours when he takes the page. “I want to.”

• His spikyheaded friend nods at him, signaling it’s time for them to leave. “Name’s Marko, I’ll call you!”

• After a couple of late night phone calls, you never leave the shop open late again; Marko never failing to pick you up just after the sun goes down. You tease him about never seeing him in the daylight, like he’s one of those vampires from your cousins’ favorite comic

• “I’ve never seen you in the daylight either.” “Fair enough.”

• Unfortunately, your cousins overhear this little talk just outside of the shop; and one very early morning you notice them sneaking out of the house...you follow of course, you are the adult after all

• Following at a distance, you watch them climb into an old cave...very clearly labeled “Stay Out”. You wonder if maybe they go down there to get stoned with their friends or something...they have friends right? You consider leaving them be...but decide it would be so much funnier to bust them

• Except it isn’t funny at all. By the time you get down there, you hear your cousins’ screams. You frantically follow the sound, and much to your surprise you find Marko, his face distorted monsterously, ready to tear Edgar’s throat out

• You hardly even notice his friends, making a daring slide to pick up the stake Ed had dropped, and grabbing onto Marko. You aren’t strong enough to pry his grip off of your cousin, but the shock of seeing you here causes him to let go anyway. Ed scrambles to Al’s side, terrified under the gaze of the other vampires

• You press the point of the stake to Marko’s chest, and he looks at you with the most devastated expression. “Touch my cousins and he fucking dies.”

• Contempt and fear plays across the faces of the other vampires, guys you thought had become your friends since you started dating Marko; they didn’t know if you could kill him, but they didn’t want to take that chance. David nods for them to part so your cousins can start climbing out of the cave

• Marko...Marko looks at you with his golden eyes full of sorrow and anguish. Seeing him now for the monster he is, you know that the only reason you’re still alive is because he doesn’t want to kill you. You have a stake pressed to his chest, but you both know he could tear your throat out before you ever got the chance to use it

• “(Y/N), please, I-”

• As soon as your cousins reach the safety of daylight, you toss the stake violently to the floor, glaring into Marko’s eyes. You don’t even spare him a final word before you turn and walk away

• Every night, the phone rings; your Uncle doesn’t even bother to tell you anymore, just hanging up the second he hears Marko’s voice. If he knew the truth about what happened that night he’d be terrified, but as it stands he just thinks you had a nasty breakup; and you’re grown...so it’s not his business

• You hate yourself for it, but you miss him...you want to blame it on his Vampiric Charm, but you know in your heart that he never had to manipulate your feelings...they were real

• One night, you just can’t stand lying awake staring at the ceiling anymore. At damn near 3am, you leave quietly so not to awaken your family, and take off for your grandpa’s old shooting range

• Perhaps it was unwise to take yourself to a secluded area so far from any civilization in the dead of night, but you don’t care anymore. You load your grandfather’s old shotgun, the one he taught you to hunt with, and fire at the target

• Eventually, you hear a lone dirtbike pull up the long road behind you; you don’t even turn to look at him. “It’s four AM Marko, what are you doing here?” You fire at the target in the distance

• He walks up behind you, watching you lazily reload. “I could ask you the same thing.”

• “S’my grandpa’s range. I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d get in some target practice.” *Ting* “You know that’s no good against Vampires, right?” “It’s not for vampires.”

• He can’t help but be frustrated with you; how could you just come out into the open like this? In the middle of the night? Were you stupid or suicidal?

• You don’t need to read minds to know what he’s thinking. He opens his mouth to speak and you cut him off. “If you wanted me dead, I never would have left that cave.”

• “So why didn’t you do it? You know what I am now, so why didn’t you drive that stake through my heart?” “Even if I could have stabbed you faster than you could have killed me, your brothers would have torn me to pieces.”

• “My brothers aren’t here now.”

• You finally turn to look at him, tears welling in your eyes at the sight of him. Your heart tenses at the sight of the sun threatening to rise on the horizon. “If you don’t leave now, I won’t even have to kill you.”

• “No (Y/N).” You can see the tears in his eyes as he shifts into his monstrous form. “No, if you really want me dead, you’re gonna see it.”

• You’re confused at first, until you see the smoke beginning to rise as the first rays of morning light threaten him. “Marko, what are you doing?”

• He lets out an agonized hiss as his skin begins to singe. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

• Tears well in your eyes as you run to him, throwing your jacket over him in an attempt to shield him from the sun. “Knock it off!” You practically drag him into the old gun shack

• He collapses to the floor once you get him inside, too weak to stand. “If I’m gonna die, I want it to be you.” He sounds so raspy and exhausted

• You shake your head, tossing an old blanket over him. “Well too bad. You’re not dying on me today.”