#doddle fake

[happymaskface]

Classify as comic? I have no idea.

It's the first time I've drawn Ena and it's the first time I've painted in this way (what a laziness to do something well)

character of: @eechytooru

I based it on that Ena knows her value👍 that puppet doesn't have

[magical-sweet-kitty]

Captain Curly.

Uh I actually have never watched a full Mouthwashing gameplay, I might watch one tomorrow, it seems like an interesting game (and my friend likes it a lot so this drawing is actually for her XD, I already showed her a few minutes ago)

I haven't drawn a skinless person before, I didn't know how to do it but I tried

[roseburning]

I've been thinking about those soulmate AUs where whatever happens to your skin translate's to your soulmates, so when you get hurt, they get hurt as well. Those can be really cute with other ships when one doddles on their skin, or if one works as vet and has weird scratches.

But Cherik. Fuck, Cherik.

Kurt beating Charles up and Erik thinking that the bruises he doesn't remember is just Shaw experimenting on him while unconscious. That's just the tip of the iceberg.

One random morning when Charles is a kid, he feels this excruciating pain and numbers appear on forearm. From that point beyond it's just downhill, everyday he screams like it's torture, because, well, it is.

It gets to a point where even his negligent mother can't ignore and takes him to a hospital, he gets tested for every single type of chronic pain possible, but it all turns negative, so they think he's faking it/ it's psychological. But his shitty family still doesn't want to deal with that, so they lock him up in the hospital, so the doctors can "treat him" and "ease the pain", however nothing works — because the it's not Charles', it's Erik's.

At this point some might suspect it's soulmate induced, but what kind of person would be torture this much for so long?

Raven is the only one who keeps visiting, disguised as a nurse or a doctor, she's the only one who believes him. Until the late 1940s, when the pain stops. Erik is free from the camps. Charles is discharged from the hospital.

It's not until some years later, the world learns the the horrors the Nazis were doing, and my god the tattoo — that's when Charles understands what kind of person his soulmate is. He never cried so hard as that night. Raven hugs him, saying that his soulmate has to have survived, or else he'd be dead too, right? Right?

They want to search for his soulmate, but all they have is the numbers (and they'd assume it's a girl because of period typical homophobia). Besides, if they're soulmates, the universe is going to put them together, right?

And then Charles saves a random man who was going to drown trying to throw a submarine at a Nazi yacht. Their minds touch, and it's like they've known each other their wholes lives, it's beautiful.

Charles shows him his numbers and Erik shows his, and they match — because of they do — and my god, IT'S YOU!!

Erik didn't even thought he had a soulmate, thought he was doomed to be alone, but Charles is cheering and hugging him because IT'S YOU WHO I'VE BEEN IN HELL FOR! oh my god you've been through hell OH MY GOD WE'VE BEEN THROUGH HELL!

Raven is crying in the background because she has a new brother-in-law. Erik is a bit confused in the beginning, but as soon as he realizes Charles has suffered in Shaw's hands as much as he did, he hugs him to never let go. He cries variations of ‘I'm sorry’, but Charles reassures him it was never his fault.

And they go hunt Shaw together, holding hands. And Charles doesn't protest when Erik wants to kill him with the coin. He endures holding Shaw still while Erik gets his closure, he endured so much for Erik, it's just one more thing, once and for all. It's revenge for us both.

There's no beach divorce.

They live happily ever after.

[imtrashcanstarz]

C2BC doddles and fake fake candles from lwl

I finally post in here gosh I was so inactive Lol just joking but might post my edits in here too!

[sunniemightdraw]

DODDLES!!! from when i went camping/ when i visited my cousins, sorry the pictures are bad i dont care to take new ones

Yippeemon (Tbh but as a digimon)

then some undertale enemies mewing

cringe oc insert

Sonic: why do you have a child now??

Shadow: i just love latinas sonic

Spice: *vaguely latina* *drinking hortchata(?) (please dont burn me at the stake for not knowing how to spell that)

ENA! bc the voic3 for the meme sounded like her yellow

alittle drawing sesh with my little cousin, She likes Gwen stacy alot so we drew her (sorry i dont have her magnificent little kid drawings)

and i drew zim independently. To which i found out my little cousin HAS/ IS WATCHING INVADER ZIM.

... I HAVENT EVEN WATCHED IT YET

whatever

half of sonic 06 in stupid doodles that i didnt finish coloring cus we were going home.

The only music i had during this no internet trip was from an app called OST tale. It had the song "In My Way" so i drew what i thought matched.. AND I COOKED.

also the mini doodle says

"* you think this is to much dust"

"*your right" (bc its fake dust for the shot there doing)

OCS!!!!!! Mint, Flower, & Bouquet are mine. Lemoreo is a frends

FRESH SANS!!!!!! THE BEST DRAWING I HAVE EVER DONE OF HIM!!! (credit to crayon queen obviously~)

[shinning-whammy]

Fake Hero Au

I got these doddles so finally I could give color and now looks amazing also know the other op character for this Au.

Nuty and no, he no have a hero form but he is incredibly strong like one.

you can see more about my art on my other social media

patreon - Deviantart - youtube -instagram - twitter - kofi

[personallysunny]

id say as payback Dream just doddles with Killer, but I think Killer would just be teasing and poking fun at Dream all the time.... It would make sense tho if he did :3

Killers fake tail starts wagging

And then he bullies cross bc he stole his boyfriend privileges

[roosterscockpit]

Their First Halloween All Together | H.C |

This is within the same universe as my story 🥹❤️

Please let me know if you received/did not receive the notification that you’ve been tagged, thanks besties! 

click here to see the master list

Happy Halloween! Be safe! Check your candy, babes!! 🎃🫶🏼🍭

Bradley wakes up super early to go to the store to get a bunch of spooky decorations for the inside of the house.

Makes Leia and you a spooky basket full of everything you both love.

Decorates the kitchen area with skeletons, ghosts, spiders/spiderwebs, strings bat fairy lights all over and sets up all the Halloween activities.

Plays Nightmare Before Christmas as background noise. 

Cuts up a white bed sheet and drapes it over himself.

Runs into his sleeping daughter’s room and dumps a bucket of candy on her to wake her up

Jumps on her bed in his ghost costume until she wakes up. 

Cuts a white pillow cover for her to wear.

They stand in front of your door and look at each other. They nod in unison and Bradley swings the door open. They run into your room and scare the shit out of you. 

Makes both of you jack-o-lantern pancakes in the morning. 

Carves pumpkins with Leia. Bradley carves a ghost with aviators with a sick mustache. You help Leia and she carves a scary face with a mustache and names it spooky doddle-doo.

Bradley gives you your spooky basket. It has skeleton-printed socks, a Starbucks card, a squishy stress ball in the shape of a pumpkin, a cute pumpkin-headed teddy bear, a pumpkin cake pop, a pumpkin spice-scented candle, a wine glass that says, “I need more boos” and your favorite candy, a KitKat. But the king size with 16 pieces.

He gives Leia hers. It has cute jack-o-lantern spooky slides, a shirt that says “Creep it Real” with a skateboarding ghost, black and green striped socks, a pumpkin cake pop, an Oogie Boogie plushie, squishy toys in the shape of a skeleton head, a cat head, and a pumpkin, Halloween themed hair bows, and a bunch of different candies. 

Bradley runs to his bronco for another surprise. He comes in with matching pajamas for the three of you. They are mummy themed. Your’s says “Mummy”. Bradley’s says, “Dadcula.” Leia’s says, “Lil’ Monster.” 

You and Bradley decorate cookies with Leia. Leia makes a zombie pilot and says it looks like her papa Mav.

You all make cupcakes together. Bradley and Leia team up and throw flour at you. After you are done making them, Bradley feeds you one and smashes it into your face. Leia licks the icing off of your nose.

Bradley helps Leia dress into her costume. He adds the finishing touches and kisses her nose. “You look good, baby girl.” He steps back and admires his masterpiece, “Really good.” They nod in unison.

You dressed up as a vampire.

Bradley comes out into the living room wearing his flight suit. You admire how hot he looks.

“And I present to you… Mini Rooster!” He throws his hands to the side of him and out emerges Leia in a small version of Bradley’s flight suit. She’s wearing a fake mustache and a pair of Bradley’s aviators. 

Leia sings danger zone while you and Bradley die of laughter.

You and Bradley load the car with sleeping bags and the new pajamas Bradley got you all.

You and Bradley bring Leia to Penny’s house for her first house to get candy. Mav and Penny open the door and laugh hysterically. 

Mav wants to fit in so he goes and throws his flight suit on too. The three of them stand together to take pictures.

You and Penny die internally of a cuteness overload.

Leia finishes trick-or-treating and comes back with a Star Wars pillowcase full of treats. 

Bradley checks her candy and eats at least a quarter of it as he “checks.”

You all go to Mav's hangar for a Halloween party. 

You and Bradley bring out all the sweets you three made at home. Everyone goes after them.

The squad sees Leia and dies of laughter. They think it's the cutest thing ever. They all take turns taking pictures with her in Mav's P-51.

All of the dagger squad are dressed up as scary monsters for the haunted house Mav created for Leia and the other kids. 

Leia is the only kid not scared through the whole house. 

She says hi and gives hugs to all the dagger squad while she goes through. All of the other kids hide behind her.

When they reach the end, Mav opens the curtain to let them out.

Leia screams bloody murder. Mav is confused.

“Sorry Papa, you’re the scariest monster here.”

The squad members come out of their hiding spots and laugh at Mav.

Mav is just in his regular old flight suit.

Mav has a Halloween Party playlist playing and everyone is dancing. 

Thriller comes on and everyone dances. Bradley and Hangman lead the group. 

Leia shares her candy with everyone’s kids. 

Mav set up a bunch of games for the kids. The favorite one being ghost bowling. Rolling a pumpkin at a bunch of toilet paper rolls with ghost faces drawn on them.

Another being pin the spider on the web. 

The adults had a pumpkin carving contest. All the couples were pairs for teams. 

The winners were Cyclone and Davina ( @cycbaby​ ) for their drunk pumpkin throwing up. 

They won a Halloween-themed bath box. It had various bath bombs in the shape of a pumpkin, ghost, and skeleton. 

Cyclone gave Davina a devious look when they opened it. “We can use these later.” 

Bradley overheard and yelled, “Baby Typhoon underway!” Everyone joined in.

Cyclone winked over at Davina, “Halloween means spooky sex.”

Penny brought batches of Jell-O shots for a game of trick-or-treat shots. A bunch of Jell-O shots with 1 that actually had alcohol.

Whoever would get the one with alcohol had to get a pie pan of whipped cream to their face. 

Hangman and Bob were the unlucky ones. 

There was a spooky Photo Booth. Everyone crammed into it and took pictures.

Mav had a scrapbook outside the booth for everyone to glue a copy of their pictures and write something.

You, Bradley, and Leia took a picture and put it in Mav’s book. You were biting Bradley’s neck as Leia was mimicking a scream. 

Bradley wrote, “A pain in my neck.”

After the party, everyone changes from their costumes into Halloween-themed Pjs and set up their sleeping bags all around Mav’s hangar.

Mav pulls out the projector.

You, Bradley, and Leia change into your matching pajamas.

You all watch Halloween movies for the rest of the night. 

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[the-stove-is-divorced]

fics + fanart list :]

Hi!! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ I’m shipwreckblues on ao3! Call me Sailing Ships, the one who doesn’t like shipping, ironic I know, ha! Or, Divorced! ♡ Anyways, I wanted a place to put down some of my fics/writing in one place AND make sure to show off the fanart I get for my fics!!! It’s the coolest thing in the world, and if you have, thank you so much!   (´꒳`)♡♡♡

Fics and fanart under the cut! (Not all my fics, ‘cause that’s a lot to list, but all the fanart is there! Tysm again!)

BEN 10

Metamorphosis - attempted comedy where the omnitrix gets sentience! - ONGOING

Fanart for Metamorphosis!!!  by mabbbish! Plz check it out it’s so lovely! 

More Fanart for Metamorphosis!!! by unorthodoxica! PLZ check it out it’s SO good! 

Fanart for Metamorphosis!!! :D by amar-art! Check it out it’s absolutely adorable

Fanart for Metamorphosis!!! :)) by greenfrogartist!! Please LOOKIE it’s incredible!

ben tennyson and the inherit antagonistic platonic relationship forged through mutual beneficial fake rivalries (enemy of my enemy of my enemy) - where Ben decides he needs an archenemy to keep bad guys off his back - COMPLETED

LMK/ LEGO MONKIE KID

how much can you fit under your skin? - angst heavy where MK’s sent back in time to s1 from the s2 finale, but with LBD stuck in his head! - COMPLETE, WITH AN EPILOGUE!

Fanart for HMCYFUYS? by hecate!!! Check it out plz it’s so good and angsty!! 

Fanart for HMCYFUYS? by celis22!!! PLZ check it out, it’s so wonderful!!! 

Fanart for HMCYFUYS? by celis22!!! DONE IT AGAIN, AND TIS WONDERFUL

Fanart for HMCYFUYS? by karlywantsand!!! PLZZZZ LOOK IT’S SO COOL!!

Fanart for HMCYFUYS? BY summer doddles !!! THE DETAILS ARE SO PERFECT IMMA SOB???

Fanart for HMCYFUYS? by scarletbrownies!!! The beautiful butterfly boy!!! LOVE THE LIGHTING OMG!

Fanart for HMCYFUYS? by falsearrow!!! Legit adorable redraws!!! LOOKIE!!!

My art showing MK’s progression in HMCUFUYS

i’ve got no time to live (and i can’t say goodbye) - oneshot exploration of Inky!MK and MK’s mentality during their battle, and probably the most epic writing I’ve written so far. 

SUF / STEVEN UNIVERSE

it feels like we only go backwards - heavy angst, canon divergent SUF retelling where Steven unfuses after the end of Prickly Pair, getting so much worse, before the halves get better!

Fanart for iflwogb by ozrbbit!!! ITS SO CUTE AND PRETTY AND PINK!!! plz go check it out!!! :D

YOUNG JUSTICE/DC

so blue, so true - AU where instead Khaji Da bonding with Jaime Reyes, they become fused instead, exploring their navigation through identity - hiatus :( !

green lantern adopts possibly homicidal alien invader for the fate of the world and is in denial about it more at 11 - basically what the title says! Hal stumbles upon Blue Beetle, and ends up mentoring the kid/trying to make sure the kid wasn’t secretly with the Reach - hiatus :( ! 

who am i without you? (yourself) - because of magic, Khaji Da suddenly gains a human body. he’s not exactly pleased about it, but it does give him opportunities he didn’t have before - ONGOING

BNHA/MY HERO ACADEMIA 

seriously, whose quirk is this?! - where Yagi gives Izuku OFA without telling him, which ends up snowballing into a feral, sleep deprived Izuku on the haunt for AFO to figure out how he’s accidentally stolen a quirk - hiatus :( ! 

INVADER ZIM

Zim and the Weirdly Affectionate Parental Units He Totally Doesn’t Care About - In which ZIm gets adopted by human verisons of the Roboparents! Fluff, Found family! - ONGOING SERIES, kinda on hiatus for the moment tho 

SPIDER-MAN

Hello Fellow Warrior - a series exploring the idea around What If Peter Parker actually kept the symbiote, and it wasn’t as malicious as series typically depict? ft. cultural differences, mother-hen! Venom, and a peter trying his best - ONGOING!

[wowieeitsisa]

I went to sleep thinking fake scenarios then I woke up deciding to doddle ship dynamics

[digitalgate02]

LightniKaiser chibi. Because of a certain movie with an Egg and a Stone remembering of them all again.

Okay, I made this as some comic relief doddle of this ship. And as you can see, it’s the Kaiser and... Daisuke? Except this Daisuke is also an alter ego.

This ship actually was supposed to be a “hate ship in which both hate each other under those costumes, as façade to fool an enemy and gain their alliance.”

The original Hinode project had Daisuke convincing Ken bring the Kaiser back, make an alliance between him and Lightnimon, and then propose an alliance with the real villain. This all was fake and they had to play a convincing betrayal to make it work. And you know Daisuke isn’t a smart boy, so of course the enemy was just rolling with it until things go south. Also he wasn’t in a good shape too, going pretty nuts...

Since I ditched this part... The entire context of Ken hating Lightni and vice-versa is lost. But hey, i get to draw evil boyfriends in a very comical way.

The ship name, LightniKaiser, is a portmanteau of [Lightni]mon and Digimon [Kaiser] 

This is not how i truly picture a relationship between them, of course. I’ve explained previously how i see my favorite ships before. But LightniKaiser is supposed to be fun and stupid, so most of their reactions are exaggerated.

Ah, there is a serious version of them, but more dramatic as ever and as a complete AU -- in the chapters 6-9 of @digimonadventuretimelines​ story.

[bansheeoftheforest]

Griffin, holding up his cat like a doll: Heartbreaking; Local cat has never been fed in their entire life, says local cat.

Ito: Sources close to cat claim cat may have actually been fed between four to six hours ago. These claims are still under investigation.

Archer: Breaking news: Cat was fed 20 minutes ago by the last person to walk into the kitchen. Cat claims fake mews.

Bird: We now have exclusive footage shot by our News reporter that confirms that there is literally still food in the cat's bowl right now. Extra sources now show live from the studio that none other but Mr. Doddle himself is currently feeding the cat in this very moment.

[nananarc]

fuck people who try to gatekeep the term "artist"

"Eh, your art is shit and you call yourself an artist?"

"Anime is not art."

"Only the masters in the Renaissances are the true artists, everyone else's art is just trash."

"I have 50 years in the art industry. You are only an attention seeking teenager smashing keyboard in the internet, and you claim to be an artist?"

Fuck all of that.

Artists are:

People who have only just started out drawing? Artist.

People who only occasionally do something crafty as a hobby? Artist.

People who are not very good at their crafts but do it anyway because they feel good about it? Artist.

People who can only draw stick figures but they are happy as shit about it? Artist.

Toddlers scribbling nonsensical shits on the wall with their crayons? Fucking absolutely artists.

Feel free to add your own definition of "artist"

Being an artist is not like being a doctor, you don't necessarily need any proper training nor a certain level of skills to be able to practice safely without harming others.

Let people enjoy themselves. Let people do things that make their world more beautiful.

If you are triggered by a teenager self proclaiming themselves as an artist when their arts is not really good in your opinion, go drink some water or something. Eat a cake. Calm the fuck down and go do something else to enjoy your own fucking life because you have no right to ruin another person's enjoying their own lives.

If you don't like their arts, go the fuck away, no one is forcing you to look at it.

If you think you know how they can improve, and they have stated that they are open to criticism, give constructive criticism with a positive attitude. Whether or not they will learn from your opinion is their own problem.

Whether or not they are content about their art, or if they can make money out of their art, is NONE OF YOUR FUCKING CONCERN. If someone wants to buy a toddler's doddles, it's their fucking money they can do whatever they want with it.

Disclaimer 1: Fake art and money laundering in the art industry is a different subject that we are not discussing here.

Disclaimer 2: calling art an industry is such a capitalism move. art is not about money.

[merlieve]

Bloody Hell (II) | Cassie Ainsworth X Reader

PART I

Summary: After the incident with Cassie, Y/n avoided the group, until Jal comes in & tries to fix the broken bond.

Warning/s: None.

I do not allow my works to be republished on another site so please check in with me or at least give me credit!

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Days after Y/n's confession, she avoided the group for two whole weeks. When it's class time, she'll sit somewhere far away from the group. Whenever Sid tried to talk to her, she'll run in the opposite direction.

Y/n loved Cassie ever since they were 12 up to 17. She'd doddle Cassie on the edge of her notebook when she got bored. She can't help but think of Cassie. Y/n couldn't believe Cassie could do such a thing to herself! If Cassie had problems, she'll tell her best friend.

Finally, Cassie started going back to school, she would try and talk to Y/n but she always seemed to ignore her. It made Cassie a bit sad but she didn't want to go near Sid either. She misses Y/n, Jal told her about the time Y/n went to visit her but left out the part where Y/n told Sid that she loves her, knowing Y/n wanted to wait patiently to tell her.

Y/n started drawing out Cassie by memory, she wouldn't dare to mess up a drawing of a beautiful girl. Once she was about to sign her signature she got interrupted by a warm voice.

"Hello, mind if I sit here?" Y/n looked up and saw Jal.

"It's alright," said Y/n as she hid her notebook down in her backpack. "How are you, Jal?"

"I'm doing great how about you?" asked Jal.

"Everything's fine!" exclaimed Y/n with a fake smile she didn't want Jal to know how weak she was.

"C'mon, Y/n, I know you aren't, yes I heard about your outburst,"

"I'm sorry, Jal...It's just that Sid wastes his time on other girls other than the girl who loves him. There's something about Sid that I don't catch yet,"

"That is true, but Sid wanted to talk to you about that. Could you go over there with us and give it a shot?"

"I could," started Y/n as she watched Jal's eyes glimmer in hope. "But I wouldn't, that cheeky rat bastard, shouldn't even deserve Cassie anyways!"

Then Jal hit Y/n with the puppy dog eyes she knew Y/n wouldn't resist. "No, stop doing that!" Y/n said looking away as Jal came closer. "Okay, fine! I just don't want any sickness as you come closer," said Y/n, rolling her eyes at Jal.

Y/n grabbed her bag and walked towards Sid's table, not knowing her backpack was open and the small notebook slid out.

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Masterlist

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[annaraebananawriter]

Hands

First off...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SQUID!!! 

I honestly had no idea it was his birthday until last night from twitter. I was in the middle of writing this scene, in fact, and realized ‘Hey, you know what? I could probably get this done in time for it!’. Now here we are.

Secondly...This is a scene from one of my WIP’s. It will probably take place somewhere in the middle chapters, but I saw that it was a fairly out of context scene to show that it wouldn’t really matter if I showed it now as a teaser or later. 

Obviously, I chose the latter.

That said, this is set to change a bit as the WIP develops, but it’ll be nice to see what you all think of it. Hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Undertale, but specifically UTMV

Pairings: Implied Errorink, or Pre-Errorink

Characters: Error (Who belongs to CQ) and Ink (Who belongs to Comyet)

Warnings: Nothing really. Although, again, it is a scene from a wip, which means that it is not in it’s final form. Let me know!

Word Count: 2488

~oOo~

His phone buzzed on the floor beside him. Ink paused in the middle of trying to balance a pencil on his finger, which was probably a losing battle, but since when has that ever stopped him before? That’s right, never. And it never would. Setting the pencil aside, he checked his phone and read the short message.

mommy-bear

Are you coming home for supper? It’s past 5.

Ink jumped, looking outside to see that, indeed, the sun was lower in the sky and time had in fact passed. They must’ve gotten lost in the throughs of their homework, or the casual avoidance of it, for one of them. Error seems to have made some sort of headway into the work from Mx. Alex. Good for him. He’ll be able to hand it in on Monday without it bugging him in the back of his mind while he ignores that bugging and just doddles instead of doing his work like he should until the next thing he knows it’s almost midnight on Sunday and he still hasn’t gotten it done.

But honestly, who would do that? Certainty not Ink.

Error had also noticed his jump and was looking at him now. “What is it?”

“Just a text from my mom.” He answered, gathering up his things. A glance to his study buddy showed Error blinking and setting down his pencil as well in order to listen. “She was just wondering where I was. It’s after five, y’know? I said I’d be back then.”

“Oh.” Error fell silent after that.

Once his things were all accounted for (he did lose his eraser for a minute there and partially freaked out about it, which was kind of silly as he had plenty more than just this one white one, others that were far more colourful, but he didn’t have to worry for long—Error had silently placed it on the bed for him to grab, making Ink smile in gratitude), Ink walked to the bedroom door and got to the top of the stairs before he realized another pair of footsteps were following him.

Man, Error really needed to take him up on the suggestion of bells. He was too silent on his feet, just too much like a ghost for his liking. Not that he didn’t like ghosts. He just didn’t like people being silent when their walking. It made him paranoid.

Ink turned around. “You know I can just walk myself back, right? I literally live right next door.” He held up one finger. “That’s the house right beside yours.”

Error scowled, just like he always did when Ink pointed things out like that. It was also a reason why he was determined to point things like that out as often as he did, which was rather often. “Don’t be stupid. Of course I know that.”

“Then why are you following me?”

“What if I wasn’t? What if I just decided to get some food? To do that, I’d need to go to the kitchen, which is also downstairs.” He gestured to the passageway to said downstairs. “Those are the only stairs to get there.”

Ink smirked, “You have a box on the top shelf of your closet where you keep all the chocolate you bought, stole, or stole from Fell.” This statement was rewarded with a light blush of embarrassment from Error, who looked around as if to make sure his brothers didn’t overhear.

Ink was sure that they already knew though.

He also suspected that they put chocolate in the box too, as Error was sometimes surprised that there was some there when he had said he had eaten it all.

“I didn’t even say I was getting chocolate! I might be getting something else.”

“You don’t snack on anything but chocolate.” Error’s scowl deepened. “You also sort of admitted to following me” He couldn’t help but laugh when the blush on Error’s skull deepened in realization and his taller friend looked away from him. It was always interesting to see just how much it took to get to this shade of blue, with the yellow freckle-like dots just barely seen overtop. The sight made Ink want to draw it.

He wanted to draw it so badly.

Laughter dying down, Ink tilted his head and smiled at Error. “If you wanted to walk with me, you could’ve just asked.”

For some reason, Error glanced back at him and quickly looked away again, blush deepening again, the yellow becoming brighter. He also started to glitch a little bit, which would normally spark a tiny bit of worry, but he could see that the other wasn’t in any danger, so he had no reason to worry. If the glitches got worse, then he could worry.

That was…pretty much the saying for being friends with him.

‘If the glitches got worse, then you could worry.’

Error burrowed down, like he usually would if he had his scarf on. It was, presumably, back in his room. Weird. The glitch he knew never went anywhere without his scarf; at school, at home, at the café, at the park, walking, sitting, it was always on. Well, it probably came off at home. Here he was with his family, a safe, happy environment away from the judging eyes of school and the city. He could be himself here. That’s an assumption, at least, hopefully the right one. Ink didn’t know the relationship between skeleton and scarf and never asked, never would talk about it until, or if, Error brought it up. He wanted to respect his privacy, after all.

But now that he thought about it, the scarf had been coming off around him lately. It had started off small. It started with it being up to his mouth, almost as if a way to hide or be smaller than he was. That was how it was for a while. Then one morning, it was down just a bit, just under his mouth. And as the days passed and the two talked more and became friends, the scarf would be lower and lower. Down to the chin in Math. Under the chin the next day. Around his neck a week later in English class.

It was almost like earning his trust. He had earned Error’s trust, which meant that he got to see the skeleton behind the scarf. The true, unshielded one.

It was…kind of nice, to be honest.

Ink blinked, coming back to himself and realizing that Error had mumbled something.

“Sorry, what?”

Error looked back at him and sighed a little before speaking up just enough so that Ink could hear. “I said, can I…walk with you?” His arms went in front of him. Ink guessed that it was a temporary shield in place of the scarf.

He was prepared to be rejected and just walk back to his room.

Well, Ink couldn’t have that, now could he?

“Of course!” The smile on his face widened and he started down the stairs with lighter steps. It was always nice when friends offered to walk you home or something of the sort. The walk was less lonely, even if you never spoke a word.

It’s just how it was.

They talked in the small time it took to get from Error’s house to Ink’s. Well, that wasn’t really true. Ink did most of the talking, which ended up being mostly complaints about homework and school and also talk about his works in progresses. Error just listened quietly, humming or nodding in certain spots. He would like to think that Ink could talk about nothing at all and Error would listen. It just seemed to be the way he was.

Their friendship was a good one. Maybe there were a few unbalances here and there, but overall, it was good and healthy and, most importantly, mutual. It benefited both of them in different ways. Ink had someone who would listen without interrupting, who cared about his interest and how he felt, even though he didn’t have a soul and relied on substitutes. Error had someone who didn’t pressure him into a conversation, who gave him and respected his personal space and asked before touching his things and body. It was like a missing piece just fell into place, so perfect, it felt like it hadn’t been missing at all.

That said, there were some hurdles.

Like how Ink was soulless. There was always that thought, loud or quiet, one that questioned whether the love he felt towards his friends and family was real. Or if he was just deluding himself and everyone around him into thinking that they were. This thought had always been there, since before Dream and Blue, before Error, before anyone he was with now—what if it was all fake?

It was kind of silly. The substitutes he took acted as a soul. It supplied him his soul magic, the working parts of his body and the emotion spectrum. He may not feel things as intensely as others and may be lacking a feeling in a certain way, but that didn’t mean they weren’t real. They’re substitutes for a reason, after all.

…Ah! They’ve arrived at his house.

Ink blinked, stopping on the first step and turning back to Error. “So…” he said, finding himself unable to think of what else to say. He shifted awkwardly and cleared his throat. “I’ll see you next Friday?” He tried to think back on what else was going on in school. “We have some sort of project to do or test to study for, right?”

Error nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” He fell silent too, but didn’t leave like Ink had expected. He lingered, clearly thinking about something with the way his arms slightly glitched around. He didn’t say anything, though.

“Anything else?” Ink asked, trying to prompt him.

The blush, which had died down as they walked over here, brightened again. “Um…yeah, actually.” Error straightened and fiddled with his sleeve. “Do you remember the lesson we had…I think it was a month ago? In Health?”

Ink rocked on his heels as he thought. It was times like these that he cursed his memory. A month ago…a month ago…he didn’t really remember a lot of the lessons from a month ago. But the ones that he did… “Do you mean the one about the different types of intimacy? I only recall that it was about intimacy, nothing specific.”

“Yeah…yeah, that’s the one.”

“Okay…why is it important?” Curious. Error rarely asked him if he could remember a lesson from as long as a month ago. He knew how bad Ink’s memory was, so why did he ask? And why now, of all times?

“I, uh…w-well…” Error stuttered. Error didn’t normally stutter. It was only when he glitched really badly and was on the verge of crashing that he stuttered, or lagged, as he liked to call it. Normally, though, he spoke fine, if quiet and almost echoey.

Speaking of glitches…the ones on his arms had quickened up a little. Not enough to be too worrying yet, but definitely something to watch over.

Frowning, Ink was just about to bring that to attention when Error spoke again, voice clearer. “Just…can you…raise your hand?” He slowly brought up a hand with the inside facing Ink, like he was to high-five someone. “Like this?”

Ink eyed him suspiciously.

One of the first things he had learned about Error was that the other had haphephobia. He couldn’t stand people touching him, as it usually caused a flurry of glitches in the touched spot, and sometimes it was so bad that the minute someone touched him, he crashed. Those days were few, but they have happened. Ink had been lucky that it hasn’t happened since meeting Error. But this fact he had taken in and committed to memory, determined to not trigger his friend like that.

He would hate himself, if he did.

But now Error was asking him to raise his hand? For what? He couldn’t see them high-fiving. It would be too painful for Error and frankly a bit of a reach for Ink (he hated being short like that). And because it would be painful, he couldn’t see why he had to raise his hand.

But he was curious.

Curiosity usually made his answers for him.

Just as slowly as Error did, Ink raised his hand, mirroring the one in front of him.

Error inhaled and…

Ink’s mind froze.

He could barely focus on Error stepping closer as excitement and happiness began to take over. The urge to squeal was overwhelming, but he reigned himself in as he knew that wouldn’t help Error at all. It would probably just make him run away and never come near Ink again. And he didn’t want that. So, he forced himself to stay still and stay quiet, eyes focused on the hand that started to come closer and closer to his.

He could see the black bones begin to glitch a ton and felt a spark of worry—despite what might just happen, he didn’t want Error to hurt himself. He would never want him to—he should speak up now. He should tell Error to stop and calm down.

They didn’t have to do it like this.

They didn’t even have to touch at all!

They didn’t…have to…

It was…warm.

Fuzzy.

The hands contrasted starkly and they would be stunning in a painting. The white of Inks and the black of Errors. They were different, but they looked so well together.

This…This had to be a dream.

But it wasn’t. There was a light touch to his bones, just enough to know that the hand against his was, in fact, against his and trembling ever so slightly and actually existed in the world and not just his imagination. Somehow, this made it even more surreal. He knew it was real…but he just couldn’t believe it.

If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.

Despite his promise to stay still, Ink shakily inhaled.

And just like that, the spell was broken.

Error retracted his hand and walked away quickly. Ink was slow to realize what was happening and so by the time his hand was up and the name of his tongue, his friend was already gone. He stood there with his arm outstretched, gazing at the house next door blankly.

He slowly looked down at his hand.

It still tingled.

Gently wrapping his other hand around it, not daring to actually touch, he brought the hands closer to his chest, right over where his soul would be.

It felt like something should be beating wildly in there.

It felt like some new emotion had been lodged in his substitutes.

And somehow, it felt like that contact, the light touch of hands, was far more intimate than a kiss had ever and would ever be.

[love101imagines]

Osman with an artistic S/O

Nobody really knows why you two are friends.

And if they found out you two had a thing for each other, it would be havoc.

He’s the definition of capitalism.

And you’re the carefree student who always shows up just in time for class with stains of paint in your sleeves and hands.

You two met when he had arrived late at one class (which was shocking since the boy seemed to have everything perfectly planned).

And since you sat in the back of the class to doddle when you were bored, your seat was the only one available.

You two made small talk and when he saw your sketchbook and saw how good you were, he offered to find you some good deals to sell them.

You weren’t so sure in the beginning, thinking that you weren’t actually that good.

But he was complimenting it so much you gave in (even though you didn’t know if he actually meant it or if he just wanted more money).

But you needed the cash to buy more notebooks and pencils.

After a while you started to hang out more.

Truth be told, he didn’t think about bussines all the time.

And he started to sit with you in most classes you had together.

There was one time when there was a basketball tournament in school and the students who had gym had to go and watch it.

So you two were sitting in the benches, you trying to scrap off some gold paint you had on your thumb.

And Osman sitting next to you counting money he had gathered because of new bets he had placed about which team would win.

The blow of the whistle and shouts snaps both of you out of your thoughts.

“Kerem is going to lose his shit.”

“It’s already the third time the referee says something to him, he’s not going to risk it.”

You only raise an eyebrow knowing this is the only fun you’ll get in this boring basketball game.

“You want to bet on that?”

You already know the answer before he can reply.

“Fine. You’ll give me twenty if I win.”

“If I win I get to draw you a portrait.”

He looks skeptical at first.

“Come on, you never let me draw you. I have to practice and I have to do something else in class instead of doodles.”

“Have you tried studying?”

“...”

“...fine, deal.”

Of course Kerem proceed to punch the referee causing your victory.

On a particular boring history class you told Osman to keep still and stop playing with his tie.

“I don’t want to do this.”

“You lost, I though you never cheated. And we made a deal.”

He drops his tie dramatically and you start sketching him.

When you aren’t looking at him you don’t notice him staring at you.

A few days later you arrive late at school and Osman is still waiting for you at the gates.

He hands you your payment for some drawing but this time you notice something different just after you give him his portrait.

“There’s a mistake here, it should be only 30. You gave me 60, I though you were better with your finances.”

He only shrugs while you two walk to class.

“It’s my money too, I owed it for the portrait.”

You stop in your tracks for a second but continue arguing since you are so stubborn. “One of these only costs 10, and besides it was a gift.”

He refuses to take the money back but you insist.

The next day he gives you some acrylics paint you had once told him you needed.

“How did you remember?”

He doesn’t pay attention and only takes out his notebook to write down what the teacher is saying.

“How could I forget when you are such a chatterbox?”

You fake being angry at him by drawing a line in his hand.

He only chuckles so that irritates you even more, so you continue until a flower cover his wrist.

That begins a tradition between the two.

Whenever you are bored in class and you don’t have any paper left, you only grab your pen and start drawing stars or planets (or money) in his arm.

One day his entire arm is covered in happy faces.

And yours in sad faces.

You only grin at him once he notices. “We match.”

And that day he comes home with the biggest smile and his parents can’t understand why.

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Hope you liked it! This is my first time writing for Osman but I tried to make it as sweet as possible, let me know what you thought about it 💓