#i also wanna try decorating canvases

[huellitaa]

[escapadeist]

palm tree 🌴

nutmeg

ivy

and chia 🩵🩷🩵🩷🩷

get to answering lol

Ayee there's my fren...

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

Damn, ik they're morally gray characters n very popular or infamous choices for such questions, but Snape n Draco, i don't usually like characters that act out the way they do because of whatever negative experiences they've been through, because you always have a choice to not bleed on those who haven't hurt you, but anyhow, i think that their backstories and everything that they do based on them, doesn't make me love em exactly but appreciate them a lil more than others ig. Also, just a blanket answer will be all those side characters in movies or TV shows, that are not exactly villains but are villainized by others on the show or they and their struggles are hidden from the spotlight because they aren't as quirky or likeable as the main character's problems, just makes me love them even more! Also, might be a bias cause i identify as a side character..

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

My room, oh the tragedy, i wanted it to be a subtle dull-ish green, or teal kinda maybe, but it turned out this bonkers paint that i hate now, but anyway, i try to work with it. There's no theme, because i didn't have a room of my own until i was way older and then the prospect of me leaving my parents' home made me think, why even bother decorating.. but yes, as of now, it's just a place i occassionally occupy n has my pride n joy, my bookshelf n my canvases on it and i am a neat freak so i like to organize stuff but ever since my seemingly never ending exams have started n my life decided to go to shit simultaneously, i haven't gotten the chance to clean n organize, but soon i will n it will feel better. (It being me, n also, a bit, the room ig? haha)

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

Ukw, funnily enough, i don't have a lot of 'tells' especially when I'm sad because i self-isolate, (ik toxic trait, but i feel like i don't wanna burden people with my sadness) so yeah that... But i am quiet mostly when sad n when i feel joyous, i think i hum n sing quite a lot, n take interest in my hobbies again n dance somewhat, but hey that could also be because I'm depressed but I wanna distract myself or procrastinate dealing with it so I just do the happy stuff, fake it till u make it or die amirite? For anger tho, i recently found out, i can't express it healthily, *pause for gasp* n end up screaming, crying (which i hate!!!! Crying when you're angry is horrible!!!!) n actually have very bad symptoms like a racing heartbeat n shortness of breath n have thrown up too, God, I'm oversharing! But yeah, might as well drag the cat that's outta the bag now... (Sorry, no, i still love cats, LIKE A LOT!, Please apologise to your cats, i didn't mean any harm to them)

chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

Ok so this is actually a very geographical joke (The Office reference, the kind of jokes u have to "be there for" hehe) so as i said i have my exams going on rn, n in this one subject we had to study about what makes an entrepreneur... And idk if it was a typo in the notes that we were provided with or what, although i wouldn't put my uni past that, but apparently one of the reasons one can be held back from being an entrepreneur is "not being able to have dreams", now ik they must've meant dreams as in a vision or high ambitions or something... But when me n my friend read it, we just imagined this one person going to sleep every night n waking up disappointed like "Dammit! I was so tired, i straight up went to sleep n i didn't even have a dream! This is why mom was right, i will never amount to anything because i don't see any dreams.." now they didn't even bother to specify what kinda dreams, so it can range from nightmares to fantasies or wet dreams for all we care, but ever since then, whenever there's a problem n we can't find a solution, me n my friend say to each other, "Oh well, this is because we never have dreams man! We can never think outside the box for creative solutions to anything, because we sleep too soundly n dreamlessly"

Ik it's a very, very stupidly silly joke but it gets us cracking each time so ig it works out for us atleast lol..

Wow, these were fun to answer!

Would love more asks people!

N if u reblog the OG post I'd love to fill up your ask box too...

Also, love ya n thank u sooo much for sending this love ❤️✨

[narts-kakashi-doll]

Thinkin about Sai falling in love

It would take him a while to realize or show his feelings

Slowly, more and more of his paintings are done in colors he associates with you: the colors of your skin, hair, eyes, your favorite color, the color of a butterfly that startled you and made you scream like a big baby, etc

Suddenly his studio is full of paintings that are all somehow you, even if they're totally unrecognizably abstract

He doesn't even realize until you visit his studio to fetch him for Kakashi or Naruto

Seeing you standing among all the canvases he has a huge internal oh moment

He just smiles and goes to see what he's needed for, externally

Later that day he is at the library frantically studying pick up lines while Sakura begs him not to listen to Kakashi about the usefulness of anything in Icha Icha

Finally, Yamato takes pity on him and sends him to Iruka for advice

Iruka is less helpful than Icha Icha, but did talk Sai down to just giving you a bouquet of your favorite flowers instead of his previous plan

His previous plan came from Sasuke, and was basically to stab you and leave the village forever. I mean, it worked out for Sasuke, but it was not well plotted

The flowers were really nice and he's so sweet and is so blunt about wanting a date it's adorable

He's still kind of an asshole though so the flowers have a little butterfly decoration on the ribbon tying them together. As a reference to That Time. You don't pick up on it, which is lucky for him. He thinks it was so funny and cute but you're pretty embarrassed

Obviously you fall in love with him

He wears his crop top whenever he wants to butter you up in Boruto era

He figured out it has higher impact when he wears it less often, which explains his boring full length shirt

Also bc you kept putting your chilly hands on his tummy to warm them up and it tickled so he's trying to discourage it

He knows you were mostly doing it to cop a feel of his abs so he doesn't wanna discourage it too much, but it was pretty tickly and cold

Naruto ships you two hard core he's invested it's his favorite tv show he loves to meddle and matchmake and he considers you two to be his biggest success

Which is funny bc he was pretty sceptical at first

Anyway yadda yadda happily ever after

[sweetwritertanya]

Wicked Painter

Summary: As an artist, you want to give it a go and try body painting. You decide to ask your boyfriend Taehyung for help.

Warnings: this will be a soft SMUT. Be prepared for erotic body touching, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), size kink (kind of?), deep-throating.

Word Count: 2298

“Still awake?”

“Barely.”

You smile as you keep stroking the paint filled brush across the smooth bare skin of his chest. It was looking so much better than what you had imagined. The clear blue sky, tall green trees with an unhindered view to a waterfall in the middle, all painted on your boyfriend’s torso.

When the idea first popped into your mind, you had only been thinking of trying to paint on yourself. Make use of the expansive skin of your thighs or stomach to test how it would look to paint on them, how different would it be from the canvases you were used to. But you couldn’t get the right position, any movement would smudge the carefully laid paint and ruin your efforts. So, asking your boyfriend to be your canvas for a day seemed like a good idea.

Careful not to touch the painting on his chest, you bent down to peck his thin lips as the feeling of gratitude overwhelmed you again. He was currently laying on his back, on top of an old sheet in your art studio. He was only clad in his blue and black stripped boxers, arms laying a bit further from his sides so as to not smudge the edges of your painting. Black voluminous curly hair framed his well-structured face, the delicate jawline prominent with the cascading natural light from the high windows. Taehyung’s appealing brown eyes hid behind his eyelids, breathing so slow you had to question every few minutes if he was even awake.

Of course, when Taehyung very quickly agreed to help you, it hadn’t occurred to you that he was expecting to try and paint you too. Honestly, it should have been obvious, the boy was curious and enjoyed delving into the arts almost as much as you. It was even one of the reasons you two started talking in the first place.

So, here you were. With one of your boyfriend’s rendition of ‘The Scream’ painted all over the top half of your body while you painted your own work on his. Clothed only by your white panties as well, legs kneeling on each side of his waist as you bent over to paint.

“And…. I’m done!” you proudly say as the final brush was applied.

“Hum, let’s see.”

Taehyung finally opens his prominent eyes, only the slightest to peek at the art on his chest. He had kept his eyes closed the whole time so as to try and guess what it would be just from the feeling of the brushes.

“Not even close” he admits with a low chuckle. He may have not been sleeping, but he was surely drowsy by the glassy look of his eyes and the scratchy tone of his voice.

“Let me go grab the camera!” you say as you get up from his lap and run to the desk where you had a polaroid camera.

“Careful, I wanna take pictures of my painting too!” he exclaims.

You also should have known that, when it came to Taehyung, he wouldn’t just allow you to take pictures of your artwork. You would be taking pictures of him wearing your artwork, basically. For every picture, he would find a new pose and give you one of his looks that send the strangest tickling down your stomach. Truly, you had only intended to take one or two nice photos of his painted chest, but were now on the eleventh photo of a close up of his sculptural face, sassy eyes getting closer and closer to the lens with impish determination.

“My turn, yeah, baby?” he asks in a sensual whisper, just a few inches from your face as he lowers the camera from your eyes and takes it from your hands.

“Sure, Tae” you say with no resistance, entranced by him. No matter how long you were dating, that effect didn’t seem to dissipate.

With a knowing smirk, he moves forward to capture your lips for a sweet short kiss, before moving to stand and gesturing towards the sheet where he had been laying before.

“Lay down for me, Y/N.”

Obeying him, you lay down and look up at him as he starts taking photos of your almost naked body, covered in the paint he decorated it with. There was no embarrassment, no shame, no hesitance. Your chubby self was almost on full display for him and it didn’t bother you one bit. Just like he had put it before, your body was full of natural feminine curves and he had showed time and time again how much he loves them.

He takes just as many if not more pictures than you took of him, changing angles and doing close ups of your painted body. There was an unmistakable underlining sensual tension in the air. Two bodies almost naked, painting each other in turns, using brushes and even fingers across the skin with no sexual intent but being impossible not to react in such a way. It was like an agonizingly slow foreplay.

“You smudged my painting, darling” Tae complained, although there was no real sadness in his voice.

“Really? Where?” You sit up on the sheet and look down your torso to try and see where you ruined his work.

“Right here.” Taehyung places the camera back on top of the table and crouches down next to you, right hand reaching for your breast and thumb rubbing the perked nipple. You shudder and look at him through heavy eyelashes. ��But then again, we’ve taken enough pictures, it’s okay to ruin the paintings, don’t you think?”

“Taehyung…” you exhale as your hands crawl up his arms to his shoulders, at the same time he licks his lips before bending down to encapsulate the nipple he was playing with in his warm mouth.  

Pushing you slightly, you end up laying down on the old sheet again, eyes closed as Taehyung’s tongue and his big slender fingers tease you to no end. Suctioning on one nipple, he twists the other between his thumb and thumb before pulling it and you are moaning slightly at the jolting feeling it sends down your spine and through your core.

You are running your hands up and down his chest, smudging them where the paint was still wet and not caring one bit, simply adoring the clenching muscles under your fingertips. When he bites slightly on the abused bud, you retaliate by pinching both of his nipples as well, making him release your breast with a hiss.

“Y/N…” His voice feels like a warning and his eyes are incredibly dark, with that sexy stare that made your knees weak.

“Enough teasing, I need you now, Tae” you inform him, grabbing at his back and trying to pull him down to you.

“You’re always so impatient, baby. Let me warm you up first” he says as he leaves small kisses up the side your neck, one hand at the curve of your back and the other groping the flesh of your tits, of your stomach, of your waist.

“Tae, I don’t need-!”

Two things interrupted your sentence. His mouth swallowing your words, lips clambering over yours with a searing fire that had you whimpering, and the cold long fingers that he slipped inside your panties, warming up as he slid them up and down between your folds.

You mewled loudly when his thumb jiggled against the little pearl in little circles at the same time his digits teased your clenching entrance. His tongue took advantage of your sounds to delve deeper, tasting your fruity sweetness with careful languid movements against your own. You had one hand clawing at Taehyung’s bicep while the other scratched down his back slowly.

When he finally plunged his long fingers inside, your fluttering muscles sucked them in as if trying to lock them in place. You squeal at the sensation and Taehyung leaves your lips to start kissing at your ear, pulling your earlobe with his teeth and continue deeper kisses down your neck to the sensitive pulse point he knew so well. At the same time, his fingers stroked your eager walls, sliding in and out in a terrible slow rhythm before your hips thrusted on their own will and he picked up the pace.

His thumb was still playing with your clit, his available hand had moved across your back to grasp your love handles, his mouth was lapping and sucking at the perfect spot on your neck and when he curled those delectable fingers inside you, reaching the flawless position, your body sprung tight with uncontrollable tension before your insides gush your juice into his fingers and you tremble before your body gives in and feels like it’s melting with pleasure.  

His lips return to yours, pecking at them as you try to regain coherence, leaving small kisses all over your face before resuming to your smiling lips again.

“Tae?” you call in a breathy voice as soon as you can speak again.

“Hum?” He is brushing his nose against yours, pecking the corners of your mouth with a pleased childlike smile.

“Lay down. I’m returning the favor.”

He doesn’t have much of a say in it as you push him by the shoulders down to the sheet. You straddle his lap as you run your hands up and down his chest, ruining the painting it took hours to do. You bend down to kiss his lips and move slowly down from there, tasting the skin from all the way up of his jawline, down his neck, across his chest and down his tense abdominal muscles. His hands are running up and down your arms, encouraging you alongside the sighs of pleasure he exudes every so often.

Pulling at his boxers, he shakily breaths out your name with his eyes close as his cock springs free. You lick your lips at the big, thick and throbbing lance erect in the air, awaiting your touch. Your remove the boxers all the way down his legs and throw them aside, sprawling your hands around his ankles and slowly moving up his legs, admiring the way he trembles slightly as you get closer and closer to where he wants you.

You first run your fingers around his pubic bone, following the shape of it and avoiding the hardening shaft in the middle of his legs on purpose. When you hear him growl in frustration, fisting the sheet in anticipation, you brush the tip of your fingers all the way from his base to the swollen tip. His hips buck automatically and you smirk. You distract him when you play softly with his ball sack, whimpers leaving his open lips before you take a deep breath and take him all in your mouth, the most it could go before you would start gagging.

He gasps loudly and the skin of his knuckles goes white with how strongly he is clawing at the sheet, throwing his head back and a vein on his neck popping up. His high cheeks are colored and it’s slowly reaching his neck as well. One of his hands move to cradle your cheek in a loving manner, allowing himself to steal a glance at you swallowing his girth before groaning at the visual and throwing his head back again, eyes forcefully closed.

Placing your hands on either side of his hips, trying to keep him stable, you hollow your cheeks and close your eyes as you focus on bopping your head up and down his length. He was big, so any form of oral sex would involve his shaft down your throat. Thankfully, you had gotten quite good at deep-throating.

You keep a tight lock on your lips around his throbbing cock, swirling your tongue every so often and sucking on his tip until he ends up grunting loudly and leaking his seed down your throat.

“Fuck…” he curses when you release him, swallowing the salty cream and cleaning the corners of your mouth with your thumb. “You’re so fucking good at that, darling.”

“Only because you treat me so good as well, Tae” you explain, moving up his body and laying down with your body pressing to his side, resting your head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and the other pulls you by your waist closer.

“I’ll always treat my wicked painter the best she deserves.”

“Wicked painter?” you scrunch your nose up at that. Taehyung simply smiles at your reaction.

“After today, it’s your new nickname” he teases.

“Don’t you dare, Tae!” you warn, smacking him lightly in his chest, looking up at him with frowned eyebrows.

“How about I take my wicked painter home and we can continue this and take a much needed shower after, hum?” He starts to get up, both because he needs to get dressed and drive you both home but also to escape your slapping hands, reaching for him again.

“Don’t try to be slick with it! I do not approve!” You sat up when he got up in time to slap him on his bottom before he got out of reach, but he just chuckles. “I swear, if someone hears you calling me that…!”

“So, you’re okay with me just calling you that in private?” he inquires as he puts his boxers back on.

“No, you can’t call me that ever” you cross your arms defiantly.

“Not gonna work for me, wicked painter. You look too cute when I call you that” he smiles, gathering your clothes and handing them to you, pinching your puffy cheek before continuing to dress himself. “Oh, and by the way, we are totally doing this again. I already have a new idea of what to paint next!”

[elirluna]

1 6 8 48 :)

1. What’s your sexual orientation?

i'm supposedly attracted to men lol

6. Describe your dream home.

it would have a balcony i can watch the sunrise from. oversees the sea. i would make one of the rooms into a tiny art studio, full of canvases and all sorts of paint. prints of paintings i love on every wall. living room super cozy, blankets and pillows all over the couches. completely decorated by me.

8. What’s your favorite show to binge?

i wanna say It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia since i literally watched nearly all of the 14 seasons in quarantine... but also i binge Agent Carter season 1 every single year so sjbdnsb

48. Describe your ideal partner.

non-existent

intelligent, considerate, gentle, courageous, artistic, honest. and for fuck's sake, doesn't think i'm weird or quirky when i'm at my best because i get all jumpy and energetic when i'm really happy and it can be a downer when people don't match my energy or be like "...wtf is she doing??" pls no. i'm just trying to have fun before i don't get hit by a wave of sadness

🌸

[aaternum-a]

10 UNDERUSED CHARACTER QUESTIONS

i’m writing this interview style because I think it would be more fun to write ryu’s response rather than my summarized version of her response, ya feel me? she talks a lot anyway, so this is right up her alley! all set in her modern verse fyi, since most of these do not apply to her main kny verse pff.

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

what’s your name? “   My name is Ryu. Short, sweet. Easy to remember! I hope.   ” how old  are you? “   I’m twenty-two.   ”  do you have a twitter? what’s your handle and what sort of things do you tweet? “    So I don’t have a personal twitter account, but I’m responsible for the Twitter of the art gallery I work for. I think it’s @endlessaternum and I usually just write announcements for changed exhibits, special showings, and private events. But, I also handle any inquiries and responses that people might tweet us. Once a month, I get to retweet something related to art of my own choosing though! This month I posted the handle of an artist who revisions space with acrylic paints and huge canvases! it’s so incredible! Maybe one day I’ll be able to herd the crowds to my own art, but yeah!   ”

what’s on your top queue on netflix? "   Mm, well, I really like watching documentaries -- they don't have to be factual or important, really! I just watched the 72 cutest animals documentary. Oh wait, that's factual and important. To me. Hehe. Anyway, I guess after that it would be comedies! I'm a sucker for romantic comedies, but as of now, I'm binging Arrested Development between painting and grading!   "

what’s your favorite scent? is that what you smell like? "   Wow, my favorite scent, huh .. maybe the smell of baked goods? Chocolate, vanilla -- mmm. I'm melting just thinking about it! I'd love to smell like a bakery at all times. But I can't bake or cook. So,I unfortunately, don't smell like that. Maybe burnt ones? Ha! I think I just smell like ivory soap and orange shampoo! I don't know, you tell me!   " more answers under the cut!

apple or android? "   I've had my iPhone for .. forever. She's been through a lot. Probably in need of an upgrade and a new screen, but she's loyal and she gets the job done so I don't wanna replace her. And I don't know much about Androids. Or phones in general for that matter. So iPhones? Because I don't know any better?   "

favorite season? least favorite season? "   Ooh! Ooh! Give me winter! I love the snow and the holiday season! The city just becomes so beautiful with all the decorations and everyone's all bundled up and huddled and warm and full of love. I could go on forever y'know. Um. I don't think I hate any season. I hate being inside in the Summer. But that's because the school has terrible budgeting priorities and won't invest in working air conditioners for the tutoring hall. Oh, I'm getting upset just thinking about it.   "

are you a bottom, top or versatile? "   You're just asking all the personal questions today, hmmm. I mean I'm not shy, but I guess that's all dependent on my partner.  So I guess I'm versatile.   "

describe your morning routine, do you hit the snooze button or immediately get up? sleep in? wake up early? "   I’ll be honest — it took a long time to get used to my morning routine. I enjoy sleeping in, but my schedule doesn’t really allow for that. Even though I usually desperately need sleep because I get to bed late. So I try to trick my body into thinking it got decent sleep by setting up alarms earlier so that I can shamelessly press the snooze button before I really need to be up. This is a judgment free zone! I’ve suffered through many disoriented, late mornings to get to this point. And I’ve gotten so used to this I can barely sleep in on the weekends anymore. It’s the worst!  ”

do you have a fictional spirit animal? “   Huh. I don’t think I’ve ever really thought of one. I think I relate to a lot of different characters that I’ve read or watched over the years. I’m my own spirit animal, heh.   ” finish this sentence: what would ___ do? “   What would a dog think about what you do? The only opinion that matters, hehe.   ”

[pixelpolaroid]

Day 4: Little Artist inside

Day 4 of my week of action writing challenge. Not gonna lie, this one was hard to figure out what to write for, but that’s part of the challenge.

Action: Finger painting

“Can you at least tell me where we’re going?” Chase was being dragged by the Septic’s newest addition to the family. Jameson just shook his head and pull on his arm. Marvin and Jackie were walking close behind, also having no clue what he was planning. Seeing the mute ego beaming when he gathered them all prevented the others from stopping him, so they decided to play along for now. Jackie was starting to regret not going with Henrik to visit Dr. Iplier now.

Jamie opened the door to his room and invited them all in. Inside, Jamie had rearranged everything. All the furniture was pushed to the sides and the floor was completely opened. There were five easels set up in a circle with canvases and paint supplies around them. Jamie turned to the others with a huge smile. “You want us to paint?” chase stated. Jamie just nodded in response.

Chase and Jackie exchanged a look. Neither of them really wanted to. “Look Jameson,” Jackie said, stepping forward. “Why exactly do you want us to do this? None of us can really paint,” Jamie frowned a little, looking down at his shoes and just shrugging.

Seeing the new guy so down kinda hurt them. Ever since he appeared he was always so full of positivity and energy, anything different just seemed unnatural. Marvin, being the light of positivity, finally stepped in. “Well maybe we should all learn!” He wrapped his arm around Jamie’s shoulder. “This could be fun guys,” Jamie cheered up and ran over to the easels and opening the paints. Marvin soon followed, urging the other two to join.

Eventually they all had paint palettes covered with different colors. “Umm, Jamie?” Jackieboy finally said. “Did you get any paint brushes?” Jamie nodded and rummaged through a plastic bag.He began pulling out a few more palettes and paints, but no brushes. He stood up confused, and began looking through his drawers. Eventually he turned back to the others with a saddened expression. His gaze landed on the ground as he just shrugged, not knowing where they were.

The others all glanced at each other, eventually Jackie and Chase were looking to Marvin, nodding for him to say something. “H-hey! That’s okay! We can still do this. Just use your fingers,” He covered his index finger with a bit of red and began making shapes on his canvas. The other two just shrugged and followed suit. Jamie smiled soon joined him.

The four continued finger painting for awhile, giving off commentary now and then, Jackie at one point left to bring them all towels for their hands. Marvin had paint on his nose, but no one said anything because they thought it was too funny.

Jamie set his palette aside and wiped off his fingers. “Hey Jamie,” chase suddenly asked. “Why’d you set up five easels?”

“Probably for Henrik,” Jackie piped in, then turning to Jamie. “Didn’t he tell you he’d be gone today?” Jamie rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Jackie and Chase looked at each other confused. Before either of them had a chance to say anything, the lights flickered and sparked, than Anti was standing in the middle of their little circle.

“Anti?” chase yelled, nearly dropping his palette. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Anti just looked at them all confused. “Are you finger painting? Whatever,” He just rolled his eyes and turned to Jamie, holding a piece of paper up to him. “You left this note in my room? I’m here so what do you want?” He asked.

The mute man lite up, clapping to himself. He grabbed the glitch’s arm and pulled him to the empty easel. Anti looked at him, then back to the blank canvas. “You want me to paint too?” Jamie nodded enthusiastically, handing him a palette already with paint on it.

The other Septics exchanged looks. What was he thinking inviting that glitch? They were having a good time and now he had to show up. “Umm Jamie, why exactly did you invite him?” Marvin asked timidly. He was still pretty afraid of Anti as it was. Having him here at such a close distance was a little nerve wracking. Jamie huffed and shaking a finger at him, then just turned to anti and threw his arm around him, pushing him slightly closer to the canvas. Anti looked at him confused. The two shared a gaze for a second.

Anti’s eyes went wider as he understood what Jamie was trying to say. “No,” He pulled away from Jamie and set his palette aside. “No, no, no. Not doing this, they don’t even like me,”

“What is going on right now?” Chase finally demanded, now standing. Jamie turned to him, gesturing to all of them then making a heart with his hand in front of his chest. We’re a family.

Anti turned away from all of them. Jackie pulled his hood back rubbing his eyes. Marvin just hid behind his canvas. One by one, Jamie looked at them half smiling. Right? His smile was fading slowly. None of them seem to agree, and anti was close to glitching away through the light again. Jamie looked like he was about to cry.

Chase sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. “Anti what are you doing?”

Anti looked up. “right. I know I’m not wel…”

“I’m already half done and you haven’t even started. You might wanna catch up,” Jamie’s eye lite up, turning to anti’s shocked face. Chase actually was okay with him being there? Anti could tell he was only doing it for Jameson, but still, something sparked in him.

The glitch cleared the emotions from his face. “Whatever, don’t expect Picasso though,” He said grumpily sitting down and beginning.

By the time they’d all finished, Marvin had more paint on his face and the towels were covered in colors. It really didn’t seem worth trying to wash them. They all helped clean up the garbage and then left to allow the paintings a chance to dry. The all went into the living room to watch movies, except Anti who just went to his room.

Later that night, anti peeked his head out to see them all asleep on the couches, except Marvin who was on the floor. He tiptoed past to get some water from the kitchen, but on his way back to his room, he stopped at Jameson’s door. He looked back, then quietly snuck in. Anti walked over to the canvases, curiosity getting the better of him.

Marvin’s was kinda crap, if he was honest. It was a messy attempt at a self profile shot, but it was styled like a face card. Chase’s canvas was just covered with thumbnails idea for a new Bro Average logo. Jackieboy painting spiderman. No surprise there.

Anti just rolled his eyes.They were all so predictable, but when he made it to Jamie’s, he froze. It was good, like really good. He couldn’t deny that. What got him though was the actual image. It was a christmas wreath. The bottom half was decorated in what seemed like random objects, but anti understood them all. There was a syringe with green liquid, a card with all four suits, tea bags sprinkled in, a blue mask hanging from it, and instead of red, the bow was blue. Finally, there was a knife sitting, not stabbed into the wreath, just sitting there in its sheath.

The top half didn’t have anything, just one word strung through the branches that said, “Family.”

Anti didn’t really know what to feel. All he knew was that Jamie was young and naive. That was the only way he could actually treat Anti the way he was. If he knew the type of person Anti was, there was no way he’d have wanted him to join them. Anti was sure of that, but why was he having a hard time holding back tears? He looked back up. “Family.” It didn’t feel really. Obtainable. He didn’t need it, nor want it. He was just an angry glitch, that was all right?

Anti suddenly felt rage boil in his stomach. He felt the sudden urge to tear through Jamie’s painting. Rip it to pieces. Burn it. Just take it out of existence, but then he thought about the sad way Jamie would look if he had. Something about it made him stop. Anti shook his head and grabbed his own painting, and glitched into his room, forgetting what he ever saw.