#i don't only draw side profiles i swear

[deliberately-dee]

*violently throws DIWives at you*

I am obsessed with them

(more under the cut)

[villetela]

🍋 •~New introduction~•🍋

(Again cuz I have a new persona, THIS IS LAST I SWEAR.)

Hi! I'm Villetela! You can call me Vill, Veni or Vivian!

I live at the Philippines 🇵🇭 and I mostly speak English but also terrible at it sometimes. I can be a little clumsy and my mood can change sometimes, I might be a little annoying too 😅 I make fanarts for my moots as showing for appreciation and love of course :> ❤ I am also a minor.

✅ what i draw:

Cute stuff

Dresses (just not the TOO detailed ones.)

Humans and cartoon characters.

Fnaf sun and moon.

Gore (just a little gore)

Sensitive stuff (rarely drew stuff like that)

Suggestive things (not THAT suggestive but like small suggestive stuff)

❌ what i DON'T draw:

NSFW (ew no, even if I turn into a adult, never.)

Animals and creatures. (It's not like I hate them but it's just that their so hard to draw 😭)

Furry. (I don't hate them too idk how to draw em😭😭)

Proships. (NEVER.)

Realistic human and things (their very hard to do.)

3d looking stuff

Side profile (how the fuck do you even do that 😭)

Hard perspective poses.

Proshitters DNI!! ❌❌

(Never interact with me if your a proshipper.)

I own three fnaf dca AUS: CV Au, Swap LDR Au, TII Au. (Trapped in insanity) My Dear Florist Au

IMPORTANT!!:

If you see me post sun x moon content, no it's not TSAMS as it will be noticeable in the tags and if you feel uncomfortable with it just block the "sun x moon" tags.

I may be a TSAMS fan and yes i may see sun and moon as brothers but that was past and i only see them as friends (depends tho)

That's all I guess. And no I'm not sharing some of my other media accounts, you'll have to find em first >:3 /hj

[thatndginger]

I made a powerpoint presentation for The Runaway. I tried to make it comic sans, I swear, but Temperance refused to cooperate. Anyway, I realized I haven't talked about this Shapeshifter project nearly as much, so a formal introduction is in order.

@sunset-a-story @touloserlautrec @ceph-the-ghost-writer @illyriashade56 I hope you guys don't mind that I borrowed your tags and comments, but they made me happy cry to read💙💙

Transcription for each slide under the cut.

A powerpoint presentation comprised of ten slides. Each slide has a faint background image of a watercolor painting depicting a foggy pine forest.

[SLIDE ONE]

thatndginger presents:

The Runaway A Shapeshifter story

also known as: the story that got me anon hate from a jaded ex-friend who co-wrote the original version, then got mad that I kept writing after she cut me out of her life with no explanation :D

[SLIDE TWO]

THE PREMISE

Temperance Maddox does a runner

ok but seriously, the title of the story is the plot: a shifter [Temperance] runs away from certain traumatic events and ends up stranded in middle-of-nowhere Wyoming

where he’s rescued by a quiet, kind single dad [Dean] with a ~mysterious past~, an adorably rude six year old [Kate], an empty room, and seemingly infinite patience for Temperance’s terrible attitude

Temperance is a totally mature and reasonable adult who absolutely does not argue with the six year old and engage in petty name calling with her

Temperance will also never fall for the man who rescued him. It’s not like he’s going to stick around long enough to even consider it. Right?

everyone involved questions why Dean bothered taking this guy in when he’s a

capital-P Problem - even to himself. Dean is not taking questions at this time

[SLIDE THREE]

alright let’s break this down tier-style

Tier One - The POV Characters: Dean Matthews & Temperance Maddox

dueling POVs are always fun in a romance-centric story, right?

ok neither of these two would shut up so they both get POVs so I can get some sleep

Tier Two - The Important Side Characters: Kate Matthews & Talia Salwood

one is dependent on their father and the other is just plain nosy, so they’re almost always around in one way or another

Tier Three - The Supporting Cast: the residents of Kilnora Falls

there’s a nonbinary mechanic, the mechanic’s Australian vampire partner, a witch that runs a coffee shop, forest rangers, well-meaning grandmas, and distrustful neighbors

imagine one of those small-town romcom background casts and you’re probably close. except most of these background characters are witches, vampires, or shifters

[SLIDE FOUR]

Image ID: in the top right corner of the slide is a digital drawing of Temperance Maddox in a side profile view. He has short black hair, pale skin, and sharp features. His expression could be called confident, contemptuous, or amused. There is a simple sketched outline of a fox just behind and in front of his face.

Temperance Maddox he/him - 22 - fox shifter

the most pathetic drowned rat of a man you’ll ever meet

can and will cuss you out in multiple languages (he only knows the swear words)

if you can get him to stop saying ‘fuck’ every other word he’s surprisingly well-spoken

a city boy born and raised in Moressau, Washington

he’s got worse manners and emotional intelligence than the literal six year old

desperately in need of a long nap, a strong hug, and a lot of therapy. and maybe some kisses

would rather gouge his eyes out than admit any of the above

somehow a fan favorite among readers? I don’t understand that at all but I’m glad y’all love my terrible son?

[SLIDE FIVE]

Image ID: in the top right corner of the slide is a digital drawing of Dean Matthews in a side profile view. He has long-ish brown hair, tan skin, and is missing the tip of his left ear. His expression is neutral but has the slightest hint of a smile. There is a simple sketched outline of a coyote just behind and in front of his face.

Dean Matthews he/him - 32 - coyote shifter

heavy on the Romance Protagonist vibes (the good kind, not the weird heteronormative kind)

has lots of feelings but cannot for the life of him figure out how to show them on his face

tries to be a good dad, kind of a pushover and would bend over backwards to keep his daughter happy

is a carpenter by trade, and always willing to help out around town when things need fixing

the kind of tragic backstory character that sneaks up on you, because how can such a decent guy have a tragic past?

would very much like to have a quiet, simple life in his quiet, far-from-simple mountain town but things just keep happening to him

did I mention he has a bit of a southern drawl? and can play the guitar?

[SLIDE SIX]

Image ID: in the top right corner of the slide is a digital drawing of Kate Matthews in a front-facing view. She has long and curly red hair, darkly tanned skin, and yellow eyes with slit pupils. There are freckles on her face that are grouped in stripe-like patterns. Around her neck is a necklace with green and white crystals. She is looking off to one side with a solemn but curious expression.

Kate Matthews she/her - 6 - half-fae

unreasonably cute for a being who’s part uncanny-valley-made-of-magic creature

not blood related to Dean, but try telling her that

too young for anyone to tell if she’ll end up more fae-like or more human, but who cares? she’s adorable

has to wear a special necklace when she’s not at home to keep her innate magic in check. no one wants the little kid to have a tantrum and set the mercantile on fire

thinks her dad is the coolest thing in the world, especially when he turns into a coyote

thinks Temperance smells funny and is a rude meanie

personal space is not a concept she understands around those she likes. will bite anyone she doesn’t like who tries to touch her. watch out, her teeth are sharper than they look

thinks fairy tales are stupid, because real fae are scary and mean

[SLIDE SEVEN]

The Setting

middle of nowhere town in the western mountains of Wyoming

the town is called Kilnora Falls and there are exactly 521 people living there

more than half the population is some kind of supernatural, the majority being shifters and witches

everyone knows that faeries are real, that they’re incredibly dangerous, and that no one’s seen a true fae in almost a decade since the old faerie door beneath the waterfall collapsed

there is a very strong distrust of strangers among the residents of the Falls. They don’t see many strangers, and not many people who grew up there choose to leave

this setting started as an inside joke between me and my partner because he grew up in that part of Wyoming and I think it’s hilarious to tease him about it. Now it’s its own thing with regional holidays and a whole map and everything

[SLIDE EIGHT]

Image ID: on the left side of the slide is a digital drawing of a map depicting Kilnora Falls. It is in a simple style, with the buildings depicted as simple white shapes. The town sits on a small river and is surrounded on all sides by thick forests and tall mountains. 'Kilnora Falls' is written in the bottom left corner, while a scale and compass are depicted in the top left corner.

look! a map! imagine steep mountains all around, because would rather cut my foot off than draw contour lines

average weather conditions lean towards ‘cold’ - summer highs hang around the 70's. winter lows can get down nearly to -40. bring your coats, kids!

the entire town is less than one square mile in size

all the businesses in town are open 24 hours a day so that the nocturnal residents can still use their services. which means the bar is open 24 hours a day.... oh boy

the nearest ‘city’ is almost two hours away (Wyoming’s biggest town only has 65,000 people guys, the quotation marks are justified)

most people who are born here don’t leave, or if they do for school or work or whatever, they come back

[SLIDE NINE]

TROPES, MEMES, AND THEMES

y’all know I can’t resist a good meme sesh, so without further ado, here’s a mish-mash of tumblr-approved silliness for The Runaway

grumpy x sunshine pairings

domestication arcs

pathetic little meow meows

hot handymen

cute romance moments

tragic backstories

Image ID: a meme variation of the "Gru's Plan" meme. In it, Gru is labeled as 'Dean'. The first section reads "see someone stranded on the side of the road. The second section reads "stop to help. The third and fourth sections read "be verbally assaulted by an angry twink".

Image ID: a meme variation of the "Flex Tape" meme. The man slapping the tape is labeled as 'Temperance'. The tank spewing water is labeled as "trauma induced nightmares. The flex tape is labeled as "don't sleep ever".

Image ID: a meme variation of the "Schoolbus Hit By Train" meme. The schoolbus is labeled as "a wall around your emotions you've spent most of your life building". The train is labeled as "Dean Matthews".

Image ID: a meme variation of the "Bernie Sanders Asking" meme. Bernie is labeled as 'Kate'. The subtitled text reads "I am once again asking why the stranger dad found smell weird. And acts like a big mean pinecone." The line "and never says 'please' or 'thank you' is partially cut off at the bottom of the image.

[SLIDE TEN]

some comments from my lovely friends who have read The Runaway, because they make me happy and if published books get to put endorsement quotes on their covers, why can’t I do the same with my little powerpoint?

"#highly recommend you follow for the absolute bangers of stories you'll find here"

"#askjkdhd look at Temperance's sweet dumb little face #Dean looks like the type of guy who'd pick up a rude stranger #on the side of the road"

"Oh I can already tell Temperance is gonna be my favorite poor little meow meow I adore him."

"#good on you for writing on company time #me [handshake emoji] Dean #<- not being fooled by Temperance's tough guy act one bit #I want to wrap him in a blanket like the feral kitten he is #or maybe talk to him like Sam from Vampire Therapist #'Woah there fella. Easy now. Ain't no one gonna hurt ya. That's right...nice protagonist...'"

"#efojweojfoe love this whole shapeshifter thing giving tem a heart attack #also the way this playing scene is described? idk it flows so neatly and pleasant to read"

"#i can't wait #Dean is dreamy"

[raindropren]

ALIENKEEP DUO SKETCH PAGE >:D

Do they interact in the page? nope, but did I only draw the two, ya, and it was a conscious decision! I will draw the two interacting at some point, they're so silly to me!!!! :D

Close-up's and explanation rambles below! :]

DL Pearl! She walkin!!! There was gonna be a Tilly aswell but I could not for the life of me draw a dog. so I didn't </3 Either way! I had an animation idea but,,, I can't,,, do any animation,, so I just draw somethin cause I liikkeee ittt :] It was the first thing I drew on the page, and it's sorta tiny despite being a fullbody, also I'm proud of it! I don't do side profiles ever! and walking? that's new! yiippee!! :D

"They say my hunger's a problem, They tell me to curb my appetite."

Butcher Vanity is a very good song and when and if I'm able to I will try to make a DL-centric animation for it. I'm totally misunderstanding the song but I very much don't care at this point, it's just a silly concept idea rn :p either way, I just think she's sooooo funn (:

"Impulse!! SV"

It's Impulse!!! I really wanted to make a design for him :3 He was super fun to draw ngl, it's a surprise I hadn't beforehand! The design is pretty inspired by @/mxmarsbars 's Impulse design, Their design of him is probably the most,,, impulse design ever? like??? lol

It's mostly in piercings tho ;w; I don't draw many designs with piercings and they're so fun!! I need to more :]

"There's nothing but the past to long for now."

This is probably the laziest sketch of the bunch but I still quite like it :) I am still very attached to empires pearl, it consumed my soul at some point, i swear ;w; either way, Sunflowers!! yayy!!!

"pretty :)"

Empires Pearl my beloved :D Idk I just wanted to try and draw her again, I don't have a set design for her, somehow,,, but i love how i drew her this time, it's so cute!! :'D

He got alittle covered by the eye and mouth design stuff, but a smiley impulse!! He deserves happiness :'D

"tick tick tick tick tick tick"

I READ A FIC!!!!! and I,,, sobs,,,, DL Impulse :'3 IBFDSHUFHDIOBKHGJHBJKGKDFIUUDVHFGDFUK him :']

That was all of the close-up's and explanation rambles! I did them from first sketch on page to last! So that's why they're alittle scrambled lol!

[yuraararararar]

perfectionist, not. sae itoshi

chapter four - oblivious redhead

"um... wanna do something else?" i questioned, the fact that it was embarrassing for the both of us was... um... awkward. 

"...sure." he was literally agreeing to everything i suggest, say, comment, maybe he just found me annoying... i dropped myself onto the bed, my arms spread. "like what?" i mumbled, finding my eyelids heavier and heavier.

"just go sleep." he replied, glancing at me over the shoulder. "mhm." i crawled to the pillow, but my arms were weak, sore, i just dipped down into the bed, not even caring about the blankets keeping me warm.

that night, the lights went dim, a blanket right cover my small body, an arm snaked around my waist and the scent of sweetness filled the room.

゜

a thing i wanted to do back in Japan, is to shop. so this morning, i forced Sae to come shopping with me, of course, he declined but with the power of my puppy eyes, he finally said yes with a grumpy groan and massaging his temples. 

i wore a white tank top with light blue jeans, topping it off with air jordans and a white jacket. Sae wore a creamy striped button up, regular jeans, IV shades to hide from fans and Adidas og superstars. 

"let's goooo!" i pointed a finger towards the azure sky, eyes closed with a smile and grabbing his wrists. he could only sigh like a mother, facepalming himself. we entered a shopping mall, with loads of fans recognising the both of us, of course, his redhead is always easy to identify. 

we continued to shop and i couldn't help but to glance or stare at him from time to time, my heart started to beat faster whenever i see his side profile, when he chuckled at my careless mistakes, his laughter ringed in my ears like a melody while butterflies started flying around my stomach.

i'm sure i'm just sick. "you okay?" he stopped, giving a glance, "y-yeah." i stared at my shoes, maybe i was too carried away from the thoughts... "you're red." he placed a hand over my forehead, catching me off guard. why was he like this...? 

he surely wasn't like this before. 

"c'mon, let's go to the restroom, you can wash your face." he guided me, walking to the nearest restroom that was not too far away. i wanted to decline the offer so bad but, nothing came out of my mouth, it was like i was taped over, it was like i had a disability. 

he grabbed the shopping bags from me, pushing me in the restroom while waiting outside without a word. 

i fiddled with my fingers, staring at myself in the mirror. he was right... i was red. like red red. what the hell? i traced my cheek, drawing circles on them, what happened?

it didn't look like i was sick or i had a fever... no, not that kind of red. it looked like i was blushing...

too hard.

no.

no way.

no fucking way.

i swear to god, he's a pain in the ass!

how on earth could i fall for him?

especially now?

゜

we headed back to the hotel, but i could stop thinking about that. just what is wrong with me? that redhead has literally the worst hairstyle anyone could have, and yet, he looked like a red flag for being an annoyance.

and yet, now i've fallen for him? now i was siting on the chair, resting my chin on the centre of my palms and he was covering my mind. 

after he took his time in the shower, it was my time. like every other night, i did my routine. until i came out, seeing Sae with his legs crossed, perhaps waiting for me?

"come sit here." he patted the space that was in front of him, i obeyed and found my eyes anywhere but on his pretty face.

"is there something going on?" he predicted, i felt like my feelings were just too complex now, i couldn't even put it in words.

"i-i..." i stuttered, finding words for my sentence, it felt like digging a dictionary out of my mind. if i just tell him, but don't tell him that it's him, will it be okay?

"i-i think... i like someone..." i blushed, scratching my scalp, i stole a glance at him.

for him, it looked like his world shattered, but his facial expressions said nothing, barely anything actually. "you've been thinking about him...?" he spoke up, his head was down but his fist was supporting his chin. "y-yeah." 

i was thinking about you the whole day, dumbass. 

"do i know him?" his tone was kept calm, "i-i guess so..." i found myself staring into his hues, lost in the abyss. "hm. i guess you better confess, he'll be lucky to have you." he looked away.

no way...

was he jealous...?!

[ender-shift]

Generating World... Joining World...

*Welcome to the word of Ender Shift. *Where monsters and humans encounter a new kind of soul. A soul that doesn't belong. A soul not from the overworld or underground, but a different dimension entirely. *Humans don't know what to do with someone who looks so monstrous.. so down below she fell. When they land in the underground, they're... confused. It finds itself in a place that is incredibly strange. *Follow Ciara on the journey of Ender Shift. Where they aren't alone in their journeys of the underground.

My name is Lucid and my pronouns are they/it! I've been in the Undertale fandom for a good while and this is probably the first AU/AT I've made and put full effort into to get it off the ground. Below is information and I apologise if it's too much to read. I have it sectioned up so hopefully things are a bit easier to read!

A bit of a content warning, though I doubt it's too much that the Undertale fandom can't handle. This blog will have blood, violence, substance usage(tobacco[cigarettes] and alcohol), mental disorders/disabilities, slight body mutilation(primarily to the face[eyes & mouth], not that much, probably only a few panels/frames), and swearing!

Posts will have TWs/CWs in the tag and comics will be put under a cut after written warnings. Viewer discretion is advised. Please take care of yourselves. 🤍

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This is an Undertale AU blog composed of comics, videos, and stories. The comics will be combinations of drawings and Gacha-based characters, poses, and such. If you do not like it, simply don't click.

This crosses over with Minecraft - specifically focused on End and Nether, but it also includes the Deep Dark and a custom dimension/customised take on a dimension. Though, most features outside of the End won't be added until later. (:3)

This is not a Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, Chara, or Asriel centric AU/AT(though they all do get sight touch-ups on their designs). This is an OC centric AU/AT. If that isn't your cup of tea, simply don't interact with this blog. This is not to say that the characters won't show face, but they are not the main centre focus of the AU/AT.

This rolls an ask blog, a comic blog, and a fanfic blog all into one. Characters to this AU will be listed below. Please avoid making ask blogs for the characters. Parody character accounts, fanart, etc will be permitted, but there are a few cases of AUs/ATs getting ask blogs made by people who aren't even the original creator.

As more things get made, links will be added. For the time being, though, please use the "search tag" feature of Tumblr on my profile! There will be tags for asks, the storyline features, character asks, incorrect quotes, side stories, and more.

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There are quite a few different things that will be explained when the story begins. In the first post of the story, I will add a cut to the post of Keep Reading for information. Please know that the AU/AT includes things that most people may or may not like - for example "gendered" Frisk(demiboy, he/they) & Chara(demigirl, she/they). There are a lot of things changed, altered, removed, and included. Look, a person's gotta take creative liberties to make something, okay?

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Characters in the AU are the usual - Flowey, Toriel, Napstablook, Sans, Papyrus, Monster Kid, Grillby, Undyne, Temmie, Alphys, Mettaton, Muffet, Asgore, Asriel, and Gaster[o_O]. There are also OC characters - Ciara, Lucian, Briar, Arial, Gabriel, Altair, Audrey, Cato, and Meyrul[Malachi]. There are also reference to Minecraft characters and mobs - Steve, Alex, Herobrine, Entity 303, Endermen[Named], Wither[Weston], Ender Dragons[Everleigh & Eastmund], and Warden[Walker].

Character designs and profiles will be coming soon! The canon characters of Undertale(besides F&C) and the human(oid) characters of Minecraft aren't going to have too much of a redesign and we all know the stats, abilities, and information of the Undertale characters.

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This will be updated as time goes on, so please check this post every now and again!

Comics will start roughly June 5th/6th. (Don't hold me to this, it's a rough estimate and hope.)

Updates to the storyline may be infrequent, put on hold, or take longer to make. Please don't ask too often if Ender Shift is cancelled.

[zoyalannister]

Good news, my friend judged the unedited prologue of Endless Sunlight good enough to be posted here as a preview, so I'm doing it to give you an idea of what to expect and how the story changed from the first version and how it's adapted to the events of Chain of Thorns.

One note, this is the only chapter I can publish here without being permabanned because the story is going to be dark. I mean, Stephen King-like dark. So, if you don’t feel like reading it, that’s fine, I have other fanfics on my profile that you can enjoy.

Now after my usual blabbing, I leave you to the prologue.

Endless Sunlight 2.0

Prologue

"When did you last sleep?"

The question took Grace’s attention away from the notes she’d been studying for the last few days. She met Jesse's concerned face and realized that she didn't have an answer. The last hours had blurred together: she knew she was close to finding the answer she’d been looking for, and every time tiredness threatened to win her over, Grace was quick to draw an Energy rune on her arm to keep herself away and use the bolt of adrenaline to keep going.

She rubbed her eyes.

"Uhm… I don’t know, maybe Tuesday?"

Grace knew being honest had been a mistake when her brother became even more worried.

"Grace, it's Friday."

Oh. 

That explained many things.

Jesse sat down in the chair next to hers and put his hand on her shoulder.

"I know how much this means to you, but your obsession is becoming unhealthy. I'm worried about your well-being."

The first answer, the one that Grace was always able to restrain, was that Jesse couldn’t understand how much this research was important to her. Lucie was alive. They were newlyweds.

He couldn’t possibly understand how she felt and why she couldn’t think about anything else that wasn’t her research.

Even sleep deprived, Grace found herself able not to snap in front of her brother.

But she didn’t reply, either. She had no energy to keep having the same arguments they had for the last two years.

"You should learn to let go, Grace. Even Anna found peace."

If you want to call peace going to live on the other side of the world because she can't stand living in the same city she lived with her brother all her life…

"I can't give up now," she said instead. "I'm close to the solution, I swear."

Jesse took a deep breath.

"Grace, I cannot stand next to you as you slowly destroy yourself. Do you know why Lucie and I anticipated the wedding by three months?"

"I never wondered, Thomas and Alastair changed the date of their wedding four times already–"

"Lucie is expecting," Jesse interrupted her. "We're going to have a child this summer."

That shut Grace’s mouth. She hadn’t expected that.

"Congratulations," she said. "You'll be a great dad."

He smiled for the first time since they started their conversation.

"Thank you. But this means that I won't be able to take care of you if I'm busy with the child."

His green eyes were full of concern.

"Grace, I am scared of leaving you alone with your obsession. I'm afraid of how you will reduce yourself if I'm not there to stop you."

Grace forced herself to smile. 

"Don't worry, Jesse. I will be alright, I promise."

***

It was so cold Grace had to cover the lower part of her face with the scarf. It was the second winter after the battle of Westminster and many things had changed.

She wore runes now and her knowledge of the Grey Book was much deeper than it had ever been. She trained almost everyday with either Sophie or Cecily Lightwood. She spent all her free time working in the Fairchild's lab, either carrying on experiments she found on the notebooks in the lab or starting her own. She had correspondence every month with Anna, who now lived in the Mumbai Institute, where she asked how her family was doing and told Grace about her new life in India.

One thing had been the same: she’d been tormented by the words that Christopher’s ghost told her.

You're my unfinished business.

Grace had lost her sleep mulling over those words. She never had a closure with Christopher. She craved for the chance of talking to him again, even though she was well aware that it would only be a dream.

That was until she met Merrill.

Her name was actually Mary Ellen, but she told Grace that Merrill sounded more exotic, and she was a warlock who dwelled in experimental magic.

The meeting had changed the course of Grace’s life.

"I believe that there are many dimensions–or alternative universes–where the world is different from ours because some events went differently," Merrill had said.

Grace's interest had immediately sparkled, becoming a full-fledged fire before she realized it.

The idea that somewhere, in one of these universes, Christopher may still be alive had settled in her mind. She could find him. Talk to him.

Have a proper closure with him, and not be an unfinished business anymore. 

Grace had started meeting Merrill everyday for the next two weeks, when the warlock intended to go to the Spiral Labyrinth to pursue her research.

"Never assume that the dimensions are aligned," was one of the first things Merrill told her, while Grace took notes so fast that her left wrist hurt. 

"What do you mean?"

Merrill regarded her with a sympathetic smile.

"I mean that it may not be the same year as here. The man you’re looking for may be a child or an old man."

Grace didn’t wonder how she knew she was looking for a man, she just nodded and wrote down everything.

She hadn’t told anyone beside Jesse about her research of other dimensions. Despite meeting Cecily Lightwood for training at least three times per week and the consistent flow of letters with Anna, Grace thought that telling them that Christopher may be alive in another universe and then crushing their hopes to meet him would be utterly cruel. 

She wouldn’t give the Lightwoods another pain.

As for the Merry Thieves, she didn’t talk to them. They'd never been her friends in the first place, and Grace didn’t blame them if two years after they found out what she’d done to James they didn’t want to talk to her. Only Lucie started talking to her in the last few months, and Grace was ready to bet she was putting effort out of love for Jesse.

Not that she interacted with any human being beside her own brother.

Grace and Jesse had divided the Blackthorn inheritance, and she’d bought a tiny apartment for herself. Now all the walls were covered in papers with notes, speculations and calculations about the other universes and how to reach them.

(Sometimes, when she came back to her apartment and found herself surrounded by all the paper sheets she hung on the walls, Grace understood why Jesse was worried for her.)

But now she was sure she’d found the solution to her dilemma. 

Grace arrived at Hyde Park and sat on a bench, looking at the mundanes strolling around despite the cold winter night.

Grace took a piece of paper from the pocket of her windbreaker and, with her shaking hands, sent a fire message.

She stopped breathing. 

What if it didn’t work?

The fire messages could cross the magic borders of Idris and the Institutes, but what if they couldn’t pass–

"The audacity of Shadowhunters will never cease to amuse me," a voice said. 

Grace turned around. In front of her there was a Seelie male, a tall and handsome knight. 

"I am not making a request out of your goodness, but I am here to bargain."

The male studied her for a while.

"The Queen will decide that."

Grace followed him. She felt, more than saw, the passage in the Seelie realm. It was warm enough for her to unlace her scarf.

The Queen smiled when she saw her, and Grace thought well of bowing.

"My greetings."

"You are polite, at least."

Grace couldn’t understand if she was mocking her or not, but she didn’t let herself be bothered by her words.

She met the Queen's gaze, and found herself on the receiving side of an amused gaze.

"So, why are you here?"

Grace took a deep breath.

"I am sure you know about other dimensions, because if it's not the Spiral Labyrinth then it's your knowledge–"

"You didn’t answer my question. Why are you here?"

She had to tell the truth, Grace understood. 

"I–I lost someone two years ago, in the fight against Belial. I want to meet him again because I must talk to him, and I think he may be alive in another dimension."

The answer seemed to satisfy the Queen. The female looked at her with amusement.

"Are you absolutely sure this is your wish? Meeting the man you lost?"

Grace swallowed and nodded.

"Yes. There is nothing more I wish for than seeing Christopher Lightwood again."

The Queen's grin grew wider.

"Of course, I can grant this if it is what you wish. But what do you offer in exchange?"

Grace’s heart was beating crazy against her ribcage. She could actually meet Christopher again…

"I offer you knowledge," she said.

She quickly explained how to reach her apartment to the Seelie Queen.

"My home is full of annotations and studying about other dimensions, I'm sure that it's a valuable exchange."

The Queen nodded.

"I accept this offer. You will meet Christopher Lightwood again."

Grace for a moment though she could cry in joy. She recalled Christopher's gentle smile when he talked to her, his empathy, he who understood her despite all the horrible things she’d done. 

She was looking forward to seeing him again.

The Queen made her follow through a series of hallways, and Grace found herself in front of a leaf curtain. 

"This dimension is called Thule," the Queen said, making a gesture towards a lesser Faerie. He opened the curtain, showing what looked like the London skyline. "You will find Christopher Lightwood."

Grace faintly thought about a lesson that Jesse taught her long ago, back when she was still a child and they were each other's support in Tatiana’s household. The Faerie's gift always hid a trick.

But her burning desire to meet Christopher two years after his death was too strong to resist, and it crushed all her hesitation and distrust.

Grace jumped in without a second thought.

It was like a Portal, but ten times worse. She hit the ground with force, her head still spinning in a circle and a vague feel of nausea. 

She reached for her stele to draw an iratze on herself and relieve the pain in her side and right leg, but she didn’t find it. It must have fallen away from her.

"Holy fucking shit!"

A familiar–and yet, different–voice reached her. 

A moment later, a man was kneeling before her, and the cold touch of a blade under her chin forced her to raise her head.

She gasped: the man in front of her was an adult, probably in his late twenties, and his face was covered by a beard. He had his long hair tied in a bun, and he was broader than he'd been at seventeen, but Grace had no doubt.

The man in front of her was Christopher Lightwood. 

He wore glasses in this dimension, too, but his violet eyes were empty of all his kindness and carefulness. 

They were looking at her with pure hatred.

"I can't fucking believe it. Grace Blackthorn?"

She couldn’t even nod. Anxiety started to rise in her chest.

Christopher was a gentle and compassionate boy. He couldn’t be this man who was staring at her with contempt while pointing a blade under her chin.

"My only regret is that I couldn’t witness your death, but I guess we can fix that now that you came back."

Grace had a million questions. Did she die? Why did Christopher want her death? Why–

He took away the blade from under her chin.

"I want it to be fun," he said. Grace noticed only then that there were other twenty people, mundanes at a first glance, circling around her. 

"And I also feel generous, since it's almost Christmas."

Grace was too stunned to speak, but he looked at her with even more hatred.

"You have thirty minutes."

Then, the man who looked like Christopher regarded her with a grimace that she would have never been able to imagine on the real Christopher face. 

He was looking at her like a hunter would look at his prey.

"Run."

[cannibalcoyote]

Woodland Princess Ch.8: The Great Chase

Ch.7 Ch.9

A loud howling sound traveled through the forest and I heard Bilbo say in surprise,

"Is that a wolf? Are there wolves out here?" Then a low growling came from behind me and I saw a warg prowling behind me, eyeing my Raerthar.

I quickly grabbed my daggers and allowed the emotion of madness and pure rage to flood through my body but not show. This emotion causes the blades to grow longer and slightly curve like when a tear streams down your face and you wipe it away.

The wild skull launched at Raerthar but I quickly jumped up and stabbed the blade easily into its skull with so much power it came out the bottom of its jaw. Suddenly Gandalf turned and yelled at Thorin,

"WHO DID YOU TELL! WHO DID YOU TELL ABOUT OUR QUEST!"

"NO ONE!I SWEAR!" Answered Thorin.

"Why? What is happening?" Thorin questioned angrily.

"You are being hunted." Exclaimed Gandalf.

Then Gandalf's friend Radagast rides through and says some things but I don't pay attention, I'm busy making sure that Raerthar is okay and safe from the wild skulls. Radagast then bursts out of the forest and I question,

"What is he doing, he will most certainly be seen?"Gandalf responds,

"He's drawing their attention so we can escape." He explains, mounting his horse and follows the company as they quickly leave the forest.

I mount Raerthar and we ride out in time to see Radagast having the time of his life being caused by wargs with orcs on their backs. All of the sudden Raerthar bursts into her uncatchable gallop and I barely manage to hold on before asking her through our telepathic link,

'What are you doing they will see us?!'

'Why let Radagast have all the fun?' is all she replies, drawing some of their attention away from Radagast.

As we continue galloping, I see an orcs and a warg on top of a rock that Thorin and his group are hiding beside.

I shoot the wargs tail and gain his attention. He chases us until Raerthar begins to get tired so I start to shoot all the orcs and wargs that follow us. Soon we are forced to follow the company because Raerthar and I were outnumbered.

When I circled back to the group Gandalf was gone but I recognized this area, but he did too because as soon as we stopped he dragged all of us into the secret passage leading to rivendell.

I refused to leave Raerthar's side, seeing as she couldn't go with us so I said we would go the long way. Suddenly Thorin yelled after he saw I was the only one still outside,

"Get off the blasted creature!" I refused and heard a horn suddenly go off causing the orcs to turn and face the noise.

'Go through without me, I know the guards will not hurt me.' I explained to Mithrandir telepathically, he nodded in understanding and ushered everyone through the secret passage. Some stopped however when they saw I wasn't coming.

"Where's Aelsar, surely she's coming?" Questioned Bilbo as he turned and looked back out to the hill to see I was no longer there. Gandalf and the rest continued while I stayed with Raerthar.

I dismounted and used my magic to make me look like a mortal woman who just brutally killed the orcs. Afterwards I noticed that an arrow had hit Raerthar's left shoulder.

'Raerthar, this is going to hurt a bit', I said and then quickly before she responded ripped the arrow out of her shoulder. She let out an ear splitting whinny that caught all of the guards attention seeing as they hadn't noticed me before. My cloak was still up so they quickly surrounded me in their offensive circle formation.

The leader it would seem dismounted and grabbed Raerthar's reins and tried to lead her away. She bit his hand and trotted back to me. I chanted a healing spell and her wound healed within a few seconds. Finally one of them said something.

"What is a horse like that doing with you, whoever you are?" I couldn't take off my hood, they would instantly tell my father and brother where I was headed so I had to keep a low profile.

I searched their minds to see if I knew any of them. Bingo. I thought to myself as I found that lord Elrond was among them. I telepathically said to him,

'Sir we have met before, it's me Aelstar of the woodland realm. Please don't tell my father I'm here, he would have you send me straight home and I'm a little busy for that.' I pleaded to him.

He stepped forward and took off his helmet, the guards pointed their spears at me once again and Raerthar stomped her right foreleg on the ground and harnessed her magical ability to make all their spears turn to dust in their hands.

They stepped back in awe as they watched this rare type of elven horse protect this stranger who looks much less than elven in a tattered gray cloak with blood stains, with their face and body covered in a shadow.

Lord Elrond smiled at me, causing the guards to become even more confused.

"Raerthar isn't it, if you don't mind I would like to see my starlight." The guards glanced at each other, in all their years he only called one person his little Starlight, and that was Aelsar, daughter of King Thranduil of the Woodland Realm.

"Aelsar, do you mind taking off your spell? No one in my kingdom will be telling your father where you are if that is what you wish." Lord Elrond stated.

I slowly lowered my spell which allowed for my beautiful silver cloak and my silver blonde hair to be shown. All the guards quickly bowed down and then stood back up mounting their horses after they saw who I was.

"Well that was not the best welcome if I do say so myself." I said quickly after lord Elrond's guards had gone to do a last check for orcs that might've been missed.

Ch.7 Ch.9

@tigereyesf

[cre8ives]

1. Art programs you have but don't use

Adobe stuff, although I use Lightroom + photoshop for photography sometimes

ibis paint, I used to use this all the time but don’t much anymore since moving to doing art on my laptop

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

I can do Anything but side profiles. Side profiles are the worst

3. What ideas come from when you were little

I’ve always loved drawing eyes. And little creatures sometimes

there’s not many character ideas that have carried through from what I’ve made when I was little but I’ve always considered reimagining some of my shitty old FNAF ocs I made when I was 12

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

Monsters/any inhuman designs. It’s just something I need more practise with

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

Literally only like 2% of it gets posted. Maybe even less. Mostly because I hardly ever finish stuff

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

Huh… it’s hard to pick anything specifically. I feel like a lot of little tidbits come from everywhere, whether it’s media or art by others

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

Sculpture of most kinds. It’s something I’ve wanted to try getting into but I never have. There’s so much sculpture that’s just so impressive to me though

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

Once I started drawing two of my ocs in barbenheimer style outfits but now the time has kinda passed and I don’t feel like finishing it

9. What are your file name conventions

Keysmashing, a swear word of some kind, a phrase making fun of the character in the art, or just.. the characters name. Usually with a keysmash after it

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

Button up shirts are fun to draw! A lot of collars are fun, whether that’s on shirts or coats or whatever

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

Video essays or music usually

12. Easiest part of body to draw

Uhhh…… the face shape? I also don’t struggle TOO much with hands but that might just be because of how much I enjoy drawing them

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

I don’t know if this counts as she’s not really like… a CURRENT creator. But Frida Kahlo

14. Any favorite motifs

I don’t know. I like most things. Not much of my art has anything particularily recurring. Like not even my ART STYLE is consistent.

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

In my room

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

I don’t know.. lineart???

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

Sometimes potato crisps

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

I haven’t broken anything I’ve used for digital art, as for traditional art supplies… I don’t want to know

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

I have no idea I don’t draw inanimate objects much.. I like drawing glasses

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

Hands. Don’t get me wrong they are hard to draw but I like it

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

Most painters. There are so many I find really admirable and visually interesting but my style hardly resembles paintings. I’m sure that’s something I could try in the future though

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

None… maybe I should

23. Do you use different layer modes

Sometimes, if it works. But it’s not something I consistently rely on

24. Do your references include stock images

yeah probably. I get them all from Pinterest

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

I genuinely can’t think of anything that applies to this. I haven’t had too many comparisions

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

There’s also not anything I can think of for this either

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

Yeah…. Not really

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

does art fight count? I’ve done that for 3 years now

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

Hades, the 2020 game. I LOVE the story, dialogue, and characters, but I’m not a big fan of the art style and outright dislike a few of the designs

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

All of them 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game

Didn't see a lot of artist ask games, wanted to make a silly one.

(I wrote this while sick out of my mind last year and it's been collecting dust in my drafts, I might as well let it run free) 1. Art programs you have but don't use

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

3. What ideas come from when you were little

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

9. What are your file name conventions

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

12. Easiest part of body to draw

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

14. Any favorite motifs

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

23. Do you use different layer modes

24. Do your references include stock images

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

[bookshelf-dust]

HI LOVELY. I'm here to request again, as you can imagine. what about the jocks find Gareth drawing reader in class (maybe this is before the teacher gets there) and make fun of him? Reader is there and defends him? thank you, as always🙇‍♀️

I'm sure you'll do a fantastic job with this request, don't worry!

the robins

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 840

warnings: swearing, jason’s goons but no jason, flirty stuff, fluff

a/n: my love!! thank you so much for your request!! this is such a sweet idea. i kind of made reader a bit protective, so i hope that’s okay. i really hope you enjoy this!! also sorry it took me a couple days!! <333

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Gareth lifts his hand and there’s a smudge of graphite on the side of his palm. He wipes it off in the margins of his notebook paper.

Half the time he doesn’t even notice when he starts drawing.

Sometimes it’s a new weapon for his D&D character, something long and sharp that spans the entirety of the page. Maybe it retracts and folds up or something.

Other times it’s a new way for the Corroded Coffin logo to look, because he’s been wanting to change the one on his bass drum, or it’s a random cartoon character he saw while his sister was eating breakfast that morning.

Today, it’s you.

You’re sitting in the row beside him, your desk right next to his. Class hasn’t started yet. Mrs. O’Hare always comes in late, coffee in hand, fingers red because the cup is so hot.

You look so pretty today, Gareth thinks. You always look pretty, though.

But today, right now, you seem happy. Calm. It’s raining outside, and the classroom is gray because of it. But that’s your favorite weather. You told him that once.

He sketches you as you sit, reading your book before class begins. It’s just your profile really, the slope of your nose, the dip of your brow and the curve of your mouth.

He feels you touch his thigh. Just a little tap with the tips of your fingers.

“Hm?” Gareth’s head is turned in your direction though his eyes are still on the paper. You grin at the bounce of his curls.

“Look outside, Gare.” Your voice is hushed but very excited. He turns his blue eyes on you before they follow your gaze out the window. “Look at the robins,” you tell him.

The birds are hopping around under the trees in the courtyard.

Gareth’s face splits into the prettiest smile when he realized you’re excited about birds. That you’re showing him birds.

He’s totally in love with you, he thinks. He thinks that a lot.

“They look like they’re having fun, sugarplum.”He’s barely gotten the words out before he feels a hand on the back of his chair.

“What the fuck is this, huh, Emerson?”

Chance picks up Gareth’s notebook, eyes dancing over the sketch of you, the scribbles covering almost every inch of the college-lined paper.

“Oh are we an artist now or somethin’? And is that supposed to be them?” He points the notebook in your direction. “How romantic.”

Chance turns his head, looking at Patrick and Andy, hoping they’ll laugh at his antics.

You snatch the notebook out of his hand and hold it out to Gareth, who stares at you. You drop it on his desk.

Chance looks at you then, like you’ve just had the audacity to mess with him.

He goes to speak and you stop him.

“What the hell is your problem? Why can’t you just let him do something he enjoys and mind your own fucking business? Last time I checked, he’s never said shit about your hobbies, though we both know the only reason you’re on the football team is because your dad has an in with the coach.”

Chance goes bright red at that.

“There’s never been anything wrong with drawing, and there never will be. Fuck off, you hear me?”

Patrick turns and leaves, and Andy follows because he’s never had a single brain cell help him make an original decision.

Chance looks between you and Gareth and then spins to walk to the other side of the room where he takes a seat, scratching his chin, though he never looks back in your direction.

You look at Gareth. He’s still staring at you.

You open your mouth to talk but he goes first. “Thank you,” he chokes out, and then he’s smacking the sweetest and most passionate kiss on your forehead. “You didn’t have to do that.”

You twist one of his curls around your finger. “Yes, I did. He’s an asshole. I’m not going to let him treat you like that.”

Gareth blushes. He reaches for your hand and squeezes it.

“Also you know that I love seeing you draw, right? I don’t want you to think you’re not any good because of them. I love it when your fingers get all inky and when your eyebrows furrow because you’re concentrating. I just want you to know that I’m proud of you.”

Gareth raises your hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it, keeping it there to hide his smile. “I know. I’m proud of you too.”

You smile.

He fights the urge to tell you that he found your defending him very attractive. Maybe he’ll tell you another time.

Gareth looks out the window again. “Look. There’s like seven of them over there!”

You sit up, watching little flashes of orange as the robins bounce around.

That’s the moment Mrs. O’Hare enters the room, and even when the room goes quiet for her to teach, you catch Gareth watching the robins for the rest of class.

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

[chiptrillino]

#6; #7; Jee :D

i swear i know how to draw jee in other angles! I SWEAR!

uhm... i had only 4 slots open so i am sorry for the one i couldn't do. maybe an other time! --- art - blog: @chiptrillino-art

[ID: Jee from Avatar the Last Airbender, drawn from the waist up, looking through a looking glass. the right side of his profile is visible. eye closed smiling looking towards the sky following a small cloud that is Appa flying off. the rudimentary background shows thick clouds above a calm ocean and beach. small in the lower right corner of the image is a stylized angular Zuko angrily shouting fire. on the left side in the upper corner is a text saying "please don't repost" on the right side following the border centred is a small yellow emoticon showing an expression and 6 circles filled with shades of reds, that are the reference for the drawing challenge. on the right side below is the artist's signature "chiptrillino . 2022" End ID.]

[seospicybin]

ONE SERIES PREVIEW.

ONE OF A KIND.

Felix x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: When you live in a small island there’s nothing more exciting than meet a new man in town, Felix. It’s getting more peculiarly nostalgic as if you feel like you’ve known him for years.

Preview under the cut!

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Felix continues looking at the drawings you put on the wall and doing it so attractively, you get to see his side profile of sharp jaws, a small nose, and lips.

"Your drawings are beautiful!"

His deep voice is enough to get you out of your reverie, you immediately mutter your gratitude, "thanks!"

"You're a great artist!" He praises once again.

It's the way he delivers the praise that got your heart palpitations, "I'm not an artist yet but I got a scholarship to attend an art school this year," you don't want to brag but this kind of opportunity doesn't come often.

"In fact, I'm leaving next month," you add with an excited laugh, still can't believe it yourself.

Felix's gaze turns a shade dimmer like he has just heard something awful, "wow, congratulations!" He says but the excitement isn't there.

"Thank you!" Yet you sincerely thanked him for it.

You remember you haven't asked him his intention on this island, "how about you?"

"Huh?"

"Are you here for a vacation or do you plan on staying?" You ask out of curiosity.

"Or do you like my sister's pain au chocolat too much?" You add a joke at the end to not make it seems like you're pressuring him to answer.

He smiles and turns to face you, "I'm staying."

"Permanently?"

"It seems like that, yeah," he answers.

It's too early to assume that he was sad to know that you'll be leaving soon when he only started living on the island but you can't help it either.

"Well, you'll love it here," you tell him, and deep inside you got inexplicably sad that you only met him now.

You both exchange a gaze that elicits the same emotions, of something tender but sorrowful. How do you even have these sorts of feelings toward someone you know barely hours ago?

It's a mystery but you like how you can comfortably look into his eyes and drown yourself in them.

Felix breaks the eye contact first and asks, "so, where's the wind-chime?"

You slightly got a bit jittery, "it's uhm... it's in the other room," you can't find yourself saying the exact location but leads him there.

You both go back inside the house and turn to the right to enter one of the rooms.

Once he stepped inside, Felix calmly walks up to the window and pushes it open to let the air in.

The wind-chime sways and makes clinking sounds, "yours is beautiful," he compliments.

"I bet you know the wind-chime is just an excuse," you shyly say.

He sheepishly smiles and nods.

You approach him and stop right next to him, looking at his face under the pale moonlight that adds a mystifying glow, and makes him appear like a mythical entity.

"Can I kiss you?" You know your curiosity can only be answered with a kiss.

"I swear to you I've never done this before," you start to blabber because that's what you do when you're nervous.

"But you feel so oddly familiar to me like we've met and known each other for years, I just wanted to—"

Before you can finish your sentence, he leans in and closes the gap between your bodies.

It's like the stars aligned the moment your lips touched, it's ethereal and just right.

Your eyes are still closed when he pulls away and you try so hard to find a name for this peculiar feeling, one that resembles a feeling of coming home.

"Is it bad?" He asks with his hands still cupping your face as you stay quiet for a good minute.

You open your eyes and slowly shake your head, "kissing a stranger," you lowly mutter.

You jerk your head back in confusion, "I've never done that before..."

Felix softly chuckles, "yeah, you told me."

You touch his face and swipe your thumb over his small lips, "can we kiss again?"

Strange that you don't see any signs of confusion on Felix's face, "of course, yeah," he answers while laughing.

You're the one leaning in this time and gently place your lips on his, feeling his warm soft lips against yours for a few seconds then let go.

"Interesting..." you sigh in a perplexed tone.

Felix drops his hands to hold you by the waist and you like how he feels around you, safe and comfortable.

You look at his face and laugh at this funny thought that crossed your head, "can we do more than just a kiss?"

Felix once again doesn't seem to be surprised by the question but cracks a laugh at you, "is that what you want?"

You laugh again while burying your face in his chest, drinking in his natural scent mixed with sunshine and sea breeze.

Then you shyly nod without looking at him.

"We can do that," Felix says with his mouth close to the top of your head.

After a while, you look up at him and do not hesitate to kiss him, "maybe after a few more of this," you say between kisses.

And he caters to your wants, returning the kisses with the same passion while holding you close.

...

Full fic will be posted tomorrow!

[czenniie]

starry night

part of my 7dream college-series

🥤Genre: fluff, some smut but not a lot, kinda slowburn

🥤Warnings: swearing, smut, a little exhibitionism, fingering, handjob, you get the picture

🥤Trope/AU: a bit one-sided crush but also a bit friends to lovers

🥤Words: 6977

Renjun is a horny art-hoe and a simp but it's fine cause the reader kinda likes it.

Astrology class was Renjun's favorite. The Professor was a snarly old man who also gave art and he knew more about astrology and art than any person Renjun had ever met. The assignments were never boring and his lessons were great. But that wasn't the actual reason why Renjun looked forward to Wednesdays and Fridays every week.

The main reason was you. You sat two rows in front of him but a bit further left which gave him a perfect view of your side profile. His sketchbook was filled with sketches of you.

You looking down while you carefully took your notes, you with a pen in between your lips, you pushing your hair behind your era, you, you, you. Over and over again. Jeno had declared him a psychopath with, quote: 'the biggest boner ever' while Jaemin had just grinned and pinched his cheeks.

Renjun knew that the whole drawing you think was weird. It had started out with just one drawing. Renjun didn't know you at the time, but he was bored in class and realized how perfectly the light was shining onto your face. In the next lesson, he really like the sweater you were wearing and suddenly his entire sketchbook was filled with you. His close friends were the only ones who knew about it and he protected it like a mother protects her baby. He never let it out of his sight, barely even putting it in his backpack. He rather held it in his arms while walking through the corridors of the old school building. Jisung had tried stealing it a bunch of times but never succeeded.

Now he was back in astrology class, drawing you once again. He didn't even try to listen to what Professor Ghafa was saying, way too focused on you and his sketchbook. He liked keeping his sketches in black and white. Using a black fine liner or pencil most of the time. Today your hair was tied up with a black scrunchie (Renjun only knew what they were called because Haechan had been looking for one for his girlfriend and annoyed the shit out of Renjun with it)and since the weather had gotten colder you were wearing a light pistachio green shirt with a big black leather looking blazer over it. Your chin was resting on your hand while you were, unlike Renjun, actually listening to what the Professor was saying.

The professor finished the class before Renjun could finish his drawing and he made a mental note to finish it in the next lesson which was already tomorrow. Since it was his last lesson of the day and he was just gonna go home he stuffed the little black sketchbook into his backpack with all his other stuff. He looked around searching the room for his friends. Jaemin was already walking to the door while Jeno was still flirting with somebody three rows in front of Renjun. He rolled his eyes at the boy and signaled Haechan, who was sitting next to him, that he was gonna go. "See you man." Haechan said, a big smile plastered across his face. 'I don't have a single normal friend' Renjun thought to himself as he threw his backpack over his shoulder. He looked around one more time, but you were already gone.

Thursdays suck. Seven-thirty was too fucking early. You refused to believe that there was a single person on this planet that could focus on anything this early in the morning. And now that summer was over it was even worse. The mornings were already darker and your motivation dropped in sync with the temperature. You rubbed your hands against each other as you entered the old school building. There were barely any students or professors around at it was unusually silent. Probably the only good thing about having to go to class at an ungodly hour.

You quickly found your way to your locker, only having five more minutes before your Chemistry class would start. You quickly entered the code pulling the door open.

A small, folded piece of paper fell out as soon as you opened the door, slowly sailing to the ground. You didn't remember leaving it inside your locker yesterday so you picked it up. It was pretty thick paper and one side locked torn, like it had been ripped out of a book or magazine. You unfolded it, now looking at....yourself? It was a pencil sketch of you sitting in front of your laptop. Your hair was up in a ponytail and you were wearing your favorite blazer. The drawing was clearly just a sketch but still very detailed. You looked up from the piece of paper, searching the hallway for another person but you were all by yourself.

It was definitely a bit weird to just get a drawing of yourself. Especially since it wasn't signed or anything like it. You looked around against, now almost feeling like you were being watched. But after one quick look on your phone, you realized that you were gonna have to worry about it later. You carefully folded the drawing and put it in between the pages of your physics book which you stuffed into your backpack. You closed your locker, making your way upstairs, the image of the small sketch still running laps in your head.

"Okay. Is it a bit weird? Yeah. But that's a really good drawing y/n. Like really really good." Jay held the drawing next to your head, eyes going back and forth between it and your annoyed face. You ripped the piece of paper out of his hand to look at it yourself again. "But who puts a drawing into somebody's locker and doesn't add a name, or a hint at least ?" "Well, it has to be an art major right? No one who is that good a drawing faces does something other than art." The drawing was really good. It looked a littlebit like it wasn't finished yet, but it was still very impressive. "Yeah. You're probably right." You leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand. " You know at first I was a bit weirded out but it was kinda nice, to be honest." Jay gave you a sly, knowing smile. "I don't think anybody has ever drawn me. Especially not that flattering." Jay laughed, leaning further into his chair.

A loud bang made both you and Jay jump in your seats. Another student in your Astrology class had dropped one of his books right next to you onto the stairs. He quickly bend down to pick it up but you caught a glimpse of his face. You were pretty sure his name was Renjun, he lived in an apartment with Jisung who was one of Jay's best friends. The handsome boy quickly picked the book up and mumbled a quiet. "Sorry" without even looking up, then he turned around and walked out of the room very fast. He was kinda cute. His front pieces of hair were bleached and tucked behind his ears, the glasses on his nose were kinda crooked and he was wearing a really comfy-looking green jacket. "Soo" Jay said after Renjun had left the room, his friend Haechan right behind him. "How many cute Art Majors do we know?"

Renjuns head was buzzing, the blood rushing through his veins as he basically ran through the old school building. The big front door came into his sight and he sped up even more, ignoring Haechans yelling. He pushed the door open. The cool fall breeze hit him right in the face and knocked the air out of his chest for a couple of seconds. He came to a halt right behind the door, hearing it falling shut and being pushed open again.

"Renjun." Haechan let out a loud breath as he walked out of the building. "When the fuck did you become this fast?" Renjun couldn't speak. Your words were still echoing through his head. You had his sketch. The one he did in class yesterday. But there was no way that you could have it. His sketchbook was in his backpack.

Renjun slid said backpack off his shoulders, dropping the books in his hands to the ground. "Renjun" Haechan tried again, but the other boy had already unzipped his backpack and turned it upside down. Pens, erasers, sticky notes, and a couple of pieces of paper fell to the ground and down the stairs. "Renjun what in the world are you doing?" Haechan looked at his friend like he was crazy. "It's gone. " Renjun mumbled, turning his backpack around again to look inside it, but there was nothing. "My sketchbook, it's gone. But I put it in there yesterday."

Renjun was starting to panic, now speaking faster and in a higher tone. "After class, I put it in there like I always do. I always put-" He turned to his friend and stopped mid-sentence. The slightly taller boy was scratching the back of his head, looking down at his shoes with a guilty smile across his face. "Haechan" Renjun growled, turning towards the Boy while gripping the backpack straps in between his Hands.

"I had to do it." The Boy almost yelled out. "You never would have done it so I had to."

Renjun was sure that there was smoke coming out of his ears.

"And Yesterday was the perfect opportunity." The smaller boy dropped his backpack which landed on all of his stuff that was still laying on the stairs. "I'm going to murder you." He mumbled before he jumped towards Haechan. The brown-haired boy let out a screech and jumped down all four steps at once before running towards one of the big old ginkgo trees. Renjun ran after him, completely ignoring the fact that his belongings were literally everywhere. Haechan arrived at the ginkgo tree and hid behind it. Renjun had almost reached it as well, but two strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him back, away from the traitorous boy and the Yellow tree.

"What did he do?" Jeno was still holding onto Renjun, both looking at the tree Haechan was hiding behind. Renjun barely registered what Jeno said. His brain was working overtime, your voice and face playing in it over and over again. He couldn't believe that Haechan had done it. That was his worst nightmare. Literally, the worst possible thing that could have happened. You could never find out that it was him.

"Renjun?" The boy flinched as he heard his name again, pushing Jenos arms away so he could escape his hold. "He gave her my sketch." Renjun whispered, still out of breath from the chasing. He could see in Jenos face that the boy knew right away what that meant. "Oh shit." Jeno mumbled raising one hand to his face. "Well then don't let me stop you from killing him."

"Jenoooo" Haechan whined from behind the tree, his head slightly peeking out. "She said she likes it. So I think I actually did a very good thing." He followed up his whine, now almost smiling again. "Well of course she likes it." Jeno said, his hand still raised to his chin. "Who wouldn't like a pretty sketch of them. It's almost like a secret love letter. Girls like that kinda shit don't they." Haechan stepped out from behind the tree, nodding in agreement. "But you still took his stuff without asking so it was a dick move nevertheless." Jeno went on. Both boys now realized that Renjun wasn't listening anymore. He had turned around and was staring at the school building.

"She likes it." He suddenly whispered, making a tiny jump into the air. "She likes my drawings." Where there had been an angry frown just mere seconds ago, there was now a bright smile with twinkling eyes. Jeno smiled fondly at his friend who completely forgot about his existence, trapped in his own world.

"Is this a good time to tell him that I also dropped his sketchbook on the way home and now half of the pages are covered in dirt?" Haechan was now standing next to Jeno, both looking at the smaller boy. "Open up your mouth and I will make sure it's the last time you do so." Jeno mumbled back through gritted teeth, too quiet for Renjun to hear.

Renjun had been chewing on his pencil for the past 20 minutes. His right leg was bouncing up and down and he was completely oblivious to the angry looks Jaemin and Chenle were throwing at him.

Yesterday, after getting the dirty sketchbook back from Haechan (and a second attempt to murder him that wasn't stopped by Jeno this time but by the fact that Haechan was simply faster than Renjun), he had put another sketch into your locker. He decided on one he did a couple of weeks ago. The weather had still been warmer and you were wearing a shirt with a print from a Tv show Renjun didn't know. After panicking about it the entire night and barely getting any sleep Jaemin explained the situation to Jisung and made him offer to find out what you were thinking about it.

He was friends with that Jay kid you were always hanging out with so he could talk to him without raising suspicion. Now he was back in their shared apartment with Jaemin and Chenle, waiting for Jisung to come home. Haechan had decided to sleep over at his girlfriend's place, as usual, and no one really knew where Mark and Jeno were.

Renjun jumped off the couch as he heard a key being turned in the lock. The tall boy walked into the living room while looking at his phone, unaware of Renjuns waiting stare. Chenle cleared his throat, very loudly, finally making Jisung lookup. "Oh, I'm sorry Hyung." Jisung mumbled as he saw Renjuns face. He pushed his phone in his back pocket, nearly killing Renjun with anticipation. "Jay says she likes it." Renjun basically melted back into the couch, a huge wave of relief washing over him. "She was apparently really excited when she found the second one today so I really think you should keep going Hyung." Jisung was somehow already munching on something despite having been home for literally 5 seconds.

He kept talking for a couple more seconds but Renjun wasn't listening anymore. He would have to go through all of his sketches and pick out the best ones. At least out of the ones Haechan didn't ruin. And he would have to find a way to get them into your locker without being seen. He now knew that you liked his drawings but he was very far away from admitting to you that they were his. You had barely talked, so even if you liked the drawings you would probably still think that he was a psychopath. He couldn't risk that. No, he had to do this the right way.

"I think I should ask Renjun about it" Jisung, who was sitting next to you, choked on his ramen. You quickly started patting his back as the poor boy kept coughing, trying to catch his breath. Jay who was also sitting at the table was completely unbothered by his friends near-death experience. Jisung stopped coughing after a couple of seconds and looked at you.

"Since when do you know Renjun?" You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't. But he's an art major right? So maybe he can find out who's been putting the drawings in my locker. And you know him so you could introduce me." You gave him a smile, trying to look as nice as possible. You weren't looking at Jay but you could still see him roll his eyes. You ignored him. "You still have no idea who is doing the drawing?" Jisung asked, now munching on his ramen again. You shook your head.

It's been over two weeks since you found the first sketch in your locker. Since then there was one every single day. You caught yourself being excited to go to school, just so you could open the small piece of paper. Some of them were just out of pencil, others were colored in. One even looked like it was done with watercolor, but your knowledge of art was too small to be sure. But they were always your side profile. Never from the front. And always down to your arms.

"I mean I guess you could ask Renjun." The tall boy said. "I have practice in ten minutes but I'm sure he's in the art classroom. He's basically always there." Jisung scrunched his nose, staring at the bottom of his empty bowl. "But wouldn't it be weird?" You asked as the two boys got up and put on their jackets. "We don't even know each other. I can't just show up and ask him who draws me every day." "Nah it's fine. I'm sure Renjun won't mind." He raised one of his large hands as a goodbye and pushed Jay out of the cafeteria. Jay looked a bit confused and yelled a quick "Bye." over his shoulder before he disappeared with Jisung, leaving you and your half-empty bowl of ramen alone at the table.

The art classroom was on the very other side of the campus. It took you a little over ten minutes to reach the old building and you were sure your fingers were gonna fall off as you opened the old wooden door. Warm air brushed against your fingers and you let out a little happy squeal, rubbing your hands against each other.

The hallway was a little dark, only every other light working. It was one of the oldest buildings on campus with brick walls and arched doors. The building was home to all the more creative majors. The first two doors to your left and right were for the music students. The other rooms in the hallway belonged to the acting majors and at the very end, there was the teacher room. Right before the classroom started there was a small staircase leading up to the second floor that was reserved for just the art majors.

You took the stairs and walked up to a hallway that looked basically the same as the one on the first floor, just a bit smaller. You made your way to the first door, opening it carefully. But there was just an empty classroom filled with all sorts of paint, stone and anything you could imagine. You had more luck in the second classroom. The room was a lot brighter than the last one.

Renjun was sitting in a corner right next to the window. He didn't hear you walk in, too focused on the canvas in front of him. He was drawing a scene out of a cafe. It looked quite cozy and very realistic. "Wow. That's really good." You said, closing the door behind you. Renjun jumped out of his chair, looking like a deer in headlights.

"I'm sorry." You took a step closer. "I didn't mean to scare you. But Jisung told me I could find you here." The boy stared at you for a couple more seconds before he nodded slowly. You waited for fo a couple of seconds but Renjun didn't say anything so you broke the silence once again. "I have a kinda weird question." You said walking to the table where he had but all of his painting materials. You pulled your notebook out of your back to show him one of the sketches from your locker. Renjun took a step closer to the table as well.

He smelled like paint and freshly washed clothes. "Somebody has been putting these sketches in my locker and I was wondering if you maybe know somebody who does drawings like that?" You laid the paper down on the table so Renjun could see it better. He leaned forward over the table, his bleached pieces of hair falling into his eyes.

It was the first time you were really looking at him. You of course had seen him a bunch of times before but usually in the hallway or when he picked Jisung up from Lacrosse practice. He always seemed like he was in a rush. Like he had to be somewhere else. He looked up at you, actually looking you in the eyes for the first time. There was an uncomfortable silence for a couple of seconds before Renjun opened his mouth.

"I- I don't know. Sorry." He mumbled, stumbling over his words. You had already kind of expected that answer so you just nodded a little sad and put the sketch back to the others. "Did you keep all of them?" Renjun sounded a little surprised, looking down at the notebook in your hands. You nodded again. "They're really good." You answered like that was the only reason. You didn't know Renjun well enough to tell him that it was more than that. That they made your day better and that they made you feel better about yourself. Especially on the kind of days when you didn't feel comfortable in your own skin, when suddenly none of your clothes seemed to fit, when your thighs looked two times bigger than they did the day before and your skin had a mind of its own. Looking at the sketches helped. Seeing yourself through the eyes of another person helped.

"I could try." Renjun suddenly said making you look up at him. "Finding out who is drawing them I mean." He started playing with the ring around his finger, Jisung had the same one, while avoiding your eyes. "You don't have to Renjun. I was hoping you'd maybe know, but it's fine. I'll have to find another way." Renjun seemed to disagree, now actually looking at you again. "Seriously y/n. I mean they're probably an art major. So let me try at least. And if you don't mind then you can come by again next week. Maybe I can find him."

The handsome boy seemed suddenly very awake and quite edger to help you. There was no way you could say no to those brown eyes. "You sure?" Renjun nodded, hair flapping up and down. "So I'll just come back on Thursday? And you can tell me if you know something new?" Renjun nodded again. "Okay, then I guess we have a date." You gave him a smile that grew even wider when you saw how his cheeks turned a bright red color. "By the way, what are you drawing?"

Thursdays are the best day of the week. Yes, 7:30 was still really fucking early, and it had gotten even colder in the past weeks, your way to college now even covered in snow. But something had changed. Now Thursday was the day of the week where you got coffee after your physics class and then walked all the way over to the other side of campus just to sit in the comfy art classroom and talk to Renjun.

You were almost a little mad at Jisung for never properly introducing you to Renjun. You really enjoyed the time you spend with him. Some days you both just sat there without talking while Renjun was drawing and you were doing your homework. On other days you basically chewed the poor boy's ear off while he was just trying to finish his painting. But most of the time you were just talking with each other.

Most of your friends were studying something similar to you, but Renjun experienced the very opposite college life to yours. You had never had a lot of interest in art, but Renjun made it seem like something very special. The sketches in your locker had become more of a background topic. There was still one in your locker every day and you were still very excited about them but they had also kind of turned into an excuse so you could keep going to the art room. And hearing Renjun talk about his major or telling you about something stupid Jisung did was just way more interesting.

Today you entered the classroom at exactly 2 pm. Renjun was sitting in his usual spot, not even bothering to look up. "Hi y/n." He said, obviously focused on the canvas in front of him. He had finished the cafe picture last week and was now working on a new one, but you couldn't tell what it was yet. You walked over to put both coffees down on his table and took off your jacket. It was damp from the snow outside so you hung it on another chair. The pencil sketch looked like a night sky with a couple of trees and some mountains in the back. "What you drawing?" You asked while sitting down opposite him. "Starry night ?"

Renjuns head shot up abruptly, gaze now fixated on you. "You can't be serious y/n" He looked completely flabbergasted, like his soul had just left his body. You started laughing. "I'm sorry Renjun. That's the only famous painting I know. Well and the Mona Lisa of course." Renjun shook his head. "You're a philistine, a barbarian even. Jesus y/n where did you go to school?" "Ey don't blame my school education for my lack of interest in art. How well did your school do with teaching you math and physics huh?" You shot back, the banter already feeling too familiar. You stared at each other for a couple of seconds, his eyes twinkling with joy.

"Touche." He mumbled, turning his attention back on his painting. "You still a philistine. And I'm not drawing starry night. It's just going to be a night sky, but with watercolor." You took a sip of your coffee. "You know you could tell me that starry night was done with watercolor and I would believe you. Right ?" Renjun shook his head while adding more charcoal lines to the canvas.

"Do some physics homework. Then I can at least pretend that you're smart." You started laughing, making Renjun giggle at his own joke as well. Your heart did the same traitorous little jump it did every time Renjun laughed. Or smiled at you. Or touched you. Or waved you goodbye. You quickly shook your head, banning all thoughts into the very back of your mind. That wasn't the point of these little meetings. Aside from the fact that Jisung would probably murder you If he knew that you were falling in love with his roommate.

"And they were roommates." You mumbled to yourself, still caught up in your own thoughts. "What?" Renjun was looking at you again, this time more confused and less offended than a couple of seconds ago. "Nothing." You said quickly. "So." You cleared your throat. " How's the search for my mysterious artist going?" Renjun smiled at the canvas, not looking up at you. "I still don't know who it is. But I have a feeling that I'll know very soon." Now he had your full attention. "What? How? Is there somebody who you think it could be?" Renjun just kept smiling not answering any of your questions. "Come ooon." You whined. "You can't just leave me hanging like that. Renjuuun." The whining didn't help. "You'll know soon. I'm sure." You knew that that was the only answer that you were gonna get out of him. So you just sat back, pouted, drank your coffee, and watched Renjun as he created his next masterpiece.

You had always liked astrology class but now that you knew Renjun better you liked it even more. It was another day where you got to see the handsome boy, even though you didn't get to talk to him much during the lessons. But you actually started hanging out with him outside of the art classroom. He had joined you, Jisung, and Jay a couple of times during lunch and you started going to Jisungs place more often, staying after the taller boy had already left because you were still talking to Renjun or watching a movie. It was safe to say that at this point you were head over heels for him. You hadn't expected to like him that much. Actually, you didn't expect to like him at all. To you, he had always been just one of Jisungs friends. He had mostly male friends that were older than him and honestly most of them looked quite terrifying.

Well aside from Chenle at least. But you had never paid much attention to Renjun. He was obviously handsome, but so were weirdly most of Jisungs friends. They should become a boyband.

But Renjun surprised you. He was smart, witty, very calm but then suddenly looked like he was gonna explode in the next second. He was so incredibly talented and sweet. Flirting with him and watching his cheeks turn bright red had become your favorite activity to Renjuns and Jisungs despair but you couldn't help it.

You got up from your chair after the astrology lesson was finished. The teacher was frantically searching for all of his papers while students already stormed past his desk to leave the room. You were waiting for Jay to pack his stuff as Renjun and his friends Haechan and Jaemin walked past you. Jaemin who was first in line threw you a charming smile and kept walking, Renjun was right behind him. He smiled at you as well but stopped next to your desk. He was just about to say something when Haechan, who was talking to somebody else, walked straight into Renjun.

Both boys stumbled and the small sketchbook Renjun was holding in his arm fell to the floor. You quickly bent down to pick it up but stopped in your movement. The sketchbook had fallen open and once again you were looking at a sketch of yourself. It looked just like all the other ones that you had gotten. You picked it up, amazed by the fact that it was Renjun. You should have known. "Renjun." You said, standing straight again and looking up from the book. But he wasn't looking at you. He was already running down the few stairs, past other students and a confused Jaemin. "Renjun." You yelled after him but he didn't react, running out of the room as fast as he could.

So there you were standing with his sketchbook in your hands, yourself looking up at you. You blinked a few times, unable to process what had just happened. "Well. I guess we should have realized that quicker huh." Jay said behind you, looking over your shoulder. Haechan took a step closer to you, gently closing the book in your hands. "I guess you know where he is." He smiled, and then walked down the stairs as well, leading a still confused-looking Jaemin out of the room.

But he was right, you knew exactly where Renjun was.

The building was empty as usual, your steps echoing through the old walls. You pushed the door open, finding Renjun in his usual spot. But he wasn't looking at a painting. Both of his elbows were resting on the table in front of him, hands covering his face. "Renjun" you said carefully, trying not to scare the boy. He didn't move. He just whispered something you couldn't understand. "I have your sketchbook." You continued, clueless about what to say. On your way to the building, you had thought of a billion things that you wanted to say to him. But now that he was sitting in front of you, they had all disappeared into thin air.

You quietly walked over to him, putting down the booklet next to him. His face was still buried in his hands. "Renjun." You tried once again. "Can you please look at me?" "Are you mad?" He suddenly asked, still not looking at you. "What. No. Why would I be mad at you?" He finally raised his head. His eyes were red like he was close to crying. He looked confused and surprised at the same time. "You're not? But I, I lied to you. For quite a while. And I drew you without asking you. Arent you like I don't know crept out?" He looked so genuinely confused that you just really wanted to hug him. If he only knew.

"I mean I guess I would have liked finding out another way, but we only really got to know each other because of that. But I really really like your drawings Renjun. And I love our little dates in here. They're my favorite part of the week." Renjun stared at you for a couple of seconds, a bunch of emotions rolling over his face. "So you don't hate me?" He then asked. "No." you smiled and took his hand, rubbing your thumb over his birthmark. "Quite the opposite actually." You added carefully. You could see the second your words arrived in his head, making his eyes light up and his mouth falling open slightly.

"Does that mean I finally get to kiss you?" You laughed and nodded. Renjun leaned over, pressing his lips onto yours, silencing your laughter. "Come over here." He mumbled pulling you to his side of the table, getting up from his chair as well, connecting your lips for another kiss.

"Remind me to thank Haechan." He mumbled in between two kisses, which made you stop. "For what?" You asked. "Running into you?" "Oh no not that was the worst moment of my life." You both giggled. "But he actually but the first sketch into your locker, and I only kept going after Jisung told me that you liked it." "The fact that I now know it was you doesn't mean you have to stop putting them in my locker you know. They were the highlight of my day. So you can't just take that away from me." Renjun laughed pulling you even closer. "I'm an artist y/n. I'll need payment." "Mhmm." You mumbled. "I think I can do that."

Your lips pressed softly onto his making the boy moan against them. You couldn't help but smile against his lips. "You're so cute." You mumbled in between two kisses. His hands wandered down your sides, resting right above your hipbones where he gripped your sweater. His tongue parted your lips, demanding entrance. You both moaned as your tounges touched. Renjun pushed you against the table as you pushed your fingers into his hair.

Then his hands wandered lower, below your thighs so he could help you sit on the table. Both of you paid no mind the all the pencils and brushes falling off the table, too immersed into each other. Renjun stepped in between your legs, making you push them further apart. He pulled his lips away from yours, foreheads still connected. You were both breathing heavily. His hard dick pushing against your warm core. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked at the handsome boy in front of you. His hair was a mess, swollen lips, eyes dark and filled with longing.

"You have no idea how badly I want you." He pressed a small kiss onto your cheek. "But we can't do this in here." You gave him a cheeky smile. "Why not?" Renjun rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to pull my dick out in the art classroom y/n." You pushed yourself closer to him, mouth against his neck. "Who said you have to take it out?" You mumbled, lips never leaving his sensitive skin. You quickly moved your hands to his waistband, opening the button of his jeans. You let your left hand glide down, palming him through his jeans, while your right hand played with the band of his underwear that was peeking out from under his jeans. Renjun moaned into your hair.

"Can I?" You asked, fingertips caressing the soft skin. Renjun let out another moan of approval and you slipped your hand below his waistband. His dick was already hard but felt still soft against your skin. You carefully wrapped your hand around him making him moan yet again. "Oh fuck." His head fell against your shoulder where he left small kisses in between moans.

You slowly started moving your hand further down rubbing your thumb over his already leaking tip. He shivered against you, the small movement bringing life back into his limps. He raised his head again looking you straight in the eyes. They were shining with lust which send a hot shiver down your spine.

"You're gonna kill me." he mumbled before he raised both hands to your shoulders. He carefully started pulling down the soft fabric of your big knitted sweater, revealing more and more skin to him. You nodded to his asking look and he pulled it further down your shoulder, revealing the lace bra you were wearing underneath. Renjun let out jet another moan before he pressed a kiss onto the fabric making you moan as well. Your hand kept moving in his pants, making his dick grow larger and larger, while his mouth kept liking over the light blue fabric of your bra, tinting it dark. His left hand started drawing circles over your neglected nipple, his other hand wandering down your side again, this time halting on your butt, squeezing the soft skin. His right hand now pushed down the lacey fabric until your boob was completely uncovered. He removed his mouth from your other nipple so he could look at you. He rubbed his thumb over the sensitive skin making you moan loudly.

Renjun smiled and pushed the other cup down as well. He gave you a cocky smile that disappeared as soon as you wrapped your hand more tightly around his dick. His hand now left your nipple, moving down your body until it reached the waistband of your leggings. You gave him another nod as his eyes asked for permission and he slipped his hand into your panties. His fingers quickly found the wet folds. Renjun cursed again, pushing his fingers in between them while you were still moving your hand up and down his dick. He carefully pushed a finger against your entrance, drawing small circles against the sensitive skin, before he finally pushed it inside of you. You threw your head back at the feeling and Renjun used the moment to pull one of your nipples back into his mouth while still caressing your insides with his soft finger.

Your hand his pants started moving quicker, both of you now completely caught up in each other. He slowly pushed another finger inside of you, both of you moaning simultaneously. "You're so fucking tight." He mumbled, lips still around your nipple. His dick was now completely hard in your hand, making it impossible for you to wrap it around him. You started rubbing your thumb over his tip again making him shake against you. He took your nipple in between his teeth and pulled on it making you scream. Renjun let go a giggled slightly, the fingers inside of you still moving relentlessly. "We're still in public baby." He smiled pressing a quick kiss onto your lips. "We'll then make me come so we can go to my apartment and you can make me scream as much as you want." You whispered back, completely aware of what your words did to Renjun.

His mouth went back to your chest without another word, his finger pumping in and out of you making obscene noises. His palm was pressing against your clit making you moan over and over again. You could feel his dick starting to pulsate in your hand while you also felt the heat rise in your stomach. "I'm gonna cum." You said, or screamed not in control of your own body anymore. Renjuns fingers moved even quicker, him moaning against your skin as well. He sucked your nipple into his mouth once again and your orgasm washed over you. With your free hand, you pushed his head closer to your chest. Your body was shaking while Renjun now caressed your clit with his thumb, making your orgasm even more intense.

Still shaking you could feel Renjun coming as well. Face buried in your chest, he whined loudly as he emptied his dick into your hands and his boxer shorts. You both kept caressing each other for a couple more seconds. You could have fallen asleep right on the spot, after the best orgasm you had ever had and with Renjuns skin still against yours.

Renjun carefully pulled his hand out of your pants. He couldn't help but stare at the glistening fingers, pushing one into his mouth so he could taste you. He could have come on the spot once again. You moaned at Renjuns face, pulling your hand out of his pants as well. You mirrored his actions, licking some of his cum off of your own fingers. You both just stared at each other, amazed by what had just happened.

You looked at him like you could read his thoughts, like you knew every little thing that was going on in his head. You gave him a sly smile. "You gonna draw me like one of your french girls?" You asked now with clean fingers. Renjun tried really hard not to think too much about what you just did. He let out a huff of air and took a step back to pull up his pants properly, trying to ignore the sticky feeling of his underwear.

"No." He mumbled while also pulling your sweater back into place, pressing a quick kiss against your soft lips. "But If you ask really nice I might try and paint 'starry night' onto your bedroom ceiling."

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[one-blaze-of--glory]

*brain is dead but let's do an introduction*

Uh well hi there, person who's currently reading this

Firstly go read my pronouns page: https://en.pronouns.page/@FelixFlame

Great now you know more personal details about me than you probably should!

Anyways my interests and hyperfixations:

-broadway musicals (mostly Falsettos/the Marvin trilogy and Into the woods at the moment)

-some movie musicals (The prom, Tick tick boom, 2021 West side story)

-Encanto

-Monkey Island video games

-Archie comics and that one cartoon series based on it, but not riverdale

-modern cartoons (The owl house, Kipo, She-ra 2018, Atla, Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, Hilda)

-Pokemon

- cats (as in the animal not the weird musical)

I'm currently in a relationship with the wonderful @forest-the-tree but I also have a very solid list of celebrity crushes you do not wish to hear about but definitely will. Mainly Andrew Rannells. Bless that guy.

Dni if any of these apply to you: homophobic, transphobic/terf, misogynistic, racist, antisemite, ableist,islamophobe, biphobic or any kind of lgbt+ exclusionist. If any of these apply and you still interact I will immediately block and possibly report you.

Disclaimers:

-I am a minor. If I go to your profile and the first thing I see is porn, you're getting blocked. It doesn't matter if you're a person or a bot. I may seem horny on main but not that type of horny.

-if I do anything bad or problematic shoot me a dm or an ask even if on anon. I won't bite but please don't yell at me, you can tell me your thoughts in a nice way without calling me six different swear words including slurs and not turning caps lock off even for a second.

-I am a firm believer of only judging people for things they should be judged for. By this I mean even if someone is a horrible person don't ever call them slurs, don't body shame them and if don't judge them for choices that are NOT harmful. Doing so not only takes attention away from the real reason they're horrible but also makes people who are similar in something harmless feel bad. I know I phrased this weirdly so if you don't understand anything I said here you can ask.

-I am autistic and possibly have anxiety, adhd and imposter syndrome. I'm only diagnosed with autism but I self diagnose as the rest. Also I am very emotionally attached to my comforts and hyperfixations so don't say mean stuff about them unprompted because I would like to once again bring up the fact that I'm allowed to block anyone who makes me uncomfortable.

-I have an awful attention span, please don't expect me to update fanfiction or draw fanart consistently and often, I barely make it out alive in school. That being said, here's my ao3:

And finally some cool people you should follow:

@forest-the-tree @gayitalianfish @quillsink @vive-la-revolution @mina-thb-with-no-caps @imgaybut @remithelitteralrat @queenbottomless @stressedsnake

[fayeimara]

Meant To Be Series || One For Every Billion

1. Operation: Meet Shiratorizawa

*Both written and SMAU parts this epsiode*

You hear the familiar sound as you open the door and look inside the gym. The Shiratorizawa campus is definitely impressive but nothing feels more familiar than walking into a strange gym filled with mostly strangers. Back home or a world away, volleyball is the same, perfect sport.

"Y/nnnnnn!"

You're smiling wide before you even lock eyes with your favourite redhead. "Tendou!"

Your greeting is muffled in a bear hug to beat all bear hugs and you can't help but laugh as you wrap your arms around your cousin's best friend.

"I am glad you could make it." Toshi is standing behind Tendou with a small smile and you pull away to give him a hug too.

"Let us introduce you to coach first, and then you can meet the others."

"Sounds good!"

The three of you walk over to the side where a small elderly man is scowling at the players on the court and when Toshi introduces you, you follow what you know of polite customs here and bow at the waist in greeting, "Thank you for having me!"

"I hear you play as a setter for a premier league."

Yeah, Tendou and Toshi weren't lying about his intimidating demeanor, but you're unfazed. You've dealt with some like him and they're good leaders in their own way.

"Yes, sir."

"You're quite short for your age."

You blink. You're pretty sure you're the average height for girls your age. You're definitely on or above average in your league even though you're not as tall as your hitters. Okay, cheeky, it is.

"Yes, sir. I hear that sometimes from opponents before we play. Not so much after a game, however, if at all." Tendou starts chuckling only to muffle it when the coach's sharp gaze locks onto him for a moment before focusing back on the court.

"Is that so." He finally looks over, making eye contact and drawing out the silence for a few quiet seconds. "Well, height isn't critical for a setter, though it's an asset."

"Yes, sir." You have to bite the inside of your cheek so you don't push it. You're aware of his status and tenure, after all. To someone like him, kids your age with a little cheeky boldness and confidence can be surprising and impressive. Too much is disrespectful and you're still a guest here at the end of the day.

He looks back at the team and you do startle a bit when he barks out, "Did I say it was time for a break?!"

Looking over to the court, you finally realize the practice game has all but stopped. You meet several wide eyed, disbelieving stares before they jolt back into motion.

Tendou and Toshi leave you there to rejoin their teammates with a grimace and a nod, respectively. You just smile blandly and take a seat next to their coach.

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By the time Coach Washijo blows the whistle for the end of their practice, you've got a clipboard on your lap with notes and the begrudging respect of the ornery man beside you. Yes, you know your shit when it comes to volleyball and you didn't hesitate to use your knowledge to impress. You have a feeling he'll be taking a look at the link you wrote down to your national games at some point given the observations you pointed out. Mission: Success.

As the boys are grabbing water and towels and gathering around, Coach locks eyes with you once again to study you as you smile politely back at him, waiting for what he's chewing over. "You can visit again."

And then he stands to address his team before heading over to his office and leave them to clean up.

You look away from his retreating figure and, oh my, that's a lot of eyes on you. Why do athletes look so pretty? You smile wider and stand to introduce yourself, "Hello. I'm L/n, Y/n, Toshi's cousin. Nice to meet you all and thank you for having me here for this practice."

You bow and they start stuttering and speaking over each other while Tendou laughs, knowing you're also teasing a little. They're clearly flustered so it takes the edge of your own nerves and your smile relaxes into something a little easier.

"Wow.. that was.. different. I've never seen anyone interact with Coach like that." You look over to an ash haired boy, oh hello- "I'm Eita Semi. Nice to meet you.”

He sounds a little brusque.. hmm. He's their setter and knowing Toshi and Tendou...

"Semi-san, your sets... they really show your love for volleyball."

His mouth drops, hopefully in surprise, but you also hope you didn't say anything too forward? You know it's pretty different here and some things like feelings aren't used as carelessly in conversation but.. he's blushing. Oh no.

You try to correct, just in case, "I mean, I hope it's not presumptuous or inappropriate to say! I'm lucky to call myself a setter too, so from one to another, I just wanted to say I can see how much fun you have and it's inspiring!"

Okay, now Tendou is literally dying of laughter, bent over grabbing his stomach but you can see his face and yeah, he literally looks like the emoji that's crying with laughter. And- what?! Even Toshi is smiling a little, he knows that under your calm and playful exterior there's an impulsive, reckless storm.

Semi raises his hand up to the back of his head and you swear he's full on blushing. Okay, yeah, no, you're good. It might sound cruel but when you see people more embarrassed or flustered than you, usually, you find your own equilibrium steadies in response.

"That's- uh- thanks! I hear you're incredible. I mean, as a setter. I- Thanks."

The rest of the team has been looking on and slowly amusement and excitement is like a wave that slides across their features. One of his teammates hits Semi across the back, knocking him forward a bit, while teasing him about compliments from a pretty girl. But you politely pretend not to hear and focus on some of the other members as they start asking you about yourself and answering your return questions about each of them.

I think we can call Operation: Meet Shiratorizawa a success, you think, happily satisfied with the people your dear cousin has to call his teammates and friends.

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Behind The Scenes!

-Toshi is not directly related to Y/n but they might as well be brother and sister for how close they are

-He’s actually her (bear with me, please) dad’s brother’s sister-in-law’s son : Her uncle’s wife is an Ushijima - so her aunt by marriage is sister to Toshi’s mom.. I’m sorry, am I making any sense?

-Their mutual cousins will appear in the story, you’ve already seen their profiles in Family Matters: Kazuya, Akira, and Akari

-Tendou has known Y/n as long as he’s known Toshi and treats her like a cross between best friend and older brother, which means he’s sometimes mean, always teasing, and he will smack, cut, bury a bitch if they hurt her

A/N: Two things.. 1) I absolutely love Ushijima, I find he's seriously underrated. Although I guess I’m guilty here too because he’s Y/n’s family instead of a love interest 😔 If anyone ever wants to see a Toshi fic, let me know, I’ll do my best to work on his characterization 2) CHARACTERIZATION... guys, I’ve wondered this with all the HQ characters I’ve incorporated so far, but.. I don’t know if I’m hitting anywhere close to what they might actually be like in the scenarios I put them in?? So I apologize in advance, and profusely, for all the HQ characters that turn out not quite.. the way they should lol. The writing kinda sorta maybe gets away from me all the time 😅

I lied, there's a third.. I know I've made several posts on days that I've posted so far, and while I do hope to be consistent with a steady couple posts a week (particularly concerning this fic, or rather, not including other fics and stuff I might decide to post as I get more comfortable here), I may not always be able to deliver the same amount of content as I a) am still slowly getting a handle on the social media aspect and how to smoothly deliver it; and b) catch up to where I'm at in the story. So I just want you all to know, I really appreciate your patience with me <3