#i drew this a few days ago but idc

[happyvoltz]

stupids

[lemongogo]

they should get to kill each other at least twice .i think

[porcelainvino]

wow i can’t believe they invented gay people

[cyandreamz]

☆ Franziska and Klavier wearing J-fashion ☆

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A few days ago I thought about how it's been forever since I drew j-fashion but I still wanted to draw ace attorney fanart. So than I decided to just combine the two ideas!

First I drew Franziska, I was going to draw her in Gothic lolita but than I remember old school lolita was a thing, and did that instead, because I love how cute it looks! I highly doubt she would ever wear this style in canon (it'd probably feel far too childish for her, especially considering what she wore as a child) but idc, it was fun to draw XD, as I enjoyed designing the dress (after looking at like 10 or so refs) and settling on how I wanna draw her face in my art style

Than I drew Klavier in rokku gyaru/gyaruo style, or at least tried to. I don't think it's as accurate as I'd like to both the character and the fashion style :/ but, that makes sense since it's my first time drawing Klavier and, I haven't drawn rokku gyaru style a ton. On the positive I had more fun drawing his funky hair thingy than I thought I would :-D

[sincerely-sofie]

I’d always love to see any more scraps of dadnoir content sofie🥺👉🏻👈🏻drawn or written, idc, and any concept would do—but maybe him sitting down and helping Twig’s learning to read or him ending up ironically being the person she goes to when she’s emotionally overwhelmed and needs to sit in companionable silence for a while without pressure to talk about it? Maybe eventually she gets comfortable enough with him to accidentally nap in the curve of his arm agains this side and Grovyle or Ark happens upon them and he just gives them this deathly look like “don’t you dare wake her but also never breathe a word of this to anyone”…idk I just have so many feelings for how you portray them🥹

Bone app the teeth!

Twig wasn't one who found it easy to stomach silence— Dusknoir knew this all too well. He couldn't put a number to all the times a conversation would begin to lull and Twig would pipe up with some additional comment to prolong it. In the discussions he'd have with Twig where he tried to help her work through her struggles, a surefire way to have her speak what was really on her mind was to go quiet and allow her to fill the silence herself. He didn't know why she hated moments of quiet so deeply, but it was a noticeable quirk of hers. 

She and Darkrai stopped by the home he shared with Grovyle and Celebi to pay a visit, and it was immediately obvious upon their arrival that the woman was exhausted. She didn't look physically tired— not more than was typical for her, at least— but something clearly wore on her as she smiled and made pleasant conversation. He would have liked to offer her a listening ear, and even though the tangible fragility of her happy front warded him off from offering it directly, he hoped that she would catch on to his unspoken invitation when he excused himself from the conversation to sit in the garden. 

Thankfully, just a few minutes later, he heard the back door creak open, then click shut, and Twig came into view as she stepped into the garden. 

Dusknoir was seated on a bench that stood in the furthest corner of the raised beds and trellises. Twig wordlessly sat down beside him, tail burning low with nervous, pink flame.

“Would you like to speak on what's troubling you?” He asked. 

“Not really,” she answered. 

He hummed. “Alright.”

Silence fell. Dusknoir allowed it. To his surprise, Twig didn't rush to fill the space with nervous chatter. She just sat still beside him, slumped against the back of the bench, tail curled around her feet as she tucked her legs against her chest, watching the plants in the garden sway back and forth in the gentle breeze. For the first time in his entire time knowing her, Twig seemed grateful for the quiet. She closed her eyes and sighed, and he could nearly hear the world fall from her shoulders as she let out that breath. 

Time passed in continued, silent company. Dusknoir found himself lost in the peaceful scenery, letting his mind wander. He considered his plans for the next day, what recipes he could adjust and with what ingredients… He didn't notice Twig's gradual shift to lean against him until her tail changed hues to a peach-toned flame and drew his eye, confused. 

Oh. She'd fallen asleep. 

A memory shot through him like a lightning bolt— the first night Twig had fallen asleep around him, and how it was a complete accident on her part. She had refused to sleep for days on end after he, Grovyle, and Celebi arrived in her era because she didn't trust him not to harm them, instead keeping a constant watch over her friends until she couldn't stay awake any longer. That had been years ago— the foundation of the hazy truce now between them only being laid when Twig jolted awake the following morning to find her patchwork family still alive and well. She might have overcome her wariness of sleeping around him after that, but she certainly hadn't ever felt so comfortable as to fall asleep at his side. 

Warily, he shifted to put his arm around her to help hide her from the growing chill when the breeze picked up. The pink tint to her tail’s flame gave way to a content, golden orange. He let out a quiet laugh at that, disbelieving and honored in equal parts. 

Some time later, Darkrai exited the house, casting confused glances around and no doubt looking for where Twig had disappeared to for the past hour. The predictable anxiety he developed when away from her was something Dusknoir could place winning bets on. Raising a hand and waving to catch his attention, Dusknoir jerked his head to indicate where Twig was slumped against his side when he approached. Darkrai stopped short at that, impassible expression twitching in some half-formed flicker of emotion, and gave Dusknoir a brief nod. He then turned back to the house, disappearing from view. 

They didn't see eye-to-eye on much. Dusknoir was grateful they could find some common ground when it came to Twig's deplorable sleeping habits. Regrettably, she woke herself up not long after that with a particularly sharp snore, but the point still stood.

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Had the realization that I haven't posted any art in awhile bc the only art I've actually finished lately is comic stuff, so here's a little sketch dump from the last few weeks :]

Here's the first of like three pages of zeph sketches lol. Maybe they can have a little bit of a funny little time skip redesign. As a treat <3

Would you believe me if I told you all of these were also Zeph. Earlier in the same story arc.

This is the last Zeph one okay moving on

Herobrine and also rainy day IDTA sketch

"It's rotten work" "Not to me, not if it's you" vibe on Sylvia and Lav

The Worst Man (Alphonse Paxton)

Some sketches of Warren, Sage, and Vera IDC I did to reacquaint myself with their designs before I worked on a specific portion of the comic. Also to have something low stress to do while 8th graders were touring the school.

Maybe possibly redrawing this thing (if you know you know) for a third year in a row except at some point the guy in this drawing stopped being Eret and honestly I'm just going along with it

And some hermit sketches I did a few weeks ago. I think this might be the only time I've like properly drawn Doc. I think I drew part of him from behind in an illustration a while ago but I've never actually designed him so that was fun. Also return of my beloved X design <3

[sunnyblur]

Wholesome experiences with my colleague

A few days ago, my mom promised to pick me up from work and never showed up. At this point I missed the last bus and I was stranded in the rain. I was about to start crying when my coworker saw me and offered me a ride. We'd discovered that we both enjoyed sleeping with sirens. She turned to me and gave me a mischievous shit eating grin and said "I know what will cheer you up" and she began blasting sleeping with sirens in her weed smelling car (what a vibe) on our way home.

She still ships Kellin and Vic, which I find a little... ehhh? But I drew her this as a joke and she was on the floor wheezing

Another wholesome thing. Sometimes while we're prepping for the day (we work at an after school and need to plan curriculum) I'll just go over to her and show her stupid PTV and SWS memes. I'll just say "hey" while holding in a snicker, and silently turn my phone around with a stupid grin on my face.

(Idc if there's any spelling errors. I'm posting this using the mobile user interface.)

[haemosexuality]

heres an absurdly long post of me talking ab magnus archives characters and how i imagine them

FIRST OFF. i spent hours making and editing a height chart for them. i used this site. also ik being over 185 cms isnt that common but idc ab the rules its fun making characters who r diff. helen appears in this 3 times (normal helen, distortion helen and helen after the eyepocalypse. she just kept growing ig). annabelle also got a fear god growth spurt, she wasnt that tall before getting spidered

ok so jon!! up there that was s1 jon, so heres what he looked like throughout the seasons

in order, s2 3 4 and five

this isnt rlly a fancast but i imagine jon as taika waititi. bc idk. i was thinking ab him someday and i looked at his hair and went BLACKBEARD???? and i like doing """fancasts"""

here's season 5 martin, and seasons 2-3 tim

daisy most often looks like she just got out of a fight against a rabid wolf, but heres her when she has to look like. professional. and also her in the buried. also i hc her as early 40's, and w a fair amount of grey hair (as u can see by my beautiful editing), esp after the stress of being buried alive for 8 months. i didnt make her hair grey on the first one below but pretend i did

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melanie!! up there was her s1-2-3 look, but here's Ghost Bullet melanie (early s4), and during the apocalypse

being influenced by the fear god of sudden incredible violence made her not care much ab dying her hair so it just faded into stained bleach. F. and she saved her head (actually, georgie shaved it for her) a bit after blinding herself. would hair grow in the apocalypse??? no clue but anyways, on the topic of her blinding herself: obv im not an expert, but i googled it a bit and i think that w the damage shed done to her eyes shed probably need to get them completely removed, and between the time of her blinding herself and the world ending itd be enough time for her to get the bandages taken off after surgery but not enough time that shed have prosthetics made, shed probably have temporary plastic prosthetics on instead. like this:

also the freckles+worm scars on the picrew are supposed to be acne. heres some melanies i drew

that was a lot ab melanie i just rlly like my idea of her usdiwweif shes fun to imagine. i also like my basira a lot tho i dont have anything else to show ab her, she looks pretty much the same through the whole show. a few days ago tho i was watching Hannibal and i realized that the way i imagine basira is pretty much just, jack crawford is he was a woman. which made me mad bc i hate that guy so much. anyways

ive also drawn gerry!! in my head he looks like this

more gertrudes, only bc im slightly annoyed that the tma picrew didnt have the specific haircut i imagined her having (at least at her time of death, ik she got described as having her hair on a bun at some point). also, young gertrude (70's)!!

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DOOR WIFE!!! the og post was fully-distortion helen, but here's helen classic Before she got spiral'd and her in that middle phase where her humanity still kept showing up

also, for some reason i imagine helen exactly like greyson from arcane. so this is her ig

uni jongeorgie!! i think ab them so often they are everything to me. jon has dressed like a 80 yr old granpa since he was like 7 and that has never changed. buzzcut georgie real. i love them

picrews are done so heres some more "fancasts": lupita nyong'o as annabelle, and juliana paes as manuela dominguez. again these arents rlly fancasts its just ppl i use as reference when imagining the characters ajahsjshdw

ok this is all (also i hit the image limit). i dont think anyone read all this but if u did Hi. also Why. also id love to talk ab how u imagine tma characters if u want to!! or ab tma in general i am obsessed. this post features 26 different people and out of those 17 are dead, 6 Might be dead, and 3 are def for sure alive. isnt that great

The Magnus Archives Is A Podcast

[mildcicada]

And I'll leave once I figure out how to pay for my own life too

[dudeandduchess]

Your Kyojuro imagines are absolutely amazing! You have a great writing style, and put so much detail into everything. Pure gold! I hope you don't mind me asking, but could I request a Kyojuro x reader too? Maybe him falling for a time travel reader form the future? (whether its accidental travel or not idc) Please and thank you. Gonna go back to binging your work now, hope your day has been good 💕

Hello, bby! Thank you so, so much! I’m so flattered that you think of my writing like that. Ahhhh! Ooh, I don’t mind at all. I hope you like it! I may or may not have cried while writing this.

***

Kyōjurō with a Time Traveling Reader (SFW Scenario):

Warning: Angst. Bittersweet (???) Ending

Out of all the places that she could have been on a weekend, the last place she expected to have been dragged to was the Shinto graveyard where her family’s plot resided.

It had been years since she last visited the grim burial site, and for good reason: she didn’t like being surrounded by so much negative energy. Souls tended to cling tightly to her, especially when they knew that she could see them.

And that was the last thing she wanted to happen. Not again; not after the last incident where a spirit followed her home.

However, no matter how much she wanted to tell her mother that she wasn’t interested in cleaning up her ancestors’ graves, she couldn’t. Because she wanted to keep her head, thank you very much.

So, when (Y/n) finally arrived at her family’s burial plot, the first thing she noticed was the ornate box that rested at the foot of the obelisk. “What’s with the box?”

“Oh that. Another family gave it to us years ago. Apparently, their great-great-great uncle wanted someone from our clan to have it,” Her mother answered flippantly, before beginning to unload all of the cleaning supplies she’d brought in her bag.

All throughout the day, the young woman listened to her mother hem and haw at the most trivial topics. They cleaned every inch of the grave, but all the while she kept looking back at the box and consistently thought about what it could have held inside.

“What’s inside? Did you check?” She asked once more, when she couldn’t take the curiosity burning inside her.

It was as if the contents of the box kept calling out to her. So she had to know what was in it. Something was compelling her to open it, but she wasn’t going to defile a family heirloom if the contents would have been something not worthy of her time.

“Oh, just a very eccentric, flame-like haori... and a letter to an unnamed woman,” The older (L/n) answered with a smile. “Whomever that woman was in our family, she was one lucky girl. To have someone love you that much... not even your father was as sweet.”

A flame-like haori? She had never seen one before, but something deep in her mind told her that she had. In some other place, and a completely different time, she had seen someone who wore that haori with pride.

But why did she feel like that? She was just twenty-one; on the cusp of becoming twenty-two. Surely the earliest signs of aging didn’t come in until thirty five.

“Can I have a look at it?” She ended up asking her mother.

And when her mother nodded her assent, (Y/n) immediately took the box into her lap and lifted the lid.

Lo and behold, the sight of a neatly folded haori greeted her eyes. She carefully lifted it out of the box, as the cloth looked to be worn down— even in its pristine condition; as pristine as it could get, anyway.

But the moment she had completely unfurled it, everything went black.

***

And when she came to, she was not in a graveyard anymore.

Instead, high wooden beams greeted her when she opened her eyes. She was also tucked beneath a thick comforter— and in place of the jeans and shirt that she wore was a yukata.

“Oh good, you’re finally awake. Please stay where you are. I’ll call aniki,” A little boy with the craziest eyebrows that she’d ever seen— who couldn’t have been more than ten— greeted her happily.

Even though his eyebrows were the initial things that garnered her attention, her mind lingered on his term: ‘Aniki’.

Was she somehow kidnapped by a gang? Her family wasn’t rich, nor did she have a highly sought-after job, so it was highly unlikely for a gang to take interest in her.

But before she could sit upright and call out to the kid, he was already gone. And when he came back, he had with him a man who looked so handsome that he made (Y/n)’s mouth go dry.

The enigmatic man looked too handsome for words, and the smile that played at his lips only served to add more to his charm.

It didn’t take a genius to know that he’d immediately caught her attention: hook, line, and sinker.

“Who are you? What am I doing here? Did you kidnap me? What do you want from me? And what in the world are you wearing? Are you a soldier?” Her questions flew at rapid pace from her lips, which the man received with ease. His smile never even faltered, while his brother slowly hid behind him.

“One question at a time, beautiful flower.” In any other setting, the words would have made her swoon, but it just further threw (Y/n) through a loop.

“One minute I was cleaning a grave with my mother, and the next I’m here. But where exactly is here?”

“Here? You’re in Matsusaka.”

The young woman’s eyes almost bugged out of her head at that. “How did I get here? I was in Sendai earlier! What did you do?”

That seemed to bring pause to her host’s thoughts, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he mulled her words over in his mind. “I found you unconscious in the middle of a rice field. A cow was eating your hair.”

Immediately, (Y/n) ran a hand through her hair, only to notice that it was noticeably choppier than before. “W-what about my clothes. What did you do to my clothes?”

“You were already wearing that yukata when I found you.”

A sigh of relief crossed the woman’s lips, because she could rest assured that no one had changed her in her sleep. Unless her apparent savior was lying.

But after careful explanation, (Y/n) finally found out that she wasn’t only transported miles away from her home, but to an entirely different era. From the Reiwa Era, she had been thrown back to the Taishō Era.

Her concerns were immediately made more evident to her, like how to get home, and how to tell her mother that she was fine, and where to begin with the search for getting back home.

But her greatest dilemma was something that she didn’t want to admit outright: she was falling in love with the man who’d saved her— Rengoku Kyōjurō.

He was everything she’d ever wanted in a man, and so much more. On top of that, he was kind enough to let her stay at his home— even though his father was very leery of her.

Despite all of that though, he still treated her like she was something to truly behold. He always reminded her to get some rest whenever she got tired, and he would constantly send her letters when he was away.

It was his handsome façade that drew her to him at first, but it was ultimately his caring nature that made her feelings stay.

And more often than not, she always found them acting like lovers. She knew that it was unwise to have kept acting that way, but she couldn’t resist.

It had started with simple lingering touches, until it escalated into hand holding, then kissing... and then so much further than that. She’d given him all that there was to her, yet they had never confirmed their feelings.

There was just a mutual understanding between them. Because both of them knew that (Y/n) would eventually have to leave.

(Y/n) knew that it was wrong of her to do so, but she found herself wishing to never return to her old life— if it meant growing old and building a family with Kyōjurō.

But one night, (Y/n) was awoken to an ill feeling in her gut. She immediately sat upright, which woke Kyōjurō from his own slumber.

Her throat was tight, and her heart felt like it was being held in a vise-like grip. The edges of her vision were turning blurry with the lack of oxygen in her lungs, but she tried to push through the feeling— and failed.

Something inside her told her that that was it; it was time for her to leave.

It wasn’t even the physical pain that had her breaking down in tears, all while Kyōjurō held her in his arms. He picked her up gently, and was about to run out of the house to take her somewhere... anywhere that could help her, but he was brought to a halt when the bitter realization dawned on him:

No one would know how to help (Y/n).

It was the first time in Kyōjurō’s life that he’d felt helpless; and it wasn’t a good feeling at all. Especially when the woman in his arms started to slowly fade away; as if she was never meant to exist in his world.

Because that was the truth. She didn’t belong in his time. She never did.

He couldn’t even tell her that he loved her.

He didn’t even realize that he was crying, until he opened his mouth to speak and all that came out was a strangled sob.

But it was too late for him to say the words, because (Y/n) was no longer in his arms.

***

When (Y/n) came to, she had found herself clutching the flame-like haori to her chest, as tears streamed down her cheeks.

And with one shaky hand, she let go of the aged cloth to pick up the neatly folded letter that had fallen to the floor.

Part of her didn’t want to open it knowing that it had always been meant for her, but another part of her wanted to read her beloved Kyōjurō’s words. She wanted to know what he had to say.

So she opened the frayed piece of paper, and what she read brought more tears to her eyes.

Hello My Beautiful Flower,

Wipe those tears away, my love. Please. I’ve always loved seeing your smile; so please, smile for me. After all, it’s what has gotten me through my days ever since that night.

I’m a man with very few regrets, but the one thing I’ve regretted the most was not telling you how much I loved you. From the very first moment I saw you in that field, I knew I was in trouble of falling so deeply for you.

Please, always remember that wherever you might be... and wherever we both may end up, I will always be with you. I promise you that I will always look after you, wherever my next life takes me.

Whether it takes me my next life, or my next hundred lives, I will always come back to you. Because my heart is eternally yours. You keep the flame inside me burning so strongly.

Our time together may have been short, but my love for you transcends time and space; and it will always remain that way.

Forever Yours,

Kyōjurō

[harvestdew]

What's kiki's relationship with Abigail and Shane like? You have them listed as her besties on her reference ( though it might be a smidge outdated, since you mentioned that her favorite gift is tulips and hated gift is jojo cola on the baker kiki npc post and it's different on tge ref?)

i was gonna draw smthing in response to this but i’m getting busier so i figured i’ll just write out a response if that’s okay w/ you! i’m probably gonna ramble too cause i really like shane and abigail (I’M SORRY i’ll definitely put it under a read more so my followers can ignore this

so it is a teensy bit outdated only bc way i was rushing on the loves vs. hate portion of her reference. honestly i just think tulips are cute and also i developed a backstory for her revolving around how much she hates joja AFTER i made her so i only realized she hates their products then. i still think her besties are the same would be the same except i’d add sam 

ANYWAY if it wasn’t obvious kiki is just drawn to people who are closed off like haley or sebastian. i like dynamics where introverts are bothered by extroverts and opposites attract i’m sorry again

kiki + shane friendship

kiki first noticed shane walking out of the jojamart she habitually avoids and deduced he worked there

having his 2 heart event confirmed that so they were able to bond over a mutual hatred joja - his situation reminds her a bit of her dad since he worked for joja before he... died (which i alluded to a few asks ago) 

i'm gonna try not to reveal much about her past since i wanna illustrate it but they bear a lot of similarities in terms of depression

like in the 2 heart event he talks about feeling like failing and not being strong enough, etc. and she gets it b/c that’s why she moved to pelican town too

it’s more like she understands he needs emotional support as opposed to ppl feeding into his insecurities and encouraging bad habits

it’s NOT a friendship where he is constantly leaning on her. i don’t want a codependent friendship to form

like her friendship with haley they’re supposed to be mutually emotionally supportive of each other and help each other grow

while she encourages shane to get help, he’s encouraging HER to also get help instead of layering all her problems under a happy-go-lucky persona

as close as she is to say haley (her #1 best friend imo), i still think shane was actually the one who saw through the whole purely ^_^ part of her for a lack of better words 

he could tell she was faking being happy (not that her personality is an entire farce, but all the time would be unrealistic)

he was probably rude enough to say it to her face. but you know when they became friends it became more of a “idc why you ran away but you’re my friend and this is a problem that will inevitably lead to a mental collapse, kiki” 

on a lighter note though he used visit the farm habitually because he didn’t trust her enough to take care of the chickens in her new coop for a while

now he just comes over b/c they’re friends and all and also he accidentally got too attached to her chickens since he watched them grow up

they might not have a ton in common but i think she tries really hard to watch stuff like gridball with him even though she fucking hates gridball

abigail + kiki friendship

i have NOT thought about this one a lot i am so sorry i’m a dumb lesbian when i first played sdv i wanted to marry abigail off the bat solely b/c she was a cute gamer who owned a sword. i have high standards for men so i have to make up all sorts of shit to find sebastian bearable but women can do anything and they’re perfect

whatever i still think they’re besties. if she’s dating sebastian, she probably hangs out with abigail and sam by extension. their friendship isn’t as heavy as her friendship with shane but it doesn’t make it less significant to her

also if you recall that one haley comic i did. i actually drew abigail at first but decided i wanted haley

even if kiki didn’t tell abigail about anything that happened to her in zuzu city she drops by pierre’s so much that she visits abigail a LOT. it’s even easier to visit abigail than haley sometimes

i stole this from my friend amal but i also like thinking abigail gives the friends that will let her platonic cheek kisses and kiki is one of them b/c she loves them so much abigail is so cute

and they do it in front of pierre LOL they clown him so much cause he’s such a conservative

kiki intentionally jokes about stealing abigail from him by marrying her (with abigail’s permission) which tbh is a homage to her being the first person i wanted to marry

like kiki still does it to pierre while dating sebastian because yeah pierre knows it couldn’t happen but she just likes making him mad. sebastian gives a fuck either because he hates pierre too

i hate pierre i’m sorry

when emily’s too busy abigail helps her redye her hair when her roots start to show. i know apparently abigail’s hair is naturally purple but abigail just thinks it’s fun

and of course she brings abigail to the easier levels in the mines. they practice sword skills together but abigail picks them up so quickly that kiki swears abigail will surpass her one day. it’s also nice to have abigail back her up when she needs to mine ore. she brings abigail more than sebastian because abigail can handle herself 

someone please ask me about one of these for haley too. i swear i have a lot more thoughts on her friendship w/ haley. but on that note thanks for sending me this ask! i needed to decompress with oc junk

[moondustaeil]

efflorescent , Huang Renjun

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⋅  genre : fluff , if renjun was a genre then the genre is renjun

⋅  characters : Renjun x reader

⋅  word count : 1.4k drabble

⋅  hello : this is a weird concept, but idc

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⠀ summary

⋅ Through your childhood, you and Renjun would always draw on each other, acting as if the two of you had soulmate tattoos. Even in your young teenage years, when the two of you fell in love, you would draw flowers on each other. Your relationship bloomed like a flower, and the soulmate tattoos you’d always dreamed of, finally become reality.

“Practice on the banana before you do it on me” Renjun shouted the moment he saw you coming closer with the handmade stick ‘n poke ‘machine.’ You sighed deeply and rolled your eyes at the behavior of your boyfriend. “You’re kidding me right?” you asked, giving him a semi-annoyed look. Why did you have to practice on a damn banana?

Renjun shook his head a couple of times, making it very clear that he wasn’t kidding. “No, practice on the banana, I don’t want my flower to look like a dick because of your so-called talent,” He said, although the words sounded harsh, it was Renjun speech: half kidding, half serious, 100% savage and not one spark of innocence. “Oh c’mon, I used to draw that flower when we went to school together, you loved it back then and you’ll love it now,” You said. But seeing Renjun pointing at the banana made you sigh deeply and just go for the practice round first. 

“My soulmate is so sweet” You muttered under your breath as you pretended to only molest the banana more with your tattooing skills, a pout forming onto your lips. The words made Renjun laugh, he moved over to you and rested his head on your shoulder to watch your little surgery on the banana, if a banana lived then it surely would have gone to hell now. “Did I convince you of my skills, sir?” You asked and turned your head slightly to be able to see him.

Renjun pretended to think for a couple of seconds, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips once the debate in his mind was over. “You did, I’ve never seen that kind of talent,” he told you jokingly, speaking against your lips as he didn’t feel like letting your lips drift apart. After a few more short lip kisses, you were the one who withdrew first.

You got your materials and threw the banana somewhere in the corner of the room, too bad that it would rot as it otherwise could have been a reminder to this moment. But reminders would be left on your skin anyway, and that was more than enough already. While you got everything prepared, Renjun got in a comfortable position and made sure his arm was resting on a pillow so that it wouldn’t look like amateurism, even though that was literally what it was. “Hurry up, y/n. My skin is getting wrinkles” He whined.

You laughed at the words and sat down next to him, your eyes on his wrist that was completely ready to get inked for life. It made things easier that the flower you were about to tattoo on each other, was the flower the two of you had been drawing on each other ever since your childhood friendship started. Which was also what the tattoo was based on.

The two of you had met when you were kids and it grew out to friendship. In your young childhood and early teenage years, you’d fantasize about the soulmate life, something that probably was only an alternate universe but when you were so young, you hadn’t even cared about it. So each day, the two of you pretended to be soulmates and would draw an identical flower on each other’s wrist. The alternate universe part of the story seemed to disappear when you two fell in love three years ago. Since then, the two of you labeled yourselves as soulmates. And today, finally was the day that you’d both get your ‘soulmate’ tattoo.

“Ready, Renjunie?” You asked with a hum as you dipped the needly in the ink that you had put in a lid of a bottle of water. A hum left your boyfriend’s lips, a smile present on his lips because even if he had basically said those things before, he wouldn’t care what it looked like, he was sealing the deal to be with you for as long as he could. “Always ready to be forever together with you, y/n” He answered, almost romantically in a way and that feeling only grew when he quickly pecked your cheek.

The sweetness of the moment made you smile but you decided not to waste any time anymore, you didn’t want to screw up because you waited too long to put the needle to his skin. The first contact between the needle and his skin was scarier than he would probably admit at the end of the tattoo session, but he got distracted by the sight of you: gently poking his skin with the needle time after time, starting to create the flower that represented both of you. Whenever you would have to dip the needle in the ink again, Renjun smiled at you or kissed your cheek. 

After a while, the tattoo started to finally come together to the flower it was supposed to see, and it only took both of you one glance to recognize it. “It looks good” Renjun said happily, letting you finish off instead of following his urge to pull away and admire the tattoo from up close. You only hummed in response, taking the last few needed seconds of focus before your eyes finally met his. “Done,” you said, putting the little poking machine down.

Renjun brought his arm up to his face to see the tattoo up close, he could barely get to the realization that it really was on his skin. The two of you were almost officially soulmates. “Do you like it?” You asked, slightly nervous in case he would say no in a non-joking way. He nodded his head almost immediately and showed you a genuine smile “this is the most beautiful tattoo ever” he said. He didn’t care about all other pieces of art that people had on their skin, he had the most precious one out of all of them. “I do, it’s perfect” he said and leaned forward, connecting your lips a sweet kiss.

“Let me do yours now” Renjun said against your lips as he pulled away already, his hands going to the self-made tattoo creator and lifted it up. He gave you a playful smile “do you want me to practice on the banana?” He asked although he knew that you would say no. You had seen the pieces of art he painted or drew, you trusted him with his talent and simply didn’t even care if it wouldn’t look as perfect as when a professional did it. “Nah” you answered as you laid your arm on the pillow to get your tattoo done.

Renjun carefully dipped the needle in the ink again and started to hum a song as he got to work on your wrist. The endless poking was a funny feeling but you didn’t laugh as the sound of your boyfriend’s humming made you focus on what he was creating rather than the funny feeling it gave. 

It took a little while before you started to really recognize the flower he was creating, but once the shape was there, you fell head over heels for the creation on your wrist. “Let me finish it off a bit” He said as he wasn’t done yet but knew you were already loving the sight of it. He didn’t stop and just did as he was told, adding the last few details that couldn’t be missed in the tattoo and making sure the shape was similar and equally big as the one you made on his skin.

“It’s done” Renjun said with a smile as he carefully put his hand on the side of your arm, lifting it up to his eyes to see it with a closeup view. You got closer to him to see it as well, both of you having wide smiles on your lips, the kind that wouldn’t leave anytime soon.

Silence sat in the room with the two of you for a good minute, neither of you actually had an idea whether you were staring at the tattoos or at each other, but that didn’t seem to matter at this moment anyway. 

“We’re soulmates now” You whispered to Renjun when reality sent the silence out of the room. Both of you glanced at each other’s tattoo, your hands automatically reaching for one another to intertwine your fingers together. Renjun smiled wider “we always have been” he said back to you, letting out a happy sigh as he looked up to meet your eyes. 

“And we always will be”

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Thx for 100 followers!! (on a big delay but idc)

I drew Rin for you

The drawing isn't the best bc I did it in geography class a few days ago but this shirt is perfect for him ok

Thx again!!♡

[jungkookiebus]

Could you do a yoongi fic for me please? Some like random timestamp like 2:00am or something... Recently I've been obsessed with these. You could make it smut or fluff or both idc I'm just feeling like I need aman like yoongi right now.

I made you a super fluffy Yoongi, my love :)

[5: 48 am]

Yoongi rolled over in his sleep, his mind was stillsomewhere between a half-remembered dream and wakefulness. In that dream he hadbeen walking down a street, people looking directly in his face without being recognizedand he felt so free, but then as soonas he opened his eyes to the blurry lines of an early sunrise he realized itwas only just that; a dream. He sighed, his heart suddenly heavy with thethought and wishing he could go back to sleep and be anonymous once more. Thenhe caught the smell of a comforting scent he was all too familiar with. A swirlof jasmine and vanilla hit his nose and he was brought back to reality oncemore as he rolled over to see you sleeping next to him. You looked peaceful,more than likely dreaming yourself because he could see your eyes moving; yourhand rested next to your face with your hair fanned out behind you as if youhad just turned over. He watched as you breathed steadily, settling his face ontop of his hand so that he could watch you. Different expressions passed acrossyour face as you continued to sleep and he wondered what it was that you weredreaming about. Surely for you it wasn’t anonymity or the scary reality thatyou’d be recognized. He had kept you close and under wraps; making sure that noone found out who you were. The only people who knew you existed in his lifewere the rest of the group and management and as far as Yoongi was concerned,that was all that mattered. He was fiercely protective, he knew that, andsometimes it aggravated you but everything he did was because he was so in love with you. You had almost beenspotted with him once and the sheerpanic that ripped through his chest almost caused him to double over, but youwere never seen. After that day he swore he would do everything in his power tokeep you away from prying eyes.

When you weren’t at your own home you were staying withYoongi at his private apartment whenever he was available to stay. He had triedhis hardest to get you to live there full time but you had insisted that youwere fully capable of having your own place. He loved your tenacity because itmatched his own. The world saw him as this tough artist who knew what he wantedand didn’t give a shit, but also had a softer side to him but with you he feltlike himself. To you he wasn’t Suga or Agust D, he was just…Yoongi.

Yoongi thought back to the day he had met you a year and ahalf ago. With an iced Americano on his mind, desperately trying to stay awaketo finish a song he was producing, he had wandered down to a coffee shop thatwas open late into the night. He had stepped up to the counter, the usualbarista recognizing him immediately and started his coffee right away. Hestuffed his hands into his hoodie as he waited, rocking on his feet while hisgaze swept across the small coffee shop. His eyes landed on you tucked away ina corner, headphones on, laptop open, and several papers spread out around you.You weren’t particularly the most interestingperson he had ever seen, but you had some type of magnetism that drew him in.Once he had his drink he was almost out of the door, he really was, his handwas on it and he was pushing when the tight feeling in his chest told him heshould turn around and go back before he regretted it. He bit his lip, set hisshoulders, and walked over to your table. You didn’t see him for a few seconds,but when you looked up you jumped in surprise as you pulled your headphonesoff.

“I’m sorry,” you said in a rush. Yoongi’s heart fluttered atthe sound of your voice and he was sure he had never heard a more delicate,beautiful sound in his life. “Can I help you?”

You were looking at him inquisitively, but no recognitioncrossed your eyes. He didn’t think this far ahead, so he looked down at thepapers spread out around you.

“School?” he had asked. Wow, what an icebreaker, Yoongi.

You glanced down at the mess and sighed heavily beforelaughing.

“Yea, it’s kicking my ass right now. You in university aswell?” You gestured towards the coffee in his hand.

“Uh,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Not exactly.”

“Oh, you must have a job where you work late then.”

“You could say that. Mind if I sit?”

You shrugged as you began pulling some of the papers towardsyou. “Knock yourself out.”

Yoongi soon fell into easy conversation with you; actually,the best conversation he had had in a while. You had finally gotten curious asto why he was out so late and confessed who he was with blushing cheeks anddownturned eyes. You had admitted you were aware of BTS, but hadn’t had muchtime to get too invested in much because of school and then had the audacity toapologize for not recognizing him. Hehad assured you that it was more than okay.

Much to his surprise you had agreed to see him again at thesame café the next week. Weekly café visits soon because twice a week and thenhe was asking you out to dinner and before he knew it he was falling head overheels for you. At first, he was scared to bring you around the boys, but theday you stepped foot into the dorms and connected so effortlessly with them heknew you were something special. You could make them laugh, you treated themlike normal human beings, and at theend of the night you wrapped your arms around him as you kissed his cheek. Hehad just thought his life was complete up until that point. With his arms stillwrapped around you he kissed you for the very first time in the hallway whilein another room his family of six excitedly talked and laughed amongst oneanother. He had felt whole for thefirst time in his life.

Now, here you were, laid out next to him still here afterall of this time. You had realized early on just how hectic his life was, butyou took it all in stride and your smile never faltered.

“How can you be so happy about this all of the time?” he hadasked you one day. He was going over his schedule with you; the inevitabledread of not seeing you for some time settling deep in his stomach.

“Are you happy,Yoongi?” Your eyes were bright as you asked him the question.

“Of course I am.”

“Then I’m happy. I know I’ll get to see you. This,” you hadsaid pointing to the schedule, “isn’t forever, nor does it define ourrelationship.”

Yoongi didn’t cry and when he did it sure as hell wasn’t infront of anyone, but that day you were there when he broke down.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, to deserve you,” he cried as he clung tightly toyou.

“Oh, baby,” you whispered, “you deserve the world.”

You moaned lightly in your sleep and shifted your positionjust the slightest bit. Yoongi brought his hand up and let his fingertips brushfrom your temple and down your cheek. Your nose scrunched at the light feeling,but you didn’t wake.

Now, Yoongi was glad that he had woken up. His dream of notbeing recognized was forgotten because not being recognized was what got himhere, in this moment, with you.

“I love you,” he whispered. His words floated in the spacesomewhere in your dream and his reality. “I promise to keep you safe, I’ll keepyou close, and nothing will ever hurtyou.”

He reached out and grabbed your hand softly and brought itto his lips, placing a kiss to your fingertips before laying it next to him andletting his eyes drift shut once more.

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[flannelpunkcalum]

idk how long ago u posted this but idc for the angst sentence starters #9

9 - Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.

Y/N would never make it as a spy. Hypothetically, anyways. When she was nervous, her hands got all sweaty and her heart raced and you could read it easy on her face. She telegraphed fear. It had always haunted her that she had no poker face. But here she was, sharing lunch with Calum, nerves practically neon on her face, and he hadn’t said anything. 

He was just eating a sandwich, but he’d glance at her every so often and give her a little smile if he caught her looking, but he hadn’t said a word about the whites of her eyes or her bitten lip. And he’d kissed that lip. 

Fine. She didn’t know if he hadn’t noticed or just didn’t care, but it didn’t matter. She had to speak up. 

“I actually had something I needed to ask you about.” She said, after taking a bite of her sandwich, just for show. 

Calum just looked up and nodded at her. He looked so much younger with his close-cropped blond hair like this, a little less polished. “Um, it’s just about something Crystal said when I was talking to her yesterday. She mentioned you going out with the boys and a few friends on Wednesday? And uh, like, I hope you had fun and all, but you told me Wednesday you were going for a hike and then heading right home.” 

Calum swallowed his sandwich. He could make it as a spy, Y/N thought. “I did, and then I went out.” 

“Um, yeah, only Michael said you definitely weren’t hiking.” She can see the moment he realizes he’s caught in a lie. Hm. Maybe Calum wouldn’t be such a good spy after all. “And I don’t have any sort of issue with - like, if you want to go out with your friends without me, by all means, and I hope I’ve, like, made that clear. It just really seems like you’re lying to me.” 

He took another bite of his lunch, stalling for time. Y/N’s heart sank. If there had just been a mix up, he would have just thought out loud, and they would have figured it out and then they could put on GBBO and not watch it. But he didn’t. He had done something wrong, she had caught him, and now they had to drag each other through this. 

“I think you might have your days mixed up, baby.” He said finally, reaching over and patting her hand in a very un-Calum gesture. 

“Well, I thought so too, only I checked our text history and I asked about the hike on Wednesday after you went.” A sick pause. “You said it was good, if that helps.” She smiled thinly. “You saw a groundhog.”

Cal reached down to give Duke’s head a scratch. “...am I in trouble?” He said, after a long moment. 

Her stomach turned. She knew going into this that Calum wasn’t really one for relationships, she knew that, and so she had really tried to be a good girlfriend. Not a doormat, but someone who didn’t try to force him to stop doing what he liked. But this didn’t feel right. 

“No, this isn’t a middle school, but like... I’m kinda hurt, Cal, because it doesn’t seem like you, like, did anything that you’d want to hide so it kinda -” 

“Well, maybe I just decided not to go on a hike and didn’t feel like explaining myself to my fucking girlfriend?” 

“- feels like you’re lying to me for no reason, and - okay. So then let’s talk about that.” Y/N had known this was going to be bad. 

“We shouldn’t have to talk about it.” Calum said, standing up and taking a few steps away. “I shouldn’t need your permission to go out with my friends.”

Was he kidding? “Dude, I’ve said like seventeen times it doesn’t bother me if you want to go out without me! You don’t need permission, I just don’t feel like - sorry, I’m getting worked up. I just want you to tell me about your life.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have to tell you everything. This isn’t even a big deal!” He was almost pouting now. Was she being unreasonable? 

“Cal, I get that it’s been a while since you’ve been in a relationship, but that’s just normal. If you don’t want me around -” Oh. Wait. 

This time, Calum clearly noticed all the expressions on her face. His shoulders dropped, and he went from leaning away to stepping in, reaching out. “Hey, baby, that’s not it. I-I love what we have, I’m not gonna throw it away.” 

Y/N couldn’t help it. As he reached out, she leaned back, avoiding his touch. “Please don’t lie to me again. I can’t take it.”

“‘M not lying. Not this time, not anymore.” This time, she let him lay a hand on her arm, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers. When she didn’t say anything, he gave her arm a gentle squeeze. “Hey. We’re gonna be alright, yeah? I’m gonna get it together and I’m gonna treat you right. Jus’ a little rusty.” 

“If you don’t want me in your life like that, you have to tell me, okay?” Y/N drew back so Calum was looking her in the eye. “If you don’t want this, you have to let me go.” 

“No, hey, don’t talk like that. Not gonna let you walk away on me.” He hummed, cupping her face gently. “Just give me a little more time to show it. ‘S new to me.” And she let him lean in and kiss her, but her eyes stayed open.

[greatell]

The worst part is from spoilers, Drew is forgiving?(I read the spoilers a few days ago and saw the thing about Drew being forgiving and just figured it was from her behavior week before last or something). And I know they share(d) a kid, but the fact that Kim would jump to drugging Drew to get what she wants is so disgusting and alarming. Oscar would be fucking horrified.

I know, I saw someone on Twitter mention it. This show doesn’t know how to handle sexual assault. Drew shouldn’t be forgiving Kim, he should be pressing charges and cutting her out of his life. It shouldn’t just be brushed away as no big deal because they shared a kid or she’s grieving. This wasn’t a mental break or moment of weakness due to her grief. She planned this out. She messed with the lights, took him to a secluded area, drugged him, and tries to sexually assault him. Idc if Julian probably interrupts her before it goes too far, we all know what her intention was. And it does, Drew has been nothing but good to her and look what it’s gotten him. She kept his son from him, didn’t tell him Oscar was dying, guilted him into helping her lie to Oscar about his cancer, tried to guilt him into having a baby with her and still Drew was a great friend to her and so understanding.