#i love the colors and i had fun coloring this guy ^^

[gilbertscurls]

heyy girl first of alll your writing is the best and best writer here and your fluff is just AHHHH i really wait everyday for u to post so i got a request fans edit Chris and reader to no.1 party anthem sing by artic monkey mybe its edit of chris talking about her or anything ANDILOVEYOUU

omg you're so nice, i love you!!!! i hope you like it <3

Yapping ➵ Chris Sturniolo

The low hum of the city filtered through the cracked window, mingling with the faint sound of cars drifting up from the street below. You leaned back against the couch, phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok as Chris's voice carried from the kitchen. He was rummaging through cupboards, probably looking for the last pack of his favorite snack, his faint mutterings punctuating the quiet.

It was the kind of lazy day where time seemed to slip away unnoticed. Your thumb swiped up the screen, passing by dance trends, funny memes, and cooking hacks, until something familiar caught your eye.

A video with the hashtag #SturnioloTriplets popped up on your For You page. It was one of those fan-made edits that you occasionally found yourself watching—clips of Chris, Nick, and Matt in their usual chaotic, fun-loving glory. You tapped on it, expecting a montage of their latest shenanigans.

But what you saw made your heart skip a beat.

The video opened with Chris sitting in front of the camera, a familiar setting that looked like the triplets' car. His usual animated self was present—his hands gesturing wildly, his face full of that vibrant energy he was known for. It was one of his “yapping” sessions, where he rambled on about anything that popped into his head. But today, instead of talking about a meme or some funny moment with his brothers, he was talking about you.

"Man, I don’t even know how to explain it," Chris was saying, his voice soft but filled with affection. "She just… she’s everything. Every day, she makes me feel like the luckiest guy alive. I mean, I never believed in fate or anything like that, but the second we met? It was like… I don’t know. It just clicked." He paused, running a hand through his hair, his expression shifting to something far more sincere than his usual joking demeanor. "She makes me want to be better, you know? I’m just—I'm so in love with her."

Your heart melted at the sound of his voice, the raw sincerity in his words taking you by surprise. You had heard him say it before, but this… this felt different. As the clip played on, his face softened even more as he continued, "I don’t think she realizes how much she means to me. I could talk about her all day, but she’d probably just roll her eyes at me."

The screen flickered, and then, instead of just his words, the video transitioned into an edit. It was a soft montage of moments—your moments together. A collection of clips pulled from the triplets’ vlogs, his social media posts, and those little private, candid shots that had somehow made it into the public eye. There was a shot of you laughing together in the kitchen, your head thrown back, eyes sparkling as Chris pulled a goofy face. Another was of the two of you walking hand-in-hand, your fingers intertwined in a way that made everything around you feel quiet and still, just the two of you in your own world. There was a shot of you sitting next to him during one of their live streams, both of you leaning in close as he whispered something funny in your ear, making you laugh so hard you almost snorted.

The song lyrics echoed in the background, making the edit even more heartfelt.

It was a perfect blend of those little moments that spoke volumes—subtle, intimate, and filled with love. The video cut back to Chris, a soft smile on his face as he looked into the camera. "I don't think she knows it, but she’s my everything. And I’ll never stop saying that."

The look of love, the rush of blood

The "She's with me"'s, the Gallic shrug

The shutterbugs, the Camera Plus

The black & white and the color dodge

The good time girls, the cubicles

The house of fun, the number one

Party anthem

The video ended with his smiling face and a caption: “Chris Sturniolo, everyone’s favorite yapping sweetheart.” You sat there for a moment, staring at the screen, your heart doing flips in your chest. You had always known how much Chris loved you, but seeing it in this way? It made your chest tighten, a flood of affection and warmth rushing over you.

You looked up just in time to see Chris saunter back into the room, a mischievous grin on his lips.

“What’s got you so smiley?” he asked, collapsing next to you on the couch, his arm slipping behind your shoulders. The scent of him—faint cologne and warmth—enveloped you.

“Just this,�� you said, turning your phone towards him, the last frame of the edit paused on his face, mid-laugh.

Chris’s eyebrows shot up, and then that familiar, teasing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Oh, so you found it, huh? Yeah, I might’ve gone a little overboard that day.”

“No,” you whispered, leaning into him, feeling the beat of your pulse against his. “It was perfect.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment, there was no screen, no city noise, no world outside the two of you. Just the number one party anthem playing between heartbeats.

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[kryannoy]

girl we need more sitetampo content please🙏🙂‍↕️

genre: fluff

warnings: this is absolutely fictional!! i have no idea what sitetampo was like before he appeared in tournaments

a/n: i love how this sitetampo guy suddenly became popular for whatever reason and now everyone's tryna find fanfics of him, including me

It wasn't written in your life to be dating an obsessed gamer.

In school, he was the kid that sits at the back of the class with his head resting on the table. People would think he's taking a nap but no. You saw him and the light flashing his face. He was playing video games on his phone. You weren't sure what game it was but by the looks of it, it seems intense. His fingers smashing on the screen to the point his shoulders were vibrating.

And when he finished the game, his head rose and he'll lean back in his chair, stretching while brushing off his bangs from his face, revealing the red dent on his forehead and some sweat.

You giggled a little but he heard it. He looked at you and you looked away. This gave a bad impression of you. He thinks you're one of those girls that laughs at him for being a certified 'loser'. But it was the opposite, you got giddy not just because of the redness on his forehead or the sweat, it was because he looked damn good when he leaned back to his chair with a sigh of relief.

The next day, he still had his head on the table. Still an intense game you guessed. You tried to get a peek of what game he's playing but it was hard to see it from your seat. You only saw bright colors from the screen.

And again, when he raised his head, his eyes made contact with yours and once again, you looked away.

He's starting to get uncomfortable with you meanwhile you overthink what game he's playing that was so intense for him.

And again, the next day, he played games like usual with that same concerning posture of his. But this time, you brought a napkin with you from home and approached him.

"Hey."

He looked up. His small eyes looked so cute to you even when they're hidden behind his bangs that you feel like you want to brush it away or cut it off because it seemed like it hurt his eyes but frustratingly, he looks so good like this too.

You put the fluffy folded napkin on his table close to the edge, where he usually rests his forehead.

"You're gonna get a dent if you keep sitting like that. Also, don't your shoulders hurt from that posture?"

"If I don't, I'll get caught," he said, talking about hiding himself for playing games in class, but he started to stretch when you mention his shoulders. He decided to ignore you and continue playing when you have nothing left to say.

"What game are you playing?"

"Brawl Stars."

"What's it about?"

He took his sweet time in answering this but his thumbs are smashing the screen before he groaned out as he raised his head again. You saw the word 'defeated' plastered huge on the screen. His look of disappointment on you did not go unnoticed.

"It's like a battle, match, thingy. Shoot other people down and be the last one standing."

"Is it fun?"

"Yeah, I guess."

But his actions were very contradicting to his words right now.

It's been years already since that day, and now he's in his fourth Brawl Stars Tournament. You never thought Brawl Stars was such a serious game to be put in as an eSports competition, not to mention live on TV.

But here you are, in the crowds along with other Crazy Raccoon fans cheering for his team. You can't believe how far he's gone from being a kid who loves to play video games in the back of the class to last year's world champion who once again entered for this year, placing 2nd after HMBLE. His team may didn't get the winning streak however, you're honestly still proud of him no matter what.

Back in your shared apartment, he already took a shower and landed in your also shared queen-sized bed next to you. His eyes wants to sleep but his mind and obsession wants to play games again. But of course, desires are stronger than needs. He chose his phone and propped himself on the bed with his leg crossed on the other. You watch him tap on the skull icon and flipped his phone in landscape. Your head found its way nuzzled in the joint of his neck and shoulder. His blond hair tickling your face a little, you can smell his shampoo.

"Is it fun?" You ask.

"Yeah." Ever since you're dating him, he has become more expressive towards you. He's not scared of showing his emotions, of how honestly excited he is to talk about his favorite games.

While he's on his first match, you quietly installed the same game on your phone and also flipped your phone to landscape. The familiar sound of the game company made him spin his head to your phone screen. He couldn't hold back his laughter seeing you finally picking up on the game he's been playing for years. He never asked you to play it with him because he doesn't want to trouble you but deep inside, he wanted that to happen; you and him on the same team.

He watches you instead, doing the tutorial until finally you can add friends so he tells you to add him. He invites you to the same lobby and you both played a few rounds. It doesn't matter if you sucked at it or are good at it, the action of you playing his favorite game—playing with him, especially—is what makes him love you more. The whole time, he had stupid a smile on his face that he couldn't stop himself.

"Is it fun?" He asks.

"Yeah." You answered with a breathy laugh.

[rookeryyy]

my webfishing art feature is glitched the hake out but we go forth anyway

I LOVE THEM!!! beautiful shapeshiftercore life <3

[sabrondabrainrot]

Newest EP was cute! I really liked meeting these Toon Sun and Moon. I couldn't resist doing a doodle of them and then I ended up coloring it and lining it. Hope you guys like the cartoon boys. I channeled Max Fleischer into this. Koko the Clown save meeee I love the black and white model designs, they belong to SolareVR (I don't know if they're on tumblr)

This Sun in the ToonWorld (Is this the name?) seemed to be way smarter then he let on.

Did the map remind anyone else of the KH toon world when Sora got all cute and noodly armed? I kept thinking that the entire time. (I know it's a Steamboat Willy ref, but I can't take the KH thoughts away)

transparent image under the cut!

I'm also including my sketch! I usually don't and had a lot of fun drawing these two silly boys.

[sur-i-ki]

10/20

At the end of the day

it's fluff. Tooth-rotting, sweet, domestic fluff. Redemption arc core before going back to the villain arc

The house felt quiet when he finally pulled into the driveway, exhaustion settling into his bones with every step. His feet ached, his mind ached. It had been another long week, and he was drained. The weight of work had been pressing on him so heavily that even the thought of his family had begun to feel distant. There was no holiday for him this year—no time away to unwind in the mountains as he’d hoped. Deadlines, meetings, emergencies had all piled up one after the other, each time a reason to stay just a little longer, to push off the time he so desperately needed to be with them.

But as he stepped inside the house, that overwhelming sense of exhaustion began to fade.

Laughter. A soft, familiar sound—his child’s giggles. His heart did a little skip at the sound, and curiosity tugged at him. Something was different.

He set his bag down by the door, and his eyes scanned the room, immediately drawn to the living room. It was transformed. The floor was covered in blankets—thick, colorful sheets draped over the furniture. Pillows were scattered everywhere, and a lopsided blanket fort stood in the middle of the room, held up by every chair, every couch cushion, and even a few kitchen chairs hastily shoved together.

And in the center of it all, there they were.

You, sitting cross-legged on the floor, grinning up at him, your face lit by the soft glow of a lantern inside the fort. His child, barely able to contain his excitement, jumped up from the fort’s entrance, his little eyes wide with glee.

“Daddy, look!” he shouted, waving their hands. “We made a fort!”

His chest tightened at the sight. A lump formed in his throat as he stood frozen for a moment, taking in the beautiful chaos before him.

You stood, walking toward him with a smile that said everything. “Welcome home,” you said softly, the tenderness in your voice wrapping around him like a warm embrace. The exhaustion in his body melted a little more at the sight of you.

He couldn’t find the words at first. His eyes flicked between you, the fort, and his little one who was now eagerly tugging at his hand, pulling him toward their creation. There was so much love, so much effort poured into this little thing, and his heart ached with it.

“You guys… did all of this?” he asked, his voice soft with awe. “Just for me?”

You nodded, that same smile never leaving your face. “You’ve been working so hard. We knew you didn’t get your holiday, so we decided to bring the camping experience to you.” Your voice was playful, but there was something deeper behind it. Something warm and knowing. “We thought this would be a fun way to spend the evening.”

His heart swelled, emotions bubbling up. He had been so caught up in work that he hadn't even realized how much he needed this—how much he needed them. They had taken the time to bring a piece of joy into his life, something he thought he had lost. He had missed seeing his family like this—happy, carefree, together.

His child tugged harder on his hand, pulling him toward the fort, his tiny face glowing with excitement. “Come on, Daddy! Come inside!”

With a soft laugh, he followed them, crawling through the opening of the blanket fort. The inside was warm and cozy, scented with the familiar smell of lavender and vanilla. The soft glow of the lantern flickered in the corner, casting gentle light on the mismatched blankets and pillows.

His kiddo had drawn mountains on paper with crayons, had hung them up on the "walls".

“This is amazing,” he murmured, his eyes flicking over the little space they had made. “I can’t believe you did all this.”

His child scrambled onto his lap once everyone was settled, curling up against him, his small body pressing into him like he couldn’t get close enough. He wrapped an arm around his child, his heart, instinctively, pulling him closer. He glanced up at you, who had settled next to them, and he meets your eyes.

“We wanted to make sure you knew that even though you didn’t get your break,” You said softly, “we’re still here. Together. It’s not the mountains, but… it’s something. And it’s ours.”

His throat tightened, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. The overwhelming weight of your words hit him hard. His family had thought about him, had made something to give him comfort, even when he hadn’t realized how badly he needed it. The quiet, tender love in their eyes made his chest ache, and he pulled them both closer without a second thought.

“This…” He swallowed hard, his voice rough. “This is exactly what I needed.”

You smiled gently, your hand resting on his, fingers intertwined with his in a simple, comforting gesture. “You’re more than enough. You do so much for us. We just wanted you to have something special.”

He pulled them all into a hug, holding them close. The small space of the fort was tight, but it didn’t matter. It felt right. It felt home. He didn’t care about the unfinished projects at work or the endless emails that waited for him the moment he stepped back out of the house. In this moment, with them—his heart full, his family by his side—nothing else mattered.

His little one was looking up at him with bright eyes. “Daddy, can we sleep in here tonight?” he asked, excitement still bubbling in their voice. “We can make s’mores!”

He chuckled, the sound light and free. “We can definitely make s’mores.”

You gave him a knowing look, eyes shining with love and a little mischief. “You know,” You said, voice teasing but soft, “we could even do the whole camping experience. Blankets for sleeping bags. Flashlight stories. Maybe we’ll even have some real camping in the future.”

His heart did a little flip at the thought. “That sounds perfect,” he whispered, squeezing both of them tighter. “We’ll make that happen. Together.”

For the rest of the evening, his family stayed in the fort, the three of them bundled in blankets, sharing stories, laughing, and simply enjoying the warmth of each other’s company. The world outside, with its demands and stresses, felt like it didn’t exist anymore.

In the dim light of the fort, surrounded by the people he loved most, he realized something he hadn’t fully understood before. No matter how hard he worked, no matter how many holidays he missed, it was moments like these that would stay with him. They were the moments that mattered most.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, he could finally relax, finally feel like he was home.

It's all he needed.

And he wouldn't trade it for the world.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

[sexsylexi]

Birthday Boy.

Wally West x reader

Happy birthday to our favourite speedster!

It was November 11th, a date the Young Justice team knew all too well thanks to one particular speedster who had spent the past week dropping "subtle" hints about it. Wally West, ever the excitable flirt and fan of birthdays—especially his own—had made it abundantly clear that a surprise party would be his ideal way to celebrate.

You’d been dating Wally for six months now, and you couldn’t help but laugh as he kept up his charade of hints. The team caught on quickly too, with Robin rolling his eyes at every dropped clue and Artemis snorting in amusement each time Wally brought up "surprise parties" in casual conversation. In reality, you had all been planning his party for weeks. Wally might be fast, but you all prided yourselves on being one step ahead, especially when it came to making him happy.

The plan for the surprise was set in motion as soon as Wally headed out on a 'mysterious errand' that afternoon. You were stationed at the cave’s main control center with M'gann, Artemis, Robin, and Kaldur, each of you setting up different parts of the party. M'gann floated by with a stack of decorations, grinning widely as she strung up multicolored streamers across the training room. Artemis arranged the snacks, carefully placing out bowls of chips, candies, and various foods Wally loved. Robin was in charge of the playlist, ensuring it was filled with Wally’s favorite tunes, and Kaldur took on the task of assembling a banner reading "Happy Birthday, Wally!" in bright red and yellow letters—his colors.

It took a couple of hours, but finally, everything was set. You double-checked your contribution: the present you’d gotten for him, wrapped in a sleek, electric-blue package that glittered in the dim light of the cave. You’d thought long and hard about what to get him, ultimately deciding on something that would remind him of the fun, flirty energy you shared together—a custom wristband he could wear in and out of costume, with an inscription inside that read, "You’ll always have time with me."

Satisfied with everything, you took a deep breath, anticipating Wally’s return and the look on his face when he realized his hints had not gone unnoticed.

When Wally finally arrived, he was met with total silence. The lights were off, and the only sound was his own footsteps echoing as he walked into the empty hall.

"Hello?" he called, his voice carrying through the space. "Guys?"

You and the rest of the team hid just around the corner, barely containing your excitement as you waited for him to inch a little further inside. You felt your heart race, knowing just how much he’d enjoy this.

Wally wandered in, his shoulders slumping a little as he scanned the darkened room. "Well, this is…lame," he muttered, clearly thinking that his hints had gone unheeded.

Just as he sighed, Robin flipped the switch, lighting up the room and revealing all of you gathered around, shouting, "Surprise!"

Wally’s face lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning. His eyes widened in surprise, and then he broke into a grin, his gaze flicking to each of you in turn, lingering a little longer on you with that familiar warmth in his eyes.

"Aw, you guys!" he exclaimed, bounding over to the team with his trademark enthusiasm. He high-fived Robin, pulled Artemis into a quick hug despite her half-hearted attempt to squirm away, and grinned at Kaldur, who patted him on the back with an approving nod. Then, finally, his gaze fell on you.

“You really didn’t think we’d let your birthday pass without celebrating, did you?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

Wally chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "You know, I wasn’t sure. But I’m glad you guys came through." He leaned in, whispering, “Especially you.”

His smile was infectious, and you found yourself grinning right back at him. “Happy birthday, Wally.”

M'gann soon floated over, directing him toward the table with the cake she’d baked—a towering stack of chocolate and vanilla layers with bright red frosting spelling out his name. Wally’s eyes sparkled as he took it all in, and you could practically feel the joy radiating off of him.

"Go on, birthday boy," M'gann prompted, gesturing toward the candles she had carefully arranged on top of the cake. They flickered with a soft, golden glow, casting a warm light on his face. "Make a wish!"

Wally looked around at all of you, the friends who had gathered to celebrate him. You could see how much this moment meant to him, and you knew he was savoring every second. Finally, he leaned in, his eyes scrunching up in that mischievous way he always did when he was about to do something playful.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and then blew out the candles with a single swift puff. Applause broke out from everyone as the candles dimmed, leaving only the afterglow of the celebration and the warmth of his friends around him.

But you had one more surprise planned, and before Wally could even open his eyes or say a word, you leaned forward and gently pressed a kiss to his lips. It was brief, just a soft, sweet kiss that felt as natural as breathing. For a moment, he stilled, then melted into it, his hands slipping around your waist as he pulled you closer. When you pulled away, he stared at you, a little dazed but with an unmistakable grin.

"Now that’s a birthday surprise," he murmured, his voice low and filled with that same teasing affection you’d come to know so well. "I was going to ask for that, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” you replied with a smirk. “I just thought I’d beat you to it.”

The rest of the team chuckled, rolling their eyes and making playful gagging sounds. Robin threw a handful of confetti at Wally, while Artemis smirked knowingly. "Finally, some peace and quiet now that Wally’s occupied," she teased, and Wally laughed, shrugging.

"Hey, can’t blame a guy for celebrating properly!"

The night unfolded in a blur of laughter, stories, and games. Wally basked in every moment, from the silly birthday games M'gann had planned to the impromptu dance-offs he challenged everyone to. He kept glancing at you throughout the night, his eyes glinting with a mixture of joy and something deeper, a quiet appreciation that made you feel as though you were the only two people in the room.

Eventually, the festivities began to wind down, and Wally found himself by your side, the two of you standing apart from the group as everyone wrapped things up. He leaned against you, a contented smile on his face, his arm slung around your shoulders.

“Best. Birthday. Ever.” He grinned, brushing a soft kiss to your temple. “Thanks, babe.”

“Anything for you, Wal,” you replied, squeezing his hand. You knew that in all the crazy, unpredictable life of a hero, moments like these—filled with laughter, warmth, and love—were worth more than anything.

As the night faded into the early hours of the morning, you stayed there together, savouring the moment.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Dali and Henrique with a artist lover teaching their children to make art of their dads?

Dali sighed the moment he walked through the door of his estate. As if the weight of the world had just come of his shoulders.

Though Lord Johannes was respectful of his desire and plan to raise his children directly, there were certain matters of his VLAD work that required him to be away from home. Typically it would not take this long but since he had been putting the old man off it had been almost all day.

Ferdinand greeted him and Dali asked where the children were.

“[Y/N]-sama came by not long after you left, Master Dali.” Johannes informed him. “They and the children have been in the nursery for most of the afternoon.”

Dali was surprised. He didn’t expect [Y/N] to be here in his absence, but he was glad to hear that the children had not been left on their own with staff all day. He was glad he had such an understanding partner who was open to his goals in child rearing.

When he came into the nursery, he found [Y/N] and his sons on the floor with paper & pens. “What’s all this?”

“Papa…” Raphael’s soft voice called out before he got up to hug his father hello. Ul just babbled joyfully in [Y/N]’s arms. “We’re coloring.”

“Coloring, eh?”

“Yes.” [Y/N] confirmed from their seat on the floor. “I did the outline work and Raphael did the color fill.”

Dali walked over to where they had been seated with Raphael and looked over the pictures on the ground. The linework was beautiful. Places he recognized around the estate and inner city. “These are masterful.” He praised while holding one of them. “The colorwork is spectacular too. I like your boldness to use purple for the buildings, Raphael. Well done!” His son beamed at the praise and went back to coloring. “So, you’ve been here all day?”

“I thought they might be lonely.” [Y/N] explained as they played with Ul’s arms. “It’s been so much livelier here recently. With you all meeting with Lord Johannes, I thought I might act as a distraction. Though, I may be a poor substitute for everyone in that regard.”

“You aren’t a poor substitute for anything.”

Dali lifted another piece of paper from the floor, using it as a privacy shield as he gave [Y/N] a quick kiss. “Now, which one should I color? I would be a poor manner of a parent if I didn’t show Raphael some of my own artist techniques.” [Y/N] chuckled, but handed him one of the front of the estate to fill in.

Henrique sighed as he came home from a very long, very boring meeting with Lord Johannes. He loved the old man, but by God could he be long winded.

They got it already! They had to find the mass murderer plaguing the city. Vampire kind at stake. Mass suicide and the rivers run red or something. Alright! Did the old man think they were just sitting on their hands all day, or taking naps with the kids? Henrique wished he had time to take a nap in the afternoon these days.

Heading upstairs to see what the girls were doing, he was surprised to see [Y/N] there. The girls with matching easels he was pretty sure had not been there the last time he was in their room. “What are you guys doing?”

“We’re painting daddy!”

“Yes! [Y/N] is showing us how to use oil paints!”

“In hindsight we maybe should have started with charcoals.” Henrique chuckled at [Y/N]'s predicament. Seeing the girls in paint covered smocks but also with paint all over their hands and faces.

“Well, I’m sure they’ve been having fun. Can you show daddy?”

The girls eagerly hop off their chair and take their canvases, nearly as big as them, off their easels. “Wow!” He praised, even though he had no idea what the brightly colored smudges were. “These are so good girls! Lucia, I like all the pink you used. Elena, that’s a very nice tree in the middle there.”

“It’s a fountain daddy.” Elena corrected with a huff. To which Henrique smacked his palm to his forehead, told her of course it was, daddy was clearly an idiot, and told her it was a beautiful fountain.

“Why don’t you girls go get washed up and when your paintings are dry, we’ll find somewhere to hang them?” The girls then run off to get cleaned up and Henrique asked. “Those easels weren’t here before, where they?”

“No.” [Y/N] replied with a chuckle. “I got them for them today. I didn’t want them fighting over mine anymore.”

“Hmmm….that’s fair.” He then sat on the little stool set up for the children. Spinning around once in his chair. “Did they have a nice time?”

“They seemed to.” [Y/N] replied as they started picking up the paint brushes. “Although, Lucia & Elena like anything that they get attention for. Like someone else I know.” Henrique snickered with a grin. “Are you really going to put their artwork up for them?”

“Of course!” Henrique replied. “It’s better than all that old, stuffy artwork we got around here.” He wasn’t really sure where it came from. It had probably been put in when the house was built in ot-not-fourteen-whenever it was and had never been changed since. “Brings a little color to the house.”

[Y/N] smiled a little and Henrique hopped off his stool to his full height again. “Let’s put some of your work up too.”

They looked surprised. “Henrique…are you sure?”

“Of course!” He told them. “I’ve seen your stuff and its way better than anything up now. Let’s show it off.” What he meant was that he wanted to show them off.

[Y/N] looked a little nervous but nodded. Henrique smiled again. “Good! Lets see what the girls are up to and we’ll go pick out places for everybody!” He then took [Y/N]’s hand and led them out of the girls’ room. His day already a little brighter thinking about how bright these halls would be with new art.

[urinarythreatinfection]

Aight bet-

Can i get Shanks paired with a female reader (romatically) who is also missing an arm and/or has red hair.

Thank you v.v

Not my bestest work but I thought it was funny and warm.

Narcissistic Romance

Shanks x Fem!Reader. Reader has red hair and missing arm. Miku is Miku even if she looks different so skin color or hair texture can be anything else. Small angst(?) but mostly fluff. Drabble + Headcanons

“I get we have the same hair and stump but did you really need to go this far? You even drew the scar on me.” You touch your eye where some friends had drawn Shanks’s signature scar on.

“This fits so well! You might as well be his female form.” You’re all near a bar, one of your friends got the idea to dress you up as Red Haired Shanks after getting drunk. “Strike a pose or somethin-” They’re interrupted when yelling is heard.

“C-CAPTAIN!?” You hear from behind you, turning to see a group of men staring at you.

‘Captain?’ You think to yourself, confused before it clicks. These must be Red Hair Pirates, but how? This is a crazy coincidence that they’re here right as you’re dressed up. Your mind runs at a million miles a second and you clamp a hand over your friend’s mouth before they speak. “Well, I got caught by a devil fruit. Changed my looks a bit but I look good as a woman too, right?” You smirk, going along with it. Unfortunately, your cover is blown almost immediately when a head peeks over your shoulder to look at you.

“Hmm. I do look good as a woman, don’t I?” It’s Red Haired Shanks, another coincidence and you jolt with a yelp. “Freaking out, Miss Red Hair? Not very Emperor-like.” He teases with a grin. Maybe you shouldn’t have tried to go with the joke considering how quickly you got caught, and by the man himself. “What’s my female doppelganger doing here?” He looks at your friends with a wink, this is so embarrassing. “Popular as a woman too?”

That was how the two of you met, a funny cosplay of a funny guy.

You were scared at first you were going to get in trouble for impersonating him, even if it was a joke and you were caught immediately.

Shanks isn’t a sore sport though and he actually found it really funny.

He had stayed at the island and you were good company, proving to be a good fighter as well.

He couldn’t just leave an attractive and strong woman alone, right?

You ended up joining his crew along with a few of your other friends that could fight and wanted to go, the rest you all sending letters to any others often.

The official number of redheads in the Red Hair Pirates is now two.

The two of you two hit it off, cracking similar arm jokes and having fun together, it was perfect.

It really wasn’t long until you both ended up dating, then came new jokes.

“Narcissist.” That’s what people like to tease you both about.

Dating a person that can look like a genderbent version of you with the right clothes and makeup is definitely narcissistic.

Of course, you both take it with pride.

Shanks even likes to show you off, calling himself the luckiest man ever to find the most beautiful woman ever to play into the narcissist joke.

Something on a more personal level is that the two of you can relate to missing an arm, helping each other with phantom pain and insecurities.

After all, when the person you love has the same imperfection as you it’s hard to be insecure about it.

You’re perfect to him and him to you, despite your disabilities.

It’s nice to have someone that understands, that knows how hard it is to deal with losing a limb.

When you’re feeling insecure sometimes Shanks puts his stump on yours, smiling and calling you both “stump buddies” before kissing you.

If the weather is bad and you’re both struggling with pains you can hold each other, finding comfort in the warmth of your lover.

Shanks holds you tight, even if he’s clenching his jaw, always trying to put your pain above his no matter how much you try and tell him he matters too.

It makes you feel insecure, he should have a partner that would be able to help him without struggling themselves, but to him you’re everything.

He’d rather hold you while shaking from pain himself than be comforted by anyone else.

These bad moments with you are more precious to him than the best with anyone else.

[jaydeei1989]

My second art dump !! Hi tumblr I'm finally doing it

Under the cut just like last time :] + Bright colors and blood warning !!

Starting it off with Herlock

Iris!!

Menimemo ... love this guy . The mi me ma mo mu

My friend's halloween costume

Larry that I did without looking at what colors i was using

Literally the rarepair of all time EGGCAMERA I LOVE YOU... Ashley was drawn by @beardoodles123, they did a good job at drawing in my style !!!!!!

MORE OF THEM !!! (I could've sworn I had more art of them but wtv)

Designs for me and @beardoodles123's au (The writing is in the image id)

KAY!!!!

Hosonyaga! Yay yay ayayayayaya

Fuckton of requests that were so fun to do

Doodles from today and yesterday

I'll post just these for now - I have some more art but that's for the next art dump !!

[stellocchia]

All I can offer is this little drabble I've been working on:

Stage Two wasn't the type to get insecure, that's what they told themselves. Stage One had enough of that for all of them. So, it goes without saying that, when they whispered: "You prefer spending time with the others, don't you?" in a voice so soft, uncertain, and quiet that Color almost missed it, they hadn't meant it as an admission of their weakness, but as a statement of fact.

Stage Two knew that, among all of them, they were the most unpredictable, the least trustworthy, and the emotionally flat one. They were exactly what Chara and Nightmare had wanted them to be. A weapon ready to be wielded.

But Color wasn't either of them.

He was soft and kind. He didn't need a weapon, he needed a friend. And, no matter how much Two studied him, they could never hope to replicate the genuine bond all the others had managed to establish with him.

Being empty truly was a double-edged sword...

Color let out a confused sound. "What?". He was undoubtedly stalling. He wasn't the type to soften the blow usually, but maybe that time around he decided to be nice.

Killer could never just decide to be nice.

They knew how to be polite. How to behave respectfully toward all of their superiors. How to bow, and how to use the correct kind of overly fancy cutlery at a high-end dining establishment (they'd been teaching that last skill to Color as well because that guy ate like an actual animal. Face-first into every plate. It was kinda gross).

But actual niceties just didn't come naturally to them. Neither did kindness. They still couldn't understand how Color managed to make those things look so easy.

"I can see it, you'd rather go out and have fun with One, or cuddle with Three. Or whatever freaky shit you and Four have been getting up to" this time, it was no longer a question. However, they did make sure to throw some humor in there just so Color wouldn't think that they were trying to be vulnerable. They weren't.

And they truly didn't know what Color and Four got up to when they were together. That asshole still refused to share any of its memories with the rest of the class. So rude of it!

"But I don't" Color shot back sounding almost offended. "I like spending time with you all equally. All of you are my friend, and I love all of you".

Killer's hands were twisted together into a painfully tight knot. Had Color not been there, watching them attentively, they would have pulled out one of their knives and played with it. Unfortunately, Color never liked how rough all of them aside from Three were with the body. Especially Two.

It was one of the reasons why they figured they must have been his least favorite. They could never listen. They always ended up messing up and not taking care of themselves properly. They barely knew how to be a person and it showed.

"Why?" they were back to whispering. This time they couldn't even try to gaslight themselves into believing that there was no doubt there. They were desperate for whatever sweet lie Color could come up with, and even more so if it ended up being convincing enough to fool them into believing it.

"I know that there is no reason I can give you that you'll believe. So, think about it, if I didn't love you, wouldn't I have found a way to trigger a switch into one of the other stages by now? Or do you really believe me so stupid?". That was a low blow.

Stage Two glared at him, ready to fight that last claim when it clicked for them.

Ah.

Maybe they were wanted after all...

i need more colorkiller and/or color spectrum duo to cleanse my palate

[mak1lol]

hiyya!! I saw ur doodle req post and I was wondering if ya could doodle my design for Duck ? No pressure of course ^^/pos

Hopefully i got his hair right

[pillsopa]

shall we dance? 🥀

[ricky-mortis]

I love playing dress up with the blorbo

[fantaorange]

hello dndads season 2 fans………………… ive been having color pallette fun…

[deoidesign]

I met the me who made different choices

[asexual-shelly]

hi *throws this at you and runs headfirst into a lamppost*