#me while drawing: wow I love art I could do this all day!

[charybdic]

I really gotta stop locking in so hard that I ignore all my stretch and meal alarms. Now my entire body hurts and I’m hungry as hell

[duckzz]

self-care is stargazing with your found family after going through a bunch of traumatic events <3

based on the last chapter of this absolute masterpiece

[prettiestlovergirl]

SWEET

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; slytherin! reader; oral (f. receiving); hickeys; kitchen quickie; slightly sub! mattheo riddle; french! mattheo riddle.

concept: an afternoon of baking ends in you covered in a mess your boyfriend, mattheo riddle, is more than willing to help you clean up.

a/n: one of my lovely lovely anons helped me come up with this idea hehe. inspired by me, accidentally covering myself in edible glitter when baking. some idea credit to bratetteprincess who just recently did a latina! reader baking w/luke castellan fic! enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

everybody in your house knew that sunday mornings were for your baking.

after two years of begging and pleading with all of your professors, you were given permission to use the kitchens one day a week in order to bake to your hearts desire.

you always liked to experiment with new things. various dyes that stained your hands different shades, new flavors that made your hair smell for days, edible flowers that made you gag.

today, though, you might have gotten just a teensy tiny bit carried away with your current experiment: edible glitter.

you'd been desperately craving carrot cupcakes but after you'd made and decorated them, they just looked so... boring. after glancing around the blissfully empty kitchen, you spotted it: the silver edible glitter just begging to be used.

you pressed the pump once over the baking tray, watching happily as a cloud of glitter flew out and created a glittery sheen over the cream cheese frosting.

long story short, 15 minutes later your cupcakes were perfect and you were absolutely covered in edible glitter.

you'd been in the middle of sliding your pretty pink apron off when your boyfriend, mattheo, came in to bother check up on you. mattheo was practically fucking addicted to you.

he couldn't stand not being around you for more than an hour, and when he was with you? his hands were all over you, constantly touching, grabbing, rubbing, or squeezing some part of your body. not that you really minded, you were just as obsessed with him.

"wow, ma douce (my sweet), did an arts and crafts shop throw up on you?" he asked, his usual teasing smirk on lips as he wrapped his arm around you. he nuzzled his face into your neck, not caring about the glitter transferring to his clothes. "what are you even doing with glitter? thought you were baking." he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"it's edible glitter. my cupcakes looked so boring n i ran out of those carrot n bunny sprinkles i love so... i tried something new." you shrugged, sticking your lower lip out in a pout as you set your glitter covered apron down on the counter.

"edible, huh?" mattheo asked, eyes now locked on the shimmering skin above your collarbone. "mhm." you nodded, not paying much attention to your boyfriend as you attempted to try and clean up your mess.

you paused your actions as he leaned down and took a nice, long lick up from your collarbone to your jaw. you let out a soft gasp while he groaned instantly at the sugar taste, admiring how your skin shined now with both the glitter and his saliva.

"mattheo..." you breathed, your voice a soft whine as he drew his tongue back down. "mattheo, i have to clean up, it's part of my deal with the professors." you whined, trying to move from his grip that only seemed to tighten as you shifted.

he thrived on the sounds of your pretty little whimpers, already getting drunk on the one little taste he had of you. he'd never been so down bad for anyone before, but with you? he couldn't help but want to touch you, taste you, 24/7.

"we are cleaning up, ma douce (my sweet). 'm helping you clean up all this glitter first, you got a big clump right there." he murmured, pressing his lips to the skin and sucking harshly on it, drawing another whimper from your lips.

he sucked on the skin, drawing moan after moan out of you until he could see the beginnings of a pretty purple bruise. "there we go, all gone." he hummed, his hands finding their way up to your chest and squeezing your boobs gently.

you mewled softly as he squeezed, biting your lower lip as he kissed and sucked purple marks all over your neck. you squeezed your thighs together tightly, feeling the wetness pool in your panties.

normally, you'd be upset with the number of hickeys he left, but the way his lips moved in sync with his hands made you a little distracted.

he moved away from your neck, now kissing and swiping his tongue over the skin down your arms. he left the occasional bite mark as he moved, your fingers now digging into his scalp as your breathing got heavy.

"mm, mattheo, now you've got some glitter on you." you pouted, dipping your own head down to lick up the newly transferred glitter. you traced your name on his neck with your tongue, leaving your own series of hickeys on his neck.

"fuck." he groaned, hands still massaging your boobs over your clothes while you suck his neck and paint it varying shades of purple and green.

"you should use this glitter more often." he murmured, to which you simply nodded instantly. you grazed your teeth over his pulse point, giggling softly as he let out his own soft whine. "y'know, i think you've got some more glitter down further. hop up on the counter, yeah? want to check it out." he grunted.

you pushed the cooling rack holding your sparkly cupcakes to the side before lifting yourself up onto the counter. "really want to make sure we get it all off." mattheo hummed, lifting your ass up a bit and dragging your shorts and panties down your legs.

he knelt down before you, pressing a few soft kisses up both of your legs before being face to face with your drooling cunt. "ma douce, douce ange (my sweet, sweet angel)" he crooned, taking a long lick through your puffy folds and watching as your toes curled in pleasure.

"fuck, it's even sweeter than the glitter." he groaned, dipping his tongue right back into your pussy. your head lolled back, teeth trapping your lower lip roughly while your hand gripped the back of his head.

he pinched your clit between his teeth and his tongue before rubbing his tongue back and forth rapidly. he relished in the way your back arched and your moans got louder and louder.

you thanked god for the soundproofed kitchens as you bucked your hips against his face. "mattheo, fuck, mattheo!" you whimpered, his name sounding like heaven from your lips.

his tongue continued to work your sensitive clit as you moaned for more, begged for him to move faster. "god, fuck yes, fuck!" you whined, gripping at his curls tightly while he continued to flick his tongue against your puffy bundle of nerves.

"shit, fuck, mattheo, 'm gonna- fuck!" you moaned, nearly collapsing back on the counter as you came roughly on his tongue and chin. he licked and lapped at your pussy, going until he got every single drop and your legs were quivering from the overstimulation.

he let you catch your breath before eventually helping you back up. you got redressed and together, you picked up the kitchen and got your cupcakes onto your pretty little platter.

later that afternoon, you and mattheo snuggled up together on the couch in the common room, chatting away about whatever nonsense you felt like chatting about.

when your friends came in, their eyes widened in confusion at the sight of you: you were both still coated in glitter with hickeys all over your necks, and you even had bite marks on your arms.

"jesus, did you get into a fight with a sparkly vampire?"

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[kiyomitakada]

okay fuck it i went to a leonardo da vinci exhibit today and now i have a leonardo da vinci death note AU in my head because i am a parody of myself so you can fucking have it i guess what do i even do with this

light yagami: young genius polymath who is good at literally everything

unfortunately for him he is a foreigner in italia (his family immigrated) so the government is not letting him anywhere near their weaponry projects. instead he does art. yes light yagami painted the mona lisa no i do not take criticism i’m in too deep

his portraits are predictably amazing. smash hit. soon aristocracy from all over italy is contacting him to draw them and their mother. this means he doesnt even have time in the day to draw giant fuckoff warship designs anymore. what point is there to life, he sulks.

eventually he accepts a commission from one kyosuke higuchi! we’re italianizing him because i really don’t think this AU works otherwise but let’s call him higuchi anyway. higuchi is a fifty-something duke of something or other who has recently married one misa amane who is twenty-something (the same age as light). misa is the subject of the portrait because higuchi just loves his darling wife so much (read: they had a shotgun wedding and higuchi needs to keep up appearances)

light is like wow someone who isn’t white it’s been like five years. i kind of feel bad for her, this situation is very suspicious. hello miss amane if you’ll just sit down over there while i get my brushes

misa (seeing the first person who has been even remotely sympathetic to her absolutely horrific life, noticing he hasn’t tried to make any advances on her at all [this is a good thing]): I AM DRASTICALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU.

light: what

misa’s plan of seducing light predictably fails because he’s light, so she explains she has to get the fuck away from higuchi somehow

light is like okay well i am sorry to hear that but what does this have to do with me.

misa, tearing up: im a damsel in distress! also i can get you information about his court

light: whats his job

misa: financial advisor

light: oh fuck yes okay

so light’s plan is now to worm into the yotsuba court to get funding and hopefully sway them enough to let him pitch his cool weaponry ideas so he can Change The World. he does need income in general too (both for himself and his family; expected lifespan was way shorter then obviously).

misa’s plan is to kill higuchi somehow which will be much easier with light as backup she thinks

so. light packs up and moves to the yotsuba court which is thrilled to have THE light yagami portrait artist (i do more than portraits…) in their employ

oh yeah, misa mentions, the prince of the yotsuba court is kind of… weird

light: you could have told me this before

misa: ehe. dont worry about it!! it’s just um. he had a weird personality shift a few years ago? and now he refuses to wear royal attire. he always dresses like a peasant.

light: well it’s not like i’m going to be there to judge him on fashion am i.

THAT’S RIGHT. SIKE THIS IS AN ISEKAI NOW. yes L does remember light killing him <3 he (L) woke up in fifteenth century renaissance italy in a twenty-something-year-old body immediately after the heart attack. by some miracle he already knew italian.

so everything is going swell until one day light walks into his workshop to find the prince flipping through his notebook

light, sleep deprived: hey what the fu—i mean. uh. good morning your highness

there’s no need for that formality. call me L.

(…but your name doesn’t start with an L?) thank you, your highness L. um. sorry i know my handwriting’s messy.

on the contrary i find it completely readable, as long as one reads backwards and caesar shifts it three letters forward.

(oh SHIT he’s onto me) haha what are you talking about?

in fact i think this mechanical dragonfly contraption is rather ingenious.

oh aha that’s not important, just a passing fancy honestly

[ignoring him] if only you had some better way of providing torque, because as it stands the spring engine is extremely poorly designed.

what the fuck did you just say to me

[they end up physically fighting over the notebook because of course they do. meet cute!]

some more details:

ryuk is the patron light eventually gets after being in higuchi’s court for a bit

rem is higuchi’s personal assistant, who was disowned by her own royal-blooded family because her family sucks. she hates her job. if it weren’t for misa she’d probably be on the other side of the country by now

i don’t know where the wammy kids are. they’re definitely competing to be the heir to L’s throne but also they’re not related because there is no way that all the wammy kids (the whole orphanage of wammy kids) could have come from the same person. maybe some kind of insufferably high collar royal boarding school? did they even have those? help me

kiyomi and teru are both advisors in other courts (which are extremely corrupt, light seethes, in his perfect world there wont be any of those anymore) (you work for a court light) (thats different)

okay i’m done for today. you never know about tomorrow though. /threat.

[ @deathnotetober day 12: isekai ]

[slayfics]

I know you don't do anymore Mui fics, but I come with an offer. 👀

I will draw you any character you want, or any oc x Canon art in exchange of a short Mui fic because I love your writing, preferably of valentines day but whatever works easier for you.

You may deny this offer if you so please in dms and or delete this ask.

I hope you have a great day and happy valentines day \(^□^)/🫶

Valentines Day with Muichiro.

~500 words

Your feet padded along the dark forest floor as you returned to Muichiro’s Mansion. You had been on a mission for several days, and your excitement at being back increased with every footstep.

Once the estate came into view, you were surprised to see dim lighting inside the mansion. You expected Muichiro to be resting or out on a late patrol.

When you walked inside the mansion you were met with the sight of Muichiro waiting patiently at the table.

“You made it back safely!” He exclaimed with a warm smile. “Not that I would have expected any less from you, but I’m glad you made it in time.” He spoke and gestured for you to join him at the table.

“Made it in time?” You asked and glanced at the table. The table was set for dinner for two, and origami flowers decorated the middle of the table.

“Mhm- seems I’m finally not the forgetful one,” Muichiro joked. “Today is Valentine’s Day.”

The days blurred together while you were out on your mission, and you had completely forgotten about the holiday.

“Oh! Happy Valentine's Master Tokito!” You said and finally sat down joining him at the table. “I’m sorry I had no idea it was today. I must have lost track of the days on my mission.”

“Don’t apologize, you completed your mission successfully. That’s all I could have hoped for.” He reassured you.

You nodded accepting his praise and looked over the food on the table, “You made this yourself?” You asked.

“Yes, it’s my favorite dish Furofuki Daikon. I thought it would be nice to share it together,” he answered.

Momentarily stunned for words all you could do was smile and nod. You hadn’t expected Muichiro to go through so much work for you.

“Please try it,” he urged, waiting for you to take a bite before he tried any of his.

You obliged and took a bite. It was better than you imagined- and after such a long journey it tasted heavenly.

“Wow this is amazing Tokito,” you spoke taking another bite.

“I’m glad you think so… it may have taken me a few times to remember how to make it just right,” he giggled. “Oh, before I forget this too-,” he cut off as he reached into his haroi and pulled out a gift. “Here these are for you.” He said handing you the gift.

You grabbed the gift reluctantly overwhelmed by his kindness. It had been this way since he regained his memories, but his fondness for you still took you by surprise.

You inspected the gift realizing they were long socks. “Uh- socks?” You asked smiling confused at him.

“Mhm,” he nodded. “Iguro said he gifted socks to Miss Kanroji once and she really enjoyed them so… do you not like them?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“No no!” You said quickly waving your hands. “I love them! They’re perfect- thank you Tokito! This is the most thoughtful Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.” You spoke.

“Is that so? Then I’ll have to make sure I make the next one even better,” he said smiling.

I was worried I wouldn’t be able to do this since my heart isn’t with Muichiro anymore- but I did my very best and I hope you like it! The artwork you made me is absolutely stunning 😫✨! I haven’t been able to take my eyes off it! Posting @naramaiz art of my OC Kansa and Katsuki Bakugo below because it’s absolutely perfect!

[ageingfangirl2]

No, You! No, You! Sanji (OPLA)

You are passionate about something and Sanji is passionate about you. The rest of the crew either find your interactions cute or infuriating, depending on the day. Neither you nor Sanji care, because you're lost in one another. Sanji x Reader FLUFF

SANJI

I was in the kitchen preparing lunch while y/n sat at the counter drawing in their sketchbook. Usually, I liked to be alone but the sound of a pencil on paper and my cooking was nice. They were the smallest member of the crew, but don't be fooled by their cuteness because they packed a mean punch in a fight.

The two of us just clicked, I was passionate about food while they were passionate about art. Most people rolled their eyes when we rambled about our passions but they listened to me and vice versa.

'Sanji, I finished my sketch, do you want to see it?' they ask, excitement in their voice.

I smile, and take the pot off the stove, before turning around, 'I never get tired of looking at your art.'

They push the sketchbook across the counter, 'I tried something different with the shading, I wanted to make it look more realistic like you're not even looking at a drawing but the actual scene,' they gush, talking a mile a minute.

I was slightly taken aback in a good way because it was like I was actually seeing myself prepare the vegetables again from earlier, 'wow, this is amazing you have so much talent,' I complimented.

Their whole face turned red, it was endearing watching them get all flustered when they got complimented while they also waved their hands in front of them, 'It's okay, I wouldn't go too overboard with the praise.'

I put the sketchbook down and walk around the counter until I'm standing right next to them, and squeeze their cheek playfully, 'You're too adorable, how can you be this adorable? It should be illegal.'

They pout, 'If I'm adorable can I get a taste before lunch? I love your cooking Sanji.'

I release their cheek quickly clear my throat and turn away, not wanting them to see my ears starting to flush at their compliment. We were like two peas in a pod.

'err sure, let me grab you a spoon. no telling Luffy.'

I was making a simple vegetable soup. I dip a spoon into the pot and the next thing I know y/n is by my side eyes wide as they stare at the soup. My face didn't go red like theirs, more of a light pink, I hoped they enjoyed it because I'd added some herbs to change the taste.

I hold the spoon up, 'open up.'

They open their mouth and happily accept me feeding them. This was a common thing for us to do, sharing and feeding one another food, but to an outsider, it could look a little odd.

They smack their lips together, eyes closed for a second before reopening them and grinning up at me, 'Wow Sanji, how did you do that? I would never think of adding herbs to elevate the dish's taste. You're amazing, your cooking is so much better than my art.'

I shake my head, 'You're literally amazing y/n, so much more talented than me.'

They push me lightly, 'no, you.'

'No, you,' I laugh.

They stick their tongue out, 'No, you Sanji.'

I close the space between us which wasn't much and lick my lips, 'Be quiet and let me compliment you.'

They smirk and put their hands on their hips, 'make me.'

I cup their face in my hands and bring my lips down on theirs, they gasp and I use the distraction to slip my tongue in. At first, they tense, arms flapping at their sides, but then their hands grip the front of my shirt and they relax into the kiss letting me take control.

'HEY GUYS! ERR WOW...I'LL COME BACK...' Usopp says loudly.

I side-eye him and he hastily leaves the kitchen. I guess the moment was over. We pull out of the kiss but y/n still holds onto my shirt and chews their lip.

I put a finger under their chin to make them look at me, 'Tell me what you're thinking.'

They hum, 'I think I'd like to kiss you again Sanji. Do you have any other passions or talents I don't know about?'

The smirk never leaves my lips as I answer them seriously, 'Oh I have so many talents to show you. Who knows we might even find a hidden talent of yours. But lunch first.'

They nod, 'I think you scared Usopp.'

I chuckle as I peck their lips, 'it will teach all of them not to come into my kitchen without knocking.'

Lunch flew by, y/n oblivious to Usopp telling everyone about the kiss, instead chatting away while everyone stared between us. I light a cigarette and ignore the questioning and confused looks of the crew, instead focusing all my attention on y/n.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Flufftober Day 14 | My favorite piece of art

Pairing | Avenger!Best friend!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Best friend!Fem!Reader

Word count | ~ 780 words

Summary You've been trying to get Bucky to model for you for the longest time. When he finally agrees, you decide to go all out and make a beautiful painting of him to highlight everything you love about him. When he sees the end result, he can't help but joke about it, but deep inside, he's very moved and touched that you did this for him.

Warning(s) None.

A/n This one shot is written for day 14 of my Flufftober 2023 Challenge! I want to give my undying love, thanks, and firstborn child to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this on such short, SHORT notice. You're an angel, and I appreciate you more than you know. 🧡

Events Flufftober 2023 | 14. ''I hate it'' - ''No you don't'' | @flufftober

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF credit: the owner

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Drawing and painting have been your passion ever since you were a kid, and before you were on the path of becoming an Avenger, you were supposed to go to art school to live your dream.

Now, it is something you enjoy doing between missions in your downtime, and because of this, you have found a great friend in Steve. You two often chat about new supplies you got, or you give each other inspiration, and it's something you two have bonded over.

What you didn't expect, however, is that you would become the best of friends with Bucky. He was permanently closed off and didn't let anyone in besides Steve.

But when he joined the Avengers after you, you were constantly paired on missions together, and one thing led to another.

Right now, you are trying to convince your best friend to sit and model for a painting because you've been dying to put his beautiful features on a canvas.

''C'mon, it won't take long! Just one afternoon, and then it's finished. You would help me out if you did it! Pleeeeeaaaaaseeeee?' you said with the most prominent puppy eyes you can muster.

Bucky has always had a soft spot for you, and of course, the man can't say no to you. He's not made of stone, after all.

''Alright, but it'll stay between us! I don't want to see it anywhere other than your studio,'' he says with a sigh, and you pull him into a big hug while you squeal excitedly.

''Thank you, thank you, thank you!'' you say, excitement dripping from your voice. You quickly let him go to find Steve so you can tell him the good news.

A few days later, you're in your shared studio, which is basically at the top of the Avengers tower, which Tony gracefully lets you and Steve use for all your artsy needs.

Bucky sits on the couch, clad in black jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and boots. His Vibranium arm glistens beautifully in the sunlight as it falls right onto it, making it almost look glowing.

Between painting, you and Bucky talk about everything and nothing, and you keep looking at him to ensure every single line, feature, and shadow is laid down correctly.

All in all, it takes you about 5 hours, but you're thrilled with the result so far. But he's sitting too far away for you to get the details of his arm right.

''Bucky? Could you come and sit next to me for a little bit? I want to make sure I get everything correct,'' you say, and with a groan, he gets up, stretching out his muscles after sitting in the same position for so long.

You have gotten your gold paint out, and all you need to do now is replicate the intricate pattern laid out all over the Vibranium.

''Wow…'' he says softly as he sits on a chair next to you, deeply impressed with your work so far.

''All I need now is to replicate the golden pattern on your arm, and after you're all done!'' you say with a smile, but Bucky can't stop looking at himself on the canvas.

You captured every little detail of him and made him look angelic despite the dark colors you used for most of the painting.

''So? Can I see it?'' you say softly, and his head shoots to you before he finally realizes what you're asking of him. He extends his metal limb, and you look it over a few times before replicating it.

From every single line on his fingers to the more significant lines on his arm, nothing escapes your skilled eye, and with the precision you would expect from a trained assassin like yourself, you finish it.

''All done!'' you say with a big smile, and you turn to Bucky to see his reaction to the painting; he's trying to fight back a few tears because he is so moved by it.

''What do you think?'' you ask as you grab his Vibranium hand, rubbing his knuckles softly with your thumb. You're not sure if he can feel it, but you often like to do it just in case he can.

''I hate it!'' he jokes, a teasing laugh coming from his body.

''No, you don't!'' you tell him, and Bucky shakes his head. He couldn't hate it even if he wanted to. You have captured him perfectly; for a moment, he doesn't see his past.

He sees the man he has become after all his hard work; he sees himself through your eyes. He sees the man he has always wanted to be and couldn't be happier.

[hunnitastic]

🌸~Kisses and Confessions~🌸

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Third person p.o.v

It was a lovely day in the neighborhood. You were sitting outside playing julies complicated hop scotch game while frank stood by reading a hook. Right now you were shockingly winning even though you couldn't understand a lick of the rules she came up with. "Gosh darn it! How am I losing to you so quickly?" Julie complained as she stomped her foot in anger. Frank looked over and scoffed. "Julie if (y/n) is so confused by your rules and yet still manage to win at this game then don't you think maybe you ought to change the rules and make it more playable?" He spoke keeping his eyes peeled to his book. With you hands placed proudly on your hips you let out a victory laugh. "Hahaha! Well, looks I win Julie! You owe me that cake now!" You beamed in joy.

Julie threw her hands up in defeat. "Arg! Alright fine you win!" She cried out loud and playfully slapped your arm. You let out a chuckle and patted her back. "Hey frank how long did it take for us to finish the game?" You asked looking over at the other who was very well invested in his book. "Approximately 1 hour and 35 minutes." You blinked in awe. "Wow it felt way longer then that!" Julie nodded in agreement.

As the 2 of you cleaned up the sidewalk and proceeded to doodle with colored chalk you looked up and saw wally strolling down the sidewalk, hands rested behind his pockets. "Hi wally! Wanna join me and Julie for some chalk art?" You asked as you waved your arm. Wally stopped looking down at your little drawings. He held back a chuckle seeing a doodle of frank looking like an angry monster. "Those look really good. I particularly like this one of frank looking mad." Wally hummed as he pointed at the drawing. "EXCUSE ME?!?" Frank yelled as he scrambled to look at the drawing. "I do not look like that! Julie!" Frank yelled some more. "How did you know I was the one who drew it?!" "Because (y/n) doesn't draw me like that!" Frank and Julie argued as you and wally watched them bicker back and forth.

"So you up for some drawing?" You asked holding up some chalk. "It seems fun but I'm afraid I might have to pass." You cocked your head to the side. "I'm on my way to howdys shop to grab a few things." "Oh! Sorry to keep you waiting then! Go on and head to the shop, oh and tell howdy I need some more glitter glue please? Julie used up all of mine for Sally's last play" you spoke with a pout.

Wally softly chuckled and nodded his head. "I'll be sure to let him know." He hummed getting ready to head off. "I'll see you later then (y/n)." Before you could wave goodbye you watched with wide eyes as wally lifted his hand, pressed it against his lips and sweetly blowing you a kiss with a wink. Your face flushed a bright red and your heart skipped a beat as you watched your neighbor walk away.

Since...when did he know how to blow a kiss? You don't ever recall barnaby ever teaching wally how to blow a kiss. And barnaby usually teaches wally a whole bunch of things. Perhaps you'd have to ask barnaby yourself.

"Me? Teaching wally how to blow kisses? Nope sorry little bud but I never taught him how to do that." Barnaby hummed looking down at uou as you walked beside him. Holding a hotdogs in his hand. "Really? So...you mean he learned how to blow kisses all by himself?" You asked slightly surprised by this fact. "I guess it is kind of shocking isn't it? Little wally learning how to do something without my help this time! My buddys growing up" Barnaby spoke as he faked a sob causing you to chuckle. "Might as well start getting used to it. Once wally learns something new he'll be doing that non-stop for days." You blinked slightly confused. Who would blow kisses every single day?

That sounds absolutely ridiculous!

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Oh wow barnaby was actually right. As each day passed wally would continue to blow kisses to every neighbor he ran into. He'd blow a kiss at Eddie as he passed by delivering his mail, He'd blow a kiss to howdy after leaving the store and even blowing a kiss to frank while he was out catching butterflies. But for you, it was completely different. Wally wouldn't just blow kisses in your direction. Whenever he greeted you he would grab your hand a place a soft kiss on your skin. Whenever he'd pull away he would never let go of your hand. He'd firmly grasp it between his fingers. His thumb rubbing in slow circles over the top of your hand in a soothing notion. You didn't mind of course. It was rather nice to be greeted with a kiss on the hand. Especially when it's someone you fancy over.

Day by day you'd gotten very used to the casual greeting of the platonic hand kisses. But today was much more different than it was before.

You were at poppy barn helping her make sugar cookies for julies little tea party and sleepover that was going start in the afternoon. As you were busy mixing the dough poppy plopped down on a chair next to you. Dusting the flour off her apron with her feathers. "Thank you once again for helping me dear." You shook your head with a smile. "Aw it's no problem poppy! I always enjoy baking with you. It's much more fun than staying at home." You hummed as you begun to roll out the dough. "I'm looking forward to what the others will bring to the tea party!" Poppy nodded in agreement. "I believe frank told me he was going to bring lemon custard." Your mouth watered-down you heard the word 'lemon.' Frank had always told you how rich custard was and it seems today you'll finally be able to try it!

"Wow that sounds yummy. I hope this time Julie has actual tea instead of fruit punch. Last time she added too much sugar! I didn't get a wink of sleep that night either!" You huffed while cutting out cookie pieces. Poppy let out a chuckle, flinching when she heard the oven ding. "Oh! The first batch is done!" She got up and grabbed her mits and pulled out the pan of freshly baked cookies. "Now we need to wait for them to cool and then we can decorate them!" Poppy sung, her feathers ruffling in excitement. You smiled as you proceeded to place the next batch of cookies onto another tray. You hummed a sweet tune looking forward to the party and sleepover later tonight.

As the hours pass, and after you helped poppy stack the cookies on a bigger tray, you rushed home to get your sleeping bags and dress in another more casual outfit. Once you made sure you were neatly dressed and had everything you needed you quickly ran back to poppys barn. The two of you happily walked towards julies hose together. Chatting about you've been up to. You even brought up how wally has been greeting you with hand kisses. Poppys eyes widened. "Oh does he now. I know the dear likes to blow everyone kisses these days but I dont believe I've ever seen him be as gentlemanly with anyone else other than you (y/n) hun!" Poppy chirped. You lightly blushed looking at the ground. "Oh I'm sure he's just trying to be more neighborly. I am still pretty new to home after all!" You stumbled over your words.

Poppy squinted her eyes leaning her head down towards your level. "Perhaps it's something more than just wanting to be more neighborly hmm?" The bird teased. You chuckled and shook your head. "Oh stop! I'm fairly sure wallys just trying to be nice" you softly spoke thinking about what poppy had just said.

Could wally possibly...be doing more then just trying to be friendly towards you?

As the two of you reached julies house you noticed you were the last ones to arrive. Uh, you didn't think baking cookies would have kept you that long. After setting down the tray outside in the back on a neatly decorated table you noticed wally talking with howdy and barnaby. Your face wanted up when you made eye contact with your little crush who begun walking your way. Your heart fluttered once wally was a few inches away from you. "U-uh hi wally! Nice to see you at the tea...party....today-" you paused as you noticed wally leaning forward.

He lifted his hand and cupped your cheek. Tilting your head to the side wally softly pressed his lips against your cheek giving you a gentle loving kiss. Your eyes widened and face flushed a bright red. A few seconds passed before wally pulled away holding both of your hands, intertwining your fingers with his. "Hello (y/n), I'm glad you were able to come today." Wally spoke in his casual monotone voice. You couldn't manage to stare at your neighbor in the eyes. "O-oh wally, I couldn't pass up the chance to spend some time with all my friends!" You stuttered feeling wallys soft grip on your hands. You glanced up looking at the others droopy eyes and sweet cat like smile. "Ahahahaha-" you let out a nervous laugh. Wally tilted his head to the side. "Is there something wrong? You look rather nervous." Wally asked leaning closer to your face. You shook your head. "NO, NO, NO of course not! I'm all good!" You exclaimed out loud.

Good going (y/n), way to make yourself look like a fool!

Throughout the duration of the teaparty wally didn't seem like he wanted to leave your side. At the table while the others mingled over sweets and tea, wally scooted his seat close to your seat, your shoulders brushed up against each other. You listened to julies story about how one time her and frank where chasing butterflies and frank ended up rolling down a hill. You chuckled as Eddie held back frank from tackling julie to the ground for bringing up the story while poppy and howdy panicked at the scene.

As soon as night time fell and everyone cleaned up outside the rest of the gang set up their sleeping bags in the living room. Of course some furniture had to be moved around to make enough space for poppy, barnaby and howdy to all fit in. But once everything was set up, Sally rushed to set up a pillow fort for her special puppet shadow show. She's been working on it for days just for this special occasion and she's been very eager to show off her skills!

Crawling underneath the fort and finding a comfortable position to sit in you waited for the show to start. You chatted with howdy about his day. He told you about his massive shipment he received early in the morning that took him hours to stock up on the shelves. You promised him next time you'd be there to help. A moment later Sally crawled underneath the fort, a big flashlight in hand. "Ok guys! I finally found my flashlight! Now, gather around as I tell you the tale of a princess and her knight who saves her from a big scary dragon!" Sally exclaimed waving her arms up in the air as she plopped down in the ground. 

Just as you were getting comfy in your spot, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You looked behind you to see wally staring right at you with his usual droopy eyes. "Are you excited for the shadow puppets (y/n)?" He asked pulling you closer resting up against his chest. You were thankful it was ŕatger dim under the fort else wally would gave been able to see you blush like crazy. "U-uh yeah! Sally's been talking about it all week, I've been looking forward to...it..." you slowed your speech when you felt wally lean down rubbing his cheek against yours. "I've been looking forward to it too. I'm glad I get to watch it with you" he softly hummed pressing a kiss against your cheek once more.

You were extremely confused on how wally started to randomly become very touchy with you. You didn't mind it at all! Really, you enjoyed it but you still didn't know if wally saw you as something more then just a neighbor. Which it slightly frustrated you not knowing if he reciprocate his feelings back. Perhaps maybe after the shadow puppets show you'll talk to wally privately to finally ask. 

You adjusted yourself in wallys grasp while the others crawled into the fort, while poppy slightly struggled she currled up behind wally. You looked over and patted your lap motioning for poppy to rest her head on your lap, which she gladly did. You hummed softly patting her head as the phppet shadow show began.

In the middle of the little show wally would sneak kisses in between. One kiss on your cheek, one kiss on the crook of your neck, one kiss at the back of your neck etc. You couldn't help but shiver with every kiss given. It distracted you from focusing on Sally's play that you flinched when she let out a loud "ROAR!!" Startling both you and poppy. Well that definitely woke you up. "And after the prince destroyed the dragon, he took his princess by the hand and rode happily into the sunlight. The end!" Sally finished with a bow.

Everyone clapped while julie hooted and hollered. "WHOOPIE! HOORAY!" she yelled furiously clapping. You let out a chuckle. "That was really good sally! I'm impressed you managed to learn shadow puppets so quickly." Sally proudly grinned. "Why thank you (y/n)! I bothered howdy for days as practice!" Howdy nodded his head letting out a chuckle. "I'll admit it gave me something to do during slow days. You've gotten really good the first time you showed me sal." howdy spoke before yawning.

Julie clasped her hands together, Startling frank who glared at her. "Alright I think its time for all of us to hit the hay!" The others nodded in agreement while yawning in synch. You let out a yawn as well and stretched your arms as wally finally let you go from his grip as you each crawled to your sleeping bags. "Julie why must you insist on sleeping next to me?" You heard frank complain as he settled in his blankets with julie snuggling up beside him. "Because frank! I like sleeping next to you!" Julie sleepily sung while rubbing her tired eyes. "But Julie do you not recall the other times we had a sleepover and you kept repeatedly hitting me in the face while you were sleeping?" Frank grumbled while julie let out a weak laugh. "I pinky promise I won't hit you at all! And if I do then next sleepover I'll sleep next to (y/n)" you snapped your head looking over at the two. "Hey- what!? But I don't want to be slapped in the face by Julie! She hits hard!" Frank smirked as he settled in his sleeping bag. "Trust me, I know." He ended with a snicker. You let out a groan laying your head down on your pillow waiting for the others to fall asleep.

A few hours had passed. You opened your eyes and peeked around the room seeing the others sleeping peacefully while frank was being squished to death by Eddie and julie. You smiled before looking over at wally. You reached out about to tap his shoulder when you paused. You began to grow nervous. You never had to talk about your feelings to anyone before other than poppy at times let alone wally. Would it be a good idea to talk to wally? What if he didn't feel the same way? What if he brutally rejected you? The fast racing of your heart got your nervous shooting up. You shot up out of your sleeping bag and quickly, yet quietly, ran out of the living room to the backyard.

You sat on the swing set outside. Lightly swinging back and forth. Shivering at the cool air that hit your skin. "Agh...what am I thinking? He's just being nice is all..." you looked up at the night sky. Staring at the stars that twinkled brightly. "Wally probably thinks I'm weird..." 

"I think you're very lovely (y/n)."

You flinched hearing the sound of wallys voice coming from behind you. You jumped off the swing stumbling as you turned around seeing wally standing a few feet behind you. His figure luminated by the moonlight. Drowned in a soft light glow.

'He looks so beautiful...' you thought to yourself.

"OH-UM...wally I thought you were sleeping hehe" you nervously laughed fidgeting with your fingers. "I couldn't really sleep. What's got you up at this time of night neighbor?" He asked walking forward standing much closer infront of you. Your face scrunched up as you looked down at the ground. "Well...I uh-...the same with me. I couldn't really sleep either" you lied while rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. Wally tilted his head to the side. You could feel his eyes piercing right through your lie. "Hmmm is that right?" He asked resting his chin in the palm of his hand while his arm rested underneath. You slowly nodded your head, refusing to make any sort of eye contact with your crush. "You seemed rather tired during Sally's shadow puppet play. I saw you yawn many times."

You hitched your breath.

"You seemed to sleep peacefully a few hours ago before you woke up so suddenly. Are you sure it's because you couldn't sleep and its not something else?"

Your face flushed red as the embarrassment grew. He watched you sleep so he most certainly knew that not being able to sleep wasn't an excuse. You looked up finally feeling defeated when you gazed right into his eyes. You let out a sigh and shook your head. "No...it's not because I couldn't sleep." You turned around wrapping your arms around yourself. "What seems to be bothering you friend?" Wally asked. You cringed at the word 'friend'. "Well...I just...wally I-" you struggled to find the right words to say. Wally patiently waited for you to speak. You let out a shakey breath before you finally found the courage to confess.

"Well..you see..these past few days you've been...er...doing certian things that make my heart flutter. At first you only blew kisses, not just to me but to the others as well. Hehe I was rather impressed you learned how to do that without barnaby teaching you. But, later you've been giving just me all kinds of kiss. Fist it was in the hand and then it was on the cheek, my neck and- ARG" you slapped your hands over your face feeling more embarrassed than ever. "Wally... I'm just confused if you...see me as just your neighbor or as- something more. I can never understand what you do or say." You mumbled into your hands.

Wally walked up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and carefully turned you back around facing him. He reached up and slowly removed your hands from your face before cupping your softly. His eyes staring right into yours. "Silly (y/n). You're so sweet and kind," he begun, his thumb softly stroking your cheek. "I love all my friends the same but, you're much more different then they are." His smile widened when he saw your eyes light up. "I only begun to notice it a while after you moved to home. But I very much adore everything about you." Wally could feel your face heat up between his hands. "I don't think there's anything about you I could ever dislike. To me, you're the most wonderful person I've ever met." He finished as he went and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

A smiled painted its way onto your lips as you reached up and softly grasped his hands with yours. Your heart skipping a beat as you leaned into the kiss. All of your nerves suddenly disappeared. You pulled wally into a hug. His body going limp yet he didn't seem to mind it at all as you squeezed him tightly.

"I love you wally..."

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"I love you more (y/n)."

While the two of you were outside having your moment the others had woken up and watched the entire thing go down behind a window. Julie happily stimming from excitement while slapping frank on the back. "I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT!" Frank let out a grumbled grabbing julies hands and placing them down by her sides. "It was very much obvious that these two had a thing going on. However I think wally may have been a bit TOO obvious." The others nodded in agreement.

As you pulled away from the hug you glanced over and noticed the other peeping from the window. "HEY!" you yelled causing them to scrambled and fall. Poppys feathers flying in the air as she squawked. You shook your head and let out a chuckle. "We sure do have some crazy neighbors don't we?" You asked as the both of you began walking back inside. Wally nodded in agreement. "But I enjoy their company very much." He leans down to give you another sweet kiss on the cheek.

"But I enjoy your company most of all~."

||THE END||

[[OUAGH I hope I did a good job here. I tried to add as much fluff as possible so it ended up being pretty long. My apologies. But with this story finally out of the way ill be able to work on requests in about a week or so! Thank you all for the support! It means alot to me♡]]

[eggwishing]

LORD alfuckingmighty i don't think there is a single string of words i could piece 2gether to properly describe the absolute magnificence of ur art . you have such a vast understanding of art & so many of its intricacies. ur character designs are ALWAYS incredible, so so endearing & memorable. every time i see one i get incredibly excited & am strangled by the urge to make fanart because just. oh my god. you have some of the BEST color work i have ever fucking seen like it is genuinely fucking spectacular what you are able to create & look good with combinations of colors i would NOT think to place in the way you do if i were given the same palette. i feel like calling your doodles just "doodles" is like, WRONG, because every single one is something u could spend ages looking at on its own. i'd pick favorites to describe but we would be here for hours . you have the insane ability to keep your style consistent but are able to stretch it & change it for whatevers appropriate/the receive your desired result for the particular drawing and its just SO. SO. COOL. take literally all of this and add it to the fact that you can fucking ANIMATE !!! while still keeping all of these features of ur style intact and that fact is just OTHERWORLDLY to me in the best way possible . not only that but ur stories r always so very intriguing and it makes me SOO ANGRY that oc artwork & original stories dont receive the same attention as fandom work or otherwise because i swear 2 fucking god you go absolutely ABOVE and beyond in terms of creativity for ur stories & DESERVE THE RECOGNITION AAAAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRORWGGGGGGGGGGGGRWGGGGGGGGGGRGGGGGGGGGRGGGGGGGGGGGGGRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG okay im done. i hav been up for almost 24 hours and saw one of ur drawings and got real emotional ihope uhave an awesome day eebrt i hope to be at least 10th place in ur list of biggest fans .

oh my god . I'm responding to this on a computer which doesn't have any of my usual images OR emojis that I would usually throw at you like. I don't know Someone who's really really REALLY good at throwing stuff. so I'll just use my words. THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!!!! this means the absolute world to me.. I did not expect to be blasted in the face by one million kisses when I checked my inbox, I had to sit back in my chair like WOW.... I love you .... I love youuuu...... thank you so much for the encouragement, I've been feeling not so confident And kind of afraid (leaving to study animation in college very soon) for the last few days n your words are lifting me out of the void like bingbong's rocket from inside out. not gonna lie your comments are one of the highlights of posting on Tumblr, I love reading them so much when you reblog my stuff. they're beautiful and always make me feel better when I'm feeling down... you were there from the days of homestuck dragons... you were always there for my ocs... You are a "real one." If I had a heart locket I'd print out your icon and put it in there along with all the other people I treasure ^_^ so yeah, definitely in the ranks... when I'm up on stage wearing a solid gold tuxedo (they had to wheel me in because I could not walk in the Solid Gold Tuxedo) and giving my speech to the world before I take it over my i will start by saying First of all I'd like to thank Mel Tumblr user Melissa-titanium On Tumblr for always hyping me up... could not have made it this far without him. And then I'd press the doomsday button and blow up every world leader.

I wish I could respond with something that appropriately returns the energy of what you sent me, but this is all I've got. Just know I am vibrating in my chair right now... hope you got some sleep!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[snickerduu]

Hello hello, hope you’re doing well! I just wanted to know ask this: How do you do so many things (art, web development, etc.) and keep a constant passion of it? I always seem to drop hobbies/work because I don’t see anything beyond it for me and I want to know if you’ve ever had to combat that? (It sounds like a lengthy question, but I just wanted to know from your point of you)

ooh it definitely seems that way out in public, but i do get burned out with specific hobbies! especially back in my teen years. i would always think "it has to be one or the other" when it came to art, programming, and music, but i realized throughout my young adulthood that all of these things make me really happy and i don't really wanna go through life without knowing what it feels like to touch on each of them

i definitely still get burned out by them! if i program more than 3 hours a day my head starts hurting because my brain is small and if i draw for more than 12 without breaks (which i have done before for work) i stop drawing completely for a while HAHAHA i think i've also just found a point where i know how much of what hobby i can handle per day per week 👍 and i need to stress that i love the mediums a lot!

one thing that helped me greatly is looking at really cool work from really great people and changing my mindset from "i can never be as good as them, why am i trying so hard?" to "wow, it would be really cool if i could get good like that -- i want to try!" after switching to that thinking, i started thinking that i'd always improve as long as i keep at it and stay inspired (even if the progress isn't as fast as i want it to be)! another thing is that i really enjoy doing these things, i have a lot of abandoned projects throughout the years, but that doesn't mean i can't or shouldn't start new ones. dont gatekeep urself!!!

it's definitely a hassle when u start mixing it in with time management and overthinking ur capabilities!! but if it ultimately makes you happy then scheduling a few hours per day can go a long way for your mental wellbeing. a hobby should feel fun :)

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Please tell me you have some fluff after that angst you posted, because god damn. I would hug and cuddle konig any day of the week.

❤️ Things König has heard after he started dating you (things he can't stop thinking about) ❤️

"Wow… You work in the military?!" *with shining eyes*

"Can you teach me how to shoot sometime? I'll be a good student I promise ^^"

"You know martial arts too? Ok, you're officially the coolest guy I've ever met."

"I love it when you talk about knives, but can we kiss now? ;)"

"I really missed you… Did you miss me?"

"I hope you like muffins, I baked you a whole box of them!"

"You brought me flowers...? Gosh, could you get any more charming?"

"You're such a gentleman ^^" (After he just opened the door for you)

*that helpless noise you made when you saw him naked for the first time*

"Oh god, you have the best cock ever…"

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop—!"

*literally all the noises and little gasps you make in bed*

"I knew you'd be trouble…" *while lying in his arms, in your happy sex afterglow, drawing little circles on his chest*

"I can't stop thinking about you, big boy~…" *on the phone, just before phone seggs*

"I really like you, you know?" *while cuddling and fiddling with his shirt*

"You can't just say/do that and expect not to be kissed!" (After he just said or did something nice and sweet)

"König… Five more minutes…" *when he's trying to get out of the bed in the morning and you attach yourself to him with sleepy determination*

[tokosparrow]

Could you do max Fischer headcannons of him and a gn reader in a relationship (hope this makes sense first time requesting :3)

a/n: OMGOMGOMG first time actually getting a max fischer request and i’m pretty excited (i’ve never seen any other content with him so i’m happy :3) plus sorry if it may seem hes a bit ooc, i kinda don’t know how to properly characterize him just yet >.<

> you two possibly met at one of the many clubs that max either is the head or founder of, which was pretty surprising to you but yet very impressing.

> and you maybe got his attention by sharing the same couple interests that he happens to be really interested, so your friendship with him kinda just happened.

> soon max seems to find himself more interested in you and your hobbies than he would his other friends at rushmore.

> then soon….BAM

> max realizes he has a big rising crush on you, he’s a little worried at first but he soon gotten over it when he’s also realizes he enjoys just being around you and talking to you as much as he can.

> like he was with miss cross in the movie, he’s very VERY much smitten with you.

> the moment you mutter something you enjoy deeply, he’s immediately on his way to imply it to the school in some way, shape or form.

“i actually really enjoy art museums :)”

“……”

“i’ll be right back, give me a moment please”

> soon he has all art classes go on weekly mandatory trips to art museums to study in after many convincing arguments how it’ll help students learn better.

> and when max actually comes around to actually confessing, he writes you a letter, giving it to you in a neatly put together envelope with little drawings and hearts that he drew (how sweet of him <333)

> let’s just hope you could understand the french writing he sparkled in the confession here and there, he just wants to be as romantic as he can <333

> now let’s get to the ACTUAL relationship headcannons LOL

> like i said before, max is VERY much smitten with you, like either getting you a small bouquet of your favorite flowers or leaving sweet hand written notes in your locker expressing how much he loved you.

> one time he even went up to your window while it was raining because supposedly he was caught in the rain while getting home and he was close to your house already (he just missed you, that’s all <3)

> he soon stayed at your house for the rest of the night since it was getting late and you didn’t him going home in the heavy rain.

> max seems like someone to really enjoy PDA so expect some hand holding and some kisses on your hand as he walks you home or just out in public <333

> he’s just such a showoff so he always brings up something good about you at any second of the day.

“did you know my partner is an amazing writer <3?”

“yes max, you’ve said this many times…”

“well you’re in to learn many more things about them from ME >:)”

> max even has a couple printed out pictures of you that he likes to keep around his room and even a picture of the both of you in his pocket that he carries everywhere since he says it gives him a bit of luck (he got a D on a test once when carrying the picture and swore it gave him luck)

> he even shared his first kiss with you, it was a bit unexpected for him since it felt like a normal day with you to him until you randomly kissed him.

“oh wow….i didn’t expect that all…wanna do it again :>?”

“you’re so silly <333”

> since then, he always finds an excuse to kiss you, he loves you a bunch <333

[general-dweebous]

Cute Gale Headcannons or whatever

Gale is a #1 fan of knowledge and the arts, so anything you do regarding or relating to that either gets him all mushy and lovey or makes him want to bed you

He recommends a book to you that he loves and thinks you’d like, and catches you reading it out in his favorite spot on his balcony, and it goes one of two ways:

he gets all lovey-dovey and comes to cuddle you while you read, a book in his hand as well, OR… he comes to distract you with wandering hands and kisses pretending to be interested in what you have to say about the book, trying to get you to give in to him

He loves to watch you draw / paint and is always overly supportive, “the way you capture natures beauty with a simple pen and paper will always wow me”, just nothing but compliments and praise

You know he’d be the type to use the silly bookmarks you make him, and pin your sketches up around his home- especially the silly doodles of Tara

He loves when you play with his hair while he studies, it feels intimate and relaxing to him, but all in all he just enjoys when you’re near

I imagine that one of the things that won him over about you was a mixture of showing interest in his ramblings, or being just as excited about facts and things you’ve learned or are interested in. He swears he could talk with you for decades and not grow tired of it.

And let’s be real- Gale would totally be the type to recreate the romance and smut you read. He inquires one day about what has you so flushed, and when you show him the pages, you see a smirk on his face grow. You go to take the book away from him out of embarrassment, and he holds a hand up to you- “ah ah- I’m studying” he’d say.. just for him to pull the same move on you moments later followed by some sort of flirty comment like “was it this part that had your heart racing?.. or this?” knowing damn well you’re putty in his hands.

[14th-century-verona-queer]

Sokka Headcannons

pt 2!

As always i remind you all that I’ve not watched atla in genuine years, please correct me for any wrong information

On to the hc’s!

he’s secretly a VERY good singer. Kya used to teach him how to sing when he was younger in order to do simple prayers and rituals asking the spirits to keep Hakoda safe and bring back a successful hunt. Sokka would sit next to her, looking up starry-eyed at the beautiful melodies that would come out of his mothers’ mouth. He would spend all day practicing, humming the tunes to himself, trying to get them perfect, and at night would run up to his mother with a hushed “look look mom! Listen to this!” And sing it right, note for note. And she would smile and say “very good, sokka. You might even be better than me some day!” And sokka would always grin at the thought of finally, I did something right! And now mom’s proud of me. After Kya’s death, he spent months without singing. He would train all day and almost all night to try to be better, be faster, be stronger. One day after he finished his night training, he heard Katara wake up and screaming from a nightmare. He pulled Katara onto his bed, lay her head on his lap, and stroked her hair while he sang softly to her. Kya’s lullabies one of the few things that he remembers about her, and it’s the only thing that would calm Katara down. He’s still sort of embarrassed about his singing voice, so no one but Katara knows how good of a singer he is until one day Zuko wakes up from a nightmare. He put’s Zuko’s head in his lap, just like he used to to Katara, and starts singing a low, haunting melody in his native language (more on that next), and Zuko looks at him suprised, but then slowly relaxes and falls asleep with a smile on his face. After that night Zuko begs over and over for Sokka to sing for him some more which is rare because Zuko isn’t usually very pushy. I guess he liked his singing. It’s mostly because of the look on Sokka’s face when he sings and how pretty he looks and how well he sings and wow hes just really pretty oh my god and it makes zuko lose his fucking mind. Eventually the rest of the Gaang finds out (after a very very long time), and sometimes certain words, (or even just randomly he’ll remember) will remind him of a song and he’ll just quietly hum or sing and everyone stops and stares for a second cause damn sokka thats rlly pretty youre acc rlly good

(Ive seen this headcannon that all the nations have their respective native languages, and then a universal language used for trade and all that, so this stems from that ) Sokka slips back into his native language a lot and switches between his native language and the universal language a lot (kinda like Spanglish lol). Bc of this everyone in the Gaang knows enough of the language to have a conversation (especially Suki and eventually Zuko because teaching people he dates his native language is just?? Rlly important to him? He wants to share everything about their culture and teach his partners about how see this word actually can’t be translated to Universal Language, but its really versatile and here’s the whole history of how this word was created. He really loves language and learning so he wants his partners to enjoy it too) he mostly slips back into the language out of force of habit, but also makes a conscious effort to speak it to make sure he doesn’t forget his culture and remind people that the water tribe’s aren’t savages, they have genuine spoken languages and converse like normal people. Whenever he and Katara are fighting they’ll fight very fast and unintelligiblyin their native tongue so everyone else is just kinda trying to figure out what they’re arguing about lol.

after everyone made fun of his art skills you know DAMN WELL he learned how to draw after that. Brother was up at DAWN learning the basic elements of art so he could show up with a Mona Lisa next time the Gaang got together and wipe the smirks off their faces (and ofc Zuko hung up every single one of his drawings, no matter how messy or fast or bad, in the palace)

HE BUILT A STATUE OF KATARA. SOMEWHERE. (I haven’t watched LOK but ik that there are statues of the Gaang around!) if there’s one thing that that man loves, its his sister. He will CONSTANTLY remind everyone. “UHM YEA, ALL YOU WOMEN TRAINING IN BATTLE IN THE NORTH POLE??? DONT FORGET WHO YOU OWE THAT TO. YEA. MY WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL AMAZING (but dont tell her i said that abt her) SISTER DID THAT. AND DONT YOU DICKWADS FORGET IT”

And yea, thats all i got for now lol

You can find part 1 here (cause its been a month since the first one): pt1

[bloodylullaby]

Give Me Something Beautiful

Summary: Morrigan's ordinary life takes an extraordinary turn when Noah Sebastian, the lead singer of Bad Omens, stumbles upon her quaint little shop adorned with her captivating photography. Intrigued by her talent and drawn to her genuine spirit, Noah invites Morrigan to capture the essence of his band's concert through her lens. Their initial friendship blossoms into a deep and meaningful connection as they spend time together, fueled by their shared love for art and music. Despite their challenges as their worlds collide, Morrigan and Noah navigate the complexities of fame and intimacy, ultimately finding solace and strength in each other's arms. Through their journey from strangers to lovers, they discover that amidst life's chaos, true beauty lies in the simple moments shared between two souls destined to be together.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OC

Content Warning: None

Word Count: 3178

MasterList

Tag List: @thescarlettvvitch @malerieee @lookwhatitcost @herbhuntress @thatgirlforever5 @xxkittenkissesxx @lma1986

Author's Note: This is a longer chapter, A whole ten pages!

Chapter Six

The bus hit a bump, jolting me awake. I sat up abruptly, smacking my head against the bunk ceiling. Groaning, I clutched my forehead in agony. I heard shuffling and a knock on the wall next to my head. “Are you okay in there Morrigan? It sounded like you hit something pretty hard,” Noah stated. I opened the curtain. As our eyes met, he spotted my hand cradling my forehead, and a chuckle escaped him. I squinted slightly at him, prompting a louder chuckle from him. "Would you like an ice pack?" he offered. 

I began to nod my head slightly, but the pain intensified, so I halted midway. "Yes, please," I gasped. He glanced at me with a hint of concern before heading to the small kitchen area. Within a few minutes, he returned, clutching the ice pack. He gently placed it on my forehead, holding it there for me. I murmured a thank you, attempting to push away my thoughts so I wouldn't blush in front of him. 

We eventually locked eyes, sharing a brief moment. "Is your forehead feeling better?" Noah asked in a murmur.

"Yes, thank you. I appreciate your help and concern," I replied softly. Noah gave me a small smile, and I returned it. As we continued to make eye contact, a moment of silent understanding passed between us. Before either of us could add to our conversation, Jolly came running back to us excitedly, utterly unaware of the subtle exchange Noah and I had shared. 

“There you are, sleepyhead! We’ve been waiting all day for you,” Jolly exclaimed. I looked at him, perplexed.

“What do you mean by 'all day'?” I asked, still confused.

“It’s two in the afternoon,” he laughed. I glanced at both of them in shock, then checked my phone, confirming what he said about the time.

“Oh wow, I didn’t realize I was so tired. When do we arrive at our next destination?” I asked sheepishly.

“We won’t get to the hotel until 8:30 - 9:00. Depends on our stops for food,” Noah smiled. I nodded in understanding, and then my stomach growled, drawing further attention to me. The boys laughed as I blushed. 

“We can stop for some food; let's go see what we can decide on,” Noah said with a smile. I nodded, following them to the front, joining Nick, Folio, and Bryan. Everyone greeted me with a smile as we sat down, Noah making sure I took the spot right next to him. After ten minutes of trying to figure out where to eat for a late lunch, we decided to go to Taco Bell. As we ate our food on the bus, I watched Nick and Bryan playing on the Switch on the TV while Noah sat to my left, engrossed in writing in a notebook.

As the journey continued, the afternoon sunlight softened, casting a warm glow through the bus windows. The chatter among us filled the air, blending with the engine's hum. Occasionally, Noah paused his writing to join the conversations, sharing anecdotes and laughter with the group. Outside, the scenery transitioned from urban landscapes to rolling hills and lush greenery as we approached our destination. The gentle sway of the bus and the rhythmic rumble of the road lulled some of us into a peaceful state while others remained engaged in their activities.

As the hours passed, the anticipation of reaching the hotel grew palpable. We exchanged stories, listened to music, and occasionally stole glances out the window, eagerly awaiting our arrival. Despite the fatigue from the journey, there was an undeniable sense of camaraderie and excitement among us as we continued our adventure together. I look at the time, and it's 8:00, giving me a sense of relief that we are almost to our destination. 

I lean next to Noah to ask him a question. “What is our destination, anyway?” I quietly ask him. He hums and looks up at me. 

He hums and looks up at me.

"Charlotte, North Carolina," he said with a smile before returning to his notebook. Excitement bubbles inside me; I've never been out of state before, and going to a big city is just as exciting.

"What are you doing over there, busy bee?" I asked Noah. A glint of amusement shines in his eye as he laughs.

"Writing down possible lyrics, thoughts, feelings. You know, all of what makes an artist an artist," he said with a smile while looking at me. As Noah returned his focus to his notebook, the conversation shifted to various topics, ranging from music preferences to upcoming plans for our trip and the tour. We shared stories and jokes, the atmosphere buzzing with camaraderie and anticipation.

The scenery gradually transformed outside the window, signifying our approach to our destination. Tall buildings began to dot the skyline, and the traffic thickened as we neared the city's heart. With each passing mile, the excitement in the air grew more palpable. We exchanged eager glances and shared smiles. Finally, we reached the hotel. Stretching, I was the first out of the bus, causing laughter to erupt as I jolted onto the pavement and looked around in awe. Eventually, The boys all filed out, joining my side. Nick threw an arm around both mine and Noah’s shoulders, giving a contented sigh.

"Now it’s time for hotel shenanigans," he proclaimed, sharing a glint of mischief with Noah. I giggled and went to get my bags from storage, but Noah beat me to it. He pulled out both my suitcases. I thanked him with a playful roll of my eyes, trying to hide the pink tint on my cheeks, and hurriedly grabbed my smaller bag from my bunk. Once I got everything in it, I walked back outside to see Nick carrying Noah’s and his suitcase, while Noah was adamant about holding both of mine.

Once checked in, we all headed to the third floor, where our rooms were. Nervousness was etched into my being. Noah seemed to notice as he nudged my elbow, mouthing if I was okay. I nodded at him and gave him my best smile, trying not to show my nervousness. It didn't work as he pulled me into a side hug, rubbing my arm reassuringly. Once we reached our floor, everyone received their keys from Noah, except me; he held onto mine as we watched everyone enter their rooms.

He turned to me and gave me an encouraging smile, leading the way down the hall to where I presumed our rooms were. "I made sure that our rooms were next to each other in case you feel overwhelmed or need a friend. I'll be just next door," he said with a warm smile. Feeling touched by Noah's thoughtfulness, I smiled gratefully and nodded. As we reached our rooms, Noah first unlocked the door to his room and then mine. Stepping inside, I found the room cozy and welcoming, with a comfortable bed and soft lighting.

"We are all planning to use the pool in half an hour. Would you like to join us?" he asks softly.

I look up at him and smile. "Yes, I would love to," I said softly.

"Awesome, I’ll come grab you, and we can both walk down together then," he said before hugging me and leaving me to his room. Alone in my room, I took a moment to unpack and settle in, grateful for Noah's presence and our bond. With a contented sigh, I unpacked my blanket and stuffed animal and grabbed my swimwear. I felt a little nervous about wearing it around the boys since this would be the first time I had ever been in a swimsuit around any of them. I knew they didn’t care, but it was still nerve-wracking.

With my 30-minute downtime, once I got dressed, I decided to do what I thought was best: unpack one of my books and start reading. Being so engrossed in my book, the time flew by, and I jumped when I heard Noah knocking on the door. Grabbing a towel, I opened the door and came face-to-face with a bare-chested Noah. We made eye contact, causing me to blush and look away slightly. I could have sworn that he did a quick once-over on me, making me even more nervous. After a brief eye contact, Noah smiled warmly and gestured for me to join him. I quickly composed myself and followed him out of the room, trying to shake off the nervousness from our encounter at the door. 

As we made our way to the hotel pool, Noah engaged me in light conversation, helping to ease my nerves. The laughter and splashing grew louder as we approached the pool area, indicating that the others were already enjoying themselves. Folio is having a cannonball competition with Jolly While Nick and Bryan chill out in the hot tub, having what looks like a deep conversation. 

"Any preference on what we do?" Noah inquires, glancing around. As I observe Nick and Bryan departing for the pool to join the others, I suggest, 

"I'm leaning towards the hot tub, but if you’d rather join the guys in the pool, feel free." My smile reassures him. Noah shakes his head with a smile and gently takes hold of my wrist, leading me to the hot tub. He settled into the hot tub first and extended his hand, graciously offering assistance as I joined him. I accepted his gesture with gratitude, slipping into the water beside him. Ensuring our backs were turned to the boys, he positioned himself closely to me. As we adjusted to our seats, I noticed snickering from the boys. Curious, I turned my head to see them staring and whispering. It wasn't until Nick caught my gaze that he initiated a playful splash war by dousing the others with water.

Giggling, I redirect my focus to Noah and me. He meets my gaze with a curious expression before smiling and casually draping his arm behind me. Taking a deep breath, I lean back, fully surrendering to the tranquil atmosphere and letting myself relax entirely. Noah nudges me gently, prompting me to open one eye and glance at him, humming in response. 

After nudging you, Noah leans closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know," he starts, "we could always challenge those guys to a splash war of our own. What do you say?" he suggests with a playful grin, inviting you to join in the fun. After a moment of contemplating, I agreed. Looking around, I spotted a water toy chest and nodded my head in its direction to Noah. 

Excitedly, Noah nods in agreement, his grin widening. Following your gaze, he notices the water toy chest and nods back, understanding your plan. Together, you both make your way over to the chest, eager to arm yourselves for the impending splash war. With a triumphant grin, Noah and I grab a water gun from the chest, feeling ready for the upcoming battle. Noah gives me a playful wink before we both stealthily return to our positions in the hot tub, prepared to unleash a torrent of watery retaliation upon the unsuspecting boys.

Thankfully, the boys remain so preoccupied with each other that they don’t notice any movement from either of us. "Who are you aiming for first?" Noah asks a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh, definitely, Jolly. You?" I reply with a smile, already anticipating the playful chaos about to unfold.

"Nick, for sure, deserves it for earlier," Noah stated confidently. I couldn't help but look at him curiously, but he refused to meet my gaze. A slight blush seemed to form on his cheeks, adding a hint of mystery to his playful declaration. Suddenly, I changed my mind and playfully squirted Noah with the water gun, catching him off guard. "What was that for?" he asks, laughing.

"Just because," I state with a mischievous grin. He chuckles in response, and we both refocus on it. With synchronized precision, we count down from three and leap out of the hot tub, letting out a spirited war cry as we charge toward the unsuspecting boys. I target Jolly, practically drenching him with the water gun until he's almost swimming in the splash. Meanwhile, Noah aims at Nick, soaking him and focusing his onslaught on his face with a mischievous grin. The laughter echoes around us as the splash war intensifies, each of us fully embracing the playful chaos of the moment. The impending splash war, ready to unleash our watery vengeance on the unsuspecting targets. 

As I drench Jolly with the water gun, he retaliates by lunging out of the pool and tackling me, sending us both into the water with a resounding splash. Emerging from the pool, I burst into laughter, gasping for breath as the hilarity of the moment overtakes me. Through the shimmering water, I catch sight of Noah's quick escape, diving into the pool to evade Nick's retaliatory onslaught. The scene is a whirlwind of laughter and splashing, each of us fully immersed in the joyous chaos of the splash war.

Feeling a sudden brush against my legs, I tense momentarily before Noah breaks through the surface beside me, laughing. Before I can react, he playfully grabs hold of me and pushes me underwater, eliciting a cascade of bubbles and laughter. When I resurface, I seize the opportunity for retaliation, attempting to jump on his back and return the favor. However, Noah proves to be stronger than anticipated, and despite my best efforts, he remains steadfast, barely budging under my weight. We both dissolve into laughter.

After half an hour of horseplay, I find myself thoroughly worn out and needing rest. Making my way to one of the poolside chairs, I collapse onto it, feeling the warmth of the indoor pool seeping into my tired muscles. Stretching out, I close my eyes, relishing in the soothing sensation as I fully unwind and relax. The sounds of laughter and splashing still echo in the background, but I simply bask in the moment's tranquility.

Feeling the poolside chair shift slightly, I open my eyes to see Jolly settling in next to me, a friendly smile on his face. "Hey there," he greets me warmly, his voice carrying over the sounds of the pool. "Mind if I join you for a chat?" he asks, his tone inviting and amiable. I nod in response, welcoming the company as we settle into a comfortable conversation, the warmth of the indoor pool creating a cozy backdrop to our exchange.

"Not at all; I would love to talk with you," I responded with a friendly smile, appreciating the opportunity for some relaxed conversation amidst the lively atmosphere of the pool. Time seemed to slip away as we chatted, and our conversation flowed effortlessly from one topic to the next. From sharing our favorite TV shows to delving into deeper discussions about our deepest fears, we opened up to each other more and more. Our friendship grew more robust with each exchange, forging a more profound connection that transcends the casual setting of the poolside conversation—m—moments like these, filled with genuine connection and understanding, made friendships special.

I felt excitement as I reflected on our conversation, the budding friendship with Jolly, and the already strong bond with Noah. It was comforting to realize that I was finding genuine connections with others amidst the newness and unfamiliarity of being away from home. The thought of having Jolly as a close friend, alongside Noah, brought a sense of warmth and belonging that made the distance from home feel a little less daunting. Being with this group, sharing laughs and conversations, was already starting to feel like a home away from home.

As the hour passed, the rest of the boys gradually followed suit, joining Jolly and me at the chairs. Noah took the spot on my other side, stretching out lazily as he settled in. With a casual glance, he looked at me, his expression relaxed. "Are you doing okay over there?" I asked in a lazy tone, mirroring his relaxed demeanor.

"Yeah," I began, a smile tugging at my lips. "I'm having a lot of fun tonight. Thank you for bringing me down with you, Noah." He returned the smile, a warm glint in his eyes, before settling back into his relaxed position. Returning to my conversation with Jolly, I immersed myself in the easy flow of discussion. Occasionally, Noah's hand would brush against mine, a silent reassurance that he was still there, checking in to ensure I was doing okay.

As the night drew to a close, everyone eventually returned to their rooms, leaving Noah and me alone as we headed towards ours. Along the way, I couldn't help but notice Noah stealing glances in my direction every other second. Each time, I found myself smiling, appreciating how he was subtly checking up on me, even in the quiet moments of our journey back. The simple yet meaningful gesture spoke volumes about his thoughtfulness and care.

Pausing at my door, Noah and I exchanged a smile, a silent acknowledgment of the bond we had formed throughout the evening. In that moment, amidst the quiet hallway, our shared smiles spoke volumes, conveying a sense of companionship and understanding that didn't need words to be expressed "We're going to have an early day tomorrow again," Noah started with an apologetic look.

"Okay, that's fine. What time do I need to get up?" I asked, mentally preparing for the early start.

"We'll get up at six, try to have breakfast by seven at the latest, and then be out the doors," he replied, outlining the plan for the next day. I nod my head, showing my understanding. "Would you like me to do a wake-up knock on your door? I tend to have to do it with Bryan and Folio most times," Noah asked, his warm smile reassuring.

"Yes, please, I would appreciate that," I replied gratefully, thankful for his thoughtfulness. It was comforting to know he was looking out for me, even in the small details of our morning routine.

"Alright, sounds like a plan," Noah said, his voice tinged with warmth. We stood there, facing each other, almost hesitant to part ways. "Is it okay if I hug you?" he asked sheepishly. I nodded, a soft smile playing on my lips, and leaned in for the embrace. Noah enveloped me in a bear hug, and we lingered there, wrapped in each other's arms, the moment stretching into what felt like a couple of minutes. It was a simple gesture, yet I felt a sense of comfort and connection that was truly special in that embrace.

We pulled away from the hug, blushing like there was no tomorrow. "I'll see you tomorrow," Noah said, his voice filled with warmth.

"See you tomorrow," I replied warmly, anticipating the day ahead. As Noah headed to his room, I watched him go, grateful for our connection.

[zimanddibdiary]

Hello Everyone, or whoever is left of the IZ/Zadr community! How have yall been??? Doing Good I hope!

It's been years since I last posted on this blog and wow, what a time. Life can really pull you away from your passions can't it? QwQ

If you don't mind a lil rant of sorts, I'd like to start off by saying that I v much still have a strong connection towards this blog to this very day! It's been my most precious project, I enjoy the characterizations and the story so much, I can confidently say I've never accomplished anything quite this impressive, considering it's fan-made~

That being said, there was one glaring obstacle in my way in terms of continuing the blog, and the horrible irony of it being; the art, which is what inspired the blog in the first place.

And it is still the primary reason I struggle to continue, that and I mean, isk how active the community is these days and that's a v important factor for askbloging, interaction!

In all honesty, I want to continue this account, I have for a while! However, I have very little time/energy to draw, but ik I will want to (here and there) if I were to reboot the blog. I have made attempts to make this an RP askblog with some art, and I believe that could still work, although not as exciting, it still allows me to continue being silly with the boys and you guys~

This is something I sincerely miss, IZ will forever be my favorite cartoon until the day I die, and ZaDR/ZaFR is just so special to me compared to other ships I've pursued!

After a good week of like deliberation, I might reboot the blog as an RP askblog and draw when I feel inspired to. They will be sketches at best, and they may be sketches of replies that I particularly wanna see drawn, or I might actually draw a reply as I see fit~

The reboot would also depend on how much interest this post receives as well, it's difficult putting effort into something with v little interest in return but since it's been YEARS, I will wait it out for a bit and decide if it's doable~♡

Again, I personally would love to reboot this blog and I would love to know if anyone else would like to see it run again~ I hope you all are having a good day and I'll update my decision in due time my friends💕