#now you know what my canvases look like before i finish a drawing .. i draw EVERYWHERE

[shiresome]

And goodnight to you ........ Superman and Lobo drawing I will never finish ......................

no genuinely. why did he Do That

[felixsramen]

Yours Truly

This is part 26 to my Skz poly fic. I've been so busy with work but I'm so excited that they gave me time off today.

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"The park?" Jisung says to Hyunjin. Hyunjin nods as you guys get out the car.

"What are we doing in the park?" You ask Hyunjin. Hyunjin heads to the trunk of the car and opens it. Inside is 3 easels, 3 canvases, and paint along with paint brushes.

"I thought painting in the park would be nice." Hyunjin says quietly now unsure if it's a good idea. Jisung notices and quickly takes his hand.

"It is Jinnie." Jisung says and you smile at Hyunjin nodding. Hyunjin smiles back and starts grabbing the easels. Jisung grabs the rest even when you tell him you could carry something and him saying something about him being chivalrous. You ignore him and grab the paint brushes when he almost drops it.

"Stop being so hard headed Ji." You say as Hyunjin finally stops in a spot. "I'm not being hard headed. This date is about you. You shouldn't have to worry about doing anything." Jisung says putting the paint down.

"It's a bag of brushes Ji. Not bricks. Even then I'd still help. Plus you carried 3 bags full of paint." You say and Jisung looks to Hyunjin.

"Hold up. Why do we need 3 bags of paint? We're not painting the Mona Lisa." Jisung says as Hyunjin sets up the easels. "Wait we aren't right?" Jisung says slightly panicking.

Hyunjin looks at him. "No Ji. We are not painting the Mona Lisa." Hyunjin says and Jisung sighs relieved.

"Great because I can barely paint a flower." Jisung says and you laugh at his words. Hyunjin looks at you and smiles.

Jisung looks at you in awe. "Why are you guys looking at me like that?" You say and Jisung shakes his head and smiles.

"No reason." Hyunjin says with a hint of a blush as he picks up the canvases placing them. You look at the boys in confusion as they finish setting it up.

Hyunjin hands you a paint brush and directs you to a easel. "Draw whatever you like. Whatever comes to mind." Hyunjin says from behind you.

Jisung sighs as Hyunjin comes beside him. "Whatever you want love." Hyunjin says and Jisung nods. Hyunjin kisses his cheek before going to his own.

You watch as Hyunjin immediately picks up paint and gets to work. You knew already about Hyunjins secret talent. More than one of the boys mentioning it to you.

You look at your canvas. You decide to paint what you've felt recently. Multiple flowers each one a different emotion.

Eventually you finish and step back to look at the painting. Jisung comes behind you and leans his head on your shoulder.

"Field of flowers? They're beautiful." Jisung says and you smile at his compliment.

"Each ones a different emotion I've felt. The red ones anger. Sadness is blue. Yellow is anxious. Red is love." You say softly and Jisung wraps his hands around your waist burying his face in your neck.

You realized now there was quite a bit of blue and yellow flowers in the field. "We fucked up so bad." Jisung says clear enough for you to hear.

"We're going to try everything to make it up to you." Hyunjin says now also behind you leaning his head on your shoulder.

"It's truly beautiful though." Hyunjin says and you smile.

"Thank you." You reply back as Jisung moves his head away from being buried in your neck.

Jisung sighs softly. "You're amazing." Jisung says kissing your shoulder.

"We're still in a public park Ji." Hyunjin reminds him and Jisung smiles shrugging.

"I don't care. I'm not making out with her in public now am I?" Jisung replies back and Hyunjin rolls his eyes. You let out a laugh.

Jisung moves from behind you taking your hand leading you to his. Jisung drew a very detailed picture of a sunset and you can't help but stare in awe. "I know it's not the best. Hyunjin is the artist. I'm not. He's taught me a few things though." Jisung says shyly admitting.

"I think it's beautiful Ji. It's really good. You're sure art isn't a secret talent of yours?" You ask in amazement. Jisung shyly smiles at your praise as you continue to look at each details.

"It really is beautiful. It's very detailed." Hyunjin replies smiling. "I don't think I could've even done this as well as you have." Hyunjin says continuing to praise him.

"You guys are just saying that." Jisung says not believing your comments.

You look at him smiling. You take his hand in yours. "We're not just saying that." You reply back. Hyunjin kisses his cheek.

"Don't underestimate yourself. It's very beautiful." Hyunjin says and Jisung smiles at you both.

Jisung gets excited though as he pulls you both towards Hyunjins painting. "He always paints so beautifully. I can't wait to see what it is this time." Hyunjin chuckles at his boyfriends excitement.

Jisung stops pulling you both once he sees the painting. Jisung looks at the painting his jaw dropped.

"Holy shit." Jisung says and you look over at the painting.

You look on in amazement. It's a portrait of you. "You did this in the hour we worked on this?" Hyunjin nods and you want to touch it but you know it's still drying.

"Does it look okay? It's not done just yet though." Hyunjin asks you both.

"Hyunjin. Love of my life. The light of my life. This could be in a museum. You sure music is the right career for you? I mean of course you have a beautiful voice but in another life you could've been the next fucking Picasso." Jisung says and you nod still looking at the painting of you in amazement.

Hyunjin smiles at you both. "I hope you know I'm hanging this in my room." Jisung says and you laugh at his words.

"I'm serious. It was not only painted by my gorgeous boyfriend. It's also a picture of the most beautiful girl I've ever met." Jisung says eyes going back to the painting.

"If it's okay with Y/N you can hang it in the living room when I'm finished." Hyunjin says with a smile. Jisung looks at you pleadingly and you laugh. You nod at him and he smiles at you kissing your cheek.

"Thank you. You're amazing. This painting of you is amazing and now when I miss you I can look at this beautiful painting of you." Jisung says and you laugh.

Hyunjin looks at his watch. "Shit. If we don't get home before 1 Minho will have our asses."

"What time is it?" You ask softly.

"12:30." Hyunjin says as he starts packing up the art stuff in a hurry.

You grab his hand as he throws the brushes back into the bag even though they have paint on them. You pull his hands away and smile at him. "Don't worry too much." You say and kiss his cheek.

"You don't know the Minho we know. He's so time oriented. One time I was getting changed for our date and came out a minute late and he left me there." Jisung says and you laugh.

"He'll be fine. It only took 15 minutes to get here." You say softly separating the brushes with paint from the brushes without.

"Didn't he end up coming back for you?" Hyunjin says and Jisung nods.

"After I called him and promised him that I'd do dishes for a week." Jisung says crossing his arms.

You laugh as you finish separating the brushes. "Can you carry the canvases? I'll grab the brushes. I just don't trust Jisung to not trip and break them."

"That was one time Jinnie." Jisung says pouting and you nod with a laugh.

You carefully pick up the canvases to not mess them up. You carry them to the car sitting them in the trunk carefully.

Hyunjin and Jisung place the rest in the back of the car. You smile as Jisung opens the door to get in the back. He grabs you and wraps his hands around your waist before getting in.

You softly kiss his cheek. "Thank you for sitting in the back." You say to him and he smiles.

"If this my reward I'll do it anytime." Jisung says and you laugh as he smiles.

"We can flirt later. I refuse to do dishes if we're late getting home." Hyunjin says and Jisung smiles rolling his eyes.

"Yeah yeah." Jisung says letting go of you. You get into the front as Hyunjin starts the car.

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[pumpkinbxtch]

Hope you’re having a good day!! I haven’t requested anything in a second…so may I request an apollo x reader :3 ??? fem! I don’t have any other specifics in mind, maybe just daughter of hermes!reader ??

that’s all

tyy you’re the best mwah ❤️❤️

painting date ｡⁠*ﾟ

— apollo x daughter of hermes! reader

warnings: none

a/n: oh gods, I have never done a daughter of Hermes, I feel like I have to improve. I promise to do it but for now, I offer this to you with all my heart.Thanks for always coming, you know I got your back, girl. kisses 💙

You let out a big sigh and tossed the brush onto the grass with resignation. Apollo glanced up from his own canvas resting on his lap and gave you a gentle look.

— Finished?

— It's really bad. Not my thing — you said, puffing out your cheeks as you watched him continue working on his painting. The idea of painting each other's faces wasn't going as well as you had imagined. Half an hour had passed, and you had already given up on Apollo's portrait, while he couldn't tear himself away from the canvas, smiling satisfactorily.

You were curious about how his was going, so you stretched your neck for a glimpse, but he immediately tilted the painting to avoid it.

— I could... steal something for you. I'm good at that.

— No stealing.

— Connor has those cookies you like.

— No — Apollo said firmly, taking another brushstroke.

— A prank on Mr. D?

Apolo rolled his eyes and leaned against the tree trunk, still holding the canvas out of your view.

— As much as I'd love to see my brother covered in something gooey or something like that. No.

You pouted and admired your own painting. A total disaster, the proportions weren't good at all. You decided not to give it to him; it would be an offense to his ego. Apollo coughed, drawing your attention.

— Can I see it, darling?

You abruptly refused. You wouldn't let him see the atrocities you had done to his face for anything in the world.

— Come on — he insisted, smiling slightly.— I've finished mine.

— wasn't very smart to suggest a painting date to the god of arts — you said.

He chuckled. Your heart was racing faster than you could accept; you didn't want to know what would happen once Apollo saw the portrait you had made. He'd probably throw it in your face and stop talking to you for eternity; he could make that possible.

— Dear — he called, still looking at your own work, and with a surge of courage, you revealed it to his eyes.

Apolo smiled eagerly and sincerely. Not a hint of mockery showed on his face, and you felt envious of his self-control. It felt like those times when you showed your mother something you had done in kindergarden, yes, those same times when they praised your clearly null artistic talents.

— It's spectacular! — he exclaimed, and where his eye was supposed to be, the paint began to spill. Now it looked like his mascara had run.

— Liar! — you turned the portrait and smeared the paint to avoid more spillage. Apollo tried to stop you, but you had already spread the paint across the canvas, leaving his face stained with the tone.

— Hey, I still wanted it.

You sighed and put it aside.

— Yeah, sure.

Apollo looked at you over his lashes and reached out to take your hand.

— Do you want to see mine?

You nodded, despite your bad mood, you were curious about his. He turned it around, and as expected, it was beautiful, except it wasn't just you, but a painting of both of you doing exactly what you were doing at that moment: Both sitting face to face, canvases in your laps, and covered by the shade of the tree on a sunny spring day.

Your heart squeezed, and you bit the inside of your cheek.

— It's beautiful.

Apollo smiled and took advantage of your admiring his painting to take yours. Before you could snatch it away, he snapped his fingers, and it disappeared in a golden cloud.

— I hope you sent it to the Manhattan dumpsters.

— Now it's hanging in my palace room.

Your cheeks flushed, and you shook your head. He raised an eyebrow and conjured up a vision on his palm.

Above his bedhead was your painting, not only that. It was the first time you could see that everything you had given him was cherished in that place. The origami frog? That paper with a red lipstick kiss? Your commemorative shirt with the Hermes cabin symbol that you gave him after you won a race? Everything was there.

Your lip quivered; you were about to cry. Apollo already had teary eyes; seeing you like this gave him so much feeling.

— My love —you sobbed, and Apollo made the vision disappear, starting to raise his arms towards you.

— I love you, darling — and he drew you into him.

He was the god of the arts. He could see beauty in everything, especially if it was something you had done.

[yikesmary]

svt oneshot ideas? heres one!!

minghao w a reader whos an artist and is suffering from severe art block.. maybe they draw together or minghao leads them thru smthn? just fluffy fluff 💓💓 drink some water when u see this! — 🎧

ART BLOCK — xu minghao x reader

summary: trying to finish a commission, you find yourself stuck in what to paint. thankfully your boyfriend knows exactly what to do in order to help you get your inspiration back.

note: YAY! minghao request!! i didn't know how to write minghao so i hope i was able to do it?? btw, most of what i write is written in a day and i don't proofread anything. so if it's bad, that's why.

also i don't think art block solved so easily like this, but imagine it does. hope u enjoy anon!! <33

"Baby, maybe you should take a break right now,"

Stopping your actions, you took the time to look behind you to see Minghao, who just finished his evening meditation session. Looking at the time, you realized that it'd been an hour since you started on working on your commission.

When Minghao went to the room he used for meditation, he knew that you were going to do work. However, what he didn't expect when he came back were countless canvases that varied in state of unfinished work.

"I can't, Hao. I have to finish this soon for the client," you sighed.

"Just take a little break. You've been stressing out over this project for a while," Minghao said, taking your hand and guiding you to stand up from your spot on the floor.

He took a look at your face and smiled then proceeded to try and wipe off the blue paint that had somehow been smeared on your face.

"How about we go on for a walk?" He asked, not letting you respond and leading you to the doorway.

"Hao, I'm covered in paint and my clothes aren't fit to go outside," you tried to say but he wasn't having it.

"Who cares if you're covered in paint? It just shows how creative you are. And your clothes are fine, but wear a jacket; it's cold outside," he told you, grabbing your jacket from the jacket hook that was next to the door and help you out with putting it on.

Once you both made sure to lock the door behind you, you started your walk together along the neighborhood. Before both of you became really busy, these walks occurred on a daily basis. But with work for both of you increased, it occurred less and less.

However, it was times like these when you cherished them. It was one of those rare times when you managed to see each other at the same time awake. Usually, he'd find you asleep in your shared bedroom and you'd only see him when you awoke but he was asleep.

He adjusted his hold on your hand so he was able to hold your hand properly, his thumb caressing the part of your hand he was resting on.

"Tell me about your commission," he requested, your clasped hands slightly swinging back and forth.

"My client gave me full creativity to the piece. But my initial plan was to paint a gorgeous nature scene," you started.

"No matter how much I spend trying to start something, I always end up not liking it and I stress out over not liking it. Then I stress out about wasting time to make something I don't even like. Then I end up stressing out over stressing out,"

"Okay, let's take deep breaths," he told you.

"What do I do?" You asked.

"Let's go to the trail," Minghao suggested.

"Fine, but I can't meditate with you. I end up laughing, staring at you, or falling asleep in the silence," you told him.

The trail was near your house that led to a clearing. You found it when you guys first moved in and decided it'd be perfect for moments where you wanted to escape. The first time you guys decided to go to the clearing, Minghao wanted you both to meditate together. Next to having tea together, it was one of the things your boyfriend wanted you both to do.

But your problem with meditating was the fact that you tended to get distracted. So, unless you actually wanted to meditate, you left all the meditating to him.

When you finally arrived at the clearing, you were taken aback at the picture perfect scene that was in front of you. You were used to the pretty sights you saw when you were at the clearing, but this time, it seemed to be different than the other times you were there.

"Hao, this is perfect! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You said, turning to him and hugged him tightly.

He hugged you just as tight and when you moved away slightly, he held the side of your arms and smiled. "I'm glad this helped you. It was either this or I hide away all of your paints if this didn't work," said.

You jokingly gasped and put your hand on your heart. "I would've hid your tea set," you teased.

Minghao gave you a sweet smile before giving you a kiss on the forehead.

[yansimstorythatiwillnotworkon]

#12 (2)

(Continuation of 12 (1))

Immediately as Ayano and Raibaru entered the art club, they were met with a dramatic sigh. “Just my luck, too.” Enpitsu huffs. His back was turned to the girls, but he saw them through the reflection of his favorite mirror. “Ayano, you’ve immediately dulled my image.”

Ayano sighs, already exhausted despite having just walked into the room. “We’re here to decide if this club is fit for Raibaru or not.” She explains briefly, folding her arms.

“It’s probably not.” Enpitsu says immediately, not hearing Raibaru mutter an agreement to Ayano. “Anyway, that’s something you wanna talk to Geiju about. And he’s not attending school right now.” He explains, although he clearly didn’t plan on being too helpful. “It’s just me and this weirdo.”

Enpitsu nods to Maka, or more precisely Maka who was laying on the table and leaning her chin on an empty bucket of paint. She seemed to be drawing in a variety-pattern color book with a pen. Only that singular pen. The whole picture was ending up completely black.

“Right..” Ayano murmured, looking from Maka back to Enpitsu.

“Well.” Raibaru smiles at both of the art club members. “Can either of you give me a run-down of your club, then?” She asks, folding her hands over her lap politely.

Enpitsu mumbles something as he returns to his self-portrait, ultimately not repeating himself to be heard.

Maka glances back to Enpitsu and hums in thought. “We have equipment fit for almost every type of art. Light painting, sand painting, digital art, anamorphosis if you really try.” She taps her chin in thought before continuing to doodle on the coloring book. “The headmaster hasn’t approved of butter sculptures yet because it might be too expensive…”

“..butter sculptures.” Raibaru repeats quietly, attempting to keep her voice just as quiet for the sake of Maka not explaining any further. “That’s nice… I see you also have painting and coloring books. Do you have any other simpler types of art?”

Nodding, Maka stands up and leaves her finished picture there. Ayano leans over and looks at the picture. While it did look black from a distance, it seemed that Maka had actually “color-coded” the picture with different patterns rather than different colors.

Maka opens a couple of cabinets attached to the walls. One of them was filled with nothing but several different shades of paint, others filled with dozens of canvases and some with pencils and crayons. “We have plenty of everything, really. Art supplies are kind of cheap down here if you just want a space to draw. And since the regular supplies are super cheap, we’re able to save effortlessly for the more extortionate items.”

“Awfully big words, huh?” Ayano comments, not even knowing what ‘extortionate’ meant. She was shocked because Maka was so popularly known for being the weirder of the art club. And Akademi in general. Maybe ‘weird’ for the school was just her using over-the-top language?

Seeming proud, Maka’s expression lights up immediately from her lax expression pretty quickly. “Right?! I mean- I agree!” She puffs out her chest with a cute smile. “Horo said that big words would make me sound smarter- ah, perceptive!”

“It certainly does.” Raibaru agrees, “Just make sure you know the definition. Using big words incorrectly does the exact opposite.”

“Hmm, duly noted.” Maka hummed, before closing the cabinets. “Anyway, Geiju hates it when the club room is messy- unless he’s the one who messed it up. So, you’ve had, like, experience in art at all, right?” She asks, putting her coloring book away and neatening up the rest of the room. “Cuz if you don’t that’d be… weird.”

“Not unless it was in mandatory classes, no.” Raibaru replies with a thoughtful expression. “...in fact, whenever I was in those mandatory classes my hands would get very dirty, which I disliked a lot.”

Maka stared at Raibaru for a moment, seemingly lost in thought before blinking and returning to cleaning. “Weird.” She says simply, running around the room a bit more before looking back up to the two. “Oh, yeah, I guess that means you wouldn’t be a really good fit. Geiju usually just points us to the art books if we have a question, so it’s not likely that he’s going to teach you anything.”

Raibaru exhales with a wry smile. “Well, I appreciate the honesty.” She says, waving briefly to the two, although she didn’t receive a wave back.

After the two leave the room and as they’re heading upstairs, Raibaru speaks up a bit. “You know, I’m only now realizing how strange the students in our school are.”

“Is that right?” Ayano tilts her head to the side as she looks at Raibaru, who nods.

“Yes… Similar to you, I never bothered socializing. Osana was really all I needed, hence why I don’t plan on socializing outside of school. Now I’m stuck between disliking socializing but not exactly wanting to be… alone..?” Raibaru trails off, not exactly being able to put her thoughts properly in place.

Ayano hummed a bit, looking back to the ground as they walked. “Maybe try studying in your free time. Like psychology. Maybe you’ll learn a bit more about why you think certain things.” She explains, shrugging lightly.

“Maybe…” Raibaru mumbles, raising her hand to her mouth.

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“Heeeey..” Rojasu lazily waves his hand in a greeting to Ayano. “I know you. You’re Fureddo’s girl, aren’t you?”

Ayano blinks in shock. Surely, he didn’t mean that in the way that she thought. She hesitates, before repeating, “Fureddo’s… girl.”

“Yeah! Like..” Rojasu then pauses for a minute as well before slowly starting up again. “..not like that, I mean. I don’t think so. Like- you’re not dating Fureddo, are you?” He asks, tilting his head to the side, now having confused himself.

“I am not.” Ayano states clearly, keeping her hands folded over her lap.

Rojasu tosses his head back a bit and offers a low chuckle. “Right, right! Yeah, no, Dafuni would be pissed if she heard that, haha..” He shrugs, leaning back in his chair with a tired expression on his face. “Yeah, my bad, Yan- Ay-”

Pausing in thought, Rojasu seems to have forgotten Ayano’s name. Before Ayano can tell him what it was he snaps his fingers. “Yan-chan! I got it.” He nods, not noticing Ayano’s disappointed sigh as he continues speaking. “Yeah, sorry about that, Yan-Chan. Fureddo just talks about you a lot. Sometimes I forget you’re not here with us, he talks about you so much, haha.”

Ayano’s mouth pulls into a straight line in disinterest. “Yes…” She starts, before inhaling and raising a hand to Raibaru. “Speaking of Fureddo… do you know where he is? Raibaru’s debating on a club to join.”

“Oh, yeah, man, I think he’s busy right now. I thought I saw him chatting with Musume earlier? But, I mean, I’m usually half-asleep so I totally could have been hallucinating.” Rojasu shrugs. “So, uh… you need some info on the club, Rai?”

Raibaru nods politely, “That’s right. Are you able to give me any info on what you all do around here?” She asks, looking from the club’s little hang-out spot to the rest of the club, that definitely looked more professional. “What do you all usually take pictures of?”

Rojasu stands up from the chair with a grunt, stretching his limbs before allowing his arms to flop to his sides and walking past the two. “So, I’m pretty sure each of our club members get a little section of the wall dedicated to their pictures. On the left here..” He walks to the leftmost door, where the two girls entered through. “...pretty sure these are Beruma’s.”

Beruma’s photos seemed to mainly be of aesthetic-looking scenes of book stacks, library shelves, coffee, rain from behind a window. The color brown was recurring in her photos, so it was likely that her pictures were meant to carry that certain theme. In addition to whatever was closest to the camera, there was also quite a scene behind the main object. For instance, in the cup where she has a mug of coffee. The coffee cup is closest to the camera and slightly blurred as a result. The focus seemed to be more so on the decorative wine case that the cafe she was in had instead. Ayano hadn’t recalled seeing a cafe like that anywhere around.

Rojasu seems to notice Ayano’s curious gaze and points to the very picture she’s looking at. “Beruma took this on her vacation to Scotland. Said they had the coolest-looking cafes cuz they all looked super old fashioned.” He explains. That explained why the overall design of the building looked so foreign to her.

After the two girls were finished looking, he led them to the next section. “This is Dafuni’s, she sort of focuses on people who she thinks looks nice. She’s also the only one who ever bothers to walk up to random people and ask them for a photo.” He chuckles at the thought and raises his hand to the photos pasted onto the wall.

Dafuni’s pictures mostly carried an area with pink lighting. Ayano wondered if Dafuni usually tried to make her pictures less spontaneous and more planned out in order to catch someone in pink lighting specifically. One picture featured an older woman in a fancy-looking trench coat on a somewhat rainy evening. She seemed to be beneath a sign with neon pink lighting and was smiling off somewhere in the distance. Some other of her pictures seemed to be her and Kokoro and Kashiko in a bathroom showing off their nails. Kashiko’s was obviously purple, Kokoro’s were pink, and Dafuni had both colors. The bathroom also had neon pink lights, so she could assume that it was one of their homes.

“These look cute..” Raibaru says, smiling at them. She seemed to like that most of them were of other people, whether that be strangers or friends. “I usually take plenty of pictures with Osana, I kinda want to take more after seeing these.” She comments with a light giggle.

Rojasu stepped to the side and held a hand up to what seemed to be Sukubi’s clutter of photos. “This one’s my pal, Sukubi’s. I think it’s obvious but he loves animals.” He says, and it really was obvious.

Sukubi’s pictures didn’t have any sort of aesthetic or special lighting, some of them weren’t even focused. He just seemed to take pictures of whatever animals he came across. One photo was a selfie of himself at a zoo, a giraffe leaning in closer than it needed to. Funny enough, a zookeeper seemed to be reaching out to him behind him, as if warning him to back up. Another photo was of what looked to be a random, collarless dog who was jumping up onto Sukubi. This one seemed pretty blurry, but you could tell what was happening.

“You know, this one was actually Sumire’s dog.” Rojasu commented, pointing to a picture of what looked to be a brown Great Dane with a few black spots and a blue collar, similar to the one that Sukubi wore, ironically. “Apparently, his name was Donny, but Sukubi never actually got to meet him. He just asked Sumire for a picture.”

“Aw, he looks very sweet.” Raibaru said with a smile. “Hehe, and that’s coming from a cat person.”

Next was Rojasu’s own part of the wall. “This is where my stuff’s hung up. I kinda just take pictures of food.” He says simply and with a shrug. Despite him being so simple with the explanation, he does an outstanding job with the shots.

“Oh, my gosh! These look professional!” Raibaru exclaims. “Both the picture and the food!”

“Aw, gee, thanks.” Rojasu blushes a bit at the compliment, looking at the pictures. “I usually take pictures of my homemade food or food I get from food trucks. Ooh! In fact..” He pointed a finger at one of the pictures, one that showed a fancy-looking cheesecake with strawberry sauce on top. “This is the most outstanding- the most bomb cheesecake I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating. It’s this food truck called Torte’s Torte- I’m pretty sure they come from Rome..”

Rojasu seems far more enthusiastic and awake now that he’s talking about food. As he rambles to Raibaru, Ayano looks at the pictures. You could tell the difference between the food truck photos and the homemade photos pretty easily. The food truck photos were taken outside and usually at night, it seemed, while the homemade food photos were taken on the same counter- likely in Rojasu’s own kitchen.

After Rojasu finished with his one-sided conversation with Raibaru (Rojasu chatting and Raibaru just politely nodding), he held his hand up to the final display. “And this one is obviously Fureddo’s.” He didn’t really have much to say, just smiling at the pictures.

Regardless of where, what angle, what aesthetic it took, what lighting, each one of the pictures always included the whole club. They were hardly even ever looking at the camera, just at each other or whatever event they happened to be in. The zoo, one of their houses, a kitchen, a cafe, even just the club room. Each picture was very cinematic, and showed each of the club members’ unfiltered emotions at the time.

“He’s pretty good with the whole picture thing, huh?” Rojasu asked with a chuckle.

“He really is.” Raibaru fawned, smiling at the pictures. “Everything looks so unfiltered! He must be really good at catching you all by surprise, huh?”

Rojasu grins. “Totally.” He nods, before walking past the two once again with a sigh. “Well, that’s us taking pictures. If we did that 24/7 there would be waaaay more. But we usually just sit in this little area and check up on each other. Share drama. That kind of stuff.” He shrugs, sitting down in the area in question. “We usually take pictures outside of school since there really isn’t much to look at inside of school. You know?”

Raibaru nods. “I understand. Taking pictures sounds… nostalgic.” She says, smiling at Rojasu. “Thanks for the explanation. I’ll definitely think about this one!”

“Coolness.” Rojasu flings the two ladies a peace sign as they leave. Once they’re out of the room, Raibaru exhales.

“It’s a really lovely club. It’s probably nice to have friends like that.” Raibaru says with an almost bittersweet smile. “I’d…” She hesitates. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt that.”

Ayano hums at her comment. “That’s a unique way to think about it.” She mumbles, although she doesn’t get much of a response as Raibaru looks to the ground in thought as they walk.

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“Hey!” Yaku trotted over to Ayano immediately as he noticed her enter the club room. “I know you! Ayano, right? I’ve heard some good things about you!” He reaches his hand out to shake her hand, and once she hesitantly takes it he shakes it excitedly.

Ayano didn’t expect for anyone to be this excited to see her, especially since she and Yaku have never officially spoken. “..thanks.” She nods, albeit awkwardly. If Yaku notices, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Ayano. What brings you here?” Meka asks, looking her way. She had a couple of plastic cases near her area of the club room, and looked as if she was about to bring them somewhere.

“I’m looking for a club to possibly join and Ayano is helping me out.” Raibaru explains, “If you aren’t too busy, do you think either of you would be able to give me some information about your club?”

Yaku immediately jumps to the task. “Yes! I can do that!” He says, looking at Ayano, as if expecting her to react in some special way. She only tilts her head to the side at his gaze.

Meka lifts up two of the cases and exits the room, leaving Yaku to tend with the two girls. Yaku clears his throat and opens his arm, gesturing to the whole room. “If you didn’t know, science has a lot of divisions in it. Sub-genres, if you will. Even what each of us club members work on varies.”

Yaku points to Meka’s section, and lists off his member’s specializations. “Meka works with robotics. That includes engineering to some extent as well as computer science due to the coding, as you would expect.” He points over to Horo’s area, “Horo works with holograms. His whole goal is I think simplifying holographic technology so that it’s something that every household has. He really, really believes that the technology he’s working on can help people out. Or at the very least make their lives more convenient.”

“That’s incredibly impressive.” Raibaru says, her expression one of awe. She then smiles somewhat nervously. “I don’t think I could ever accomplish something so vast.”

“Well, the Science Club isn’t necessarily about making a dent in history. Take Homu for example.” He brings a hand up to Homu’s station, which held what looked to be a robot replica of herself. “She’s trying to develop AI to fit her needs. Her studies might help people who are interested in furthering the development of AI, but Homu is really just tailoring it to her needs specifically, since it’s just supposed to help herself.”

Yaku then points to his own section. “I just experiment with chemistry. I guess in that case I’m the only one who doesn’t mess with robotics.” He then taps on the metal visor over his eyes. “Outside of this, but it’s a necessity.”

“And Kaga?” Ayano asks, her arms folded nonchalantly. She couldn’t confess that she cared much for Kaga personally, but while she was here it was probably best if she got every bit of information necessary.

“Hmm, well…” Yaku hums briefly in thought. “Once he said that he deals with ‘the science of psychology’, but that was all. Regardless of what he actually focuses on, he’s good at everything. Whenever he isn’t having conversations or working on private projects, he’s usually fixing our mistakes or helping us out. I’d… like to say willingly but he usually seems pretty exasperated whenever he helps us.”

Raibaru laughed lightly. “Well, it’s nice that he helps, right?” Yaku nods in response and Raibaru continues, “This has all been very… informative, but I honestly don’t think I’d be a great fit for this club. I’ve never been very interested in science, whether that be psychology, robotics, chemistry… I can’t say I’ve ever been any good with the subjects either.”

Yaku simply smiles and crosses his arms. “Well, I can’t blame you. Science is pretty complicated in general. I’d like to point out, though, the only reason each of us club members are working on such complicated projects is because we’ve been in the science field for years.” He explains. “It’s not likely, if not just impossible, that you would be working on the things we’re working on even if you were interested. That’s just an experience issue.” He reassures her.

“I understand.” Raibaru nods with a wry grin. “I’ll definitely leave all the science to this club. But, on another note..” She looks at the remaining plastic cases and asks, “Where is Meka taking those?”

“The, uh, right..? Storage room in the gymnasium, I believe. I’m sure she’d appreciate it if you brought those to her.” Yaku claimed, successfully guessing why Raibaru had even asked.

Raibaru nods with a smile, taking four of the cases, which left Ayano with the last two. She walks past Yaku and nods at him approvingly. “Thanks for your time, Yaku. You’ve been a big help!”

Ayano follows Raibaru downstairs as Yaku happily bids them farewell.

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“I’m sure Asu would appreciate having you as a member.” Hojiro says with a smile, crossing his arms in a similar fashion that Itachi does. “Your history with the martial arts club might help you adapt to the club if you plan on joining.”

Both Itachi and Asu hadn’t come over when Ayano waved at them. Itachi didn’t seem like he wanted to be interrupted, and Asu either didn’t get that Ayano wanted to talk or just wanted to focus on running. Both had very valid reasons, possibly. So, Hojiro came over instead.

“I agree.” Raibaru nods, although she didn’t look particularly interested. “So, you’re called the Sports Club, but I’ve only seen you all run or swim. Do you do anything with the equipment in the storage rooms?”

Hojiro exhales, “Yeah, we get that question a lot. We used to last year a lot, but since Asu became the leader, she’s kept her focus on running and swimming. I couldn’t tell you why exactly.” He explains, shrugging with a sympathetic frown.

Ayano speaks up, “I heard that swimming was her favorite sport, with running or jogging being a close second.” She comments, frowning, “Isn’t it kind of… unprofessional to have the Sports Club equipment wasting away?”

“Well, yes, probably. Maybe she just saves it for the Sports Festival? That’s coming up in a few weeks.” Hojiro guesses, although ultimately he doesn’t know the answer himself.

Raibaru hums in thought, “If I don’t end up joining, I’ll make sure to come to the Sports Festival. That sounds fun.” She claims, actually seeming to enjoy that idea. Then again, as per usual, it could just come down to her liking the thought of doing something special with Osana.

“One more club.” Ayano mumbles, although Raibaru catches it.

“Yup! And it might be the one I’m most drawn to.” She says, smiling happily. She gives Hojiro a quick bow, “Thank you very much for the information.”

Hojiro simply nods. “Sorry I couldn’t be much help. Good luck with whatever club you choose.” He waves the two off briefly and tosses his towel on a nearby bench before continuing to the track.

As Raibaru and Ayano walked to the Gardening Club, Ayano’s phone buzzed in her pocket.

Info-Chan: Smash your phone.

Ayano: What.

Info-Chan: You don’t have a plan for how you’re going to get your hands on Raibaru’s phone, right?

Ayano: Okay, but what does breaking my phone have to do with that?

Info-Chan: Say you need to take an important call.

Info-Chan: Whenever she looks away, throw it on the ground.

Info-Chan: She’ll likely offer you hers since she doesn’t use it much anyway.

Ayano: Then I’ll have her phone, but not my own.

Info-Chan: Just slide it under my door before classes. I’ll fix it by the time classes are over.

Ayano: Alright. I guess.

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“Hello.” Sakura greeted in a quiet voice, almost too quiet to be heard. She had a habit of being quiet and sometimes unnoticed due to that and her short height. “I’m sorry, Uekiya isn’t here right now. Do you have any business with her?”

“Not Uekiya specifically.” Ayano shakes her head.

Raibaru finishes for her, smiling at Sakura. “I’m just looking through the clubs to see if I’m open to joining any of them. This is the last club I’m visiting.” She says softly, somewhat matching Sakura’s own tone. “Can you tell me a bit about the Gardening Club.”

“Hm.. I suppose I can.” Sakura says. She was holding a book in her hand, one that Ayano had seen before in the Occult Club. Sakura places the book in her bag, which was resting on a nearby wooden chair.

Brushing off her skirt briefly before picking a corner of the gardening club to walk to. She decides on the back left corner, stopping in front of the small garden where the club usually grew vegetables. “This is where we…”

Immediately, Ayano tuned Sakura out. Despite her attempt to ignore it, her eyes were glued to a certain plot of soil. It almost seemed as if the soil there was looser, despite the fact that the gardening club has likely watered it constantly and kept it in place. It was deep enough, she was sure of it.

Ayano had done all of the research. It would take a very long time for Saki’s body to decompose given the conditions, but in the end, it’s likely that she would stay hidden. She spent over half an hour making sure that that was the case, so it had to be true. As she stared at the plot of soil, she almost felt light-headed.

She hadn’t bothered closing Saki’s eyes when she buried her. Were they aimed at her right now? Staring directly at her through the layers of dirt and roots? Saki’s hair was long. Would it eventually stick out if the earth were worn away before the body decomposes? Hair wasn’t really made to decompose like bodies- it could possibly take longer than her body.

Saki’s body was down there.

Ayano felt a hand creep up onto her shoulder and she flinched hard, immediately whipping her head to see who it was. It was Raibaru. She looked concerned. “Are you feeling alright? You look pale.”

It took Ayano a moment, but she slowly shook her head. “I’m okay… I thought I saw, uh… one of those..” She gulped, attempting to calm her nerves, “...one of those winged spiders.”

“There’s such a thing as a winged spider?!” Raibaru gaped, looking mortified. Ayano couldn’t tell if Raibaru was trying to change the topic off of Ayano’s clearly unnerved expression, or if she was genuinely terrified of bugs.

“I don’t think so, hehe.” Sakura reassured Raibaru quietly. “I’m pretty sure that that’s a fictional species. And even if it was real, it’s not native to Japan, so it’s unlikely that it’s anywhere near us.” She explained briefly with a calm smile.

“Oh… good to know..” Raibaru sighed in relief.

Sakura led Raibaru to the shed and greenhouse, holding both of her hands to either of the two small areas. “This is the shed- where we keep all of our tools, and this is the greenhouse- where we usually grow herbs. We don’t grow them with grapes or carrots or anything because they’re more susceptible to bad weather.” She raises her hand to the shed again. “Fair warning, there are some dangerous items in the shed, hence why only Uekiya has the key. She keeps all the dangerous items inside the locked part of the shed.”

“Does the headmaster allow that?” Raibaru asked, tilting her head to the side. Ayano took it upon herself to pay close attention to this part for the sake of knowing everything that needed to be known about the available weapons in the school.

“Yes. In fact, he’s the one who offered them to us, I believe. He offered us access to these to make pruning and such easier, but also so that we would give a helping hand to getting rid of pesky plants that are harder to remove.” Sakura explains.

She then walks to the middle of the gardening club, holding her hands out to the space around her. “We usually specialize in flowers, but we try to keep them all vastly different. Mainly because we need them to do something outside of sitting there and looking pretty when others need to be planted.” Sakura folds her hands in front of her. She looked somewhat out of breath, but wasn’t finished yet. “So, sometimes we try to make perfume, dyes, air cleaners, oils- sometimes we give some to the cooking club for food. And so on and so forth. But that’s just the flowers.”

Raibaru smiles giddily. “It sounds extensive! And well worth the effort.” She hesitates before saying, “I’m not… usually one to actively get dirty, but maybe I’ll decide to start sacrificing my cleanliness after this?” She wonders aloud, looking generally happy. Maybe it was after completing her and Ayano’s mission, maybe she just really likes the thought of the gardening club.

“Well, we’ll be here whenever you decide to join. Outside of Scilla, you will have been our newest member this week!” Sakura claims.

“Scilla joined?” Ayano wondered aloud, surprised that he, someone who couldn’t speak without apologizing, had actually gained the nerve to join the Gardening Club. Maybe he hoped that since the whole club was generally very sweet, that he’d be more comfortable?

Sakura nods, and Raibaru speaks up with a quick bow of her head. “Alright, it’s almost time for class, so we’d better get going. Thank you so much for your time, Sakura!”

“Oh, I’m happy to have helped.” Sakura nods with a calm smile, waving the two off.

Now that they were finally finishing up their task, Ayano had to put her plan to action. Raibaru turned to look back at Ayano with a satisfied smile and opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the sudden ring of Ayano’s phone. She waved her hand as Ayano gave her a questioning look, as if asking if she could take the call. “Go ahead,” She mouthed.

As soon as Raibaru turned her back to continue walking, Ayano answered the phone. “Hel– ah–” She immediately slammed it into the floor and gasped, this time, flawlessly acting out the accident. “...oh.”

Raibaru whipped her head back with a shocked expression and grimaced at the shattered glass on the ground. “Oh, jeez, Ayano..” She looked around, making sure that she could see every piece on the sidewalk. “That’s not good… I didn’t realize phones could break so easily..”

“Ugh, I–” Ayano sighs, “That was a… very important call.. I’m not sure how I’m going to…”

Like clockwork, Raibaru fishes her own phone out of her pocket and holds it to Ayano with a smile. “If you remember the number you can take my phone for a minute. I don’t really use it anyway.”

“Oh.” Ayano looks shocked at the phone, but hurriedly takes it, “Thank you. I’ll…” She quickly dials Info-Chan’s number and holds it up to her ear. She looks around briefly, to the nearby bench, to the sidewalk, to the broken phone, “I’ll be right back. I’ll go get a broom or… something.” She says, turning on her heel and walking the other way. Raibaru nods to her and begins picking up the bigger shards.

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Info-Chan hadn’t bothered actually saying anything, it was really just quiet static that played on the other side of the phone. Eventually, she finished the Info-Install process- much quicker than before- and returned the phone to Raibaru. After they parted ways, Ayano took her broken phone and slid it beneath the door of the Info-Club.

As promised, Info-Chan delivered her phone, which already had the information about Lori and Frankie already messaged to her. First, it started with information for both Frankie and Lori.

Name: Francesca Komai

Gender: Female

Class: 3-2

Club: Martial Arts

Persona: Phone Addict

Reputation:

Overall: +38

Liked: +75 Respected: +30

Feared: +10

Crush: None

Strength: Strong

Likes & Dislikes:

Likes: Money, School, Socializing, The Photography Club, Combat

Dislikes: Gossip, Justice, Solitude, Family, Animals

Bio: “A girl with fashion similar to the gyaru girls, despite having a much different personality. She enjoys the gyaru fashion, but doesn’t entertain gossip like the gyaru girls do. She joined the Martial Arts club under the simple claim that she liked going out at night, and wanted to know how to defend herself just in case. The truth is that she’s being harassed by a lower-classman and wants to know how to keep herself safe until she can eventually run away.”

Most of what was said about Francesca was ultimately what Ayano expected, although she didn’t realize that she actively enjoyed combat. Of course, there’s a difference between being beat up and sparring, but what was the difference between that and what were the differences in regards to that for Frankie herself?

The information that really surprised Ayano was what she read about Lori.

Name: Lorelai Bier

Gender: Male

Class: 1-1

Club: None

Persona: Violent

Reputation:

Overall: -16

Liked: -100

Respected: -50

Feared: +100

Crush: None

Strength: Extensive Training

Likes & Dislikes:

Likes: Combat, Money, Solitude, Martial Arts, Social Media

Dislikes: Justice, Socializing, School, Cooking, Family

Bio: A boy who cross-dresses as a girl. Not many- if any knows that he’s a male, and he’s known for being violent when bothered. He’s usually left alone, but rather than being hated, some students give him gifts or offer him nice things as a way to brighten his mood. This doesn’t change his violent nature, but it does coax him to stay out of others' way and hide elsewhere so as to not bother anyone or be bothered. He cross-dresses because he’s learned that doing so gets him more lenient treatment if he’s caught fighting.

For a moment, Ayano wondered if Info-Chan had entered Lori- or Lorelai’s information wrong. The revelation of Lori actually being a male wasn’t necessarily important, but it did make sense to a certain degree regarding Lori and Frankie’s strength difference. To everyone’s knowledge, Lori didn’t train for anything, and Frankie was actively training in the Martial Arts club. Not to mention that Lori was smaller than Frankie (or appeared as such beneath his sweaters), and younger than her by at least two years.

From the point of view of anyone else who knew Frankie and Lori, the thought of Lori actively attacking Frankie to the point that she had to flee didn’t make any sense. Now, with the reveal of Lori’s information, both in gender and in strength, it made more sense to Ayano.

Ayano looked at the final few messages, which successfully explained Lori’s motives.

Info-Chan: Lorelai Bier is hired weekly to attack and physically harass Francesca Komai. I don’t know by who or why right now because Lorelai doesn’t bring a phone to school. He doesn’t make calls so I have no access to who he talks to while he’s in school.

Info-Chan: I do know that Francesca is aware of Lorelai’s real gender and strength-level, although I don’t know what led to her knowing this. I also know that she doesn’t want to tell anyone at school because she’s nosy, and wants to know why Lorelai is attacking her. According to her, she doesn’t think that no one attacks someone for no reason, and is actually concerned for Lorelai.

Info-Chan: If you want to learn more about how to help them, then bring me information about Francesca and Lorelai’s interactions outside of school. For a massive bonus, also bring me information about who is hiring Lorelai.

Ayano inhales deeply, and then exhales just as hard. Truthfully, the interactions today had worn her out. She wasn’t at all ready to deal with whatever the hell Frankie and Lorelai had going on today. She’d deal with it tomorrow, she decided.

Watching Taro’s actions for the next couple of hours would be the perfect break for Ayano.

[iwonderwh0]

@my-name-is-markus-with-a-k YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID

The following text is entirely your fault

"What's in this room?"

"Oh, this one is my studio. I keep my paintings here and-"

"You can draw?" Connor's eyebrows rise, "Can I see?"

"Sure," Markus says before he manages to stop himself. Realisation catches up with him the next instant, and he almost reaches to stop Connor from entering the room to go first and at least try to hide the evidence, but Connor has already stepped inside and is now coaching down carefully examining dried paintings set on top of each-other along the wall. Good. That'll win Markus some time. He quietly steps around him, grabs a towel from one of the tables and moves to the corner of the room, closer to the window and consequently the easel with yet unfinished piece. Connor shouldn't see this one. Markus drapes the cloth over the canvas just in time for Connor to start standing up to take a closer look at those paintings hanging on the wall.

"They're so colourful, and yet your choice of colours confuses me."

"How so?" Markus steps closer, trying to make his voice sound as casual as possible, but it comes out slightly higher pitched than he intends it anyway. Maybe he'll be able to talk Connor into getting bored and deciding to leave on his own before exploring the rest of the room more throughout.

"It looks intentional, like it symbolises or references something specific. But I'm not sure what it is," he turns his head and looks genuinely curious. Given the situation Markus shouldn't be excited about this fact. No, this is bad. He won't get bored that easily, is he?

"Or am I overthinking it?" Connor adds sheepishly as Markus remains silent for way too long.

"Yes." Markus says suddenly, surprising himself with how determined this false claim came out.

Shit. That's not what he meant, he just needs Connor to leave. Now. He is dying to say something else to refute what he just said, but Connor steps aside from the painting startled by the coldness of Markus's voice.

"Oh. I'm sorry," he says.

Markus struggles to stay quiet.

It's working, don't say anything and he'll leave.

Except he doesn't. He turns around and walks to the other wall.

"Oh, you draw people too," he says as he looks at the portrait of an old man holding a chess piece – white bishop.

"Do you draw them from imagination or are there real-life models?"

"It depends," Markus gets closer, "This one is a portrait of someone I knew in real life – he actually even posed for this. But I have portraits of people that aren't really based on anyone. I can show you, if you want."

Why again is he suggesting something that'll extend Connor's time spent in a studio?

"Or we can do something else?" Markus adds quickly, in an attempt to fix his mistake.

"No, no! Now that you mentioned it, I am curious. Show me."

Great job, Markus.

He gets to the corner of the room where a few old portraits are lying stacked on top of each other and quickly sorts through the stack of them, turning the canvases to the light, searching for the ones not based on real people.

"Why is there two different dates?" Connor asks, and Markus stops to look at the back of the canvas.

"It usually takes me more than a day to finish a piece, so I mark the day I first start it, and then the day It's completely finished. You see, it takes time for this type of paint to dry, and it's important to let every layer dry completely before starting with the next one. It takes a lot of time and patience, so I often work on a couple different paintings at once...Huh, wait, I think it's not here," Markus stands up and looks around the room, thinking where else could he find the portraits he was looking for, then crosses the room to look through the paintings lying along the wall there. Maybe he should just pick one and lie about it – it's not like Connor will now the difference anyway.

"Oh, here!" Markus picks one of the first portraits he's able to find in the stack, "This one wasn't based on anyone," he takes the canvas out of the stack and turns around expecting to see Connor still standing behind him. He could swear he was standing behind him all this time, but now that he turned around Connor wasn't there. Instead, he is standing next to the window, looking at the portrait displayed on the easel.

"How about this one?"

Markus feels as if all the air in the room suddenly disappears, leaving him no oxygen to breathe in. He takes a few steps closer to the window, desperately trying to think of a response. He looks at the towel in human's hand and wonders if there was a single chance for Connor Not to look under it.

"This..erm..," He trails off under the stare of narrowed brown eyes, "It's a little bit of both worlds, I believe."

Connor glances from a portrait back to Markus.

"You 'believe'," he echoes. Markus wishes he could understand what emotion his face is showing, but perhaps Connor himself wouldn't be able to name it if asked.

"Um, I... It's not finished," Markus says, as if this fact drastically changes everything.

"Oh," Connor says, pretending as if it actually does.

He turns the canvas around and stares at the date. He frowns, glances back at Markus, then back at the date. From the expression on his face Markus realises, that he's doing math. Another realisation hits Markus when Connor's eyes widen in silent shock. The date on the back of the canvas precedes what Connor knows to be the first time they've met. What would even be the right time to mention it anyway?

"I can explain," Markus says.

[quibbs126]

Heck I don’t actually remember if Pure Vanilla/Dark Cacao was a request or if it was something I just planned to do on my own. I know it started out as my own idea, but sometimes that happens and then before I get to doing it, someone requests it and I just make it a request, and I don’t remember if that happened here

But regardless, this was a drawing I made of the idea for a purecacao fankid on it’s own, and I’m posting it as such

Now you’ll notice that this isn’t my usual format. This is because this isn’t her official design, it’s just that last night, I had this idea for a design of her as a young child with Dark Cacaoian clothing, and so I just wanted to make a quick doodle to show you

It was just going to be that picture in the middle, as it’s more sketchy and rough, and clearly not how I usually do these fankid requests. However when I finished, I realized that I made her too small. See, if I may explain some things, for my poorly drawn comics and other things that use that particular brush (it’s the Narinder Pencil if you want to know), and I don’t like enlarging pictures drawn with it because the lines get all blurry and it loses its texture. Prior to the Charcoal Cheese comic, for my poorly drawn comics I tended to enlarge the sketch to fit the screen, and then I’d completely redraw the lines. But here, I had already colored the whole thing, plus it was multiple layers to redraw, so I didn’t want to. But I couldn’t just crop down the canvas to fit it because my square canvases are already 500x500 pixels, they’re very small (and also I think the small size might account for why they may not show up in the best quality, but I’ve been using this size for over 2 years and I’m set with it, and I feel like changing would be too much effort). And I feel like making it even smaller would just tank the quality even more

Though to be honest, I’m glad I made a second version with my proper sketching process, as I was better able to figure out her colors and design

Speaking of her design, yeah this is sort of what I’m thinking for her look, at least in terms of hair, dough and eye color. She’s not gonna keep the braid though, that’s just a kid thing

I feel like maybe I should give her streaks, but I’m not sure where to put them or what color

Also I realize that I forgot to put KitKats on her design. I wasn’t planning to originally since this is a little kid’s outfit, but also in some of the artbook drawings, young Dark Choco had small Oreo shoulderpads, so maybe she should have something similar. I had an idea for her wearing tiny KitKat shoulderpads, but I forgot them. Ah well

Hmm, does she look like a purecacao kid? I’m looking at her and I feel like she looks more like her own character than related to them. Maybe it’s the lack of streaks

Oh yeah, and one more thing I want to add, I’ve decided she’s a post-canon kid, as in Pure Vanilla and Dark Cacao got together after the events of the Dark Flour War and canon in general. The story in my head goes that Dark Cacao developed feelings for Pure Vanilla, but was hesitant to tell him about it, maybe because he’s socially awkward and wasn’t sure how to, maybe because Pure Vanilla and White Lily had something going on and he didn’t want to stir up drama between them. But regardless, Dark Cacao felt that it wasn’t so much of a big deal since they were immortal, he could tell him when he felt it was right. But then the Dark Flour War happened and Pure Vanilla seemingly died, with Dark Cacao never telling him how he felt. But then years later, Pure Vanilla came back, and while Dark Cacao was of course overjoyed, it also caused him to realize that even being immortal, they don’t have all the time in the world, and he needed to tell Pure Vanilla how he felt, and so during the events of Odyssey, he confessed to Pure Vanilla, and then likely sometime after Dark Enchantress’s defeat, they got together, and later had this girl

Also this means she has a (probably) 30+ year older brother in Dark Choco, but it’s all good

I feel bad just keeping her unnamed, but I don’t know what to call her. *sigh*

Any suggestions?

But yeah, I just wanted to show y’all this idea. Don’t know when I’ll be finishing her, but I’ll draw her officially at some point

[muses-of-the-mind]

My Muse

Civilian stared at the blank canvas in front of them. It sat deserted in the corner of their art studio, untouched by its artist for more than a few weeks until they finally gathered enough motivation to go and take a look at it. Safe to say, the lack of activity was evident in the room.

Freckles of dust and other particles coated the white sheets of Civilian’s canvases. The used paint brushes and glasses of dirty paint water from their last project still lay messily on the table. Even the fairy lights strung across the brightly painted walls couldn’t seem to revive the room.

After weeks of agonising Civilian had finally gotten out of bed, determined to paint something. But as they sat on the stool, finger tracing idly over the canvas, they had no idea what that something was.

Perhaps a landscape? No, it was way too realistic for their condition right now. Something cartoonish then. Maybe a drawing of a cat or a pixie? No, not that either.

Civilian sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose. Frustration boiled deep beneath their skin, fuelled by the indecisiveness of the past few days.

Why couldn’t the bloody canvas just paint itself?

Groaning, they banged their head against the easel, not bothering to pick it back up.

A pair of arms wrapped around Civilian’s waist and a chin came to rest on their shoulder. They didn’t have to turn back to know who it was. They would know that touch anywhere.

"What’s wrong, love?" The nickname Villain had for them still gave them butterflies.

"I have no clue what to paint. And frankly it’s quite vexing to sit here and stare like a statue."

Villain chuckled at their dramatics, nuzzling their face closer to Civilian’s neck. Their quiet voice exhaled warm breath over Civilian’s skin, making them shiver.

"Just paint something. Anything you do is a work of art." Civilian rolled their eyes at the super’s flattery, feeling, rather than seeing, them grin.

"If only it were that easy." They were feeling more enticed by their bed by the minute, wanting to slip under the cold sheets and dream the art block away, "Pretty sure my motivation is going down the drain."

Villain hummed, mindlessly stroking Civilian’s waist, "Try painting something you love or what you’re passionate about. That way, maybe you’ll want to finish it."

Civilian racked their brain, deeply immersed in the given advice. What was the one thing that made them happiest?

Civilian’s eyes lit up, an image becoming clear in their mind. It was so simple. Why hadn’t they thought of this before?

They finally lifted their head off the easel, turning to look at Villain with a huge, idiotic smile on their face. Villain took note of their expression and laughed, head thrown back, "I’m assuming you have an idea?"

Civilian nodded, still grinning, and pulled Villain in for a kiss. Villain’s grip on their waist tightened and they tugged their lover closer, deepening the kiss. Civilian pulled back after a while, resting their hands in Villain’s hair.

"Well, I’m expecting to see that painting by the end of the week." Villain gave them one last peck on the cheek, happy that they were able to help them, before leaving Civilian alone with their newfound excitement.

The artist tightened the apron around their waist before picking up a new, fresh paint palette.

Next week, the city’s greatest criminal would find a very handsome painting of themselves on the shared bedroom wall, captioned by it’s artist, "What makes me the happiest."

[lobster-lover]

Hi Lobs🦞, how's life man? I don't mean to be a bother but how's your progress on that "Varmints" project. It's cool if you're taking a break from it for awhile, I understand, but I just can't wait to see what you've created. And as soon as you decide to open a shop, I'll be sure to purchase whatever you got (prints, t-shirts, etc) Sorry if this ask has gone on too long but I'm also curious how you handle your art process. Anyway, always great to talk to you and see your awesome art. I hope you have a wonderful holiday season. ❤

oh uhm . i may have . completely forgotten about that drawing until now. ill probably finish it if i dont get bored of looking at it too fast LOL. here i made an apology doodle just for you

also thank you! im trying very very hard to understand what the hell im doing about the shop (and btw thank you to everyone who sent suggestions to my askbox!! not answering them because i want to keep them for reference to set up the famous shop), current goal is to open it before new years but ehhh .. it might take a while because im not in the most favorable of spots to be doing that (i live in a field and im like, a teenager) but everyone's support is truly keeping the ship sailing<3

ALSO also, about my art process, i dont really havea set of steps that i take? or something?? i know this sounds like the easy answer but i really just kinda go with whatever i have in mind and see what happens from there. i dont do sketches because every drawing changes a LOT in between starting and finishing it. like this is literally what all my canvases look like. It Is A Mess

[mythica0]

Im back with request mine mind was just... idk sleepy? Ok but ANYWAYYYY what if~~~~ Mikey used his paint brushes to tickle Leo beacuse he annoyed him while he was drawing or that leo ruined a art thing and mikey got his revange by tickling him( this took my 2 brainshells to work. Get it? Get it? Brainshells beacuse we talk here about turtles an- u know what nvm Bye bye no rush❤️❤️)

New Canvas

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁: Leo

🍫:Mikey

Summary: Leo accidentally breaks the Canvas Mikey is using to paint. Mikey finds a substitute.

A/N: Pfft nice pun! Sorry this is late, I’ve been really busy this week, but the weekend is here and now I’ve got time! Thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy!

New canvas

Mikey was painting. Displaying his emotions and thoughts across a canvas as he so liked to do.

Leo was in the room as well, idly chatting with his little brother about nothing in particular.

It was a nice little moment of calm amidst the chaos of the turtles lives and antics, but it didn’t last long.

Eventually, Leo Slipped from where he was pacing and fell right into Mikey’s art piece, tearing the canvas and landing on top of the box shell onto the ground with a loud thud.

Mikey’s breath was knocked out of him for a moment as he pushed Leo off of him.

“Leo! You tore my canvas! It’s all ruined now..” Mikey’s tone was more sad and disappointed than angry.

Leo grimaced. “I’m so sorry little bro! It was an accident I swear!”

Mikey sighed. “I know, I guess I have to restart….” Mikey got a mischievous idea as he spoke.

“…And here’s my new Canvas!” He finished cheerfully as he picked Leo up with surprising ease.

“Wha-?!” Leo exclaimed as he was pinned to the floor, she’ll facing up and Mikey on his ankles.

Mikey quickly grabbed his paintbrush and stroked along Leo’s shell.

The slider quickly fell into laughter because of the tickly bristles being lightly applied on his shell.

The cold paint seemed to amplify the feeling as well.

“Mihihikehehey!”

“Hey, Leo, can you stop moving? Canvases don’t wiggle. Or laugh, for that matter.”

“Yohohohour tihihihicklihihing mehehe! Ohof cohohourse ihim lahahahahaughing!”

“No. I’m painting. Now shhh.” Mikey continued to tease as he moved the brush to the back of his older brother’s knees. He could go for the thighs, but he wanted to save those for later.

Leo’s laughter amplified quite a bit at the new location. That tickled so much! How could something so light be so maddening? Not that he really minded.

It didn’t take long for Mikey to decide it was time for the finale.

“Are you ready Leo?” He smirked with a cheery yet sinister voice.

Leo gulped. “Absolutely not.”

“Too bad!” Came the box turtles response as he dipped the brush again quickly and brushed all over the sliders thighs.

Leo’s laughs quickly escalated into loud cackles and the occasional wheeze. He was pounding his fist in the floor to at least try to make the feeling more bearable, but it wasn’t really helping.

Eventually, Mikey got up and took a picture of the results before helping Leo up.

Mikey handed Leo his phone with the picture open, “Here’s the result!”

It was really pretty, actually. A nice little waterfall surrounded by flowers. Leo smiled.

“At least the painting you tortured me for looks nice”

“You know you like it, don’t try to deny that!”

He had a fair point. Leo didn’t respond.

Mikey left the room for a moment and came back with a bucket and washcloth, and Leo could hear water sloshing in the bucket.

Mikey smirked a bit and lifted up the washcloth in his hands. “Ready for round two?”

Leo gulped a bit, but, oh well. He supposed he would have to deal with being a new canvas.

———THE END————————————————

[echonidae]

a buncha headshot portraits! three out of five portraits, i'm finishing up the last two c: the sketches here are from way back in august/september, and i fiddled with them for some weeks on end trying to make Something out of them, then proceeded to frustratedly shelf the lot of them away. so it's nice to see at least these three all finished up now :') and they were really nice to work on too ;v;

but ohoho okay, this is a lot of announcements in one single post, so bear with me a moment :3c here's a tl;dr first: 1) headshot portraits as a new commission option maybe? :0ccc 2) commissions are opening again on monday, jan. 23rd! 3) separate commission info webpage for reading convenience (particularly for folks on mobile) 4) commission rules changes: payment in full & upfront, rather than half-and-half 5) two-slots-per-person rule will be no more and folks are free to send as many orders as they want, but any ones after the second will go into the queue instead 6) also a small change with unoccupied queue slots

the rest is under the readmore :')

so, i've been thinking about adding this sort of portrait as a commission option!! fairly simple compositions but fully rendered (because i darn love painting so much; cellshading is nice and all, but coloring it all in one layer is just... heart-eyes), on the big 2600px to 3800px canvases as well c: and i'm thinking of pricing commissions like these at 28 USD (feels like a good price but i'm accepting feedback on that — the point was to add something that's just straight up fully-rendered, but for the lower end of the pricetable, and the limitations of a headshot portrait feel fitting enough on both sides ;v; )

also portraits like these are fairly quick to draw, so the turnaround time would be fairly short! add to it that 1) these are fun, 2) i could use focusing on just the face and expressions rather than elaborate poses and all, 3) portraiture lighting my beloved, and 4) these are painted, and don't take forever to figure out or paint. :D but yeah, let me know what you think of the headshot portrait option!! would you folks be interested in something like this? :0c

and now hold on a moment, i have more things to say!! xD

commissions are reopening monday, jan. 23rd, at the usual 5pm BRT (UTC -3:00)!

6 active slots (previously known as regular slots; can't believe it's taken me years to figure out a better way of calling these orz), as well as another 24 slots on queue. these will remain open until further notice; money's tight right now, hence the lack of closing date :')

there should be plenty of slots either way tho, so no rush at all! but i apologize for the super short notice orz

also, i went and got all the commission info on a separate webpage on wix instead. here you go!

should be easier to access and read through stuff, particularly on mobile — or at least i sincerely hope it is, please leave me feedback if you can!!! let me know if you encounter Problems, i've looked and combed through every bit of these four (4) pages but i might have missed stuff still, pretty please let me know if you run into any Issues! ;-;

but yeah, the website has all the rules and info and all the different options as well, with extra examples and all. on monday, you'll also be able place orders directly through there, i made a little form and all c': technically the form is already there but pls don't send requests yet, i can't reserve slots ahead of time!

also also, and these are the last things i've got to say, i promise (and thank you if you've read this far!),

a couple commission rules are changing!

1) from this new batch onwards, i'll be charging commissions in full & upfront instead of the half-half system i'd been doing up until this point. the exception is if an order exceeds $80 USD; for those ones we'll return to the half-before-sketch + half-once-finished situation instead!

but how's that? :0c i hope this is alright, but please let me know if this would make commissions just... unaffordable ;o; i do really like the half-half system, and i'd rather keep it, but it's either this or raising prices, and i don't think i can do that yet :T either way, please let me know your thoughts on the matter!!

2) the only-two-slots-per-person rule will no longer be in effect, so go ham with multiple orders if you wish on monday — the caveat is that i'll still be working only on two orders at a time per person, so if you order three things, the third one will be placed at the end of the queue c:

looking back i could've... done this from the beginning. orz it should be more convenient to send multiple orders if you have 'em!

and finally, 3) if the queue list hits its closing date with slots still available, folks who have already ordered and would like to get in the queue again can go on and grab those empty queue slots if they want, instead of being limited to two slots per person per batch, and then having to wait for an entire new batch.

i opened this exception for the last round of commissions (thank you once again to the folks who wanted repeats ;-; ) so i thought i should just make it into a proper thing instead, since it does make sense to do it anyway — the queue list is purposefully filled with a ton of slots, then left open for weeks on end to make sure everyone interested can get their orders in, so letting folks claim those remaining slots after the deadline sounds fine ;v;

that being said, there won't be a deadline for this monday's batch, so this bit technically doesn't change anything xD but i thought i should mention the New Thing #6!

and that's it! that's all!

while i'm pretty set on most of these (specially the full-upfront-payment bit — again, money's tight orz), i'm still definitely open to feedback, and to change things if something doesn't work for you folks!! please do share your thoughts on it, or send a note if you'd rather!! and let me know if you have any questions too ;v; 

i apologize for the super short notice again (and for cramming all of this into a single post) orz i'll be sorting things out until 5pm on monday, and getting these last commissions posted as well c:

thank you again for reading all of this orz and please don't feel obligated to reply to all the points if you have thoughts on only a specific one, i'd rather hear a little feedback than none at all ;o;

all in all, hope at least these portraits look nice, they were fun to work on :') Oliver, Owen and Steffan (previously known as the Swordsman/the Warlock — yup he's got a name now!); i'll get the other two of Matthew and Coriander done and posted!

thanks again folks, have a nice friday! ;w;

[xmassamurai]

Infromation and warnings post

I feel the need to share some thoughts and important information in this post. If you don't want to read about my thoughts and feelings, go straight to the Information block.

If you don’t like my art just scroll it or block me. You don’t need to text me about it.

Thoughts and Feelings

Warning: voluminous text with some thoughts.

I have abandoned my art blog again and it’s mentally difficult for me to come back to it, so I won’t do it.

My art block started in 2020, but I stubbornly tried to continue drawing with hope that I could force myself to overcome it. At the beginning of 2022, I drew my last picture and couldn’t bring myself to draw anything else. Before my birthday that year, I decided to announce that I was no longer publishing my work.

In my creative journey I made several mistakes. Two of them were large:

1. I started making money as a graphic designer and it led to a burnout.

2. I expected a greater response from the audience, but I didn’t get it because  I really don't know how to work with an audience.

Now I have changed my approach. I no longer work and will never work in the creative field. My job position is connected with  data analysis.

I want to express my endless gratitude to my sister, who brought drawing back into my life. One day she brought me her iPad and offered me to draw. Before this I had never drawn on an iPad; I had always used Wacom graphics tablets. The drawing process turned out to be like meditation for me. I would draw sketches, not finish them, and then abandon them. Sometimes I simply covered the canvas with different brushes.

After working day, my sister and me started playing Mortal Kombat, and when I was tired she gave me the iPad, then she continued to play. And we talked a lot. One day she said: ‘For some reason I like it when you draw.’ And it was very enjoyable. Perhaps she always thought so, but did not voice it. These words seemed to resurrect me. My sister didn't care how long I drew, she just loved sitting next to me and seeing what I was drawing on her iPad. This relieved the nervous tension that I had earned from the wrong attitude towards the audience. I was always afraid of losing the public's interest because I draw slowly. My friends said that I should draw as often as possible, even if it turns out badly, and post it on the blog to increase the activity of subscribers. This approach was very toxic for me. And furthermore I don't know how to draw something actual. Sometimes I become hyper fixated on something and can only draw that.

My sister didn’t care  exactly what I  was drawing. She looked at my crooked sketches as if they were a miracle. She was delighted that I could make some semblance of people  through lines. While we played Mortal Kombat, we inevitably created (almost always without plot justification) pairings, so pairings with the characters of which my sister and I played after work began to appear on my canvases.

One day my mom accidentally saw one of these pictures drawn while playing Mortal Kombat. She said: ‘What beautiful faces they have’. I was embarrassed, but I was pleased. My mom usually didn't give my fandom shipping pictures high marks. Then I decided to create a server on Discord and invited my sister and best friend there. There I started posting all my pictures. I post everything that comes out of one drawing session, even if it only lasted 5 minutes, and they post reactions. There is nothing else on the server. I realized that I need these reactions, I am delighted when they stage some unusual reactions and I am delighted that these reactions are always there. This completely satisfied my need to get feedback from the audience. I have almost gotten rid of the traumas that I inflicted on myself in the past. I am eternally grateful to my sister and my best friend for these reactions.

I myself  began to like the pictures that I completed. And one day I decided that I could post on my Tumblr blog those pictures that seemed good enough to me on the Discord server, and leave space for creative chaos on Discord. Processes and abandoned work will remain there. As well as originals that for certain reasons I don’t want to publish on the Internet and some local jokes and art that only my sister and I or my friend understand.

So I'm restarting my blog. My art will sometimes appear here. They will not appear here regularly. As I complete some works and if they seem suitable for publication, I will post them here.

Information

I do not exclude that sometimes there will be text posts on free topics. These may be my thoughts or incorrect quotes. I will continue to reblog.

Sometimes captions for art may be in Russian. It is my native language. I don't speak English well, but I'm trying to improve it.

This blog will contain pairings that have no plot justification. Please don't comment that this is weird or wrong. I like them and most likely they came here because my sister and I came up with them together for some reason.

Here are a few Mortal Kombat pairings that I ship (maybe I will add it in the future, or maybe create a separate post):

Kuai x Hanzo (in mk1 too)

Baraka x Kabal

Kitana x Jade

Fujin x Rain

Frost x Erron

Shiva x Sindel

Erron x Kano

Johnny x Kenshi

Bi Han x Tomas

Mortal Kombat warnings and headcanon

[studio-interview-repository]

Interview -- Kaitlin K.

NG: As someone working with paint, cut canvas, and even seeds, what draws you to mixed-media artmaking? KK: I wanted to experiment with how else to express the themes (memory, childhood, nostalgia) I have been interested in with painting, and I do enjoy when a work has a tactile element. I wanted to understand if a different or additional media would be more successful. However, I am not sure I am liking the direction I was going with mixed media works or how I could move forward with it purposefully, so I think for now I want to want to focus back on painting. To experiment more with abstracted shapes, maybe "deskilling", the idea of "disruptors" in scenes, and misshapen or cut canvases. I need to explore how these different shapes could add meaning or what it means to take away something traditional. Like the canvases I just cut were traced from the shadows the morning light was making coming through the window of my studio. NG: You’ve mentioned the importance of art festivals in your practice, particularly the overlap between that environment and your market knowledge that lets you know what you can make that will sell! What other influence/information do you feel you’ve benefitted from by participating in various art festivals? KK: From working as an interior design consultant, I get good insight as to what people like to put in their homes. At art festivals I get a good understanding on what content people respond well too, which tends to be clouds. I get feedback from both visitors and other artists, which can be nice to hear commentary that is not solely academic based. I have only done a few so far that are juried/ of notable size but I do find them worth continuing to do since they seem to be the only opportunity I have to learn how to market myself rather than being research/academia focused. NG: You described your process when you beginning a piece as very intuitive, letting the paint fall where it may before you make any specific compositional decisions. While in this part of the process, what questions are you asking yourself that eventually inform how you finish the piece? KK: The first thing I make a decision on is color palette based on the mood I am trying to convey. Once I have general composition down the next thing I decide is scale, one big cloud or lots or small clouds, tiny trees far away or larger ones taking up the foreground, how far back should the viewer be from the scene? I think in upcoming works I want the viewer to feel distanced and like they are viewing the scene from above. Content wise I try to keep the shapes of the natural elements and structures, kind of "generic" in a way so they do not feel to evocative of a specific time or place, but I think moving forward I want to look through descriptions of landscapes in fairytales (Brothers Grimm, Hans Christian Anderson versions) to draw inspiration from those. Once I have all the elements in I want I will add as much of them (abstract shapes, foliage, waterfalls, etc) until the composition feels balanced to me.

[skvaderarts]

Petrichor Chapter 24: Artist

Chapter 24: Artist 

Note: Hi everyone! Hope you’re all doing well! Was it hot where all of you live today, too, or was that just me? Texas, man. This is the only place I’ve ever lived where it’s been hot in October. I know we're not there just yet, but damn. Close enough. SMH.

(-~-)

In a small room off to the side of the living area was a tiny office, every wall crammed with storage units and plastic tubs that had been stacked as neatly as the limited service space would allow. Many of them were tilting in a manner that implied that they might slide over onto the floor soon, but the space was tidy either way. For now.

A glance around the small room was all it took to find art supplies scattered everywhere. On the desk in the middle of the space were several adjustable wooden reference figures and stacks of different types of paper and canvas. Paint brushes, pens, markers, pencils, charcoal. There were no shortage of mediums available, but they all seem to pertain to either canvas or paper, her choice of medium apparent without even seeing any of her works. 

On the corner of the desk farthest from the light was an old box that looked as though it might contain a vintage camcorder or something of the like if the strap hanging out of it and the stack of vintage lenses were anything to go by. A few photos were hung on the wall, but none of them contained people. Animals and all forms of nature were on display ranging from lush forests and winding rivers to cows in fields and dogs playing in the mud, but it seemed that people were not of interest to her. She could have fooled him. But perhaps when it came to her art it was a different story.

She walked into the room only a few seconds behind him, heading to a small bookshelf in the corner nearest to the doorway. It was only then that he even noticed it was there since it was facing away from him on the opposite side of the wall, catching sight of a blend of colorful papers at the top and the menagerie of canvases at the bottom. He realized rather quickly that this was probably the place where she stored her works once they were finished. Or at least somewhat finished. A few of them seem to be half done but he was actually having a bit of a hard time making out all the different shapes and colors He needed to focus on something in particular.

And as if she knew this, she grabbed a sketchbook off of the shelf and folded it open, flipping through a few of the images until she landed upon one that she seemed to think he would enjoy, taking a deep breath in order to calm herself. This clearly took a lot of courage on her part, and he silently wondered if there was something to that.

It was clear that she was wondering if he would like what she was going to offer to show him. He doubted that he would hate it, but he wondered all the same whether or not she was shy to show him her art because she thought it was bad or because she thought he would think it was. He wondered why she cared about his approval. Perhaps it was just a part of human nature? He didn't seek the approval of… 

Oh.

"These are some of my most recent projects. They're my best work so far. Hopefully… I hope they're not terrible. And you like them." She said as she handed him the notebook, the drawing she had picked on the top. He turned the notebook around with a nod before staring at the picture, taking it in for a moment before flipping to the next. And to say that he was surprised would be an understatement.

Beautiful illustrations of the natural world covered every page, charcoal and graphite being the primary tools used to achieve the look she desired. The lines were clearly defined and purposeful, and the blending was top-notch, smooth and precise. She had clearly put in many long hours to achieve this look. It was the sort of thing that only came from a lifetime of practice and a steady hand; time and technique paying off in spades. And while it was not perfect or even the best art that he had ever seen, it was undeniably impressive, and I got the impression that perfection wasn't what she was aiming for in the first place. It was style. And she had certainly nailed that.

"... What is there to not like about them?" He asked earnestly, perplexed as to why she had seemed to demonstrate so much anxiety about showing them to him. He imagined that if he could draw this well he would have confidence in his works, although it was undoubtedly true that he would strive to continuously improve. That was simply who he was. But she was far from awful, that much was clear. Vergil wondered why she didn't have more confidence in her skills.

"So you… they're good?" She said, her tone filled with disbelief. She seemed genuinely surprised that he hadn't tossed the notebook aside and walked out of the door in disgust. And it wasn't an act. Far from it, in fact. Every facet of her face from the slight widening of her pupils to the ever-so-subtle upturn of the corner of her mouth and the raising of her eyebrows made that clear. She had expected him to not like her work, that much was clear.

"I think so. Better than anything I could ever do. Not that I've tried." He said simply, speaking honestly. He'd never really gotten into drawing. He tried it once or twice as a child, but that had been more his brother's thing, not that Dante's crayon scribbles had been anything he'd dare call art. Though he imagined his parents would have disagreed in that way that parents always seem to. He imagined it held a certain charm to the parents of the child when their offspring created some hideous amalgamation of colors and shapes that would probably request a swift and merciful death should it be able to speak for them.

Now it was Vergil's turn to ask a few questions. His curiosity had been piqued by the contrast between her artwork and her reaction to his reaction to it. He was clearly missing something here. "If you thought that they were terrible, why did you continue?"

A look that he was unfamiliar with flashed across her face. In a mixture of grief and disappointment, the muscles in her neck quivering as she pinched her lips together, turning them inward. Her shoulders pulled inward and pointed upward as she drew into herself, wounded by something he didn't understand.  

"Because… I had to believe they were. It was all I could do." She said as her gaze shifted down towards the floor, her eyes unable to meet his. She clutched the notebook tightly, not crinkling or tearing it but bending the cardboard backing ever so slightly. "My father always told me they weren't any good. He worked in antiquities and spent a lot of time around collections of vintage fine art. Every time I showed him one of my drawings even as a little girl he always told me that my works were nothing special, especially compared to the masters. So I studied the artists he liked. I wanted to be good like them so badly. I wanted him to tell me just once that he likes something I did. So I kept practicing and practicing hoping that one day I'd be good enough. That on the rare occasion that he came home he would look at my art with adoration like he did the art he worked with. That he would look at me with adoration. But in over a decade that's never happened a single time."

Vergil remained silent, utterly unsure as to how he was supposed to follow a statement like that. His father had never expressed disappointment with his skills or interests. He had only ever wanted to be like his father. To honor his unsurmountable legacy as his oldest son. He had pushed himself to be the very best because he knew that it would be impressive to his father, or at least he had hoped it would be, but he couldn't imagine what he would feel in the depths of his very being of his father had told him that he simply wasn't good enough. To be told that he possessed known talent and that he simply wasn't anything special, even if that were the truth. To him, his father had been utterly perfect, and although their relationship hadn't always been, he would have never dreamed of being told something so heartless by Sparda or his mother, for that matter. He didn't think his father even had it in him to voice that kind of opinion. And that was to say nothing of how his mother would have torn him apart should he have done so.

His father had been firm but caring, offering encouragement and feedback when needed. He offered guidance on matters that he understood and attempted to learn things that he did not in order to be more helpful to them. He had shown patience in situations when Vergil himself was sure that he personally would have cracked. Sparda wanted to see him improve. It seemed to bring him satisfaction when he or his brother did well. Her father didn't seem to be anything like that to him. 

… He missed them both so much.

"Your father is a buffoon." The Darkslayer said that word as though it left a foul taste in his mouth. If it were up to his preferences he would not refer to a man who treated his child that way as a parent, but he had nothing else to call him. He imagined that he was the sort of man his mother would have hated. She never believed in stifling creativity even when that creativity was something she didn't understand like Dante's senseless little games and Vergil's own solitary obsession with literature, especially poetry. She'd simply smile and nod, giving them encouragement through her presence alone. She believed that the innocence and whimsy of a child was something that should be protected and nurtured for as long as it could be before the crushing reality of growing up set in, something that she and Sparda had many discussions about over the years before his disappearance. Never arguments or fights, but a few heated discussions. Yes. Eva would have hated this woman's father with every fiber of her being. And she probably wouldn't have been quiet about it.

A single, solitary tear ran from her eye and down her cheek until it dripped off of her chin onto the edge of the paper, causing a small blemish on the art. It was barely noticeable, but it was there nonetheless. She quietly set the notebook down and leaned on the desk, her back to him. She was clearly trying to compose herself and failing. It seemed that she wasn't keen on shedding tears in front of a stranger, either.

"You're absolutely right. I told him something like that the last time I saw him. On the front steps of our house. And then I took my bags and walked away. I won't repeat the words he said to me in response; The things he called me as I left him behind. I know none of his words should matter and that he's wrong. But they still do somehow." She used a crumpled-up piece of paper to wipe her eye, the medium too stiff to work effectively much like blowing your nose into copy paper, but she didn't seem to care. It got the job done regardless. "Sometimes I think about sending him some of my art to show him how much I've improved. And then I remember… That pigment on paper has always mattered more to him than me."

Vergil looked away from her for a moment, back into the photographs on the wall and the artwork that filled that room. There were no people in any of them. And now it made sense. Because she was alone here with nothing but her work. The work that she did because she had no idea what else to do. It had consumed so much of her, her desire to achieve an idealized version of herself that didn’t exist. The loneliness was suddenly suffocating. And somewhere deep within himself, the part of him that didn’t want to acknowledge anything that he perceived as a flaw couldn’t shake the feeling that this realization was like holding a mirror up to himself. And that infuriated him.

“... Put your boots back on. Let’s take a walk.”.

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Hi again! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I've been slower than I’d like getting to your comments, so I just wanted to let you know that I see them and I’m answering them but I have like 20 in my inbox right now and I’ve just been busy lately. Thank you for all the support and feel free to keep them coming! I love chatting with all of you! See you on Friday! Bye bye!

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a prompt?

single parent trope for feysand, pretty please?

more prompts for this would be great, otherwise you get my rambling mind and we all know how that goes...

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An Intimate Display of Insecurities and Hopelessness

The air-conditioning was out.  Again.  And Feyre had already stripped down to a tank-top and shorts.  The heat was miserable.  

“Sweet mercy,” she muttered as she stood in front of the large fan she’d bought yesterday to try and keep things cool.  It wasn’t working.

Feyre brushed her hair from her sweaty brow and bit back a curse.  This day was not going at all the way she’d wanted it to.  It had taken her far to long to get anything started, not to mention coordinating with Elain on how she wanted to participate in the shop.

It was only three days to her deadline to get her shop up and running.  Three days to get pallets made, canvases designed, and interior design finished.  All in one-hundred-degree weather and boob sweat.

She turned back to the mess of her shop.  This was going to take more work than she had time for.  Or sanity.

The front door opened behind her with a clatter.  Feyre wasn’t that concerned about it, knowing she was getting some things delivered.

“Just leave the deliveries on the floor,” she said, not looking back.  She was trying to have a vision of what she was going to accomplish, a vision that would be epic and glorious.

“Excuse me?” 

Feyre spun at the smooth voice and nearly stumbled.  The most attractive man she’d ever seen was standing in her shop.  His black pants were crisp and cleanly lined and his black shirt was rolled up to the elbows, displaying his tanned skin.  He was tall, lean, and with his black hair swept neatly back.

Feyre felt sweat roll between her breasts.  Oh hell.

“Feyre Archeron?” He asked and took a step forward while holding out his hand. “Rhysand Avitas.  I’m the new building manager.”

A dozen curses ran through her head as she did her best to wipe her sweaty hand on her shorts inconspicuously.  Because of course she knew who Rhysand Avitas was.  Everyone in their small town did.  He was the son of the police chief and now the youngest elected mayor in Valeris history.

He had also been just a year ahead of Feyre in school.  So she knew the kind of person her was.  At least, she thought she did.

“Rhysand, of course,” she said as she took his hand. The heat didn’t seem to effecting him.  Jackass. “Sorry, I guess I lost track of time.”

Indeed, it was half-past two right when she’d told his assistant that he could come by the shop.  And see that everything was in order for her opening deadline.  Except she hadn’t really expected him to show up.  

“Not a problem.” He smiled in such a charming way that Feyre found herself wanting to hate him.

But Feyre already did hate him.  He had bought the building just two days after her father’s death.  Just two days after the building was up for sale.  She hadn’t even had the time to get funds together to convince the bank that she could buy the lease herself.  Now, she was going to have to open her shop under him.

In school he had been captain of the football team, president of the ASB club.  He had been the kind of person Feyre had never wanted to interact with.  High and mighty, proud and cruel.  He’d worn a mask of indifference to anyone beneath him, she was convinced.

Feyre cleared her throat. “Things are a little messy right now, but it’ll be ready for opening day on Monday.”

Rhysand nodded as he walked around the shop.  Bits of wood crunched under his too fancy shoes and dust clung to his pants when he brushed up against one of the pallets that Feyre was still trying to decide how to convert into a display case.

“You’re a painter, correct?” he asked.  He looked over his shoulder at her and Feyre was taken aback by his eyes.  Bright blue—so bright that she could have sworn they were violet.  And damn her if she didn’t want to at least try and draw them.

“Yes,” she replied. “My sister does some gardening and does floral arrangements and I’m planning on having her sell some of her work here as well.”

“I remember,” he said, “Mrs. Ellis always made sure all of her classes knew about her protegee.”

Feyre rolled her eyes.  The high school art teacher had been someone no one really liked.  Aside from her.  Maybe it was just because Feyre had wanted someone to pay attention to her, but the woman had always been nice to Feyre.

“My work wasn’t that good back then,” she said.  And it was true, it had taken years of study and experimentation to get to where she was now.  Ten years after those miserable high school years and here she was, finally maybe a little bit confident with what she could do.

Rhysand said nothing, only observed.  “And you’re sure you’ll be ready by Monday?  No offense Miss Archeron, but it seems like a lot needs to be taken care of.  You assured the bank, and my assistant, that your shop was worth allowing in the complex.”

Feyre’s mouth pursed as she watched his man before her.  With his impeccable clothing, that silver watch on his wrist, it was hard to imagine that he’d had any hardships in his life.

“Yes, and I keep my word,” she said, her voice cold enough to rival any a/c.  “What I would like to know is why the air conditioning still isn’t fixed.  It’s been this way for a week now.”

���It’s being looked into,” Rhysand said. 

His gaze turned sharp as he looked her over again.  Something passed over his face that Feyre didn’t care to try and understand.  She just wanted this man out of her shop so she could get back to work.

“Was there something in specific that you wanted to discuss?” she asked, “or were just interested in questioning my ability to run a shop?”

He smirked at her and shook his head. “You always did have that fire in you, didn’t you?”

Feyre was ready to tell him to get out when a soft cry caught her attention.  She held up a finger to silence him as she listened.  Maybe she’d imagined it.  Hell, she hoped he’d imagined it.  Unfortunately the cry came again.

“Just a minute,” she said.

She hurried to the back of the shop where a door led into what would be used for the breakroom.  It was a few degrees cooler back there, which was why she’d set it up for it’s current use.

Sitting up in the pack-and-play was her daughter.  Seren with her golden hair and large blue eyes looked up at her and cried again.

“Momma!” 

Immediately, Feyre scooped her daughter up.  Seren latched on with a snake-like grip.  Her arms wound around Feyre’s neck tightly.

“Hi baby,” Feyre murmured.  “Why are you awake?”

It had only been a half hour since Feyre’d put her down, she’d been hoping for at least one hour of uninterrupted work.

Seren said nothing and only whimpered into Feyre’s neck.  As Feyre whispered to her daughter to sooth her, she went back out into the main part of the store to find the diaper bag she’d packed that morning.  In one of the insulated pockets, she found a bottle of apple juice.

“Here, honey,” Feyre said.  Seren snatched the bottle and began drinking, tears still rolling down her cheeks. “Okay, there we go.  Momma need to talk to Mr. Avitas okay, can you let me do that?”

Seren nodded and the almost two-year-old tucked herself right against Feyre’s neck.

Pressing a kiss to her daughter’s forehead, Feyre turned back to Rhysand who stood right where she’d left him.  The hard look in his eyes was gone and whatever hard-ass talk he was no doubt going to deliver evaporated.

“It seems I was wrong,” Rhysand said, “you do have some help, don’t you?”

Seren wiggled in Feyre’s arms to get a better look at the man, her bottle sticking in one cheek.

“Momma,” Seren said, her voice just slightly muffled.

“Yes, you are my big helper,” Feyre agreed, “even when you get into my paints.”

Seren beamed up at her. “I help.”

Feyre snorted a bit of laughter.  Help.  Sure.  There were some painted handprints on the wall that aid otherwise.

“Did you have any other concerns you needed to address, Mr. Avitas?” Feyre asked.

He seemed so taken aback that Feyre had had her daughter in the back room napping that it took him a moment to speak again.  It would have been amusing if the man hadn’t been so annoying to begin with.

“She looks just like you,” Rhysand said.

That was the last thing Feyre’d expected.  She quirked a brow at the man.  She knew it was true.  Seren, thank the heavens, looked like an Archeron.  There was barely a trace of her father.  Something Feyre would give thanks for every day.

Feyre heart gave a painful squeeze.  Of course that was what he meant.

She met his gaze, holding it for a long moment.  Her hold on Seren tightened automatically, something she always did when she remembered her baby’s father. 

“Yes, she does,” she whispered.  Feyre wondered what Rhysand could possibly know.  When she’d moved back to Valeris two years ago, just after she’d found out she was pregnant, she scrubbed her life clean of that man.  Rhysand couldn’t possibly know who the father was.  Even if he did, he shouldn’t care.

“Right,” he muttered and ran a hand through his hair. Once again, an un definable look flashed over his features, and disappeared just as quickly.  “I’ll see what I can do about the air-conditioning.”

“Good,” Feyre said, “I’d hate to have to delay opening.”

And much to her surprise, Rhysand laughed.  “Of course not.  That would be rather inconvenient, wouldn’t it?”

He turned back to the door and looked as though he would leave without saying anything else, until he paused. He seemed to be having an internal dilemma when he looked back to Feyre.

“If there is anything I can help with, let me know.”

The words were halting and careful.  Feyre wasn’t sure how to read them, how to respond.  So she only nodded.

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Hello! I was thinking for the main 7 bois + the un-dateables with An artist mc that likes to draw,paint, ect and always has some form of colourful smudge all over their face or paint splatter on their hands/ hair /anywhere??? ( bonus points if mc cant help themselves and paint on everything!!)

The Demon Bros & Undatables w/an Artist MC

Lucifer

• At first he was ?? just clean it off ?? or be neater ??

• But once he watched you work one afternoon he understood

• And also realized how cute it was

• The paint and smudges on your arms (and hair? He had no idea how you’d managed to get paint in your hair, but after watching he understood heh) was just as much part of the artwork as the actual piece itself

• The more he sees you with little (or big) paint smudges on your face and arms, the more he loves it

Mammon

• “MC! Ya got paint on yerself!”

• You explain that you know and that you liked it there. It makes you feel artsy

• He doesn't completely understand, but he’s not about to judge you for it

• Walks into your room to hand out and sees you with green and blue paint all over your arms, and watches you intently (while asking many questions) to see just how you manage to always end up covered in whatever medium you were using

Leviathan

• He sometimes makes art of his favorite fandoms (except Ruri-chan. Because she belongs to him <3) to sell, so he understands how much of a messy process it can be

• But he switched to drawing on a tablet hundreds of years ago, so he forgets the extent to which you can get dirty

• You stop by one afternoon to watch anime and have a strand of green paint through your hair

• He blushes and giggles a bit at the sight, and compliments you on your new hair

• You laugh with him and make a mental note to shower before bed

Satan

• He draws sometimes so he’s used to the smudges, but is shocked that you manage to get paint on essentially every surface of your body

• Makes fun of you for it, but you know he secretly thinks it’s cute

• Sometimes you two draw together, and you absolutely take your paintbrush and paint a green stripe down his arm >:)

• At first he’s upset, but he can never stay mad at you for longer than a second, so he wipes it off across your cheek

• Cute paint fight

Asmodeus

• “That can’t be good for your skin!”

• Whenever you head over and are covered in your art (so every time) he draws you a bath and gives you his most hydrating and moisturizing body wash he has

• Sits beside you (or in the tub with you, whatever you’re comfortable with) and lectures you on how bad acrylic paint is for your skin

• You try to tell him it’s fine and that it’s never affected you before, but he will not hear it

• You appreciate his care for your skin and wellbeing and gladly let him pamper you

Beelzebub

• Doesn’t notice at first, but one day when he sees you with a large orange mark on your jeans, he notices

• Asks what happened, and you explain that you were painting a piece you’d finally finished sketching and accidentally gotten the paint on your pants

• Asks to watch you draw sometime (he’s interested because you’re interested)

• Likes to pick at the paint on your arms while you’re working, weirdly satisfied by the way it comes off in little flakes

• You notice this and start getting more paint on your arms so that he can pick it off later

Belphegor

• Notices when he’s falling asleep with his face in your hair and gets a big whiff of paint

• “Uh, MC, there’s paint in your hair”

• “Oh yeah, I know. It’s dried now so it won’t stain anything”

• He doesn’t mind any potential stains, really just misses the smell of your hair as he falls asleep

• You make sure to tie your hair back so his naps are as enjoyable as possible

Diavolo

• He’s always very neat and orderly, so when you show up in messy ripped jeans and a loose tee-shirt, he’s surprised

• “MC, you’re covered in paint!” he notices, but definitely thinks it’s cute

• “Yeah, I guess I am” you laugh, looking down at yourself, “I just finished a piece and it had a ~ton~ of colors involved”

• He thinks it’s cute and asks you for a piece just for him

• Definitely not to hang in his office, to look at when he misses you

• Buys you a smock to wear while you paint, but you wear it more as a cardigan (and spray his cologne on it)

Barbatos

• He likes abstract paintings and even creates them in his (limited) free time

• So when you show up covered in an array of paints, he loves that this is something you can share

• You buy each other sketchbooks and fill them with little drawings/paintings of things that make you think of each other

• It’s very cute and he frames his favorites from you, hanging them around his room to look at

• Brags to his friends (mainly Diavolo) about how talented you are

Simeon

• Loves art !

• He’s never created it, but he loves the liberal arts, so he loves that you create such beautiful art

• Loves to watch you sketch (specifically the way you could create such intricate drawings from a blank page) and paint (the way you could take three colors and create a masterpiece, blending the colors to create a new rainbow)

• He encourages you to enter your work in competitions, and you end up making quite a name for yourself

• Supportive :’)

Solomon

• Only experience with art was the few art classes he took in the human world

• Upon finding out that you’re an artist (you insist it’s just a hobby, but he knows that your talent is undeniable)

• Thinks the way you’re always covered in paint and smudges is adorable, and likes to tease you about it

• You want to paint all over his hair since it’s white like your canvases, but you settle for drawing silhouettes of him to design his hair in many ways

• You ~almost~ get him to dye his hair like one of your designs, but he has too many formal events to go to for his work

Luke

• “MC! I didn’t know you were into painting!”

• You show him some of your work, and his eyes light up like a puppy (I had to hjgdks)

• “You’re amazing!” he compliments you, and usually doesn’t pay mind to the paint all over your clothes and skin

• You two definitely have a lil paint war as well, and he gets Very competitive about it

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A/N: Hi!! I loved this prompt heh, a casual little hc was exactly what I needed :) I love your requests and am currently working through my asks, so I’ll get to the rest of them soon (hopefully lol, school is stressful)