#painter-kun

[xxthefairywitchxx]

Them. I love them.

[shigiooo]

[nupaintings]

[joelletwo]

summary of natsuyuu chapter 128 - start of The Sealed-Off Storehouse arc

new arc (sort of) new post! my previous summaries for the preceding related arcs here. we continue increasing the cast of exorcist-related characters... and we see some familiar ones :)

Ms. Iwami comes to visit Takuma, saying her grandfather always told her if there was a problem she didn’t understand, she could rely on Takuma. She wants him to take a look at something, but he tells her he’s lost his youkai sight and wouldn’t be any help if it's actually dangerous. He’s happy to hear her out, though, since her grandfather helped him when he was a young unknown exorcist. But she suddenly gets flustered over coming to him over something as silly as a joke her grandfather had played on her, saying she’ll enter her storehouse after all. She leaves, crossing paths with Natori and Natsume at the door.

(natsume: natori-san you can't just burst in 😰)

(natori: were you visiting? iwami: it's not important. pay no attention to the opening scene)

(takuma: what's all this about, shuuichi-kun? natori: *prompts his little buddy to take charge*)

Takuma asks why they’ve come, and Natsume explains that he wants help looking into the painting he found at the exorcist auction.

(takuma: why were you at an exorcist auction!!! natori, already been thru this: that's what i'm saying. natsume's actual next response: well... there were various circumstances...)

Natori thinks Takuma will know more than he does, although the auction was highly anonymous, since he has more industry connections. Takuma’s happy to help since Natsume helped him with his shiki before. First, they ask about the visitor from before. Takuma explains she's the granddaughter of a close friend of his mentor’s, and he’s worried about not being able to help with her situation.

Natori and Natsume go to meet with her to put him at ease. Natori says Natsume didn’t have to come (which Nyanko agrees with), but Natsume wants to hear from as many people as possible while he’s looking into the painting. Natori asks him what kind of person Reiko was. From the yokai, you only hear that she was "violent," from humans, she was "weird," but in that painting, Natsume saw a different Reiko he’s unfamiliar with. If he could hear about the Reiko that painter knew…

They’re interrupted by fangirls recognizing Natori, irritating Nyanko, who asks why they had to take the bus instead of Natori’s car. He laughs and says it’s a habit from his student days, when he'd daydream that if he went out to places with lots of people, someone would eventually recognize his gecko and call out to him.

(natori, about to say something really heartbreaking: it's because i'm a romantic ^_^)

(iwami: no one's gone in that storehouse for decades. natori: you're saying...? iwami: there's "something that will curse you if you look at it" in there.)

Ms. Iwami welcomes them as Takuma’s representatives and fusses over a “if you look at it, you’ll be cursed” story her grandfather always told her about something in the storehouse on the property, which might’ve just been a story to keep the kids out, and which she can’t decide if she believes or not now that she's reorganizing after her father’s passing. Nyanko calls the Iwami house creepy, as it’s filled with lots of strange things, like a weird wall hanging Natsume is startled by.

Natori and Natsume go to check out the storehouse at her urging. Natori’s shiki go in to investigate first, but Natsume stops Hiiragi, checking if she’ll be okay in a place that might remind her of bad memories. She assures him she’s used to storehouses after helping with Natori’s work for so long, and that she doesn’t regret those memories anyways, as they led to her meeting Natsume and Natori.

Natori’s shiki report nothing strange. Natori goes in to make sure, and Natsume asks to come with, saying he doesn’t want to miss any more hidden connections to Reiko. Natori makes them both paper dolls that will absorb a single curse in their place as a precaution.

(natori telling natsume the same thing natsume's been telling tanuma when he tags along in recent arcs: and you prooooomise to leave if anything goes wrong, right? ^_^)

He lights incense that will be attracted to any curse if there’s one to be found, but it takes time to accumulate. In the meantime, they look around the place: Natori for clues, Nyanko for treasures, and Natsume for anything about Reiko. Natori finds the texts of a famous exorcist.

(natori: huh? natsume: ! don't tell me you found the curse... natori: no, it's a book of Mr. Shirakouji... it really is a treasure 0_0;;)

Nyanko spots a wall of photos, all featuring prominent exorcists (including a younger Takuma, and Takuma’s mentor) with the same man accompanying them. While they’re looking at him, Ms. Iwami calls them back for a break.

She says the man is probably her grandfather, who had connections to and sponsored all sorts of exorcists through her (non-Sighted) family’s commitment to the traditions, which meant she gets sent all sorts of thank-you gifts for him, including the wall hanging Natsume saw earlier. Natsume startles to look and see it’s moved, though Iwami denies that and says its just a picture of the great youkai protecting her house. She suddenly gets confused about who told her the “curse you if you look at it” story, remembering a ghostly figure, but shakes it off.

(iwami: don't worry about it! me: okay yay ^_^ 💕)

Natori asks about Takuma. She says he was a wonderfully skilled disciple her grandfather’s friend took under his wing who her grandfather sponsored after seeing his talent. Natori is happy to hear him praised.

They go back out to the storehouse, relieved nothing’s happened so far. Natori and Nyanko agree something feels strange, though, wondering if there’s a barrier. They notice Natori’s incense has gathered around a ceiling tile.

(natori: hey, watch it =_=;)

Natori pushes it up and finds a second floor to the storehouse with ofuda talismans on the rafters hiding it from discovery, possibly what the incense reacted to, but Natori cautions them to stay guarded anyways. He quickly spots a mirror with ink writing on it and tells them not to look at their reflections, as it’s enchanted, saying it’s probably the “something that curses you if you look at it.”

(chapter end)

[bestest-artists-bracket]

Merry Day-After-Christmas!

Yes, I was supposed to post this yesterday and was just too busy.

But here we go, the lineup for our newest bracket…

The Bestest Artist Bracket!!

If you see someone of interest here, please remember to come back and vote! The first round will be posted tomorrow, on Dec. 27.

Full lineup below the cut.

@tournament-announcer for visibility

Bestest Artists Bracket Round 1

Miles Morales (Spider-Man) vs Reedus Jonah (Fairy Tail)

Edgar Valden (Identity V) vs Usopp (One Piece)

Reese Kelly (Scarlet Hollow) vs Edward Spratt (Return of the Obra Dinn)

Sheo (Hollow Knight) vs Nikaro (Yumi and the Nightmare Painter)

Vera Misham (Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney) vs Lukai Hwei (League of Legends)

Viridian (Kaitou Joker) vs Nozaki Umetaro (Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun)

Rill Bismoitier (Black Clover) vs Fujino Ayumu (Look Back)

Yaguchi Yatora (Blue Period) vs Rapunzel (Tangled)

Ignatz Victor (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) vs Yuga (The Legend of Zelda: A Link Between Worlds)

Juane (Bug Fables) vs Hanekoma Sanae (The World Ends With You)

Sugaya Sosuke (Ansatsu Kyoshitsu) vs Mahiru Kouzuki (Jellyfish Can’t Swim in the Night)

Brassius (Pokémon Scarlet/Violet) vs Fleur (Dragalia Lost)

Leah (Stardew Valley) vs Rohan Kishibe (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Kitagawa Yusuke (Persona 5) vs Sai (Naruto)

Adeleine (Kirby) vs Shinonome Ena (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage)

Pizza (Chicory: A Colorful Tale) vs Shijima Mei (Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun)

[entertext]

HGSN 25-3

Chapter (Japanese)

(Please hit the green thumbs up at the end of the chapter on the Japanese site to show the mangaka support)

Rough translation by me

P1

Rie: I...don't know if that will happen

Rie: But, it might improve things a bit...using a wrong sized lid is better than not having a cover at all.

(sfx: tick tock tick tock)

Rie: However, it's not a solution to the fundamental issue...

Rie: And, it's not like there couldn't be other...

P2

Hikaru: I'm totally fine

Hikaru: I'm a monster after all, so something like this is... ...

Hikaru: ....*sniff*... ...

Hikaru: ...I hate this...*sniff*...why...

Hikaru: Uu...I don't wanna be alone

Hikaru: ...*sniff* ...why...

Hikaru: Uu...Uuu...Yoshiki...

Hikaru: Uu...

P3

(sfx: rain)

(sfx: page flip...)

Yoshiki: Anything's fine, I just need something that could be a hint...This one doesn't seem like it'll be useful

(book: Regional Folktales)

Yoshiki: So if I summarize where we've ended up...

(sfx: pencil click)

P4

(txt:

"Unuki-san" worship begins

↓

Becomes "Nounuki-sama"='Hikaru' worship

* Local religion originating from difficulty living

* God that grants wishes if heads are offered

* The offered head disappears, a replacement is made and memorialized in the "Hall"

* In order to separate and bury the sacrifice's body parts as far apart as possible, the village was split

↓

"Mass Death" Incident (1749)

* Brought about by the Indou family's ancestor

* Excessive wish→Wife's resurrection

* Afterwards the village became peaceful

* From then on, there is a custom where the Indou men use "Hichi-san" in a ritual on the mountain

)

Yoshiki: The sin of the Indou family was...that he sacrificed the villagers outside of the family to resurrect his wife

Yoshiki: As a result, the mass deaths occured.

Yoshiki: The truth of the mass deaths wasn't death by famine but bizarre deaths...

Yoshiki: With that, the villagers must have thought that Nounuki-sama had become a tatarigami

(Hikaru: Is being dead and being alive that different?)

P5

Yoshiki: ...

Yoshiki: The reason the village stablized afterwards is probably because the amount of impurities decreased, right?...

Yoshiki: But, it's strange

Yoshiki: While Nounuki-sama = 'Hikaru' is on the mountain, the impurities should gather on the mountain and the village should be fine. What was happening before the mass deaths?

Yoshiki: And another question is the part where

Yoshiki: up until the mass deaths, "even if you offered a head, nothing actually happened"

Yoshiki: Why was it only at the time of the mass deaths that a wish got granted?

P6

(sfx: office chair squeaks)

Yoshiki: *sighs*

Yoshiki: In the first place, we don't know why there's so many impurities in this area...

Yoshiki: If we don't know that, then in the end...

Hikaru: Yoshiki

Hikaru: I'll go back to the mountain haha

Yoshiki: Anything but that. No way.

(sfx: fwh-fwhump)

P7

(book: Rafanelli Art Collection)

Yoshiki: An artbook ...

(sfx: flip...)

Emanuele Rafanelli

Renaissance painter

Died 1520

Yoshiki: Beautiful art...

(title: Girl With Veil)

Yoshiki: And here's the pages with rough sketches?

(sfx: flip...)

Yoshiki: ...hm?

P8

Yoshiki: This is...

P9

Hikaru: ...*sniff*...

Hikaru: ........

Rie: 'Hikaru'-kun...

Rie: (I'm sure it hasn't even been a year since he came into this world)

Rie: (For a child like that, this is just too cruel...Just for a little while, maybe we could let things be...)

"That softness will invite greater misfortune..."

Rie: (I can't make him disappear, but...)

P10

Rie: (With 'Hikaru' as he is right now)

Rie: (I might be able to tear him from that body)

Rie: (If the alternative is making him suffer, then for Yoshiki's sake as well)

Rie: (It's better that I take full responsibility)

Rie: (and deal with 'Hikaru'-kun...)

==

Next chapter: in 3 weeks

Twitter Extra (link):

If he'd been a glutton

Hikaru: I don't wanna be alone...

==

The other legible book titles on Dad's bookshelf:

* History of War

* How to Interact with Children~Recommendations for the Rebellious Age~

* Ecosystems of the Countryside

* How to Write Mystery

* How to Write Suspense

[destinationsorrows]

Masterlist+Request info+About me

Masterlist;

I don't have anything written just yet

Request Information;

When requesting, request a scenario or something of the sort. I am severely uncreative (lie)

No NSFW: 🌑

NSFW allowed: 🌕

Same Gender only: 🌈

Platonic Only: 🫧

Fandoms/Characters I write for,

Omori:

Omori, 🫧

Sunny, 🌑

Aubrey, 🌑

Kel, 🌑

Hero, 🌑

Mari, 🌑

Sweetheart, 🌕

Space boyfriend, 🌕

Omoriboy, 🌕

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun:

Amane Yugi/Hanako, 🌑

Tsukasa Yugi, 🌑

Nene Yashiro, 🌑

Kou Minamoto, 🌑

Teru Minamoto, 🌕

Aoi Akane, 🌑

Akane Aoi, 🌑

Sakura Nanamine, 🌕

Natsuhiko Hyūga, 🌑

Mitsuba Sousuke, 🌑

Tsuchigomori, 🌕

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher, (🌕 Aged up only)

Ashley Campbell, (🌕 Aged up only)

Larry Johnson, (🌕 Aged up only)

Todd Morrison, 🌈(🌕 Aged up only)

Travis Phelps, 🌈 (🌕 Aged up only)

Ghost Eyes (Webtoon):

Tobias Schneien, 🌑

Mattias Schneien, 🌑

Rudolph Richardson, 🌑

Emilio Murkmere, 🌑

Carmelo DeMonte, 🌑🌈

Will write any other characters if requested, I love you Ghost Eyes fandom

Creepypasta/Marble hornets/Other:

Ben Drowned, 🌑🫧

Jeff the killer, 🌑

Jane the killer, 🌕

Ticci Toby, 🌕 (Hes 19)

Tim Wright/Masky, 🌕

Brian Thomas/Hoodie, 🌕

Eyeless Jack, 🌕

Slenderman, 🌕

Nina the Killer, 🌑

Bloody Painter, 🌕

And tons more, too many to put down just request and I'll write it

Bungo Stray Dogs:

Osamu Dazai, 🌕

Chūya Nakahara, 🌕

Atsushi Nakajima, 🌕

Akiko Yosano, 🌕

Doppo Kunikida, 🌕

Jun'ichirō Tanazaki, 🌕

Kenji Miyazawa, 🌑

Kyōka Izumi, 🌑

Ranpo Edogawa,🌕

Naomi Tanazaki,🌑

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa,🌑

Ichyō Higuchi, 🌕

Gin Akutagawa, 🌑

Kyūsaku Yumeno, 🌑🫧

Motojirō Kajii, 🌕

Sakunosuke Oda, 🌕

Ango Sakaguchi, 🌕

Edgar Allan Poe, 🌕

Lucy Montgomery, 🌕

Fyodor Dostoevsky, 🌕

Bram Stoker, 🌕

Nikolai Gogol, 🌕

Sigma, 🌕?

Saigiku Jūno, 🌕

Tetchō Suehiro, 🌕

Scott Pilgrim (Movie, Comics, and Show):

Wallace Wells, 🌕🌈

Scott Pilgrim, 🌕

Ramona Flowers,🌕

Knives Chau,🌑

Envy Adams,🌕

Kim Pines,🌕

Matthew Patel,🌕

Gideon Graves,🌕

Young Neil!!,🌕

Stephan Stills,🌕

Soul Eater:

Black☆Star, 🌑

Maka Albarn,🌑

Franken Stein ,🌕

Death The Kid,🌑

Crona Gorgon,🌑

Soul Eater Evans,🌑

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa,🌑

What I will write,

Angst, Fluff, NSFW (Includes Gøre), Yandere, Comfort, AUs, anything that isnt in Wont Write.

What I won't write,

Inc3st, p3døphilia, basically anything weird and gross, anything sexual for characters under 18 (If i have to age them up then dont request it unless its Sfw)

About Me!!

Hi my name is Mercy! My birthday is April 1st and I'm currently 15 years old.

I enjoy alot of different fandoms and I really love art and music. If you want to be friends just ask, dms are open to anyone and everyone!!! And don't be shy to request anything, i don't bite! :3

Art Instagram is Mewre44, if you want me to draw anything just dm it's free since my art kinda sucks currently.

Thats it!! Feel free to dm or request!!!! Bye!

[blackboard-monitor]

book review: kirjeitä tove janssonilta [letters from tove] by boel westin & helen svensson (eds.)

Tove Jansson (1914-2001), for the uninitiated was a Finnish painter, author and illustrator, best known as the creator of the Moomins. She had an illustrious 70-year career, publishing her first works at 14 and last at 84.

Kirjeitä Tove Janssonilta (Brev från Tove Jansson in the original Swedish) is a collection of letters written by Tove throughout her life, spanning from the early 1930s all the way to the late 1980s. These letters form a sort of biography, recounting the various stages of Jansson's life, both personal and professional. She writes to her parents, her close friends, her various (male and female) lovers, and her publisher turned friend. She describes her travels, her art and the work of creating it, her love affairs, the Second World War, her summers in the Pellinki archipelago on the Southern coast of Finland, and the growing popularity of the Moomin franchise.

I currently work at the Moomin Museum, and I picked this book up at work to learn more about Jansson's life and to pass the time when it's slow. I read bits and pieces over the course of several months, looking for spots in the dimly-lit museum where there's enough light to read. And I enjoyed it very much, which is why I'm writing a book review for the first time in years.

I already knew the broad strokes of Tove Jansson's life, but the letters, written in her own voice, helped me get to know her as a complex, three-dimensional human being. Some things made me like her less and some things were deeply relatable, but having read the whole thing, I feel I know who Jansson was as a person and not just as a public figure. Her wartime letters were also a great insight into how life went on even as bombs were falling and her brother and boyfriend at the time were at the front.

The most enjoyable part of Tove's letters was not that they were interesting and informative historical documents, but the way she often managed to describe what felt like universally relatable human experiences in such an apt way. Here's a couple memorable exerpts (English translation by me):

"Ja silti – loma on kuin kevät; kaivattu ja ihana, mutta aina liian lyhyt, ilon alla aina niin äärimmäisen melankolinen." [And yet – vacation is like the spring; longed-for and wonderful, but always too short, underneath the joy always so extremely melancholy.]

“Ehkä voisin lähteä Klovharulle yksin kun kaikki on ohi ja kaikki ovat matkustaneet...? Mutten kerro sitä kenellekään, he vain huolestuisivat miten pärjään yksin. Kuka huolestuu siitä miten minä pärjään seurassa!?” [Maybe I could go to Klovharu by myself when everything is over and everyone has travelled...? But I won't tell anyone, they would only worry about how I'll manage by myself. Who will worry about how I'll manage in company!?]

The introduction to each section of letters by the two editors are fairly informative but not that in-depth, so I don't know that I would recommend this book for someone with no prior knowledge of Tove Jansson or her work (for that I suggest Boel Westin's Tove Jansson. Life, Art, Words), but for anyone with a passing knowledge who is looking for a more nuanced understanding of Tove's life and relationships, this collection of letters is a must-read.

Rating: 9/10

[mako-neexu]

A/N: woke up earlier to a DA VINCI CE THIS SEPTEMBER AND DUG THROUGH MY HELL HOLE OF TUMBLR DRAFTS JUST TO FINISH THIS SINCE I MADE THIS DURING PAPERMOON BUT I NEVER GOT TO FINISH. I LOVE YOU DA VINCI 

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growth | gudao and someone precious to him (its not tagged as ship but it could be interpreted that way too. either way is fine.)

He wakes up in a familiar room.  A room he knew well and frequently visited back in those days of peace.

Ritsuka blinks a few times to see if his surroundings were real. But the ground he stood on and the inventions and objects before him seemed to be as real as it gets.

Of course, it was merely a dream, but seeing it once more tugged at his heartstrings more than he could have imagined.

He smiles.

A soft laugh catches his attention, “Why are you smiling Fujimaru-kun?”

He turns to the source, and could not help but rub the back of his neck and laugh as well, “Well, I was just remembering how I completely spilled an energy drink on my bed when Fou tried to settle on my lap last time. Because I got lazy in changing the sheets, I slept with the stain on, which caused everyone to get mad me. Well, not all- but y’know...”

Da Vinci clicks her tongue, setting her cup of steaming coffee on the side. “Even now, you still have that bad habit of bringing drinks near your bed.”

He approached her while she picked up a small ornithopter, caressing its tail with eyes holding some affection... and nostalgia. “I guess so, Da Vinci-chan.”

Ritsuka swallows. His eyes catching sight of the floor before biting his lower lip, and sighed, “How...How are you, by the way?”

His heart was loud in his ears. Each thump was as if something clogged his throat.

Damn. Why is he feeling this way now? 

Her amused scoff was mixed with feigned hurt relieved him more than he could admit, “Same old, same old~ At least my back no longer hurts from hunching over my inventions back in those days. Now, I just have to worry about my back getting hurt from how beautiful my form is!” 

And her smile was wide, ever so similar to the Mona Lisa the painter created, yet so different that she had a charm separate from that artwork alone.

...He missed her.

“Anyways," She gave a dismissing wave before making her way towards him. "I like your mystic code! Did she make it for you?"

Da Vinci leaned close to observe the matching uniform he had with Kadoc. Well, almost. The theme was similar anyways. 

Though it was made only within a week, the care put into it was obvious from the way there were some parts that were hand embroidered, along with hidden pockets strategically put so no obvious lump could be seen.

Besides that, Ritsuka knew what caught Da Vinci's attention the most was Chaldea's symbol attached at the center of his chest.

Ritsuka laughed a little, rubbing his nape once more, "Mini-you and Miss Crane really packed every spell here. Habenyan proposed a sketch of the design. Not to mention, the self-defense mechanisms they put if I were out cold and unable to fight. Haha..."

That soft, proud smile of hers made his heart ache terribly.

Da Vinci was beautiful and confident just like always.

She laughed, throwing her head back in pride, "Fufu! We inventors and artists want nothing but the best for our creations and users!" 

As she reached towards his shoulders to brush the nonexistent lint off, he noticed how there was someone sitting on one of the tables and chairs behind Da Vinci, but he couldn't see who it was.

Their surroundings outside of Da Vinci was blurry, though he clearly recognized it as the old workshop from Chaldea, it was as if the space itself was doing its best to hold up.

"And would you look at that! You're seriously taller than me now! Unforgivingly handsome too! What the heck!?"

Her expression of gawking made him laugh.

"It's called a growth spurt, Da Vinci-chan." He rolled his eyes in half jest, his bangs falling over to one of his eyes. The inventor smiled brushing it behind his ear, but then-

She flicked his nose, which caused him to squawk in surprise, “Even though you’ve matured, you’re still the dork that loves giant mecha and sweets in the morning.”

“So is one of those the things you’re going to give me?” Ritsuka quirked one side of his lip. Even if he was trying to play it cool, deep down, he was a little embarrassed knowing she still remembered that he always snuck in some extra sweets from Emiya’s kitchen in his pocket. He doesn’t do it anymore, but the fact that she still remembered both made him happy yet flustered.

Da Vinci crossed her arms, “What, you caught up on that? Also, nope, it’s none of those! Why don’t you try and guess?” 

With a smirk, he thought long and hard for a moment... actually, a little too long, but then she gave up, “Fine, fine- now, come over here.”

“Wha-”

There was a tug on his sleeves, which caused the Master to stumble forward a little but nevertheless regained his balance.

Something warm pressed against his forehead. Arms wrapped around his frame which dwarfed her own.

.

Ritsuka then realized what it is.

.

“...It’s been tough, huh?” Her quiet voice made it difficult to look at her in the eyes when she pulled away.

All he could manage was a nod.

Her sigh combined with her soothing caresses on his back made him swallow, his chest felt so heavy, a pang was starting to make itself known, “We don’t know when the ‘end’ is but I’m sure there is one. I know there is one. But whether you choose to run away or fight is up to you. No one will begrudge you if you choose the former. What we only want is for you to be happy, Ritsuka.”

That lump in his chest only grew.

A Da Vinci slowly pulled away, she tried to smile, only to have it come out sadly.

“Still, it only felt like yesterday that we were just the same height. You’d also come to my workshop late at night for advice, on how to deal with some Servants you weren’t sure how to talk to.”

...Those times made the young man smile over the bittersweet nostalgia of sharing tea, sitting on a stool while she leaned against the counter and hummed. It may have been artificial, but the golden light that sometimes bathed Da Vinci’s workshop always gave the area a warm reception to anyone who entered.

Aside from the Doctor’s room, the place felt so close like home. Especially when it was decorated and truly loved like a workshop from Italy.

“I remember devising a lot of your mystic codes as well, young man.” Opening her glasses and pushing it up to the bridge of her nose, she glanced into the direction of a certain wooden table holding countless sheets of rough drafts and sketches. “If I could, I’d have included the information and gave it to my successor... but, ah well, sorry for the time constraints! If I knew about what would happen sooner, I’d have packed the info as well to the Border~★“

Her signature wink has Ritsuka chuckling softly, “You’d constantly ask me for feedback on it too. Especially for the Atlas uniform’s spells.”

Those times had been fun. Wearing her inventions, testing them out, and even if it had flaws, the bugs were minor, otherwise...

“But, you know...” Ritsuka paused, now glancing at his gloved hand bearing the command spells, his arm covered in a new mystic code developed by his friends. He can’t deny that he was always happy to receive one every now and then from them, and yet...

His soft blue eyes met the inventor’s own.

“...No one can beat your mystic codes, Da Vinci.”

He appreciated the current ones, but the old mystic codes he had, using uniforms from mage schools and awesome suits, were still the best for any and every situation he came across.

“You’re going to say they’re old and full of creases by now, but you made them, you know? Everything you gave to me, I’ve made sure they’re still taken care of to this day. Because even now, they’ve never failed to protect me from harm.”

...The love she poured into each and all of her inventions were something he’s experienced himself. From her more serious projects to the more silly ones... she wasn’t one to hold back.

Because that is who Leonardo Da Vinci is, one of the people who’s helped him at the beginning, even when he was just... some guy who’s secretly a little scared and confused from all that’s happening.

To the side, he sees her swallow, her expression unreadable behind the glint of her glasses. Even if couldn’t see, he as some sort of inkling. He just hoped he didn’t hurt her feelings accidentally...But the rustle of clothing is what catches his attention, she moves before him, raising her hand to cup his cheek.

Behind the silver frames of her glasses lies the beautiful yet hopeful gaze of the Mona Lisa, Leonardo’s smile ever beautiful like her soul.

“I’m glad. I’m really...glad.” She said, voice almost a whisper, as if something fragile would shatter if it was any louder, “If those could still protect you for a little while longer-help you for as long as you’re still on this journey-then I couldn’t be anymore happier.”

Breath caught on his throat, his gaze lowers while he tries to match her happy smile.

“It truly is a little surreal,” The inventor quietly laughed, strangely soft, “You’re all grown up now. Even for a heart wrenching moment like this... you’re not crying anymore.”

Fujimaru slowly hugged her, feeling her warmth, smelling like home. Back at the observatory atop a snowy mountain. Back to those times where it was just the four of them enjoying a quiet moment beneath an orange kotatsu.

“You smiled at that time, right?” She smiled even as blood red spilled past her lips, even as gold began to gather at her feet, her determination to protect him and Mash had never wavered for even a second. From the beginning, down to her last moments, he always saw a smile.

What Da Vinci deserved wasn’t partings of sadness, rather, a round of applause for someone as great as her. A certain someone would agree with his words.

Tears... He felt that it didn’t suit the occasion. For this warm, happy dream where he was able to meet her again and share another moment with one of people he’s cherished the most. Whether this was real or not, he was going to be honest before her no matter what.

And like the genius that she is, she was quick to notice his implications, the words unsaid between the both of them.

Returning his hug, Da Vinci’s laughter was a little muffled, dwarfed as she is in the hold. And before Ritsuka closed his eyes, knowing that the end of the dream was near, he’d smiled into a certain someone’s direction, seeing now the unmistakable green and white accents of the clothing the man wore.

And just like the times they all said goodbye, Ritsuka was happy to see their smiles once more.

[artisticmesses]

Selfshiptober Day 1: Confession | Night

summary: Arata catches up with Mikoto after he gets out of work, the rain that comes after encourages Arata to say what he really feels.

word count: 914 words, 5,126 characters

a/n: this fic was based off of the prompt list by @/sennamybeloved! you can check out the prompt list here. also i promised @mukuberry fluff so…

”Hey, Mii-kun, wait up!” Arata would run after him, panting heavily as the painter didn’t go outside much and was carrying bags of freshly bought paint.

“Oh! Ara-kun, hey! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Mikoto smiled, turning around to face Arata and waving to him.

Arata would smile back, rushing towards Mikoto’s side, panting slightly. Arata was never the sporty type like Mikoto. He didn’t go on runs or work out on a daily basis since he was busy painting more of the time.

“Although,” Arata thought to himself, “I don’t mind spending more time with Mikoto is never a bad thing to me.”

”Ah, did you just come back from shopping? Is it more art supplies? What are you painting?” Mikoto would tilt his head like a dog looking for a treat.

“Heh, yeah. It’s fresh watercolor paints since I’m trying a new technique. Maybe…” He’d look at Mikoto with his blue eyes, “Maybe I’ll paint something cute. Like you.”

"Ehh? Like me?" Mikoto would blush slightly, scratching his cheek slightly with his free hand. "You think I'm cute?"

Arata would stare at Mikoto for a moment. He didn't mean to say that allowed. It was a simple slip, that's all. Yeah, he can just say it was a slip. Just a thing he thought sub-consciously. That Arata thought Mikoto was cute. No, not just cute. Handsome. Enthralling, even. But he could never say that to him. Not now. Not ever.

"..Yeah, but you know... I-It's nothing. I just think you're cute, that's all." Arata would chuckle awkwardly, fumbling with his hands.

"Oh! Well... It's just, you've said that to me before." Mikoto would make eye contact with Arata. "That it's nothing."

"...I- I do?" Arata would shiver slightly, nervously smiling. Mikoto can't find out. Not now. Not here.

Before Arata could answer, a droplet of rain hit the top of his head. The two men looked up at the sky, the grey clouds joining together and beginning to soak the two. Mikoto would quickly pull out a umbrella, grabbing Arata's hand and pulling him close. Very close.

"Ah, sorry about this, Ara-kun. I just didn't want you to get soaked." Mikoto would chuckle, noticing Arata's grip getting tighter.

"...It's okay. Just... don't let my hand go, okay, Mikoto?" Arata would look up at Mikoto with pleading eyes.

Mikoto would look surprised for a moment, before nodding silently. The two would walk for a couple of blocks, conversations ending as quickly as they started. Their hands were still clasped together tightly, as per Arata’s request. Soon enough, they got to the entrance of Mikoto’s apartment complex.

“Ah… This is my apartment.” Mikoto would look over at Arata with the same smile plastered on his face. “Do you want to come inside?”

“…Mikoto, can I tell you something?” Arata would ask in a shaky voice.

“Oh, of course! I’m here for you, Ara-kun.” Mikoto would turn to face Arata, “Whatever you need.”

Arata would take a deep breath, shaking slightly as he began to speak.

“Mikoto, we’ve known each other for a while… I know can trust you. I know a lot about you, actually.” Arata would look away for a brief moment.

“What I’m trying to say is that… I really like you, Mikoto. I want to be with you… but, not as just friends. I want… more. I love you.” Arata would squeeze Mikoto’s hand tightly.

“…Arata.” Makoto would say softly, a light blush dusting his face and his mouth agape.

Arata could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, preparing to drip down like a pouring rain. There was no chance they could ever go back to normal after this. What would even be the possibility of Mikoto liking him? He doesn’t even like guys. He may not even like Arata anymore. He might just be a freak to Mikoto now.

“Arata! Hey, what’s wrong?” Mikoto would speak in a soft voice. He’d put his hand on the painter’s tear-stained cheek and rubbed it softly.

“I u-understand… if you d-don’t want to be f-friends anymore. If you want.. To get away f-from me.. And if I’m gross to you.” Arata attempted to speak through his tears, his words coming in between gasps and sobs.

“Ara-kun, I love you too.”

“…What?” Arata would stare into Mikoto’s greyish blue eyes.

"Can I show you what I mean?” Mikoto would say, blushing slightly and tearing up.

“…Yes, yes, please. Please, Mii-kun, I’m begging you-“

Arata’s words would get cut off as the ombré-haired man pressed his lips onto the brunette’s. Arata would drop the bags of paint as he wrapped his arms around Mikoto. Mikoto would the same, dropping his umbrella, allowing the two to get soaked by the rain. For a moment, it was if the two were in their own world where it was just the two of them. They didn’t have to worry about the rain or work, they just had each other. Only each other.

Eventually, the two would pull away for air.

"...Thank you, Mikoto. Thank you so much." Arata would smile at Mikoto.

Mikoto would smile back at Arata. "You're welcome, Ara-kun..."

"Should we head inside before we get more soaked?" Arata would chuckle slightly, picking up the bags of paint.

"Yeah, we should." Mikoto would put up the umbrella, holding out his free hand for Arata to hold.

Arata would grab Mikoto's hand tightly, intertwining their fingers as they entered the building together.

Finally together.

[crtter]

Hi Telly! I think I remember hearing that Iyami graduated from a school of the arts and technically could be a painter or something from you and I want to double check if that's true or not.

It is! Well, it was a piece of trivia about him given in an 80s Osomatsu-kun artbook or production book. However, while Osomatsu-kun never followed a strict canon and operated on a “looney tunes” continuity, the 80s animated version’s canon differs a considerable amount from the manga and the 60s animated series in some ways (which is the reason why Fujio Akatsuka himself reportedly didn’t care much for it) so it might be a good idea to keep this in mind when it comes to 80s -kun only exclusive information.

But yeah, this book apparently reports that Iyami majored in art and wants to be a painter and that’s one of the reasons why he’s so obsessed with going to France. He wants to visit the museums!

Another interesting tidbit about Iyami found in this same book is that, as per 80s -kun, Iyami claims to be 22 years old. Other characters know he’s lying but they don’t know his actual age. The manga gave his age pretty consistently as 36 years old, though, so he has the habit of subtracting a whooping 14 years off his actual age! So vain.

[shigiooo]

AU where yukata and painter-kun are kids

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🌿 I'm 18 but don't be too frisky cuz I bite >:3c

🍃 He/They pronouns!!

🍀 I'm a Diasomnia student, and no I will not help ya hook up with MalMal-kun

🌿 Besties with Lili-chan (best vice-housewarden 💚), Caycay-chan and Krissy-chan!!

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🍀 Arts and Crafts Club president, I paid for most stuff in there anyway LMFAOOO

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Adeleine’s art

Mei is a painter and drawer, no examples of her art could be found.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Portrait of a Gentleman 

Portrait of a Gentleman 

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Clavis x MC

Part of One suitor One prompt challenge hosted by @violettduchess

Prompt: Water

Tag: Established relationship Introspective Insecurity Reassurance Kiss Fluff

Word Count  1918

Author’s Note: The uniform referred in the story are these.

A portrait may hide more things than one can imagine, a certain prince knows it well as he gazed intensely at it reflecting upon his brothers' talents and his lack of thereof, finding his worth only through the help of a girl who changed his world upside down with the mighty spell of love. 🥰

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The sun was shining through the windows casting its light on the vivid colors of the painting glimmering under its rays, suffusing the whole room in warm hues of yellow and orange except for a corner of shadow, hiding a peculiar visitor whose eyes were locked to the portrait hanged on the wall, his step slow, measured, as he approached it feeling their gazes staring at him. 

They were his brothers, all of them related to him by blood … and yet the more he spent time with them all the more he felt like an outsider they looked down at with a benevolent, if not slightly complacent, attitude for his odd antics, to judge, to chastise, to punish, to order around but not even one to understand him. 

He caressed them one by one, a glowing constellation of stars shining with talent as he stood on the side yearning to shine, waiting for the right time that never seems to arrive for him, seeing all their accomplishment bragged out and about in all the palace, sometimes reaching even behind the castle walls spreading all through the Kingdom as he gazed from the backscene hidden from the view, engulfed in the darkness, destined to the role of a secondary character, his servant and nothing more destined to live in his shadow as he shone bright in the world, waiting to be conquered at his hand and molded at his liking, making his blood boil at the injustice of it all, he was no less than him … then why he was always treated as such ? 

Mayhap he hated to admit but it was true, even though a part of himself refuse to believe so as he stared defiantly at him, gazing down at him, belittling him even from the painting,hate welled in his chest, for himself, for him, for every time he was looked from head to toe from someone, forcing to believe in his own value despite what everyone said, worthy in no one's eyes included his own.

 A longing gaze in his eyes his fingers brushed on his figure standing tall and proud next to Chevalier, smiling as ever but he could see clear as day the fakeness of it, how he hated that moment a self deprecative chuckle escaped his lips as he recalled the shrilling voice of the painter, who constantly told him to keep quiet to avoid making laugh all his brothers, but him staring down at him with his cold piercing eyes, disdain in his gaze at his antics impatient to waste time in such useless way. 

They were his brothers, a glowing constellation he did not feel part of.

Leon bigger than life, shining like the sun at the center of the crowd ready to accept and listen to everyone, a leader for them all, his smile so bewitching to befriend and conquer the most aloof and distant among the nobles, convincing effortlessly even the most sceptical person of the Kingdom, radiating warmth in stark contrast with

Chevalier haughty and proud as he looked down at everyone like the moon, far away and detached, his cold gaze harbor of justice to do what was best for the Kingdom, a true born genius praised and feared alike among the palace and the townsfolk, almighty and ever powerful destined to never see a defeat in every matter he decided to put his mind on. 

Jin a wistful gaze in his eyes as he stared at the painter, catching a glimpse of the deep distress in Luke’s eyes as he angrily loosened the collar of his shirt, not bothering to hide his ever hate for formal clothes, a light smile accommodating and polite curling his lips, impartial and fair in treating with everyone, his expression talked of pain and duty he took upon himself to keep his little brothers safe, doing his best to avoid any fight, master at de escalate any situation he was involved in with a wisdom beyond his age, covered by a mask he crafted to put a lid on his feelings focused entirely on his Kingdom.

Luke smiling as ever unaware of the darkness of the world, or so he thought, but he could see how devoid of emotions it was, a glimpse of discomfort in his green eyes as he stared listless at the painter not caring to seem interested in what he was not, his adaptability skills would have made him a great leader if he ever was interested in becoming it that is, but he wasn't, his indifference showed even through his official clothes he wore like an armor, a cage he broke free as soon as the painter proclaimed a break, swift to switch in his more comfortable clothes and to escape away from the palace until late at night.

Nokto and Licht two peas in a pod doing their best to smile yet he could see how empty and forceful it was, staring at the painter without really seeing him, similarities easiest to be noticed than the differences they did everything to underline to a world who decided to judge them since birth as nothing but an issue for the Kingdom they did their best to protect, the good instinct of Licht lead him to save and protect his people all the while pushing them away from the source of bad luck he believed to be, isolating from any crowd while Nokto embraced it, using everyone for his goals, negotiating his way through the palace gaining friends and enemies alike but doing it all to make his country prosper.

Yves looking as much uncomfortable as the twins but hiding it, a creature of perfection showed through every last detail of his shining clothes, standing still like a statue imposing his right to be there like everyone else, staring almost definitely at the painter daring him to tell otherwise, thing he was long accustomed to deal with.

A dry chuckle escaped his lips as his fingers lingered on his reflection looking back at him derisively, mocking all he ever was, all he pretended to be, something else than a sore loser, a mediocre fool with no talents, unlike his brothers everyone excelling in something he could not contemplate to be even remotely good enough at.

The not special prince of Rhodolite Clavis Lelouch nothing more than a troublesome hellcat no one feel the need for, the ever be servant of Chevalier overshadowed by him every step he take, his inventiveness brushed aside as craziness and maybe it was but not for him.

He brushed his digit on his face, his amber eyes shining with pride for a trap he had finished building, a low chuckle erupted from his chest before he could stop it, the screams of the waiter who ended up covered in floor and feathers made up for all the boredom he get that day alike the anger flashing in the butler’s eyes as he slip on the way too smooth floor of the hall.

His smile graced his face but he could see how tight he was, standing among his brothers and next to him, in his shadow in the painting like he was all in all his life, souring all the fun he had thereafter with his traps as the memory resurfaced in his mind.

It was the breaking of dawn and he was already up taking care of his uniform, the rays of the sun shining on the golden embroidery and buttons he spent so much time polishing one by one, it looked wonderful on him he straightened his posture as his heart swelled with pride for once he saw a King staring back at him from the mirror, but it lasted only a second, a blink and it was gone like the fleeting wishful dreams of a lunatic carried over by the wind away from him, destined to yearn for a thing he never was made to dream of.

It was when he saw him in the throne room that his heart sank heavy in his chest, he swallowed his wounded pride, masking his distress with a smile even if forceful, not in all the world he would have given him the satisfaction to see him crumbling in front of him to see his weakness in plain sight even though he already know of that shameful side of him way too much for his liking.

He looked radiating in his impeccable uniform walking tall and proud in the place he was destined to take on the throne, stopping only to sit in the armchair brought there for the occasion, a glimpse of hope flickered in his heart as a delicate sultry voice whispered in his ear that the game was far from over and there was plenty of time to overturn the cards, he only had to work harder to beat him, like he had all his life, craving to be noticed just once, to see his values recognised despite all he thought of himself, to feel, be even for once in all his life, to be special for someone and loved more than anyone else, to win his place in someone heart despite all his flaws, to be seen through his mask and accepted with everything he was and could not change.

He did not know he was crying until he felt something wet soak the upper hem of his shirt, he lashed his fingers away scared to taint that painting indelibly with the proof of his weakness, swift to slide his trembling fingers on his cheeks rushing in drying his tears, a look of terror glimmered in his misty eyes as he heard the door opening his heart clamoring loudly  in his chest in time with the soft yet heavy footsteps approaching him, nearer at each passing minute … he closed his eyes managing to keep at bay his emotions, reopening them only when a pair of arms circled around him closing on his back.

That contact, strangely so, moved him even more as a single lonely tear rolled slowly on his cheeks, he was to dry it off when he was caught off guard by her, her smile radiating acceptance and love as she looked at him melting her lips slowly on his. 

It was far from being the first time they kissed and yet that time felt more intimate as kissed her with all his passion, reluctantly pulling away only to melt his lips over hers again and again until they were breathless, overwhelmed by his love he leaned his forehead to hers taking her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing softly over her cheeks, looking straight into her eyes, his voice husky and needy as he murmured few inches from her lips.

“I love you so much, my little rabbit.” 

Her smile shining with the smoldering warmth of thousand suns melting his heat completely, making of him but a pup ready to obey her every order 

“I love you too, my leopard.” he kissed her once more feeling her fingers grip his shirt enough to steady herself amidst the untamable passion enrapturing them both in its spires staying like this enveloped in their own little world until noon, when he decided to bring her to his room ready to shower her in all the affection he held deep in his heart for her alone, with only the aster as audience for their peculiar spectacle enriched by the spell of the almighty power of love.