#same with that dark choco drawing i did the other day

[peppermintstarsonamintyway]

I uneldered Elder Faerie Cookie :D

I'd like to think back when things were just starting out with the virtues and him, he was named Moonflower before becoming, well, Elder Faerie- anyway here he is

not so elder Elder Faerie, or otherwise Moonflower as I'm gonna call him :>

enjoy elder faerie nation you get to see your boy at like maybe confused teen to young adult stage i dunno

tags for some moots I figure might wanna see it: @xaytheloser @undeadvinyls @snail-noodle @onesacrificiallamb

and for anyone who may want to turn him into a sticker and smack him onto an item-

here's the bordered version, you can now turn him into a sticker, if you can figure out how to do it (i have no clue how to do it myself good luck)

[quibbs126]

…Okay, you may end up seeing these drawings yet again on a later date

I finished the page, which was small at 500x500 px, but I wanted to make the page bigger. I did that, and I drew one new thing, but now I don’t know what else to draw on there. So for now, I figured I might as well post the original full page right now

Yeah, sorry for the laziness

This is the other sketch I finished on there, for those curious

Anyways, so yeah, this new style practice I’m trying

The original page I tried these out on is this, which also isn’t full, but I thought trying it out with actual characters instead of just random poses and shapes would be better, so I switched over to Cookie Run characters

The method is still a work in progress when it comes to all the shapes and the red sketch layer

I suppose what I should do now is try drawing a bunch of different Cookies that have different body shapes, so that I have practice with that. As well as maybe attempt some full body ones

I suppose you can suggest some if you want, considering I don’t know who to draw other than like, Hollyberry or Avocado, since I should try drawing large but not buff characters here. But I should also probably draw more skinny, and also chubby

But on to what I actually drew

So I already talked about Peach Blossom and the top Dark Choco drawing prior, so no real need to elaborate

The Dark Choco and Dark Cacao one was me drawing them in their younger forms to see how they compare. Not for any sort of study thing, but just in a symbolic sort of way. Since they’re so similar looking

I think I had a lot more fun with Choco, especially his hair. I remember Cacao being mostly annoying for his weird cloak thing that I don’t understand

The hand pose was ass though. I knew the general idea of what I wanted, that being them with their hands over their swords, but I was struggling to figure out how to draw the hands. Not to mention I had to change the pose from the red sketch because the swords were further down than I put them. I still don’t think I did the pose exactly correct, but screw it, it’s good enough

I’m also noticing that Choco looks way lighter in skin tone compared to Cacao. Like yeah, I know he’s normally slightly lighter, but it’s far more noticeable here. I’m pretty sure it’s because I used Dark Choco’s ToA colors here (bc they work better with my black lineart), which are slightly lighter, as well as just that Dark Choco is wearing much lighter colors while Dark Cacao’s are relatively darker. So maybe it just makes them contrast more

I liked drawing them, but I also did basically do the same body type 3 in a row, so I should probably draw different characters

Anyways, let’s talk about that extra sketch

So for those who likely don’t remember, that there is an OC of mine called Prickly Pear Cookie

I made her entirely on a whim one day, and she doesn’t really have any character or story, just vibes, but I really like her design and wanted to draw it again

I probably should give her some sort of bra though. The shirtless chest looks cool but in my opinion sounds really uncomfortable without at least that

I did originally draw her with the green skin, but it looked weird so I shifted it to more of a yellow so it looks more human

Honestly I really like how she turned out

But yeah, I think that’s about it for now. Just wanted to show this

[creatively-cosmic]

dare i say that i love your art? I love it and im eating it up…

berserk cacao is so cool and just so sad and just so petrified :((( my poor baby i just wanna hols him in my arms or sit in his big hand and rub his face to let him know everything is going to be okay

i’m sorry i just like babying enormous creatures or killing machines. Or both.

also wondering if you’ve ever drawn young prince choco before?? If not, you should!! he’s really fun to do! and if so, do you have any photos?

(sorry for the long ask!)

ahh thank you so much!! im glad youve been enjoying it!

the big guys def been fun to think on and draw. and god i understand the sentiment i used to be exactly the same way with werewolf cookie LMAO you dont need to apologize (ill just find it a little funny bc this cacao is a 60 year old father. if anything he'd baby you)

as for the young prince... a few times, but not anything recent. we were way more into the cr franchise a while back which is when we did these

(+ a storybook thing we did on an old discontinued ask blog)

also hii under the cut just so this doesn't get too long, but i saw your tags under another post n wanted to clarify that yes its dark choco in front of cacao in our latest art! a. LOT of our designs of anyone from any media ever have a lot of discrepancies from the base design. we like to personalize each one to really make it our own as often, the characters we post are introjects in our system (also why we don't often maintag posts. don't take this as us saying we're uncomfortable with people enjoying our drawings and the characters- we like seeing people's takes and thoughts! the guys in our head are much different than the characters they take after)

all this a roundabout way of saying Yeah we've always drawn dark choco with longer hair. this went up the other day but this is the full design of the fella from that post

[captainaikus]

Henlooo Belleeeeeee |ω･)ﾉ

I saw your reply on your other account (I hope you don't mind sending my reply here instead, tell me if it bothers you though! lol AND YESS OLIVER IS INDEED YOURS ;;) Thank you for asking how I've been doing lately <3 So far... It's honestly a mix of ( ; ω ; ) & (//▽//)

I'll elaborate the both of them separately

( ; ω ; )

We needed to have our OJT this semester at college (the reason being it's one of our requirements to finish)

I finished my Resume & portfolio for this during Christmas break so I can enjoy my holidays/new year better

I applied to one of my friend's companies and passed said requirements (a breath of relief for a moment)

It's been weeks now and I haven't received a single reply from any company to I've applied for an internship

I start to question myself "Oh no.. was my portfolio too bad? Was it the resume?!??" "Did I not pass the current standards inside the industry??" and the overthinking continues.

You know that one scene from the Blue Period where Yatora began to question his worth as an artist and slowly went spiraling into a dark void of emptiness?? (He once quit smoking and then he smokes again?) Yea... Minus the smoking part, I feel so--- ugh...

(//▽//)

This is going to sound cheesy but, it's actually seeing that you noticed my anonymous asks from your recent last event (the 2.2k Follower special! OMGAHHHHHH Congratulations Oliver Belle!!!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯). I was the one who asked the Rin's (Being proud of him, how to guide the virgin reader, and having a hard time sleeping!!) (*ﾉ∀`*) The number of times my face went ////////// I was really debating whether to show anon or not c-cuz I'm too timid and...thefactthatIaskednsfwthingssometimesmademescreamontheinsidecuzAAAAWTHDIDIJUST... B-BUT NEXT TIME I WILL SHOW MYSELF NOT ANON!! >:3 I like how it's soooo easy to navigate through your blog here whenever I want to read the previous asksss!!!

ONE OF MY FAVORITE ILLUSTRATORS NOTICED MY MESSAGE!!!! This just happened recently. Y-you see, I saw this video where he explains how a good portfolio works and mentioned "You need to go ask experts, heck, your favorite artists even. Ask them if your art is up to standards or if should you improve this part or nah. Just go and ask!" after being so downhearted since no company still replied to me yet, I've already expected that I'll get the same treatment from h-him. But REALITY said "SIKE!" and a notification from him crossed over to whatever I was looking at that time. What did I do? I SLAMMED MY PHONE TO THE COUCH IN DISBELIEF AND MY FACE-- COMPLETELY FLUSHEDDDDD I-I F-FUEEEEEE??????!?!?????? (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) OML A-AND HE SAID---

"Hello! I took a look at the link and you have more experience in working for others than me. I think that's one of the most important things that companies look at. Your art is already good (the colours are pleasant and the lighting is good, you are already familiar and knowledgeable with drawing basics so there's no worries about that!) so the thing that needs focus for portfolio will be the work experience and samples from that work experience ^^)

I CAN'T BELIEVE ITTTTT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I'M JUST FLABBERGASTED WHEN HE CONSIDERED MY ART AS GOOD (and he even finds my colouring pleasant too!!! ;;;;;;; (/▽＼*)｡o○♡) IT MEANT A LOOOOOOOTTTTT TO MEEE considering what I've experienced from the last couple of days ><

OMFG I GOT RIN IN BLUELOCK WORLD CHAMPION!! My hard work finally paid off ;;; I'm currently aiming to reach his bond points to level 20 so I could listen to his voice lines (Godbless u Ucchi uwu) and apply what I've studied through self-studying the language. So far, I've decoded little bits from the in-game conversations during training sessions. Assistant-chan (us in-game) is patient with Rin and helped him run through sessions. There was this time when Isagi mentioned something about Valentine's choco causing Rin to frown (the game surprisingly have a face model ready for it too). There was also a time when Rin is casually being Rin while Assistant-chan brushes them off or played along which I find entertaining~ I think the game would be releasing your man and Sae too (considering that Sae's icon could be seen in Club Icons)

That's just about it for mee >< Oh yea! About the tag list you'll be making (if u do)... would it be alright to be tagged to sfw, nsfw, and yandere?? :3

Also!! From that one reblog you just posted, I'm currently assuming that you discovered fanfics when you were around high school

Hi mon ange <3 idm you messaging on either pretty, I just dropped my discord on the other acc - so that moots can feel free to text me :) Oliver has been giving me brainrots when i'm learning something new - and cause of that ao3 would be witnessing me creating a fourth work *sigh* so happy to see him in the latest chapters cause i have been waiting patiently for 6 months n over v.v Honestly, i get the anxiety around OJTs - very relatable understanding with Yatora's dilemma too cause he was worried if he was gonna get into a prestigious art school but here's something i learnt - having a positive mind with confidence and faith in yourself can go a really long way. Cheer up you're gonna do fine! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა Aw, thank you for participating in the event! and I hope you had fun playing honestly, i feel some of people n anons are nervous or embarrassed to send in nsfw asks - so I'll have to make some more rules while - there is no slut or virgin shaming on my blog and honestly, I may have ventured on something myself that I am too embarrassed about monsterfucking so... yeah - ao3 is gonna witness an abomination of a fourth book cause of the thoughts i have in my head... mixed with blue lock characters... Congrats Mino! I agree with you on this one, creators are actually thrilled when ppl ask them to review their work or to take a look at it cause ik when I do that, i am stoked and i try to help with what can be improved or places that needs tending to And you got Rin! you're not gonna believe it but the first draft I had of yandere rin was the whole choco fiasco, but then I changed the story line n something even more weird is when I made ghostface! Rin, the trailer for scream chapter 5 came out! n omg Aiku is getting released- I- T^T i will try downloading it (ik i'm gonna abandon it soon cause i did the same with genshin n obey me) And ofc ! I'll add you to the taglist when I release new works on ao3 :> As for the assume game, yes! i did discover fanfics when I was 14 - 15 (was on a quest for knb when i found it) - i began using wattpad n then i shifted to tumblr then ao3 ao3 was confusing for me to use at first n as I got older

[sleepykinoo]

Good.

buckle up best bud❤️

Anyways I will part this thing into 3 parts: Power, Lore and Popularity in Media

1. Power

Here, you know the cookies powers like?

Licorice: Jit can control the fucking Ink/Licorice sea! And has slaves!

Dark Choco: He used to be a prince and learned so much about fighting and stuff!

Pome: Wow! Manipulative Mirror! Thats so cool! Can convince a whole entire town to do what she wants!

Strawberry crepe: Oh mah god they can build sick as robots!

Red velvet: has an army of doggos and is literally the son of Dark Enchantress!

Affogato: wow! Can hypnotize cookies!

And..

Poison Mushroom: .. Can give shrooms?

I understand its like- the shroomies are poisonous, but as we have seen in the story, specifically the Hollyberry kingdom, they put some shroomie essence in the food of Strawberry and Wizard. They drank it, and it only made them aggressive and well, really dizzy for a short period of time.

It may help but- if they actually, during the main battle, would sneak in and put shrooms in the food, I don't know, they would probably notice the short bright violet cookie walking around and trying to shred shroomies in the soup? I mean, everyone else in the gang has something special that they can do. Poison Mushroom.. Doesn't. I honestly don't know what they plan with the Shroomie man to do. Sometimes I wish Poison Mushroom would have powers that actually did something, obviously still keeping the shroomies. Like- a gun which literally shoots out essensce of the shroomies and the shroomies they are shooting are hybrids of other toxic mushrooms which can actually put one in a coma. Or anything else, really

I understand Shroomie man is a funni gag in the story, but they are useless in battle.

2. Lore

Poison Mushroom has their little lore in the story, aka used to be a "normal cookie" before eating a poisonous shroomie. And now, we just think for a moment.. Everyone else in the gang (other than Affo cause he is newer) has their lore. More detailed. I have a feeling that Crepe does have little lore too, but its not the point of them now. There are so many unanswered questions about Poison Mushroom, and it ticks me off.

When I thought about "normal cookie" I usually imagine a normal mushroom cookie. Like, you know, Common Mushroom? And I believe mushroom cookies have more common sense and know more about poisonous shroomies. So I don't just imagine Poison Mushroom eating a _very obviously poisonous_ shroomie just cause they found one.

So, they questions are:

1. Were they poisoned by someone?

2. How did Dark Enchantress find them, and why did they take exactly a shroomie that just makes drugs? Couldn't she just get a really toxic shroomie cookie?

3. What can Poison Mushroom actually do? Are they forced to do something they cannot? Hence there are no true healers in the gang.

May these questions be answered one day.

3. Popularity

Poison Mushroom isn't really... The most popular cookie in media, perse. They are probably one of the most forgotten cookies, too. But not fully forgotten to the point people don't draw em at all. I am usually imagining that if Poison Mushroom wasn't just your ordinary funni gag that's probably overused by now, people would've loved them more. Its just the same ol "Want a shroomie?" which I guess is their personality, but.. Still. It feels like they were *programed* to say this. Which well, they were. Strawberry Crepe, on the other hand, is really popular. But why? They don't have that much lore, and they only build sick ass robots. They aren't good in battle.. But, their personality is actually more diverse. If Strawberry Crepe would've only *and I mean only* talk about robots, like Poison Mushroom does with shroomies, they wouldn't be that liked either. So its confirmed, Crepe has a way more cooler personality.

I first sent this to mi friend and just copy pasted it btw

Uhm, hello there good day sir/ma'am/whatever uhm, would you like to hear my rant about Poison Mushroom?

Perhaps.

[cupcakestreets]

Thinking about how I need more miscommunication fics with Dark Cacao.

Listen I know everyone have their personal headcanons on the cookies and I have them too, in fact I want to share one that I wholeheartedly believe in? Can we please acknowledge that Dark Cacao is probably really emotionally stunted. Like after he gained allies he got better at expressing his feelings but I want more situations with Dark Cacao accidentally said something really blunt to his friends but it comes off as insensitive. He never understands what he did wrong until someone sits down and tells them. He will acknowledge it and apologize of course. But I can see him hurting someone he cares about I.e. his son, or the other ancients and maybe he feels utter shame when he’s failed them but rather tell them how he feels he shuts himself away and it takes others to help him realize: hey, just talk about how you feel.

I was reading about the Culture of the cacao kingdom and it’s stated that they are more of the fighting type more than the touchy feely type. They literally are taught from a young age to fight, so that’s why I think Dark Cacao is not great at expressing himself. Hell you can say the same for Dark Choco. He goes on about his shame, and how he deserves what he gets because he feels he can never go back. He has shamed his family’s name.

This headcanon is definitely a romantic idea on Dark Cacao’s emotional capacity, but really I just want an excuse to draw a flustered Dark Cacao one day and also I do not think the fandom ever really explores these other side of the characters. Like understand half are like kids but I would not mind discussing stuff like this with other fans of Dark Cacao.

I also do predict for the Cacao Kingdom update Dark Cacao will most likely confront Dark Choco telling him that he is very disappointed in what he’s become, maybe even call it dishonorable. Either way, angst please come through. I need this confrontation to be painful.

If you read this post here you get a drawing of a little Cacao:

Edit from like months after the Chapter update: 13 and 14 are my favorite chapters hands down the angst, delicious, I cried. I love it so much. I love dark cacao so much.

[inlovewiththefictionalcharacters]

SECOND CHANCE

CHAPTER - 2 : WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD!

Pairing: (Dark) Andy Barber x Reader.

Warning(s): Non-Con; Dub-con; Slow-burn(Maybe); Possible Defending Jacob spoilers; Possessiveness; Grief; Angst; Obsessive toddler(😛); Not proofread; Any other possible warnings will be added in the future chapters.

Summary: Follow Andy’s journey after the horrible accident that turned his whole world upside down.

*****

Series Masterlist

*****

Safe to say that the tea party left the stuffies bored while Y/N was amused seeing the little girl fawn over a car while wiggling in her momma’s lap, staring at the car.

It went along with the occasional “Look momma! Car! Car! Carrrrrrrrrrr!”

It went to the point where Y/N had to gently admonish her, telling that it’s rude. The little girl pouted hearing that but kept staring at the car, her stuffies and the tea party long forgotten. After trying to get Ada resume the tea party, Y/n gave up and said that they need to get inside, mentally hoping that they had not weirded their new neighbor out. Little Ada just huffed at her mom and stood up, grabbing the arm of her stuffed bunny.

Y/N suppressed a chuckle, seeing the toddler’s behavior and gather all the stuff they brought outside while grabbing the toddler’s free hand with her other hand. With that, they made their way inside while Ada kept looking at the car, with the packers and movers’ movement catching her eyes momentarily.  It was at that time did she see the man who drove the car she was currently obsessed with. The man’s smile widened looking at Ada and Ada’s face brightened immediately with a smile. 

He waved at her as she was being led inside and Ada’s smile widened to a toothy grin and she waved back at him with the stuffed bunny still in her hand, causing the man to chuckle softly in adoration. 

*****

The next day, Y/n decided to meet the new neighbor and try to welcome him to the neighborhood. Her decision was partly contributed by little Ava who kept on talking about the neighbor’s car leaving Y/N to roll her eyes at her daughter. Having heard enough of the girl talking about not just the car, but also the neighbor whom she apparently saw before they went inside the house, Y/n decided to just welcome the man to the neighborhood by giving him some baked goods. After announcing that she’s going to make some cookies for him, little Ada insisted that they should make choco-chip cookies for the pretty man. Pretty man - her exact words. 

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head and started getting to work with Ada as her little helper. Might look barbaric for outsiders seeing a little girl help her mother but Ada mostly ended up smuggling off some of the choco-chips and the dough to eat them. She did try to help her mother in the beginning but ended up throwing the flour on herself and on the counter while trying to mix the ingredients. 

After pushing the tray of cookies into the oven to bake, Y/N hoisted the little girl into her arms and carried her to the bathroom to clean her up and then dressed her into clean clothes while the toddler chanted cookies. After making sure that all the chores are done by the time the cookies are baked and the mother-daughter duo were presentable -  first impressions - Y/N stored a few cookies in a jar for themselves and the rest were packed in a tupperware. Little Ada even made a cute drawing for the neighbor, one which involved him and his car with herself and her mom on it too,  with a caption on the top of the paper stating “Welcome to the neighborhood” which of course she wrote taking great help from her mother. Y/N wasn’t entirely sure of giving the drawing to their new neighbor, but Ada almost threw a tantrum when her mother tried to talk her out of it. 

Having everything ready, Y/N held her daughter’s hand in her and the tupperware box filled with baked goods in others and walked out of the house with the toddler clutching the drawing in her free hand like her life depends on it.

Locking the door, the mother-daughter duo made their way towards the house beside theirs which finally got someone residing in it. Stopping on the porch, Y/N rang the doorbell and waited while Ada kept looking at her mom and at the door.

“Coming!” they heard a voice holler from the other side of the door and a moment later, the door was opened and a man in his late thirties stood in front of them, on the other side of the door. His head has fluffy brown hair and the beard adorning his jaw was trimmed with his sharp nose sitting on his face, but Y/N thought that the most beautiful feature of his were his blue eyes. He, for some reason, looked stunned looking at her and the same could be said for Y/N when she looked at him.

It was her who broke out of the reverie first by clearing her throat, a bit making him to break out of his.

“Hi! I’m Y/N and this here-” she started, looking down at her daughter who was now hiding behind her legs while peeking out to look at him shyly “-is Ada. We’d like to welcome you to the neighborhood!” she chirped, handing him the box of cookies.

He smiled at her and took the box from her, thanking her and introduced himself “I’m Andy” holding his hand out and Y/N shook his hand.

The two of them felt a soft zap shoot through their bodies from their hands as soon as their hands connected and their breath hitched, looking at each other.

Clearing his throat, he looked down at his feet and then up at Y/N and then down while Y/N looked flustered. He then tilted his head to look at Ada and her mom pulled her from behind her legs and gently nudged her towards Andy. Andy immediately knelt down as Ada stood in front of him, coming to her level, but still towering over her. 

“Hi there, little angel” he cooed looking at the little toddler in front of him.

“Hi” she mumbled shyly and thrusted the folded paper in her hands in front of her, giving it to him. He took it and unfolded the paper and smiled staring at the drawing.

“Welcome to the neigh... to the neigh... neigh...” Ada frowned, forgetting the word.

Andy smiled at her and said “Thank you so much, little Angel! Oh, the drawing is so pretty. Thank you so much!”, gently booping her little nose.

Ada immediately smiled at him and said “You so pretty!” gaining some courage with their ongoing interaction.

“Thank you! But you are more pretty” he cooed after chuckling.

He then looked at Y/N with a smile and stood up.

“Forgive me. Where are my manners. Please, come in” he invited.

“Oh, no. That won’t be necessary. We don’t want to disturb you. We just wanted to give you-” Y/N started, but Andy cut her off, saying “Please, I insist. It’s getting a bit lonely here, anyways.”

Ada too looked at her expectedly and voiced out “Mama, go in?”

Y/N smiled at her and then looked back at And and nodded her head. Andy immediately moved to his side, letting the two of them in.

[koizumicchi]

LIP×LIP Docchi Kiss LIVE Report English Translation

LIP×LIP LIVE “First Kiss” ~ Docchi no Kiss Ka, Erabe yo ~ ~ Which Kiss Do You Want ~

raw here

T/N: This WIP has been sitting untouched in my folder the moment it was tweeted ww, so like about 2 years now wwww. Since I decided to do the birthday countdown, I might as well include this and finish this at last. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AIZOU AND YUUJIROU!!!!! 愛してるよ ~

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During the waiting time, after entering the venue, the performance version of the songs compiled in the album were playing. The introduction video of the album was also inserted midway.

Lines like “Thank you for spending the same time with us.”

Reflecting on the golden chandelier is a shining light in the shade of blue. This world view of the palace certainly represents LIPxLIP. I feel like I naturally transformed into being a Julietta even before I entered (the venue).

Inside, small petals are fluttering about splendidly. Yuujirou ---> Aizou, introduction in this order.

A thin film (curtain) rose. The band members entered. Oji-san wore a black hat and in his ‘black pace’, dressed in a classic outfit.

LIP×LIP entered, in their Romeo costume.

From the left (of the stage): Nakanishi-san, Kobayashi-san, Reonnu, Aizou, Yuujirou, Keiki-san, Oji-san. Overhead is a horizontal screen.

The songs started right away.

*Nonfantasy

In the screen are images of gorgeous flowers. Right before ‘suki da yo’, (image of) small petals were falling. At Yuujirou’s ‘kimi senyou da yo’, he made a space reserved only for you with his arms. With the dark lighting, the whole venue quieted down; and after a while, the two, preparing for something, said in a clear voice, “suki da yo.”

*Yappa Saikyou

A lively video, with vivid colors used fully to the heart’s content; at the part of the interlude, letters appeared. After “Ride on” is a choreography of profound rhythm. “Daisuki tte yappa saikyou” is brilliantly done with the guts pose.

Aizou and Yuujirou introduced themselves. With the band members’ hands (introduction), the two were sparkling.

*Rodeo

The neon-colored lights are the main image of the townscape.

Smoke came from both sides.

The choreography is dynamic and lively; there are many movements from left to right and they made use of the wide stage.

“Is it OK to meet in the usual place?”

“Yes~ from the very start~”

They seem like they were facing each other.

*Choco Kano

An image of pink-colored pastries. It changes completely from Rodeo; they begin to sway from left to right. A great number of cute dance steps that matched the lyrics. “Tsukue no naka” with a ‘taking a peek’ choreography. “Dare nandesuka?”, pointed to the direction of the audience.

*White Day Kiss

Images (on the screen) of white ribbon, kiss mark, heart chocolate in light blue. Mic stand appear from below. At the chorus, did the double peace sign, swinging both hands. The swaying is impressive. At “Hyakumankai no kisu” Aizou points at his cheeks. In both no. 1 and 2, before the chorus, Yuujirou’s facial expression can’t be seen and it brought more feeling of painfulness in the production. At “Honmei dakara” Aizou draws a big heart (in the air). At no.2, Yuujirou poses as if asleep.

~

(MC Talk)

Aizou: It's Valentine's.

Yuujirou: How many chocolates did you receive?

Aizou: I received one from each Julietta present today.

Yuujirou: No, they gave it to me.

Aizou: What's your basis?

Yuujirou: None.

Aizou: Don't you hate those that don't have basis?

Yuujirou: ?

Aizou: I received them.

Yuujirou: And your basis is?

Aizou: None.

Yuujirou: Aizou, it is bad to lie.

Aizou: I have it somewhere!

Let's decide who is more suitable to receive them.

~

*Judge☆

Red balance scales, a video of a courtroom. “Hitotsume, futatsume, mitsume” is denoted by fingers.

At “igiari”, lightly pushing each other away. “Boku ga (boku ga) kimi wo (kimi wo)” the two forcibly put one foot in front of the other. The appearance of raising the back of a hand towards this direction seems comical.

*Koi wo Shiyou

Pink hearts to hearts in varying colors. “Fuku wo narabete”, a choreography of similar to placing a hanger at an elevated place. “Datsumekko” Aizou with arms crossed and taking off clothes action. The chorus is the MV’s choreography. “Akai ito de”, you can see as if the red thread existed and they are synchronized.

~

LIPxLIP leaving. There is a hidden microphone at the dressing room, leaking their conversation.

Aizou: Let’s fall in love ~fufufu~

Yuujirou: What are you pacing for? Are you nervous?

Aizou: Not at all

Yuujirou: During Nonfantasy, your hand holding the mic was trembling.

Aizou: I could say the same for you; you bought a can of coffee even if you don’t drink one.

Yuujirou: I bought that for you. I don’t always say this but thank you.

Aizou: ?!?!

Yuujirou: Be honest, what did you think when you partnered with me?

Aizou: Why with this guy? I thought we definitely wouldn’t match.

Yuujirou: You’re right. We didn’t align when it came to tuna mayo.

Aizou: Yuujirou would most likely be my rival so I thought I absolutely won’t lose to him.

Yuujirou: I thought an amazing guy is here when I look at Aizou

Aizou: Eh?

Yuujirou: Someone who goes to an audition with bed hair is amazing.

Aizou: It's not bed hair; I styled it! But, with him, I thought, I can fulfill the dream I've always dreamed of.

Yuujirou: .....

Aizou: Wait, Yuujirou being kind to me is suspicious. There's definitely a hidden camera somewhere.

Yuujirou: None of that sort.

Aizou: Is this revenge for the Osaka live? Everyone here, are you excited!?! I love you!

Yuujirou: Pardon us for only playing a video without sound.

Aizou: It's alright; though there's no sound, one could shout their love on their own, right?

Yuujirou: Yeah, everyone is thinking, "What are you doing, Aizou-kun? Hurry up changing your clothes!" (he imitated)

Aizou: Eh? Huh? How embarrassing. You're lying, right?

Yuujirou: It's a lie. They can only hear our voice. (meaning, no video)

Aizou: Oi! As I thought this whole thing was weird!

~

LIPxLIP appeared wearing their Yume Fanfare outfit

*Yume Fanfare

Because they are together, their dance shine beautifully; a song that is conveyed because it is Aizou and Yuujirou. If one is missing, it won’t work at all. A song for two people. The last harmony sums it up and is beautiful as expected. The chorus is stable and similar in the MV.

*Tsuki no Hime

“Please listen carefully”

A picture of a moon. At the chorus, the moon is red and rising; it was mysterious. At the beginning and end, both looked up at the moon and danced.

Aizou is cool, widening his legs diagonally.

Yuujirou crossed his legs; silent dance steps at the beginning, and gentlemanly from “soto no sekai watashi kara” part. The chorus has great choreography and livened up (the crowd).

“Thank you for listening carefully.”

Band members’ introduction

*Romeo

Yuujirou, from the start to the end, did not make a mistake at all. He is honestly magnificent. Aizou in his part “Nayanderu no? Ojou-san” is even more gentlemanly than before. It gradually softened later on. Seemingly like the East Country, a huge feeling of exhilaration overflows in the choreography. At “eran de”, the pose is very-like Aizou and Yuujirou. They jumped the whole time and both of them looked like they enjoyed it more than anyone else.

~

LIPxLIP and the band members leave.

Encore.

LIPxLIP and the band members enter.

They changed to the LIVE t-shirt: Aizou ---> black Yuujirou ---> white

~

*Hitsuyou Fukkaketsu

At the end (of the song) is a clip/scene of a thin cloud on a blue sky. They held each other’s mics and sang. *Silver tape (similar to party streamers; on concerts these are a custom) falls from above. They left their Yume Fanfare shoes on: Aizou tucking his trousers inside his shoes and Yuujirou leaving his outside.

*Repaint

An image wherein you can feel the time of space from the pale bubbles in a light blue sky. Came out in different colors. Mic held in their hands, the two bent down at “seishun wa ima mo tsuzuiteru”. You’d be drawn in at the rush of excitement at the last chorus. They waved both hands left and right.

~

Both: Thank you! (waving at different directions)

Yuujirou: I love you-! (suki da yo)

Julietta: Kyaa-!

Aizou: (I want to do it too) Okay, here goes!

Julietta:

Aizou: I love you-! (aishiteru yo)

Julietta: Kyaa-!

They bowed while their hands were connected. Aizou is always waving his hand and so Yuujirou pulled his arm so they could return back. Later on, Yuujirou comes out all of a sudden and waves goodbye. The fans were given permission to take photos of the venue for five minutes.

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T/N: Keep in mind that Japanese and English aren’t my first language so I apologize if there are some mistakes. As always, if you’re going to use/reference my translations, please do not claim it as your own and credit me.

[miss-choco-chips]

From Baby to Babe~

I once wrote this  https://miss-choco-chips.tumblr.com/post/190983954737/theres-a-point-in-all-the-rouges-gallerys-lives and @theturdis wanted a fic about it, so... Just remember, you asked for this hon. This ain’t my fault.

Tagging @animemangasoul who just told me to tag them the next time I wrote something. 

Fair warning everyone, I somehow did this in one sitting, and, I can’t stress this enough, there’s no edit whatsoever. Like, none. Enjoy, if you can ignore the eyesore of my multiple mistakes.

----.----

Bruce despairs in the knowledge of his sons growing up hot.

---.---

When Dick came back to Gotham as the new Nightwing for the first time ever… well. 

Bruce didn't like to think about the first suit, back then. All those feathers and glitter, the plunging V neck, the mullet… His son had insisted on it being the trend at the time. Bruce just couldn't grasp how was he supposed to blend into the night and take anyone by surprise. There was too much... everything, and not nearly enough stealth.

He was an innocent man, back then. He looked at a horse gift in the mouth and was completely blindsided when it raised on it’s hind legs and kicked him where it hurted.

When Selina approached him a few weeks after N had come to him with the blueprints of his new suit, he had been quiet relaxed. Or as relaxed as one can be when crouched like a gargoyle and looking over the city. He was just getting back on track after… Jason (it still hurted, and probably always would, to think about him), his new partner helping in ways he couldn’t foresee, violence tampered by Tim’s brilliant smile every time he came to Bruce with the answer to a particularly difficult riddle he had been having trouble with. He had to get his act together, because Tim was so bright, mind so beyond what Bruce could ever aspire to, and he was at such an impressionable age… If Batman allowed himself to fall deeper into despair, he would set a dangerously bad example to the kid, which could be really damaging… to the world at large. He was the kind of kid that B wanted on the side of Justice, because the opposite would be quite catastrophic.

So yes, he had been very distracted lately, merely glancing over Dick’s blueprints, noticing the lack of brilliantine and gold, and giving his wholehearted approval. 

Stupid, innocent man he was. He had needed Catwoman of all people to open his eyes.

(To this day, he still wondered about Alfred’s reason for not warning him sooner. Perhaps, and this was the theory he had running, the old butler had been just so delighted at seeing the Disco suit gone, he would approve almost everything in its place, and Dick’s virtue had never been his responsibility to preserve, so to hell with it.

Betrayal always hurted the worse when it came from those closest to you)

-Hey handsome.

-Cat.

She rolled her eyes, already beyond his brood, and just walked out of the light, joining him into the shadows with a sigh at his dramatics. 

-No theft today?

The woman grimaced a bit, letting herself fall at his side with as much grace as she did everything else. Diamond claws scratched at her scalp, carefully not tearing the frail skin, and Batman finally conceded and turned his head to look at her directly. She was never so hesitant.

-Look. I really, really don’t want to be the one telling you this. I would literally rather leave this to anyone else, but… it’s getting out of hand.

-What is it?

-Nightwing. Hadn’t you noticed anything about him?

That got whatever rest of his attention she hadn’t already caught. Speaking of his sons always had that effect on him.

-What happened to him?

-Nothing, just… He’s been out a lot, hasn’t he? I thought he didn’t operate in the city as much…

She was stalling, which was worryingly out of character for Selina. But since this was about Nightwing, he had to be patient and let her talk her way into whatever information she was going to lay on him.

-I’ve been… -training a new Robin, not that he could tell her that- busy, lately. He’s picking up the slack while I’m focusing on it -a.k.a helping him both patrol the streets and teach Tim. 

-I noticed the changes, yes, whatever therapy you’re doing is great for you -she encouraged, more honest than he thought her capable of. He could already see her deadpan when she figured out the reason for his change, his ‘therapy’ as she put it, was an eleven year old thrusting himself at this dangerous life of his.

-Hm.

-Well… Anything noteworthy about him lately? Crime Fighting related?

Since she was stressing the words so much, he gave them deep thought.

-He has been on a streak lately. A lot more arrests… What’s your point?

He could almost see the second she internally said ‘fuck it’ and just blurted everything out.

-That’s because his new suit is, and this is coming from me, B, indecent, and every criminal out there is focusing more on his ass than his punches and flips so he’s kicking ass easier.

Bruce kicked his way to the forefront of his mind, the father in him hip checking the vigilante out of the way so he could properly freak out.

What? He knew the suit was a lot more tight than the former one, but he’d been so relieved at it being mostly black he hadn’t given more than a cursory look… and he barely saw the man in it, often training together in workout clothes and coming and going to patrol at different times. He… wasn’t prepared for this.

-Excuse me?

-I’m sorry, someone had to tell you. Normally, I’d be completely on board with a suit change from boring to daring, and you know of my good relationship with leather, but I’ve literally seen that kid grow up. If I have to listen to Harley talking about Nightwing’s ass one more time, Ivy won’t need to worry any more about the Joker killing her, because I will do it myself.

He wanted to thank her for standing up for his son, but he was still busy internally screaming.

-You want to hear Riddle’s last work? While looking directly at N, he asked ‘is buttcheeks one word? Or should I spread them?’. And then he winked. Winked, B. At your eighteen year old kid. You need to get your ass on gear and make sure Nighting changes his. I mean, I’m getting used to it, but you’ve been doing great lately, violent wise, and I’d hate for you to relapse because you heard Zsaasz asking N to tie his ropes tighter and harder.

B… needed to go back to the cave and call N back early. They had to talk.

----.----

When Jason came back, the first thing to break past the ‘holy shit my son is alive’ wall surrounding his brain was just how tall he had grown. How strong, how broad, how big. The little boy he had picked up from the street, underfeed and hurting everywhere, had turned out almost bigger than B himself and twice as brave. The wave of pride he felt was massive, but the feeling was short lived. 

Jason was killing criminals, had even attempted to murder Tim. Even if the father in him could, in his desperation, try and overlook the first bit, the same side couldn’t get past the second. Tim was as much his as Jason, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to it.

The relief of him being back that overflowed from Bruce clashed horribly with Batman’s unbending morals, and the two sides warred for days for control. The attack on his youngest son had been the deciding factor in who finally won; Bruce couldn’t fight the darkness in him when he needed it to help protect Robin from his predecessor, as much as it pained him.

Theirs was a long road, a difficult path to come back together as a family after so many mistakes on both parts (more his than Jason’s, he knew, but admitting so was so hard…), but they had finally, finally came back together. All his children, sitting around the dinning table at the manor, throwing food at each other behind Alfred’s back, Dick failing to give Jason a noogie, Tim succeeding in elbowing his way past both of them to claim first picks over the brownies, Damian rolling his eyes while sneakily drawing in his notebook what B suspected was a portrait of the three of them, Cass and Steph laughing at their antics… His heart felt like it could give out.

Again, his mind was anywhere but in… that. Already used to the dirty looks aimed at Nighting, he focused his anger into strength behind every punch, taking care to kick specially hard when aiming at the criminal’s genitals as light punishment for the lust they aimed at his oldest, but not longer trying to essentially castrate them.

He had the hang of it, and it was just one child. He could do damage control with one, it wasn’t that hard. Stephanie wasn’t really his, just under his protection as a mentor, and even then, she was mostly Barbara’s; Cass could and would take care of anyone who dared look at her in a way she didn’t like, so she was also good. Seventeen year old Tim and thirteen year old Damian were babies, so they wouldn't be an issue for a long, long time.

And then. And then, Steph had opened her mouth.

-Why can’t Tim do this? -she had whined, raising the heels to eye level and studying them with profound distaste- I hate fighting on these. He’s much better than me at that anyway, and he makes a hotter chick than I when he goes full out on his undercover gig.

Red Robin, who was walking past her on his way to the training mats, high fived her.

Barbara’s voice came from the Batcomputer, Oracle’s voice filter not needed while they still were on the Cave.

-Because he and Jason can’t act like a couple for more than two hours before one of them breaks into hives or laughter, and this is an all night long gig. 

-Then why can’t Tim and Dick go? You just need a girl as pretty arm candy distaction, the guy is the one who’s gonna do the work, and Nightwing can take care of a few drug dealers himself.

-While Dick is certainly pretty enough to gain permission to enter this very private party -the man, stretching with Tim, stopped mid motion to give the computer finger guns. Barbara coughed to cover a laugh and kept going-, the goal is for him to be invited into the boss’s personal office, and we can only do that if he’s interested in what he sees. From what Tim gathered for me on his last recon, he favours… Jason’s body types more than Dick’s.

Bruce, who was just getting out of the locker room, suit fully in place except from the cowl, raised an eyebrow at that, stopping to analyze his second oldest. Tilting his head, and still as confused, he asked what would undoubtedly bring him an unhealthy amount of regret in the very near future.

-What does that mean? Jason’s...body type? You mean tall? Dick is also pretty tall.

There was total silence in the cave for a few moments. Dick and Tim got up from their positions, shared a look, and made a run for the showers, claiming they were ready for patrol (they weren’t, not warmed up enough, but he had other things to focus on now). Damian, already fully suited, tutted and dragged the hood of his cape over his face, almost completely covering it. Cass looked on impassively, and Stephanie seemed to be getting a worryingly amount of glee from whatever this was.

Jason himself was… blushing? What?

-Who’s gonna tell him? -finally asked Barbara, amusement breaking her professional facade.

-Oh, me, me! Let me do this!

Apparently still a naive man, he nodded at the blonde, ready for someone to clear this up for him.

He was regaled with a half an hour long rant about biceps, pecs, and thighs that could compete against tree trunks and win. It was supported by apparent citations from different criminals that ranged from appreciative to full on scandalous.

In the end, everyone left the cave, Batgirl with a notorious spring on her step, and Bruce had to stay home instead of going out, needing the night to fully process about his second son, almost twenty one but twelve in his mind’s eye, apparently featuring in multiple Arkham calendars. 

He came out of that realization a scarred man, to say the least.

-----.-----

It was barely a few months after his traumatic chat with Stephanie when it happened again. He’d like to say he was ready for this.

He wasn’t.

When Conner Kent found him, he was completely focused on his WE’s work. For once on the office, with the TV providing some white noise in the background, he was fully prepared for a day catching up. He couldn’t keep letting Tim take over most of the work, the kid deserved to have a normal (or as normal as any of them could achieve) teenage life.

He was of course notified the moment the meta breached the city’s limits, but figured he was here on Titan’s business or hanging out with Tim. The light knock on his office window was a big surprise.

-This is unexpected, Conner. What can I do for you? -he greeted after letting him in- Tim isn’t here today, he’s giving a press conference.

-Yeah, I know. I’m actually here for you. We, the team, heard from Tim you’re making the blueprints for his next suit.

This conversation was already going in a very confusing way. Why did they care about Tim’s gear?

-Yes?

-Well, you need to double check with us before you show anything to him -something akin to indignant surprise must have shown in his face, because the meta quickly raised both hands-. We don’t mean that as you needing our approval, of course you’d know better how to keep a non-meta well protected. We know jackshit about kevlar and armor. But it’s the… style, that has us worried.

He let the anger bleed out of him, replaced with puzzlement.

-What do you mean?

Conner looked down, as if gathering strength, then up and straight into Bruce’s eyes, a feat very few younger heroes could achieve. This was serious.

-Tim isn’t big like Jason, or as… stretchy as Dick, but he has… very, very attractive features. I won’t go into detail with you about how thin his waist is, how shapely his legs or cute his ass. That’s not something I need to say or you to hear.

Yes, it definitely wasn’t. Bruce was having an inkling as to where this was headed, and he didn’t like it. Tim was a baby! Barely eighteen and so damn small!

-But I do need to tell you, his ugly ass suits have been good at keeping that all on the downlow. We made fun of him for them, sure, but never encouraged him to change, because we know what will happen if he does. It would be awful. You think Nightwing and Red Hood have it rough? Tim has Ra’s Al Ghul’s undivided attention and appreciation. If we add attraction to it? Mayhem. Absolute mayhem. We can barely keep him from being kidnapped by older, nasty villains as it is. We don’t need the extra work, sir. I’m begging you on behalf of the team, don’t let him get anything that would look good on him. Like that Untranet suit he told me about, for example. That one would be so bad. Or the Red Robin one with tighter pants and a domino under the cowl so he can take it out and flash the world his luscious hair. 

Bruce fell back into his desk chair. Elbows resting on the table, he buried his face into his hands.

A long silence filled the room.

-You already approved and made one of those, right?

A small, shaky nod.

-...The Ultranet one?

A firm shake. 

-Fuck me. The Red Robin with tighter pants and domino?

Another nod. Conner sat abruptly on the empty chair in the other side of the desk, like a puppet with its strings cut.

-Well, fuck. 

Fuck indeed. 

Bruce despaired.

----.----

This time, he would be ready. He swore it on his honor, on his oath, on his parents.

So when Damian turned sixteen, growth spurt kicking in (he towed over Tim, and it wouldn’t be long until he left Dick in the dust as well), he made a thought but necessary call.

He phoned Talia.

-We need to talk. About Damian, and… sex appeal.

Her shock was evident even through the phone.

-Excuse me? My son is a child. He has no such thing.

He closed his eyes. Once, a long time ago, he’d been just as naive. Now he knew better. 

It was a hard lesson to learn, but she needed to. And quickly. Damian was growing faster than his other children. Time was of essence.

-Let me tell you what I wish I knew years ago, when Dick decided to change his Nightwing suit.

She was probably going to hate him for opening her eyes like this, but Bruce just couldn't do this alone. 

He could deal with Talia’s hate, but criminals lusting after his baby son? Hell no. He might actually go rouge.

[their-name-is-morgan]

Yelooo... How about a "You've kissed me about fifty times today" with Okuyasu? Please

Hey! Sorry for the delay, I hope this is worth the wait though❤

Meant to be (You’ve kissed me about fifty times today)

Okuyasu x Reader❤

The sound of your phone ringing was what woke you up from your 2 hours log nap, which you hadn’t planned to take seeing how you were laying on the couch in the most uncomfortable position, with your laptop still on your stomach and the bag of chips you’d forgotten to put away now on the floor.

You lazily grabbed your phone from the coffee table and a gentle smile adorned your face once you were finally able to read the name of who was calling you at 7 in the evening; you pressed the green button on the screen.

“Hello, is Okuyasu there?” you said, doing your best to sound serious, until you heard a small ‘Huh?’ and couldn’t keep a straight face anymore, a small giggle escaping your lips.

“I called you- wait, are you pranking me?” he asked, and you giggled one more time at how easily he’d get confused at this kind of things.

“Yeah, yeah! What’s up though?” you finally asked, genuinely curious. He’d usually call you in the early afternoon or he’d just stop by if he needed something, he was your boyfriend after all, so you didn’t mind having him around.

He excitedly explain –you could tell he was smiling, even through the phone- that he was free the following day and that if you didn’t mind he had something special planned for the both of you. The following day being a Sunday, you didn’t have much to do as it was everyone’s lazy day, so you informed him that you were free also.

“I was thinking that I could pick you up at 5_30? In the afternoon- but it’s okay if you prefer earlier or later!” he quickly added, and you shook your head even though he couldn’t see you.

“5 is fine by me, are youuu planning to bring me to that nice Trattoria you work at?” you asked, picking up the bag of chips and placing it on the small table, “Or some other place I don’t know about yet? Or wait- don’t tell me, I want it to be a surprise!”

You heard him giggle at your behaviour, and you couldn’t help but do the same.

“It’s a surprise babe, I don’t wanna ruin it for you! But… wear something nice- agh, no wait, wear whatever you want! Y-You’ll look nice anyway!” your cheeks flushed, although you hadn’t missed how he was speaking more quickly than usual. You decided not to mention it though, as you guessed it was because he had something on his mind regarding your little date.

“Alright then, impress me, handsome!”

“Woah, that’s an exaggeration!” he stammered, and you rolled your eyes playfully;

“It isn’t, when will you stop putting yourself down?” you gently scolded him, staring at a picture of the two of you which you had saved on your laptop; you even had an entire folder dedicated to various selfies you and Okuyasu took and pictures of you two in general.

“How abouuut…when you will?”

The cute conversation went on for a while as you tidied your living room, which started to resemble a garbage dump less and less. You said your goodbyes after agreeing with each other that it was starting to get late, and you both still had to make and eat dinner, and you assured him that you would’ve been able to talk later.

The next day, you woke up excited; it wasn’t exactly early in the morning when you opened your eyes, as they widened when you glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, which read 12:36 in the afternoon. You let a small sigh escape your lips, maybe playing video games until ungodly hours wasn’t that good of an idea when you were supposed to wake up early and go on a date later…

Nonetheless, you still managed to cook lunch, change into a much more fitting attire and, as any other independent and responsible adult would do, watch videos on YouTube until it was time to leave with Okuyasu –whom picked you up at 5:30 with his brand new, black Nissan Note instead of his motorbike, and gave you a kiss first thing after yelling an ‘Oi, Y/N!’-.

“So,” you started, buckling up the seat belt, “You’re starting to use your car more?”

He shrugged as he started the engine,

“I mean… it was a gift for my 18th birthday, so I might as well use it. Plus…isn’t it more romantic to drive you somewhere with a car, instead of a motorbike?” he asked, causing you to snort.

“I guess so, your motorbike isn’t bad though- it’s just that the damn helmet always messes up my hair!”

“Hey, I thought that was just my problem! Why the hell didn’t ya tell me sooner? I’ve felt so alone this entire time…” he jokingly admitted, pouting slightly as you rolled your eyes and let out another giggle.

The 20 minutes drive seemed to fly by as you chatted about all, you were so engulfed with the conversation that you almost didn’t notice the beautiful scenery out of the car window- you guessed he was taking you to a restaurant with sea view.

As you finally arrived, he parked his car and gently placed a hand on your shoulder as if to stop you from opening the door.

“W-Wait, let me get that for you.” He said, getting out of the car and making his way to your side so he could open the door for you. You felt your cheeks and ears getting warmer as he even held your hand so he could help you stand up.

“That…was so sweet, Oku,” you said, beaming. His own cheeks got crimson and he quickly kissed you on the forehead, your hand still in his.

“Ah, u-uhm, yes, let’s get in, shall we?” he questioned and you nodded, a smile still on your face, partly because of the flustered state he was in.

He lead you inside, and you couldn’t help but notice how fancy the place seemed to be. Each table had a thin, white tablecloth, utensils and blue handkerchiefs placed on it, the wooden floor was so clean that you could almost use it as a mirror, and the pure white walls had been painted on, intricate drawings of the waves and fish –the colours that had been used were soft blues and greens, though- catching your attention immediately.

The restaurant was quite busy, with waiters and waitresses fast-walking from one side to the other, carrying any sort of dish. Your mouth watered at the sight of your favourite food getting served and you couldn’t wait to order something yourself.

Okuyasu seemed to notice this and opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by one of the waiters,

“Ah, welcome, miss and mister! Did you book a table?” he asked, a polite smile on his freckled face.  Okuyasu took a step forward,

“Uuh, yes, a table for two.” He quickly replied, and he nodded.

“Very well, your last names please?”

“Oh! Nijimura and L/N,”

“Let me lead the way!”

The two of you let him guide you towards one of the tables in the back, from where you could clearly see the sea and the clear sky without anything that could block your visual. You sat down in front of each other and the waiter handed you the Menus, informing you that he would be back soon to take your orders. You both thanked him and smiled, seeing how he had been nothing but sweet.

After a few minutes you were ready to order; you decided to eat your favourite meal while Okuyasu settled for caprese salad with pesto sauce –in honour of Tonio, you guessed, and he grinned when you asked him-.

“This is a fancy restaurant, by the way. Did you see how much some of the stuff costs? I hope the dessert isn’t too expensive, I forgot to look at the prices of that-“ you glanced at your boyfriend and he shook his head.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, it’s my treat!” he reassured you, he was being very sweet. You wondered why as you kept talking to each other; maybe he had a surprise for you? He was dressed so nicely, too- he wore a dark blue blazer with a white buttoned up shirt underneath, dark blue trousers and elegant black shoes. You panicked for a moment realizing that maybe you should’ve worn something a bit more elegant, too…

When the food finally arrived it was already 6 pm –understandable since there were so many people to serve, so you didn’t complain- the sound of people talking and utensils clattering filling the large room you were in, as you and Okuyasu started to talk about how good the food tasted and how nice the place was, to then move on to how both of you were pretty much settled with the job you had –Okuyasu had brought that up, a smile on his face, and you went along with it but you didn’t miss the fact that his nervousness had started to increase-.

As the sun started to set, causing the sky to change its colour from a bright blue to pink and red hues, and the sea gradually became calmer, you glanced out of the large window, sorbet in one hand and straw in the other to support it every time you would take a sip. Said window was slightly opened, and you couldn’t complain about the fresh breeze, which was making your hair gently move without messing it up as you feared.

“Thank you so much for taking me here by the way, Okuyasu,” you said, your smile growing as his cheeks tinted pink once again.

“That is…really the least I could do for making me the happiest guy in Mor-“ ‘Shit, no, I’m fucking this up- Morioh is so small!’ he mentally scolded himself, “…the happiest guy in the world!” he responded, his hands nervously shaking despite the weather being sunny and the temperature being quite warm.

“Hey, I could say the same, find me a guy who can make me laugh with his dumb jokes and then takes me out to the most romantic dinner ever,” you said, placing the small cup made of glass on the table, both of your desserts –he had ordered choco strawberry cone flavoured ice cream, as always- finished.

“I thought I was enough, though!” he joked, and as you laughed he leaned forward to quickly kiss your nose. You quirked as eyebrow.

“You’ve kissed me about fifty times today, why is that?” you couldn’t help but ask, though you kept smiling.

“That- might be because I wanted to tell you something very important,” he started, taking your hand in his. You weren’t sure why, but your breathing quickened. You feared it was something bad, but then again, Okuyasu had always been so sweet, why would he take you out and then tell you something that’d make you cry?

“Go on, I’m all ears.”

“S-So, uh, you know I’m no good with words but… we’ve been dating for years and…in these years, I realized that I was so dumb in high school, I was jealous of Josuke because he had all those girls surrounding him and nobody really cared about me,” he took a deep breath, his gaze never meeting yours, his eyes wandering in any other direction, “That is, until I met you, and I realized that…it…didn’t really matter anymore, how many girls were interested in me, or whatever. Because, I mean, why would it when you’re here by my side? And I know this was probably really simple and maybe it sounded stupid,”

He stood up, careful not to make a fool of himself by tripping or making something fall. Meanwhile, you finally realized what was going on, and your heart began racing as you noticed him getting closer, hands clenched in his pockets, and everyone else silently staring at you, almost expectantly. He kneeled on the floor, making everyone –including you- audibly gasp. You didn’t even try to hold back the huge smile on your face, and it seemed to be the same for Okuyasu.

“…but I don’t think I need anyone else with me, when we’re together, s-so… Y/N, amore mio,” he finally whipped the ring box out of his pocket, and opened it, revealing a gorgeous engagement ring that you couldn’t wait to have on your finger, “Will you marry me?”

You, at a loss of words, simply bobbed your head up and down, tears threatening to fall from your eyes, while Okuyasu was already in tears the moment you nodded. He quickly stood up and you threw your arms around his neck, embracing him so tight that your chests were touching and your head rested in the crook of his neck, while his rested in yours. You could hear the people cheering as Okuyasu broke the tight hug to slide the ring onto your finger, only to sweetly kiss you afterwards, his cheeks still wet with tears and his lips slightly quivering.

Once you could finally speak again, you chuckled, and he tilted his head in confusion.

“Did Tonio teach you that?”

“W-What?”

“Amore mio. It means ‘my love’ in Italian,”

He raised his eyebrows in realization and he, strangely enough, looked away,

“Well, yeah, he did, but I’m also…kind of learning Italian? On my own?”

You let an almost inaudible ‘Wow’ escape from your mouth and he seemed proud of himself, as he slightly smirked.

“That’s so cool, should I expect a wedding speech in Italian then?” you questioned, half joking and half serious.

“Hey, don’t expect too much from me now!”

“Nah, don’t worry.” ‘I only expect you to be the best husband ever. I know you will be.’ You though, as he excitedly told you your next destination- the Arcade.

[nioice]

Mind can I ask what kind of odd dream lead to you to that Soundwave art? It seems he's almost like a guardian angel in a sense and I do like the ethereal feeling to that art a lot!

Sure thing! The dream had a lot of things mashed together. The room in the drawing is a simplified version of my flat(, which consists of one room and a bathroom basically. It's small). The dream got rid of plants, table, whatnot. All it left was my bed, the white one with the black blanket, etc, and it added an additional bed. I took the perspective of a nun. Her clothes felt like typical Christian nun clothes, but Milk Cookie from Cookie Run - whose design I love - appeared in the dream for a second, and I didn't want to add a distracting religious theme, so I mixed their looks. There were also two more people in the room, one who was based on Dark Choco Cookie from Cookie Run, who was HUGE, like over 2 metres tall. The other was an equally big man, somewhat old with grey hair. I don't think he was meant to represent anyone truly, but he might've been vaguely based on Commander Grant from Spectrobes. Both of them were baseline very grumpy. Everyone had to spend the night in my flat because of some event in town the next day, so Kinda-Dark-Choco and Maybe-Grant had to sleep in the same bed. They did so, and were grumpy about it, but not more than they were already lol Soundwave crouched in the corner behind my bed throughout all I remember. When the others were asleep he started talking to me, something about "We should sleep.", calm and quiet. We talked just a bit before the dream picked up on him talking and went 'Oh my god but Soundwave DOESN'T TALK' and derailed. I think he took off his 'mask' while we talked even. The dream cut to a scene then where Soundwave was in public surrounded by other Cybertronians, without his faceplate, a super silly face underneath with chunky proportions and a stupid smile, like he knew exactly how dumb it was. Everyone was very startled by seeing him without his visor. Anyway, Soundwave crouching in the corner like that, and the room being lit with weak blue light, did give off an ethereal feeling, but not like he wasn't touchable. He felt powerful, but also like a friend.

[huangels]

well, you have me now - jeno

request: Requesting a jeno scenario! Where jeno's the son of a baker's and he works at part-time over there (which is your favoirte bakery) but since you were busy with school you couldn't visit him much so he misses you...?

a/n: ok but this request is so cute but i feel like the scenario i wrote isn’t cute enough im sorry ;(( (ps the scenario isn’t really 2.3k long i just had to be extra and add extra stuff lol)

summary: Having more time on your hands now that it is summer break, you decide to wander around your town. You stumble across a cute little bakery, where you meet Jeno. However, with the start of school, you visit the bakery less and less due to an overload of work, and Jeno misses your company.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 2.3k

The weather today is one that feels like a kiss of summer rather than the usual fiery heat of June. The sun is perched high up in the sky, blocked by white fluffy clouds shielding you from the harsh rays. There's a light breeze that carries the ends of your hair, making it casually sway from side to side. You're grateful the day isn't too hot because you would've suffered from the ripped jeans you're wearing now. A gush of wind blows through the holes of your jeans and flutters your plain red t-shirt, it's refreshing.

You walk down the streets of your small town and take in the summer air as you finally have some free time over break. You've never seen much of your town, having to drive to school then right back home to do homework, or stay in school for club meetings.

Small dainty shops are lined up side by side, all serving different purposes ranging from flower shops to hardware stores. You didn't even know your town had many of these shops. Curious, you walk into some of the stores, checking out what they're selling.

After a few window shopping adventures, you stop in front of a little shop that caught your eye. The outside is painted a warm beige with outlines of dark brown. The corners have intricate and elaborate designs, swirling towards the name of the shop: Lee's Bakery, in golden cursive writing.

Thinking that you can go for something to eat as of now, you reach for the handle and pull back. The scent of warm bread and sweet creams immediately draws you in, making your mouth water a bit.

Inside the bakery houses only a few of people, a college student off to the corner with the table covered with her laptop and textbooks, a couple to the other end who are chatting quietly, and a mother with her toddler, sharing a slice of chocolate cake.

An old man, around his 40s or 50s, greets you with a, "Welcome to Lee's Bakery."

You enjoy the aura the bakery gives off, it's warm and familiar, even if you've never visited this shop before.

Walking further in, you take a seat at the counter where the old man is wiping dry a few mugs.

"Would you like to order now?" the man asks, looking up from his glasses that are perched up on the tip of his nose.

"Not yet but can I have a menu please," you ask politely. The man sets down the mug and pulls a small laminated menu from the counter and slide it towards you. You thank him while picking it up to examine it. There's a variety of pastries and drinks listed in a simplistic manner.

《 LEE'S BAKERY  》ets. 1991

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drinks:

espresso...............................$4.30

cappucino.............................$4.00

cafe latte...............................$3.20

hot chocolate........................$2.00

tea.........................................$2.00

strawberry smoothie.............$4.50

*a cup of water is free

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pastries:

banana bread.......................$3.00

cupcake (choco, vnl)............$2.00

slice of cake.........................$5.00

muffin (berry, choco)............$2.75

crossiant..............................$4.00

bagel....................................$3.50

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You place the menu down and look up for the old man to order, but in his place is a much younger boy, probably around your age. He's wiping the counter with a rag. His black hair falls in front of his eyes as he works, he flips it away. From the angle you see him, the boy looks irritated, maybe even mad, as he's cleaning around the drink machines.

"Excuse me?" you say, waving your hand slowly to get the boy's attention. He glances up from his task at the counter to meet with your eyes, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Can I get a vanilla cupcake with a hot chocolate?" you order with a small smile. The boy wipes his hands on the front of his beige apron before nodding. You watch him as he quickly washes his hands at the back sink and starts making the hot chocolate, clicking some buttons on a machine. The boy nonchalantly pours in water from a picture into the top of the machine, closing the top, and waits for it to warm up.

You lean over the counter, with your head leaning on one of your hands.

"What's your name?" you ask out of the blue. The boy looks back at you and licks his lips, before answering.

"Jeno, Lee Jeno."

"Oh! Are you related to the man who works here?" you question, since they have the same last names.

"Yeah, he's my dad."

"That's cool that he owns a cute bakery that you work in."

Jeno mumbles someone under his breath, though you don't quite hear it clearly. A short silence flies by as the softly played cafe music fills the air.

"How long have you worked here?" you continue to ask. A beep signals that the water is ready and Jeno adds in the cocoa powder.

"All my life basically..." he answers looking down at his sneakers. You tilt your head to the side in confusion, it doesn't seem like Jeno is happy working here.

"Do you not enjoy working here with your family?"

"No, no. It's not that," he begins to say, leaning on the counter on one side. "It just gets really boring here, especially because not a lot of people come in. And my dad won't let me go on my phone so I don't have much to do a lot of times."

You nod, understanding his situation.  

"Well, my name is Y/N by the way," you introduce yourself, reaching a hand out. He stares at your out-stretched hand then takes it in his. The size difference causes you to chuckle a bit.

"Nice you meet you, Y/N," he says, seeming to test out the sound of your name. He smiles at it, causing his eyes to slim into two crescents. Your ears grow warm at his cute smile.

There's another beep letting Jeno know the hot chocolate is done. He pulls out a beige mug and sets it under the machine, pressing a couple buttons, before the steaming brown liquid pours out of an opening into the mug. It stops just below the rim.

Jeno grabs ahold of the mug, placing it on a matching plate.

"Do you want marshmallows in it?" he asks while carefully handing you the drink over the counter, not wanting to spill it on you.

"Please!" you respond a bit too quickly. He softly laughs before plopping a spoonful of mini marshmallows in your drink. They float around on top, some already starting to melt.

"Be careful, it's still really hot," Jeno warns. "I'll go prepare your cupcake in the kitchen. Be right back."

He's cute, you think to yourself with a shy smile. 

Soon, Jeno comes back with a vanilla cupcake on a small plate, a spoon also provided on the plate.

"Enjoy," he says, setting it down. You look at the sweet in front of you. It has white cream swirled on top with some marshmallows pushed in. You look up at Jeno, who has a matching shy smile.

"Since it seems light you like marshmallows," he explains, cheeks slightly tinted pink. You carve a piece out with your spoon and taste it. The sweetness coats your tongue, and you respond with a "mmm."

"Did you make this?" you ask, taking another bite. Jeno scratches the back of his neck, peering to his left.

"Yeah, I bake most of the pastries. My dad handles the profit and management and my mom cleans and decorates."

You look around at the little trinkets and painting hung symmetrically around the room.

"She's an artist, my mom. She painted every painting in here," Jeno brags for his mother with a proud smile. Your mouth forms an 'o' as you study the decorations once more. They are all done with oil paints, some of flowers or fruits, and others of people and scenery.

"They're beautiful! Tell her that she's really talented, though she probably knows," you laugh, continuing to feed yourself bites of the cupcake.

"If you come back again...you might be able to meet her and tell her yourself," Jeno offers after a hesitant cough. His arm returns to the back of his neck. 

"I would love to come back soon."

Jeno's face lights up at your reply with his signature eye smile. You guess he's excited that he finally has someone to talk to during his shifts in the bakery. So you decide to continue trying to get to know Jeno.

Hour pass as you and Jeno share more about each other. You converse about your preferences and favorite things while Jeno does the same. You learn that Jeno is home-schooled by his parents, taking classes online. Because of this, he doesn't have many friends and not many people visit the bakery, especially ones around his age. 

"Well, you have me now," you respond with a bright smile.

After that, each day for the rest of Summer break, you visit the bakery to see Jeno. The both of you talk more and become close friends, even exchanging numbers one visit.

The end of Summer vacation rolls around, which means you have to go back to school. Though for the most part of August and September, you still come to the bakery to hang out with Jeno. However, once your school work starts to pile up, you have no choice but to stay home or in school to do them.

One Thursday afternoon, when the school bell has just rung, you jog quickly to the library of your school. You have to meet up with your classmates for a group project. Being the first one to arrive, you take a seat at one of the big tables, pulling out your textbooks and project necessities.

A ding sounds from your phone as the librarian gives you a stern look. You bow your head a few times before switching your phone to silent.

The notification on the lock screen displays Jeno's name and a couple messages.

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From: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

hey Y/N!!

how come you haven't stopped by the bakery lately :((

[Read 3:02 PM 11/04/2018]

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To: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

sorry lee i've been busy with school work :'(

[Read 3:03 PM 11/04/2018]

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From: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

oh :((((

good luck tho!! fighting!

[Read 3:03 PM 11/04/2018]

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To: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

thanks ♡

i'll try to stop by later?

[Read 3:04 PM 11/04/2018]

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From: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

:D !!

[Read 3:04 PM 11/04/2018]

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A smile spreads across your face, as your friends finally arrive and take their seats around the table.

"What're you smiling at Y/N?" one of them, Haechan, asks with suggestive eyes and wiggly eyebrows.

"Nothing," you reply with a roll of your eyes. "Let's just get this project over with, I have somewhere to go afterward."

Almost three hours fly by as your group finishes most of the collaborative work, now leaving all 4 of you with individual work to do at home.

You quickly pack everything up, throwing all of your papers and books into your backpack without care. Shouting a quick goodbye and getting another strict look from the librarian, you race to the bakery, the route permanently engraved into your brain. The cool air fills up your lungs, stinging when you inhale.

The hanging sign of Jeno’s bakery comes into sight as you slow your pace, trying to catch your breath. You reach the door handle just as someone on the other side pulls it open. Slightly panting, you come face to face with Jeno, who is looking god-like in just casual black jeans and a white sweatshirt. A large jacket hangs on his free arm.

“Jeno,” you gasp, startled by the situation.

“Y/N! You made it! I was just going to go walk around the nature trail nearby because I’m on my break,” Jeno says, stepping out of the shop and closes the door. The chilly air is the total opposite compared to the weather on the day you first met Jeno. He slips his jacket on, pulling the sleeves over his hands to keep them warm.  

“Can I come?” you ask, stepping back so Jeno has enough room to exit the entry way.

“Of course silly.”

The both of you start walking down the street towards the sunset where a luscious nature walk is located in a large park. The November winds blow your long winter coat back, exposing your bare legs. You mentally curse to yourself for not wearing leggings under your school uniform skirt. Unconsciously, you scoot closer to Jeno for warmth.

“How’s school?” he makes small talk while looking down at you beside him.

“It’s alright, I mean my teachers are starting to assign of a lot of work because the semester is almost over and midterms are coming up. That’s why I haven’t been able to come visit you for a while. I don’t even remember how long it’s been since I’ve seen you-,” you explain but gets cut off by Jeno.

“38 days.”

“What?” You look up at him, who is still staring down at you.

“It’s been 38 days… since you’ve last visited,” he says with a small smile. You nod with an inaudible “ohhh.” He’s kept count, you inwardly say, that’s adorable.

“That’s a long time, wow. I didn’t think it’s been that long,” you laugh while saying. You’ve been so caught up with school that time just flies by so quickly before you realize it.

“Yeah…It’s been super boring without you in there. I’ve resorted to reorganizing all of the mugs by size and color. There’s a lot of mugs in our cabinets if you didn’t know.”

“Aww Jeno, did you miss me that much,” you smile while knocking into him with your shoulder teasingly, causing Jeno to stumble away. He shuffles back to you, a little closer now.

“Yes, in fact I did miss you, a lot actually,” Jeno responds, looking down at his shoes and watching one step in front of the other. Unexpectedly, your heart flutters rapidly and you can feel the back of your neck warming up as well as the sides of your face. Somehow, the smile stretched upon your face can’t seem to stop.

“Well, I miss you too Jeno, more than you’ve missed me,” you say, linking your arms with his. Jeno’s head snaps towards your face and then to your now linked arms. He shakes his head before tugging his arm towards himself, which causes you to step closer.

“I don’t think that’s possible. I reorganized like 70 mugs Y/N. It was pointless but I did it anyway,” Jeno shoots back.

Your smile somehow grows bigger.

[quibbs126]

Alright, so here’s this au idea I’ve been working on recently

So some time ago, I saw an au where Dark Choco Cookie and Whipped Cream Cookie were raising a young Princess Cookie (I don’t remember if they adopted her or she’s actually theirs, because their designs do make it plausible), and I guess it got me to wonder “well what if Dark Choco Cookie ended up raising Tiger Lily, the one who was left on her own, instead?” Then a couple days ago that idea resurfaced and I started doing some drawings and coming up with ideas

So as shown in the first picture, in this au, sometime after his banishment (but before he joined the CoD, as that seems to have been a relatively recent point in the timeline), Dark Choco ended up in the Hollyberry jungle, and there he found a young Tiger Lily Cookie (around 4-6) all by herself. Maybe she was like, trying to steal his food or something. Anyways, he was shocked to find a small child in the jungle all alone, and tried to help her find someone that knew her or could take care of her, and then upon realizing that she really was all by herself, save for her Butter Tiger, he decided that he couldn’t just leave her there and took her in

And then things just go from there, he raises her and things ensue, not much else to tell you there

I do have more notes about this au, I just don’t know whether I should put them before the design details or after

Screw it, I’ll just put ‘em here

So as stated, this is before Dark Choco joins the Cookies of Darkness, and as such, in this au he never actually ends up joining them. Everything up to Dark Choco getting banished is still the same though

Also as such, Dark Choco is not a villain; a neutral party at worst

The two basically just travel around Earthbread, never staying in one place too long. They don’t really have a set home, but they’re fine with that. The one place they don’t go is the Dark Cacao Kingdom, due to Dark Choco being banished from there and him holding to Dark Cacao’s wish to “never come back”. They do go to the other Ancients’ kingdoms, but they tend to steer clear of the capitals, due to both social awkwardness and Dark Choco feeling uncomfortable with the idea of seeing his dad’s old friends after everything that happened. This is why Dark Choco and Tiger Lily have not met the Hollyberry royal family yet

For now, Tiger Lily Cookie is staying with the name Tiger Lily Cookie, which is a tribute to her Butter Tiger. Also I’m not sure what Dark Choco would call her

Because she was raised by a Cookie, Tiger Lily speaks proper Cookie language. That does not mean to say she won’t hiss or growl at someone

As Dark Choco no longer has an active ticket to the plot, I’m not sure when they’d show up. I want to have them appear during the Hollyberry storyline (since it’s relevant to Tiger Lily, Dark Cacao’s storyline is next and would be good for his development, and also the sheer chaos), but I’m not sure how to fit them in, other than them just randomly showing up

Speaking of which, Dark Choco is aware Tiger Lily looks a lot like Jungleberry, and he knows Jungleberry and Royal Berry were dating and has wondered if they’re related, but he doesn’t do anything about it because it’s been years and he has no clue if Jungleberry even has kids, and even then, he doubted Jungleberry would leave her kid out in the wilderness, whether intentional or not, and if she were dead, then Dark Choco Cookie doesn’t know any family of hers

As shown, Dark Choco Cookie ended up eventually forfeiting the Strawberry Jam Sword years prior to when he did in canon, due to his time taking care of Tiger Lily and him realizing that following the sword is not a path he can take anymore with Tiger Lily. It’s a decision between the sword’s power and Tiger Lily, and he chose Tiger Lily, and he’s much happier for it. As for what happened to the Strawberry Jam Sword, I’m not sure, but I do want to bring it back in somehow

Also the Butter Tiger is still here. It met Dark Choco Cookie not long after Tiger Lily did, but the two ended up reaching some form of mutual respect, as each saw the other truly meant the girl no harm. Butter Tiger does not have a name (other than Butter Tiger) out of respect, and Dark Choco treats the cat like an equal, knowing he’s not some mindless beast and is very intelligent

The second picture was just me messing with concepts, and just me wanting to draw Dark Choco doing her hair

Then after that I tried to come up with some actual designs for them in this au

So for Tiger Lily, I based her look mostly off of her Snow Warrior outfit and some Dark Cacao soldier outfits, though as I say there, I think she looks a bit too much like a Dark Cacao warrior, despite her never actually going there. I also originally gave her a guandao, but I changed it to just a normal spear because I thought it was too similar. I decided to keep her stripe markings because Butter Tiger. As for the eyes, I wanted to make them more normal, since she’s not a feral child, but I wanted to keep in elements of her wild upbringing, so I gave her slit pupils like Crunchy Chip Cookie (another thing I want to mention, while her eyes usually stay like this, they can sometimes go back to her usual eyes, typically when she gets surprised or is being feral). I also gave her a braid like Hollyberry’s huntress outfit, because I liked it and I thought it would be a good way to keep her hair long and not have it drag on the ground

Next for Dark Choco, I mostly drew elements from his most recent design. I made his hair longe because (mini ramble warning) I had heard something about how back in old Korea (I heard China did it too), there was this thing about how you weren’t allowed to cut your hair because it was something given to you by your parents, and cutting it was essentially like cutting off ties with your family (and also it was sometimes a criminal punishment?), and this seemed to be something that Dark Choco and Dark Cacao followed with their hair. Given Dark Choco’s short hair in his Prince of a Lost Kingdom costume, it’s likely that his hair was cut after his betrayal, whether by him or his father (I like to assume it was him due to his guilt over what he did and him thinking there’s no going back for him now). Something else I’ve noticed is that with his short hair, it never looks like it’s naturally that length, rather it always looks like it’s cut, leading me to believe he regularly cuts it as a way of punishing himself and not allowing himself to let go of what he did. Here though, he’s gotten character development and has been letting himself heal and start over, finding a new purpose in life, and thus, he’s let his hair grow longer. It’s nowhere near what it used to be, but it’s a start. I also gave him lighter colored clothes to symbolize the fact that he’s more positive, and is also more on the good side here. Also he has a different sword because no SJS

Anyways yeah, I think that’s all I had. I know I had a few more ideas I wanted to sketch out for this but I didn’t. In any case I hope you enjoyed this!

[quack-and-yellow]

A Change of Heart - Niklas Stark One Shot

This is supposed to be a drabble, but I got carried away. :))) My mind wandered to potential scenarios so I’m dreaming of a mini-series! I don’t trust myself with consistency right now though. :)))

Inspired by S2016-2017 Matchday 21 | Photo: x

Special thanks to @nosequeurlusar for the lead’s name! <3

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I knew it was over. Somehow in the middle of the commotion on the pitch and the jeers from the stands, the final whistle blew and ended all hopes of a win for Berlin. I didn’t remember hearing it. There were two things going on in my mind that time that were much louder. One, my heart is still healthy to withstand that kind of stress (thank you). Two, I will never fall in love with a football player (no thank you). It was one thing to stand there, cry your heart out, and get on with your life as soon as you leave the stadium. It’s another thing to stand there, cry your heart out, and go home wanting to cry some more – but with the obligation to comfort your partner. And I suck at comforting anyone, myself included. Hell, I could cry for a whole week because of something like this!

Tempers were still pulsating inside the Olympiastadion from the resulting last-second draw. My friends were cursing and booing along with the fans. Down the sidelines, there was a tangle of arms and fists between both sides’ subs and staff, with officials stepping in to stop the fight.

For me, it was all a background blur that I couldn’t be bothered with. I was staring ahead on the pitch where a lone figure was hunched amid the other players halfheartedly shaking hands with anyone within reach. I turned my attention to the huge screen, which focused on him just when he lifted his head, revealing a glazed look in his eyes. My own tears threatened to fall.

Niklas Stark. His handsome features clouded by pain and disappointment. I wasn’t used to seeing him like this. I mean, I’ve seen him sad before. I’ve seen his team lose before. But he wasn't this sad. Like he wanted to cry but somehow he couldn’t. Like he was trying to stay strong.

I was used to the happy Nik. The one who always returns my smile when I see him in our building. The one who politely nods and thanks the neighbors when they greet him and wish him luck. The one who couldn’t help smirking when he caught me dancing while waiting for the elevator. I wanted to die that time from embarrassment, and it would’ve been worth it. The way his whole face lit up even when he’s trying to hide his smile. It would’ve been worth it.

I was brought back to reality by a nudge from my friend Paulo as our group fell in line for the exit. “Let’s go, Mari.”

I nodded meekly. When I looked back, Niklas was already trudging towards the tunnel.

My friends were still talking about the match during the long walk back to the parking lot. I had nothing to contribute because I couldn’t focus on a single thought. I walked a few steps ahead of them and kept silent instead. By the time we reached Paulo’s car, they switched to discussing dinner. Lucy still voted for our traditional victory dinner – quesadillas – even if the game was a draw. Omar said it’s pointless to call it “traditional” if we would eat it with just about any result, to which Paulo agreed.

“Because I’m fucking upset,” Lucy snapped, rolling her eyes. “What do you think, Mari?”

That’s when I spotted Niklas walking towards his car parked not so far away. I knew it was him because I knew his walk. And his hair. And his car. I think I could recognize him anywhere.

“Mari? What do you think?” Lucy repeated.

I looked at her, feeling a surge of anxiety. “I think you should go ahead without me. Sorry!” And then I shut the door at her puzzled face and sprinted towards Niklas.

He was typing on his phone, his face half-hidden by his scarf and hoodie. I halted when he looked up, just a few steps separating us. Panic rose inside me. I forgot why I approached him. Maybe I never had a reason in the first place. I couldn’t turn back now, unless I wanted it to become another awkward encounter between us. 

I forced a smile. “Hi… Nik…”

Niklas continued to eye me suspiciously. He also had that I’m-having-a-bad-day-please-don’t-ask-for-a-selfie look, which I totally understood. 

I live three floors below your flat, my mind screamed at him. I own Herthinho the choco lab, the one you pet on your way out of the building last week. You even laughed at his name!

Obviously, Niklas couldn’t read minds. And I knew I looked stupid – even creepy – just standing there grinning at him. I took a deep breath. “I…” I began. My mind went blank. Nothing followed. “I…”

Niklas’ eyes squinted, which scared me. He looked mean.

“I- I just want to say hi!” I said in a hurry. I waved goodbye rather enthusiastically. 

“Wait,” Niklas said, and hope sprang up from my chest. “I know you. Starboy, right?”

I wanted to die again. He even remembered the song I was dancing to while waiting for the elevator!

“Ha,” I said wryly. “It’s Mari, actually.“ Short for Mariana, but not that it matters.

He could have remembered me as the one who named her dog after his team’s mascot for god’s sakes. How many funny moments has he seen in his entire life? Not many, I guess, if my stupid dance got stuck in his mind.

Niklas leaned against his car with both hands on top of the roof. “You’re going home?”

“Yes,” I said chin up, mustering any dignity I have left. I turned to leave but couldn’t find Pau’s car among the few remaining in the parking lot. They left me. For real. No problem. I’ll take the train. I started walking towards the exit.

“Do you need a ride?” Niklas called after me. “I’m going home too.”

I hesitated at first. But what the hell. It’s not everyday that I get to ride in a sports car. Or have a footballer drive me around. I shrugged and walked back towards his car, making sure not to look too eager.

***

Niklas’ car smelled of Irish Spring, which surprised me. I was expecting leather or pine. I like the scent though. It reminded me of my childhood, when my mom used to put the bar soaps in our closets, and our bed sheets and blankets would always smell like, well, Irish Spring.

When I was sure he wasn’t looking, I ran a hand along the smooth leather seat and studied the tiny lights on the dashboard. Everything still looked and felt new. And neat. Orderly. Like Nik’s hair. His fashion style. His driving. Niklas drove carefully and never peeled his eyes from the road. I stole a quick glance at him and noticed his serious expression. His jaw unmoving. No trace of the pain or disappointment from the game. I opened my mouth to speak, badly wanting to lash out. But another glance at him told me it’s not a good idea.

I shifted in my seat and looked at the window beside me. Berlin was starting to light up. I wonder where my friends decided to eat, if Lucy got to eat her victory quesadillas after all. I would have to explain in our WhatsApp group later.

Another stolen glance at Niklas, because I don’t know when I would get to see him this close again.

“If you look at me again, I will start to think you’re planning something bad,” Niklas said. His eyes were still on the road, but a smirk tugged the corner of his lips upward.

I slid lower on my seat, burying my blushing face in my scarf. Thank god it was dark. But just as quick, I sat right up and faced him. “I’m not planning anything,” I retorted. And before I could help it, I blurted out, “I’m just wondering why you’re not saying anything about the game.”

Nik’s expression didn’t change. He didn’t even bother looking at me. Or answering me for that matter. 

“You could scream and curse, you know. You could cry and I would understand because it’s so unfair,” I pressed. “I would’ve done the same.” Tears began to sting my eyes when I remembered their resigned looks. His, most of all.

Niklas kept driving. I leaned back on my seat with an exasperated sigh. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” I muttered in a last ditch effort to save face.

We drove in silence until we reached the parking lot of the residential building. I avoided his gaze as I waited for him to get his bags from the backseat, and even as we walked towards the elevator. I didn’t want to be rude by ditching him right then and there. He drove me home after all.

It was only the two of us in the elevator, and Niklas pressed his floor and, to my surprise, mine. He knew mine. I mumbled my thanks, and then we’re back to not talking again. In my mind, I was counting the times we shared the same elevator for him to remember my floor. When it dinged on my floor, I reluctantly glanced at him to say thank you and goodbye, but he walked past me and stepped out. The door almost shut at my face because I was still standing inside just gaping at him. I skipped out hurriedly. Nik would still not meet my eyes as I started walking to my flat. What the hell is wrong with him? Did I offend him that much? I was only trying to comfort him!

I walked ahead and stopped at my door. When I turned to face Niklas, he was already looking at me solemnly.

“I didn’t want to cry or get mad about the result because it’s not worth it. It’s already over,” he said quietly. “I have to learn to move on fast. Otherwise, football isn’t for me.”

I saw you collapse on your knees and almost cry after the game, I thought. Why hide it now?

I bit my lip and looked down instead. I didn’t understand what’s stopping him from crying or expressing his emotions. But it was useless to argue, not to mention rude. I wasn’t the one who worked my ass out on the pitch anyway. I wasn’t the one being blamed or criticized.

Niklas rummaged through his bag and fished out a jersey. “Here,” he said, handing it to me. “Don’t worry, it’s clean.”

I looked down at the jersey I was wearing – his jersey from the season he joined Hertha. “Thanks,” I said, forcing a smile.

Niklas nodded and started walking back to the elevator.

“Hey, Nik,” I called after him. He turned to face me. “If you ever want to cry or scream, just let me know. Not that I’m hoping for it, because it means a loss…" God I was babbling. “But I can do it with you!”

I said the last sentence with such determination, it made him smile.

“Thanks,” he said as he got inside the elevator.

When he was finally gone, I looked at the jersey in my hand. I closed my eyes as the soft fabric touched my flushed cheeks, its scent filling my nostrils. I can feel the quick, steady flutter of my heart.

I said I will never fall in love with a football player. I’m afraid I just did.

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Value Pt. 1

Aisha counts the coins carefully, dropping them into her cat shaped purse. The eight year old girl purses her lips in concentration, exerting all of her effort to keep count of her change. “Twenty-five...fifty…” She takes out a nickel, and squints at it. How much is a nickel worth again? She compares it to a dime, the smaller silver coin. “Mmm…” Aisha sticks her tongue out, pondering deeply upon this. What did Ms. Hudson say again?

“‘Just cuz’ it’s bigger, doesn’t mean it’s better!’” Aisha recalls out loud, singing softly. Yeah, that’s what Ms. Hudson taught her in class! So that means… With a new found confidence, Aisha drops the nickel into her purse with the rest of her money. “Fifty-five! Sixty-five!” The dime follows after the nickel, making a pleasant metal sound against the rest of the change. Aisha re-counts her bills once again. “I haaaave...el-even dollars! And sixty-five cents!” She grins to herself, proud of her math work.

Aisha glances back to the sleeping form of her mother. She’s sprawled out messily over the couch. Empty bottles of yucky-smelling juice surround her. Aisha’s mommy always drinks that funny juice. She calls it, ‘grown-up grape juice.’ Aisha can never have a sip of the grown-up juice.

The little girl walks over to her mother, and pokes her cheeks. “Mommy?” She calls out.

A groan is her only reply. Aisha giggles, and quickly kisses her mother on the forehead. “I’ll be back, mommy! I’m gonna get you some headache-pills! And ginger-soda for your aching tummy!” Aisha pauses, thinking for a moment. “And some choco-bars for myself!”

Another groan. Her mom turns over, smashing her face against the pillow. She must’ve drank a lot of grown-up juice. Aisha tiptoes over to the coat racket, and grabs her sweater. She slings her cat-shaped purse over her shoulder. Taking one last look at her mother, Aisha waves a good-bye. “I’ll be back!” She promises, and closes the door behind her.

It’s been a solid six months since The Joker broke out of Arkham, dancing out of the clutches of Gotham’s vigilante, Batman. It’s been some time the boss conjured another one of his insane plans to wreck Gotham, and Jose secretly hopes to himself, it’ll stay like that for a bit longer. Being paid by The Joker is a pretty penny, no lie, but each day Jose works for the supervillain is a matter of life and death.

The fact he survived this long among The Joker’s henchmen, already makes him an unofficial veteran - but Jose never lets himself get comfortable. And it probably meant nothing to the boss - hell, Jose doubts whether if The Joker knows his actual name. At the end of the day, the pay is what matters.

The boss is particularly restless tonight. Maybe it’s because he’s feeling cocky. Maybe he’s restless. Or maybe, Jose suspects, he’s simply just bored. Who can tell with the insane clown? Jose and a few other henchmen have been toiling behind the agitated Joker nearly all night. The Joker just couldn’t decide whether he wanted to rob a bank, or shoot up a club.

“Anything to get on the Bat’s nerves,” Joker chuckles to himself, just loud enough for Jose to over hear. “Should we draw him out tonight? It’s been such awhile since we fooled around - ah, but I don’t want to break my lucky streak! Hmm, choices, choices, what to choose, what to choose?”

“Say,” The Joker says, fiddling with his pocket knife. “You boys up for some donuts?” He asks offhandedly, gazing at a 7-11. It’s a lonely little place, built beside a vast parking lot. Jose and the others don’t answer. It’s not like their boss actually wants to hear their opinion, or valued them at all. The parking lot is practically empty, Jose notes. Good thing. That means there aren’t a lot of civilians running around inside the convenience store. Tough luck to the poor bastard who’s working the graveyard shift.

Jose adjusts the strap of his clown mask, and double-checks if his back-up pistol is in its holster. Everything is in its place. He signals the other men to follow the lead of The Joker, who is already sauntering towards the 7-11.

The Joker kicks open the doors with the usual dramatic flourish. His henchmen are close behind. The teenager at the counter jumps, tearing his gaze away from his phone screen.

“What the -” The moment the cashier caught sight of The Joker and his clown posse, he freezes up. “Shit.”

Jose twists his mouth in slight sympathy. Poor young bastard indeed. He can only hope the Joker will at least let him or one of the other guys kill the cashier. That’d be the best outcome for the guy. Jose would finish him off with a gunshot to the head. Clean and quick. Merciful. He certainly can’t say the same for the boss, who prefers to...draw out his kills.

The young man backs away, trembling. He only bumps into a wall of cigarettes and lottery tickets. His name tag glints under the fluorescent lights, reading Wilson. Jose averts his gaze, regretting that he learned the teen’s name. The Joker, on the other hand, takes an unmeasured amount of glee in the cashier’s terror.

“Why hell-o there, Wilson.” The way The Joker said his name was nearly a growl. Wilson quivers, his mouth hanging open.

“Hey!” A female’s voice rings out from the other side of the store. Jose glances to its direction. Another employee around Wilson’s age comes out from the Employees’ Room. She’s rummaging through her purse, not having glanced up yet. ��I’m heading out, so you can cover night -” She had the misfortune of bumping into the boss. Jose cringes to himself, slightly looking away. Damn, he hoped way too much when he thought there’d be at least only one person in this sad 7-11.

“Oh, sorry -” She gasps as soon as her eyes lie on The Joker. Jose can imagine his unnatural grin.

“Ah, yes. More help! Get behind the counter, will ya? So sorry to cut off the end of your shift but hey - the customer is always right, eh?” The Joker says in a conversational tone. He sounded so pleasant, anybody not directly looking at him would’ve mistaken him for an average but friendly nobody. Jose knew how his boss worked - he begins all normal and affable, just to freak out the victims. But he’s trigger-happy as hell, though. There’s no telling what sets off the boss, but one wrong slip-up, and anybody can end up on the floor with their intestines strewn out.

Jose saw that happen before, and god, he could only pray future victims of the Joker won’t be as stupid as the one who got gutted.

The woman only stutters helplessly in response. She glances in between the henchmen blocking the exit, and her other helpless co-worker. Jose grimaces. He tried not to think that if the woman just hurried a few minutes earlier, she would’ve been out of the cursed store, out of danger. Just a bunch of bad luck for these folks.

The Joker is a volatile madman, an agent of chaos, but if there’s one guarantee for his unpredictability, somebody’s gonna die.

Jose tunes out Wilson’s hysterical sobs, the woman’s uncontrollable sobbing, and The Joker’s unhinged cackles, and looks around the store some more. Nothing but rows and rows of junk food to see...the back row contains the refrigerated goods...a typical 7-11. On the bright side, maybe after The Joker was done psyching out and slaughtering the employees, they’d actually get donuts…

“Holy shit Jose, I think there’s a kid in here!” One of the guys, Thompson - an old timer like Jose, hisses. Jose snaps out of his thoughts.

“What? The hell d’ya - oh my god.”

Thompson was right - a kid, a little girl, is huddled in the corner, clutching a couple of candy bars and a bottle of ginger-ale. Her wide and dark-brown eyes stare unsure and a little fearful at the group of clown-masked men blocking the exit. She has black curly hair and brown skin, dressed up in a green hoodie and pink skirt. A cat-shaped purse is hanging by her side.

Oh, why does she have to look so much like...

Jose immediately scans the area for any other adults. There’s no sign of another soul hiding or cowering in the aisles. Anger instantly bubbles inside his chest. Okay, who the hell let their, what, seven or eight year old daughter wander into a 7-11 at one o’ clock in the fucking morning?! He would’ve never let Natalia out this late, hell, he never let her walked alone to school -

He takes a deep breath, his gaze sliding back to the boss. The Joker is grasping Wilson’s face, holding a knife to his cheek. Good. He’s distracted.

Glancing side to side, Jose makes a zipping motion across his mouth to the boys. They give subtle nods in reply. They may be good-for-nothing scum bags willing to work for a clown terrorist, but Jose knows all of them generally frowned upon murdering children. Jose looks back to the little girl quivering in the corner, and lifts a finger to his mouth.

The girl’s eyes dart around, unsure. To Jose’s relief, she mimes the action, lifting her hand to her mouth.

This draws a rare smile out of Jose. Thank god nobody can see what’s under his mask. That’s a good kid. Let’s just hope we can get the hell outta here without the boss noticing. Shifting his weight, Jose shambles over to the right. As quietly as he could, he blocks the aisle, trying to hide the kid from the boss’s sight. The others eye Jose doubtfully, the rest of them probably thinking there isn’t a chance in hell The Joker won’t notice. Jose grits his teeth. They should at least try!

He closes his eyes, letting his imagination run away with him. Where are the girls’ parents? Are they frantically looking for her right now? Maybe they rung up the Gotham police force already. Hell, maybe the bat signal is shining bright in the sky, and any minute, Batman’s going to come tumbling through the windows to save the day. Jose mentally kicks himself. Who is he kidding?

No parent - at least, no parent in Gotham city would ever let their child wander the dangerous streets, day or night, by themselves. Jose himself, he should know better.

Impulsively, Jose punches the wall. Damn! How is he gonna get the kid out of this?! Fuck, what sort of parents does she have -

“Mmmsomething the matter?”

He jumps, jerking his head up. Screaming and crying fills the air. Jose looks up, greeted by the sight of Wilson’s bloody face. A large gash is cut deeply across his cheek. Copious amount of blood gushes out of the wound, dripping all over the counter. The female employee sobs, completely out of breath from crying. She is trying to nurse Wilson, despite her unmeasured terror, attempting to stop the bleeding with her scarf as a make-shift bandage. The Joker boredly ignores their distress, strolling over to Jose.

“You just can’t find good service these days!” The Joker flicks the blood off his pocket knife. The madman’s eyes - they look like a pair of deathly pale green under the unnatural white lights - scour Jose up and down. Jose breaks a sweat, guiltily biting the inside of his cheek. Shit! He only drew attention to himself and the kid...He knew better than to glance over to her. He just has to act natural!

“What’s the ruckus over here?” The boss asks, grinning (as always and usual). Casually, he wipes the blood of his knife on one of the goon’s shirts. At this point, all of them were desensitized to The Joker’s sick quirks. “Woah, woah, don’t get too excited now! I’m trying to get us some good old-fashioned donuts but some people -” His eyes momentarily cast over to the hysterical teenagers behind the counters. Wilson is still howling from the pain, and the woman is crying her eyes out. “Can’t co-op-erate!”

Spinning around, The Joker pulls out a handgun, and fires. Jose hardly flinches at the sound of gunfire. It misses the woman by a few inches, and she screams, ducking below the counter. Wilson drops to the floor with her. “PLEASE, do st-o-p your yammering! I’m trying to have a conversation over here!”

The 7-11 employees’ cries subside to a quieter level. Another whimper - one closer - is heard in the background. Jose swallows, his throat dry. He’s been hoping too much tonight - doing nothing but hoping. If a god does exist, he must be laughing his ass off and giving the middle finger at Jose’s general direction, because praying and hoping weren’t doing jackshit.

Along with Jose’s heart sinking, the Joker’s eyes light up at the sound of the distressed child’s cry.

He pushes Jose to the side. Jose stumbles backwards, powerless.

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here!”

A/N: Damn, I planned for this to be a one-shot, but I wrote so much! :o I’ve been fascinated by The Joker ever since I watched a Wisecrack Philosophy video about him… (Go search it up, I highly recommend it!) I’m planning on writing a full-fledged multi chapter Joker-centric fic in the future, but I wanted to write a short story about him to test my hand…

So what do you guys think? Is the Joker in character? Any suggestions for me to improve! I’d love to hear from you guys!

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So I’ve been trying to do this darkrasp kid for ages, but I swear, I just cannot draw them

And it’s not so much from lack of ideas (I mean, I don’t have many ideas for them but I do have a few, though mostly for design), it’s just that I cannot will myself to. I think it’s because I’ve tried and failed to draw them twice already. It’s like when you’re trying to draw something, and it just doesn’t look right, so you erase and redraw the same thing over and over again, and by the end the paper’s gotten ruined from the constant erasing and drawing

I first tried to draw them way back in I believe March (which was…Christ like 4 months ago now), around when I drew Raspberry Cheesecake, as I was doing them both at the time. Hell I even mentioned the darkrasp kid in that post, and that they both existed in the same universe as second cousins, since I imagined that they would be finished next. And at that time I think I was doing well, I had an idea of where I was going

But the problem came in the form of their sword. See, Raspberry has a fencing sword (I believe a rapier), and Dark Choco has what I believe to be a greatsword. So I wanted to try and come up with something in the middle for this kid, something that still looked like a blade like Dark Choco’s, but not nearly as wide. Then I discovered basket hilt swords and decided that was the perfect solution

I was able to come up with the blade just fine, but then the problem came in the form of the hilt, because I just could not make a hilt that looked right for the blade. It looked like I stuck two completely different swords together, and the hilt always looked too small for the blade

I don’t have any pictures of the hilt, but I can show you the blade and how far I got in the original drawing

I really liked the blade and how it looks, but I could not get the hilt to look right, so eventually I just gave up and decided that I’d simply come back to them another day. However unfortunately, I didn’t, probably because I knew I still had no solution for the sword, and so they remained, currently being one of the two oldest requests I have, right next to velvetgatto (which I also mean literally, as the canvases are right next to each other)

(Also I should mention, the blade would have gone under the arms. Which now that I’m thinking about it, may have just covered up the hilt entirely, but also for the type of hilt I was going for, it probably would have still shown)

Anyways, so then, when we were flying over to England, I decided I’d take another stab at it, seeing as how I’d drawn Ficelle and he’d ended up pretty good, so I was on a roll it seemed

I was trying to just draw the character, and I got farther than last time, but on the plane ride, I couldn’t really focus and get much done, possibly because the plane was shaking a bit as we lifted off, and I can’t really focus on drawing in a moving vehicle. I also believed perhaps I was a little burnt out, like how I felt when I talked about Vanilly some time ago, so I thought I should just leave it for now and resume again later

But then, I never did, partially because I just couldn’t figure out where to go next, and this was all I had

I tried again earlier today, but I end up just staring at the screen. So then I thought “maybe I should just start over once more, start again with a clean slate”. But then I’m looking at the empty canvas, and I have no clue what to do

I think at this point the canvas might just be so tainted with the past failings that I can’t bring myself to think of anything. Like I’ve created this stigma against them, and now this one has been in a deficit and just mindset of “I’ll work on it later” that I just can’t think of anything

And it’s not so much a Zuccotto situation where I don’t do anything because I have no clue what to do for the character. I have some ideas, like they’re a swordsman and wear white (bc both Dark Choco and Raspberry have Costumes where they wear white), and that their hair has black and pink, with both streaks and a gradient that goes into the same pink (though I’m also considering the idea of changing the black to a very dark pink, in part because of a new name for them), but I just can’t draw them

I feel like I need to just start from the ground up; like I don’t have many ideas about their actual character, other than they’re a swordsman, and they seem to be a more nervous and/or cautious individual, possibly due to the legacies of both their lineages, but that’s not much to work with. Plus I’m realizing that sounds a bit too much like Choco Madeleine. But then what should I do?

Oh also, something I was gonna mention but didn’t know where, I’m also thinking of changing their name. Originally it was Black Forest Cookie, since I couldn’t find any big thing with dark chocolate and raspberries, so just change raspberries with cherries, but now I’ve got two new ideas in the form of Black/Dark Raspberry Cookie (bc black raspberries), or Raspberry Jam Cookie (bc of my recent headcanon that Dark Choco and his dad have some jam in their dough flavor, and here it would end up being raspberry jam)

Honestly, at this point maybe I should just delete the original canvas and just make a new one, because the original has just been tainted at this point