#slowly getting through the amazing artists I admire

[blitzy-blitzwing]

I commissioned RavenouScorpian on twitter to draw Lady M and she came out amazing!!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

[estellan0vella]

Shinies Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU

The tattoo parlour buzzes with its usual lively energy, the hum of tattoo machines blending with the low chatter of clients and artists. You're comfortably settled on the couch, sketchbook in hand, working on a new dragon design Sukuna asked you to create. Megumi is sitting on your lap, happily colouring in an empty sketchbook you've given him.

Sukuna, Toji, and Geto are busy with their own work, the atmosphere one of casual camaraderie. You glance up from your intricate dragon sketch to see Sukuna leaning over a client's shoulder, giving instructions while Toji and Geto work on their own designs.

Megumi looks up at you, his eyes shining. "Y/N/N, look at my dragon!"

You smile, admiring his colourful, albeit abstract, dragon drawing. "That's amazing, Megumi! You're getting really good at this."

He beams with pride, returning to his colouring with renewed enthusiasm. You refocus on your own work, the detailed dragon slowly taking shape under your skilled hand.

Suddenly, Yuji's voice rings out, breaking the peaceful rhythm of the shop. "I got the shinies! I got the shinies!"

You look up to see Yuji darting through the parlour, clutching a handful of piercing needles gleaming in his little fists.

"Oh shit," you mutter under your breath, already anticipating the chaos.

Sukuna's head snaps up, eyes narrowing as he spots the needles. "Yuji! Put those down right now!"

But Yuji, giggling maniacally, is already zooming around the room, dodging chairs and clients with surprising agility. "No way! I got the shinies, Suku!"

Toji and Geto exchange amused glances before springing into action, joining Sukuna in the chase. Yuji is a small blur, weaving through the parlour with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

You sit back on the couch, holding Megumi a bit tighter as you both watch the scene unfold. "Well, this should be interesting," you remark to Megumi, who giggles.

Sukuna, Toji, and Geto make valiant attempts to corner Yuji, but the kid is too quick, darting under tables and around clients who watch the spectacle with a mix of amusement and confusion.

"Yuji, give those back!" Sukuna's voice is stern, but there's a hint of laughter in his eyes.

"Nooo! I got the shinies!" Yuji yells, his laughter echoing through the parlour.

Finally, Sukuna manages to outmanoeuvre Yuji, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and lifting him into the air. "Alright, kid. You're in air jail."

Yuji squirms, still giggling, as Sukuna holds him up like a kitten. "Nooo, Suku! I don't wanna go to air jail!"

Ignoring his protests, Sukuna turns back to his workstation, still holding Yuji aloft. He glances over at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Babe, remind me why we keep this one around?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "Because he's adorable and keeps life interesting? And there's the whole legal guardian thing"

Sukuna chuckles, nodding in agreement as he sets Yuji down on a stool, making sure he can't escape. "Alright, brat. Stay put and no more grabbing needles."

Yuji pouts but nods, accepting his temporary imprisonment. "Okay, Suku."

With the chaos momentarily settled, you turn your attention back to Megumi, who is looking up at you with wide eyes. "Y/N/N, can I have a dragon tattoo?"

You smile, reaching for a pen. "Sure thing, Megumi. Let's give you the coolest dragon tattoo ever."

Megumi's face lights up with excitement as you start drawing a dragon on his arm, carefully detailing each scale and fiery breath. He watches in awe as the dragon takes shape, his excitement palpable.

As you finish, Megumi beams at his new "tattoo." "Look, Suku! I got a dragon!"

Sukuna glances over, raising an eyebrow. "Nice work, babe. Maybe you should be the one giving tattoos around here."

You laugh, shaking your head. "Oh yeah, let's give the epileptic the tattoo gun. Brilliant idea, Kuna."

He smirks, shrugging. "Hey, you've got the talent for it. Just a thought."

Megumi shows off his dragon tattoo to Toji and Geto, who both nod approvingly. "Looks good, kid," Toji says, ruffling Megumi's hair.

Geto grins. "Better than some of the first tattoos I've seen."

You lean back, watching as Megumi proudly displays his new artwork. Yuji, finally released from his stol confinement runs over to admire it as well.

"That's so cool, Megumi! I want one too!"

Sukuna rolls his eyes but smiles. "Alright, alright. Maybe later. For now, let's keep the shinies where they belong, okay?"

Yuji nods, bouncing with excitement. "Okay, Suku!"

As the parlour settles back into its usual rhythm, you can't help but smile. Chaos or not, these moments are what make life with Sukuna, Yuji, and your makeshift family so special. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

Mortality Defined

Masterlist Word count: 1.6 k Halsin x Reader Read on AO3

Summary: You are a human, Halsin is an elf. Your lifespan is much shorter than his and he wonders if life is worth living if you're not in it.

Writer's note: I don't know why but I still can't post a full work here. I don't know why. Tumblr just doesn't allow me to add any words to these one-shots. If anyone has any solutions for me, please let me know. I'm getting frustrated.

The year changes from sunlit beach days to a sunset of leaves. Halsin always admires this time of year. The dying of the world in anticipation for new life. It's a wonderful thing and something he often ponders on.  A year is an hour in the long, long lifespan of an elf. In Halsin's busy and chaotic life it feels more like a second, but these past weeks travelling with her and the other friends he made felt like centuries. She, so humble and kind, carried the world on her shoulders.  He feels he will never understand her fully. She is human. Where he has already lived 350 years, she will get a 100 if she's lucky. With their way of life, it will probably be less. A human's body dies around them every second of every day after they're done growing.  She was 27 when they embarked on their journey to safe Faerun, a young adult in human years. When he was 27 he was just latching off the helping hands of his parents. She told him she had been living on her own since she was 18.   Now she's 32 and has been living with him since the Absolute was put down. He can tell she's slowly ageing. She is forming some smile lines and little crows feet at the corners of her eyes. Halsin hadn't really thought about elderly people as his kind doesn't visibly age much after a certain point, but then he was confronted with Shadowheart's mother who looked so frail. It suddenly made him realize that she will someday look like that as well.  Even so, there's this thing that is only found in those that are human. The phenomenon of the Impenetrable Human Spirit. A death grip on life, refusal to let go in the direst of times. When all the odds are stacked against you but you refuse to let them define you. Which sounds strange until you meet a few humans in time of war. After he realized that, he understood why so many Flaming Fists are human.  He hopes he'll never have to witness it again but to see someone so fiercely cling onto life while any other would have already perished in the same circumstances is truly a sight. Humans are a force to be reckoned with. Even with their short lifespans, they try to put something worthwhile on this plane. They want to feel accomplished.  'Halsin, dinner's ready,' her angelic voice calls from inside and Halsin snaps out of his trance. 'Did you want to eat outside?' He looks over his shoulder through the open backdoor of their cosy little cottage, straight into the kitchen where she is plating up dinner. She's a wonderful cook, an amazing partner, and a great artist. His days are spent trying to find the best way to worship her being in hopes it'll buy her another year.  'That'd be lovely. Thank you.’ She walks out with two plates and a smile on her face. He takes his plate from her as she sits down on the grass next to him.  'You were so far away all day,' she notes with her smile still on her lips, 'where did your mind go?'  'My heart, you would not want to know.'  'Don't worry me, love. You can tell me.' Halsin takes a second to compose himself, playing with his food for a second. She always tells him everything, what reason does he have to keep his worries to himself? She'll understand. She always does.  'I was pondering your mortality.'  'How so?'  'Well, I have nothing but time, but that is not the same for you. I have lived over three centuries. That's three, maybe four, human lifetimes. You are merely a tenth of my age and yet you feel like an equal.' He looks over to her, a somber smile now plays on her lips.  'That's not all, is it?'  'It is not.'  'Are you worried you will be alone after I pass? That you won't have enough time to know me?'  'Something like that, yes.'  'Something like that?' 

Read the remainder on AO3

[onim5]

Luffy x fem reader

Warnings: Angst,

"This is weird .:.:."

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I lined out the strawhat from memory and made small straw deatails. The whole week had I been trying to get a good look on his strawhat to get it as acurate as possible. I began to color it carefully to make sure it looked good. Strawhat Luffy had saved me from a collapsing building, I had given him some money as thanks, but it didn't feel enough. That is why I began making this.

I snuck around the corner and saw him, strawhat Luffy. I felt a smile grow upon seeing him. "Man, she's so annoying. Why can't she just leave me alone?" Luffy complained to his crew. My smile dropped, and I kept myself hidden. "You saved her life. Don't expect her to not show any grattitude." Nami answered with a frown.  "But she's such an idiot and she's been so close, and I swear she's been trying to steal my hat." Luffy said, taking a strong hold of it. "Just ditch her." Zoro exclaimed. "Oh yeah, I can do that." Luffy smiled. Sanji hit them both and then started to explain that ditching a woman is wrong and that they will be leaving the day after tomorrow anyway.

I silently walked back to my place. When I was far away from them, tears fell. The painting of Luffy's strawhat was done. I gave it a beautiful frame and then began writing a note. I hurriedly got to the Sunny and left it in the kitchen on a table. Then I began running away, sniffing and actually crying while doing it. It hurt to know he thought of me as an annoying idiot.

Usopp watched from the Sunny hearing the crying of the girl Luffy had saved. He scratched his head and walked into the kitchen.

"Joho, SANJI MAKE DINNER!!!!!" Luffy yelled happily. He got into the kitchen like a rocket and quickly noticed something on the table. He walked up to it and saw a beautiful painting of his strawhat. His smile grew, and he quickly admired it. He reached out to the little note and read it.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Here's a gift as thanks for saving me. I hope your journey to becoming king of the pirates will be amazing and fun.         :)

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Wow, it looks just like yours." Sanji said, entering the kitchen. "I know, right?" Luffy showed the whole crew proudly and happily. He was grateful. Many of the annoying actions I did made sense to him now. "I already seen it. It's just weird cause she cried while leaving." Usopp explained, settling down at the kitchen counter. "Huh? Why would she cry?" Luffy asked, confused. "Probably since we're leaving, and she might never see you again." Robin explained.

The next day, Luffy waited for me to show up, after all, all the other days I had. He waited patiently. He wanted to thank me for such an amazing work, personally. "Did you thank her?" Robin asked as Luffy entred the Sunny. "No, it's weird she normally shows up right before me multiple times a day." Luffy explained with a frown. "Luffy, do you remember when you called her an annoying idiot?" Nami asked, a theory forming in her head.

"Uh, yeah, but I don't think she is one now." Luffy said, confused. "Usopp said she was crying while leaving the Sunny, so what if she heard you?" Nami explained with a harsh tone. At first, Luffy just blinked in confusion, but then his eyes widened in realization. "But, I don't think of her like that anymore!" He protested. "SHE DOSEN'T KNOW THAT!!!" Nami yelled with disappointment, clear in her voice.

"But, I don't think of her like that anymore, I, I even want her to join us, as the crews artist." Luffy whispered sadly. The crew quickly split up into groups to try and find me. I didn't take long for them to find my home, but I wasn't there. The day they were supposed to leave came, and I slowly walked back to the village. I carried an empty basket and made my way through the small town. "There you are!!!" A voice came from my right. Two rubber like arms circled around me multiple times and hugged me. I looked up at Luffy and felt how a sad cloud formed on the inside.

You already cried for this guy. Don't let him get into your head. I thought reassuringly. "What do you want, Strawhat?" I asked, squirming a little in his tight hold. "I'm sorry, I don't think of that way anymore. I think you're pretty cool and amazing." Luffy whispered, leaning his head on mine. I understood the situation completely, and I didn't really know what to do.

"Luffy, I honestly don't care anymore." I said, trying to get out of his grip. I have been crying and thinking about it, and I refuse to get dragged down by a guy I meet this week. "Oh, great, then you can join my crew!" Luffy cheered. "Huh?" My eyes widened. Like hell I will, you still hurt me! I thought, trying more than before to get out of his arms. "Hey! Stop it, you're getting us tangled!" Luffy tried to tell, but his arms went, here, there and . . . . Yeah, it's too late. "OI, LET ME GO!" I yelled as I couldn't move anymore. "I can't . . . . We're tangled." Luffy said, surprise clear in his voice.

A sigh left my lips as I leaned on Luffy's arms.             F.       U.        C.       K.        Luffy began walking away to his crew. "Hey, guys." He said in his normal happy tone. Why is he so happy? We're stuck. I thought in disappointment. "LUFFY THAT'S NOT A GOOD WAY TO HOLD A LADY!!!!" Sanji yelled, running up to Luffy and I. "We're tangled." Luffy explained. Sanji's face fell in with disappointment. This imbecile. He thought. "Is anyone good with nots?" Luffy asked, holding up his arms a little to show the mess.

Robin worked with Luffy's arms to get me out. "Did you thank her for the painting?" Robin asked, moving one of Luffy's arms. "Oh, right. Thanks for the painting." Luffy grinned. "You're welcome." I mutter tiredly. "So when are you guys leaving?" I asked. "You mean, when are WE leaving, you're a part of the crew, remember?" Luffy smiled. "Eh, no, I'm not. I never agreed to that." I explained in annoyance. "But, you said you didn't care about what I said, and I apologized." Luffy said in confusion. Robin was done lirking with his arms, so now Luffy could just let go of me, but he didn't.

"Why don't you wanna join my crew?" Luffy asked now slightly annoyed. "Because I have a dream." I murmured. Luffy knew he couldn't come in my way towards my dream, and he lost some hope. "What's your dream?" He asked low. "I wanna settle down with a lover and spend my days with him." I explained quietly. Luffy's grin grew. "I be your lover and the Sunny be our house. There we go. Your dream is now set in motion, I go get your stuff and some flowers. That's what boyfriends do, right." He mumbled, jumping down from the Sunny to go to his new girlfriends house. "Huh? That's not how it works! " I yelled, moving to the Sunny's fence. Only to realize he's gone.

Franky walked into the sunny, deep in thought. I slumped down on the fence. "He called me an idiot, but he's clearly the idiot here." I mumbled out loud. "We know." The crew said behind me. I turned around, surprised. "Miss, if you don't wanna join the crew, we can bang into his thick skull that you're not coming." Sanji said, lighting a cigarette. "I won't survive a life at sea, I'm too weak." I said with a hint of guilt. "I protect you, I'm your partner after all." Luffy said from down below. He jumped up and grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's grab your stuff." Luffy smiled, and within some seconds, we're gone.

"Luffy, wait!"I found some bags, pack your clothes." Luffy! Don't touch that!" "Do you want this with you? That one is cool. Did you make this? Can I have this?" Thanks, yes, it's just food it's not actually edible."

"LUFFY!!! YOUR GONNA BREAK MY STUFF." Luffy held the broken pieces of the vase. He looked up in fear at me and saw my sad eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I make you a new one. Just please don't be sad." Luffy hurried, panicking a little. He'd had what, been your boyfriend for 20 minutes and already screwed up.

" Luffy, go to the Sunny, I will take care of this." I sighed, taking a broom. "Promise you come to the Sunny, please." Luffy said, throwing the vase pieces in the trash. "Luffy, are you sure you want me?" I asked, cleaning it all up. "Why wouldn't I be?" He asked, confused. "You called me an annoying idiot, and then you change your mind and all of a sudden make me your girlfriend. Isn't better if you just left me here?" I asked, feeling weird. "I called you annoying because you were so close upfront to me, but now I know it was so you could make that painting. When I said you were an idiot, I referred to all the weird excuses you made to try and hold my hat, I thought you wanted to steal it. I'm sorry."

"Then I felt bad because you only wanted to thank me. I waited for you to come to me, like you have done previously, and as I waited, I remembered how fun it was to just have you around. I thought about how warm I felt spending time with you. So when I say I become your boyfriend I mean it. I want you next to me, and I'm willing to protect you from all the danger as long as you stay." Luffy confess. Does he even know how romantic he just was? Can I even refuse him now? Do I want to refuse him? "I be at the Sunny soon, don't worry." I smile at him. He looked realived and walked up to me.

"I be waiting for you." Luffy put his hat on my head and gave me a confident smile. And not long after, was he out. I took his hat off and looked at it. As I packed, tears of happiness fell after a while. I had three big bags, with clothes, books, art, art tools, other stuff, and my dairy. Grabbed the bags and carried them on my way to the Thousand Sunny. I took a long way and left notes at people I consider friend's homes. "Goodbye." I mumbled.

Luffy hung at the fence, waiting. Very soon, would she come, very soon. He squinted his eyes, and in the distance, he saw her. Laughing, Luffy jumped down and immediately grabbed my bags and me. Only a few seconds later, we were flung into the Sunny. "Let's eat dinner!" He cheered. I put his hat back on him and smiled. "I made you a new vase." He grinned, running away and was back in a second holding proudly in his hands a . . . . . Uh, well, a? "Thanks, uh, Love. I put something I love in it." I smiled, taking it from him. Wait, this is painted papper, with  a lot of glue. Oh shit.

I ate dinner with the crew, and we all got better introductions than before. Sanji had served me a lot, so I sneaked some food over to Luffy's plate, which made his eyes sparkle. "Um, where can I put my stuff, and where do I sleep?" I asked. "As the Captains girlfriend, it's only right you sleep in the Captains chamber." Franky grinned. "Oh, yeah, right." I smiled nervously. Luffy looked up from his plate in confusion, didn't he sleep with the other dudes, in bunk-beds? "I show you the way." Franky said standing up. In the corner of the kitchen Sanji let out an aura of jealousy.

"Wow, Luffy is so orgonizeid." I said surprised. Walking into the room, it had a big bed in the middle and a nice window. Some beutiful flowers was decorated and so was the painting I made on the wall. Luffy snuck his head into the room a meat bone in it. "Where did this come from?" He asked, walking in. "I made it for you and you're partner, captain." Franky said proudly. Luffy opened a door in the room finding a personal bathroom.

I talked to Robin about books when an arm grabbed me. "God night." She said with a smile as I seconds later I get dragged away by the rubber arm. Not long after I laid next to the idiot aka new boyfriend. "Good night Y/n." He mumbled as he snuggled up to my body. I blushed madly and listened to his snores, eventually I also fell asleep.

The end

[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

Hello!

I nosedived into the TF fandom recently again and oh boy! Did I kick up some good memories!

I know your blog is mainly about seekers and the elite trine in the G1 continuity; but there’s some cool seeker lore in the TFA continuity as well that you may be interested in. And by “cool”, I mean kinda the transformers version of human experimentation angst.

In a few episodes (and in comics prior), it featured the Jet Twins who were split-sparks. These were originally two “low class” grounders who nearly died while doing their job. The Autobot Elite Guard thought that was a fantastic opportunity to take some of Starscream’s seeker CNA to attempt to code it into their nearly dead grounder bframes, hoping they’d gain flight abilities to help them win the war since no autobot had flight abilities at that time.

Pretty sure it was non-consensual too because the Elite Guard saw them as disposable if it didn’t work yikes.

It did work.

A brilliant artist ddrew an amazing art where as an adult (yeah they were teenagers at the time too), they grew up to be much more seeker like. The artist is pastelpaperplanes: https://www.tumblr.com/pastelpaperplanes/190148811408/we-havent-seen-our-favorite-flier-twins-in-a?source=share and https://www.tumblr.com/pastelpaperplanes/188841825893/consider-jettwins-hitting-a-huge-growthspurt-due?source=share

I was wondering how you think Starscream or the elite trine would react to their adult seeker forms and how they came to be.

I love them so much; am the owner of the ask-the-jettwins blog from years ago (I love their Russian accent!)

I’m relatively new to the TF fandom so I only really know about G1, RID2015 and Prime(because I watched Prime and RID2015 as a kid), I haven’t really looked into TFA yet but boy that looks amazing :D

For starters, seekers are very proud members of the cybertronian race, their flight frames are something to be adored and admired and they are well aware of that. But while seekers may be vain, they also have a very strong sense of family and recognition, their frames are what help them communicate, seek prey/energon, and they’re each very unique.

When you have a bot that was originally a grounder, you have a lot of things that don’t line up, Ie; wing hinges don’t move at full capacity, they don’t have the necessary fire power for proper flight, their internals can’t process the high grade needed to keep their systems CLEAN in order to run properly, ect. Because of this seekers don’t see those bots as seekers, they refer to them as aerial bots. (Or aerial brats in some seekers’ case)

Now that’s not to say seekers are purely against anyone else with wings. They’re closely related to praxins(not to be confused with Praxians), those who hold door wings, and get along well with them. Seekers are just insulted by the audacity that some try to mimic their frames.

That being said, originally I think Starscream and the other seekers would be extremely put off by the twins, the attempt itself would also probably insult Starscream and make him want to throw a tantrum but that’s a completely different story. Buuut considering they have seeker CNA it’s safe to say that Starscream(to him unfortunately) would feel some sort of connection as seekers recognize their creators/sires/sparklings through vocal and em field components.

Of course the jettwins would likely have under developed vocal modules if their wings hadn’t come in, it’s likely their nanites were slowly developing the frame to follow the proper schematics and it took so long because they didn’t consume metals like seekers should. (This also begs the question on wether or not they would have seeker coding, ie sky thirst and the hunting protocols but I’m gonna say they were probably either locked or not there because they were originally grounder frames)

Though as I said before, while a connection would be established to both Starscream and his Trinemates, they wouldn’t understand WHY. These little ground framed brats look nothing like seekers and Starscream wouldn’t stoop so low(he would). He doesn’t care for it! (He does) But Starscream would make an effort to find out why, and once he does oh lordy is he angry. Not at the twins no, but the Autobots.

Of course their frames would be a … gentle topic. Not entirely sure what to make of them or why they feel so uneased by it, though as the twins start to grow in and develop their wings it should be an immediate cause for excitement, after all there hasn’t been new seekers in millions of years. I believe there would be fascination on both ends, not to mention some fussing from Starscream the moment he finds out there’s wings coming in. Skywap would likely be less ready to jump in considering the kids are with the autobots but Thundercracker might be a little more flexible(key word might).

When those adult frames come in that unease turns to camaraderie, they’re no longer seen as something that doesn’t belong, especially if everything develops properly. To be honest, Starscream would probably take it upon himself to teach them HOW to be a seeker.

So tldr; Starscream would probably hate the twins but still feel something for them but as they get older he feels a better connection. His trine and the flock would act with the same unease at first before settling into companionship if the frames developed properly and wholly. If not then they would be treated like aerial bots.

But hey, that’s just fun little take with feral seekers in mind :)

[ellieswaifu]

MUSE. ellie williams x artist!reader.

summary: modern/college!au – ellie williams x fem!artist!reader. SFW! ellie has always had a crush on you, the girl who sat right in front of her in art class.

a/n: also hi i’m back looool (not proofread per usual)

The setting sun bleeds through the curtains of the art room, painting the walls in a soft orange that met the subtle undertones of your skin as you gazed right up the girl who had been standing frozen between the doorframe. Her backpack slung loosely over her shoulder and her short brown hair tousled lightly down her neck, partly tied at the back of her head as she grips the door handle. You were also quite frozen in your seat, arm lifting a paintbrush to a blank canvas with your eyes staring back at her. You wondered what she was doing, standing there with an unwavering stare like a statue.

It had been about an hour since class had been dismissed and you found yourself in a staring competition with a fellow classmate; a classmate you were quite fond of, a classmate you were quite attracted to. How could you not? It was Ellie. She was smart, creative, and ambitious, all equally matched her dashing good looks. She was very popular with the ladies, including you, and went to lots of parties, a crowd you never really thought of joining. It was strange being in a situation you would never have guessed to be in with this person. And after moments of unending eye contact, you finally broke the ice.

“May I help you?”

“O-Oh,” Ellie twitches in surprise after realizing how long she had been staring. “Sorry, I-I just forgot something. Didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s okay, Ellie. I don’t mind,” you reply, setting your brush down against the table.

“I, uh, I didn’t think you’d know my name.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, smiling lightly at her statement, “Are you kidding? What kind of person do you take me for? You sit right behind me.”

She was very well aware of this after the countless stares, including this one, that she had shamefully indulged in during class as you worked beautifully on your art. Beautiful. It was a word she often associated with you. Every time she looked at you; beautiful. She had developed this secret crush on you since the beginning of the year, having no courage to act on her feelings other than stare at you directly from behind for at least an hour each weekday.

Ellie slowly walks towards her desk, right behind you, “I know… But I mean, we don’t really talk so I… I don’t know. I thought I’d be like a blur to you… If that makes sense.”

“Well, don’t sell yourself short. I see you clear as day,” You play with the tube of oil paints with your fingers, smirking softly at her.

“What do you mean?” Ellie blinks at your reply, looking hopeful, hoping for the chance that you might like her the same way she likes you.

“I’ve always admired your work, Ellie. You’re amazing.”

Ellie’s shoulders drop, slightly disappointed, but also appreciative of your opinion of her and her artwork. “Thanks... So what’s got you stuck in here still?”

“Nothing. Just easier for me to do it here, than in my own apartment, I guess. And I like the quiet and the windows. Especially right when the sun sets. Besides, paint is so expensive now,” You roll your eyes, looking over to the almost empty paint tubes your professor let you use.

Ellie’s green eyes light up as she remembers the little stash of art supplies occupying the corner of her dorm room. “Uh, well, if you ever need some oil paint, I’ve got plenty, if you’d like. My dad always gets me art supplies but always in different mediums because he doesn’t know exactly what I use so I always have extra supplies I end up not using. I-I mean, if you want. I mean, I don’t oil paint, so...”

You can’t help but smile at her endearing mannerisms, watching her nervously rub the palm of her hand with her thumb, “That’s sweet of you, Ellie.”

A smile curves under her nose in triumph as her eyes slowly pan over to your easel, “It’s empty. Your canvas.”

“Oh. Yeah, I’m… I’m having trouble picking a subject. I kinda sat here for a while doing nothing, staring at it but I can’t think of anything yet... Except…”

Ellie raises her eyebrow, “What are you thinking?”

“A portrait. Well, obviously. But, I’m thinking… I could paint you? If you’ll let me.”

“Yeah,” Ellie says almost embarrassingly fast. “I mean, yeah, sure, if you think I’d be a good reference, yeah.”

You smile, “You’d be perfect, Ellie.”

Ellie begins to lose focus, mind fast forwarding to the time the two of you would be spending together. Painting was a slow process, especially one for an oil painter. She became grateful that you were one. Not only were you an amazing artist, but you spend a long time trying to hone your craft, so the time she’ll be sitting as your model would take more than a couple of days. Time with you. An excuse to be with you. Finally. After staring at the back of your head, watching you work as she sat behind you with constant adoration, she thanked whoever it was that led up to this moment.

It’s the fourth day of her sitting on this old brown stool you pulled out from the classroom closet. Ellie sits in her usual pose; relaxing, slouching slightly, a foot planted onto the floor while the other sits on the footrest, staring at your face as you painted. She found that you had a face you put on as you concentrated on your work — a sight she would’ve never gotten to see from sitting behind you in class. She was grateful for this experience, to be able to see you like this, putting most of your attention on her. The first day, she was quiet, seemingly nervous as she fiddled with her hands every time you would turn to look at her, making her almost want to look away, knowing her cheeks would be getting redder by the second. Now, it was easier for her to control. She was more confident, at ease and often finding herself babbling about her aerospace class like the nerd she is.

And you looked beautiful, as always. It felt different, sitting in front of you, rather than behind. She couldn’t look over your shoulder to see your work anymore, like she always does. Only you. In a way, she liked this better. She liked watching you work, watching how gentle your brush strokes were, how precise and calculated they were, how your technique never faltered and how amazing the canvas looked when you put your strokes together. But now, she could only see you. Your hair tied loosely away from your face, your eyes darting back and forth between her and the canvas, your apron tied around your pretty waist, a pencil tucked behind your ear, the way your eyebrows furrow in frustration when you can’t get something right, and the way you occasionally take a couple steps back away from the canvas to inspect everything thoroughly before diving right back into painting. You were quiet and concentrated, even when you gave small hums of affirmation when Ellie would talk.

And all Ellie could think about was how pretty you were, standing there, so unaware of the thoughts of you that filled her brain, masked behind her small but many talks of her space class.

“How’s it going over there?” Ellie asks curiously, scratching the back of her neck as she continues to grow more and more nervous under your stare.

“It’s… going…” You mumble, putting the end of your brush between your teeth, biting it slightly in frustration as you think.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s missing…” Your sentence drifts, incomplete, as your eyes pan slowly over towards her once more, this time never leaving.

It only takes a second for you to put your brush down against your palette before walking over to where Ellie was sitting, stepping into her bubble, leaning down dangerously close to her face. Ellie twitches in surprise, eyes widening at the sudden closeness you two shared.

She could smell you. The soft fragrance that was so… you. She could see your eyes scanning every inch of her face, making her conscious of what she looked like during each passing second. But you were so close. It felt intoxicating.

So, she couldn’t help herself. Ellie brings her hands up to rest them on your hips, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, one of her thumbs going through the belt loop of your jeans. Her eyes trail up to yours before darting down to where your lips were, sitting there so plump and delicious, practically calling out to her like a moth to a flame, as you continued to stare down at her. You loved the feeling of her hands on your body and you decided to respond by wrapping your arms around her neck, brown locks slipping through your fingertips.

If she could just tilt her head to the side a little more, lean her head upwards closer, she could just…

“Freckles... I was missing your freckles,” you sigh dreamily, already forgetting about the painting as you continued to stare at the girl in front of you. You bring your hand up to caress her face, thumb brushing softly over her eyebrow, paint smudging lightly against her skin, “You have a scar…”

“Yeah…” Ellie breathes, unable to take her eyes off your lips as you spoke softly.

“Where’s it from?”

“I… I liked building things as a kid. I tried to make a robot… Never worked, obviously, so I… I pulled it apart and destroyed it with a knife and I messed up with the angle I was cutting it with, and accidentally flung it towards my face.”

You hum in amusement, a smirk tugging at your lips, “I think the scar looks good on you.”

“You think so?” Ellie says, hands shifting slightly to rest underneath your sweater, feeling the skin of your waist, inching you closer towards her body, between her legs.

“Yeah,” you say lowly, before coming close to press your lips slightly towards her ear to whisper, “It makes you look sexy.”

Ellie can’t help but close her eyes, releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding. The way you looked at her right now made her feel like she was on fire. Her face was burning up surely, but her heart was beating so fast it felt like it waking explode.

“I wanna kiss you,” she says, almost desperately.

You smile and run a hand through her hair, tugging on it lightly, making her groan lowly against you. “What’s stopping you?”

Ellie’s lips curve into a cocky smirk as she looks up at you with nothing but affection in her eyes, watching you like you were the most beautiful thing on the planet. “Nothing.”

And then, her lips pressed against yours with a gentle eagerness as her hands pulling you by your waist. It’s a moan that tugs on her heartstrings and is the cause of all the butterflies in her stomach. She discovers you like pulling at her hair when your paint-stained hands tug on it for the second time today, groaning against your lips at the feeling of your hands in her locks.

You pull back and smile when you see the subtle but visible pout on her lips, “How was that?”

Ellie can only shake her head and mutter two simple words desperately, “Not enough.”

And she dives right back against your mouth, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. Your hands trail down from her hair, resting your palms against her shoulder to find your balance, the kiss making you all dizzy. You unknowingly leave paint all over her shirt and her neck as she groans against your lips, seemingly never wanting to part from you ever.

You pull away again, both of you out of breath, lips hovering over each other as you regain your focus.

“I think we—” Ellie steals a kiss from you as you spoke. “Really need to—“ And then another. “Get back to—“ And then another. “Work!” You exclaim with laugh, pushing Ellie’s shoulders to keep her from coming closer even thought she had her arms wrapped around you still.

“I like kissing you,” Ellie says, hypnotized by you, how she felt like she was holding the literal embodiment of art in her arms. And finally, the words she’s been dying to tell you since she’s known you: “I like you.”

And she kisses you again, softer this time, humming lightly against your lips, hands treating you like porcelain. You tasted so good to her. She couldn’t help but want more. You moan in surprise as you feel her tongue drag across your bottom lip and instinctively, you open your mouth only slightly, but it was enough to push her tongue against yours, groaning in satisfaction, the taste of your tongue even more addicting. The grip you had on her shoulders only grew tighter as you kissed her.

“Mmhm, Ellie,” you moan.

Ellie groans into your mouth, immediately falling in love with the sound of your moans, squeezing your hips tighter, wanting to hear more from you before you move your head back to look at her. You stare down at her skin, thumb brushing over the freckles you wanted to kiss one by one.

Ellie pulls away with a smile, confidence growing by the second, “Yeah, baby?”

You roll your eyes and smile, leaning down to peck her lips once more, “I like you, too.”

And you kiss her again as she smiles into your lips. Your unfinished canvas was long forgotten as Ellie continues to distract you with her lips as your hands paints her skin.

You make a note to remind yourself to continue what you started, the painting and the kissing, both inspired by the muse which was Ellie.

a/n: thank u for reading my loves :)

[idontplaytrack]

✧ You think so?

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, some mentions to injury

In which reader decides to teach herself how to skateboard, and surprise AJ

Requested? Yes / No

AJ was an amazing athlete, you’ve always admired her for that. And was envious of her capabilities. At times. As predictable as it was, you were more of an artist. So, you stayed away from sports since you were…clumsy. But one day, you felt like doing something. Trying something new. And that’d be teaching yourself to skateboard. Not sure how that would go, but you were excited to learn. Now that it was summer, she had more time on her hands to get back into skateboarding. Well, that meant you had a lot of time to kill as well. It was the last summer before college began in the fall and that wasn’t something you were particularly keen on thinking about right now. The idea of college freaked you out, even though you didn’t have much to worry about seeing that you had already been accepted and offered a full ride.

Since she was out with Gabi for the day, you decided now was a good time to start. Going over to the designated cupboards, you took out one of AJ’s skateboards and a set of protective gear then headed out to the back porch. You put on the helmet, elbow and knee pads then sat down to think it over, suddenly hesitant. You looked up some videos and all, but eventually the only thing you managed to do was get both feet on the board. You were steady though. Getting on and off a few times, you finally decided to push yourself a little and move. Luckily, that ended well and you thought that was enough work for the day on skateboarding so you didn’t want to push your luck and get yourself injured during your very first attempt.

That took you a good half hour or so. After putting everything back from where you took them, you decided to get back to reading the book you were halfway through. Lighting a nice candle, you were now curled up in the armchair with a blanket, a cup of your favourite tea and the book.

You nodded off after some time, only stirring awake when you heard the front door unlock and someone walking in. Wait, not just one person. Gabi lived here too, so obviously they got home together. The three of you shared this ground floor apartment.

You slowly opened your eyes and saw AJ looking at you. “Hey.” She smiled.

You returned the smile, replying, “Hey, you’re back. Hi, Gabs.”

“How was your day-in?” Gabi asked.

“Pretty good.” You answer, “Had a nice nap.”

The taller sister chuckled while AJ smooches you on the cheek, “We brought home dinner. I’m glad you got some rest, you were so stressed this week.”

“I’ll go take a shower first, you guys.” Gabi said.

“Okay.” You and AJ answered in unison. As Gabi disappeared into the hallway, AJ pulls you onto her lap.

“What?” You ask her with a laugh.

“Nothing.” She tells you while wrapping her arms securely around you. You knew that’s all that was, you loved being in her arms. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. AJ loved holding you too, no matter what. She was big on physical touch and you loved that.

“What were you up to today?”

You gulped, “Nothing much. Did some reading instead of writing for once. Then I fell asleep.”

She couldn’t help but laugh endearingly.

“Ha ha, very funny.”

She rests her chin on your shoulder, not saying anything.

“Well, how was your day?”

“It was good, it’s always nice to hang out with Gabs.” AJ answered, “Missed you though.”

“It was only a few hours.” You chuckled. Her fingers combed through your hair, massaging your scalp, which you greatly enjoyed and appreciated. You had been feeling a bit of a headache coming on over the last several hours.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Mm.” You mumbled, “Head hurts a little but I’m okay.”

“Alright, if you’re sure.” She plants a kiss on your shoulder.

————

“Baby, I cannot believe you did that!” AJ said through giggles, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Hey, I didn’t fall. I made it through the whole thing.” You pointed out.

“You nearly—”

“Ah.” You stopped her, tackling her with a hug from behind, “But I didn’t. I’m perfectly fine. At least I think so.”

“You think so?” Dylan nearly snorted trying not to laugh.

“Can we go home now?” You tugged on AJ’s arm.

“Right now?” She narrowed her eyes at you suspiciously, “I thought you wanted to go to that—”

You hooked your arm together with hers, practically clinging onto her while you leaned closer.

“We’re still on for tomorrow, right?” Stacy asks.

AJ nodded, “Of course!”

“She’s being very clingy.” Stacy bites back a laugh, “Girl, you better not be sick or something.”

“I’m not.” You promised.

You and AJ said bye to Stacy and Dylan. Gabi had a dinner date with Chantal. But anyway, you two were on your way home. “You better be okay.”

You sulked, “I swear I’m fine.”

Silence lapsed between you and her for the rest of the ride, but you were just sitting there, not bothered by it. This wasn’t unusual. You could feel her looking at you every now and then, though. Not a single word was exchanged until you both entered the apartment and settled down. She adjusts the thermostat, sits down on the couch, and turns the TV on. Gesturing for you to sit yourself on her lap, you quickly obliged and made yourself comfortable. “You wanna talk about it?”

“AJ, it’s just some bruises I got from teaching myself how to skateboard.”

“Some bruises?” She gulped.

“My shins. And my shoulder.” You gave her a sheepish smile.

“Your shoulder?” Her eyes went wide, her finger went underneath the thin fabric of your t-shirt, lifting it to assess your said injury. She cringed internally, “Oh my God, baby.”

“I’ll manage.” You mumbled, now clinging onto her like a koala, head nuzzled in the crook of her neck.

“And you’re doing that, how? By holding onto me like a baby?”

“I’m fine, but they still hurt.” You whined, “Let me have this, okay?”

AJ chuckles, hand stroking your head, “Of course, honey. As long as you’re happy. I’ve got you.”

You smiled, eyes fluttering shut due to the soothing motions of her hand that was now rubbing your back. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Dunno.” You mumbled, breathing out heavily.

“Can I get up to go see what I can make for dinner in a bit?” She asks quietly. You nodded. But until then, you gladly stayed put in this state, letting yourself relax and soak in the attention she was giving you.

About thirty minutes afterwards, you were curled up on the couch while AJ was in the kitchen preparing dinner. You didn’t know what she was cooking— she didn’t tell you yet, but it smelled delicious.

“Baby?”

“Hm?” You glance at her for a second.

“Why’d you decide to teach yourself how to skate?”

“I wanted us to be able to have something we could do together. Well, something new.”

“That’s sweet.” She beamed, “Hearts aching a little bit that you got those bruises, but I love that you can skate now.”

You let a chuckle slip, “Me too. But just for fun though.”

🏷️Tag list:

@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartandstuff @pda128

💭A/N:

Wanted to finish up this lil fic before I went to bed but not my best work. Anyway, enjoy☺️

[merbear25]

Hey hi! Can you do romantic hcs with prussia, France and Belarus x reader who likes to draw them and does it all the time. Thanks! ^v^

Oh my goodness, what a cute idea for you to send in! I loved considering how they’d feel. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written for you.💜💜

CW: SFW, gn!reader, fluff, headcanons/scenarios

When you like drawing them (Prussia, France, Belarus)

Prussia

Of course, you would want to draw him! He had such dazzling features, so he’d be more than happy to strike a few poses for you.

He was far from shy and bashful so would be sure that you caught his good side (all of his sides were his good side).

It would go without saying that whatever you drew, whether or not it was of him, would be showered with compliments. He admired your artistic abilities. On the days you were overly critical of your art, he’d be there pointing out specific things he adored about each work of yours.

Even though he had a loud personality, the drawings you did of him when he wasn’t paying attention and simply doing mundane things got the strongest reaction out of him. This reaction was quiet in comparison to the others but was felt the most deeply.

He could understand why you’d want to draw him in a pose or doing something iconic, but seeing how much care you put into capturing his quieter moments made his heart skip a beat.

Such things were deemed as unimportant to him—not worth capturing, especially when the method was talent based. Why you thought the opposite was a mystery, and yet he was thankful for it.

France

You flattered him, honestly. He would ask if you had any specific ideas in mind so as to help pose if need be. Any props you needed him to hold to get the proportions just right would gladly be modeled with.

He did his best not to sneak peaks because he’d rather it be a surprise. Needless to say, he was nothing short of amazed with whatever the final version was—the artist was near and dear to him, meaning each work was cherished by him regardless what it was of.

There were plenty of moments he looked over at you, admiring the way you furrowed your brow in concentration. Some of the motions you made while thinking through the positions got him chuckling.

When you asked what was so funny, he waved it off by saying a random thought had crossed his mind.

There were no favorites of his. He enjoyed every style you drew in. Sure, he had a preference towards the softer and cuter depictions of himself and the other things you drew, but that never meant he saw the darker choices you made as less than extraordinary.

He enjoyed art and drew from time to time, so he’d offer to set time aside to do it together—forming a stronger bond was the overall goal.

Belarus

She wouldn’t enjoy it at first. Her insecurities would come through, ruining the precious bonding potential it held. The main reason for the cold shoulder it signaled was her not fully understanding why you wanted to.

You showed her some cute doodles you did of her, and that was what changed her mind. She came around, albeit slowly, but eventually learned to appreciate it for what it was—a sign of your adoration for her.

She’d want to sit next to you and watch the process unfold. However, she was horribly awkward about it. When you looked up at her coming over to you, she chickened out, blaming you for making her feel weird about it.

You didn’t think much of this behavior. It was just her way of attempting to reach out, so you ignored it and showed her the drawings once having finished.

The more open you were with showing your works, the more comfortable she got to the idea of you drawing her. Deep down, she enjoyed how you portrayed her—there was a beauty and delicacy in the strokes you made.

When she felt enough at ease, you had some stern-faced company looking over your shoulder as you drew. That was fine though. She was simply mesmerized by your technique and wished to observe it was all.

[rosesnink]

artist and writer love

i'm a day late, but let me love y'all anyways

starting with the writers-

@princess-geek & @missameliep - my sweet, beloved dani and debora, my closest friends in this hellsite. it's been almost six years since we became friends (where did the time go?!) and my, what a ride it's been! you guys have been my rocks for longer than anyone, and i can't imagine writing without telling you girls about it, and i hope that one day we may meet and take the writing world by storm! i love you both and i hope that more years are ahead of us

@storyofmychoices - sweet dani, you organizing this every year and making of this fandom something easier to make is no small feat, and i'm thankful i've been getting to know you personally and to call you a dear friend <3 thank you for not only giving us this, but also write such amazing cute little drabbles that just warm me on terrible days

@aria-ashryver - my beloved aria, getting to know you these past months has been the sweetest treat. you're not full of light because you ARE light itself, wherever you go, it seems to follow you, even across the sea, and despite going through it you remain kind and loving, which can be difficult. i really admire you and i hope to one day be half the woman and author that you are

@lilyoffandoms - lils, you have been there from the beginning of my fandom journey, and while we've had our bumps, you're a key part of my life, and i like to read your stuff from time to time, because it's seriously awesome, and your art?! it's so unique and really stands out from the others, to the point where i say 'oh, lily has posted new art!' without needing to double-check who posted what. thank you for putting up with me, which is no small feat, and to more years together! (also, maiele is next on my mcs interacting victim)

@thosehallowedhalls - queridisima cee, even though we haven't known each other for long, you've become so dear to me, and i confess i couldn't bring myself to write more of nerea's journey without you being here, cause it seemed pointless if i couldn't send you spinnets and gush over how nerea is slowly gravitating towards bas, but now that you're here... get ready, cause nere's story has just taken off, and things are about to get interesting!

@dutifullynuttywitch - cherie, your ocs are beautiful, your writing is simply poetic and gorgeous and you are such a sweet person, i smile when i see you on my dash, and even though you gravitate more towards rc these days (and i do not blame you, it's going to the dogs lately) i'm thankful for your presence and i hope we can begin properly talking this 2025! merci for everything, chou <3 (salut from spain!! and pardon my hyperbasic and terrible french lol)

@aallotarenunelma - sweet aallotar, i couldn't cap the writers section without finishing with you because it'd be basphemous. each of your ocs are so unique, detailed and perfectly written, and you give them a part of your finnish culture, which makes them stand out from the crowd, and are so richly-crafted, it's easy to fall in love with them. you are one of my prime role models for both as a person and creator, and i hope that one day we can meet and give you all the hugs you deserve, since i plan to study abroad in the north someday

and now, moving onto the artists...

@erixadraws - sweet erica, your art is outwordly, such a calming and colorful painting that i want to stay in, and raya is such a gorgeous and sweet girl, i enjoyed writing her with my dear brienne, and i love to gush over tfoa with you! thank you for your amazing drawings, which aren't short on magic. seriously, you should animate a children's series someday!

@oh-so-youre-a-nerd - queride elliott, your art is simply out of this world, and you always manage to take it to a new level i thought impossible, and your magic hands can do the most outstanding things i've ever seen in my fandom career, but most of all, i'm thankful for our friendship and how you've always been there for me in every aspect <3 thank you for everything, el <3

@cadybear420 - dear cady, your edits are simply fabulous, you always manage to outdo yourself and each of your mcs are so developed, so unique from one another and you add it a certain touch that always makes me go 'oh, that oc must be cady's!' because they all have that cady magic few can master, and your presence in the fandom is a much needed breath of fresh air!

@swallowandsun - lily, i know that you and i met on another fandom, but you being here makes me so happy, and your ocs, no matter the fandom, are always so amazingly made, and fit the narrative so well, it's admirable, and your gifs and videos?! chef's kiss. the fandom's not ready for you, girl!

@zhoras-bitch - i know that rn you're mia, but you're such a sweet person, and i think of your edits and ocs thrice a day, and getting to know you and see you grow has been a treat, and i hope i can see you again here, at your own time and pace ofc <3

and you, don't worry if you didn't have a shoutout from me, there's more days to come ;)

@choicesfandomappreciation

[stacywaters]

Purple Ink (RM)

[Words in bold are in Korean]

I begin another doodle on my arm. It's nearly filled now with sketches from my ballpoint pen.

"Seriously, I can't believe your soulmate's never asked you to stop. Your drawings are everywhere at this point" my friend Stacy laughs.

I finish up the rose I'm drawing, "I'm sure they love my drawings. They've told me themself."

Stacy sighs, "I wish my soulmate talked to me more.. do you think I'll ever find them?"

"Easy. Just write your name really big on your forehead, they won't miss you."

"That is FAR from a solution, Y/N."

I laugh and look back down at my arm. A small heart appears next to the flower.

----

A Weverse notification interrupts my thoughts as I walk through the door. "RM started a Live" I open the live.

Namjoon and Hoseok are painting. I giggle as Namjoon spills some ink on his arm. Shutting my phone off, I go to take care of the pile of dishes in the sink.

As I pull my sleeves up, I notice a splatter over my wrist.

"What the.."

I run over and grab my phone. Pulling up the app again, I stiffen at the sight.

Namjoon's purple ink stain covers his wrist, a few splatters on his palm. Exactly like mine.

"No way... it can't be" I mumble.

Slowly, I grab a pen and write a small note on my arm by the splatter. Like clockwork, it shows up on his arm: "Namjoon?"

-----

The next few days, twitter had been blowing up about us.

"Namjoon's soulmate is an ARMY?"

"Guys! She knows! She found him!"

"Aww, that's sweet. Let's be happy for them."

"Wait, you mean they haven't met yet?"

I sigh, bringing my head to my hands.

"What do you want to do about it?" Stacy asks.

"I don't know.. I'm happy but I'm sad and I just don't know what to do. I'm surprised that he's someone I've admired for so long, but I feel dumb for not ever noticing. And I never imagined meeting my soulmate would be like... this. What if ARMY hates me? I don't want to cause him trouble. What if-"

"Relax, girl. I've only seen supportive comments so far. Everyone knows that you can't control soulmates, I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Yeah, I just, i dunno." I slump down in my chair, "it's not like I'll ever get to meet him anyways. It's a lost cause."

"Hey! Chill out. What you need to do is give him a way to find you."

"Such as?" I grumble.

"Such as posting your art online. I've been telling you forever, your creations are too good to keep to yourself! And if you post them, soon enough either he'll find you or ARMY will"

"That's... that's not a bad idea."

And that's how you got here. You'd been posting for two weeks now, but only had about 12 followers.

"Trust the process! He'll find you. It takes time to build an account." Stacy assured you.

"I just feel like the art should be for me, not a faceless algorithm."

"I'm sure he'll find you. He sees your art every day."

"I hope so" I mutter.

-----

I scrolled on my phone half-awake. I couldn't fall asleep, so I decided to explore my feed on instagram. Suddenly, I received a like. And another like. And a follow. And soon enough, a message.

"Who..." I mumbled.

My eyes widened as I see the message they sent me. (Messages by them are in THIS COLOR, messages by you are in THIS COLOR :))

"I'd recognize your art anywhere"

I shiver at their words. Looking at their account, it doesn't help in figuring out who this is. A part of me carries a small hope. It must be Namjoon! He must have found me! But I don't want to get hurt.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Namjoon :) You draw on my arm all the time.."

No... no way. It can't be. What am I supposed to say to my soulmate? What if it's just Stacy pulling some sick prank on me?

"Hmm, prove it then."

Suddenly I feel a tingling sensation on my wrist as words begin to appear.  'Hello artist'. I quickly scratch out a message in our chat room.

"Oh my god, it's really you! I never thought I'd find you.."

"Well you did :) I love your drawings by the way. I'm a big fan."

"No, that's what I'M supposed to be saying. You're music is seriously amazing. I can't believe I get to be your soulmate.."

"You're so cute"

I blush. Not sure what to say, I wait for him to speak again.

"How long have you known?"

"That I'm your soulmate haha"

"Oh, uh, I was watching your live with j-hope"

"Ah, so when I spilled the paint on myself? That isn't very romantic..."

"Well, I'm glad you did regardless."

A question sits at the back of my throat. Suddenly my fingers begin to type it.

"How did you find me?"

He begins to type.

"It's actually kind of similar. I've been following you for a while now. I found your page maybe, two weeks ago? You didn't have too many posts up at the time but as you started posting more, I guess I just kinda realized one day. Like your drawings felt like home to me. And one day I was looking at your art on my Lock Screen, and then down at my arm, and it just hit me. So I decided to message you haha"

"Dfbivaldhflvahf ok wait you made my art your Lock Screen?"

"Shoot. Shouldn't have sent that part"

I giggle.

"Um, I guess where do you live?"

"No no not like that-"

"I feel like I'm messing this whole soulmates thing up already??"

"Like do you also live in Korea or..?"

"Ah, no.. sorry. I live in (INSERT COUNTRY NAME)"

"Don't be sorry! Y'know.. we're actually going to be doing a comeback soon with a tour :D"

"I'll talk and see if we can go there!"

————

I shiver in the cold hallway. He told me to meet him here, is he still coming? Maybe I should leave.. NO! That's silly. He's coming, Y/N. Just be patient.

Suddenly I hear sneakers squeak against the tile. Turning to my left, I notice him. Him. The boy I've been messaging for 7 months now. The one I've been waiting to meet. The one I love.

His dark hair bounces as he runs, star-like shimmers glimmering in his eyes. He slides in front of me, skidding a bit on the slick floor.

"It's you, you're here, I" He pants.

"Hi Namjoon" I smile.

Suddenly my head goes blank. All those months of texting, and I have nothing to say.

"Erm, good luck with the concert."

He checks his watch, "Oh, right, haha. I was so excited to meet you that I forgot about the concert."

"Hey! ARMYs paid good money to be here tonight. Don't forget about them because of me"

He smiles and pulls me into a hug. We swing from left to right as we talk. After around 15 minutes, a staff member informs us that we have to go for him to perform.

Once he leaves I sink down to the floor, clutching my phone to me. I daydream about reality, the moments only seconds ago that somehow already feel so distant. Wonder when I'll see him again. Wonder if it'll be soon.

"I can't believe she's his soulmate"

"I know, right? I mean, is the universe sure that they're destined?"

Laughter from the two staff members pulls me out of my lovely daze. Why are they so rude? What did I do? Do they assume I don't know Korean just because we spoke in English?

A third girl working there spoke up, "C'mon guys, let's not be so mean. We don't even know her yet!"

"Yeah, but like, have you seen her?" The previous staff questions.

"Yeah, what about her?"

"She's just... not what I thought she'd look like."

"She could be listening now," the third girl said, "I think she seems perfectly nice. You should give her a chance."

Without another word she walks out of the room and into the hallway, where I was listening. I look up to her from the floor, my eyes glistening with tears.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! You must have heard them. They're like that to everyone, don't worry."

I nod and turn away, "Yeah no, it's just... old insecurities coming back"

"Well don't let them," she smiles, "I, along with I'm sure Namjoon, think you're gorgeous."

I laugh, "Thank you. You are too"

"I have to be! It's hard keeping up with my worldwide handsome boyfriend" She jokes.

"Wait, are you?"

"Minji, Kim Seokjin's soulmate" She grins.

We talk together while we watch the concert from the waiting room. Apparently she's been with the boys for 2 years, which is a little intimidating. Am I going to have to meet them later? What if-

"Everything alright?" Minji asks.

"y-yeah!" I nod.

"Don't worry, you'll be okay"

I turn to her. Did she know? Suddenly, Namjoon and the rest of the members pour into the room.

He pulls me into a hug, "How did we do, baby?"

I blush at the nickname, mumbling, "You guys were amazing"

"Were you nice to Y/N?" Seokjin asks Minji.

She sighs, "yes, but Ari and Chaeyeong said stuff about her"

"What did they say?" Namjoon yells.

"They were just being rude. Talking about what she looks like and if she's good enough for you, and...y'know"

Unknowingly, I had begun to tug harder at Namjoon's shirt while tears threatened to form. He pulls his arms tighter around me, "Hey, hey, it's okay. You're perfect. Don't listen to them, Minji's right. They're always like this. We are all here for you, we love you. None of the things you're insecure about mean anything to me. To me, you are perfect."

"I-I.." He pulls away to look at my face.

"You're crying but you're smiling.. I don't understand"

"They're happy tears" I grinned, "Because, I can't believe the universe thought to give me the luck that is you."

[twistedturnstill]

Neteyam x OC

Niraya belonged to the Omatikaya clan. Best friends since childhood, she and Neteyam shared an immediate bond. Even with Neteyam's increasing responsibilities as the future clan leader, they still managed to find time to hang out.

"Your own ikran now! That's amazing!" Niraya exclaimed as Neteyam landed after a recon mission.

A week passed, Niraya, engrossed in weaving and singing, hadn't yet undergone the Iknimaya ceremony. Her passion lay in artistic pursuits, moving closer to that milestone.

"Yeah, it's an exhilarating experience," Neteyam grinned, dismounting his ikran beside Lo’ak's, "Your turn will come soon."

Lo’ak, teasing as usual, chimed in, "Niraya, you better hurry with that ikran training. It's like you're growing roots instead of wings!"

Neteyam chuckled at Lo’ak's jest, "She's carving her own path, and she's doing wonderfully."

Lo’ak winked at Niraya, "No doubt about that. But flying alongside your mate on an ikran, it's a whole new bond, Neteyam. Something you're yet to understand."

Niraya blushed and playfully nudged Lo’ak, "Don't be absurd, Lo’ak. I'll get there when I'm prepared."

As Lo’ak dashed off, Niraya and Neteyam began catching up on the time they'd missed. Unspoken feelings simmered beneath the surface for Niraya, her admiration for Neteyam slowly transforming.

There were moments when she felt a flutter in her stomach, a racing of her heart, whenever they were together. Neteyam, despite his impending role as the Olo’eyktan, was different around her, more relaxed and genuine. Although Niraya harbored these emotions, she believed Neteyam was far too engrossed in his training to reciprocate her feelings. So, she buried her emotions deep within her and kept her friendship with Neteyam intact.

Interrupting her thoughts, Neteyam's voice brought her back to reality, "You know, I could take you on a flight if you're up for it. We could even go today."

"Wait, really?" Niraya responded in surprise, her eyes widening at the unexpected offer, "It's getting late, though. Are you sure it's a good idea?"

Neteyam grinned, his adventurous spirit evident in his eyes, "Why not? We'll be back before dark."

As he started climbing a nearby tree, Niraya followed suit, her curiosity getting the better of her. The sun was casting long shadows, creating a sense of magic in the air as the two of them ascended the tree.

Their fingers brushed against each other as they reached the top, their hands interlocking naturally as they shared a knowing smile. With the ground below them and the sky above, they took in the breathtaking view of Pandora's vibrant landscape, a world filled with wonder and possibility.

"Niraya, you ready?" Neteyam's voice was lighthearted, his eyes reflecting the same excitement that bubbled within her.

"Absolutely," she responded with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, her heart racing as they approached the edge of the tree's platform.

With synchronized movements, Neteyam called out to his ikran, a melodious chant that resonated through the air. Responding to his familiar call, the majestic creature glided towards the tree, its wings slicing gracefully through the currents of wind. With precision and grace, the ikran landed upon the branches, its large form fitting perfectly among the sturdy limbs.

Neteyam turned to Niraya with an inviting smile, "Niraya, I want you to meet my ikran. She's a part of me, and I want you to experience this with us."

Niraya's eyes widened with a mix of awe and excitement. She watched as Neteyam skillfully climbed onto the ikran's back, their connection evident in the way they moved together. The ikran responded to Neteyam's touch, her wings extending in a display of power and beauty.

With the same assurance he had with his ikran, Neteyam turned his gaze towards Niraya, extending his hand towards her, "Niraya, come join us. Climb on, and let's share this flight together."

Niraya's heart raced, a combination of nerves and anticipation. She took Neteyam's hand, their fingers intertwining as he helped her climb onto the ikran's back. Once settled, she marveled at the sensation of being so close to the majestic creature, the rhythmic beat of its wings resonating through her being.

As they descended from the sky and landed back on the familiar branches of the tree, Niraya's heart was still racing from the exhilarating experience. She couldn't contain her excitement as she dismounted the ikran, her eyes shining with pure joy.

"Neteyam, that was incredible!" she exclaimed, a wide grin on her face. "I mean, I knew it would be amazing, but that was beyond anything I could have imagined."

Neteyam's own smile was infectious as he nodded in agreement. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Niraya. It's a feeling like no other, isn't it?"

They began to walk back to their homes, the fading light of the day casting a warm glow over the landscape. Niraya was practically bouncing with energy, reliving every moment of their flight as she talked animatedly.

"The wind in my hair, the rush of air against my skin—it felt like we were part of the sky itself," she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Neteyam chuckled softly, finding her excitement contagious. He listened intently to her words, appreciating her ability to find wonder in even the smallest details.

As they walked, Niraya couldn't help but notice that Neteyam seemed quieter than usual. She looked at him curiously, her excitement momentarily dimmed by concern. "Hey, Neteyam, you're unusually quiet. Is something on your mind?"

His smile remained, his eyes softening as he glanced at her. "I'm just enjoying listening to you," he admitted. "You have a way of making even the simplest things sound magical."

Niraya's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink, and she playfully nudged his arm. "Oh, come on. I'm just rambling."

Neteyam's smile grew wider, and he reached over to give her a gentle nudge back. "No need to be modest. It's nice to see you so happy."

Their laughter filled the air, a comfortable familiarity settling between them. Niraya couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her at his words, but she couldn't help feeling that there was more to his quietness.

They walked side by side for a while longer, the soft rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of Pandora's creatures creating a soothing backdrop. Finally, Niraya couldn't contain her curiosity any longer.

"Okay, spill it, Neteyam. You've been quiet for a while now. What's going on in that head of yours?"

Neteyam's smile turned into a grin, his eyes holding a mischievous twinkle. "You really want to know?"

Niraya nodded, her gaze steady and expectant.

He let out a soft chuckle before speaking, his voice sincere, "I've been enjoying watching you, Niraya. Your excitement, your enthusiasm—it's contagious. You have a way of making everything feel brighter."

Niraya felt her heart skip a beat at his words, a mixture of surprise and warmth flooding through her. "Well, I guess I can't help being a little passionate about things," she replied with a shy smile.

"Passion suits you," he said softly, his gaze unwavering. "And to be honest, I've always admired that about you."

A playful grin tugged at Niraya's lips, and she nudged his arm once more. "You're just saying that to make me blush."

Neteyam chuckled, his expression genuine. "Maybe a little," he admitted.

They walked in companionable silence for a few moments, the air between them charged with unspoken emotions. Then, Neteyam's smile softened as he spoke, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

"Niraya, there's something I want to tell you," he began, his eyes meeting hers. "I've known you for so long, and our friendship has always meant a lot to me. But lately, I've started to feel something more."

Niraya's heart raced as she looked at him, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

He took a deep breath before continuing, his voice steady, "Niraya, I care about you. More than just a friend. And I realized that spending time with you today made me realize how much I enjoy being around you, how much you mean to me."

A warm and gentle smile formed on Niraya's lips, her heart fluttering in response. "Neteyam, I feel the same way," she admitted, her voice soft but earnest.

His smile brightened, a mixture of relief and happiness evident in his eyes. "Really?"

Niraya nodded, her gaze steady as she met his. "Yes, really."

As the evening sun cast a warm glow over them, Neteyam extended his hand towards her, his smile growing wider. "Then how about we walk the rest of the way home like this?" he suggested, his fingers waiting for hers to intertwine.

Niraya's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as she placed her hand in his, their fingers fitting together naturally. "I'd like that," she said, her voice filled with a newfound warmth.

[coannaa-bee]

Wait, you write for Burgh? Can you please make relationship headcanon for him please? -🦐

Why of course I can!!

Burgh relationship headcanon’s

(slight possible suggestive themes)

Throughout the whole relationship, Burgh can be fairly clingy and it shows. He just wants to express his love for you!

“Darling! There you are! I’ve been looking for you!”

He will latch onto you and will nuzzle up against you and pepper your face with kisses.

You two both have much time together but when you two do, sometimes, Burghs pokemon will come out for some attention to and will all snuggle closely and the Pokémon would talk and giggle leaving you and Burgh smiling and laughing.

Burgh would get slightly embarrassed when you bring up the fact that all the bug type pokemon he brings in from Pinwheel forest are almost like your kids. Burgh will think a LOT on that but in a good way!

”A-ah! Uhm, yes! I’m fine just.. thinking..”

He’s just sweet and a huge artist, he would talk about his everlasting love with bug types and art. When he talks about it, catching him off guard is an amazing idea. Kiss him and he’ll freeze up not knowing what to do.

“Darling..! I-you..”

You’ll kiss him again and you talk about how much you love him and how much he talks about his love for bugs and art. This would make his legs weak.

Brushing your fingers though his hair a lot while cuddling. You two will lay in bed or on the couch while his head lays on your stomach or chest as he talks about what’s bothering him, you’ll brush your hands through his hair and kiss his forehead. His eyes are full of love and glossy. He will make sure to keep you close.

Burgh is a man who has much emotion. In the mornings, he’ll hold you close to himself as you’re both half awake. He’ll slowly guide himself as he kisses parts of your exposed neck. He’ll slowly have his hands guide down the sides of your body. You can tell he’s getting a bit excited.

He climbs on top of you before he lays you on your back, you whine as your hands guide to his hair as you tugged on it. He leaned down as his soft lips grazed yours into a deep kiss.

He broke the kiss and before it gone farther, you tugging his hair slightly rougher causing him to stop and realize.

“Oh my! I’m sorry, so sorry!”

You giggle at his reaction and stated that it’s okay and he basically collapses on your body as he snuggled you closely feeling embarrassed about it all.

Either way, the relationship would be sweet and NEVER sour. Simply just love and comfort all the way though and all Burgh wants is love and admiration from someone who would listen and love what he does.

>>💎💎Don’t copy/steal or translate on any page please and thank you for your time🌹🌹<<

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Mexi, my dear, I'm here to remind you that you are an absolute delight--as I'm sure you already know! 😌 When it comes to your writing, you create these amazing worlds that draw us in, you're not afraid to actually have fun with your writing (which I love), and don't even get me started on how you keep us fed daily with the fluff diary!!! And I admire how you've also branched out to include your art as well. I've seen you comment on how you're worried that it might not measure up to other artists, but it always turns out amazing. Take it from someone who stopped drawing years ago because of self doubt: you do you. You have this unique voice that breaks through with everything you create and we are honored that you share it with us! But of course, you're more than just your creations; it's always fun to see what your other interests are, even when I have no clue what they are 😄 it's how I ended up watching a few things, figured it was peer-reviewed.

Seriously, just keep being you 💖💖💖

P. S.

I've been slowly reading Bucky Quest again, so expect a love letter regarding that at some point

Oh gosh, you're just too 🥺🥺🥺🥺 You're seriously too kind, I swear thank you so much for the kind words back! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ And I'm excited for the Bucky Quest love letter, whenever it comes. That does remind me that I do have a few Bucky Quest side stories I need to post at some point 😂 You're so wonderful and ugh 🥺 thank you for this ❤️

[dontaskwhybutarsonsoundsokay]

Ghostface X The Artist || DBD || NSFW

The entity was weird today. It sent two killers today. and that was unusual for the entity. Neither killer knew of the other. Until fate decided to get involved. and created a unique duo.

Ghostface stalked each victim with an ease that was almost seductive. each slash of his knife causing each victim to scream, loudly. between that and the crows he had no idea the artist lurked beyond the fog.

the artist moved crookedly. Her spike was stabbing through victim after victim, her crows attacking the ones she wasn't dealing with. It's almost funny how they didn't notice each other's presence. 

That’s when it happened. Ghostface thought he was stalking his next victim, until he approached her. Her tall figure, and long hair caught Ghostface in amazement. His confusion was obvious in his voice. “Who… theres… wait. There's two of us?” His voice felt thick in the air. 

The artist's body turned slowly, her face looking just as puzzled as the ghostface felt. She tilted her head a bit with a loud crack. Her voice was a low, almost musical, “The entity works in mysterious ways it seems” 

Ghostface shifts uncomfortably, his grip tightening on his knife. “I work alone, I don’t keep coworkers,” he muttered. He scans the surrounding area, trying to understand why the entity gave him some other killer he has to now work with. 

The artist stares blankly at ghostfaces hooded figures. “We could use this as an advantage…. There's two of us, we are twice as powerful now,” the tone in her voice was sultry and smooth. 

Ghostfaces mask hid how annoyed he was with having a coworker, but he was dealt his cards. So he made what he could out of the situation. As they moved together in the fog, they seemed to have an unspoken understanding of the other. Ghostface and the artist continued their dance through the fog. The way they managed to down and sacrifice victims to the entity was glorious. 

In the bloodiest of moments, ghostface couldn’t help but admire the artist. Her crooked gracefulness captivated him. Something grew inside him, a feeling he has never felt before. The need in him growing, not like he would ever admit it. He was too cold for anyone, even another killer. He ignored this feeling and continued to focus on the hunt, the game, the reason they were both there. 

The artist eventually got used to having ghostface around. She loved his precision, and the blood lust he had when it came to killing his victims. She admired how he documented his kills, how his knife moved as if it was just an extra limb he had. Her mind started wandering… to other limbs he had. She knew it would never happen, Ghostface would never be with anyone. But a girl can dream right. 

The fog grew thicker. And with that, they kept brushing against each other. It was like cruel punishment to the both of them. Until they couldn’t take it anymore. She looked at ghostface with eyes no one could deny. “Stop torturing me,” her voice sounded weaker than prior. 

“What are you talking about, we are here to do what we always do,” he chuckled a bit under his breath, “kill.” Except he didn’t know. He didn’t know her past, how she died, how she left the mortal realm willingly. 

“I never killed….” her voice low, “I only did once I left that bridge.” A single tear drops down her cheek. 

Ghostface looks at her, and for the first time does something with feeling, besides murder. He finds his hand wiping away her tears, cupping her cheek. “Oh darling,” his voice raspy, “I’m so sorry.” 

Artist can’t help herself; she finds herself meeting her lips to ghostface. Suddenly, a typically cold realm felt…. Warm. the fog twisted around them, turning into a spectacle of its own. They become intertwined, like they were meant to be put into the same realm. The kiss alone was intoxicating. 

Artist suddenly snaps back into reality, realizing what she had done. She has royally fucked up. Ghostface grabbed her back, leading her back to him. His hands roaming her body. Every part of them was screaming yes, every inch of their bodies embraced in an evil lust. 

That's when they hear the all too familiar sound of the gate alarm. They both snap back into what they were doing. But by the time they reached the door, they had gone. The fog came up, and dragged Ghostface and the artist down back into the underworld. 

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In the underworld, ghostface drags artist to a remote area. “Let’s continue what was bound to happen” he says, a smirk crossing his face. 

Ghostface pushed artist onto her knees. Before slowly pulling out his cock. He looks at her like she is a victim that he is about to kill.  His cock is being slowly stroked by his hand. “Don’t act like you don’t want this you fucking whore” his words were thick with lust and desire. 

She nodded her head, and slowly started licking at the tip of his cock. Slowly she wrapped her warm mouth around his cock, slowly suckling at it. Ghostface, not being patient, grabs the back of her head and starts thrusting into her mouth. Small gags come from the artist. “Mhm, you feel so warm baby,” ghostfaces voice was low and needy. 

Ghostface starts thrusting into her throat, ignoring her muffled gags. “You wanted this, remember?” his tone is condescending, almost. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it on her face. “This is your worth, slut.” 

Artist feels so degraded, yet like this is exactly what she needs. She needs him. She craves him. 

“Be a good whore and spread your fucking legs” Ghostface says. She listens and does as told, which at this point is probably the best thing she could do. Her cunt is dripping, leaving a dark spot on her dress. 

Ghostface pins her legs back and starts thrusting into her wet cunt mercilessly. With each thrust he becomes more and more aggressive. His moans and grunts fill the air. The artist's moans intertwine with ghostfaces, almost like a song of pleasure. 

Ghostface keeps going until he can no longer thrust. His cock releasing a large hot load deep into the artist. “Good thing no one can get pregnant down here,” Ghostface chuckles. He pulls his cock out of her cunt, and fixes himself. Before walking away, he looks at artist, “Let me know if you need to fulfill your purpose again slut,” he chuckles to himself then walks away, as if nothing happened.

[ash-muses]

(OOC - Update #18)

Hiii everyone! A few updates about my blog, replies, etc. I have it under a read more since it's a longer update.

Firstly, I'd like to thank everyone for being here and also welcome the new people to my blog! :D I'll take a bit of time to introduce myself to the new people coming in, so people who have been here for a while can skip that if you want (honestly, you can skip it either way, I just wanted to include it for anyone who's curious).

Appreciation Posting <3

Secondly, I really, really appreciate all of the love and support that you guys have provided. <3 I'm really grateful to have met so many cool people, and I know I say that all the time, but I genuinely mean it. I've made a lot of good friendships here and met such gifted, amazing people, from writers, to roleplayers, artists, and the like. You're all wonderful and I'm happy to have you here. C:

Introduction

I go by Ash and I'm 21+ (and if you're here, you probably already know my blog is 18+ only). I'm currently dating @honorarystripes, who is very sweet and made me feel safe and welcome in the Marvel community again. I have a LOT of friends (mutuals), so I won't tag all of them, but they know who they are because they get tagged frequently in other things I share <3 I work really hard to make this blog a safe space for everyone and ensure I communicate and compromise with all of my RP partners the best that I can. Please feel free to message me, send asks, etc. (keep it friendly, please - we don't do anon hate or otherwise here!). I also participate in games and don't mind being tagged, so feel free to tag me in things you think I would enjoy (if I don't reblog it, it's probably in my queue or something I've already posted in the past, so don't panic~) Originally, this blog was a Loki blog and recently developed into a multi-muse, multi-fandom blog. I love all of my fandoms, although sometimes they wage wars for my attention, which means my hyper fixation might switch at the drop of a hat after an indiscernible amount of time (right now, it's Stranger Things, Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington). Some of the things I love are: - Coffee - Music - Anime - Video games - Writing - Roleplaying - Art (both creating and admiring, traditional & digital) - Pyrography (wood-burning) - Memes

Replies & Roleplays

Right now, I've caught up on a few different threads and answered most of my asks (or I'm currently working on them; I know I have some drafts that I'm slowly getting through). I appreciate you guys being patient, like I really can't thank you enough (especially with everything that's been going on personally for me lately). As always, I'm open to new threads and RP partners, so if you're nervous to reach out, please feel free to do so (this is your encouragement! <3). I might not reply right away, but know that I'll get back to you as soon as I'm available.

Activity Check In

^^^ Me, realizing I've actually built an army.

A HUGE THANK YOU TO EVERYONE FOR GETTING ME TO 100+ FOLLOWERS! 🎉 🎉 🎉

I'm really thrilled for this because I didn't expect my blog to pick up the traction that it has. In the beginning, I thought that maybe I would only get a few roleplays here and there; I didn't really think this would be a long-term kind of thing but I'm glad that I can be here and interact with you guys. (: I love the creativity of this community and how welcomed everyone has made me feel. I would love to do something to celebrate, so I'm open to any ideas you guys might have~. Please feel free to comment on this, send an ask, or message me if you're interested in coming up with a few ideas together. ^-^ If we get a few ideas together, I might make a poll for you guys to vote on as well.

[yandere-chocolate]

A fictional book or art like yandere character in love with its real gn creator/writer or artist

(Yeah! By the way, sorry for doing requests late, I've been very busy.)

Yandere Art/Statue x Artist Reader ~(Romantic)~

Summary: You create a statue of a weeping angel for a client of yours. Unfortunately for you & your client, the statue would much rather not leave your side. (Inspired by Doctor Who. inspired.)

TW/CW: Stalking, horror, fear, implied death(not of a main character though).

You had finally finished the statue. After so much hard work, it was done. You had to say, you were rather proud of it, like you are with all of your newly done work. You added quite a bit more detail to the toga & hands than you typically do, simply because most of the commissions you get tend to be animals, so you rarely get to do humans, or angels in this case. You let out proud sigh & went inside for a drink & to relax a bit.

--------------The statue's point of view------------------------

I was finally able to remove my hands from my eyes come nightfall. I touched my new face & relished in the fact that my creator finally decided to give me hands. I got up & looked around, slowly spreading by wings & closing them again. I couldn’t believe my body was finally sculpted. 

I smiled a little & looked towards to window with the bluish light shining through it. My lovely creator was watching something, it looks like creatures like my creator, but...not. They are hideous & unrealistic, with horrid long arms & sausage-like fingers. Their mouths are also far too big & their teeth are pure white & perfect rectangles. Almost every single part of their body was surrounded by black lines. A horrific imitation of life; I think.

But my creator adores these strange creatures shown on the large black box, so I suppose they aren’t too bad. I continue to dreamily watch my lovely creator, admiring their features. Were they created like me? Sculpted by another creature? I don’t know, but it doesn’t seem like it. Even so, I personally thought they were beautiful. Though, they were faced away from me right now, my eyes were sculpted very early on. I saw their face & fell in love almost instantly. Ever since then, I always watched them after dark & have never gotten caught. I always return to the same position come dawn.

They eventually went to lay down on a bed & close their eyes. They always did this at night & I’m not quite sure why. But all the same, I watched over them until dawn.

--------------------------------The next morning-------------------

I returned to my original position in the morning. Later in the day, I heard my beloved creator & someone else talking. I decided not to listen in too much, but I suppose I should have, because the other person picked me up, almost dropped me, & put me in the back of their machine. ‘care?’ ‘cer?’ ‘cear?’ ‘car’ I don’t remember what the black box called it, but it was definitely one of those two! 

I despised their hands being on me. My creator should be the only one to touch me. Who did this person think they were? Next thing I knew, the machine began moving. I couldn’t see much, but I could tell that human that put me here was taking me away from my creator. & Needless to say, I was...upset. 

Very upset.

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It was dark now, which means I can finally move. I removed my hands from my eyes & found myself in an admittedly gorgeous garden. It had tulips, carnations, orchids, lilies, & it even had shrubbery. The fireflies that danced around me made me feel like I was in a fairytale. & Yet, it still felt empty. I could tell it was beautiful & tranquil, but without my creator with me, I struggled to feel amazed & calm.

I got up, stretched my wings, & went on my way to try & find my beloved creator. As I tried to see if I could find a clue to where my creator was. That’s when I found the human that dragged me here. They were doing the same thing my creator did at night, laying in a bed with their eyes closed. Now I must admit, I’m not typically violent, but this creature took me away from my god—my creator!

I knew if this was anything like my creator’s rest, they wouldn’t get up until the morning. & So, with that in mind, I saw red. Luckily, though it got a bit messy, I found a small black box with the familiar glowing blueish light. There, after being nearly blinded by the white light, I found out where my creator was. It was far, but the small black rectangular box told me where to go & I would do anything for my creator.

However, as I began to walk, I had a thought; why not bring my creator here? It was such a big, lovely house & the human would no longer be using it. Oh, my creator would love this place! I’m sure I can easily carry them here within the night!

So, I began to walk to where my creator was, excited to show them the lovely house I have found for them.

-----------------------------Back to third person--------------------------

You woke up in a beautiful garden which you were sure you didn’t fall asleep in. After a few seconds, you realized an angel statue that looked eerily like the one you finished sculpting two days ago had her hands on your shoulders & her head resting right beside your neck. She was smiling with her eyes closed & her body was very close to yours, but the main thing you noticed was the dried red liquid all over her hands & what you could see of her toga, along with the metallic smell of blood. You immediately struggled out of her grip & once you got a full view of the angel, you realized she looked exactly like the angel you sculpted. exactly.

& She was covered in blood.

You looked around the garden, but as you attempted to wonder off, something cold, hard, & grainy grabbed your wrist. You turned around to see the angel but now much closer to you, grabbing your wrist. It wasn’t a new statue; the old statue was completely gone. You tried to break free of her hold, but almost as soon as you closed your eyes to focus on breaking free, you felt your wrist being free, but now two arms were wrapped around your body, holding you close to her body. 

You soon heard a faint whisper, but you refused to believe it was the angel holding you. You refused to believe any of this was anything but a dream. But regardless, you heard her say:

“I’m so happy you’re back...”