#so does Muchacho de los ojos tristes by Jeanett

[pumpkin-mines]

Your Dirk and Jake are incredible, and seeing your art always makes my day. Seriously, the way you draw Dirk is maybe my favorite interpretation of him! You do both of them such justice.

Thank you, I've been drawing them non-stop (almost) every day for over a year, while my Dirk has stayed the same my Jake def got WAY better.

Here's a collage of some of my favorite bits of both dudes.

(super deep and sincere thank you to the discord server bc they made me more comfortable in drawing Jake. everyone is always on about mischaracterizing Dirk but Jakey is a real doozy to handle if you think about him for longer than 5 seconds)

[kesakeshi]

Which FF14 characters would save me from being a miserable loser?

(not in any particular order) (Spoilers for Endwalker)

Alisaie:

-I think she's pretty good at reading people.

-So is Alphinaud

-So she'd know right away when something's bothering me.

-And immediately pull me out of my funk, even if I resent her for it later.

-"Sulking around? Yeah, that's not going to happen under my watch missy."

-After all, the WoL didn't allow her to wallow in pity, so why should she allow me to do the same?

Alphinaud:

-His sister found out, so of course he'd find out as well.

-He'll start taking me everywhere with him, or start walking everywhere with me, as if I'm a dress up minion or something.

-He hopes it'll get my mind out of the gutter, at least for a bit.

-He also hopes that his persistence shows that he cares about me, and it does.

-"You're smiling? Good, frowning doesn't suit you as much, my friend."

-A charmer, really. Who wouldn't be happy around this kid?

Estinien:

-He's our Lance, of course he'll know right away when I'm in danger.

-He'd know about my change in mood lately, and I think he'd know if I had any 'plans' as well.

-I feel like he'd be very over-protective, but not obvious. He wouldn't let me know that he knows, but he wouldn't just let me off the hook either.

-Poison Potions? Mysteriously disappeared. Machinist? Tough luck, all your guns are gone, pick another job.

-He wouldn't know how to approach me about it, but he'd do anything to make sure that I'm safe, even if it seems a bit stalker-ish.

-"Let's go on a walk today, my friend. The weather outside is nice today."

-I feel like he'd seek advice from Aymeric at some point, as well.

Aymeric:

-My smile? It seems...forced...and he caught on to that immediately.

-He tries to make me happy through gifts.

-Chocolates, fine wines, stuffed animals, anything that he hopes would make me happy.

-But that doesn't work, my eyes still look numb to him.

-So he tries a different approach: physical touch!

-Hugs, hugs, and more hugs.

-He'll keep hugging me until he sees that smile he loves dearly back on my face.

-"My light, I hope you know that you mean the world to me."

G'raha Tia:

-I feel like he wouldn't catch on right away like the others

-He'd think that I just had a bad week. Maybe I was exhausted from numerous tasks that I had to do? Or maybe I was feeling bored from the lack of adventure lately.

-But then G'raha noticed that 'bad week' became 2 bad weeks, and then 5 bad weeks, until he finally realized that something was wrong.

-So he asks me if I'm okay one day. And I lie, and say that I'm fine.

-But those bags under my eyes are telling a very different story.

-"Let's go on an adventure, friend! I'm sure that'll cheer you up!"

-During our time together, he showers me with praises and affirmations, hoping it'll bring my spirit back up to how it was before.

-Poor kitty, give him props, he's really trying.

-Whenever we're far away, he'll make sure to send a letter once a day to check on me, or call via linkpearl.

-Oh, and I should expect a cake or box of pastries from The Last Stand being sent to me frequently as well. Bastard knows I love sweets.

Fourchenault:

-Here me out...

-Remember when Alisaie/Alphinaud mentioned in 6.5 that Fourchenault was interested in talking to us someday?

-Well that happened. I came over for tea at his estate, at his request.

-I make sure to look presentable. A nice formal outfit, to match the aesthetic of the house.

-He mentioned not to mind my attire, but I wanted to impress anyway.

-I also wanted to hide what's been bothering me lately, hoping he wouldn't notice. Hoping that no one would notice.

-But he did, right when we shook hands.

-My handshake. It was, loose then usual, wasn't as firm.

-Then he looked at my sullen eyes, slightly narrowed ears, and tucked in tail. All signs of a stressed Miqo'te.

-But he said nothing, at least not for now.

-We had tea/coffee, pastries, and conversations about my adventures and what I've been up to. Then, he found the opportunity to bring it up.

-"My kids would be awfully sad if their Hero fell into deepest despair. Pray, tell me what's been really troubling you lately?"

-He uses his kids as an excuse to pry, but he's also asking because he genuinely cares, cares about the warrior of light that's protected his kids all this time when he couldn't.

-He's not affectionate, very rarely if you ask Ameliance, but he still has his own special way of letting someone know that he loves them.

-Afterwards, he says his goodbyes, and suddenly gets in the habit of sending dozens of letters a month just like his twins, asking how I've been and if there's anything I need help with.

-Oh, and Ameliance says hi.

Next time it'll be,

...idk, I ran outta ideas.

[sammy-hammy]

𝔼𝕝 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕤 𝕆𝕛𝕠𝕤 𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕤 ⁂ 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐥

ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ

alma madrigal doesn’t approve of her eldest grandson’s lover

pre-encanto storyline

ooc abuela? angst maybe? it’s just my shitty writing

“AH CAMILO STOP,” you managed to get out through your fit of laughter.

“HAHA NO THIS IS PAY BACK!” he replied.

Camilo was peppering your face with kisses, claiming that you were replacing him with his younger brother.

“I promise I was just reading a book to him,” you said as you grabbed his face. “I love you and only you Camilo.”

His face turned red and he buried his face into your shoulder. “You’re not supposed to make the flusterer flustered, amor”

Before you could reply you heard an ‘ahem’ from outside Camilo’s door.

“Oh um, good afternoon Señora Madrigal,”

Camilo quickly removed himself from your shoulder and looked at his grandmother.

“Dinner is ready,”

“Ok Abuela, bajamos en un ratito.” he replied. She sent you a cold look before heading downstairs to the dining table.

“Well mi estrella, time to get some food,” Camilo grabbed your hand and headed out of his bedroom.

“Eh, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea…”

“Trust me it’ll be fineee. My family loves you! Now come ooon,”

He pulled you down the stairs as anxiety came creeping in. You two had been friends for a very long time. You’ve had many meals over at the Madrigal’s, but this one was your first dinner since you and Camilo had exchanged promise rings.

Once you got to the table you sat in between Antonio and Camilo. Maribel smiled at you from across the table. Alma arrived once everyone was seated. Her attention shifted to you when she saw you and Camilo cracking jokes and laughing.

“Camilo,” He immediately stopped laughing and turned to his grandmother.

“Si Abuela?”

“What are they doing here?” Alma sent you a harsh glare. Everyone at the table went silent.

“What do you mean? Are you talking about Y/n?” he wasn’t sure what his grandmother had meant. This wasn’t much different than any other dinners Y/n had attended.

“Who else would I be talking about, Camilo?” she answered.

“Um, well they’re my lover and best friend so I thought it would be ok if I brought them over for dinner.” Camilo shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. You stared down at your plate, trying to avoid eye contact. You could feel her staring at the ring.

“Ma, it’s ok. Y/n eats with us often. This is no different from then.” Pepa tried to reason with her mother. Camilo reached for your hand and held it tight.

“Of course it’s different! My grandson is throwing his life away by being with a person that can provide nothing for the family!”

You didn’t think it’s was possible but the table got even quieter. Pepa had a storm brewing over her head. Felix tried calming her down and handed her a cup of water.

“I-I need to go.” You stood up, trying to leave casita before you started crying.

Camilo grabbed your hand tighter as he stood up with you. “I’m not ‘throwing my life away’. I love Y/n and I know everyone else does too.”

“Everyone out, Camilo and Y/n stay.”

Maribel stood up, ready to defend you. “Abuela they-“

“Now.”

Everyone filed out, Dolores gave her brother a pat on the shoulder. Antonio gave you a hug before Felix picked him up and took him to his room.

“Camilo, you know Y/n can’t help this family any more than a caterpillar can.” You bit your cheek as you felt the lump in your throat swell.

“WHAT!?!? YOU’RE COMPARING MY LOVER TO AN INSECT?”

“Camilo calm down.”

“CALM DOWN? Y/N HAS HELPED US SINCE THEY MET US! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO-“

“No right, hm? Are you the one who has been looking over this village since the beginning?” Camilo closed his mouth and glared at his grandmother. “Camilo, I love you and I only want what is best for you. You must understand that Y/n isn’t going to amount to much. There are other people in the village who can give back to Encanto. Y/n, you come from a family of travelers. I sincerely doubt that you will ever be able to settle down in one place for a long time.” Alma had a tone of wisdom. It made you want to curl up and die.

You took a deep breath before trying to reason with her. “Señora Alma, I know I don’t come from much but I truly do love your grandson. I’ve gained loads of knowledge from the places I have lived in and visited. Granted, it’s solutions to problems which could be solved with your family’s gifts but-“

“See, Camilo, they can’t see that we already have the knowledge they do.” Her attention directed back to you. “We don’t need you. We have two generations of gifted people who could solve problems much quicker than a measly family of travelers.” she gave Camilo a knowing look as he glared right back at her.

It was too much. Your family was proud of being travelers but it wasn’t enough. Would you ever be enough?

“Camilo, please go to your room. I would to speak to Y/n. Alone,” she said sternly and waited for him to leave. He opened his mouth to protest but you shook your head slightly to stop him.

He looked at you with tears in his eyes. He cupped your face and wiped the tears off your face. When had you started crying? You couldn’t recall. “Mi vida, I want you to know that I will love you forever, ok. Even though we may be separated, I will always be with you. Te amo hasta la luna y de vuelta, mi estrella.” his whispers were broken with a few deep breaths. Tears we’re falling as he gave you a kiss. He kissed the ring on your finger. “I promised you we would get married someday. I intend to keep that promise, mi estrella. We’ll wait for each other.” He gave you one last kiss then tore himself away. Camilo covered his face and hoped casita would keep him from bumping into something on the way to his room.

The tense atmosphere was suffocating you. Without Camilo the pressure focused on the only other person in the room, you. “I want you to visit somewhere out of Encanto for a while.” You could only nod. You had known it would happen eventually. Alma was never fond of the youngest L/n. “Your family will be able to stay in Encanto if you would like.”

“That would be good, thank you.” you replied. Your voice sounded so empty.

“The arrangements will be made shortly. You shall depart first thing in the morning. Please head to your home to prepare.” Alma gave you one last look before walking off.

You made your way out of the grand doors of casita. “Goodbye casita.” It gave a sad creak as you turned to face the village. “Bye Dolores… Tell Camilo I’m sorry.”

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i hope you guys enjoyed the first part. i’ll update part 2 as soon as i can!

emot masterlist

[aruandaiden]

How Long does Love Last?

Idk if it is good enough, but here it is. I have to thank y’all for the support to the story, thanks!

I have some Hanahaki drabbles and I will probably publish them. 

Well, enjoy!

Chapter 2: ¿Qué vas a hacer ahora?

The honeymoon went as smooth as Aru and Aiden expected. They live in their own bubble of happiness. It is perfect, way too perfect to be true, like a dream that will soon turn into a nightmare.

The sunlight of the Caribbean washes their backs and they softly kiss and whisper sweet nothings to each other.

The nights are beautiful, the breeze carries the salty, fresh essence of the sea and the moon is high in the sky. In moments like this, the kisses aren’t soft, but frenzied and savage.

They couldn’t be happier.

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And the bubble of happiness pops.

They don’t know when things went wrong. Maybe it is at the moment Aru starts to travel more or maybe it is when Aiden loses his job. Or maybe it is the fact that they never had shared a home, because they naively thought that their home was with each other.

They think that it is just a phase, a phase all newly weds went through, that everything was fine.

But, oh, how wrong are they.

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Seven doors have been slammed, three by Aiden and four by Aru. No friends have visited them in the last few months, because every time they have visits, a fight break between them. Three broken plates along with Aru’s mother’s vase, given by her at their wedding and 2 bags are keep at the closet, one for Aru and one for Aiden, filled with their personal belongings, so when an extremely big fight breaks between them, one of them would sleep at their mother’s place.

They sleep next to each other, but looking at different directions. The days were lonely, communicating coldly only in necessary situations, barely speaking to the person that had once been their one and only love.

The nights in which they would cuddle, holding each other close and Aiden would use his apsara powers to lull Aru to sleep are already over, along with the days in which they would slow-dance to old, romantic songs in the kitchen.

Aiden’s singing has not been heard in months, as well as the soft chuckles that left Aru’s mouth every time she would step in Aiden’s feet.

Now, the bed is cold, and even if they are close enough, they feel like they are living alone in an apocalyptic world, wondering when things went downhill.

Playlist

1.      ¿Qué vas a hacer? -Ricardo Montaner

2.      I’m still waiting -Diana Ross

3.      Hold On -Chord Overstreet

4.      Dancing with your ghost -Sasha Sloan

5.      Hay Amores -Shakira

6.      bye. -Mia Smith

7.      El muchacho de los ojos tristes -Jeanette

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