#thanks for the ask! got carried away drawing them all lol

[the-owl-tree]

just a silly question.

do you have any personal transfem hcs of warrior cats characters?

just asking :3

i have a few but here are my favorites!!

also have a bonus transfem leafpool for transfemleafpool :3

[rosenclaws]

Hi! 👋

I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if I could submit a request?

The reader is a shy artist who is a friend of Wades. She carries a sketchbook with her everywhere to sketch new pieces, but she doesn't show her work to people unless it's to Wade.

She and Worst!Logan become friends and slowly develop feelings for one another, but they won't say anything to each other because they think that the other wouldn't want them. Until Worst!Logan finds her sketchbook by accident and finds the book is filled with sketches of him. Worst!Logan confronts her about it, but she's a stuttering mess, and they end up confessing to each other. And please make it extra fluffy. Maybe throw in a kiss or a makeout session. Your choice lol.

Thank you and have a good day! 😊

Hidden Feelings and Hidden Sketches || Worst!Logan Howlett x Reader

warnings: drinking, swearing, wade making suggestive comments, make out sesh towards the end, reader gets drunk and logan helps her out. Logan also calls the reader sketch. It got kinda suggestive at the end I apologize sldfjka

a/n: Hi!! This idea is adorable omg I love it, I hope it was fluffy enough for you I have to admit I'm not great at writing pure fluff. I also hope wade is funny because I am not funny so its hard to write his dialogue sometimes. I also altered the plot a little so i hope its okay

You never quite understood how you and Wade became friends. He was possibly the biggest extrovert you have ever met and you were the exact opposite. He saw you once at his favorite diner with your sketchbook and he jumped into the seat across from you.

Yapping on about your art and if you drew often and that he once tried to paint but the class didn't appreciate his art and asking if you'd paint him naked as a present for his girlfriend. Which you declined very quickly.

He wouldn't leave you alone, talking and asking you all sorts of things. You getting a few words in and him covering the other 98% of the conversation. He left with the promise of seeing you again and disappeared before you could say anything else.

It was an odd experience that's for sure but you liked Wade. Sure enough he kept coming back and a friendship had blossomed. He invited you over to dinner multiple times but you always declined, choosing to meet at the diner instead.

Slowly he got you out of your shell around him. Cracking jokes and sometimes putting him in his place when he went a little too far. You showed him your sketchbook after a while and he gushed over your drawings. Begging you to draw him at his best angles and you would sometimes give in.

When he disappeared for a while you got worried, that is until he showed up with a new dog and a very handsome new friend. You couldn't take your eyes off of him. Wade spotted you and waved but you didn't even notice.

"I know right, he's like a tall glass of rage filled water." Wade sighs as he sits across from you.

"I uh what?" You hug your sketchbook close to your chest as you rip your eyes away from Wade's new friend.

"Oh don't pretend like you weren't eye fucking him the second he walked in here, not that I blame you." Your eyes widen as you start to stutter. Your face heating up as you stare at the pancakes in front of you instead. A loud grunt catches your attention. You can barely meet his eyes as your brain is too busy being embarrassed by what Wade had said.

"You can sit on my lap angel cakes." Wade pats his leg but gets shoved to the side as his new friend sits down across from you.

"Logan this is my friend, be a good kitty and play nice." Logan rolls his eyes and chooses to ignore Wade. He does look at you though, burning a whole through your skull.

"Hi Logan," You say shyly.

"Hi." A few beats of silence pass until Wade breaks it as usual.

"Well aren't you two the life of the party, if you excuse me I have to go relieve myself." Wade stands up and instead of asking Logan to move, starts to climb over the man.

"What the fuck?!" Logan hisses as he grabs Wades shirt and tosses him to the ground. You can't help the laugh that escapes your mouth as your friend flops to the ground.

"So rude." Wade shakes his head and heads off to the bathroom. Silence falls once again as you awkwardly push around the pancakes on your plate.

"What's that?" Logan asks, nodding towards your sketchbook. You grab your book and shove it into your bag.

"Nothing! It's uh, just a sketchbook it's nothing don't worry about it." Logan raises an eyebrow as you panic in front of him.

As if you couldn't feel more embarrassed. You debate on waiting for wade or just leaving to save yourself but Logan makes the choice for you.

"You don't have to stay, not holding you hostage." He sips his coffee as you let out a shaky laugh.

"Not much of a talker." You play with your fork as you look up at Logan. He's much more handsome up close.

"Neither am I." He offers a small half smile and you return it. He's still incredibly intimidating but maybe you can stick it out a little longer. Logan's food comes and the two of you eat in a comfortable silence and when you're done you work up the courage if he'll be here tomorrow. He holds the door open for you as you step outside.

You clutch tightly onto the strap of your bag as you wait for his answer. He lights a cigar and you try and suppress your smile when he says he will be. As you part ways you realize that Wade never did come back from the bathroom.

That sneaky bastard.

-on

The diner uh, meetings as you called them, with Logan were amazing. His grumpy exterior was hard to crack but eventually the two of you started to become friends. Being with Logan started to become your favorite parts of the week. He was more than the tough guy persona he put on. What surprised you the most is that he seemed interested in you too. Well you know as friends.

Logan could appreciate someone who liked the quiet. He never pushed you out of your comfort zone, never made you feel uncomfortable. He was just Logan. Call it what you want but it was only a matter of time before you fell head over heels for that man. Not that you'd ever tell him.

How could you?

He's a superhero. He's gorgeous and grumpy and funny and so much more. All you do is draw silly pictures. So for now you settle on friends. Even if he makes your stomach turn with ever smile. Even if his laugh is the best thing you've ever heard. Friends. That's good enough for now.

-

"Wade Wilson I am going to kill you!" You say angrily.

He had texted you asking you to meet him for coffee and you had agreed solely because you never got the chance to scold him for his little dine and dash.

"Leaving me alone with a stranger!" You slap his hand as he tries to reach for your pastry.

"Ow! That was so five months ago! Anyways I was just trying to help. You know, relieve the sexual tension." You gasp as he makes a very lewd gesture with his hands.

"Besides, you and Logi bear are spending a lot of time together for just being friends huh Boo-Boo." Before you can stop him he reaches for your sketchbook. Keeping it just out of reach as he flips through the pages.

"Give it back!" You plead as you reach across the table.

"Oh. My. God. How come you never draw me this sexy?" He shows you the pages and you fall back into your seat in defeat.

You know what's in there and now Wade does too. Pages and pages of sketches of Logan. You feel like a stalker. It's not your fault! Ever since you met him he's all you can think about. All you can draw.

"Please give it back." You beg but he refuses.

"You'll get it back after you admit to Logan how you feel."

"What!" Your jaw drops as you make another lunge for your book.

"I am a very impatient man and I'm not about to wait another thousand words for the two of you to fuck." He stands up and tucks the book down his pants.

"Ew really?" You groan as you let your face fall into your hands.

"I'm having a get together and you're invited. Logan will be there it's the perfect opportunity." You feel like throwing up at the idea of talking to Logan about any of this.

Maybe you could just steal it back tonight. Or maybe you could never show your face to anyone ever again. Yah the second option sounds better. If only it was that simple. You waited for many anxiety filled hours, the only thing on your mind is getting your damn book back. You knock on the door and it swings open with Wade standing there, a stupid smile on his face.

"Honey badger at 4 o'clock." He hands you a drink and pushes you right towards him. You shoo him away, taking a deep breath and head towards Logan.

"Hi Logan," You say nervously.

"Didn't think these were really your thing." He says with a smile. You laugh nervously and nod your head.

"Yeah well...I thought he'd finally stop asking if I came to one of these things." You joke. Logan snorts and offers you the seat next to him.

"Good luck with that." You sit next to him and swirl around the ice in your drink.

If you're going to tell him then you're going to need a lot of help. Logan's eyes widen as you down your drink in one go, making a face before asking for another one. He's never seen you at a party, let alone drink.

"Why don't you take it easy there sketch."

"It's a party right, why not have a little fun." Logan keeps an eye on you as you drink and drink. As the night passes on he realizes that you might have had a little too much. You can barely get a sentence out by the time the party's over.

"Hi Logii!" Your arms slink around his neck as you stumble into him.

"Come on, let me take you home." He chuckles as he helps you to the door.

"Nooo, I needa get my uh..." You stop and think for a moment.

"My uhhh" Logan hums as he helps you to your apartment. You stay close to Logan as you walk through the night. He's just so warm and he smells so good.

"Got your keys?" You pat around for them and frown. Logan reaches into your bag and pulls them out.

"Right here." He unlocks your door and helps you to your bed. You sigh as your head hits your pillow.

"Oh! my sketchbook. Wade has my sketchbook." You say with a yawn.

"I'll get it back tomorrow, now sleep well." Logan takes off his jacket and lays it on you. He brushes your cheek gently. A soft smile on his face as he leaves you to sleep peacefully.

"Good night."

-

God your head hurt and the sun was way too bright. You crack your eyes open groan as you head pounds. What were you even thinking last night? You wanted your damn book back that's what you were thinking. A loud knock on your door makes you moan in pain. Getting up you swing open your door only to be met with Logan holding your book. Your face pales as you see a smirk on his face.

"Wade gave me back your book." You reach out for it but he holds it back.

"You're a real good artist sketch." To your horror he opens up your book and flips to one of its pages.

Right in front of you was a side profile sketch of Logan. It had been while you were at the park or something. The sun was hitting him perfectly, he had this content look on his face. You couldn't help but draw it when you got back home. To capture him in a moment where everything felt okay.

"I uh..I.." You don't know what to say. He caught you red handed. Your face is on fire from shame and embarrassment as he finally hands over your book. You can't even look at him.

"I'm sorry." You whisper. Shutting your eyes you hope he gets the hint and leaves, leaves you to wallow in pity.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry." He grabs your chin and tilts your head up.

"I'm flattered sketch. I think you really captured me pretty good." You still can't bring yourself to say anything as you hug your book tightly. You can't tell if he's making fun of you or what.

"This isn't funny Logan." You try and push his hand off you but his grip is strong.

"Not trying to be funny." He brushes his thumb over your lips.

"Logan..." Your eyes flick down to his lips and you know he catches you.

"Say it, come on don't be shy. Not with me." Sighing you dig your fingernails into your book.

"I love you." Your voice is barely above a whisper, eyes squeezing shut. You almost hope he doesn't hear it but of course he does.

He presses his lips to yours roughly. You drop your book in shock as you melt deep into his kiss. Wasting no time in kissing him back, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. He deepens the kiss as his hands fall to your sides. You pull away much to his disappointment, his lips chasing after yours for a moment.

"I love you too." He kisses your jaw lightly making you sigh.

"You know, those drawings were good but I think you got my lips wrong." You furrow you eyebrows, you thought you got his lips pretty good. After all you stared at them long enough to memorize them.

"Yeah sweetheart, think you need a lesson." He walks you back until you hit your couch.

"Get up close and personal." He winks as you bite your lip. How flustered can he make you?

"Then maybe you can show me more of those drawings."

Well, If it would help make your drawings more, accurate. Then who are you to say no?

"Okay." You run your hands along his arm as you look back up at him. Nerves and excitement swirling around your eyes.

"Don't worry sketch, I'm a pretty good teacher."

[neiptune]

aot boys x reacting to a dream where you die

a/n: inspired by @meowzfordayz and her wonderful hcs! got a bit carried away lol these are too long but i hope you enjoy anyway :)

eren secretly freaks tf out but is too embarrassed to admit it. you wake up to the pressure of his hands not so subtly traveling across different parts of your belly and hips, the coolness of his fingertips on your bare skin making you shiver. “eren? what're you doing?” you ask, confused, your own hands closing around his wrists to delicately move them away. but he resists your push, his fingers stubbornly finding their way to the familiar albeit faded scar residing right above your hip bone. “sorry. didn't mean to wake you” his voice cracks, which is enough to prompt you to sit up. “tell me what's wrong” you take one of his hands and squeeze twice, your secret way to communicate that everything's fine. eren's big eyes search for signs of distress or pain in yours but all he finds is genuine concern and grogginess. he relaxes and weakly squeezes your hand right back. “bad dream. it's stupid, let's just go back to sleep” but of course you see right through his fake composure and pull him in for a hug, gently hushing the trembling exhale that tickles your neck as his arms close around you. “you're okay” he whispers to himself and you hum in confirmation, nodding against his shoulder. “i am. the only thing truly hurting me is your snoring”. he huffs at that, covertly thankful you're still there to give him a reason to roll his eyes

lol armin will not be there when you wake up in the middle of the night, senses alert bc of the unusually cold, empty spot next to you. he doesn't reply when you call him so you're forced to get up and explore the whole floor, bathroom to study, until you hear some muffled sniffling coming from downstairs and you rush to the living room, heart in your throat. “armin??? are you okay? what happened??” he's curled into himself on the couch but as he hears your voice he lifts his head, heavy groan crawling up from his throat because what the fuck, why are you awake? he hates hates hates the idea of you seeing him like this for the nth time, always so stupid and helpless now with tear stained cheeks too for something that's not even real. “nothing” his defensive tone startles you and he regrets it immediately, sigh heavy as he tiredly rubs his temples, a sign of surrender and vulnerability that draws you in until you're sitting next to him, warm hand closing on his knee. “what if i brew some tea? we still have some cookies left” you speak gently and his gaze softens, guilt already bubbling in the pit of his stomach. “it's 2am” “and?” “you have to work tomorrow” “and??”. so he ends up brewing the tea instead and you simply won't talk about what happened until the next morning, after a fair amount of the night before was spent sharing homemade peanut butter cookies with armin taking your hand to press gentle kisses to your wrist from time to time <3

oh my god jean 100% feels too stupid to mention it or letting a dumb dream upset him once he's awake and can physically see you and touch you as you're making breakfast together, he's also too proud to admit how horrible it felt to see your body get so rigid, your skin too cold, eyes void of their usual light. so he doesn't mention it. but you can tell something is off: he's more attentive than usual (when has he ever pushed you away from the toaster bc you might bet burned?) he's extremely touchy-feely (more than usual lol it's fine for him to have his arms wrapped around you as you're rinsing a fork but not letting go? not even allowing you to turn off the stove, at the expense of his precious eggs, now at risk of charring??) so of course your spider senses detect that something isn't quite right and you interrogate him over breakfast, just as he casually plays with your fingers and quite uncomfortably tries to eat with his left hand. “what d'you mean i'm being weird? that how you accept my unconditional love?” he has you rolling your eyes a number of times before he shrugs with a “had a nightmare last night, no biggie” “did something happen to me?” “yeah, no need to take the piss, i know it's dumb”. a fond smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you shrug as well. “wasn't gonna take the piss. if something happened to you in one of my dreams, i'd probably freak out” “oh thank god” jean forces you up from your chair in a split second and pulls you in the tightest hug in recorded history lol

well connie will definitely blurt it out and attempt to downplay it at the same time lmao don't even get me started you'll wake up and he'd be in the kitchen making coffee greeting you with something like “g'morning! btw i dreamed you died last night hahaha isn't that so stupid??? you were dead dead, like R.I.P you, right in my arms” and you're standing there like 🤨🤨🤨 “i'm glad you thought that was funny?” “so funny, i even cried a little when i woke up haha you were sleeping right next to me and i was tearing up like a dumbass omg did i mention how still you were???” his emotional responses are all sorts of fucked up tbh. connie doesn't always know how to react to things and unexpected situations and complicated feelings bc he's so used to being the cheerful comic relief but somewhere underneath all the sunshine he carries around there's actual fear. connie is actually scared, all the time. of the ocean, of loneliness, of losing those who are dear to him, of being too much and not nearly enough at the same time. he has his own ways of dealing with fear and they're not always ideal. so you delicately take the clutched phone from his hands and peck his lips once, twice, each kiss lasting longer than the former until he takes your face in his hands and just keeps it there, forehead resting on yours. “i'm here. and you're a stupid idiot for calling yourself a dumbass”. he chuckles at that, which makes you smile. “promise you'll stay alive long enough to call me a stupid idiot a million more times?” “yes, if you wash the dishes”

i mean of course levi is mad. lol. at himself, bc he was not able to protect you in his dream and at you bc where tf are you??? he's petrified sitting up in (a very much empty) bed, mentally gives himself 3 seconds before he allows irrational panic to kick in but thank fuck you flush the toilet 1,5 seconds later, wash your hands and come back to your shared bedroom to find the grumpy man you're in love with glaring daggers your way, scowl so deep you hesitate by the door, silently wondering what you did wrong. were you being so tossy and turny you woke him up? did you take more than your share of blankets? did you accidentally punch him in the face? (it has happened and he was surprisingly nice about it lol). “i'm sorry” you blurt out, cautious as you climb onto your bed again, slipping your legs underneath the covers. “what are you apologizing for?” his voice sounds weird, which freaks you out even more. “not sure” you tilt your head “but you look mad”. levi huffs, features softening. “was it sleep kicking? or did i fart? you know edamame gives me real bad gas—” “you did not fart” he runs a hand through his hair, simultaneously exhausted and biting back an incredulous smile. “you died” he blurts it out but saying it out loud sucks so badly that he clenches his fists and you don't really know how to react. “i couldn't do shit about it. you just died. t'was horrible and i know it's not your fault and it was just a dream but...” “i'm sorry i died” your soft reply interrupts his babbling and prompts another snort. “stop apologizing” “what can i do, then?”. levi inspects your features attentively and takes your hand underneath the covers, intertwining his fingers with yours. “promise you won't do it again” he goes along with your silliness and you smile, nose rubbing against his, barely audible whisper of a “promise” before kissing him

porco will never and i mean never tell you what's up lmao his dumbass would rather die than admit a dream has had the power to affect him at all. he's a grown up™ and rational™ enough to discern reality from fantasy and guess what?? his current reality = you roaming around the house to cook, do the laundry, jokingly mock his housework skills as he vacuums rooms missing entire spots and breaks yet another glass in the sink (“stfu the sponge was too damn soapy it slipped” ) but honestly? porco doesn't even notice how much he stares the day after his nightmare. not just in the morning, he literally can't cast his eyes away from you for the entire day. he's 12 so as soon as you mention it he gets defensive lol like you'll be on the couch with your legs on his lap as he watches something on his laptop, you're reading a book and you'll say something along the lines of “ya know you've been staring a lot today” and he'll automatically reply “yeah?? cuz you're ugly” which only confirms your hunch. “don't be an ass, why were you staring??” “just told you?” “porco” “that's my name, don't wear it out” he's so infuriating honestly but eventually your persistence does wear him down enough to elicit one true response: “because i wanted to make sure you're actually here”. you tilt your head, confused frown that makes him bite back a smile. “what does that even mean?? where else would i be? are you high?” “high on you, babe” lmao yeah he won't tell you how horrible and scary and wrong it was to see your body get so still and your eyes suddenly unwilling to open and your hands not squeezing his back no matter how much he screamed and called for you and cursed and cried. why would he? porco can discern reality from fantasy. as you jokingly poke his side with your sock-clad foot and laugh as he grabs it to nibble at your ankle, he's grateful af for his reality :)

reiner instantly wakes you up lol he's too shaken to think straight and can't handle the pounding of his heart nor the cold sweat coating his forehead tbh. you freak out as well bc he looks like shit so you think he's not feeling well -> it's 30 entire seconds of back and forth (“are you okay?” “are you okay??” “why are you shaking???” “why are you sweating????”) until you can sense his stress is about to grow into a full on anxiety attack and you take his giant, cold, clammy hands in yours, squeezing hard enough to ground him. “baby, breathe with me. i'm right here, okay? just like that. deep and slow”. it doesn't matter that he squeezes back hard enough to hurt you. “you're doing great! wanna count with me?”. he closes his eyes and you both count to ten out loud, three times before he looks at you again and the crude fear that was in his gaze is long gone, leaving space to relief and slight embarrassment. “don't apologize” you cut him off right as his lips part “are you okay? can you wait for me? i'll go grab some water and—” he interrupts you right back by slotting his mouth to yours, with a kiss so feverish your brain shortcircuits. deaf to your protests, he will keep murmuring nonsense against your lips, an endless progression of i'm sorry, you're fine, i'm sorry, i love you, thank god, i love you so much. when you're allowed to catch your breath at last he presses one last kiss to your forehead and you're finally able to connect the dots. much like armin, he doesn't enjoy being so weak and emotional so often around you, but he also knows you feel strongly about him being so hard on himself. you won't have it. so reiner silently accepts and is oh so grateful for each sweet reassuring word you whisper to the shell of his ear, knowing all too well that nightmares have nothing on your i'm here and i'm never leaving and i know i'm safe with you

[cardo-de-comer]

Hi! :D

I usually don't do asks, but recently I've grown to absolutely adore your art, you're a huge inspiration for me! The way you render and colour is absolutely magnificent, like, I have no proper words to describe how amazed I feel when I look at one of your drawings.

I was wondering if you'd care to share the program you use to paint and your favorite brushes? Only if you're comfortable, ofc^^

hi! first of all thank you, i really appreciate it! <3 i will never get used to the fact that my suilly stuff can inspire someone. i use photoshop cc 2019 yeah and i think it is really the time to share my brushes! they are old and came from different brushpacks so i cannot tell where i got them lol. here's the link to .abr file. I must add that they might behave differently depending on photoshop version/you drawing tablet

and first brush is my favorite currently, i use it quite often lately

second one is also my favorite and i use it for sketching, it's fun to get carried away with too

"rug" is another brush i use for rendering, you can see it on the most of my art

and the last brush /i don't have an example for it lol/ i use for filling in color base. and that's it i think

[burningcheese-merchant]

Wake up, BurningCheese/GoldenSpice babes, new poorly drawn blorbos just dropped

They look cooler in my head, I swear.

the images didn't show up the first time wtf lol

The kids are finally here, yay. I promised I'd show you them, and I finally stopped being an asshole and followed through. Almost got 200 followers and I'm very grateful for it - really, I'm nobody. I'm just some clown who says dumb stuff and makes dumb memes and writes cringey stories, and yet I convinced almost 200 people to tune in. Thank you all so much, users on here and anons in my inbox alike. As a token of appreciation, you can all endure my rambling about my OCs and witness a person in their early 20s draw like a 12 year old.

The boy is Pepper Jack (or Pepper Jack Cookie). He's the firstborn and older than his sister by a few years. He takes after his mother in a lot of ways, primarily in her appearance (save for nabbing his father's red eyes). He's incredibly bright (and a smartass lol), preferring to think his way out of conflict rather than fight his way out... not that he's above violence at all, if that glaive doesn't give it away lol. He harbors a deep sense of love and loyalty towards his family and his peoples, and carries the weight of his responsibilities and heritage with as much confidence and poise as he can muster. (There are/will be times where he stumbles, of course. He's not perfect. He struggles a lot more than he lets on, really. But he tries his best, for everyone's sake.)

The girl is Matar Paneer (or Matar Paneer Cookie). Again, she's the younger one by a few years. She was all but made in her father's image, save for inheriting her mother's eyes. She's a little firecracker: lively and fun-loving and stubborn as a mule. She doesn't ask "can I have/do this thing", she tells you "I'm going to have/do this thing". Golden is proud as anything to see her daughter be so greedy... until that greed comes into conflict with her and Spice's authority lol. But she's a good kid, despite being such a handful. She has an enormous heart and is not afraid to stand up for others/what's right, and she loves her parents and brother more than anything in the world. She might doubt her own capabilities, she might secretly fear that she's not strong enough to do what she needs to... but she keeps pushing anyway, because she'd honestly choose death over quitting.

Your eyes are not deceiving you, Pepper Jack's wings are blue lol. There's an actual reason for that. And that USO (Unidentified Sitting Object) in Matar Paneer's hair is a lotus (the cheese one in the GCK decor set lol). There's a reason for that, too. I thought it would be cool to give Jack a glaive and swap out the normal blade for that of a khopesh sword (glaives are not Egyptian, they only saw use in Asia and Europe, but I just HAD to give him a glaive), to add that Egyptian touch. Paneer's supposed to be wearing a pattu pavadai, it's a traditional Indian dress for young girls. It's a blouse plus a skirt. She's holding katar, Indian knives (Cilantro Cobra has them, too). And her hair's supposed to be in a low ponytail.

Merchant thinks that if they explain what their terrible drawings are supposed to convey, people will understand their intended vision and the pain will stop

I sat down and did research into both Egyptian and Hindu mythology for the sake of drawing inspiration for them both. I'll explain in detail in another post, but basically: both of them take after one Egyptian god and one Hindu god each. Golden takes after Ra and Spice takes after Shiva, so I figured I'd follow along that line.

Please flood my inbox with questions about them now. I've really been dying to talk about them for ages now. I've drafted extensive character sheets for them both, I even made up in-game descriptions for them lol. They're my little fankid blorbos and I love them :') I hope you all come to love them, too

(Also, I'm sorry they're on lined paper. I'm visiting family rn and that's the only paper my grandmother has in her house. I'd have to drive to a stationery to get printer paper and I'd really rather not drive in this particular country lol (shit roads, even shittier drivers). I'll doodle them on printer paper whenever somebody remembers to bring me some)

[biblio-smia]

Hiiii! Love your work! This is gonna be a lengthy I apologize in advance lol. Do you think you can pls do a tasm! x fashion designer reader? (I’m a fashion major lmaooo) Like where the reader has a big debit show coming up and Peter misses bc he’s out on his spiderly duties. The reader doesn’t know he’s Spider-Man. Very angsty then very fluffy. Love confessions. Thank you!!!!!!

thank you + thank you for the request!! i loveee this idea <3 also definitely watched barbie a fashion fairytale while writing this LMAO

masterlist | requests are open!

Emotions swirled in your chest - beginning with anxiety and just a touch of nausea.

Then came the elation - it was like the feeling when people praised you for your designs only intensified by about a thousand.

You'd spent hours on the pieces now being carried on the runway, survived on less hours of sleep than you'd thought possible, and worked through headaches you were positive where going to split your skull open. You'd pricked your fingers, created permanent callouses on your fingers, and probably caused irreversible damage to your back to make your patterns and ideas come to life. It was one thing to draw them out on paper and another to create them, altering them and scratching out ideas that had looked good on paper but had not ended up liked you'd imagines - and something completely different to see them on models, to watch the audience awe and clap for what you'd created.

Your heart pounded with each excited congratulations! and hug after the show had ended, still reeling a little from the experience. It'd been over so quickly for all the time you'd poured into the preparation and how long the show would take to clean up, but you were sure your work had made an impression that would outlive the night.

But as the crowd died down and people filed out, you stood, waiting, for the congratulations you'd been anticipating all night - the one that'd probably mattered the most to you.

But as the crowd thinned into only a few heads of people that had begun occupying themselves with cleaning up, so dispersed there was no way Peter could've possibly missed you, that's when the realization had set in.

Peter hadn't come.

Now, there was a new feeling a chest. Your heart hadn't stopped pounding, but now there was a pain accompanying it in your chest and a lump in your throat you were struggling to swallow down.

You turned when you heard your name called, not sure what you were expecting - it was only one of your colleagues, asking if you'd like to grab drinks to celebrate.

You teeter, almost let the idea persuade you, but ultimately decide against it with a small maybe next time! - because you're not really sure if you'd be able to hold the tears in if you got intoxicated.

Plus, a little piece of your heart holds out hope that maybe your boy would still show up - maybe he got pushed out by the crowd, or couldn't find you and decided to wait for you outside.

But as you stepped out into the dark night and looked around at the empty street, any last hope died.

The journey home created an ideal environment for your disappointment to brew into a strong, dark anger, scowl on your face sure to scare any strangers on the sidewalk off and away from you. You were nearing furious by the time you reached your door, shoving your keys into the lock and hurting your hands with the intensity you pulled them out with, cold metal painfully digging into your hot fingers.

Your anger didn't mellow as you turned your phone off, refusing to let Peter have any way to contact you - at least for tonight. You needed a few hours away from him. Maybe longer. You'd decide that later.

A shower tamed your flames, water burning you out and leaving behind something that craved only the soft comfort of your bed.

You'd only made it a few steps into your room when your ears perked at the sound of tapping at your window. Your eyes followed, trying to identify the source of the noise, and you jumped when you saw Peter on your fire escape.

If it hadn't been so cold out, you would've left him outside.

At least, that's what you told yourself afterwards.

But that searing rage had returned, warming your entire body and making you resistant to the cold air that blew in along with Peter the second you opened the window.

"Did you climb up here?" You spat out, immediately backing up and crossing your arms, scowl making its way on your face again.

Peter didn't need to look at you to feel your anger.

He'd been so close to making it this time - but, like always, something had come up. That'd been his excuse so many times, to so many people, it was starting to become pathetic even to Peter. He'd paced for close to an hour, biting the inside of his cheek raw while wondering how he was going to make it up to you. Peter knew how much this night had meant to you. He'd promised to be there, to support you and all the work you'd put in; the long hours you spent beside Peter, refusing to accept his help. The days where Peter had to force you away from your desk to have a break, all the snacks he'd made to fuel you and your beautiful brain.

And now, as Peter was so famous for doing, he blew it.

"W...what? Oh, yeah, I just-" Well, Peter had swung here, but he'd get around to explaining that. For now, he was more focused on trying to get his words out without stuttering pathetically. "I just- I needed to tell you something."

You stood, silent, arms crossed and eyes dark. Peter didn't need a translation to know you were telling him to spit it out.

Peter swallows thickly. He takes a deep breath. He forces himself to look straight into your eyes.

"I'm Spiderman." Peter goes the extra mile and tugs on the neckline of his shirt, revealing a sliver of the suit in case you don't believe him.

It's silent, which Peter begins to believe is the worst outcome with each second it drags on. You falter for just a few moments before your eyebrows furrow, somehow even angrier this time, because you, in all your hot anger, cannot bring yourself to fully process the information Peter has just thrown at you - or, frankly, care.

"So? You think that's just gonna fix everything?" You step closer to Peter, words like venom.

"I-"

"You what? You think I'm just gonna forgive you because you're Spiderman? Peter, you know how much this meant to me. And now you show up, hours after you're supposed to, telling me you're Spiderman?"

"Well, I brought these," Peter offers weakly, pulling a bouquet of flowers out of his bag. Crushed. Peter watches as a petal falls lamely to the ground.

"Impressive," you say so sarcastically it hurts, rolling your eyes with a sigh. "God, Peter, you are such a dick!"

Peter can sense you're about to send him out of that window flying, but he just can't leave before saying everything he needed to say.

"W-wait! Please, just hang on, I... I am so sorry," Peter starts, hands on your shoulders desperately. "I really am. Truly. I wanted to be there tonight, I tried so hard to be there, something got in the way... but that doesn't matter. I should've been there, or at least texted, or something, you're right, I'm sorry. And this," Peter motions to his chest. "is not an excuse, at all. I just wanted to tell the truth. I owe you at least that."

"Yeah, you owe a lot more than that," you scoff, shoving Peter's shoulder. It's not hard but Peter winces painfully in a way that fills you immediately with guilt. You roll up Peter's sleeve but see only a pattern of red and black. You look at him expectantly and he does his best to slide his arm out of his suit from under his shirt - all to reveal a nasty bruise, right where you'd hit him.

"Well, now I feel bad," you murmur, dragging Peter to your kitchen for some ice, trying not to think about how dangerous the things he got involved with as Spiderman probably were - how he'd clearly been doing something more important while missing the show.

"Don't," Peter insists, letting you sit him down and press ice against the bruise, focusing on not wincing. "I deserve it."

"You don't, Pete," you sigh, careful not to let your eyes wander to Peter's - it's hard, though, feeling him stare at you so woefully from your peripheral.

But you slip eventually, Peter catching your eyes before you can look away.

"I'm sorry," he says again, reaching for your hand slowly, tenderly, wondering if you'll let him.

You do.

"I know you are, Peter."

It's quiet for a few moments before you sigh, examining Peter's arm for any other bruises.

"It's just the one," Peter confirms, before asking shyly, "Kiss it better?"

You roll your eyes but you push Peter's sleeve up further, careful not to touch the bruise as you place your lips on the top of Peter's shoulder, right next to a small freckle.

"I meant here," Peter taps his lips with a smile.

"Don't push it." You move away from Peter and he stands, following you around as you stop at a cupboard and dig around until you find an empty vase. Peter watches silently as you fill it with water and wordlessly back into your room, where you pick up the flowers from where Peter had left them on your nightstand and place them carefully inside the vase.

"They were beautiful when I bought them," Peter mutters.

"They're still nice," you insist. "So," you begin, taking a seat on your bed. "Do I really want to hear the details about all the dangers Spiderman has faced?"

"Depends on how much you still hate me," Peter replies, opening up a drawer full of your sleep shirts, sure he'll find one (or a few) of his among them. He does, and he's quick to start pulling his clothes off. Unfortunately, Peter hasn't come up with a better way of getting his suit off just yet.

"Is watching people undress part of the job?" Peter asks with a grin, slipping his head through your (his) shirt.

"No, we usually watch them get dressed," you hum.

"So it's just me then?" Peter drops next to you on your bed, pulling your laptop from its place on your nightstand.

"Okay, you were the one who started taking your clothes off in front of me."

"You looked."

You rolled your eyes but you smiled as Peter pulled you into his side, balancing your laptop between the two of you. He's quick to pull up clips of the show and you're surprised to see it already online; you're also surprised to see the few hundreds of views already, considering it had only been a few hours since the show.

"Tell me everything," Peter insists, propping himself up to focus his attention back on you.

So you do.

Peter has always been a good listener when it came to you, captivated by the way you speak. He's told you before that he could listen to you talk about nothing for hours, but he makes an extra effort to really pay attention tonight. He asks questions about the show and about intricacies that he doesn't quite understand.

You can tell when you're beginning to lose him, at some point where you're talking about the different stitches you had to use to create a certain design on one of your pieces.

Some of it Peter has heard already, but he listens regardless. He's set the laptop aside now, fingers drawing figures on your arm as he hums and nods.

You've gotten to the end, where you casually mention the invitation for drinks you got. Peter frowns, head propped on his hand so you can see the severity of his pout.

"What would you have done then?" You ask curiously.

"Waited," Peter said like it was obvious.

"What if I stayed out all night?"

"Well then I would've had to break in," Peter grins.

"You're a nuisance."

"The person you've turned me into," Peter rolls onto you, pressing his head into your neck.

"I have a feeling you've always been like this."

"Maybe," Peter hums against your skin, pressing his lips into your skin.

"I haven't forgiven you yet. You're still a dick."

"I am," Peter agrees, pulling his head away to look at you, arms caging you in at your sides. "The worst. Call me Penis Parker."

You can't help but laugh at that one, which of course makes Peter grin.

"You still owe me," you say sternly, hands meeting at the back of Peter's neck, capturing him in a loose hold. "For, like, the rest of your life."

"I owe you," Peter nods quickly, pressing a kiss to the inside of your arm. "For the rest of my life. Just as long as you're in it."

Peter's voice goes quiet towards the end, implicating something you hadn't intended for originally. Peter notices how your eyes widen slightly and he bites his lip.

"Uh, well, I don't think this is really the best time to tell you, but... uh," Peter hesitates, moving off of you, choosing to sit up next to you instead. "I... I love you."

You're sitting him, mouth slightly agape. All you'd expected tonight was a congratulations from Peter, not a love confession.

The silence scares him until Peter manages to hear your elevated heart rate (only barely over his own). Your face is hot and Peter's about to insist that you don't have to respond right now when you're pulling him in, slowly. Your hand is on his cheek and Peter's arms have shyly wrapped around you. Your noses bump and Peter tilts his head, not quite shutting his eyes just yet. His breath comes out a little strained and you know he's not gonna go for it until you do.

"I love you, Peter," you whisper. "But don't ever do that again."

Peter nods, moving to place a hand on your chin. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"Good."

And you lean in, finally, capturing Peter's lips in a kiss he was terrified he'd never experience again. He savored it now, hungry, refusing to let you go. He relished the funny feeling that your words created in his chest, pulling you close and making you feel every little ounce of love he had for you.

Peter wouldn't risk losing you again as long as he could help it.

[dom1re]

Aw I made banner to attach to this but nvm, I wanted to invade your asks again as I absolutely love your drawing and wanted to ask who or what media has influenced your style? Or has made you pick it up as a hobby more?

-T

🤔🤔🤔 i have to guess its stuff i consumed as a child that built up my aesthetics today. Being a 2000s kid in korea meant easy access to animes and mangas on tv or rental shops. Some of my faves were card captor cherry, inuyasha, yukioh, precure, princess yushi, gintama, d gray man, hitman reborn, xxx holic, black Butler, etc etc... (anyone else??)

i dont see much consistency when i list them like this lol but i see some common themes are:

- fantasy/thriller/mystery/period

- suits/uniform

- characters with gray/silver hair

guess that's why i got into HL 😂

But i lost touch with all that after I moved to the States. Only recently i got back into animes - rn i’m watching Evangelion and Dungeon Meshi. This wasn't intentional but its been a good balance of angsty/heavy vs easy/lighthearted

Outside of that, my sources of inspo nowadays are the HL fandom (obvs), illustrators on ig, and webtoons. Some of the webtoons make me go like "wow how did they come up with this story?? AND draw like this??" I've always admired multidisciplinary artists; I guess im trying to be one rn. id be happy to share recs if anyone's interested

Thanks for another interesting question! U may not have meant to but it made me think a lot about my journey as an artist 😂 I never really thought about what made me wanna draw in the first place before. and I was having too much fun drawing these characters and reminiscing the ✨good ol days✨ (i was only gonna do a couple but i got carried away 🥴) oh and sry about the media submission i reenabled it

[brainrotbabe24]

OMG can you write about Thorins company and reader who has like a tongue piercing, nose piercing, snake bites/lip piercing, etc, and a few tattoos at a pretty young age and theyre like How tf did this kid get all of those🤨😦

(Like not literally a kid but yk, younger than most of the company)

Ilyyyyy btw take care of yourself💞💞

Hi! Thank you for your request!

I had so much fun writing this one...it's kind of a mix of how they would react and if they had piercings and tattoos too! I kinda got carried away, lol 💖🎉

Gandalf:  Omg, how cool would it be if he used his wizard powers to make your tattoos move?! I feel like he would do that just for shits and giggles. Like one minute, you had a cat on your calf, and now it’s up by your collarbone.

Balin: He would rather get to know you than pry into why you got piercings and tattoos. If you feel comfortable telling him, he will listen without judgment. It would bring back memories of his young adult life with Dwalin. I think Balin and Dawlin have matching tattoos. I could also see Balin having a nose or eyebrow ring when he was younger, but it got ripped out during battle.

Dwalin: Dwalin would love that you had so many tattoos and piercings. He would ask to get matching tattoos. You guys will talk for hours about tattoos, future tattoo ideas, and any horror stories. I think out of everyone, he knows why you have so many tattoos/piercings but would keep that secret forever.

Óin: “You got a booger in your nose.” he would joke about your septum ring. Oin doesn't understand the idea of piercings, thinking they will get caught on things and be distracting. But he loves tattoos. I could see him having a lower back tattoo from when he was young and wild. His secret would be revealed on the journey to Erebor when they stopped to bathe in the fountain at Rivendell. “Nice tramp stamp, Oin; what’s it say?” Nori jokes. "Why not ask your mother? I'm sure she would know." Oin laughs!

Glóin: He thinks you're lying about your age. How could the youngest member of the company have more tattoos than all of them combined?! Gloin loves your nose ring though. You are trying to convince him to get one, and it's slowly working!!

Bifur: Would sneakily show you his one tattoo proudly. It’s a heart with a dwarf's name written in it...secret lover??? Would he consider his ax a piercing? Yes. He won't ask why you are so young with so many tattoos, but every so often, when you drop some lore, he will listen intently, ensuring he gets every bit of it.

Bofur: Gives each tattoo a name. If you guys were sleeping next to each other, he would trace them. If Gandalf did his magic to move them, he would make little stories for them to preform.

Bombur: Asks how you eat with a tongue piercing. He is a little confused about the hype of piercings and tattoos. But Bofur and he would write down all the lore you told, trying to piece together the story.

Ori: Ori would ask to doodle on your tattoos. He would add to them, like drawing squiggles or coloring them in. He would also ask you to pose so he could do drawing studies of your tattoos. By the end of the trip, he should ask you to pierce his ears! 

Dori: I have to admit, he would actually like your look. He would think it’s a very dwarf thing to do and find it incredibly fashionable.

Nori: Nori will bond with you over piercings and remind you to clean them. He will also tell Ori he should follow in his footsteps and get some piercings. "It would be a Ri family tradition!" Nori will say.

Side note: Nori definitely has nipple piercings and a tongue ring lol

Thorin: He would be a little hesitant. With your age, the tattoos, and the piercing, he would be super weary. Thinking you were a bad influence! Balin would have to tell him not to judge a book by its cover.  

Omg idea: So you know how the dragon sickness kinda made him obsessed about gold and jewels. Well, what if he started to act like Smaug and he would sleep on the gold…and it got so bad that now he has like little bits of gold and gems stuck in him. They would be littered over his body…the more I talk about it, the more I keep thinking of Edward from Twilight..so think Thorin but with a sparkly body. 😂😂

Fíli: He loves your look!!! I could also see him trying to get you into some dwarf fashion and would gift you cool earrings he made. He would be down to hear your stories about your tattoos, but he would be too nervous to show you his...gotta keep that princely image lol

Kíli: Would want to get snake bites because of you. He thinks they are so cool and totally badass. “y/n could you do it for me. Here use this knife and give me some snake bites!”.

Side notes: I couldn't find a GIF of snake bites, but this one kinda matches the idea I had for him lol

Bilbo: Bilbo would disapprove. He would be scared the first time he met you, thinking you were a criminal….and once he realized your age, he would faint.  How could someone so young have so many tattoos!!

[opiopal]

I was thinking abt this and I wanna ask, does anyone else have any little headcanons that are canon but only to their own personal Mc that literally doesn’t make any sense but you have it bc YOU like it? Cause I sure do,

one of them is that Luci does my Mc’s hair every morning,

like, this is a day one thing which is what makes it a little wonky. My mc, as seen in drawings I’ve done of her, doesn’t really have her hair controlled apart from her two front braids, which she grows for like, growth from trauma. Her entire head of hair is very thick and untamed, and she rly only brushes it. she has a hard time doing her own hair so that’s how she just leaves it, (she has a few visual impairments and sometimes her hands just don’t listen to her) SO, first day at RAD she does her usual thing of just brushing out her hair and leaving, however Luci notices their hair looks just as messy as when he had first met her. He just thought she was such a mess bc she got randomly teleported, but does she seriously just live like that?? so he stopped her before she left and tied her hair up into a simple high ponytail, tied off with a purple bow to match her uniform tie. Really it was because he didn’t want the exchange student to look bad, because it would also made Lord Diavolo look bad. He didn’t want anyone to assume anything about Diavolo, and he makes sure to make that clear to her, he wasn’t doing this because he wanted to, it was just because he didn’t want the future king to be shamed. (Though I’m sure that paternal instinct in him also was kickin in but we know he would never admit it..)

over time it becomes a routine, he tried to get mammon to try and do their hair… but ofc he didn’t want much to do with mc in the beginning so luci always had to step in. He (kinda harshly) questioned my mc as to why she just doesn’t do it herself, which she, while embarrassed, awkwardly explained that she has a hard time with it and she’d rather not get into why. But she did stress that he didn’t have to do it! It’s completely fine! Yet every morning he’s ready with a hair tie, hairbrush, and the bow to do their hair. Honestly, my mc is absolutely a creature of habit and does NOT want it to be ruined, she needs all the stability she can get dang it! So it doesn’t sit right with her if there’s a day where her hair doesn’t get done by him, and it gets weird for him too if he doesn’t do it, like something in his schedule is missing. Even when all the tense crap is going on and Luci and mc lowkey are close to murdering each other, she’ll still walk into his room in the morning, hand him the stuff, and turn around. And he’ll do it, she’ll say thank you, then leave.

I can also imagine the other brothers wanting to try and help too, but mams struggles a bit with her hair(though he gets used to it and helps often once they start dating<3), Levi got really embarrassed but tried his best! He’s honestly good bc of styling cosplay wigs.. but she doesn’t always want ruri-Chan pigtails…. S8n would probably get frustrated but still manage a cute hair style, asmo… gets carried away, suddenly he’s braiding and curling- then doing a different style to see what else he could do- and it’s just a mess. I don’t think sweet boy Beel could manage much beyond helping to brush hair, which she can do just fine, and belphie… doesn’t know how to take care of his own hair let alone someone else’s, so he wouldn’t try lol,

another little thing I have with her is that like, she LOVES fruit, like, I like to imagine RADS cafeteria is kinda like a buffet but with the main course always changing, so she always gets like, a burger or something, and stuffs the rest of her tray with cut and uncut fruit, nearly every snack she has is fruit, So I have it like, if you were to give her a plate of fruit she’ll just zone out and eat it until it’s gone, then come back into reality. So it’s sometimes used to the brother advantage when they need to do something without mc stopping them or telling Luci, literally they just give her a bowl or plate of fruit and she blanks out til it’s gone, then she’s like “wait where tf did they go”

AND another thing is that she often has tea with Diavolo! It’s a weekly thing, they go and vibe together and just chit chat while barbatos makes sure their cups are never empty, over time she does actually get the both of them in on the convo, despite the fact that at first Barb insists on them enjoying their little hang out, since the young master has just been dying to see his human bestie, but he caves and usually joins in after a few visits

also my mc and luci have a father daughter thing going on, since he looks/reminds her of her father who she only knew for the first few years of her life, and Luci is just.. well himself, but ofc the game kinda ruins it for me sometimes🥲 I just pretend them hanging out is just wholesome fun bonding time and not an implied date 😔

[caramelstarlight]

Hi! I have a silly request to share.

It's about Al-Haitham and reader being former academic rivals. They were always at each other's throats. No matter what snarky comment one made the other always had a quick and witty remark. Oh? One got a 95 on their test? Well, too bad! The other got a 100 and will rub it in the other's face.

Literally all of Sumeru knew of their rivalry. But you know what they say: the more you bicker, the more you love. And eventually, the two would date in secret for the next couple of years before eventually getting engaged.

Needles to say, poor Kaveh, Cyno, and Tighnari were gobsmacked to see Al-Haitham linking arms with his biggest rival since his Akademiya days and introducing her as his fiancee.

I’m doing this again bc tumblr didn’t save my earlier draft 😭🤚

✅⭐️

anyways! Expect slower updates because school has started again for me. (Excluding this and the other one I have in my inbox.)

I haven’t been touching this because I was confused on how to grasp this.

But yay story. It’s below the cut (You have amurta because it’s the biggest and my favorite.)

Rivals to Lovers

Alhaitham x Female Reader (Can be read as G/N)

You walked into class carrying what you needed for the day. Today was a test taking one. Sadly it was the first class you were in that had the test. Others came through the door you watched as each person sat down. Waiting for the bell to ring.

When it did ring everyone was inside as the teacher welcomed everyone and showed a few confusing parts with a few hints on how to deal with them. Luckily you understood everything unlike some others.

You received your test and began. Skimming through each page to find similarities in questions. Using that method to easily do majority correctly. You focused on the other questions and used the tips the teacher had given the class.

Amurta was lucky to have such a kind teacher, giving everyone study time and tips to pass any tests and gives tutoring in lunch or recess period. Everyone would pass in her class.

You went to your next class, identifying differences between certain species. Being given multiple animals with similar ones. Such as Snow,Crimson and Desert foxes.

You figured out majority of the differences and finished early. Focusing on drawing a Crystalfly and a Avidya Leopard for the remaining time. The bell rang and you walked out. Seeing Tighnari with his friends beside Alhaitham.

Your mind thought of what happened to him. Is he stuck in the library like always? You’d ask yourself as you went towards the bunch. Joining in on the conversation they were maintaining.

Until Alhaitham showed up. You looked at him and Kaveh tried to act like he wasn’t there. Failing of course. “I betted that you wouldn’t get a better score than me.”

He stated as he looked at you. “Oh yeah? I bet I did better than you. Why don’t you tell me ur score?” You stated confidently and he said he got a 95. “How much were you betting?” “Only 20 dollars(idk how much mora that would be lol) Are you scared?”

“No because I got a perfect score of 100!” You said as the others tried to not laugh. Your rivalry with eachother was interesting. Showing your paper to him across the table and sticking your tongue out. “Anyways who did you bet it to?” “Cyno.” Everyone’s head turned to him and he was confused. “What?”

“Why cyno-?” Kaveh asked to Alhaitham. “Because he wanted to.” “I uhhh…” “Cyno you shouldn’t bet.” Tighnari scolded him as he nodded. “Anyways I will do better than you in our next class!” You said as you looked to Alhaitham. “Yeah sure.” He replied as he looked away and back to his book. Handing cyno the money.

He did better the next time and repeated what you did to him beside sticking out his tongue. Another fight between you two was about to happen. Which is usually the both of you just rambling about the other and trying to be louder than the other. Which didn’t happen. Thanks to Tighnari holding you back.

Multiple years passed and graduation comes. You two of course still bickered with one another and weren’t as competitive as you used to be when you were younger.

Now with the both of you dating secretly you have to keep up the act still. You both didn’t want others to find out that secret that was kept hidden.

You sticked out your tongue playfully at him as you linked arms. He smiled at you before he made you spin and let go. You dropped your scroll as he snickered at you.

Your yelling could be heard from a bit away. Gathering a lot of people’s attention but they were used to it. Everyone knew you bickered constantly. Trying to keep up the act as you made him drop his scroll. He looked at you with slight anger and ignored you.

When the time came you yeeted your hats in happiness. A few bits of celebration everywhere. All happy they were finished learning successfully in their chosen darshan.

He brought you on dates with gifts and you did the same but he did majority of them. Always booking the times that would be the most crowded or exclusive.

Both of yours and his parents approved of it. Letting you both to get engaged after a few years of getting together. You and him arranged a meet up with the others after not seeing them for 3 years.

“Hey guys long time no see!” You said as you waved to them at the meetup spot. Alhaitham linking his arm with you. They were in shock at the two of you. “You guys are dating-?” Tighnari asked as he looked at the arms. “Yeah. We’re engaged actua-“ “WHAT?” Cyno and Kaveh exclaimed as Tighnari covered his ears.”

“Yes indeed. She is my fiancé.” “Y/N your his fiancé-??” Kaveh asking you while you nodded. “You guys always bicker I’m surprised you both managed to do this.” Cyno mentioned as you all headed to the spot.

“She and I had a Rivals to Lovers I guess?” Alhaitham stated as you nodded slightly. Talking with the others on the way. “We’re going to the cafe to have lunch together! It’s on us.” You said as Alhaitham gave a thumbs up.

Arriving at the cafe and ordering, sitting down and chatting amongst everyone while waiting for the food and drinks to arrive. Enjoying the meal as you all listened to stories of what happened to eachother in those three years.

(Had no idea how to end this but I hope you enjoy)

[ryuichirou]

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About nkgw and about the Idia sketches! And also one about fem!Azul drawing from a while ago.

Anonymous asked:

hi! If you don't mind me asking, are you the creator of  Ń̸̞●̸͔k̴̙●̷̠g̴͍ą̶́ẇ̵̠a̴͈ stories on twitter? If so, is it part of something bigger or is there any more lore or backstory to the town/universe?

Hi, Anon.

Yes, I am! We didn’t really want to tie the author identity to this project if that makes sense (to keep it somewhat cryptic), but it’s an open secret anyway: it’s our project, and I am the one both writing and drawing it with Katsu’s assistance, guidance and sometimes ideas.

Our intention with Ń̸̞●̸͔k̴̙●̷̠g̴͍ą̶́ẇ̵̠a̴͈ stories was to create a series of small self-sufficient comics that could be read in any order, like small bites of kind of spooky kind of weird something in your timeline to go “huh?” for a moment or two; so there isn’t really any backstory or lore... But who knows, maybe some mysteries are going to get a little more context to them! Or not. The recent detective storyline is the first actual ongoing storyline that Ń̸̞●̸͔k̴̙●̷̠g̴͍ą̶́ẇ̵̠a̴͈ has. We are still thinking about the way we’re going to go around it, so it’s subtle for now. (I’m pretty sure Katsu also said it while replying to a similar ask today)

I don’t mind the theories though! It would be interesting to read what people think about things that are going on there.

What I can also say for sure is that I really enjoyed drawing an undressing game for it last year, so if possible and when we have more time for it, I’d love to draw something interactive again.

It’s also in a little impromptu hiatus right now because of my deadlines, but we’ll be back soon! Thank you so much for reading it and enjoying it. It tickles and inspires me a lot to hear that someone is interested in what exactly going on in this weird little town.

Anonymous asked:

How the hell do you draw so fast??? The new Idia ssr pjs JP card came out and you drew 2 amazing ones before I got his tsum and broom ones on the English servers within 3 hours of its release. And now another one??? God hands right there

Thank you, Anon!! I just draw a lot! lol

Well, there is also some planning involved. I started sketching around when the teaser for Idia’s ssr pjs just came out, coming up with poses and ideas and stuff. And now I just have to clean, fix and colour those sketches… since I am not doing lineart for them, it takes much less time! Well, it still takes a couple of hours of course, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not like I have to be as clean or precise as when I draw something similar to our recent Cater (he took ~4 days).

So yeah, a combination of me drawing pretty much all day and Katsu being smart about our time management and posting schedule lol

Anonymous asked:

Are we cycling through all the main Idia fuckers of the blog with the pajama drawings?

I think we are! It was unintentional at first though, so Azul’s and Ortho’s sketches are pretty…vague, without the second person actually being depicted. I kind of got carried away with the other guys… (yes it’s a little teaser lol). We’ll probably draw something for the vague boys again though, it’d be only fair...

Anonymous asked:

plushie nice and big

yessss, perfect plushie

Anonymous asked:

It's bright blue eyes disturb me so

Anonymous asked:

Like it's staring into my very being

Reminds me of doll Rook dare I say, they should be friends

Oh no, another cursed toy…!

I think this one is a little more judgmental, isn’t it? Doll Rook was so friendly and cuddly!

And Azu-plush just wants to cuddle with one person only and still be pouty about it somehow.

Anonymous asked:

For the latest Fem!Azul drawing is she wet or is she *wet*?

Yes.

And both options are equally dangerous…

[sweetestlittledarling]

The Songbirds Backstory

For @vesuviaweekly's prompt of many questions which I figured would be a good chance to finally hammer in the Songbird's backstory (my three sibling apprentices). Is this post going to be for me mostly? Probably, but I enjoy being creative and it's been sitting in my brain for a long while. So...yeah...(lol)

P.s. I have a bit more to this that goes into the game and beyond but Lord Tumblr only has so much space so I probably will have to post that at a later date.

Before the game even began...

Nightengale Fae, a student studying magic under her mentor Aunty Agatha, meets Arthur Dupont, the second son of a well-known magical family (with some dark ties to shadow magic). Against the wishes of both family and mentor, Nightengale and Arthur fall in love and get married in secret. To escape Arthur’s family, they flee the city.

Nightengale and Arthur settle on a small island only fishermen seem to know about called Dunlet, where there a small port town by the name of Winterville. Nightengale sets up shop as the town’s resident healer while Arthur took over the lighthouse which became their home.

They had their first child Robin, who seemed to have a magical talent right away. Robin seemed to draw magic from both his parents though Arthur told him never to use Shadow magic which was a specialty of Arthur’s family. Robin, wanting to make his parents happy agrees and instead focuses on light magic like his mother.

A few years later Nightengale discovered she was pregnant again, this time with twins. But Arthur got news that his brother wanted to meet with him to discuss family business. Scared of what his brother and/or family might try if he didn’t go Arthur decided to go, asking Robin to take care of everyone while he was gone. He never returned and is presumed dead.

Nightengale now on her own had trouble carrying the twins, Sparrow and Lark who nearly died in the birth. Robin, somewhat unknowingly, used his magic to save them, connecting them for the rest of their lives.

The kids grow up on the island with their mother, enjoying life and being together. The town folk help out by watching them as a thank you to Nightengale and her taking care of them. Robin was very grown up even at a young age, trying to help his mother as much as he could. He dreamed of traveling like his father but always felt the need to stay close to his family.

Sparrow grows into a smart young lady, who was nobody’s push over as she was always incredibly determined (which Lark later calls stubborn). She also enjoys the stories from the sailors, and they will often bring her books to read, her favorite being romantic stories of pirates and sailors.

Lark was noticeably quiet, often hiding behind his sister and letting her talk. He enjoys learning about animals though he also spends a good amount of time in bed as he was often sickly. Robin and Sparrow were always there to entertain him and they mostly play together because there are rarely any children on the island except them.

Robin has a dream one night of playing on a beach and meeting a blond-haired boy about his age. This is his first meeting with Asra in the magic realm though he doesn’t remember it when he wakes up.

One day a stranger arrives on the island that everyone is wary of. It turns out to be Arthur’s brother Bertrand and he has come to find his brother’s family. He tricks Nightengale into leaving the kids alone and tries to kidnap the twins. Robin intervenes and manages to wound Bertrand before he is wounded himself. Nightengale is able to intervene and save them.

Nightengale takes all three kids to the magic place where Robin is healed and Nightengale strikes a deal with the Magician. She offers her magic for the power to protect her children from their father’s family as she knew that she could not do it alone. The Magician warns that giving up one’s magic would mean death for one such as herself, but Nightengale knows it would be the only way to protect them. Robin and Asra agree to meet before they are sent back, and the children wake to find their mother gone.

A family friend takes them to Vesuvio where they are to live with a still bitter Aunt Agatha (she holds a grudge for a long time). Agatha begrudgingly takes the kids in and starts to build their talents in magic finding each other them being talented in various forms (Robin- Storm, which is water and light magic, Sparrow- Spirit which is connected to the heart and feelings of others with a little fire and ice, Lark- Living which is connected to nature and the world). She remains their caretaker for a couple of years before she has to take ‘retirement’ leaving them the shop and all that resides inside. The three struggle for a bit, trying to figure out how to run things on their own but somehow manage.

On the eve of the celebration of the arrival of the new empress, the family meets Asra, a tarot card reader who they adopt as one of the family. Realizing Asra’s innate magical talent, Robin begs Asra to help him teach the twins. Asra agrees and moves in with the family. Not long after Asra and Robin begin dating. Their life is happy, though Asra often times disappears for lengthy periods of time leaving Robin feeling once again abandoned and frustrated at being the only one who stays.

Sparrow and Lark as teenagers start to discover themselves. Sparrow struggles with romantic love and self-love as she goes through many love interests (of all genders). Her longest romance is with a man named Freddy who promises marriage but ends up sailing away. She is still incredibly defensive of her family earning her the nickname ‘Guard Dog’ which she both loves and hates.

Lark is dealing with his gender identity as well finding his voice. As he gets older, he comes out of his sister’s shadow and discovers that he can be strong, though he still deals with anxiety and worry. He tries to hide his feeling behind a cocky attitude and pranks which are the bane of everyone’s existence.

As the plague sets in, they are determined not to lose their home again, even at Asra’s insistence that they run. Robin and Asra have a massive argument with ends with Asra leaving and Robin feeling regretful.

Sparrow, wanting to help, gets a job with a local doctor, Julian. She learns much in her time with him and develops a bit of a crush on the doctor (though it wasn’t the right time for either of them). She ends up getting sick and travels to the Lazaret. In the Lazaret Sparrow tries to use the skills she had learned from Julian to make people more comfortable before succumbing to the plague herself.

Lark, angered by his sister’s death, went to Julian in furious anger, blaming him for everything. He was taken to the Lazaret, alone and scared, wishing he could go back to being happy again.

Robin was the last to go, lost without Asra or his siblings. Before his death he managed to visit Asra in a dream, trying to apologize for what had happened and to say goodbye. This spurred Asra to return to Vesuvio, but it was too late.

Years later Asra managed to take a hold of the spell that would bring back the Songbirds (by hijacking it from Lucio lol), but it wasn’t strong enough to bring back all three and it was impossible to bring back just one. Wanting to fix all the pain, Robin sacrificed most of his magic weaking himself severally but allowing the Magician to bring back him and his siblings. They all awoke in their home, unaware of their deaths and having very scattered memories of the past.  

So it begins...

[lunar-rcp]

Any amber hcs?/nf

𖦹 🌷 ˓ ミ Amber headcanons ໒꒱ ‧₊

♡ !! Thank you for this ask! I love amber a lot!! She needs more attention,,

cw: parental death

✦ Has the best fashion sense out of the team. Having a fashion crisis? Just come to Amber, she'll help out! Sometimes she even likes to design her own clothing.. however, she does need her own models of course! That being, none other than the rescue team! (Roy & Poli are forced to wear dresses sometimes) (Someone please draw that actually)

✦ It may not seem like it, but she can be a TOTAL flirt. She can be bold, and she's not afraid to do so! Which leads to Poli and Roy mostly being flustered by her sparkle.

✦ The opposite of Roy, Amber actually enjoys spicy food. Whenever they both order something, she helps Roy with his serving if something happened to be spicy in it.

✦ Honestly, I don't think this is my own headcanon. We should all agree Amber would be absolutely terrifying when she gets angry.

✦ Amber beats herself up whenever she messes up something. She's afraid of failure, and she despises it. However, the team will always tell her that it's okay to make mistakes.

✦ Literally smells like roses and flowerly perfume. She's a clean girl i'm telling you.

✦ When she met Sandy, she was EXTREMELY overjoyed. To think there would be an another girl in a rescue team had her on cloud nine. Sandy, Amber and Jin often like to do girl hang outs, gossiping about the guys lol (poor them)

✦ Loves to collect crystals and has an entire collection of them. She even gifted crystals to the rescue team members, they treasure it dearly. Here's the crystals she gave to them

Poli - Sodalite

Roy - Red jasper

Helly - Chyrsoprase

Jin - Sunstone

✦ She can be a bit of a nerd, but that's a given. She sometimes goes off about rambling about random things like gemstones and such, but the others happily listen to her rambles. Even if she gets a little embarrassed when she finds out she's been rambling.

✦ Has the healthiest sleeping schedule out of the team. Wakes up early, and goes to bed early. Poli might wake up the earliest, but does he go to bed early? Well..

✦ Enjoys a green smoothie everyday. She tries to suggest the idea to the others. (She was met with Poli, Helly and Jin in utter disgust. However, Roy enjoyed it.)

✦ While I imagine roy as the cook for the team, she's the BAKER for the team! Absolutely makes the most godly desserts that cease to exist. The team adores it. She's in charge for birthday cakes.

✦ When Amber was little, she had to face her mom being pretty sick. Her mom unfortunately passed away when she was a teenager. This was the main reason why she became a nurse, to protect others.

✦ She comes from a big family! She has 5 other siblings, and she's the oldest. Even if it's a lot, she all loves them dearly with her heart.

✦ Adores jewerly. Whenever she has the time, she loves making little bracelets out of gemstones for the team. She's really creative whenever it comes to making accessoires.

✦ Amber dislikes sea food. Especially octopus. She can't really handle textures of certain foods sometimes.

✦ Whenever she's the one who gets sick, she's forced to face the team go into a mindless panic. Even if it's chaotic, it does make her feel better that they care so much for her.

✦ When the others are sick, she knows exactly what to do. She makes sure they have ALL the comfort they need. To kidshows or humming songs, she got them.

✦ Speaking of humming songs.. Amber can sing really well. She doesn't do it often, but whenever they have karoke nights thats when her voice really comes out.

✦ Good at archery! She has a really good aim. Watch out.

✦ Amber feels like she's the weakest of the team since she can't carry heavy stuff without her arms giving out. She feels like she's just supposed to stand on the side for aid rather than help, because she'll just mess it up.

✦ Sometimes a little TOO forgiving. She tries her best to not easily forgive, but it's hard for her.

[sdr2lovemail]

Is there any chance I could get a general relationship headcanons for Yomi Hellsmile and Martina Electro (Raincode) with a g/n reader?

Thanks!~

Yomi Hellsmile and Martina Electro Relationship Headcanons (GN Reader)

Notes: I got really carried away with these! (O_O;) I was going to write headcanons for them together as well, but this post was getting super long. But if you're interested in that, feel free to send another request, dear! With the way my askbox looks, I'll become the person known for writing about Martina and Yomi. Not complaining tho, lol! I hope you enjoy the fruits of my indulgent labors.

Yomi Hellsmile

Getting into a relationship with Yomi would not be easy. He’s standoffish, rude, and devoted to his work. He would have to know you for a long time before even thinking about pursuing a relationship.

Yomi is surprisingly romantic. He knows he’s handsome and how to charm people. As director of the peacekeepers, he can take you out almost anywhere. His preferred places are ones where the two of you can be alone.

Yomi is the possessive type. Like the way Kanai Ward is his city, you are his partner. No one else is allowed to think about you he does. He’s got a nasty jealousy streak as well and isn’t fond of people throwing advances at you.

What he considers advances is vague though. Depending on how he’s feeling that day, someone just speaking to you in a way he didn’t like is eligible to be framed for murder.

Dates are few and far between. He’ll tell you early on that Amaterasu comes first. But sometimes he’ll surprise you with a night out. Yomi would buy out an entire restaurant so you could spend time in private. He enjoys more expensive tastes, so they’ll be decently fancy places.

When it comes to affection, Yomi is on the rougher side. Kissing would usually incorporate some type of biting, his favorite places being the neck and shoulders. He’s a strange man so he’s not above drawing a little blood.

He acts like he’s giving you some grand gift while being affectionate. Even if he’s coming to you for a hug or kiss, Yomi will tease you like you need him. As a fan of being dramatic, he’d go as far as calling himself ‘your savior.’

As much as he likes you, his sadism knows no bounds. He’ll be mean towards you, but in a somewhat loving way. If you mess something up, he’ll be sure to point it out, more than likely laughing. Yomi may or may not help you out, it all relies on his mood.

Want a kiss? That’s too bad, he’s much too busy to entertain you right now. He’ll come to you when he’s ready. Or jump on you the minute you turn your back.

There are two sides that fight inside his brain: one that wants to show you off to every and anyone, and the other that wants to keep his romantic life to himself. The first one usually wins as he can’t keep his hands off you.

If you worked at Amaterasu Corporation, Yomi would seek you out during the workday. Maybe asking you to do tasks for him like gathering files or preparing his afternoon tea. Or he’d have you accompany him on a homicide case. He thinks he can make you swoon by showing off his sense of justice.

If you were a regular Kanai Ward citizen, he would be a bit more private about your relationship. Crime is rampant there and he knows that there are very few, if any at all, people that like him. Yomi doesn’t know what he would do if some disgusting criminals were to harm you because of himself. Yes, he does, and it wouldn’t be pretty.

If you were a detective, it’s just a big mess all around. He wants to see your corpse hanging above his mantle yet craves the feel of your lips crashing against his so bad. Purposefully goes out of his way to be a nuisance in cases you’re working on. Yomi is not above an alleyway make-out session before sending the peacekeepers after you.

Martina Electro

Martina is a bit easier to court, but she holds herself in high regard and expects the same from her partner. She won’t accept anything less than what she deserves.

Unless you are in a position of power higher than hers, Martina would take more of a leading role in figuring out this relationship. She plans dates out weeks in advance, she is a fan of high-end café’s, shopping, and museum dates.

One fact about Martina that everyone is aware of, she loves talking about her partner. She’ll talk about you when brought up, she’ll talk about you unprompted, she’ll talk about you even if no one is listening. Martina will constantly sing your praises.

If there’s something to know about you, Martina will know it. She knows how you like your food and drinks to be prepared, hobbies, how you prefer your bed to be made. It sounds obsessive, and it kind of is, but this is how she shows her love. Her love language is being involved with your life.

Martina isn’t one to be jealous, she’s pretty secure in her relationships. People know her status as a peacekeeper and won’t come near you anyways. However, that doesn't mean that she doesn’t get possessive. Keeping you near her and in her grasp really gets her going.

Speaking of getting her going, she’s very reactive to affection. If your attention is a drug, she’s addicted to it. Holding her in your arms, kissing her anywhere, will make her flush a deep red. At first, her kissing is very clinical, like she’s analyzing you rather than kissing. But with time, she gets more enthusiastic, more relaxed. She doesn’t mind PDA either if you’re the one dealing it.

Despite her devotion, and borderline obsession, Martina is still her own, headstrong woman. If you do something she doesn’t like, she will be sure to tell you. Unfortunately, she’s stubborn by nature. If it comes down to arguments, it’ll usually be her way or no way until she cools off and gets more level headed.

Maybe it’s the homunculus DNA, but she enjoys your smell. There’s no real rhyme or reason to it. The familiarity of your scent is just something she likes. Borrowing pieces of clothing or spending time wrapped in your blankets are just heavenly. In the comfort of her own home, Martina would love to hold you in her arms, her face buried in your neck or hair. Watch out though, she has a bit of a drooling problem.

Motorcycle dates with Martina! Bring a thick rain coat, or not, she can provide one. She’ll take you out driving around the outskirts of Kanai Ward. There’re not many places that are very scenic, but there are a few places where the two of you can be alone. Make sure to hold on tight because she loves showing off with all types of tricks.

Post game, when she’s working in accounting, Martina will want to have a long talk with you. She knows the way she acted while working under Yomi was awful, and she wants to be completely transparent with you. However, working in an office now gives her more time to spend with you. If you surprised her with lunch one day, she might just die from joy!

If you worked at Amaterasu Corporation, she would want you by her side at all times. Follow her around and help at crime scenes. If you were a common peacekeeper, Martina would have you added to her team. Being her personal assistant is a fun thought. Her cute, devoted assistant that does as she says. But, that’s a post for another time.

If you were a citizen of Kanai Ward, she would be a bit condescending. She’s the beautiful vice director of the peacekeepers and you’re probably some poor office worker. She would talk down to you both unintentionally and intentionally. Nevertheless, she does love you. Martina would absolutely spoil you with gifts and lavish dates.

If you were a detective, she’s going to have a lot of fun tormenting you. Not much makes her happier than a cute face twisting in despair. Unlike Yomi, Martina doesn’t want you dead. No, that would ruin the fun too quickly. She would love to personally crush any hope you had of being a detective in Kanai Ward. She’s aware that she’s attractive and would try to use her charisma into getting you to join Amaterasu.

[oolahx]

Hellou!~

I just read the text where you answered an ask about your AU and a question came to mind....

Elis has already tried asking the one who is waiting what is happening? Like, for the second or maybe the tenth time? Or do they already ask the crown? I don't know who they would run to in desperation.

Btw, your au is amazing and your drawings- oh my god! Works of art! I'm upset that Tumblr didn't notify me of your new posts.

Hi there! Oooh that is a good question to ask. And a bit complicated to answer, lol. After the event with Meranno (the first follower) Ellis became distanced from their Cult. They took care of their followers, made sure they were well and all this stuff, but they stopped being honest about their own feelings. They put on this facade of the "great and untouchable leader". When in the first years of the cult they were trying to connect with them, after Meranno's imprisonment Ellis didn't form these close-knit bonds anymore. The only one they could trust with their thoughts and feelings was The One Who Waits (and Baal and Aym, but they treated the twins like kits). He was always there, always waiting and he was always honest. He didn't shy away from the truth and Ellis always knew that they would be sacrificed at the end. They really appreciated it after the uncertainty of their whole previous life. Ellis developed this thought process that they should always guard their emotions and feelings. "Don't let anybody know. Be the flawless leader." They trusted Narinder with their whole life (and death lol), but they treated him as a God not a friend. Someone to be worshipped not someone to see as an equal. They didn't want to worry him. They weren't aware that Narinder knew about the reversions so they tried desperately to keep it to themselves As for Narinder... Well... He waited a thousand years for the time where he could be free. with his goal so close, he couldn't just give up. Despite the mounting worry for his vessel, TOWW did nothing to stop their deterioating state. And when Ellis finally attacked him (seeing no other way to break the loop) he was too mad to talk

long answer short: Ellis has no one to talk to about it. Because of their facade in front of their cult and because of their feeling of inferiority in front of Narinder. They often talk to the Crown, but it doesn't offer much advice, as it is still Narinder's crown. It always supports Ellis tho! Hope this answers your question!! Got a bit carried away with it, but I'm just so excited about this AU! Thank you so much for being excited about it, and don't worry, Tumblr sometimes does its thing LOL!!

[streakyglasses]

So I have another prompt…well idea. Stris getting a dog - so a Stris friend of mine and I have talked a lot about this lol. We also have their children named 😆 but first, I think they need a dog. I just imagine them talking about the next step in their relationship, adding a member to their family, aka a dog 🥺 thank you for all your amazing little stories, I adore every one of them!

Hello! I’m absolutely in love with the idea of them getting a dog (if that isn’t obvious). thank you for sharing this—it was an absolute joy to write! i feel like I got to stretch writing muscles/explore aspects of their relationship that I hadn’t before. + calling back to some earlier moments & hopefully injecting enough fluff to keep us all warm through winter lol! thank you for all your support & being a part of this lil community 🩵✨

read under the cut (will be on ao3/fun later)

Things are perfect. It took time, sure, but they are. Fulfilling jobs. A small one-bedroom apartment that’s distinctly theirs. Pictures lining the walls and two backpacks hung next to the door. Hiking and food trucks every other Sunday without fail. Boredom and adventure in equal measure that blend into the only thing either of them ever wanted: security with someone else. 

On the days they both get the evening off, they usually end up in the kitchen. She teaches him family recipes in exchange for the comfort meals he’s picked up along the way. Her laugh echoes off the cabinets when he wraps his arms around her from the back, taking in a deep breath of the delicious, crispy chicken that’s cooking away on the stove. She finds his cheek without looking, easy after they’ve done this dance so many times, and turns just enough to steal a kiss before clicking the stove off. 

“Bowls, please,” she smiles. Making a dramatic show of having to let her go, Street gets them down and carries them to the couch once they’re full. 

She brings the drinks and napkins. With an already-queued baking show ready to go, she throws her feet in his lap and they dig in. It’s perfect. 

And it’s exactly the situation they find themselves in just after Halloween. Chris’s stomach is full from her burger but alive with excitement as she draws her feet back into her own space, the question that’s been on her mind all day finally about to see the light. A dissatisfied noise escapes Street, pausing the tv without a second thought, and he turns to look at her. He smiles the second he sees her smile, heart jumping at how lucky he is that she chose him. 

“You’re up to something,” he comments and narrows his eyes. She rolls hers. Glancing at his hands, she leans forward and grabs one. 

“I’ve been thinking,” she starts. “How would you feel about getting a dog?” 

Street freezes. He races through every recent memory to figure out where he missed her bringing this up before now, but comes up short. The familiar pressure of her squeezing his hand brings him back to her wide, sparkling eyes. He doesn’t know if she knows that she’s biting her bottom lip, or that she could ask him for anything while making that face and he’d find it for her. So all the questions about when and why and how melt away like ice in July. 

“Okay.” 

“Really?” Chris lights up brighter than the sun. Thumb running over her knuckles out of habit, he nods with a soft laugh. 

“Did you think I was going to say no?”

“I thought you were going to have questions. To want to talk about it.”

“I do,” he says, tugging her back to him, all the way onto his lap. “But I figure the answer is going to be yes, so we might as well start there and now we can do all the logistics.”

Settling into him, she splays her hand over his chest and breathes in his woodsy detergent. 

“I love you,” she smiles, features soft. He cuts her off to murmur it back. Pink crawls up her neck and dusts her cheeks. “And, it’s time we got a new family member. I haven’t had a dog since Champ.” 

Understanding and admiration swirl in his eyes when he looks down at her and then kisses her forehead. The few memories he has of Champ, and the poignant one of her after he passed, are as vivid now as when it happened. He holds her closer. 

“I know how much he meant to you. What breed are you thinking? Another shepherd?”

“Yeah, actually.” She blinks back the tears forming at the thought of her old partner, waving off his concern. “I’m in a group with a bunch of other K9 handlers. Cop named Andrew is looking to home a three year old named Jasper. He was shot during a raid, and the damage is too much to reinstate him, but he’s fully recovered and mobile.” 

“Do you have a picture?” 

Eyebrows furrowing, Chris reaches for her phone and pulls one up of a dog sitting in the grass, his head cocked to the side and a large bone at his feet. 

“Looks like a perfect addition.” Street says, a warmth curling in his stomach that he only feels in moments alone with Chris. “When would we get him?” 

“The end of the week. That’ll give us enough time to get everything, and for me to get in touch about any special needs or upcoming shots. If Friday works for you?” 

“That it does; twenty’s off on Friday.”

Giddiness up to her ears, she hugs him as tightly as she can, able to feel his heartbeat through her bones. He holds her just as tight. 

“What about days were both working?” Street asks, softer, mind spinning with all the new questions and possibilities. She shrugs as if she’s already thought this all through, and he realizes she definitely has. 

“He’ll come to the safe house with me. It’ll be good to have an extra set of eyes, he’s already trained, and I hope the girls will feel more secure knowing he’s there, too. Plus, I’m going to teach him some emotional support techniques.” 

“That’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

“Remember that when he’s lying on your side of the bed.” She jokes, scratching his neck lightly and feeling his muscles jump under her touch. 

“Can’t be much different than you lying on my side all the time.” 

“Please, you love it.” 

“Never said I didn’t.”

He gives her that cocky grin and she swats at his chest, but he catches her hand. The sun is starting to set, casting them in a golden glow. His eyes trace over their space.

“I see a bed in the corner,” he whispers to her, breath rustling her hair. “Toy basket next to the TV stand. Leash next to our keys. Food bowl…”

“At the end of the island.” Chris joins him, more content than she’s ever been. “And another basket of toys in the bedroom.” 

“Did you spoil Champ like that?” He sounds like he doesn’t believe her, and she laughs.

“I did. He took care of me, saved my life. Least I could do was make sure he had a lot of toys and bones. We’d usually end up on the couch together after shift; he loved to watch remodeling shows with me.” 

Street’s heart swells at the love in her voice. He sees her through his lashes and savors knowing he’ll have the rest of forever with someone as kind and passionate as her. Feeling his gaze, she glances up, too, and it’s easy to see that it’s mutual. 

“I always wanted a dog.” He starts. “Obviously my parents never had one—thank God for that.” 

She snuggles closer, pulls a blanket over them to burrow up underneath in a tangle of limbs. 

“Did any of your foster homes ever have one?” 

“A few. I was never there long enough to really learn how to take care of ‘em, though. Duke was really my first dog, if you can count that.”

“Please, I count Duke as one of mine for how much I see him.”

“And to think of all those times Luca almost walked in on us, you were really just there for Duke.” 

A full body laugh rolls through her, and it isn’t long before they’re both dissolved into the fit. Only once her breath catches and she feels the imminent threat of a hiccup attack does she rein herself in. They collect the blanket and readjust, but the buzz stays in the air. 

“Champ was my first dog, too, you know. Guess that makes Duke my second.” 

“Really? I’d’ve thought you had at least one or two growing up.”

“No,” she shakes her head. “Five kids and four adults— we could barely see the floor growing up. And then Sarzo worked full time and Helena had her hands full with me and Tomas.”

“So…”

“A few of my cousins had dogs as kids. And in high school we had to do volunteer work and one of the approved places was a shelter. I loved getting to walk the dogs, train ‘em. I knew I wanted to be a cop but it really solidified my choice to go into K9 right away. Felt like I spoke their language more than all the ‘good old boys.’” 

He drops a tender kiss on her forehead, picturing a younger Chris cuddled on her couch with Champ and remembering all the times she’d train Duke when she came over. 

“Looks like we’re both taking some big steps then; I’m excited. Who would’ve thought six years ago…” 

Narrowing her eyes, the memory dawns on her in a slow vignette, and she lets out a stunted, surprised laugh. 

“I can’t believe you remember that.”

“How could I not?” Street counters. “‘I like dogs. Not dawgs.’ How things have changed.” 

“Uh, no.” She pats his chest as if to offer her sympathy. “That still stands. You just no longer fit the description. Lucky for me.”

Her voice has barely dropped but he senses the change within it, too. A slight raspiness clouding the sentimental of the past with everything of the present. Who is he to stop them when things are perfect? 

“Thank God for that.” He matches her tone. Capturing her mouth in a deeper kiss, her chest rises to meet him. Salt lingers on his lips that she takes her time savoring with her tongue as she maneuvers to straddle his lap. 

“Hey. Hey, wait,” he gets out around heavy breaths. She pulls back, supported by his hands on the small of her back, a question on her face. “Is Jasper trained in German?” 

“Yes? Why—right now?” 

“Looks like I’ll need a teacher then.”

Street smirks something deliciously evil, and Chris has never backed down from a challenge. Her laugh is softer but no less intense, and she murmurs her answer into the corner of his mouth after another kiss. 

“Good thing you’ve got me then.”

Hands snaking under his shirt and up his chest, it lands on the coffee table and her voice lands near his ear, low and hot. 

“You need a teacher for this, too?” 

“This?” He whispers, lust speeding through the barriers in him, spurred on by something primal that puts her shirt on the floor, behind the couch. Her legs wrap around him instinctively when he stands, one arm under her thighs while the other stays square on her back. “No, I’ve got this.”  ————————————————————————As it turns out, perfect isn’t a ceiling to reach, it’s a home they build. Friday comes, Chris’s truck bed full of toys and treats and another brand new dog bed—after they came to the conclusion that just having one in the living room wasn’t enough—and she’s practically vibrating as she stops at Andrew’s place. 

He’s waiting for them with Jasper firmly at his feet, panting in the California fall. Street’s eyes widen like a little kid’s when he sees the dog; it starts to sink in that they’re taking him home. For good. 

“Hello!” Chris jumps into a baby voice to talk to Jasper, after saying hi to Andrew. She takes the leash and Jasper jumps up, ready to go. His tail wags and he happily follows every command she has in exchange for the treats she’s got in her pockets. 

“You wanna try, Street? He’s a great dog.” She asks, unwilling to let the wisps of hesitation in his irises keep him from all the good he deserves. For good measure, she bites her lip. 

“Sure. Jasper!”

Jasper turns at attention, tail still going. 

“Sitz!” 

He sits. An odd feeling sparks in Street’s chest—a sense of accomplishment and joy so large it almost seems silly for the situation. But he catches in his periphery all the confidence and pride in Chris’s gaze on him, and he lets it grow.  ————————————————————————Perfect is messy. It’s bright ropes and lamb stuffed animals and too many tennis balls strewn across their floor. It’s Chris in the middle of it all, covered in black fur and laughing her heart out as tussles with Jasper. It’s Street throwing his jacket over one of the bar stools so he can join them. 

“He’ll get used to it quick,” Chris promises Street when she senses his concern at how Jasper paces the space after they’ve played. They’re still on the floor, backs against the couch. “It just takes time. Doesn’t it, Boy? Yes it does!” 

As if she said the magic word, Jasper plops down in front of both of them. His head cocks like in the picture, one paw crossed over the other. Street races for his phone to snap another. 

After dinner and a long walk, Chris texts Andrew an update that Jasper is settling well, and they head to bed. Another small bag of treats is on the nightstand if need be, but Jasper takes one look at the lush bed on the floor and the giant one, and promptly goes up the short staircase Chris insisted on buying to protect his hips. Circling a few times, he lands in the center of the foot of the bed. 

“Finally, you can’t put your cold feet on me.” Street teases. Chris rolls her eyes but turns out the overhead light and flutters over to join them. 

“Night, Jasper!” She whispers as she goes, kissing between his eyes. Slipping under the covers, she finds her usual position with her head on his chest, just at slightly more of a diagonal. 

“Good night, Street,” she yawns, and burrows her feet up to Jasper’s side. “I love you.” 

“Love you, babe. Good night, Jasper!” 

Things are perfect.