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Hi! I'm still feral for these two, would you mind giving us some art of them in their later years together!?
Hello angel!!!!
Sorry it’s taken so long to respond���🫶 but I wanted to draw some new art for this ask💓
We have: Sebastian and Eloise trying out their new fancy camera with a selfie, pictures of them with their daughter, and finally…idk I just always felt like this drawing is when they’re a bit older💓
I want to take this ask as an opportunity as well to talk a little about how I imagine their future (I have no chill & you can ignore this and just enjoy the art if you want😇).
I am a COMPLETE pantser - I never know how a chapter’s going to end when I start writing it (I always just have a few scenes I know I need to include to keep the plot moving forward). Although I have different *big* scenes I’m always writing towards, and themes/plot elements I’m always foreshadowing (shout out to @elliecutte for catching *almost* all of my hints and appreciating my general no chill😆), IM STILL NOT 100% SURE HOW I WILL END THINGS !!! 😳 I have a lot of endings I see as possible, and I think soon it will become more clear to me what will work the best💓
HAPPY ENDING:
Eloise and Sebastian become Unspeakables. I have a LOT of thoughts on this profession that could be its OWN post, and I feel like Unspeakables are generally specialized in one or two departments, but as their interests/research change they also change.
Eloise becomes an Unspeakable in the Mind and Death departments, with the occasional foray into Time. Her ancient magic is connected with all of these things (my version of AM is NOT like the game) & the Department of Mysteries is one of the only places that gives her any useful information about these things. Plus she thinks too much (it IS her hobby after all😆💓) and is very introverted so a hermit job like this is a perfect fit.
Sebastian becomes an Unspeakable as well, but I feel like it takes him a long time to specialize in anything, if he ever does. I just feel like becoming an Unspeakable is the adult equivalent of sneaking into the Restricted Section🥹🫶
They grow old together (I won’t explain TOO much) & have a lovely little family🥹 at least one daughter that they both dote on. Sebastian had an amazing childhood (idyllic until it wasn’t), and wants to give his daughter the same, and Eloise works hard to make sure their daughter feels the love that she never had growing up🥺
When Sirius is burned off the family tree, Eloise and Sebastian take him in🥹🫶 (they’re like 100 years old but WIZARDS LIVE LONGER…) The same happened to her all those years ago, and she wants him to know that his whole family hasn’t abandoned him.
Eloise LOVED her nieces - Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa - when they were younger, but as Voldemort becomes more powerful & people realize WHAT he’s doing, she has to separate herself from them. Her heart breaks seeing Bellatrix go mad, and seeing Narcissa engaged to a Malfoy out of obligation😔 (iykyk)
I haven’t thought any more about happy ending but I think it’s fun to think about how their future story might weave in with the actual canon events, ESPECIALLY since Eloise is a Black🥹💓
SAD ENDING:
After Sebastian gets his hands on Slytherin’s relic, it really starts to consume him and makes him even MORE obsessive than his natural tendencies - I imagine it similarly “talking” to him like Slytherin’s locket/horcrux did in Deathly Hallows (😳)
Eloise is deathly afraid of the changes she’s seeing in Sebastian and steals it from him (he would never willingly give it to her ESPECIALLY if it starts to feel like a precious item to him)
BUT the relic triggers the latent Black Family Madness in her - the madness that afflicts almost every woman in her family since…🤭 - and she herself starts to lose touch with reality. Her body and soul are already destroying themselves between the curse and the ancient magic inside of her, and the relic is what triggers it in her.
Sebastian becomes an Unspeakable, focusing on the Mind, in a desperate attempt to find a cure for his Eloise🥺
He never gives up his research, and sometimes when he comes home she is lucid and they talk about his research - otherwise, he just loves and takes care of her.
(He’s never successful in finding a way to reverse what he feels he caused in the first place - his ambition and single-mindedness is, to him, the reason why all of this happened)
Honestly who knows if I end their story either of these ways😌 I just love thinking of AUs and different endings and I have a few others I’ve considered as well!!! And whatever endings I don’t write will be immortalized on this blog and in my art as well🙏
#thank you for the ask!!!!#I have no chill when I answer these things which is why it takes me so long to answer them🥲#ngl I think the sad ending is quite romantic#but maybe I’m too chicken to follow through/what I have planned could change a lot & it won’t make sense anymore#and like I’m not COMPLETELY evil I like seeing them happy too🥺🥺#and I also really love the Black family & all of the canon characters…OFC I had to insert Eloise in that family somehow#and her mother was the PERFECT age !!!!!!!!!!! (according to the family tree)#I ALSO have a lot of thoughts on the Gaunts and actually how Ominis’s blindness prevents him from going insane like the rest of them#seem to have done by the time Tom Riddle’s around#(something something blind people can’t hallucinate so they can’t get psychosis)#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#eloise babbit#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow fanart#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy fanfic#also Sebastian’s childhood is just based on mine#I grew up in a TINY village and spent all day running outside and having adventures like crazy or readinf like crazy no in-between😆💓#ask
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Hello!
Do you have any tips on making art for games?
I've tried my hand in making VNs before and i want to try again but i always get overwhelmed when it's time to make the sprites, backgrounds, and other artwork :(
Mostly because the sheer amount of art needed is intimidating.
The best way to overcome that overwhelming feeling is so start out small.
Remember that you are not a big company, work based on the workload you can handle. For a first vn usually focusing on 2-3 characters at most is more ideal, you don't have to make your job harder.
For the backgrounds there's an app called FotoSketcher (not sure if it's available on mobile), it basically places a filter over your art and makes it look painting like, and you can choose from various different styles. It's free and has nothing to do with AI so you can use it without worry.
While I drew the backgrounds in the cg, since we were running short on time FotoSketcher did help me a lot with the in game backgrounds. Though you might need to draw over some stuff to make them blend in better.
For the sprites, or well the character designs, don't go too overboard with details. More details doesn't mean better character design, in fact it can usually feel hard on the eyes. Try to keep it simple.
Be aware of your character's charm points and focus on those.
For the expressions, you don't have to draw each expression one by one. Something that really fastened the process for me was drawing different eyes, mouths and eyebrows, then combining those like puzzle pieces to form the expressions.
For example these two Starling expressions have the same eyes and eyebrow combination but I used different mouths.
And for the cgs, again keep your workload to a minimum. You don't have to illustrate every fun scene, remember that the players can imagine those themselves too. Focus on the scenes you think should absolutely get illustrated to support the story better. If after finishing those you still have time you can always add in more, but what is important is to make a presentable game, not going above and beyond with every single small detail.
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bestowing my highest honor as an artist to ffxv (drawing the characters in fun outfits)
thoughts under the cut
RREAAAGHHHH SO EXCITED TO BE DONE WITH THIS!!!!! it took me forevarrrr but i soldiered through as an act of love. now excuse me. yap time
OKAY SO the concept behind this was originally specific fashion subcultures for everyone!l ike noct emo ignis dark academia etc. but then decided i didnt want to pigeonhole it all and just freestyled outfits i thought would look nice on everyone
noct - i do think noct would still be emo-ish but also opt for comfy baggy stuff a lot. something you could just fall asleep in on the spot. note the details of bass pro shop shirt (of course) XV necklace, little moon + stars accents, carbuncle + fish keychains. i also wanted his metal band logo shirt to spell LUCIS but i forgor some letters but its not very readable anyways
ignis - ignit ooohghh ignos ignaurs. sorry i made him serve so much cunt it will happen again. i drew him first cause that kind of inspired this whole thing i love him so bad if i didnt draw it id explode. not much detail to note except his collar pins are like his double blade thingies
luna - lunaaa the concept was “clean girl aesthetic” idk if that happened but im actually really happy with how it came out! might be my favorite of the bunch just because she looks so pretty and happy. your honor she should have been able to just be a normal girl and just. chill
prompto - prompotoooo i had trouble picking his vibe!!! my first thought was techwear?? because weeheeeehee he loves tech and well... you know... but then i realized i didnt really like the look of anything i saw + it was so bulky and dark and serious for him! ending up going with some more youthful and baggy. i was considering something more loud and colorful but ended up not going with it. i feel like in canon he'd be too nervous to have such a flashy fit and would want to just look "cool" to fit in with the boys lol. itty bitty details here - chocobo keychain, pompompurin and bi miku buttons, and his lanyard is kings knight themed! i also thought it was funny to write LUCIS on his shirt like you know those shirts that just say BROOKLYN or TOKYO or SAN FRANCISCO and thats it. thats what its like
gladio - okay i know this is going to sound like a lie but im not horny for gladio like at all, hes my least favorite, i think he's just alright. but also i KNOW in my heart of hearts that he would LOVE being a leather daddy and so i had to make it happen. main detail to note here is that his tank top has the motifs of a cup noodle! i didnt know what else to add cause you know.. hes the cup noodle guy.. but also i didnt want it to be so in your face about it with a big as logo so kept it subtle!
(side note the leather daddy gave me an idea for a post where its like noct and prom go to a gay bar all nervous but then they run into gladio and its like "p: GLADIO YOURE GAY?" "n: nevermind that PLEASE dont tell ignis we snuck out" and then ignis walks up and theyre all like WHAT THE FUCK!!!! caption would be "the gang finds out theyre all bisexual." probably wont draw it but i think its very funny lol)
iris - iris my sweetheart.... definitely leaned into the scene vibes here and also that one image of the blonde emo anime girl. details here - of course the moogle big ass backpack and keychain (can you tell i love keychains), but also her buttons are an iris (the flower) and also a crown with hearts (haha symbolism)
anyways oh god i didnt mean to write an essay down here. usually i keep this in the tags but this time i just had Too Much To Say. can you tell i put a lot of thought and love into this . anwyays. *walks off into the sunset and fuckig dies*
#ffxv#final fantasy xv#ff15#final fantasy 15#noctis lucis caelum#ignis scientia#lunafreya nox fleuret#prompto argentum#gladiolus amicitia#iris amicitia#koob art#digital art#procreate#illustration
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Hi! i wanted to ask about ur thoughts on the part where jinx said "this wasnt supposed to happen" during the fight scene in the temple! Bc it seems to me some part of her hoped that vi wouldnt kill her and GOD it pains me!!!!
Hi!! Thanks for asking me about this bcs that scene has not left my mind since I first saw it but I just couldn’t put it into words!!!
Jinx has always viewed death as something good, a place where she and Vi can be together, an opportunity to become sisters again.
Part of this is also reflected in her suicide attempt (which nearly succeeded if Silco hadn’t interrupted) in s1x07, where she also sacrificed Ekko’s life. Jinx wants to die with someone she loves close to her.
Now, Jinx’s decision to use The Grey against Piltover happens after the events of s2x02, after she witnesses the brutality with which the enforcers terrorize Zaun with that very same gas. What hurts her the most is seeing that her sister is part of it.
When Jinx tells Sevika that she’s planning to finish what’s left of her family, she’s not referring to Vi; she’s referring to herself. In her eyes, she sees that Vi has completely given up on her, that her sister was Powder, not Jinx. It’s something she likely expected but never really admitted. After all, their last interaction was based on Vi trying to reach Powder one last time. But not this time. Vi won’t save her again. Jinx has to die.
The plan in the pipeworks in s2x03 is clearly another suicide attempt. The drawings on the pillars depicting her entire life, the collapse, one last threat to Piltover, “I’m glad it’s you, had to be you.” Jinx was saying goodbye. Vi had to kill her, and afterward, Sevika would activate the mechanism that would end her sister and Caitlyn as well. I don’t think she expected Vi not to kill her.
But there’s something new Jinx didn’t account for, someone, actually: Isha. The brave little girl who confronts the terrifying image of an enforcer (because in her eyes, not knowing who Vi is to Jinx, she only represents oppression) to defend her. Isha being caught in the eye of the storm, right where the wind would catch her if the mechanism is activated, triggers something in Jinx. A sense of protection, the same one her sister felt towards her when she was little.
It’s in that scene, when Isha clings to her and Jinx sees Vi, that she recognizes her older sister once more, realizing the uniform is just a ridiculous disguise and that there’s still compassion in her eyes. Vi, similarly, sees Jinx’s humanity and the figure of little Powder in another child.
Isha represents the lost innocence of both, and I would even dare say of Caitlyn as well. Isha doesn’t deserve to die. To me, when Jinx says “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” she’s referring to Isha’s inevitable death for getting involved in the conflict, which is why, when Sevika activates the mechanism, her first instinct is to protect Isha from where the wind is blowing instead of letting herself die.
One last attempt to see if the bad luck that curses her name spares her this once, a desperate attempt, one she didn’t even expect, to prove that not everyone who gets too close to her has to die.
I hope that answers your question!! it’s a pretty long response, though 😭
#arcane#arcane spoilers#arcane analysis#arcane season 2#jinx arcane#vi arcane#are we still sisters?#isha arcane#vi#jinx
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for goodness sake | schlatt 18+
a/n: inspired and dedicated to @blaineandergel . thank you my friend
is this edited? no. was this written while im at work? yes. please enjoy. i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible. if theres anything i can do to improve on that front, please let me know! ❤️
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you weren’t sure when the whimsy of christmas came back, but as you stepped back from putting the final ornament on the tree, it was swirling around in the air alongside cinnamon and apple.
the tree was fluffy and looked soft from a distance. with the twinkling lights and generic ornaments, it looked even better. soft christmas music played on a record player on the mantle, where your boyfriend was fastening stockings.
christmas wasn’t much of a celebration once you grew up and moved out. it was more of an excuse to eat ham and stromboli and sneak cookie dough as your mother baked cookies whenever you visited their house. this year was different.
this year, you were spending your first christmas together with your boyfriend, a youtuber named schlatt. you’d met him through a mutual friend and hit it off instantly. at first, your relationship was secret. fans had noticed a brightness in schlatt’s eyes that wasn’t there before and began questioning it.
eventually, fans assumed that he was seeing someone. with that assumption, a bit of hate was spewed whenever someone brought up the fact. you let the hate fall off your shoulders, mainly because nobody would see this side of schlatt. the side that was wearing matching christmas pajamas and humming along to frank sinatra.
a soft, loving smile tugs at the corner of your lips as jambo waltzes in, red and green collar jingling. schlatt stands back and admires his handiwork of the mantle as you snake your arms around his waist. he smiles down at you, heart warm.
“hey there baby.” he says, turning around and placing a kiss on your forehead.
“you did a really good job with the fireplace.” you say softly, nuzzling your face against his chest.
“thank you,” schlatt replies with a smile. “i’m gonna light a fire, what do you think?”
you smile. “baby, it’s not cold enough for that.”
“and?” schlatt asks. “it’s romantic.”
you roll your eyes but allow schlatt to putz outside and grab some wood from the pile on the porch. this man absolutely loves that fireplace and would have a fire lit all the time if he could.
you pour yourself a glass of wine and watch as schlatt lights the fire. it crackles to life and he smiles proudly. he’ll never say it, but this kind of thing is what keeps him going. the domestic side of your relationship. him working hard and you just sitting there looking cute. in this case, you curled up on the couch with your wine and him cracking open a beer.
as schlatt sits down next to you, you snuggle into him instantly. his arm goes around you just as it always does and the two of you admire the decorations. the twinkling of the lights on the tree, the four stockings hung on the mantle (two for the cats, of course), and the fire all bring a warm feeling in your chest.
you both sit quietly, watching as jambo lays down in front of the fire place, squirming onto his back so he warms his belly. the scene is out of a christmas card and you couldn’t be happier.
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a little while later, the wine has made your cheeks flush and schlatt has switched to sipping on some whiskey. you’ve gotten through half of the bottle of white wine and you’re feeling frisky. it doesn’t matter that frank is still playing on the record player; you want schlatt and you want him now.
your hand goes to schlatt’s thigh as he scrolls on his phone, probably responding to an email. he barely notices until you start moving your hand up closer to his crotch.
“what’re you doin’?” he asks, smiling at you.
“baby,” you draw out.
schlatt peeks over at you and notices your flushed cheeks. he smiles, taking a swig of his drink before placing the glass down.
“what’s up?” schlatt asks, turning to face you. “what do you need?”
you jut your bottom lip out and peek up at him. “you.” you whisper.
your hand goes to his crotch and you begin to feel him through his pants. his cock grows hard and he allows you to touch him for a bit before gripping your wrist. if he doesn’t stop you, he’ll end up cumming in his pants like a teenager. he’s not gonna let that happen again.
“behave.” he grits.
“why?” you pout. “i need you.”
schlatt looks at you, pupils blown and cheeks flushed. he looks into your eyes, knowing that if he doesn’t stand his ground, you’re going to be a brat again. ignoring the fact that you were told to behave, you sit in schlatt’s lap.
“baby,” he sighs, breath catching in his throat as you bite at his neck, his weak spot. “we just finished decorating.”
you don’t respond verbally, only grinding your hips down. you feel schlatt’s cock harden even further under you, and you’re sure it’s pressing against his zipper. he grips your hair, making you arch your back. he bites down on your now exposed neck, eliciting a mewl from you.
“didn’t i tell you to behave?” he growls. “do you really wanna be a brat after we just decorated?”
you smile and nod. schlatt can’t help but smile himself. that’s one of the things he loves most about you (trust me, the list is long, but this is towards the top). he loves that you push his buttons and bite back.
“oh, baby,” he muses, licking along your pulse point. “you better be good.”
“make me.”
the two words leave your lips easily before you yelp as your hauled across schlatt’s lap, ass in the air.
“for goodness sake, doll.” he says as he grips your ass harshly. “i’m gonna have to do something about that.”
you lurch forward as his hand comes down onto your ass harshly, a soft moan leaving your lips. you lay there with a smile before schlatt slowly pulls your pants down, exposing your plush ass.
“can’t have any barriers.” he mumbles before beginning his punishment.
each ass cheek is slapped at least 10 times. he wants you squirming and near tears. his cock is pressed up against your stomach as you take the spankings. he doesnt stop until your ass is red and stinging. you whine and look back at him.
“n-no more.” you sob.
“are you gonna be good?” schlatt asks, yanking your hair and pulling you further back. “you gonna be good?”
you nod the best you can. “yes daddy.” you whimper.
“good,” schlatt says, gripping your stinging ass firmly. “because next time i’m going to fuck you in front of the fire place but you won’t be cumming.”
you whine at the threat, knowing full well that you’re going to be pushing his buttons again later that night and getting fucked into the floor for his pleasure only. you giggle as ‘santa claus is coming to town’ plays on the record player. the lyrics make you smile as you snuggle in schlatt’s lap.
you’re gonna be bad, for goodness sake.
#jschlatt#chuckle sandwich#jschlatt smut#jschlatt x reader#charlie slimecicle#chuckle sandwich smut#ted nivison#schlatt#ted nivision x reader#schlatt x reader
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The Peaky Role (Part Six)
Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader
Warning: Dad's Friend, Best Friend's Dad
Over the days that followed your intimate scene with Cillian, the distance between you and Cillian suddenly felt heavy, like a fog settling after a rain.
You did not have any scenes together over the next two days, and each time you caught a glimpse of him, a subtle shift in his demeanor tugged at your mind.
Cillian would smile at you still, but something lingered behind those deep blue eyes, a hesitation you couldn't decipher.
Every time you crossed paths, he glanced away, returning to his work like you were a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. It was almost like he was trying to avoid you and you did not know why.
Cillian kept his distance from you during rehearsals, focusing intently on his lines or conversing animatedly with other cast members, drawing a thin veil between you. You respected his need for space, but confusion knotted in your stomach each time you saw him laughing with someone else. His behaviour made you wonder about whether your father and Nina may have been right, that perhaps you working together so intimately would complicate things.
He was your best friend's father and your father's best friend and here you were, filming some intense scenes together.
The lines between professionalism and personal relations, even if innocent, blurred, and you couldn’t shake the thought that maybe the weight of your sudden physical closeness affected him more than you realised.
Maybe he felt weirded out by having to kiss and touch you or maybe he thought that you were overstepping some invisible boundary together by engaging in these acts on screen.
“Hey,” you said one afternoon, spotting him by the services table as he poured a cup of coffee.
He caught your eye but quickly focused on the steaming mug, fiddling with the lid.
“You good?” you ventured, stepping closer, your heart quickening with anticipation.
“Yeah, just, you know…” He took a sip, glancing away. “Busy.”
“Busy or hiding from me?” you teased, attempting to lighten the moment, but his smile barely touched his lips and you quickly regretted the jab.
“Why would I hide from you?” Cillian's voice remained steady, but his eyes darted to the doorway, as if searching for an escape.
"I don't know, maybe because of the last scene?" you suggested while nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. "I mean, it was a little awkward, wasn’t it?”
Cillian set the coffee down with a soft thud and finally turned to you, his expression shifting from a hunter stalking prey back to a familiar, softer gaze.
“So you thought it was awkward?” he pressed gently, gauging your response.
You shrugged, the corners of your mouth twisting into a tentative smile.
“A bit. But I thought we did okay, don't you think?" you asked as Cillian ran a hand through his greying hair before letting out a soft chuckle that warmed the air between you.
“Yes. I think we did too,” he said, his tone shifting, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. “But I am not quite sure how our respective families will react when they see the footage.”
You laughed, the tension easing just a fraction. “Yeah, I can only imagine my dad’s face," you continued, shaking your head in disbelief.
Cillian chuckled, a genuine warmth spreading across his features. "I don't think I would want to be in the same room when the scene plays out because, honestly, I didn't realise that it would be so graphic," he said, shaking his head lightly, his expression somewhere between amusement and resignation.
“Did you see the cut already?" you asked with a hint of suprise in your voice, but Cillian shook his head.
“Not cut but, as a producer, I saw the footage," he replied, swallowing the last bits of coffee before leaning against the table, sighing. “I thought it was going to look more like a soft-focus kind of scene, but what was shot really leaves little to the imagination.”
You leaned against the counter, mirroring his casual stance. “I guess it is what it is, right? Just art, doing its thing. You should think too much about it."
Cillian’s lips quirked in a faint smile, but his gaze grew distant as if he were peering beyond the chaos of filming.
“You are probably right but I have known your family for a long time Y/N and I just don't want this or any other scene between us to ruin some longstanding friendships," he continued, his brow furrowing with contemplation.
“Cillian, none of this is going to change anything between us or our families because it was an act and nothing more," you reassured him, focusing on the sharpness of his jawline that reflected the light above you.
“I hope you’re right,” he said before he shifted his weight, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. “Now, I have to go. I am glad we talked though," he said, his voice steady, yet something flickered in his eyes, a hint of vulnerability peeking through his facade.
In Cillian's mind, it was much more than just acting though as, what you did not know, was that, for the past two days he had wrestled with conflicting thoughts.
Cillian's attraction to you felt dangerous yet intoxicating to him, like standing too close to an open flame. The scene of you on top of him had ignited something in him he thought he could control, but it became harder and harder to do.
He turned abruptly, leaving you at the service table, feeling a mix of confusion and lingering warmth. You watched him go, wondering if you’d ever find out what really lingered behind those blue eyes as he slipped away into the crowd of crew members bustling through the set.
The warmth he left behind mingled with an ache of uncertainty, pulling you in different directions but, as the day wore on, you tried to focus on your scenes with the other cast members.
You had to focus and so you did. You finished your last scene for the week at around 5 o'clock and went back to your apartment to pack.
The early evening light filtered through the window as you tossed a few items into your bag—a pair of jeans, a couple of shirts, and essentials and, by around 10 o'clock, you arrived at the airport in Liverpool for you late night flight back to Dublin.
The airport buzzed with activity—a young family juggling bags, a couple bickering over boarding passes, and scattered travelers absorbed in their phones.
You looked for the Air Lingus check-in counter nervously, hating both flying and crowded places like this and, as you navigated the terminal, the familiar pulse of anxiety gnawed at your stomach.
You spotted the Air Lingus check-in counter and approached but, just as you were about to line up, you noticed him.
It was Cillian, standing two counters over, his hands resting lightly on the edge of the counter while he exchanged a few words with the agent, a brief smile flashing across his face as he spoke.
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself against the wave of nerves that surged through you.
“Cillian!” you called out, your voice cutting through the chatter of the airport.
He turned, his smile fading briefly, replaced with a look of surprise.
“Y/N!” he said as you joined him at the counter, the moment of unexpected connection releasing some of the tension that had built over the last few days.
“Guess we’re on the same flight," you said, shrugging as you tried to calm your nerves.
"Looks like it," he replied, his voice hesistant as you were called to the check-in counter next to his.
“Just my luck,” you said, forcing a light laugh as you handed over your papers to the agent, who checked your ticket with a distracted nod.
As the woman typed away on her computer, you stole another glance at Cillian and the way his brows knit together in concentration as he finalised his check-in at the neighbouring counter.
“Do you want to sit together?” the agent asked, glancing between you and Cillian with a raised brow.
Cillian hesitated, an almost imperceptible shift in his posture.
“It’s not necessary,” he said quickly, speaking at the same time as you, not matching your enthusiasm.
“Yes!” you blurted out, the eagerness escaping before you could filter it.
Cillian paused, his eyes widening slightly as the agent glanced between you two, a smile creeping onto her face.
“Yes or no?" she then asked as she leaned closer, waiting for a decision.
“Yes,” Cillian finally conceded, his lips twisting into a reluctant smile. "If that is no trouble."
The agent nodded and worked her magic on the keyboard. “There you go, seats 22A and 22B. Enjoy the flight!”
“Thanks,” you said, grateful for the small victory as you grabbed your boarding pass, the bright letters practically glowing in your hand.
Cillian fell into step beside you as you made your way toward the security line, his posture relaxed but eyes scanning the terminal with the ease of someone used to the attention that surrounded him.
Luckily for you both however, no one bothered to approach him for a photograph or an autograph, allowing you a few precious moments of quiet.
Eventually, and following some awkward silence between you, you arrived at the gate where people settled into their seats, a blend of chatter and the rustle of bags filling the air.
You found a place against the wall, leaning on the cool surface as you looked over at Cillian, who stood accross from you and put his way too expensive bag down by his feet. He removed his jacket, folding it over his arm with practiced ease, revealing a black t-shirt that perfectly matched his torn jeans.
"What have you been listening to?" you asked, watching him put his headphones away with a casual grace.
"As surprising as it may be, I've been on a bit of a Beatles kick lately," he replied, glancing your way, eyes softening at the casual conversation.
“Really? Which album?” You leaned in, intrigued as the atmosphere lightened between you.
“Rubber Soul,” he said, his voice steady, yet there was a flicker of excitement in his eyes. “I find there’s something poetic about it."
“It's totally underrated ,” you agreed, nodding enthusiastically. “The lyrics are so alive, like they really force you to think about relationships in a different way.”
"Come on, you listen to music that old?" he teased, a hint of disbelief dancing in his eyes. "Aren't girls your age more into whatever music is trending on, I don't know, Tik Tak?" he asked, causing you to laugh out loud.
"Tik Tak?" you chuckled, shaking your head. “You really need to update your references. It’s TikTok, not Tik Tak! And yes, I can appreciate good music regardless of the age of the tunes. A timeless song is a timeless song,” you said, crossing your arms, a playful defiance lighting your features.
Cillian raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “Well, you’ve got taste, I’ll give you that,” he said, his voice drifting as he leaned against the wall, mimicking your stance and crossing his arms, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips just as, finally, the boarding call came through the intercom, breaking the levity.
“Now boarding for Flight 232 to Dublin,” the voice announced, echoing through the somewhat sterile airport space.
Sitting not far from the front, you found your seats rather quickly and, just as a gentleman would, Cillian offered you the winow seat.
“Please, by all means,” he said, gesturing toward the window, his expression a mixture of chivalry and teasing.
"No thanks. You take it," you insisted, giving him a nervous smile.
"Are you sure?" He scrutinized your face, searching for any hint of insincerity.
“Absolutely,” you replied, nodding firmly which is when he realised that you were anxious.
He studied you for a moment, concern flickering in those piercing blue depths. “You really don’t like flying, do you?”
You swallowed hard, fingers fidgeting with the edge of your seatbelt. “No, not at all. I’ve always hated it. The noise, the cramped space—it feels like being trapped in a metallic coffin.”
Cillian chuckled softly, but his eyes remained serious as the cabin crew prepared for take-off and, eventually, proceeded towards the runway.
“Just breathe,” he said, turning his body slightly to face you, his expression shifting to something softer.
“Focus on your breathing,” he repeated, his voice weaving through the murmurs of other passengers settling in. “In through your nose, out through your mouth.”
"Jesus, you sound like my dad when he gives one of these meditation classes," you said, trying to stifle a laugh, though the anxiety still knotted in your stomach.
Cillian’s lips quirked, his expression softening. “I may have attended a few of them," he admitted, a playful glint in his eyes. “The man thinks that breathing exercises can solve everything. But you know what? They actually help sometimes.”
As the plane began to taxi, the cabin shook slightly, the vibrations sending a jolt up your spine.
You squeezed the armrests, feeling the familiar surge of nerves clawing at your stomach.
“Just focus on me,” Cillian said, his voice cutting through the swirling chaos around you. “Talk to me about anything. Just keep your mind off the flight.”
“I don’t know what to talk about,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, the weight of the plane’s movements making your heartbeat quicken and, when the plane finally began its ascent, the sensation of lifting off the ground squeezed the air out of your lungs.
“Anything at all. What’s your favorite movie?” Cillian prompted, leaning slightly closer, his breath brushing over your ear but, what you did next, suprised him.
You grasped his hand, fingers curling around his warm palm, seeking comfort in the pressure of his grasp.
“Y/N?” Cillian blinked, caught off guard as he felt your grasp wrap around his hand, his breath hitching slightly.
“Sorry,” you murmured, embarrassment flushing your cheeks as you glanced at him. “It just…helps. I hate this part and I don't want to talk, okay? Not right now," you told him and Cillian nodded slowly, his expression shifting from surprise to understanding.
He wrapped his fingers gently around yours, steady and reassuring, creating a small oasis of calm amidst the chaos swirling around you.
“It's alright," he replied, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a steady rhythm that felt oddly soothing.
The plane continued to climb, the cabin settling into a more stable altitude, but you still clutched his hand as if it were a lifeline in a tumultuous sea.
Once the initial turbulence passed, the sound of the engines settled into a steady roar, a low hum vibrating through the cabin.
“See? Nothing to worry about,” Cillian said, a calmness threading through his voice, the warmth in his grip anchoring you.
You nodded, but your eyes remained fixed on the screen in front of you.
The screen flickered with safety instructions, and you tried to focus, but your breathing came in quick bursts.
"Sshh, it's okay," Cillian said softly, squeezing your hand slightly. “You are going to be okay!"
You felt a warmth radiate from his palm, grounding you as the cabin ambiance began to calm, the chaotic whirring fading into a dull background.
“I’m fine,” you managed to say though the tremor in your voice betrayed your bravado.
"You sure about that?" Cillian raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes as he glanced over at you , his voice laced with gentle teasing.
“Okay, maybe not entirely fine,” you admitted, biting your lower lip as you struggled between the flicker of embarrassment and the absurdity of the situation. “But you holding my hand helped a little.”
Cillian chuckled, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he let the warmth of the moment settle between you.
“Then I’ll keep holding it,” he replied, his voice low and steady like the rhythm of the engines and he kept up his word, holding your hand for the entire and, luckily, short flight.
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Go Home Early
Draco x Male Reader
Context: Draco works in the muggle world at a restaurant because [insert valid reason here] and reader is his muggle coworker that he has a crush on.
Summary: Draco walks into the kitchen only to find his favorite coworker sick as a dog on the clock.
Word Count: 913
“It’s fine, really-”
“It’s not!” Your supervisor snaps, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead. “We may as well use you as a stovetop with the fever you’re running.”
That’s the scene Draco pushes through the door into. He slows as he approaches the scene, eyes flickering between you and her. You roll your eyes and muffle a sneeze into the tissue you’d just blown your nose with.
“What’s gone wrong now?” He asks.
Your supervisor clicks her tongue. “Y/N decided it was a wonderful idea to come in sick.”
“It wasn’t that bad when I left.” You reason. Draco steps closer to the two of you as you talk. “I can still sweep floors at least.”
“Walking here in the cold wasn’t going to help! And we can’t have you rubbing your germs all over the broom.”
You scoff and scrunch your tissue into a ball before throwing it across the narrow aisle of the kitchen into an open trash can. Your legs swing, the backs of your shoes tapping idly against the cabinets of the metal counter you’re sat on.
She prods at your puffy face, pushing it to either side a few times to get a better look at how swollen you are in the cheekbones. You reach for another tissue when she finally lets go with a sigh.
Draco lingers awkwardly, watching. His brows furrow. Aren’t colds more dangerous for muggles?
“Seems like a lost cause if you’ll be sinking our entire tissue budget,” Your supervisor insists. “You’re better off just going home.”
The defiant whine you let out is half-gone and nasally, finishing hoarse before you’re breaking into coughs. “But what about Daniel, he’ll be-”
“Go home.” At the mention of your shared manager, she cuts you off with a firm hand on your shoulder. “I’ll take care of it.”
You roll your eyes again but mutter a thanks under your breath regardless. Your eyes scrunch and you jerk through another sneeze. The white of the tissue draws contrast to the red hues rubbed raw into your nose. It’d be adorable if you didn’t have snot running down your upper lip.
“Right,” She steps back from you, turning to Draco. “Drive him home. He’ll just get even sicker if he walks.”
Draco makes a noise of panicked protest, one that falls on uncaring ears as she walks away and out of the kitchen entirely. He turns to look you in the eye.
“You don’t look all that sick.” Draco steps closer to you. He smooths his hands over your hair to hold it back and tilts your head to see your condition for himself; he lets it fall back into place once he’s thoroughly assessed and presses his palms into your skin.
You feel your cheeks heat up a little under the contact. You’re lucky it passes as another unfortunate symptom of your cold. His face cinches in further, concern etching into his features.
“Suppose you are a little warm, though.”
“It’s nothing serious.” You assure him. His fingers are almost scalding on yours when you reach up to push them away with your free hand. “More importantly, nothing serious enough to warrant an in-house physical.”
His eyes flicker up and down your drained face, fingers itching at his empty pockets instinctively for a wand that isn’t there. If he were back home he’d have fixed this for you by now.
Worry flares in his chest when you break into more coughing and blow your nose another time, shuddering through a series of full-body sneezes.
You hoarsely complain about the soreness in the skin, and Draco doesn't know if he wants to tell you to shut up for the sake of protecting your strained vocal chords or break the statute of secrecy so you won't have anything to complain about at all.
He swallows around an anxious lump in his throat, trying to remind himself that you aren’t nearly as fragile as his family would have made you out to be. He slings an arm around your shoulder and hoists you to your feet. Can't be that much worse than a curse of the bogies, right?
“Let’s get you home before you collapse.” He insists.
“I won’t collapse.” You chuckle under your breath, wet and snotty. “So dramatic, the both of you.”
“Would you rather I leave you to walk in the cold? I could use a second break.”
You huff in response, muttering a whatever.
You pat down your pockets to make sure everything is still there, stepping out of Draco’s loose hold. Even as your stuffy nose curls on a sneer, you begrudgingly head towards the exit. He lets out a huff of his own but can't fight the fondness that flurries up through his veins.
He follows you out the door with as even an expression as he can manage. When you're both settled in your seats and buckled in, he looks over to see you wiping your nose on your sleeve, a throaty groan of discomfort filling the small space.
As he goes through the motions of starting his car up and wondering what on earth do muggles fix their colds with, he decides it can’t hurt to stop by a store on the way.
And if he doesn’t know what to get and buys you one of every cough syrup they offer? Well, he at least hopes you’ll keep your mouth shut and not embarrass him at work over it.
An ode to me getting over the plague (a cold) after a century in perilous toil. (like a week with a runny nose)
Yes you have a manager named Daniel. Yes I envisioned him as Daniel Radcliffe. Don't ask me how that works because I don't know. Imagine Draco just hates the guy's guts because he looks like Potter.
This is inspired by a random thought I got while I was overcoming my treacherous and life-threatening ailment:
Draco Malfoy would NOT know how to handle a muggle bf with a cold. That sheltered wizard rich kid would probably think you're about to pass away if he breathes on you too hard because he has no idea colds aren't a big deal for puny weak little muggles even without pepperup potion and counter-curses.
I thought that sign off was cute ^^ I feel so scholarly.
Good Yard,
Woof
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That’s it! Excellent deduction.
Gender and growing up are big themes for these two.
People watch Xander and wonder why he is like he is. I mean beyond the whole abusive parental aspect, it really wasn’t common back then for a male to be ‘The Zeppo’ and they’re playing off that anxiety with him.
So people nowadays watch it and ask “why is he complaining for no reason?” or something like that.
Whereas I like the character for that reason. For his anxieties and struggles and complexities beyond being the typical “nice guy”. I think it makes him more interesting as a character and I don’t think it’s what ruins him at all. He is more dynamic because he has faults and flaws and he isn’t the typical nice guy because he actually is able to address them - and for the most part - on his own. People don’t really look at it that way. Those moments where he is being obnoxious and taking up more space than he really should is him trying to fix himself - whatever it is that is going on with him. Trying to be better. Most people do not want to acknowledge that. They just brand him a “Whedon-insert” and then ignore him as if every main character isn’t an insert for Whedon somewhere in this show and the entire thing is not wrapped around his misogyny. No, they seem to single him out just because he is a male main character that’s not already mature and hasn’t already gone through trials and tribulations.
I find it a gross oversight of some really well-written characterization for a male character in a female-led show. Which is something you don’t often see at all.
The fact he is just there doing nothing but struggling with that very thing I think is what makes him a quality character who has something to speak up on if not to act on. That’s what most viewers don’t like about him.
But I personally think it’s what makes him interesting. If they didn’t have him address any of this in his arc - then I’d be the same as everyone else seems to be with him.
To put it bluntly - if it was a choice between Joxer or Xander… I’d choose Xander every single god damn time. I’d choose a male character with a story rather than just one committed to a comic relief gag and no story at all. Yes, granted they don’t do very well with illustrating his story for a main character, but the point is that he has one that you can do a lot with in fanfic if not the show.
Useless characters can be interesting if they take the time to address exactly why it is that they are useless and how that affects and impacts the characterization.
Xander does a lot of growing up and the remarkable thing is that he does it mostly on his own - which is something to commend considering his upbringing and that he didn’t really have a positive male role model but he had plenty of female ones. Enough to understand that him being feminine-coded is absolutely fine and that he does not have to be a man’s man. Just Xander.
And maybe it’s just me but I feel like I’m the only person in the fandom that truly gets that character because I take the time to pay attention to who he is without drawing on preconceived notions and making baseless assumptions because he is a “Whedon-insert”.
He is not the only character in the show the reflects Whedon’s misogyny. He is just one that is male and not soulless or not a bad guy or not a token love interest.
He isn’t supernatural even in the slightest and instead of making excuses, they use that to great advantage to tell a story about a character that is just an average Joe in pretty much all of the female-led media ever created.
I cannot think of a single one in any of the empowered female TV art/entertainment I watch that’s anywhere near as interesting as Xander as a main male character and I think the reason for that is they’re afraid to let or show a man be as vulnerable as Xander is on the screen and still have him be the “nice guy” or the “good guy”.
Like I genuinely think some of the scenes of his that the fandom hate the most in the show are some of the best and it’s because I’m not focussing on the character. I’m focussing on the storytelling that’s going on through him. So I’m looking more so at the themes and how those themes are represented through his character whereas seemingly the rest of the fandom just look at him and immediately dismiss anything that he says because if it’s coming out of him, it must be stupid.
But acknowledging of weaknesses is never stupid! I wish Joxer had even half of those Xander moments. The really obnoxious ones where he takes up the space and tells the female lead that they’re a massive hypocrite.
The ones where a man wouldn’t usually get a say at all.
No. Those are some of the best moments in the show.
i feel like buffy and xander are both struggling with gender but like, from different angles?
buffy wants to be a typical girl, with the hair and the dates and the boys and the dresses. that's the life she wants, but instead she's the strong one, the protector, the fists. she's the one having to make the tough calls, she's the one who can't commit and can't say i love you, two traits that are typically given to male characters.
she struggles against this the whole series, the forced masculinisation of herself that comes with being a slayer.
meanwhile xander is the more feminine-coded one of the group- he's the damsel in distress, the one who needs protecting and saving, he's the heart. he's the one who goes to buffy and talks to her about her relationship with riley, something that could have easily come from willow but xander noticed and had the talk.
xander's the one staying at home and cleaning while buffy is out saving the world. he's struggling with what it means to be a man in the late 90s and early 00s, especially coz he doesn't have the role models he wants or needs- not his father and not even really Giles to an extent, since Giles is the one watching and not acting, but that's not the kind of man xander wants to be.
maybe this is where a lot of the anti-xander-ness comes from in a modern re-watching of buffy. coz it's more acceptable for a woman to struggle with the pros and cons of womanhood than it is for a man to struggle with being perceived as weak or girly. (and i'm saying woman and man here but for most of the series these characters were teenagers).
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Inspired by this LOVELY fic that everyone should check out: THIS
#hellsing#alutegra#alucard x integra#au#fanfic#hellsing fic#hellsing au#integra hellsing#alucard hellsing#the roses DID NOT turn out like how i wanted but i gotta live with it#basically this fic lives in my head rent free 24/7 all day long#i am OBSESSED#there are still more scenes i really want to draw#i made a whole ass movie inside my head
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Chord Striker Au by @thatbennybee
#dreamworks trolls#trolls#broppy#trolls poppy#trolls branch#ship meme used in 2nd panel was made by @EggyDaxy on twitter#chordstriker au#hello! wanted to let you know that I really really love your works!!! both your art and your writing is inspiring <3<3<3#was originally gonna make fanart for their amazing fanfic 'Rewinding or Fate'#as you can see that is not what happened lol#stumbled on this au and the vibes! their designs!! had to make fanart!!!#always wanted to draw rock poppy & oh is it sooo fun!!! Both of their designs are satisfying to draw#& can I say that I looove their branch design!!!#nothing gives me more joy than drawing for other ppl's au's#it's so fun!!! imo they're my fav works!!!#always been a fan of b's scar/facial hair hc#but i always forget to add them lol#still want to draw for ROF fic btw but idk what scenes to do#trolls fanart#my art <3#excuse the messiness#should I give a warning tag on slight suggestiveness??#probs not just want to make sure :)
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Do yourself a favor and go read the entire fanfic work of @fanfoolishness
(In order: Under sun and shade, Blind Side, and Breathless (patching up is one of my fav too, I just had no cool sketch idea for it)
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(this is gonna be less tutorial and more Quick Tips)
Okay I was partially joking with the Peter Lorre thing. But actually the reason I did those studies was because I am in awe of his micro-expressions and was trying to learn how to convey that in art.
It's all about the eyes/eyebrows!
First of all, you should absolutely find an actor who in good at expression and do studies on them. Pick one scene where their face shifts around a lot, and figure out how and why they're doing what they're doing. They are intentionally trying to express information to the audience. How, and why?
Also! I did this with my boy Quasimodo
He's got that added bonus of only having one good eye, (I have a character with one eye, and wanted the expression practice)
And if you're struggling with the expression just not hitting correctly, this is some of the best advice I've seen
Is it a Mouth Expression? Or an Eye Expression?
Yes, it can be both sometimes, but that's for more subtle expressions. When you start to push it, focus on one of the two.
And then I REALLY wanted to push myself. So lets get rid of the mouth entirely. Expression with only eyes
this is the only animation I've done with him so far, but I'm very excited to explore this challenge.
and uh, in terms of facial structures? Look at realistic faces. Draw them. Now, make them a cartoon. How can you draw a stylized version of that while still showing it's the same person?
I don't have good tips for this. It just comes to you the more you do it.
hope this helps?
I just discovered your art and I love it sm please teach me your ways of drawing people 😭🙏
You have to do exactly 28 studies of Peter Lorre's face and suddenly all the secrets are unlocked
(fr tho, if y'all have any specific questions, lemme know and I'll try my best to answer! I have a tiny bit of time tomorrow I think)
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matching with mama
#my art#umineko#rosa ushiromiya#maria ushiromiya#originally i just wanted to draw rosa in pajamas cuz of a scene where genji comes to wake her up and i was like i would like to see it.#sleepy rosa. but i kept thinking about all these times by the point i was reading where rosa talks about how she doesnt feel like a mother#she feels more like a child and how it really informs the way she parents maria#so i wanted to draw her in matching pajamas with maria that looks like a childrens nightgown on her to show sort of like#her immaturity and how out of place she feels as a mother and how hard she is on maria for not acting her age#anyways...all those thoughts for what looks like a jcpenney photoshoot LOL#btw im still working on ep 2 no spoilers plzz...
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wanted to try my hand at a fake screenshot thing with a scene from one of the bttf fics of all time, Time Is a Flat Circle by @fourth-dimensional-thinker! i set in to draw only the "little canary" line but. as you can tell. my hand slipped and fell down a 6 story building
if you haven't read it already please check it out PLEASEEE it's very good. i read the whole thing in basically one sitting. the vibes are perfect for the spooky season too!
versions without the filter/subtitles under the cut:
#bttf#back to the future#bttf fanart#marty mcfly#doc brown#emmett brown#dear fic author i hope this is not too terribly off from what you pictured in your head#and that you like it :D#listen guys when i say my hand slipped it slipped BIG TIME. like this was not even supposed to be shaded that just happened#as well as the 6 other frames but i digress#i fought tooth and nail for these colors it was crazy out there. still not exactly the ones i pictured in my head unfortunately but it stil#looks baller so i'm pretty happy :D#the Ys on his hand in the fic is on his palms but since they were facing away from the “camera” i put them on the back of his hands also#bc i just really wanted to draw them hahaha#the hardest bit to draw out of all of these was surprisingly doc's nose LMAO. i guarantee you it is not even the right shape. oh well!#second hardest was moving marty's arm in the second frame ever so slightly. layer hell i tell you#this isn't even the only drawing idea i had for this fic i have like two more#but best to get to some other fic scene ideas before coming back to this one!#the fake screenshot thing is really fun i'm going to do it again#super time consuming. but really fun#kit does an art#kit read a fic and is making it your problem#tumblr took the quality and shot it out back i'm so sad
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TWEWY Joshneku City of Angels AU lets gooooooooo when you just gotta admit "who am I kidding Im never coming back to this even though I reaaally want to asdfgh I'll just post what I have"
[Wall of text of lore below~]
TW// Suicidal ideation Angels wander the city of Shibiya to lead spirits to the afterlife. They cannot be seen, unless they want to be and have no personal want of emotions or free will. They cannot feel the way humans do. Physically or emotionally.
Angel Joshua arrives to lead away suicidal teen, Neku. But he wavers and Neku decides against his decision. Joshua becomes intrigued by Neku when the teenager goes out of their way to save the life of another, when Neku was so ready to give up on their own. It's a spark of fascination for Joshua that quickly fades, as time goes on and the depressed-teen-turned-hero-friend fades to memory.
Years later and Joshua is doing the rounds in a local hospital when he spies a familiar face. Neku, now in scrubs, doing his medical residency. During a young patient's last moments, Neku refuses to let the child die and his eyes meet with Joshua's. Neku doesn't see the angel of course, but a familiar spark lights up in Josh. He begins to follow Neku's daily comings and goings in the hospital, then outside of the hospital. Despite careful (but entertained) warning from his angelic colleges, Joshua makes himself known to Neku, and only Neku.
Apprehensive and disbelieving at first, Neku eventually begins to believe this angel and they become closer (or as close as one can get to a being with little comprehension about Emotions). Neku decided on a medical career since the day he helped save a (now) friend's life. He wanted to help people but realized that the job was a lot harder on one's emotional and mental well-being. Unfortunately, you lose as many lives as you save in his profession. In talks with Joshua, Neku remembers another thing he loved to do: sing. He never had time to indulge more in this hobby, thanks to his studies but after Joshua mentions how he's got a nice voice, he begins to experiment with the idea of writing music. We also see the two try to make sense of Joshua's sudden interest in human free will, and thanks to a friend(?) of Joshua's, they locate someone interesting: a fallen Angel. He explains that when an Angel falls from Grace and obtain free will, they become human and receive all the pros and cons that come with it. However, it's not an easy thing for an Angel to do; physically and morally. Also fun fact: fallen angels can see other angels, all the time.
Regardless, Neku starts catching feelings for Joshua and the Angel finds himself mentally struggling to make sense of human attraction. It's like an itch he can never reach, much less scratch. Frustrated and unable to get through Joshua's hard shell (or understand his motives), Neku leaves Shibuya without resolution with Josh.
Joshua is an Angel assigned to Shibuya, and thus unable to leave to look for Neku. The time apart does something to him, and he feels what he believes is loneliness. Or heartache? Whatever it is, the thought of never seeing Neku again is horrifying. He does the unthinkable and Falls. When he wakes up, everything hurts. Hurts. He bleeds, his stomach turns from hunger, his eyes ache and tears stream down his face. But he's...happy. He feels exuberant joy. Joshua travels across the boundaries of his world, exits Shibuya and follows Neku's trail.
Neku answers the door to a rain-soaked, ripped clothing, feet bleeding, wide grin now-human, Joshua. He has little time to process the scene before him, before Joshua word vomits all these new sensations he's been having and confesses his feelings for Neku. How else can Neku respond but with a kiss (now that they can physically touch each other) and they spend the night together.
Neku later explains that he needed some alone time to think, so he cashed in a favor. He left to take a break, but then took the opportunity to make lemonade, so to speak. Neku used a friend's recording studio outside the city to write a song and record it. Upon hearing it, Joshua was brought to tears. It was beautifully melancholic, but hopeful. It suited Neku.
A few days on and the couple is relishing this time together... but disaster inevitably arrives. Neku leaves on a bike to retrieve some groceries, leaving Joshua behind with a "Be right back." Only minutes later does Joshua feel anxiety grip him and he knows something bad has happened. He runs the road that Neku took, finding the young man in the street, having been in a traffic accident. Neku mumbles something about a beautiful light, then dies in Joshua's arms.
The days both drag on and fly by as Joshua tries to now live as a human without the person he wanted to be human with. Despite it all, Neku had met good people and they help Joshua through his turmoil. Eventually, Joshua decides to release Neku's song to the world and it grips anyone who hears it. His life is lost, but his voice will live on and fill his (and others) world with music.
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#the art is old#but I still love the idea of this AU#its so dAMN SAD#but also bEAUTIFUL#so let me release this into the world#and maybe someday#someday maybe#I will have more time and reason to draw more for this#because damn I really want an excuse to draw the death scene#and also smoochy kisses#my art#twewy#neo twewy#twewy fanart#twewy AU#twewy City Of Angels AU#COA AU#twewy COA AU#neku sakuraba#joshua kiryu#sanae hanekoma#mr h#hazuki mikagi#joshneku#nekujosh#trans neku#angel#highkey ode to chester bennington rip#one more light#is a dope ass song and was the fuel this AU is running on
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[Day 4: AU] a close call!
(bonus doodles and context under cut)
peaky are sort-of "robin hood" characters who are rich themselves, but don secret identities to target corrupt politicians, government officials, and billionaires when the law fails to punish them. most of what they do is dig up dirt on their chosen target and bring it to light for the general public.
one of their targets had invited esora (current ceo of the shimizu group) to a mansion party. they decided that this would be a good opportunity to gather more intel and do a little snooping around the mansion.
esora attends the party proper with yuka as her "bodyguard". things are going well until the power goes out and a gun is shot. the room immediately dissolves into a panic, and yuka scoops esora up before making an emergency exit through one of the massive windows. kyoko and shinobu throw out a rope ladder and yuka grabs it at the last second before they make their escape.
#miscs-arts#d4dj#d4dj groovy mix#peaky p key#yuka jennifer sasago#esora shimizu#yukaeso#yukaeso week 2024#I WAS ABLE TO GET ONE ENTRY IN!! i don't know much about these two-#-and i've never completed a weeklong challenge without burning out----so i decided on putting all of my effort into-#-one entry (this one) i hope it shows!!! drawing scenes and fullbody shots isn't my usual style LOL anyways#more information on this AU will be added in a reblog so keep an eye out in the notes if you're curious>:)#there are still ... 3 days left? of this weeklong challenge so anyone else interested you still have time to catch up!#on an unrelated note it's technically a shipping week but this art doesn't really have any shippy overtones unless you squint 😭#sorry for that yukaesoers 😭 i have a more “shippy” version saved also but idk it doesn't really feel that natural 😭😭😭#if anyone wants it just ask and i'll set it free from the confines from my art app LOL#edit: almost forgot to mention here but this AU is loosely based on caramelmochacrow's own royal/theif yukaeso AU:)
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