#this is a sudden muse to inspire to draw

[blueskywater-happiness]

Dropping this for the Dadstaticradio anon and @hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog

[psychedeliclulu]

👁️🌈🖤📺✨

I wanted to do something cozy/cute...but Adachi said no.

He was right lol😂

Something unexpected and interesting came out of it!

I can't stop staring at the lights and changing colours...it has a very similar effect to the real Ameno Sagiri 👁️🪩🌈✨

Art progress

[yestrday]

hihi! may i suggest the 2nd years’ reaction to a teasing but easily flustered darling? they’re like a mix of a hiyakasudere (teasedere) and a dandere. long story short, it’s kinda like “oooo you want to kiss me so bad aha” to “WAIT WHY ARE YOU GETTING SO CLOSE” kinda thingy + don’t forget to take care of yourself! don’t forget to drink water and get some rest! :)

hoooly shit this has been in my drafts for so long and i finally had a sudden spark of inspiration to finally finish it. i'm so sorry anon you've waited a terribly long time

now, for the moments where your yandere harem is not-so-yandere and relatively normal-looking

you might like: yan! academy genshin second years

you thought that you'd get to share a nice lunch with your dear friend albedo after he invited you to a nice secluded spot for the both of you to spend lunch together. the food was definitely nice— this is albedo we're talking about after all— but you couldn't help but find yourself pouting. all he had been doing all lunch was sketch away at his papers.

hmph. you think. shouldn't he give me a bit of his attention?

hoping to sneak some sort of reaction out of him, you inch closer to his drawings. he’s never had a problem with you looking at his unfinished work and yet his strong but gentle hand reach out and firmly root you to your position. “don’t move,” he mutters. and then a long period of silence follows, but this time his eyes study every inch of your face and body.

"don't you think you're starin' at me a bit too much?" you croon, flashing one of your mischievous grins at the ever stoic student with the hope of alleviating some of the awkardness you feel. "someone might think you have a crush on me.”

“maybe i do,” he hums. ��what about it?” it’s so nonchalant that it’d pass through anyone’s ears as a joke, but you’re so hyper-aware of everything right now that the blush starts rising to your cheeks, gaping at him with an open mouth.

“wh– what?!” you hate how squeaky your voice is.

“oh nothing,” he resumes back to his sketching before he gives you a glance over and smirks at you. “don’t you think you’re blushing too much? someone might think you have a crush on me.”

“a– albedo!”

no one knows how xiao lets you get away with how overly touchy you are. you’re not exactly what they’d imagine to be hanging around xiao. you smile too much, flirt and tease with people, and you drag the boy around to places almost embarassing to be seen at. but xiao follows anyway. one moment he’ll go: “hmph. and why should i?” but when you pout and just whine about going with another boy, he’s immediately latching onto your arm.

you’re aware of how differently xiao treats you and to be honest, you’re a little bit smug. you like to exert your power over him time to time. pushing a little too close or trailing your fingers up his surprisingly toned muscles just to tease him.

“you’re shameful,” he’d huff and look away, but you’re delighted at how his porcelain face turns into a bright cherry shade and continue teasing him anyway.

xiao is aware of this power you have over him, but he doesn’t stop you. he likes this warm and fluttery feeling you overwhelm him with. still, it’d be nice if he could change the tables for a moment and make you stutter and blush instead.

this musing of his is shelved away in his mind until an impromptu study date comes up. poring over your textbooks for the upcoming quiz, you snack away on some nuts to help you concentrate. when xiao looks up, he sees some crumbs on you’re too focused to notice. absentmindedly, he reaches over the table and slides a finger to wipe away the crumbs. you take this the wrong.

“wh- what are you doing?!” you squeak, face blaring red. “we’re studying, you know!”

he hushes you. “hold still.”

he brings the finger to his mouth and licks up the food, confused at your shock and embarassment but no questioning it. he sits back down and resumes his studies while you spend the rest of the session covering your face with a book and fanning your face. xiao remains ever oblivious as he focuses on passing the test, unaware that his wish has already been granted.

kazuha takes your flirtatious advances seriously, because well, romance and love must be taken seriously. somewhere in the back of his mind he can sense that you’re just joking... still, let kazuha delude himself for a tiny bit.

all flirty remarks of yours are responded with sincere and genuine exclamations of love which has you blushing and running away with every encounter with him. you don’t even know why you bother anymore, but perhaps it’s the urge to see the ever so calm and serene kazuha lose his composure because of you.

it’s for the sake of blushy kazuha! you pump yourself up before pushing open the classroom doors. the boy idles by the window sill, away from the chatter of your classmates. your presence immediately has him perking up and smiling at you from across the room. you take a deep breath and close your eyes.

be still, be confident. you’re gonna get him today! 

“hi kazu~” you grin, sauntering over to him with brimming confidence. “your most favorite person is here!” you open your mouth, planning to pour out another set of cheesy pick-up lines and compliments, but kazuha reacts quicker.

“indeed, you are here right now,” he says in nigh reverence. he takes a stray lock from your hair and twirls it around his finger. “i’ve missed you over the weekend, you know?” he kisses it and smiles at you. the morning sun lights his face aglow, and the wind brushing past the window makes his hair flutter along with your heart. “oh, [your name]? you’re redder than a maple leaf.”

steam puffs out of your ears at being called out, and you stumble back, glaring at him. “i-i’ll get you one day, kazu! i swear i will!” and when you make a tactical retreat, kazuha only laughs to himself before fondly kissing the finger that held your lock of hair so tenderly.

you honestly thought that thoma would be the easily flustered type, but he's really not. it's always the same reaction out of him: you flirt, he stops, stares, and his lips crack into a brilliant yet amused smile. your charms, that have flawlessly worked on both me and women, are received like an elder brother witnessing their sibling's antics.

it makes your blood boil! really! the audacity of this guy to just shrug off your remarks when you're already growing desperate to get a reaction out of him! you up your charisma, bat your lashes more, but no, nada! it makes you a bit insecure— juuuust a little. is your allure starting to wane?

you're sulkily poking at your lunchbox, too caught up with your little dilemma to actually eat. thoma notices from across you, and his brows pinch together in concern as he regards your expression.

"is everything okay, [your name]?" he asks softly, placing a gentle hand on yours to let you know he's there. "you don't seem to have an appetite today. is the lunchbox i made not up to your liking?"

you might be sulking, but archon forbid you make thoma think his cooking wasn't up to standard! you frantically shake your head, before settling down and letting out a sigh.

"thoma~" you let out a whine, grasping his hand on yours with both of yours. you pout as prettily as you can, letting the lips you meticulously glossed this morning do their job, bat your lashes, and doing everything and anything you can in your power to turn it up a hundred times more. "be honest with me. do you find me pretty at all?"

his eyes widen at the question. "o– of course, i do, [your name]! there's no one in this school who doesn't find you attractive." something dark flickers in his eyes for a moment as he mutters lowly. "believe me."

that shadow disappears as soon as it comes, and squeezes your hands reassuringly. "more than just being attractive, i like you for who you are." his soft green eyes crease downward in a fond look, and you think your heart is racing a hundred miles per second. "i'm here with you, aren't i?"

you do your utmost best to respond, but your tongue fails you. your brain has short-circuited, and you can barely hear anything than the pounding of your heart and the muffled worried calls of your name. you slump in your seat, steam coming out of your brain and dizzy from the heartburn. you are defeated at your game.

there are advantages and disadvantages to flirting with the scaramouche. when you shoot him one of your teasing remarks or sidle a bit too close to his side, the people around you look at you like you're crazy.

and you are. you're crazy obsessed with his reactions, how sardonic and dry-humor they are but so cute and feisty. so what if his glares keep getting scarier and scarier, if his lips curl up in a sneer whenever he sees you. you don't waste a single moment in trying to get a reaction out of him!

"hey, scara~♪" your head pops out from the corner while he's busy with his locker, and glances at you before resuming with his work. "you're as cute as ever as always!"

"and i can see that you still insist on being annoying," he says plainly, before slamming his locker shut and fixing you with his signature dirty glare. "when will you stop bothering me, or do i have to put up with your nonsense until graduation?"

"only if you'll have me~"

"idiot," he scoffs. "to be disturbing me like this day in and day out. you have some nerve, [last name]. are you really that keen on breaking my peace? or—" he studies your face carefully, before a smug smile breaks out on his lips. "are you really that obsessed with me?"

your mind blanks out at the sudden accusation and you can feel the heat rising in your face. "o–obsessed with you? don't be absurd! i– you– you're not the only one, you know! don't get too full of yourself." your face reddens further as his smirk only grows, and you stomp your foot childishly. "believe me!"

"tut, tut, [last name]. you won't get further in this society if you wear your hearts on a sleeve like that. but don't worry." he lifts your chin up with a slender finger, and as much as that knowing grin of his is humiliating, you can't help but appreciate how alluring the expression is on him. "since you're so obsessed with me, i don't mind letting a commoner like you live under my care when the time calls for it."

[pnghoon]

his muse

NISHIMURA RIKI [니키] ── 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

୨୧ pairing : !nonidol artist !riki x insecure fem !reader ꒰wc : 1.3k꒱

୨୧ genre + content warnings : fluff, mild angst, themes of mental health, insecurities, not proofread.

୨୧ synopsis : in which the talented artist in your art class uses you as his inspiration for his next art project.

writer's note ─ guys look who's in her writer era rn...(pls don't kill me i'll post a bot as soon as I can (っ◞‸◟ c) anyways is this cringey..bffr. this was a little rushed, but if you enjoyed reading this, please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡

every monday, you sat in the very back corner of the art class, hiding behind your sketchbook like it was a shield. it wasn't that you disliked people—it was quite the opposite. but after years of feeling like you didn’t quite fit in, you’d become more comfortable with the quiet company of your own drawings.

the art room was a sanctuary for your overactive mind, the smell of pencils and paint grounding you as you buried yourself in your sketchbook that seemed to never be seen not in your grasps. art was your escape, a way to calm the swirling doubts and insecurities that threatened to overflow. it was a safe place, a world where you controlled the narrative, where the flaws you saw in yourself could be erased with a few gentle strokes of an eraser.

across the room sat riki with his easel, eyes flicking between his canvas and you. you never noticed his gaze, too wrapped up in your own world of ink and charcoal. riki, however, had noticed you from the very start. he was the star of the art class, his talent and charisma shining brightly, while you preferred to stay in the shadows, content with your obscured invisibility.

it all started with a simple sketch. riki's eyes would wander to the corner of the art room where you sat regularly, quietly perfecting your sketches. he couldn't help but be captivated by the way you looked—the natural beauty you seemed to obtain. looking at you was like a breath of fresh air to riki, and before he knew it, he began to absentmindedly sketch you in his notebook. his pencil danced gracefully across the pages adorning his sketchbook, capturing the rarity of your smile that, when it did appear, could light up the entire room. he detailed how your soft hair framed your face perfectly and the way you seemed lost in your world of unique sketches.

as the days went by, riki found himself increasingly drawn to you, basking in your presence while also capturing your essence on paper. your every move, every subtle expression, only encouraged him to continue drawing you, each sketch more intricate and heartfelt than the last. and as the days continued to fly by, those graphite drawings were transferred to big white canvases, riki’s gentle hands preciously stroking lines of perfection on the pristine surface as his project started to slowly come to life.

as another monday approached, the school’s art class gathered in the same art room, plagued with the smell of paint and the sounds of chatter. you were working on your own project when riki approached you, a charming smile tugging at his lips and his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“hey, i was wondering if you’d like to come to my art show next friday. it’s going to be at the gallery downtown.”

you blinked up at him, surprise evident on your face at the sudden question. "me? are you sure?" you practically blurted out, your eyes glancing around you like you were checking if it was really you he was asking.

"of course," he said without a single stutter and a simple nod. "i’d really like you to be there y/n."

your heart fluttered, and you found yourself reluctantly agreeing before your insecurities could convince you otherwise. the rest of the week passed in a blur of nervous anticipation. your mind would often wander to why riki would invite you out of all people to his art show. he was a great artist, but he wanted you specifically?

no matter how hard you tried to push the curiosity to the back of your mind, you often found yourself lying in bed at night, thinking about it. so to keep your mind busy without the thoughts of the approaching art show, you drew. you drew until the erasers on your pencils were worn down to thin layers of rubber. clearly you found solace in your drawings, using your skills to sketch out your worries and fears, finding a strange comfort in the activity.

the day of the art show arrived, and the gallery was filled with stunning artwork. your mood was already down when you glanced at yourself in the mirror before you left, feeling a bit of distaste for how you looked in the outfit you were wearing. you were already late as it was, so you knew you wouldn’t have time to change. luckily, you knew that the sight of new art pieces would bring your mood up.

you wandered through the displays, admiring your classmates' talents, but your mind kept drifting back to that nagging topic that seemed to not want to leave you alone: riki's invitation. what had he created that he was so eager for you to see?

when you reached riki's section, your breath caught in your throat. there, among his vibrant paintings, was a series of drawings that unmistakably depicted you. drawn with such delicacy, riki’s spread captured you in every piece, the lines and colors bringing out a beauty you never saw in yourself. you stood in front of them, stunned, a mix of emotions swirling within you.

“do you like it?” riki's voice broke through your thoughts. he stood beside you, his eyes searching yours for a reaction.

“riki, this... this is me,” you whispered, stumbling on your words a little as you tried to process the hand-painted pieces in front of you.

he nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face. “yes, it is. i wanted to show you how i see you. you're beautiful, even if you don't realize it.”

you felt your cheeks heat up, a mixture of embarrassment and admiration swirling inside you. “all those times you were so focused on your canvas in class...they were all dedicated to me?” you spoke out, shock and hesitation evident in your voice as your eyes scanned every line and detail on the painting.

“but… i never knew you were drawing me,” you said softly, your gaze averting to the ground for a second to hide the way your cheeks were dusted a light pink.

he laughed lightly, watching your gaze falter from him for a moment as he nodded his head. “i didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. i wanted to show you how incredible you are, through my eyes.”

you listened to his explanation, unsure of what to say at that moment. you desperately wanted to thank him, to tell him how much this meant to you. but the lingering thoughts about the way you looked and the idea of others seeing you in his art held you back. soon enough, your self-doubt bubbled up once more, making you look away. “but...why me? there are so many more interesting subjects—i’m just...me.”

riki paused for a moment, before gently taking your hand, his touch gentle yet grounding. “exactly. you’re you, and that’s what makes you amazing. i know it’s hard to see yourself that way, but i wanted to show you what i see. every time you pick up a pencil, you create something extraordinary. that’s the real you.”

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, a mix of overwhelming emotion and gratitude. “thank you, riki. i never thought anyone saw me like this.”

he squeezed your hand, his eyes sincere. “you deserve to see yourself the way others do, the way i do. and if it takes a bunch of paintings to help you realize that, then so be it.”

you smiled through the tears, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. for the first time in a long while, you felt seen—not just as the quiet girl in the corner, but as someone truly beautiful and worthy.

riki’s art had given you a gift more precious than words. it was a mirror reflecting not your insecurities, but your inner strength and beauty. and in that moment, surrounded by his paintings, you slowly began to believe in the image they portrayed.

the gallery buzzed around you, but all you could focus on was riki and his unwavering support. “thank you,” you whispered again, and he simply smiled, his own eyes shining with pride as he whispered back, his arms pulling you into a warm embrace that was like a balm to your worries.

“no, thank you. for being my muse, for being you.”

𝓢igning off... @pnghoon

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[prythianpages]

Golden Hour | Eris x Reader

summary: Eris sneaks you out of the Forest house to watch the lantern festival in private and it's getting harder to ignore his feelings for you.

warnings: fluff a little break from the angst to come hehe

a/n: this one is inspired by Kacey Musgrave's Golden Hour and the movie Tangled (: you can find the masterlist for this series here or just read this as a stand alone imagine. All you have to know for context is that reader is arranged to be married to his younger brother.

“How do I look?”

Eris stares at you, feeling a surge of warmth rush to his neck. You stand right in front of him, arms extended slightly, dressed in his clothes. Though the garments hang loosely on your frame, they do nothing to conceal the beauty that radiates from you. He wonders if this is a mistake, if perhaps he should call off your–

“Just say I look hideous,” you muse, your voice pulling him back from his thoughts.

“You could never,” he murmurs as he meets your gaze.

Your eyes twinkle with anticipation. He had promised to take you–sneak you out, more like it– to the lantern festival and it was a vow he was determined to uphold. Anything to not let the light dim from your eyes.

Eris takes a deep breath and regrets it immediately as you overwhelm his senses. You smell like him and the thought pleases him more than it should, stirring emotions he dares not name. Clearing his throat, Eris forces himself to look away and says, “we should, um, we should go now.”

He then strides towards the full-length mirror, aware of your curious gaze following his every move. His fingertips trace along the edges of the mirror, seeking out the concealed lock with practiced precision. With a deft touch, he unlatches it, revealing the hidden doorway leading to the dark passageways nestled within the Forest house.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” you ask, peering over his shoulder into the shadows beyond.

Eris startles slightly at your sudden proximity. “Yes,” he reassures you, his hand rising as he summons forth his powers. Flames dance from his fingertips before he turns to you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “But we don’t have to go. We can simply stay here—”

You cut him off before he can finish his sentence, stepping forward eagerly and venturing into the concealed corridors. Eris follows suit, closing the door behind you both. Turning around, you cast a curious glance towards the door, relieved to find no glimpse into your room. You let Eris walk ahead to guide you both.

Your eyes are wide as you look around the dark, twisting passageways of the forest house. The only source of light are Eris’s flames. They cast shadows along the stone walls and as you walk behind him, you can’t help but ask again.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” 

You grimace as you nearly walk into a spider web, feeling a shiver run down your spine. It's undeniably creepy here. You can't help but wonder how Eris travels through these secret passageways alone just to see you. 

“No monsters lurking in the shadows, right?” 

Eris abruptly pauses on a step and then turns around, causing you to jump. You stand a step or two above and he grins, finally at eye level with you. Even in the dim lighting, you can see the flicker of mischief in his eyes. “The only monster in here is me.”

“Ha-ha,” you respond dryly, rolling your eyes. “Very funny.”

The flames flickering from his fingertips brighten, allowing him to study your face. Despite your attempt at a playful glare, he can see the lingering fear in your expression. “Here,” he says, holding out his other hand to you, smiling when you eagerly grasp onto it. “It’s best if you hold onto me for the rest of the way down. It’ll be easier for me to pull you away from the naga that linger in the shadows.”

“Eris!” you exclaim in a hushed tone, your grip tightening around his hand as you draw closer to him, practically clinging to his arm. “Stop it!”

Eris chuckles, a warmth spreading through him as he revels in your proximity. He continues to guide you both down the passageways, slowing his pace. He tells himself it’s for your sake but the smile gracing his lips betrays him. He just longs to linger in this moment.

**

When the two of you finally emerge from the passageways, you welcome the blinding sunlight. You let out a deep exhale of relief, thanking the Mother as you let go of his hand. It’s Eris’s turn to roll his eyes.

He pulls two cloaks out from the pocket realm. He helps you with yours before putting his on and placing a glamor over you both. One can never be too safe. He takes your hand again and the two of you walk quietly until you reach the edge of the forest house’s magic barrier.

“Are you ready?” Eris whispers.

“Yes,” you reply, giving his hand a tight squeeze.

Then, he winnows you both.

You gasp in awe at the meadow, lost in the beauty of the autumn flowers surrounding you. Eris smiles softly to himself as he walks toward the riverbed, where a canoe sits, gently rocking with the water. Wanting to make it onto the river before the sun sets, he prepares the canoe swiftly.

“It’s so peaceful here,” you remark, voice filled with wonder.

“I often come here,” Eris confides, a hint of nostalgia in his tone. “It’s a nice walk here too. I like bringing my hounds with me, even though Clover tends to spend her time eating the flowers,” he adds with a chuckle.

“I love her.”

There’s a fond smile on your face as you think about the adorable hound, picturing her frolicking amidst the blooms. She had been the first one to greet you with kindness upon your arrival. Your first friend.

"She loves you," Eris murmurs, his gaze softening. And who wouldn’t? He muses to himself as you step closer to him.

Your eyes meet, holding onto each other. There’s so much said in your gazes but no words dare to slip out. You’re so close to him, you can appreciate the light freckles scattered over his nose and cheeks. One more step and you’d be able to trace your lips over them. Eris swallows hard, as if he could sense the unspoken desire that pulses in the air. There’s a gleam in his amber eyes as he looks down at you, pulling you in and enticing you to take that step.

But your foot catches onto the cloak that is much too long for you. Your hands instinctively find purchase on his chest and he helps steady you, his hands on your waist sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. “Sorry,” you mutter, a blush staining your cheeks.

“Good thing I caught you this time. Wouldn’t want a repeat of last time now, would we?” Eris teases lightly, referring to the time you fell into the water fountain at the palace’s gardens.

“I’d bring you down with me again,” you reply, matching his tone.

Eris laughs. He realizes in that moment that he would let you. He’d follow you anywhere. 

“You still owe me my book, you know.”

“I know,” Eris says as helps you into the awaiting canoe. He waits until you’re seated before taking the seat across from you. “I’m not done with it yet. I just finished the chapter where they spent the night at the inn... that just so happened to have only one bed and I–”

You cut him off abruptly, sending a splash of water his way. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes has your blush deepening. You know exactly what happens in that chapter. “I don’t want to know,” you reply quickly. 

“You don’t want to hear my thoughts on the book?” Eris teases further, using his power to give the boat the push it needs. He picks up both oars, shaking his head at you when you offer to help row.

“Save it for when you’re finished.”

“Okay,” Eris chuckles and you’ve never been more grateful for the silence that follows.

With a small sigh of contentment, you brace yourself on your palms and tilt your head upwards. Your eyes flutter shut, finding comfort in the gentle rocking of the water as your blush begins to settle. Eris doesn’t mind, admiring the sight of you basking in the glow of the setting sun. The tension that often weighs on your shoulder is gone and so is the usual furrow of worry that marks your brow. 

You’re free from the burden of the forest house. Free to speak your mind and you do so quietly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Eris.”

You don’t know what you do to me, Eris wants to respond, feeling his chest tighten at your words. Instead, he lets out a low hum in question, yearning to know more.

Your eyes flutter open, revealing the reflection of the setting sun within their depths. “You’re my golden hour,” you say and Eris feels a surge of warmth coursing through his veins. Different to the fire that usually lingers there. “I used to get sad and lonely when the sun went down but it’s different now. Sometimes, I–I wish it was you…”

You don’t finish your sentence but you don’t have to. Eris knows. You lower your head, a slight frown taking over your features and he longs to coax your gaze to his. To have a taste of your lips and kiss that frown away. To tug on the bond that tethers him to you until you feel it.

He doesn’t do any of those things. You’re marrying his brother soon. Something he has to remind himself constantly of. It doesn't matter if you're his mate. You're upcoming loveless marriage with his brother puts you at a place much safer than you would be with him.

Still, it doesn't stop him from murmuring a quiet, "me too."

You lift your head, allowing your gazes to meet again. Your mouth parts to speak but a gasp leaves your lips instead. Eris catches the slight widening of your eyes as your gaze fixates on something behind him. He follows your gaze, and together you're both captivated by the mesmerizing sight unfolding before you.

Lanterns ascend gracefully into the dusk sky, their gentle glow mirroring the ascent of the sun and bathing you in its ethereal light. The river below shimmers like a canvas of stars, the lanterns' reflections dancing upon its surface.

“I used to hear about this night all the time when traveling with my parents. My father didn’t care for it but my mother said she’d take me one year…,” your voice trails off. “I never thought I’d be able to see it in person.”

Eris quietly shifts in his seat, moving to sit beside you instead. He lifts his hand and his magic brings forth a lantern. You’re too lost in the moment to notice his proximity.

"The festival is a celebration of hope," Eris explains softly, his gaze alight. "Even in the darkest of nights, the smallest flicker of light–" Flames burst forth from his fingertips, illuminating the lantern. "–can bring forth a fiery hope that perseveres against all odds. Some believe that if you make a wish as you release your lantern, it’ll come true by the next festival.”

He holds the lantern to you, dimming the flames in his hand to not burn you as you take it. 

“And do you believe?” You find yourself asking, tearing your gaze from the lantern to glance at him.

“I do,” he responds without hesitation.

"Then let's release it together," you propose, gesturing for him to grasp the other side. Eris complies, his fingers brushing against yours as you hold the lantern between you. "On three. One... two..."

"Three," you declare in unison, releasing the lantern into the night sky.

You tilt your head back, tracing the path of your lantern as it ascends, joining the myriad of twinkling lights above. As they disappear into the heavens, you're left mesmerized as you can no longer discern them from the stars shining above.

But for Eris, his gaze remains fixed on you, his heart swelling with adoration as he beholds the radiant smile that graces your face. A sight he cherishes as it’s one that illuminates his own darkened world.

When you finally turn to look back at him, you’re beaming. There’s a light in you, warm and real and bright, and all he wants to do is be kept in your glow. Leaning forward, you press a tender kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you," you whisper to him and as the sensation of your lips against his skin lingers, Eris finds himself overcome with a wave of emotion.

He should be the one thanking you. Despite catching him at a time when he least expected it, you've ignited a flame within him. A flame that burns with an intensity that terrifies him because he can no longer ignore it.

You're setting his world ablaze with a fire unlike he's ever known.

a/n: Sorry that this took so long to update. I actually ended up writing another part to this series that was supposed to come before this part but then, I decided to just keep my original order.

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[cambion-companion]

The Devil's Bard

Thank you again for this prompt @superfunething :) Raphael is all-too-eager to have his ego stroked.

Raphael x reader (gn) | drabble

You strummed your lute, having sequestered yourself into a private corner of the Last Light Inn. You began tentatively tuning the old instrument, an heirloom of your family. The ashen wood glistened from the flickering firelight, the warmth of the hearth seeping cozily into the wool of your clothes.

It'd been too long since you'd had time and solitude enough to compose a new song. Since you had collaborated with Alfira, in fact. The itch was there, yet your creative mind had been held captive by none other than a fiend. A cambion. Raphael.

The image of his transformation inside that "House of Hope" where he'd whisked you. His promises spoken in a decadent low voice, rough yet soft. Those eyes, both human brown and devil yellow, staring right through all your outward bluster and bravado.

Wood creaked as you shifted your weight in the mahogany armchair, a discordant noise rose up while you strummed your lute in mild frustration.

Anything else. You would rather create your art around anything else. Flowers, the night sky, the Underdark even. Yet the only thoughts pervading your restless inspiration were those of cherry skin, musky fragrance and a sharp knowing smile.

You whispered the words at first, haltingly and quiet, not wanting to draw attention.

"False hope arrived on hidden wing.

To manor cold and haunted bring,

the weary, wandering and spent.

Those carrying a writhing tenant."

You sighed heavily. Now to create music for your lyrics. You began slow, building the base chords and singing the first verse more confidently after a few rounds. For a moment the world and your troubles melted into the background, your focus a blissfully familiar spotlight upon your work.

You felt sudden pressure as a firm hand gripped your shoulder.

"Hello, my lark." Raphael spoke from behind where you sat, the weight of his gaze upon your head. "As irresistible as the harpy's song, so I too had to investigate what music you were weaving."

He moved around you. Careful measured steps, till he looked down upon you and you up at him. His warm brown eyes caught the glow of firelight as he measured your blushing cheeks and the way you gripped your instrument.

Raphael tilted his head, in an amused air. "Those lyrics rang so familiar." He smiled, that knowing smile you remembered so well. "Almost as though I am the muse behind your making, but that would be presumptuous."

You grimaced. "Speak of the devil."

"Ah, so your little song is about me." Raphael seemed genuinely tickled by this and he chuckled and clapped his hands together once. He took the seat opposite you and slung one of his legs over his other thigh. "Do, please, go on! I so enjoy the extolling arts, especially when revolving around myself."

"What are you doing here, Raphael?" You raised a brow and glanced over your shoulder just in time to see little Mol look away.

"Business, as usual." Raphael leaned forward slightly, his own gaze never deviating from your firelit face. "The richest bounties can be found in the most desperate little havens. But you've learned that already." He smiled, a little sharply. "My most illustrious client. You've sent many souls skittering directly to my door."

"Maybe I should compose a song of warning to stay away from strange men wearing frilly collars." You bit out, your eyes narrowing as you tried again to see where Mol had disappeared to.

"That's the spirit!" Raphael chortled again and gestured graciously to your lute. "Spirit you have in such brilliant abundance, little lark. I find you ever more delightfully ebullient."

"A compliment, were it not for your nature." You said, a little terse of tongue now, growing uncomfortable with how attracted to this fiend you were becoming.

"Does it keep you up at night?" Raphael frowned, a hint of mockery in his cadence. "Tossing and turning upon that cold, hard ground. Desperate to dwell upon anything but the devil in your corner. Oh, come now." His hand found your knee and pressed you back down as you shifted to stand up. "Indulge me! We are friends. After all, what else are little birds for? Sing me your sweet song while I devise for you a safe, gilded cage."

[tainted-liquor]

'Make it Awkward...⋆｡°✩

E1610!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, n a lil bit of smiles! TWs: Awkward teen love like rlly rlly awkward W/C: 1.8k A/N: SZA Inspired fic ❤︎!! another cute lil req from my 100 special!

You and Miles had developed a sturdy friendship in middle school, with you always being hyped up as the "art kid" in each of your classes. Initially, he was a little bit bitter because he didn't really understand what the hype was all about. He could draw, and he could do it just as good as you. Which, granted was indeed true, but your work felt like something out of a Van Gogh discography. Each and every one of your paintings and drawings almost looked like there was a filter over them, like something out of a flurry dream that evoked nostalgia and warmth in whoever seemed to view them. To say he was inspired by you was an understatement, he wanted to drown himself in everything that was your talent.

But as time passed and spiders bit, you two grew apart from each other on account of him semi-blowing you off for Gwen. You stopped hanging out slowly, he began to drop art and pick up a sudden interest in physics and inter-dimensional travel, and even got...meaner? The kind and innocent kid that once was Miles suddenly became jumpy and antsy. You thought that you two had something worth way more than any other friendship you had, but one day shit just shifted into complete, and total, awkward silence. But as time heals all wounds, you slowly began talking again at the top of this month, right before your summer came to its close.

Miles quietly hummed along to the steady bump of the music in his headphones, nodding to the rhythm as he began illustrating a head in his sketchbook. As 'Les' By Childish Gambino slowly fizzed out and the electronic chords of 'Awkward' By SZA became known, his sketch started to warp a little. He didn't necessarily remember how or when, but he noticed his sketch become a lot less androgynous and more familiar, with twinkling brown eyes and thick curly hair becoming more detailed with each pencil stroke. It took him a while to realize, but eventually, he had drawn...you. Down to the finest details as well, your smile lines and your perfectly sculpted Nubian nose.

What he hadn't anticipated was filling up the next 2 pages of his sketchbook with both your face and the signature crochet fingerless gloves you wore during the winter. What initially was just a warmup while waiting for you to arrive at his house turned into a full-blown drawing session with you as the muse. You weren't even there and he still had drawn you 100% accurately from memory. He sighed as his playlist continued to play out a steady stream of nothing but SZA, leaning back in his chair as he stared up at the ceiling before he heard a knock on his room door. "Ah-Come in!" he yelped as he quickly put away his sketchbook, swapping out the pencils and paint markers for paintbrushes and canvases.

You gently pushed open the door, showing Miles your painted tote bag full of art supplies, such as watercolors, charcoal, oil paints, three palettes, and various paintbrushes. "Hey, Miles! Sorry, it took me a lil bit...that fuckin' line in the art store was INSANE" you chirped as you slowly entered Miles's room and set down your bag. You placed your shoes in the corner of his room before walking over to sit on his bed. He pulled off his headphones, gently placing them on their stand before spinning around in his indigo desk chair. "That's fine! Don't even worry about it I know how full them stores get" he shrugs as he grabs his Bluetooth speaker from off his shelf, motioning for you to follow him as he stacks the canvases and art supplies in his hands.

"C'mon, there's not enough space in my room for two people to paint," he explains as he climbs the stairs up to his apartment roof. You followed closely behind him, setting up the art supplies as he fidgeted with his speaker. You lean back against the wall as you sit on the concrete roof, taking in the pretty sky as you sketch out some buildings and a landscape on your canvas. "So how's summer for you, huh? What's her name...Gwen was it? How'd things go over with her?" You ask as you begin to add minor details to your sketch. Truth be told it ate you up every single time he would mention her in your past conversations, with you having a small...thing for him that grew over time.

"Oh! Uh, Gwen...yeah. Things went south, we don't really talk anymore..." He shrugs as he rips the plastic off of a rather large canvas. You nodded slowly, indicating that you were hanging on to his every word as you cracked open a fresh bottle of paint thinner, pouring it into a small glass cup before coating your brush in the clear mineral spirit. You slather a couple of shades of deep blue, rusty orange, bright magenta, and off-white on your paint palette as you work to form that beautiful 'sunset gradient' on your canvas. He connects his phone to the small black speaker, his playlist resuming quietly in the background. "But how's your summer been?" he asks as he mirrors the process of sitting beside you and leaning against the wall.

"My summer's been fine actually. Nothing too eventful, no trips or nothing, just taking a couple...ahem...adventures!" You explain as you recall how you nearly got in trouble with the police for trespassing in various abandoned locations for funsies. Miles gives you a playful side-eye, looking you up and down. "You sound a lil sketchy...what did YOU do this summer?" he chuckled as he began sketching out some scenery and what looked like the early stages of a body on his canvas. "Shhhh, your dad's a cop" you giggled as you picked up a smaller brush, filling in the buildings and scenery in your painting. You both chuckled at the slight confession, looking ahead of you so you could get an accurate view of what you were currently painting.

You took a small glance at what Miles was currently sketching, getting a good look at the faceless humanoid figure sitting cross-legged, with an unidentified object that vaguely resembled a pencil in her hand as she drew on her...face? Eyeliner maybe? You hummed along to 'Supermodel' By SZA. You held up your canvas closer to Miles's canvas, analyzing the difference in art styles. Yours was much more realistic, and heavily influenced by the world around you with your unique play on your color palette. whereas Miles was more stylized and thought out, the colors remaining true to their actual hue.

"What do you think this needs more of?" you ask as you tilt your canvas towards Miles. He thought for a moment, tilting his head slightly so he could thoroughly analyze the painting. "More shine to the light sources maybe? Like a soft glow!" he beamed as he pointed towards the canvas with the opposite end of his paintbrush. You nod with your signature full smile, smile leans indicating your raw and unfiltered joy. Miles's eyes lingered on you for a couple of seconds before he madly swiped away at his canvas, seemingly blocking out more details with darker shades of watercolor.

You spent the next four hours, yes, four hours giggling like children as Miles sang along terribly to some of the songs on his playlist, starting a mini karaoke session on his roof with the both of you. It began to get cold and dark, so you decided you would pick up the canvases again after going inside to get something to eat. He grabbed his speaker and supplies, leaving his large canvas on the roof of his building before disappearing through the door to his apartment complex. You stuffed most of what you wanted to bring back down into your bag, before deciding to look over at Miles's painting. It looked exactly like you, but you were younger.

You remembered that damn scrunchie you had locked on your wrist, your favorite dark red satin scrunchie that went perfectly with your uniform. You shifted slightly to get a better angle of the canvas, watching as 8th grade you sprung to life in the form of doing your eyeliner on the bathroom sink. Miles had been there with you, watching as you painfully kneeled on the edge of the sink and leaned hazardously close to the mirror. You smiled softly to yourself as you noticed each beauty mark you had perfectly positioned on your face, from each scar to every minor indent in your smile. You chuckled quietly before swinging open the door and bolting down the stairs, straight to Miles's room.

And there he was, viciously fucking up a cup of noodles like someone would take it from him at any moment. "Damn, is it good? it ain't goin' nowhere now..." you joked with wide eyes as he gestured to an identical cup cooling off by his mini desk fan. You ate alongside him in silence, not really knowing what to say to each other. "I see you're still painting like in middle school...?" he states, referring to your distinct blurred style of painting. "Huh...Oh! Yeah, haha. I miss middle school kinda." You shrug as you sit the cup down on the side of his desk.

"Really? I always thought you thought I was a lil annoying back in middle school. I think you were my quietest friend ever" he joked as he finished his cup, dunking it in his trash can. "Huh? I literally thought you were the cutest thing ever! If I thought you were annoying I would've told you!" you stated with a small chuckle. Miles seemed to think for a moment, pausing as he processed the first half of your sentence. "Wait, you thought I was cute this whole time?" He asked with wide eyes. "Yeah! I was quiet cuz I didn't wanna fuck anything up! I think I had the fattest crush on you!" you laughed as you realized he thought that YOU thought he was annoying this whole time.

He gawked for a minute, his jaw slacked and eyes even wider than before. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" he semi-shouted as he began pacing around his room. You could only laugh, saying "We were like 10 and I didn't know if you would've liked me back." He looked at you as if you had 2 heads, going on some long rant about how he always thought you just weren't interested or thought he was annoying. You silently got up from his bed, walking over to him and stopping him entirely.

Miles looked at you with a rather confused and amused expression, probably still processing the fact that you openly admitted to liking him in middle school. But nothing in the world could have prepared him for the delicate kiss that you placed on his lips. He eagerly closed the space between the two of you, wrapping one arm around your waist almost by instinct. You pulled away from him after what felt like years, muttering a small "Who taught you that?"

[nanawritesit]

Skz Tattoo Artist AU Imagines! Part Two (fem!reader)

🔞 (NSFW/ 18+/ MDNI) 🔞

Part One - SFW

TW: hooking up with professional artists (don’t be delusional irl guys lol) p in v sex with protection not specified (LK, CB, SM, IN) oral sex (H) fingering (HJ, F) masturbation play (F) nipple play/sucking (BC) girl on top (LK) doggy style (CB, SM) missionary/ mating press (IN) spanking (LK) choking (HJ) hair pulling (H) marking up (H) voice kink (F) studio sex (SM) sex in a relationship (IN) scratching (IN) praise, groping, dirty talk, pet names, making out, cursing

ngl these are kinda short, i didn’t really feel like writing full out scenarios for all eight members 💀 if you’d like to request a more detailed scenario for ONE member each, i’d be willing to accept it in the ask box :)

Bangchan:

He had somehow managed to muster up the courage to ask you out a few weeks after giving you your tattoo, thanks to your mutual friend Han’s encouragement. He decided that he wouldn’t have been able to handle seeing you with some other guy while his art was on your chest.

Speaking of which, your tattoo was fully healed by the time you went out, so you decided to show it off with a low cut top. Chan couldn’t take his eyes off of it the entire time you were out at the bar, and you decided to tease him about it once you had agreed to go back to his apartment with him.

“Are you a fan of the top?” you asked, cheekily judging him as he sat down next to you on the couch.

He chuckled, pushing his hair back and looking away in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I promise I’m not looking at your cleavage. It’s just… God, you are really rocking that tattoo.”

“Well, you have yourself to thank. You did a kickass job.” you grinned as you complimented him.

“You were the inspiration.” he suddenly blurted out. His cheeks heated up at his sudden confession.

Your lips parted as you cocked your head in question. “Really?”

He sighed, laughing at himself before explaining. “I meant, I designed it specifically for you. I thought about how it would look on you the entire time I was drawing it, so it was literally made for you. You’re the muse, so to speak.”

You blinked a few times, staring at him blankly. Without a moment’s hesitation, you leaned forward and crashed your lips against his. He quickly melted into the kiss, as if he had been preparing himself for it all night and was just waiting for the chance to fall into it. Your hands flew up to grip his shoulders, while his moved to cup your jaw. His brow furrowed as he leaned deeper into the kiss, leaning you back onto the couch. He moved to straddle your lap, biting your lip slightly as he pulled away.

Panting wildly, he studied your features affectionately, as if he was taking in a great work of art. Finally, his eyes trailed down to your chest. He sighed airily, pouting his lips open as he looked at the rose he had etched into your skin so carefully.

“Fuck, you’re absolutely gorgeous, Y/N…” he told you, his big brown eyes sparkling as he looked back into yours. He slowly brought a hand to your chest, hovering it over your breast. “Can I?”

You nodded, granting him permission to grope you. He bit his lip as he did so, watching the rose morph along his fingers and the plush of your breast. “I haven’t been able to contain myself watching you walk around with my art on you, that I put there myself…”

Without thinking, he began lifting your shirt to expose your whole chest to him, placing delicate kisses all over your bare skin. He licked your nipple a few times, then latched onto it, sucking lightly as he groped your other breast. You bucked your hips forward in arousal, bringing a hand up to his hair to grip onto it. Never before had a man made you so desperate just by sucking your titties.

Sensing he had been sucking for a while, he released your nipple from his mouth and looked back up at you with a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I just… couldn’t help myself. They looked so good.”

You responded by placing your hand at the back of his neck and pulling him back down to kiss him again, rougher and more passionately than before. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, fighting with his for dominance as he continued groping your tits.

“Chan…” you suddenly whined, pulling away from him by only a few centimeters, lips still ghosting over his.

“Yeah?” he enquired, trailing loving kisses down your neck that made you squint from the dopamine.

“I want… to…” you tried to get him to finish your sentence, tossing your head back to grant him more access to your neck.

“What do you want, baby?” he questioned cheekily, nibbling on your earlobe. “Tell me, I want to hear it.”

“Chan, please don’t tease me…” you sighed in protest.

“Oh baby, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” he informed you, giggling over your frustration.. “It wouldn’t be fun if I didn’t get to give you a taste of what my longing was like.”

You chuckled in disbelief at his audacity, squinting your eyes shut and exhaling. “Okay, fine… I want you to fuck me, Chan.”

He grinned into your neck, laughing so delicately that you could barely feel his breath fanning against your skin. “Okay, my rose. It’d be my pleasure.”

Lee Know:

You squealed as he slapped your ass with his tattooed hand again, smirking up at you. He looked so fine underneath you, the red LED lights in your room glistening off his sweaty, inked up neck and piercings.

“Oh come on, I know you can take it, tough girl.” he teased you, bucking his hips up into you.

You yelped as the sudden force jolted you forward, gripping onto the pillows beneath you as your hair fell in front of your face. You never imagined he would be such a wild ride.

“Awh, you can do it, sweetheart… you took that tattoo so well, I’m sure you can handle my cock too.” he cooed, pushing your hair back for you. The softness of his touch contrasted greatly with how roughly he was fucking himself up into you.

“Minho…” you whined, leaning into his hand as he rested it against your cheek. “I’m gonna…”

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” he asked, biting his pierced lip. He suddenly gripped onto your hips and began guiding you up and down along his cock, mercilessly pounding into you.

“Minho!” you cried out, knuckles turning white at how hard you were gripping onto the pillows.

“I want you to cum for me, sweetheart…” he demanded, his face suddenly taking on a serious expression. “And I want you to scream. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Minho, yes!” you did as he asked, allowing the final string within you to snap. You were crying out his name, slurring the syllables together as your mind became clouded with pleasure.

“Yeah baby, ride it out…” he encouraged you, his hips stuttering as he was nearing his own release. “Atta girl, keep going… don’t stop…”

He grunted loudly, then messily thrusted up harshly inside of you, your already sensitive walls clenching around him for dear life. He began calling out for you just as you had done for him, his fingernails digging into your hips and leaving little red crescent moons in your skin.

Once you had both finished in unison, you collapsed against him, forgetting how sensitive the skin along your collarbone was. You hissed at the sudden contact, wincing in pain.

“Oh sweetheart, are you okay?” he asked, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. His eyes were sparkling with so much concern, you almost forgot how hard he had just demolished you.

“Oh, I’m just wonderful, Minho.”

Changbin:

When you went to your tattoo appointment this morning, you never imagined you’d be ending the night in your tatoo artists’ bedroom, straddling his lap as he made out with you and ran his large, inked hands all over your body. But come on, how were you supposed to resist the man, with his fluffy black waves, glasses, bulging arm muscles decked out in tattoos, chain, and tight black tshirt?

“Can I take this off?” he suddenly asked, pulling away momentarily. He was gripping onto the hem of your shirt, tugging at it slightly.

You nodded frantically, desperately wanting to have his lips back on yours. He whipped your shirt off over your head, glad that you hadn’t put your bra back on yet. He glanced up at the mirror facing opposite the bed, gasping slightly as he took in the wings on your back.

“God, you’re breathtaking…” he sighed, running his hands along them.

Growing impatient at his distraction, you began kissing his neck, licking and nipping at his skin. You inhaled as you placed your lips to his ear. “Changbin… I want you.”

He chuckled, roughly pulling you back by the hair to face him. “I want you too, angel…. but I also want to keep looking at those pretty little wings. Why don’t you get on your hands and knees so I can multitask?”

You smirked and nodded your head obediently, moving off of his lap to remove your shorts and panties. You then assumed the position he’d requested, arching your back as you leaned forward on your elbows.

He bit his lip at the sight of you bent over before him, patiently waiting for him to fuck you like a good little girl. He ripped his shirt off over his head, then unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans down his legs, discarding everything into a pile on the floor. He pumped his dick in his hand a few times, then got onto his knees behind you, lining himself up with your pussy.

“You ready to fly, angel?” he inquired, looking over your shoulder at you.

“Yes, please, Changbin…” you whined needily.

He smirked, then entered you inch by inch, gently thrusting forward as you adjusted to his length. You both groaned at the feeling of your pussy clamping around his dick.

“Shit, honey, you’re so tight…” he grunted, eyes rolling back in his head. Once he was completely inside of you, he brought a hand up to your hair, anchoring you in place as he took in the designs he had placed on your back. He smiled at them with pride, picking up the pace of his thrusts and gripping tightly onto your hip with his other hand. He was going to make sure you never regretted coming to him to earn your wings.

Hyunjin:

“Yeah? You like that?” Hyunjin sniggered into your ear, biting your earlobe teasingly as his fingers worked magic on your core. It had been a full week since you got your tattoo, but he still insisted that your skin was much too delicate for sex. However, being the giving man he was. he still wanted to please you after your first date, so here you were laid out on top of him, back pressed to his chest while he rubbed circles over your clit with his dominant, tatted arm.

“Hyunjin… I…” you breathed airily, not being able to process any other words. You were intoxicated by his touch, it was almost otherworldly how intuitive he was. You didn’t know a man could be so good at fingering, as most didn’t even know where the clit was.

He said nothing, and instead brought his left hand, which had previously been groping your breast, up to your throat to clamp down on it.

“Look at you, such a mess over just my fingers…” he taunted with an affectionate pout, flattening three fingers against your slit to rub quick, rhythmic circles and tease you even further. “Am I really making you feel that good?”

Hyunjin was desperate for your praise, you knew this from the very moment you told him the design he drove into your hip was perfect. You didn’t know why, but it was like a drug to him.

“Oh yes, Hyunjin… you’re so good with your fingers, I feel so damn good!” you cried out, allowing your head to fall back against his shoulder.

He grinned in accomplishment, going back to your pussy with renewed vigor. He inserted two fingers into your needy hole, then rotated his thumb up to stimulate your clit.

“Fuck, Hyunjin!” you squealed, bucking your hips forward to gain more friction off of his fingers.

“Oh, is that too much baby?” he teased, tightening his grip on your throat. “Come on, don’t you trust me?”

You were immediately reminded of how comfortable he made you feel in his tattoo studio, and how caring he was throughout the entire process. He truly was a remarkable man.

“Yes, I do… I trust you completely.” you told him, allowing yourself to succumb to the pleasure. It wasn’t long before you were finishing in his hand, slamming your hips up into it as you cried out strings of praise for him.

Smirking in triumph, he slid his fingers out of your cunt and placed them in his mouth, relishing the flavor of you.

“My god, you taste heavenly, Y/N…” he sighed, placing a soft kiss to your temple.

You smiled to yourself, and once you had caught your breath, you sat up and turned around to face him. You sunk down to where your head was hovering over his crotch, then began unbuttoning his jeans.

“Now it’s your turn.” you grinned up at him through seductive, siren eyes. You might just be his weakness, he thought to himself, but then all he could concentrate on was your mouth wrapping around his cock. God, you were going to be the death of him.

Han:

After a lengthy competition over who could flirt with the other the hardest, you found yourself sprawled out on Han’s bed as he left hickies all down your neck. It was quite comical that just this morning, you hadn’t even known what he looked like. He was just this mysterious local celebrity… and when he invited you back to his place after getting a couple drinks at a local bar, you couldn’t possibly say no.

“Han, please…” you sighed in desperation, tugging at his dark locks.

He sat up to look you in the eye, smirking in satisfaction at how easily he could work you up. “What is it, babe? After you’ve been such a little temptress all night, do you find yourself wanting more than just teasing?”

You rolled your eyes at his calling you out, yanking his hair out of annoyance. He whimpered involuntarily, making you raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah? Did you like that, pretty boy?” you inquired, the corners of your lips curling up in a sly grin.

“Shit, don’t call me that… I might lose all my self control…” he exhaled, pressing his forehead against yours as he kissed your lips. Just as the kiss was growing heated, he pulled away and looked at you with a slightly serious expression. “Listen, beautiful, it pains me to say this, but I don’t want to fuck you while that tattoo is still fresh. The friction would hurt you, and I don’t want to mess up the ink.”

You pouted, then nodded in agreement with him. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Maybe you shouldn’t have flirted with me so hard.” you smirked, pulling his hair once again.

He muttered another whimper, squinting his eyes shut at the sensation and then laughing at himself. “You know, there are other ways I could pleasure you, babe…”

You tried to contain the smile that was spreading on your face at his insinuation, and instead shrugged at him challengingly. “Well then, why don’t you show me what you’ve got, Han Jisung?”

He bit his pierced lip in a coy grin, then stood up in front of you. He suddenly grabbed your ankles and pulled you forward so that your legs were hanging off the bed. You squeaked a bit in surprise, but otherwise looked up at him with a curious gaze. He then got down on his knees and reached up under your skirt to take off your panties, tossing them over his shoulder before placing your legs atop his shoulders. Before you could even register what he was doing, he dove headfirst into your pussy, his tongue licking flat stripes up your slit to wipe up your already abundant juices.

“Holy shit, Han!” you cried out, throwing your head back in ecstasy. Your hands instinctively went back into his hair, gripping onto it for stability. He impulsively moaned into your folds, sending vibrations straight to the area you needed him most.

Finally, he flicked his tongue up to your clit, giving it little kitten licks with the tip of his tongue at first but progressing to a rhythmic circling with more pressure as you adjusted to the feeling. He had the perfect intuition for pacing, you almost wondered how he worked with his hands when he was so gifted with his tongue.

You couldn’t wait to return the favor to him and make him utter more of those gorgeous little whimpers. He really was a pretty boy, and he deserved to feel good too. He was going to have to thank Bangchan for setting the two of you up.

Felix:

“Look at me, love.” Felix’s deep voice resonated with you from across the room. He was sat in a chair while you were propped up on his bed, legs spread apart with your now healed tattooed hand playing with your pussy.

You snapped your head up, gazing into his eyes with a drunken haze. About two weeks after your tattoo session, Felix had reached out to you and asked you out. You of course agreed, and you had been seeing each other for a few weeks now. Tonight however, things had gotten significantly more heated between the two of you.

He found himself wanting to toy with you a bit. He couldn’t help himself when it came to that adorable, innocent expression on your cute little face whenever you got lost in his words, or the way your sparkly doe eyes would blink up at him as you blushed at how flustered he made you. You wanted him to fuck you so bad, but he insisted on watching you play with your pussy first.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me.” he instructed, propping his elbows on his thighs as he leaned forward in his chair.

You did as he asked, simply wanting to get to the point where he would fuck you. His voice had you in a trance as you locked your eyes onto him, beginning to circle your clit with slow, even strokes of the pads of your fingers.

“You’re so pretty like this, you know that, love?” he inquired, cocking his head to the side with a smirk. His eyes glanced down to your pussy, licking his lips in desire. When he glanced back up and saw that your eyes were still on him, he grinned proudly. “You’re such a good listener too. What a good girl.”

With his low, rumbling voice as your guide, you began to feel your release building up. Your lips parted and your breathing began quickening. You wanted to save your orgasm for his cock, but you wouldn’t dare disobey him.

He sensed your hesitation by the way you were bucking your hips forward and decided to intervene. He stood up from his chair and walked over to you quickly, holding your wrist delicately in his hand.

“That’s enough for now, love.” he smiled softly down at you, brushing some of your hair back with his other hand. “I’ll fuck you now. You’ve earned it, sweet girl.”

He removed his clothes and tossed them into a heep on the floor, noticing how your face lit up as you took in his naked form. This obviously pleased him even further, as he soon revealed a huge, hard erection.

He then pushed you back down onto the bed, crawling overtop of you. He laced his fingers with yours, holding your hand gently against the mattress.

“I told you the hands were sensitive. You can feel every touch.” he grinned, blonde hair flopping over his freckled face. You still couldn’t believe how gorgeous he was. “Are you ready for me, love?”

You placed your freehand on his inked up shoulder, donning the same intimate position you shared when he did your tattoo. “I’m ready for you, Felix.”

Seungmin:

“I told you, baby, no one’s here. You can be as loud as you want.” Seungmin grunted into your ear with a smirk.

You had previously been biting your lip to avoid moaning, but as he reminded you of the fact that you were alone, you gave in and began crying out.

“Yeah, that’s it. You sound divine.”

After Seungmin had finished your tattoo, you loved it so much that you couldn’t help but hug him. However, as you did so, you felt his rock hard erection through his sweats. Flattered, you asked him if there was anything you could do to repay him. One thing led to another, and now here you were, bent over his desk as fucked you from behind.

The large wall mirror was to your side, and as Seungmin glanced over at your reflection, he took in your tattooed ribcage.

“Man, you are rocking the fuck out of that tattoo.” he chuckled admiringly, rubbing his hands along your tender flesh. You winced, but were quickly distracted by his grip on your hips tightening as he pounded into you even harder.

“Look at yourself, you naughty thing, taking my cock so well…” he praised, gesturing with his head towards the mirror. You did as he asked, gasping at the erotic sight before you. He smirked at how well you listened to him. “So obedient, you’re such a good girl, you know that?”

He glanced down at your tits swinging back and forth, and how the plush of your ass pressed up against his hips with every thrust. God, you were a vision.

“Baby… wanna cum in you, is that okay?” he asked for permission, glancing at your face over your shoulder.

You nodded frantically, feeling your own release slowly approaching. “Do it, Seungmin. I want you to fill me up.”

His hips stuttered clumsily a few times, and then he cried out in pleasure, emptying his load inside of you. At the overwhelming full feeling, the cord inside of you snapped, and you began screaming his name through your own orgasm.

Panting wildly, he pressed his forehead to your shoulder. He chuckled to himself, then kissed your cheek. “You did so good, baby. Now, how about you let me take you home for some premium aftercare?”

I.N:

Jeongin was absolutely captivated by you. You had been going out for a month now, and you’d recently made things official. He thought everything about you was so interesting, finding himself transfixed on everything you had to say. He was absolutely smitten for you.

Tonight, your usual make out and groping session went to the next level as you felt him growing hard against your leg.

“Jeongin?” you asked, pulling away from him momentarily.

“Yes, darling?” he replied. He pressed his forehead to yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he patiently waited to hear what you had to say.

“I just wanted you to know that…” you mumbled, mustering up your courage. You took a deep breath, then looked him in the eye. “I’m ready to take the next step if you are.”

He smiled, beginning to pepper kisses all over your face. “I am too, darling… I’m actually ready right now, if you can’t already tell.” he chuckled between kisses, pressing his hips further into yours to emphasize his erection.

You laughed along with him, then looked up at him with glimmering desire. “Will you please fuck me, Jeongin?”

It was as if you had just shoved a needle of adrenaline straight into his veins. “Well damn, how can I deny my good girl when she asked so nicely?”

After a bit of fumbling around, you were both nude before one another, and he positioned the tip of his dick at your entrance. “You ready, darling?”

You nodded, gripping onto his shoulders. “I’ve never been more ready, baby.”

He moaned airily as he entered you, already overcome with pleasure at the first inch. “Damnit, Y/N… you feel so good.” He then began thrusting forward until he bottomed out, eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling of your pussy clenching around his entire length.

“Oh my god, Jeongin…” you whimpered as he began rolling his hips into yours, setting a steady pace. It felt like his cock was made for your pussy, fitting so snugly inside of you and hitting all the right spots.

“Do you want more?” he asked, panting slightly.

You furrowed your brow in confusion, then gasped as he reached down to grab your ankles, throwing your legs up over his shoulders with his heavily tattooed arms. He kneeled overtop of you, dipping his cock down into your needy cunt.

“Fuck, Jeongin, this angle!” you cried out, hands flying up to sink your nails into the skin of his back.

He winced at the mix of pain and pleasure, picking up the tempo at the sensation. “Yeah, does that feel good, darling?”

You nodded feverishly, too overcome with ecstasy to describe it to him. “Yes, baby… I don’t think I’ll last much longer…” You dragged your nails down his back, scratching him up nice and good as if marking your territory.

“Me neither… wanna do it together?” he huffed with a suggestive smirk.

Your lips parted at the desire-inducing thought. “Oh Jeongin…”

Your hips began thrusting up to feel more of him, and he began pumping himself in and out of you over and over, gripping onto your calves to hold you down in place. You both hit your releases at the same time, just as he had predicted, crying out for each other and gripping onto one another for dear life.

He slipped out of you and grabbed a towel to clean the both of you off, then laid down next to you in a spooning position. He laughed to himself as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a delicate kiss to each butterfly behind your ear. “God, how did I get so lucky…”

[danddymaro]

Flattered | Vincent Sinclair x Reader

I watched it again lol. 

perhaps fluff, ( YK, as far as slashers can get with fluff)

Word count: 1483

Flattered

Your finger lightly petted the falling wax that gently ran down the long, white candle, toying with it betwixt your thumb and pointer before it cooled into a thin coat over them.

You released a little hum before using a nail to peel off the remains with ease, soon feeling just a bit happy with how soft your skin felt afterward.

 Though, the delight was short-lived.

- It usually was.

Boredom had you sitting here with a halfhearted gaze, wondering if you'd ever get out. 

The man that held you captive did nothing much but put himself to work, occasionally looking back at you to confirm that you were still there. 

As if you could go anywhere else but under his nose.

It made no sense as you didn't know where else you could go but sit, making you wonder why he did so, so often.

"I'm not going anywhere," you reminded him in a soft voice as you then lay back on the bed there. 

It was the only thing that had been saved from the touch of the melted substance he worked with, and you were grateful. You were surrounded by it.

"Can't," you mumbled before closing your eyes tiredly. 

Like hell you'd try anyways when his brother was lurking anywhere the masked one wasn't. 

'I'm better off here,' you inwardly mused.

If you were completely honest, you preferred being stuck with this man instead.

 At least he just kept you there at a distance, something the other one had trouble doing when you first got into town.

You didn't even want to think about what he would have done to you if Vincent hadn't intervened, pulling you to him with a sort of claim that had you conflicted.

Because you didn't know if being with him was going to be better or worse, luckily, things had gone pleasantly thus far. 

-You weren’t dead and that counted as a victory.

He didn't try and touch you, excluding the few moments his soft hands grazed your cheek, feeling the texture of your flesh to what you concluded was inspiration to his more innocent work. 

Gently his fingers trailed the line of your lower lip, and as you tried to follow the movement of the exploring digits, your eyes practically glowed at the act. 

He wasn’t stupid enough to think of it as anything other than utter interest, but even then he adored the look you possessed.

You quickly lost your initial cowering when you realized he wouldn’t draw lower than our jawline, or roam anywhere else other than your face.

So, you let him do as he pleased, occasionally voicing out little teases that got you little, flustered responses. 

‘Having fun?’ you questioned him while trying not to laugh to much at the way his movements would be interrupted by a sudden, minuscule jerk that would be akin to a stutter in someone’s voice.

You noticed the way his fingers would tremble, and for whatever reason it was ….cute.

For just a moment you opened your eyes again, a half-lidded look pointed to where he continued to run the warm metal utensil over little mistakes he’d made.

You blinked your eyes open wide before you suddenly turned your whole head, your face pointed to his direction, your entire body soon following the movement until you lay at your side, observing.

‘Is that what he’s been up to?’ you asked yourself, realizing how it made sense the amount of times he stared at you, studying.

"Is that me?" you asked with a touch of a smile, asking from where you now sat, your legs hanging off from the side of the bed. 

At the finishing details, you finally found yourself eased enough to ask just as he took a step back to give it a final once over.

Granted for the past few days, you hadn't talked , but the simple boredom of all those hours had you begging for some interaction.

At your question Vincent turned back to you and nodded slowly before looking down, shifting awkwardly. 

You watched as his hands toyed with the tool he held, and as you observed, you detected what was perhaps bashfulness. 

His lack of words made his body language much more exaggerated, that was for sure. 

But, of course, you didn't mind much.

"Can...um...can I get a better look?" you asked with a crooked smile, waiting for his response. 

His head shot up and he looked at you for a long minute before he nodded. 

You weren't sure why, but you felt a bit amused before you walked over to him and the wax figure, eyeing it as it was just at your height. 

Your hand went out to touch it before it retreated, and you looked up to the massive man, uncertain, 

 "Can I?" you asked, afraid to ruin his work.

Though, he nodded fiercely, the hand closest to him hesitating before it reached for yours, guiding it towards your replica's face. 

That's where you started, petting an eyebrow before skimming down it's chin. 

You then brought the hand to your own face, feeling the difference with awe. 

"It's amazing," you said while looking op to him, the single eye that stared you down holding appreciation. 

Though, you could hardly see it as it was hidden by the shadow of his mask and jet black strands that had framed his face. 

"You're really talented," you told him, flattered by the work, moreover appreciating that he had only used you as a muse and not the base for his sculpture. 

"I'm nowhere near your skill, but maybe I can sculpt you sometime, " you joked while looking the work over more.

He even caught the fabrics of your clothes right, making you softly sigh.

 It had only been a silly remark, because you doubted you could pull it off anyways, but he seemed elated. 

his hands both took your wrists captive as he turned you towards him, the act nearly tearing a scream out of you in frightened surprise. Other than the first time he’d practically tore you out of his brother’s brute grasp on you, it was the first time he’d used any real force.

 He lightly shook you as he bent down a bit, looking down with a tilted head, not speaking, but communicating with a nearly muted hum you found somewhat endearing. 

Quickly, your terror subsided as you took in his response.

"Ah, You like that idea?" you said with a short chuckle, and he nodded quickly, excited. 

"I'll take that as a yes," you said as you eased your wrists out of his grip, only doing so thanks to the dying pressure of his hands.

He'd never had anyone try and capture his likeness. 

Not even he bothered to do so.

 But you had offered, and it was something he didn't know he yearned for until he watched you try and mimic the steps he'd taken to create yours. 

You explained to him how you’d work on a much smaller scale, the figure no larger than six inches, giving you a small enough goal that didn’t require all of his precise touches.

He helped you start of, slowly guiding you with silent advise and little nudges you smiled at.

You were somewhat sloppy, and when you weren't, you were far too considerate, your pace careful, almost afraid of messing up. 

Soon after, he let you try your hand while he sat back and watched for hours, giving you the workspace needed to become familiar while he stayed out of the way. 

However, it didn't mean he sat back and did nothing, because he found the sight of you moving around his usual workspace to be charming as you copied many of his movements , even the unnecessary ones. 

It was cute watching you move around in his apron with no real direction. 

He’d help you out, but given how determined you were to do it on your own, he refrained from it after you pleaded with him on the first attempt.

Flattered was in no way near what he felt, because it was far greater. 

In his sketchbook he recorded the various faces of your process, the purse of your lips, the lines of frustration and consideration that decorated it too. 

-And especially your moments of little victories as you saw your efforts pay off.

Even the light smudges of dried wax you had dotted on your cheeks as you wiped them occasionally had been captured. 

He recorded it all on paper, and hoped that after he finished the moments, you thought of them as fascinating too. 

Gently his fingers ran down the slick wax that protected his face, realizing how warm he felt beneath the mask, his cheeks flushed with color that spread over his ears too. 

for a moment you looked back at him, his living muse smiling preciously. 

[luveternals]

paring: 4. simon 'ghost' riley x artist male reader. cw: introvert reader with low self-esteem, there's a waiter whose love language is food, ghost has selective mutism(tell me if I got anything wrong), swearing, the seafront location was originally inspired by Naples' Lungomare, Italy. <- posto da visitare assolutamente, guys. a/n: bam! they thought I was gone, but I ain't. Lol guess whose first language isn't English. anyway, new posts' schedule: still to be decided (check the my pinned post). ~ ~ ~

You've seen this trend around for a while and decide worse case scenario people get offended, call you a creep, and you won’t be able to show your face to the public ever again.

What could possibly go wrong?

Put on the brave face, man, you tell yourself taking in a fortifying breath. It’s not that they don’t know how much of a loser you already are.

Not wanting to be the stalking weirdo on the train or subway, you choose a nearby café. They know you here, at least. Though, you can’t decide if it’s for the better or worse.

The waiter is already setting up a tray on the counter when you open the door, and from the cheeky little wink he gives you, you know it’s for you. Noah knows your goto morning food and drink, though you never told him. He found out all on his own — honestly, you don’t even recall having a favorite to begin with.

“There he is,” he says and pushes the tray towards you when you stop at the counter, “precious little artist. Punctual as ever.”

You try to smile, but it pulls at your lips and you know it looks nothing but awkward. “How do you know I might change my order today?”

“Are you going to?”

You shrug.

“Thought so.” He pokes at the tray and points at your table, set way at the back of the café. “Now, this better not go cold, hmm,” he leans forward and squints at you, “I mean it.”

You huff at him and turn away with the tray in hand. “Whatever, mom.”

“Oh!” you hear him gasp offended, “kids these days.”

Idiot.

One thing is certain, being a loyal customer of theirs has its little perks. One being your usual table has an unspoken reservation on it. Every time you come here, it’s there for you. The fact that people don’t usually sit this far from the counter unless there’s no other option is an appreciated bonus. You place the tray on the table, set your bag on the empty chair next to yourself, and finally take a seat.

Unsure of how to start, you pick Noah as the first subject of your little experiment. He’s been nagging you about making a portrait of him for ages now, so you know for a fact he’s not going to mind.

You start your sketch with his beaming face. A circle for the shape of the head. A downward line at the center to keep everything spaced correctly. Find the position of eyes and nose. Shape of the face. Erase the lines you don’t need anymore.

You brush off the little eraser crumbs away and raise your head to check his face again. He’s turned away though, and your attention slides to the customer in front of him waiting for his turn.

He’s a hulking figure, dark wear and face mask covering mouth and nose. You’ve never seen him around before.

Noah's café is small and cozy, tucked away in a little corner. Tourists don’t really pick this as their first choice.

You move to draw on an empty part of the page.

-

“Oh ho! Looky here.”

You jerk and almost fall off the chair at the sudden presence peering over your shoulder. "Jesus, fu— what the hell is wrong with you?”

He steals the sketchbook and flips through the pages. “Love struck, aren’t we?” he snickers, inspecting the lastest drawings you’ve added to your collection.

You snatch the book back and fight the urge to check if anyone heard. “I thought I told you not to touch without permission.”

“I’m sorry,” he says and raises his hands before him, “I just… it’s been a while since I saw you draw so passionately, and I got curious. thought you lost your muse.” He glances down at the sketchbook and gives you a playful grin, “I guess you found a new one?”

-

“It’s been an eternity, are you ever going to talk to him?” Mr I-don’t-know-how-to-mind-my-own-business sets a second pastry you never ordered beside your empty plate and lean over to look at your current drawing.

“Can you, like, leave me alone?”

“You’re an artist,” he says with the flattest tone, “without me, who would keep you fed and hydrated and alive, you?”

You purse your lips and raise your chin to stare up at him. How dare he? You don’t need no one’s help to take care of yourself, thank you very much. It’s not like you forget time passes when you're drawing and end up with only breakfast in your belly all day. it happened, sure. Still.

“You know what, you’re being a real pain right now,” you say and stand intending to leave the café and head to the park or something.

Of course, your action is too abrupt and you end up bumping into someone who was making their way to a table near yours. And catastrophe happens.

When you turn, you realize the person you knocked into is the man you’ve been drawing these last days. Even worse, his eyes are locked onto your open sketchbook right on the spread littered with portraits and drawings of him.

Fuck.

Here comes the part where he thinks you're a weirdo and leaves the café with the intention of never coming back.

“Oh, hello!” Noah says and wiggles his fingers at the man with an overly cheery expression. “My friend here was just about to come and talk to you about these,” he says, gathering your drawings and shoving them into your arms, “he’s a little shy, so he needed a little push,” he adds, then shoves you towards the other man.

You stumble but recover quickly, and when you turn to glare at your friend he simply sends you a wink and mouths ‘don’t be a loser and ask him out’.

“He’s not even being subtle at it.” You don’t expect the man to talk to you at all, or to stay after that to begin with. There’s amusement in his voice and when you meet his gaze, you find a soft look in his eyes.

“Yeah,” you say, breathless. From this close up, his eye color catches your attention and you have to refrain yourself from leaning closer and finding out how it is that it seems to change from hazel-brown to blue and back. “Yeah,” you say again and drop your attention back to your things to stop yourself from staring, “he’s an idiot. But he's a good friend despite it all. He pretty much keeps me alive by shoving food into my face.”

-

Talking to Simon is not as awkward as you'd told yourself it'd be. He doesn’t judge you for all the drawings you did of him and instead compliments you on your skill. He does tease you, though.

“If I knew I was being stared at for so long I would have posed.”

“Shut up.”

“Need a model? I could do naked as well if you want.”

“Ugh.”

His laugh is contagious and you're helpless, so the teasing doesn’t stop.

-

Friendship with him is not the same as with Noah.

The waiter is a beaming ball of life, open and bold and buzzing with energy. You love him but, sometimes, spending time with him is quite exhausting. 

Simon on the other hand, he knows silence. 

He sits at your table, book in one hand and tea in the other, enjoying the simple company that is your presence despite not having said a word since the simple greeting you shared this morning.

Noah gives you a thumbs up from over Simon's shoulder.

-

“Why don't you just use a normal pencil for sketching?”

You peer up at him, hunched over the page. He's not even looking st you, but you know he's waiting for answer, curious and with real interest.

The first time he asked you a question, you've fumbled with your words unsure if he cared at all and if you'd scared him of with your chatter. Words aren't for you, but the longer you talk about the same thing on and on, you figure he doesn't mind and didn't ask just to have some awkward small talk. And so you blabber on about how it makes it easier to distinguish the first quick sketch with a color and the details you've added later with another.

He's eyes are pinned on you now, and you find you don't really mind being stared at like you thought you would.

-

“Ask him out.”

You haven’t even reached the counter and Noah is already at it. “Can you not?”

“Precious, I can see the love struck dreamy smile you give him from a mile away,” he says, adding a second steaming cup to your tray. “Introvert doesn’t mean allergic to people. You’re not the complete failure at socializing you imagine yourself being.” He pushes the tray towards you and leans against the counter. “youst case scenario, if he says 'no' I’ll go with you.”

You grimace. And then wide the look off your face when you register your reaction. “I mean— it's not that I don’t like you, it’s just that—”

“Wow, man. Wow,” he scoffs, “this is worse than when you left the sketch of my face half done.”

Oh, fuck. You forgot about that one?

“Whatever, man,” he says with a roll of his eyes, his lips twitch at the corners. “If he does say 'no', I'll buy you that kit you’ve been swooning over for the past month. Best quality color and all that.” He waves at you to move along, only to pull your tray closer to himself again and popping a tiny little pastry right in the middle. Then sends you off to your doom.

-

“I've been thinking,” you blurt out in response to his ‘mornin’’.

Simon pauses right about to take a seat, raises an eyebrow and finally settles down. “Have you, now?”

“Yeah,” you say and tap the end of your pencil against the table. “Yeah. Do you like the park? No, wait. Do you like going to the park with me— would you…” You take in a breath and raise your gaze to the ceiling, “really, now?”

After a long moment, you shift your attention back to him ready to try again. His eyes are shining, little wrinkles decorating the corner of his eyes.

The mask covers it, but you know for a fact that he's smiling.

You feel your cheeks going warmer and you have to fight the urge to backtrack and hide behind your sketchbook. “Do you wanna,” you say, “go to the park with me?”

-

It's an oddity to find him already seated, no tea in sight either. From the look Noah gives you, after a month of simon coming in every day, this is a novelty for him as well.

You bring your tray to the table and sit beside him without a comment, only a simple greeting and a gentle smile. You set a cup of tea before him, alongside one of the sweets Noah refused to take back when you told him it was probably too much food. He actually looked offended by the comment.

“It’s double the stuff he usually gives me, Simon,” you say when he tries to have you keep it, “just eat it. Or better, help me finish it all, I beg you.”

He stares at the food for a long moment, then visibly gives up on convincing you. He doesn't touch it though.

The tea goes ignored as well.

You purse your lips. Well, that won’t do.

“Say,” you start and tilt your head to catch his gaze, “do you wanna go out for a walk? There’s a place I wanted to show you.”

He watches your face, then shifts his attention around the café, on Noah and finally on the food he left untouched.

“I'll have Noah put everything in a bag. I know he won't mind.”

He hesitates, but nods.

You smile at him and beam when the gesture seems to lessen the tension on his shoulders.

You bring him to a local bookstore. Like with the café, this is a little business famous mostly in the neighborhood. It’s never overly crowded but there’s always a kid or two binging their current read.

You leave him to scan the shelves and move to do the same not far.

Hah! They’ve finally restocked the stationary corner. Hooray! You definitely don’t need another journal, but no one can stop you from staring at them with gut wrenching despair.

Would Simon like it if I bought him one?

At the thought you turn to search for him and find him already making his way to you with a new book in hand.

You've got the membership card here so you manage to convince him to let you pay. Both for his book and the journal you're holding.

-

You don’t know many places to visit, but those you are familiar with are the best for those who don’t care for ‘crowded’.

The seafront isn’t one of them but you hope the view will make up for it.

It’s a risky move, but you think you’ve grown close to him enough to know he's quite comfortable with being by himself, but sometimes silence isn't what he wants or needs.

Noah told you you’re a pretty good observant and that analyzing the world around you is what makes you an artist. So you hope he wasn’t making that up.

There's a little corner towards the end. Here the view is partially covered but when you check his face, you're glad to discover he doesn't seem to mind at all. He hasn't said a word at all since you met this morning, but his attention has been pinned on you all day even after the nonsense rant you've gone on about AI art. 

You pull out a thermos from the café’s cute, little bag and hand it to him like an hesitant offering. His tea has been kept safe and warm inside all morning, but you don't know if he'll accept it after earlier. 

His eyes soften and he takes the thermos with the same care you've handled it with, and holds it in both hands like he wants to keep it safe.

A spark of hope warms your insides, so you take out two pastries and hand one to him. "He's going to make me eat more tomorrow," you say and take a bite, as if to show him Noah does know how to bake — oh, yep, he really does. God. "And you haven't had breakfast yet. Please?"

It takes a moment, but eventually, he turns away from any unwanted gaze, moves his face mask out of the way, and brings the food to his mouth to take a bite.

It slow, delibeate and so very careful, but he's eating, and now you finally understand. How Noah cares so much about keeping you fed. 

~ ~ ~ a/n: I'm not entirely sure if I got it right. Here's what I was thinking: noah is there to keep the reader from neglecting himself; ghost is a new face at the café and with a little push they become friends; reader starts taking care of ghost end consequently takes care of himself. comment, reblog and/or follow. yadda, yadda, yadda, this blog feeds off feedback or it'll go boom! don't just like please...

[angstmongertina]

7KPP Week 2024: Day 1

So I said I wasn't going to finish this but I decided I needed to start getting in the habit of posting SOMETHING to kickstart my muse again, so here we are already late for day 1 of 7KPP Week 2024.

Technically, the prompt was Background (Remix) and this is perhaps a loose at best interpretation of this, but when @teaandinanity went "psychic MC who is actually aware of the other lives she's lived re: new game plus bonuses," my brain decided to latch onto it and work that into one of my existing characters, so now here we are. Thank you for the inspiration, Tea! ILY!

It's short, but still, to spare you my nonsense, the actual writing is under the cut!

It was a strange thing, the brief glimmers. The feelings of familiarity, the tingling sensations, the sudden visions that would flash before her eyes, vivid and intense and oddly, impossibly, comforting.

She knew better than to talk about them, now. She did once when she was a child, following in Constance's shadow as her sister led her away from the nursery. As they shuffled through the hallways, her feet dragging, tangled in clothes both too big and too rough against her skin, a flash of boisterous laughter and thick furs and pouting blue eyes, bright against a rough snowy mountainside, steadied her footsteps, until she fairly floated down the hidden staircase and through the servant's entrance into the city. The bright bursts of the fireworks shadowed the worry in Constance's eyes, but could not disguise the urgency in her voice, in the hand that gripped her arm, gentle but firm. Grave.

After all, imagine the shame of having an Arlish princess who was half-mad or worse, had been touched by witchcraft.

So instead, Princess Fidelity learned to hold her tongue, watching, knowing, as she grew, as tutors came and went, marveling over her knowledge of history (comfortable companionship and shared responsibility) and academics (nights spent poring over scrolls and tutors in a language at once both foreign and familiar) and politics (bargaining and machinations in a palace that gleamed like a jewel against golden sand), as she plotted with the memory of necessity and talked her way out of trouble with the finesse of handling two powerful crown siblings, as her beloved sister sailed off to the Summit, pale and docile and never to return, ensnared in the web of a brute of a man she has never met but knows she already loathes with the burning fire of multiple suns.

She learned to recognize backgrounds, languages, people, far more varied, more interesting than the parade of nobles through the castle. Honeyed flirtation and quick banter would help her draw attention, while a vague pitching under her feet hardened her spine. Sharp catlike grins approved of careful maneuvering and clever conclusions. Tall, stoic nobles and bright, grinning captains commended her wit, her command. She said nothing, but, in flashes and bursts, she knew them all, loved them all.

So when the king and queen held a banquet in her honor, she knew what was to come. Seven years had passed since her sister had set forward on her path. She would sail to Vail Isle. She would attend the next Summit. And she would do it well.

After all, it was time now to find out her story.

[kristenwell]

My Muse – Leo Valdez x Male!Apollo!Reader

(finals are over at last, Dobby is free 😭)

Part 2

Y/N looked at the sketch in his hands. As the son of the arts god he was naturally a very skilled artist. Lately only one person has been able to inspire him to draw: Leo Valdez.

The son of Hephaestus has managed to steal his heart even if he wasn’t the usual go-to crush for most people. Leo was short, scrawny, flirty and had an unusual sense of humor. Y/N couldn’t help but fall for the little rascal anyway.

The son of Apollo slowly finished his sketch of him. The drawing depicted him smiling with a hint of blush.

Just a few days ago his brother, Will Solace, caught him in the act. There was only so much privacy you can get while in your cabin.

Y/N felt a presence behind his shoulder but before he could close his sketchbook his older brother shoved his face in the drawing.

„I knew you have a crush on Leo but I had no idea it was this bad.“ Will shook his head and chuckled.

The younger male slammed his sketchbook shut with an embarassed look on his face. He pushed Will’s face away from his personal space.

„Would you stop grinning? I don’t like him like that, we’re just friends nothing more.“ He was aware that lying to him was futile. First, he’s a bad liar and second, the two brothers are way too close and both of them knew something was up.

Will raised his eyebrow and took a seat next to him.

„You should confess to him, you know? It’s really tiring watching you two simp for each other when you think no one’s looking. Give him the drawings, it would be romantic.“ He suggests.

„Uh, yeah and have him thinking I’m some sort of creep? Forget it.“ Y/N made his way over to his desktop and sighed. His brother was right, but confessing your feelings to your friend is easier said than done.

„I think he’s aware of that.“ Will let out a laugh. „but seriously, everyone knows you’re into each other besides you two.“

He noticed his little brother’s lack of answer.

„You’ll figure it out, bro, one way or another.“

Y/N shuddered at the memory, the last thing he needed was his nosy siblings‘ love advice (he loves them to death), if he wanted it he would’ve gone to the Aphrodite cabin.

He got up from his seat and started heading toward his cabin before a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

„Yo, wait up!“

He turned around just in time to see a certain short latino running his way. Leo stopped infront of him with a grin.

„Just the person I was looking for.“ He was slightly out of breath, seems he ran for a while before he reached him. His curly hair was messy and his clothes and face were stained with oil and dirt which fortunately failed to cover his pretty features.

„Looking for me? What do you need , Leo?“  Y/N observed the shorter male before him momentarily.

„I wanted to tell you that I’ve already fixed your bow that Will brought last night.“

„Did he now?“ The son of Apollo turned around to meet his brother’s devilish smirk. He had the audacity to smile innocently too. „of course he did.“

Y/N turned back to Leo and smiled at him awkwardly.

„Thank you, I don’t know what would I do without you.“ He chuckled nervously , he tried to think of something else to say but his brain was fried from Leo’s presence alone. So naturally he failed to catch his reply.

„-over to Bunker 9 when you’re finished, okay?“ He sent him a cute little smile.

Before Y/N could ask him he was already on his way to the Bunker.

In the evening

Leo was sitting at his table, his latest project has really been straining him. A sudden noise disrupted his concentration.

Swoosh

He turned around just in time to see a slip of paper near his door. He got up and approached it, picking it up. He examined the paper and turned it around: a very detailed portait of him.

Leo could feel his face heating up and a smile crept on his face. He went back to his table as he folded the drawing carefully.

Neither he nor Y/N were aware that they were now a part of a certain friend group’s plan to make them both confess.

[belaephemeral]

The night sky is coloured with you.

Pairing: Kaveh x Reader (gender neutral)

Author’s Note: A little oneshot to guide my favourite architect back home. Good luck pulling for him! <3

Inspired by Love Paint (every afternoon) - NU’EST (my POV Kaveh playlist).

Pressing a chaste kiss against the nape of his neck, you carefully pull and tug free the silky blond locks secured by the rouge ribbon in his hair. 

You pull away to catch him stir from his abrupt nap atop his work desk once again, murmuring nonsensical mutterings into his arms, which he’s propped his head up on, and snuggling into numerous large sheets of drawings and calculations beneath him. Surely, you hope he isn’t drooling onto the plans he’s worked so painstakingly hard on as he shows no signs of rousing from his beauty sleep nor do you have the heart to disturb his well-deserved cat nap. 

Slowly, you gather his curled form into your arms to carry him into his bedroom. Just as you tuck his head into your chest and secure your hold on his lithe frame, you steal a glimpse into the leather-bound notebook open and sprawled on the table. Little remarks and minuscule doodles line the margins of each page, making you chuckle briefly but your amusement bubbles into one of admiration. It happens as a gust of wind left open in the study room flips the book to a spread of graphite depictions of yourself. Your lips curled up and your heart swelled at the thought of how meticulous he was to get every plane and angle of your face just right or how much attention he truly pays attention to your features to capture the way your eyes wrinkle as you beam or the beauty mark you figured many haven’t noticed. 

To Kaveh, you’re his muse, his inspiration and his purpose. he dreams of capturing your beauty in every medium, style and art form. He wants to portray your tenacious character, your gorgeous features and your irresistible disposition, all endearing traits he adores you so much for. He aspires to paint his undying love into your being. Although, the latter is an issue for another night. At least in his dreams, he is able to do the same. Perhaps, when he isn’t too busy with his projects, he’ll turn those dreams into reality.

Planting your lips on the crown of his head, you step away from the graphite drawings and pages of proportions and measurements to exit the study room. You’re intent to bring him back to his room for some proper rest and back into your arms and embrace - back to a place where he’s safe and loved. A place that will always be there for him once he closes his eyes to the rising moon and opens his eyes to greet the morning sunrise. Unfailingly, you’ll always be there no matter what - because he’s everything you could have ever wanted and more. And you’ll protect that, protect him from anything that seeks to hurt him. As long as you’re here, by his side and in his arms, you won’t let anyone take him away from the life he deserves no matter what.

Because luck or not, fate has guided him to you. And who are you to deny the path destiny has carved for the both of you?

EXTRA:

A faint yip resounds throughout the room as it’s swiftly followed by a cacophony of pitter-pattering paws against cold tile floors. One by one, you watch astounded by the sudden barrage of beige and ochre fur leaping onto the bed and treading through the undulating plains of sage green blankets and pillows. Eventually, the three critters, who’ve slowly begun to invade your territory, knead the plush material underneath their forms before circling, and nestling into their designated sleeping spot.

You chuckle at their ministrations, playfully whispering “Hey, leave some space for me!” as they peacefully lay around the dozing blond. The three adorable desert foxes surround your beloved, as though guarding him as he descends into dreams and cuddling into his form for warmth during this chilly night in Sumeru City.

As you draw the covers over your body, you lean over to brush Kaveh’s locks back and place one last kiss against his temple. “Sweet dreams, my love. I’ll see you in the morning.”

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Weeks in Review (September 10-30, 2023)

I adore Godzilla Final Wars, but it's a movie with an identity crisis, unsure whether it wants to be headlining a Toho Champion Festival or mesmerizing American teenagers at a mid-aughts multiplex. @spacehunter-m's Final Wars 2004: The Year We Make Corn-Tack gives it a strong tug in the first direction, whittling the runtime down to 77 minutes and replacing most of the music and sound effects. She was inspired by Space Warriors 2000, of all things; as she put it, both films are "largely comprised of nonstop, monotonous action." As in that bizarro Ultraman compilation film, the kaiju trash-talk each other. It makes you wonder why Ryuhei Kitamura didn't at least bring back the speech bubbles from Godzilla vs. Gigan. Kaiju fan edits are rare, and this is in a class all by itself. Download it here.

Shigeru Kayama's novelizations of Godzilla (1954) and Godzilla Raids Again are out—hopefully the first of many to come. My copy only arrived on Saturday, so I haven't had the chance to read the whole thing yet, but I've made it through Godzilla. It's interesting to see Kayama, who wrote the initial treatment, take another swing at the story after the film was finished. He puts back moments like Godzilla eating a cow and attacking a lighthouse, and is also more overt with the wartime allusions. There's an incredible moment where Dr. Yamane muses that studying Godzilla and learning his secrets could be Japan's way of redeeming itself after "caus[ing] a great deal of trouble to people throughout the world." Note that these are novella-length, so much less in-depth than the novelizations of American Godzilla films you might be used to (Godzilla Raids Again is less than 80 pages). The book ends with an afterword by translator Jeffrey Angles contextualizing the tales.

Godzilla: War for Humanity continues to be a standout IDW miniseries. There's a new and very weird monster in the second issue, plus a no-nonsense Mothra (she tries to recruit Godzilla to fight Zoospora by shooting him in the back of the head and dragging him into the ocean in front of Minilla).

I've also got to mention the solicitation for another Godzilla Rivals installment, due December 20. Nola Pfau is writing, Megan Huang is illustrating.

Jen Onça is not excited to start her new, fast-paced fast-food career at Minilla Burger, but she'd much prefer a mundane day to the sudden return of Megalon! The monster brings destruction, trapping Jen in a forgotten lab deep beneath the restaurant with only the half-built form of Jet Jaguar to help her get out! She must repair the robotic defender to save herself and the city, but first she needs to escape the rubble trapping her in this tense adventure!

Yuzo the Biggest Battle in Tokyo, Yoshikazu Ishii's follow-up to Attack of the Giant Teacher, has also been picked up by SRS Cinema. No release details yet. I can't really speak to the film either, since it screened at the same time as Yumiko Shaku's panel at G-Fest, but as you can see from the poster, it's set during the pandemic.

The GAMERA -Rebirth- Gyaos has joined Godzilla Battle Line as an unusual sort of swarm unit. Your first summon of the match calls forth two sub-adults, and by the fifth summon you're sending out two sub-adults and three adults, still for four energy. They're probably the best swarm in the game, though still highly vulnerable to AOE units like Godzilla '01. I'm having fun with them in the Challenge Battles.

Notzilla, one of the sharpest kaiju comedies out there, is unexpectedly getting the graphic novel treatment. Mitch Teemley is adapting his own screenplay, with art by Zumart Putra. The comic is already finished, although I'm not clear on how folks who didn't back the Kickstarter (which wrapped on September 11) will get it. Useless trivia: the terrific cover above (one of four) is by Ben Dunn, who wrote the How to Draw Manga book I poured over in middle school.

After Troll shattered Netflix streaming records (according to Netflix), it's not super surprising that the company wants a sequel. Priority one: coming up with a title that's not Troll 2. Screenwriter Espen Aukan and director Roar Uthaug will both return.

Toy highlights of the past few weeks:

After confusing everyone by teasing its silhouette the day before April Fools', Tamashii has fully unveiled an S.H.Monsterarts Godzilla '72, a rare Showa figure from the line. It comes with two heads, one of them bloodied (see above). Due at the end of February.

After finally running out of ways to repaint their mold of Hedorah's Perfect Stage, Bandai is making a Movie Monster Series figure of the kaiju's Landing Stage. A Godzilla Store exclusive, it'll be released October 25.

After over two years, Funko is releasing a trio of Godzilla Singular Point Pops. Hopefully they go all-out with this show—it's not like there's any other plausible way for a Satomi Kanahara figure to exist.

[ravencincaide]

Live a little

Summary: Dazai and Chuuya were dead set on attending your coming of age ceremony, even if they had to drag you there personally. Or the time you were forced to play your age. 

Pairing: Dazai x fem! reader x Chuuya 

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 4: Non-sexual age play

Warning: Suicide attempt, cursing, 

Enjoy~

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Falling. 

You could feel the icy wind prick at your bare skin. Could hear the soothing swooshing gently hum in your ears as your body fell further and further from the bridge. Your eyes locked onto the figure sitting on the edge, his hands dropping to his side after having pushed you. You couldn’t see his expression, blurry from the wind and distance. But you could guess it was a mixture of envy, a bit of sadness and guilt hidden behind a happy carefree grin. 

Ice cold. 

Your hands were limp by your side and only your feet seemed surprised at the sudden loss of ground. Your lips were parted, the end of the conversation on the tip of your tongue that never made it out. You didn’t scream, you didn't yell or and didn’t even scold him for the stunt, a part of you not even fully registering that you might be falling to your death. It was hard to say whether it was your depression and the hopeful thought that your suffering may be over or if it was the seemingly naive belief that despite your fall you wouldn't actually die. Simply because they wouldn’t let you. 

Water. 

You could feel the way the wind turned icier moments before your back made contact with the surface of the lake. The sound was deafening; like it was announcing to the whole world your desire to depart it. You could feel it eveloping you like an icy hug that made you gasp, drawing in a mouthful of water. Whoever said dying by falling off a bridge was peaceful was an idiot. 

As you sank lower you could see the ripples from the water settling, revealing the image of your favorite mafiaso standing at the edge. His hat and the orange hair was a dead giveaway. It made you smile despite yourself, Chuuya. Your sweetheart. It was such a shame he came. 

You watched him crouch down at the edge of the lake, legs tense. You could hear a cry through the water; he was calling your name. You knew Chuuya would not let you die. If it were up to him he’d make you some kind of eternal deity he’d keep locked up in his room until he’d find a way to create some meaning for you. The way he did with Dazai.  It made you close your eyes for a moment, salvaging the burning in your lungs for a few seconds longer; the gentle hum of nothingness in your head and the sweet allure of a painless death if only you’d stay a little bit longer.

If dying by drowning was peaceful than coming back from it was anything but. You were not intending to let things go so far. Not this morning.

Reluctantly you twisted your body until you were right side up before you forced your legs to kick. Your heavy arms moving above your head pushing the water away from yourself. When you broke the surface you took a deep breath, satisfying your body’s craving. You heard a sigh of relief and flickered your eyes towards Chuuya, who had stood up and was looking down at you with a deep frown on his face. Beside him stood Dazai, significantly more happy looking. And then there was you; drenched, cold and still alive sharing more resemblance with a wet dog than a mafiaso girlfriend.  

Before you could muse on that fact for a moment longer, Dazai clapped his hands in mock glee. 

“ Now that we have gotten your suicide attempt out of the way, Donna which do you prefer?” Dazai asked almost too cheerfully holding up two hangers, an outfit in each; one was a brightly coloured Kimono you couldn’t fully see the design and the second was a much more western attire of a white shirt with lace sleeves, and a pair of black booty shorts with chains and combat boots.

“ Neither” you squealed out, wrapping your arms almost protectively over your chest. “ Both are ridiculous!” 

“ Just as ridiculous as jumping off the bridge,” Chuuya muttered, lighting himself a smoke. Some days he was done with your bullshit before the day had even begun. 

“ Hey!” you called your eyes flickering to Dazai ready to point out that you hadn’t necessarily jumped- the rack of bandages had thrown you off mid conversation. “ Never mind, you wouldn’t understand.” 

“ Then enlighten me damn it” Chuuya growled. When you didn’t answer he took another deep drag of the smoke, holding his breath for a moment before breathing it out. He appeared calmer. “ If you’ve decided to not die today then the least you should do is live a little. Pick an outfit sweetheart before I come over there and dress you myself.” 

You were wrong about him being calmer. And the fact that he and Dazai were in agreement about something made you very very afraid. “ But i’m not a little kid anymore” you argued weakly “ Besides neither you nor Dazai went to your ceremony, why do I need to go to mine?”

“ Then pretend you’re a kid damn it and get your ass dressed, Y/N, Right now. “ Was all the reply you got, along with a pair of bright red eyes and several rocks inching their way off the ground in warning. Chuuya was threatening to fulfill his earlier comment of dressing you himself. A few steps behind Chuuya, Dazai was grinning a little too happily knowing he used the least amount of effort possible to get you in the outfits he picked AND manage to annoy Chuuya in the process. 

It never ceases to amaze you how easily he played you both. 

After you waddled out of the lake you made your way towards Dazai, grabbed the hanger he held out to you before heading back towards the house the three of you rented for the week. The two of them followed a few steps behind not saying much, like prison guards making sure you wouldn’t commit a prison break. 

“ How am I supposed to get ready anyway?” you asked as you held out the kimono a distance away from yourself, making sure not to drip any of the lakewater onto it. “ It’s not exactly a one-person procedure when it comes to traditional clothing.” 

“ Don’t you worry your pretty head about that, Belladonna I’ve taken care of it” Dazai practically bounced ahead of you, opening the door to reveal two asakusa Geisha standing in the living room. “ Ta-da!” 

You groaned as the two girls giggled before they approached you. Like the skillful dancers they were, they circled you in a graceful fashion before pulling you towards the stairs. Their movements resemble the flutter of butterfly wings. “ Second door on the left” Dazai called out as they ushed you towards said room. The last thing you heard was Chuuya’s “ Try to have fun sweetheart” before the door closed behind you three. Then their gentle hands began tugging on you; your soaking clothes, then your hair, twisting and turning you towards the bathroom then getting you clean despite your protests. Soft hands patting your skin dry then applying creams and lotions before they began the tedious process of wrapping you up in the underlayers of the kimono. As they were getting you ready you learned that the attire you were being restrained into was not just any kimono, but a furisode which, aside from its intricate design and tradition to be extremely tight to the body, also had the addition of long sleeves. As if that wasn’t a tripping hazard enough, it was to be worn with Zori sandals which ensured you could maximum take microscopic steps at a time. 

A proper woman, the Geisha reminded you, did not need to run or rush anywhere.  

When they finally finished wrapping you up in the layers of cloth and silk,  it was time for hair and make up. The girls working in unison, babbling or singing as means to try and entertain you and lighten the sour look on your face. They were doing their absolute best to make you look stunning. Aside from their gentle, serene voices you could hear yelling downstairs, Mackerel, dog, dirty and bastard thrown back and forths. What the point of the argument actually was you couldn’t make out but for a moment you were actually glad to be inside this room rather than outside dealing with whatever mischief the two executives were up to.

Another hour and the girls were ready with you and helped you back downstairs towards the living room to where the two Mafia were nursing a drink each which they put aside the moment you appeared. Dazai was the first to approach you. 

“ You’re stunning Belladonna, I could just-” Dazai’s lips were hovering above yours in seconds, a dark wild look in his eyes which tinted your pale cheeks a dusty pink in anticipation. 

“ Slimy mackerel!” You heard Chuuya call out before he grabbed Dazai by the back of the neck and pulled him off you in one rough motion. Almost making you stumble in the process.  Your look of surprise was soon replaced with one of disappointment; 

“ What? Not even a kiss?” 

“ Not unless you want to smear that make up, lets go” Chuuya grabbed your hand and led you, at your pace, to the car where he helped you get in. You tried not to let it get to you how much colder he was than usual. You barely managed to get settled in the car before Chuuya pulled out of the driveway, with Dazai half hanging out of the shotgun window calling incoherent sweetness to the two laughing Geisha. For once you could understand him though, those Geisha were really pretty.  

The drive towards your coming-of-age ceremony which in Tokyo was held at Tokyo Disneypark was rather uneventful. Music blasting from the speakers and Dazai falsely singing to words he couldn’t know or understand. Chuuya was throwing insults at him, telling him to shut up or how annoying he was. Neither gave you much attention, giving you a chance to steady your nerves. At least until you pulled closer to your destination. Then Dazai decided to play twenty questions about the different areas in Tokyo, asking whether you knew the place he was pointing out and and what you did there when you were growing up. The time ticked by faster this way, until you pulled up behind a long row of cars heading into Tokyo Disney. How you found a parking spot there was beyond you, but you had arrived along with hundreds of other Japanese youths and their closest friends and family. Giggling, screaming, yelling. The sight made a wave of anger course through you. They were acting like children!  

“ Just look at them!” you muttered, staring at a group of girls posing while making signs with their fingers “ There’s no way any one of them is as happy or comfortable as they’re trying to make it out to be.”

“ And you know what? That's exactly how you’ll be acting today, Sweetheart” Chuuya declared, pulling you to him as Dazai jumped up in front of you two with a raised camera yelling ‘cheese’. You blinked as the flash from the camera blinded you before you were quick to plaster a smile on your face after a threatening look from them both. Them agreeing on anything without a fight terrified you enough not to argue back with their decision, even if it meant you needed to smile like an idiot and act like a teenager for the rest of the day. 

Fake or not. 

As you approached the long lines, a tired attendant checked your invitation quickly before letting the three of you pass, directing you towards the stage in front of which hundreds of plastic chairs were placed. You found a place for three people and sat down, relieved to be off your feet. Chuuya and Dazai sat on either side of you, one sitting patiently leaned back against the chair, hat pulled down over his eyes while you waited, his fingers playing with your hand in his lap. Then there was Dazai who’s eyes flickered between the bright colours of the Disney World to the hundreds of young women surrounding him. His eyes lingered especially long on those who chose a more western attire, revealing significantly more skin than traditional Japanese wear. You sighed despite yourself turning your attention to Chuuya. 

“ Do we have to stay?” You mumbled to him “ Dazai’s attention has already wavered, surely you can’t think it's fun to sit and listen to a bunch of officials and other figures, among a bunch of teenagers who barely know how to wipe their own snot!” 

Chuuya didn’t pull his hat up as he spoke,“ Sweetheart, you’ll appreciate this when you’re older” he stated before continuing the next sentence almost as an afterthought “ Not many in Port Mafia experience this, so just think of it as a mission okay?” 

“ There’s a reason for it. Come on, we both know that I don’t need a ceremony to tell me ‘I’m an adult now’ and that it’s now ‘okay to drink’  or- yeah I’ve already seen all there is to it.” You concluded deciding not to bring up the liters of blood staining your hands. 

“ I can think of a thing or two you still haven’t, Sweetheart” he flashed you a grin before turning his attention towards the stage. 

You frowned trying to think what he was getting at. When nothing came to mind you began wondering if this trip was more an excuse to take some time away from Yokohama. Before you could ask him about it, people around you began clapping as the first speaker made their way onto the stage with an inspirational and congratulatory speech, welcoming all the children on their coming-of-age ceremony; which cemented their status as adults and the future of Japan.

Despite your negative attitude towards the entire thing, even you felt a little bit inspired as more and more speakers talked. The fact that Dazai and Chuuya remained silent and focused the entire time, holding your hands between their own, indicated that this was in the very least interesting for them too. As you sat there quietly in a sea of youths with their parents and families, you couldn’t help but wonder how the two mafioso’s felt about all this. Were they sad that a huge part of their childhood was robbed away from them to the point they prioritized work; killing and sinning instead of partying, studying and stressing over entrance exams for university- something that felt so meaningless in your line of work? Were they reminiscing about what could have been? And was that why they were so determined you wouldn’t miss yours? Or did they use your ceremony as an excuse to catch up on together-time?

Something told you it was a little bit of all that. 

You sighed in relief when the last speaker got off the stage several hours later. You were stiff and tired, ready to call it a day. Yet the second your sandal clad feet touched the ground Dazai was already bouncing ahead of you. “ Ehh Y/N over here, you can high-five Donald Duck!” Dazai yelled, pulling you along with him, nearly having you fall over several times while trying to keep up.

After Donald Duck gave you a high five, Chuuya appeared beside you with a Minie hanging off his neck and a Mickey eveloping you in a hug while Dazai took a ton of pictures before jumping in to take selfies with Minie who, almost comically picked him up and spun him around like a doll. The act made you laugh a little, almost missing the high five Chuuya gave to Mickey which hid a bunch of cash in his hand. Then he dragged you away towards game stalls, ignoring Dazai’s comical cry for help. 

When Dazai finally caught up with you, he was less than pleased. Yelling about beating Chuuya’s ass before you started playing the games. As the day progressed the fake smile you plastered for the sake of your loves slowly turned into a real ones; the laugh you gave when Chuuya won against Dazai in a shooting game was real, just as much as the confident smirk you gave the two when you scored more points than either of them at basketball shooting game. Then having Dazai teasingly poke fun at you after you repeatedly lost at Super Ball Scooping without getting a single ball, before having to eat his own words when he did not fare much better. On the other hand Dazai completely annihilated you and Chuuya in bean bag toss and later rope ladder climbing- which you didn’t attempt in your current attire. Chuuya on the other hand set a new record for whack-a- mole.

It looked like he had some frustration to release. 

After a few more hours you grabbed a bite to eat, varying between western festival food and traditional japanese. By then the sun was setting and the last warm rays were fading away. The chilly breeze felt cold in your Kimono, especially as you three picked a standing spot against the railes, overlooking the theme park. Seeing you shiver, Chuuya wrapped his coat around you, earning himself a grateful smile in return before you went back to slowly eating your food. You didn’t attempt to give him a kiss, since both of them completely refused any romantic gestures aside from hand holding. 

While you were out playing many of Disney world games you hadn’t thought much about it, now however your mind was twisting this unusual behavior into all sorts of scenarios. The key one filled you with a sense of melancholy; like this was their way of saying goodbye. 

The sentiment remained as the first fireworks lit the dark sky up in shimmers of gold and silver, followed by flowers of purple and red that pulsed to the rhythm of the music. Staring at the fireworks you felt like your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. Your head rested on Dazai’s shoulder, while you held Chuuya’s hand tightly in your own. You were intending to salvage this precious moment, like the calm before a storm. As the final firework lit up the sky and faded away you let out a sigh. People clapped for a few minutes, some shouted ‘encore’ before eventually the crowds began leaving. Still you stayed in your spot, leaning against the rail. 

“ It’s a shame it's time to head back” you mumbled knowing the park would close soon and with it, drawing this little game you played to an end. The thought made you slightly sad. Maybe it was not too bad to be a teenager sometimes.

Hearing you speak they both nodded wordlessly and untangled themselves from you, before beginning to head back the way you came. They paused only when they noticed you weren’t trailing behind them. Instead you were salvaging the sight of Disney World and its magic for a moment longer before you turned to face them with an honest smile radiating on your lips;  “ But I have to admit you two were right, it was a pretty amazing day so- thank you” you folded your hands in front of yourself and bowed as lowly as the kimono would let you, showing your deepest gratitude in true polite Japanese fashion. 

Before you could raise your head however, you felt Chuuyas gloved hand grip your right wrist and Dazai’s cold fingers on your left one. Then with a single tug, they pulled you forward, tipping you off your balance until you crashed into them. There they held you, their hands gripping you much tighter than usual.  

“ Oh Belladonna,” you could practically hear Dazai’s smirk in his voice, a silky sweet purr which he never used on you. His hot breath right above your ear “ Now that you’re officially an adult, it’s time we show you some real adult entertainment.”  

You looked up surprised, before turning your questioning look towards Chuuya. Nearly missing the mischievous expression on his face seconds before he closed the distance between your lips. For the first time that day, he was kissing you like the adult you've become. 

[kingspacebar]

Is there any particular artist, show, game, or movie that inspired ur art style? It’s so pretty ^^

I have so many!!! I definitely can't name every single one but heres a few that have been extremely influential to me!! This took me 2 hours to write i am SO sorry lmao

Puyo Puyo (Specifially Fever, Quest, and Tetris)

CUTESY BRIGHT BRIGHT COLORS!!!!!! Thats everything I love!!!!!! I'm pretty sure I talked about this when I first got into puyo puyo but I for SURE instantly decided that yep Im steering my style in this direction sorryyyyyy!!! I just think its so fun and silly and cute and rahhh it makes me so happy.

Especially for the work I do most often, which is character portraits without backgrounds, I will often look at puyo puyo posing just to get ideas!! (I've drawn Arle's dumbfounded pose 100000000 times becus I love it so much). The puyo puyo anatomy has very noodly arms and legs but with big ass shoes and accessories which is probably my favorite design thing in the world....

I seriously recommend just looking through the Puyo Puyo Nexus wiki for pose ideas (if you want something cute/silly of course) because every single one is just perfect. I am trying to get out of some dumb art habits of my own right now, but hopefully in the future you'll be able to see more goofy poses with sillier effects :3

Muse Dash Again I want you to look at the COLORS. Its so bright and this time you can really tell where I took my shading style from. I dont want my shadows to be dark I want them to be PINK or PURPLE. thank you. For my own art, I really try to make it so the darkest "black" is actually a deep purple or blue, and as I keep making art that dark color keeps getting just a bit lighter haha...

This is also the reason I color my lineart the way I do. I just really want to add as many colors as possible into the image. And if the image looks a bit more pink after that then thats just an extra perk!!

I also need to bring up the animation because they're just so bouncy and alive!!! This is like an instant stunlock for me, I have to look at them, theyre so BOUNCYYY!!!!!! I don't do much animation but every other week I get the sudden urge to try tweening again just to eventually get to the point I can make something similar to these for my own ocs lol

Great Pretender This show has some of the most gorgeous art ive ever seen. All the backgrounds are so bright and colorful. I dont usually draw art with backgrounds anymore sadly, but when I used to I really tried to study these for them. And I hope in the future I can make more art and show how far I've come.

Though I;ve changed to a more chibi style in recent times (thanks puyo puyo), this was still one of the first times I had ever watched a show and said "Oh my god I love this artstyle I need to get better at art" and Its always in my mind for that reason.

Ive definitely stolen lots of elements from the style. Though they've gotten more subtle over the years. I dont really know how to describe it any further but I hope you understand what I mean by looking at these screenshots,,,