#this is what ive been doing!!!!!!!!! eeeeeping!!!!

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Okay okay i know i said the last request was the last request buuuuut🥺🥺🥺❤❤😳 like...... first of all i am obsessed with that series u tagged me in! Omw i am halfway through and grinning like a fool! Freaken eeeeep😳❤❤❤☺☺ Nemo darling u made my sparkle friday not only sparkle but shine!❤❤❤🌈🥺🥺 and that lil theo fic u released ❤❤❤❤🌈😳😳 Freaken swoooooons❤❤☺ hehehe like omw😳😳😳 anyways! Looks like i got carried away☺ //debates whether to carry on with original plan or not🤔🤔

Hehehe yolo here we go

Could i pretty please with sprinkles ontop

Request a fic featuring Theo van Gogh

The fics ive read have inspired

An ask i hope will transpire

Hehe okay ill stop lolol darling nemo could i pretty please request a lil fic with my darling theo❤☺ reciting some poetry hehehe i love how they just glanced over this in his route but like omw how freaken sweet and cute❤❤❤😳😳😳😳😳😳😳☺🥺 prefect man i swear!❤❤❤😳🥺

Love u lots dear! Hope u are taking care of yourself! Folding all the origami! Taking plenty of breaks and eating all the candy hehehe🥺❤❤🍨🍨🍨🍨🍨

DUTCH POETRY? Dutch poetry. I’m glad that you liked the series! I haven’t been able to sit down yet and read it, but the synopsis was really promising! 🥺🥺🥺

Hahaha, Theo would love you for the poetry! (●♡∀♡) And I adore you for always leaving me nice messages and giving me inspiration! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

Stay sparkly Zeta-dearest and I shall take all the rest I need knowing that I can be at peace with a darling like you around! (*＾3＾)/～♡

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Theodor(k)us van Gogh

Prompt: Will I ever stop calling Theo, Theodorkus? Never. But the poem here is called ‘Zie je ik hou van je’ by Herman Gorter who was part of a literary/arts revolution in the Netherlands back around the time that Theo would have been alive. I like to think that Ikevamp’s Theo would approve of the man. 

That Theo was a lover of poetry was no secret other than it being an underrated fact. The framework of literature, he had called it, for it was poetry that spoke a thousand thoughts in a single word, and painted the pictures with even less. It was poetry in its earliest forms that brought forth the writers' hand and and nurtured an artists’ soul. And with the new development coming from his homeland, with the new thought developing that moved away from the old purpose of religion, Theo was all the more eager to follow and support. 

And his favourites were, as you had guessed, romantic ones. Those that described love to him, for Theo had so much of it to give. Though he hid it well, teasing with that mocking smile of his and his little endearments hidden and translated into insulting names. It made you all the more eager to ask him for a recital. For serenading he was unlikely to do, but reciting was just a question away, a request from you to him. 

When you asked Theo for a love poem the man had hesitated little, his hands clasping around your face as he pulled you closer. A twinge of mischief could be read in his face. But there was affection mostly when he held you in his gaze, thumbs running over your cheekbones as if he was about to pinch, smiling wider at the flush that built up underneath his fingers. 

[Zie je ik hou van je, (See I love you)

ik vin’ je zo lief en zo licht - (I find you so dear and so bright -)

je ogen zijn zo vol licht, (your eyes are so full of light,)

ik hou van je, ik hou van je. (I love you, I love you.)]

The words were straightforward, though still a little foreign in your ears. But it was the tone in which he whispered these words that told all of what you should know and understand about how he felt. His cool blue eyes were warm, shimmering in all what he held for you, never allowing you to escape his gaze. And as he continued he leaned in, reciting the next passage as his lips fluttered over your nose, your lips and then to your hair, in that order, the words fluttering after; 

[En je neus en je mond en je haar (And your nose and your mouth and your hair)

en je ogen en je hals waar (and your eyes and your neck where)

je kraagje zit en je oor (your collar is and your ear)

met je haar er voor. (covered by your hair.]

Your eyes were not forgotten before Theo's head dipped and he parted his lips, fangs grazing over your neck. It earned a strangled noise from you whose body responded to the promise of pleasure if he just sunk in his teeth. He didn't bite, however. Instead he moved over to your ear and kissed its shell. Deft fingers followed as he pulled out a strand of your hair and kissed that as well before returning to the spot beneath your ear, mumbling the words that belonged to the poem. 

You didn't need a serenade, or even a translation to know what the Dutchman said or felt. Not when Theo was carving every word into your skin, every move of his lips and hush of whisper followed with another fervent kiss. A confession of his love on repeat was what followed as he captured you in his arms, not intending to depart from you, or the couch on which you sat. 

[Zie je ik wou graag zijn (See I wish to be)

jou, maar het kan niet zijn, (you, but cannot be)

het licht is om je, je bent (the light surrounds you, you are)

nu toch wat je eenmaal bent. (who you are meant to be)]

[O ja, ik hou van je, (Oh yes, I love you)

ik hou zo vrees'lijk van je, (I love you so much)

ik wou het helemaal zeggen - (I wish I could say is all -)

Maar ik kan het toch niet zeggen. (but I cannot say it)]

[completeotometrash]

Stressed Out (Ikesen Kenshin)

@nad-zeta asked: Hi hi love! Eeeeep! Its been a while since ive spammed ya box🥺🥺❤❤ hehehe! I see your requests are open so i just had to jump! Low key been feeling super down lately and crushed by all the work that needs to get done....... so here i am to ask for some fluff and bunnies to ease the soul❤❤❤❤❤ hehehe could i pretty please request a mc x kenshin comfort fic🥺🥺🥺 lol one where mc has been over working to the max and needs a little break❤❤😳🥺🥺 hehehe if ya need anymore detail or inspiration feel free to dm me😳😳☺☺

Love ya lots! Sending hugs!❤

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Ah, Zeta! I love seeing you in my askbox so much <3<3<3. You’re the cutest. I hope you are doing ok??? You better not work yourself too hard or I’ll come over there and suffocate you with my love. D: Or perhaps I will anyways, it’s quite tempting.

Anyways, this came much softer then I intended. But I must say, I’m quite happy with it ^^. Bunny boy fluff onw~!

Word count: 1.4/5k

TW: None

Reader has she/her pronouns

Tired.

Kenshin had noticed the dark circles under her eyes, the way she began tying up her hair more instead of combing it, not changing as often. He watched as the smile on her face changed to only a meek grin, how the light in her eyes seemed to crease. Her energy was draining on the daily, her bones seemingly heavy like weights by the way she walks. He looks outside, watching as the sun begins to descend from the horizon.

To tell the truth, she had not been feeling like herself lately. There was so much to do after she properly moved to Kasugama. She had become more well-known and offered to complete more sewing commissions. It seemed as if there was never any time, and if there was, it would quickly slip from her fingers. She would find herself not wanting to get out of bed in the mornings, let alone put on a fake smile for other’s pleasure. Her eyes skim across the velvety fabric in her hands, dropping it with a defeated grunt.

Setting her needle to the side, she rubs her forehead, dragging her hand down to rub her eyes. The weight of everything was beginning to crush her, it was suffocating. She was slowly losing the passion and inspiration she once felt when making clothing. Trying to find the fun in something when it becomes overwhelmingly urgent is nearly impossible.

She had not even noticed the sound of the door opening behind her, or the footsteps that followed. Shakily she inhales, head drooping downward. Her throat is dry, her hands began to shake from the tension in them. Everything had begun to crumble out of control.

When a strong pair of arms wrap around her shoulders, she gasps with surprise. Her heart races in her chest, threatening to explode. A familiar hand traces her arm gently, bringing her a slight sense of relief. Hot breath tickles the sensitive skin on her neck, lips pressing there.

“You need a break. The sun is coming down and you’ve been working since this morning.”

Kenshin’s voice is sultry, deep. It holds so much intensity that she almost melts into her chair. She wants to lean into his touch, let him take her away so that she never sees a needle again. But her actions differ from her thoughts. Straightening her posture, she cringes at an error she notices she made in her stitching. “I will later, I messed up here; the thread will be visible when wearing if I don’t fix it.”

She can feel his glare even without seeing him. His displeasure radiates off his body in an almost radioactive way. “The stitching can be done at another time, come with me.” His command makes her grimace.

“But it can’t… I promised that it would be done by tomorrow and they’re paying me for it. If I cancel now, what does that say about me as a person? I want them to buy my clothes more in the future, they are nice people. I only need a few more hours and I’ll be finished.” She lifts her needle yet again, pulling out her previous stitches from before. She had previously decided that she wanted to start making money for herself instead of just lending some off of Kenshin is she would be living in the Sengoku.

Standing up straight himself, he turns and looks around the room. Multiple different kimonos hang around them, each made by her with high amounts of precision and skill. It had been so long since they’d been intimate with one another, this was the most he’d even talked to her all day. He kneels at her side, paying attention to her hands.

He of all people knows what it’s like to consume yourself with something. For many years, his entire life was revolved around war and training. Nothing else mattered to him. At the time it seemed ideal, but looking back at it, he knows it was all just pure misery. An unhealthy way he chose to cope.

The woman he loves needs help- it became clear to Kenshin that it was his turn to do so.

He takes her palm in his own, clasping it gently with his calloused fingers. He notices how red hers have become. He rubs them gently, and she doesn’t stop him. She feels as if she cannot, for, the relaxation that encases her body is too much to deny.

She’s missed his touch; it’s been far too long.

Without saying anything, he takes the things from her lap, setting it to the side. She cranes her neck around in circles, closing her eyes. In an instant, strong arms are reaching out from under her, lifting and pulling her against his chest. She feels a tinge of guilt for giving in, but the ever-growing exhaustion triumphs all. She wraps her arms around his neck loosely, letting him take her away.

He sets her down in a chair, and she can hear him begin to pour water into a tub. Her eyes open and watch. “Oh, Kenshin, you don’t have to-”

“I want to.”

Her eyes begin to water as he helps her slip out of her clothes. She gets in the tub, letting the water sooth her tense muscles. Kenshin joins her shortly after, pulling her close to him. They sit there in silence for a while, he washes her thoroughly, wiping away all the stress he can. His hands soothingly glide against her neck, back, and anywhere else he senses even the slightest discomfort.

And finally, she presses a kiss to her temple, resting his head against her shoulder. “What’s been going on?” His question is clear, voice deep as he whispers in her ear. She didn’t know how, but it was as if everything began pouring out of her in that moment. She could feel the hot tears stream down her cheeks, ones he wiped away with the gentlest of touches known to man as she began to explain everything.

She told him about the pressure she feels and the guilt that lingers when she thinks of disappointing everyone. How she’s started to become repulsed by the thought of sewing, and that waking up and getting out of bed has become a difficult task. At one point, her gentle cries became full on sobs, her body shaking more and more.

Kenshin only pulls her close, listening to everything she needed to say before speaking himself.

“I love you with all of my heart, ___. I’d die for you. I need you to know that you do not need to work yourself so hard to make yourself useful. You are perfect, and if anyone ever makes you feel any different, then I will need their name so that I can kill them.” The seriousness in his last statement makes her shiver.

He continues, “Please do not overwork yourself. We will get through this, together. I don’t want you being so stressed out. You deserve a break, and to never feel this way again.” Kenshin takes her chin in his hand, “I am amazed with how strong of a woman you are. You are so strong, for that matter, that you make me stronger. I want to do the same in return.”

 She is truly left speechless. Kenshin was never the verbally affectionate type- or the best with words at all, for that matter. And yet, here he is, speaking from his heart. She turns around properly, looking into his eyes. They seep with love and intensity, boring into her soul. He adores her with his entire being, as he always will. The look alone stirs a warm feeling in her chest.

His tender lips crash into her own, pressing the softest of kisses there. Her mind goes blank as she hugs him tightly.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Being lifted back to their shared bedroom, he lays her onto the futon, pushing her hair out of her face. She smiles, but this time, it’s genuine. Her mind and body feel light again, she feels as if she is unstoppable. Although, she becomes slightly confused when he walks to the other side of the room, opening the door to the garden.

Suddenly, a large flash of white, black, and brown fills her vision. Balls of fluff topple onto her freshly cleaned body. Little noses tickle her sensitive skin, a fit of giggles escaping her lips. All the small furry companions only seem to be spurred on by this, laying on top of her like a warm blanket.

Kenshin can only bring himself to smile at the scene, watching her burst into yet another hysterical fit of laughter. He decides in that moment that there is absolutely nothing better than seeing her smile, and regardless of what it would take, he would always seek to find it.

[nad-zeta]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Headcanon: Theo + Protective MC

Hehehe so this wasn't a request buuuuut //shrugs.☺😅😅😅😅 Hehe Nemo-darling❤, this is what happens when you try and steal Zeta’s man😱🌩🌩! Be afraid be very afraid😤☺😳🥺! Hehe hope yall enjoy this random headcanon lol❤😳🥺

It was a pleasant evening

You and Theo were attending one of Comte’s lavish banquets together

Soft, soothing music echoed through the air as couples started to pair up for the first dance of the evening

You had been left to your own devices whilst Theo was busy networking.

That is when, from the corner of your eye, you spotted a group of women eyeing your man ＼(；￢_￢)

You were not exactly the jealous or possessive type.......so you let them be, keeping a close eye on them as you went about your business drinking champagne and talking to strangers

That is, until they grew bolder

You were joking around with Vincent when suddenly, you saw the first goose break free from the gaggle and make a beeline straight for Theo (who at this point was done networking and seeking you out for the first dance of the evening)🦢🦆

You narrowed your eyes and watched the interaction

You trusted Theo, the other woman not so much

And the role of jealous girlfriend was not one you were willing to be cast for

However

This particular queen bee didn't take no for an answer

Despite Theo’s harsh words and annoyed scowl

“Surely I am better than whatever woman you claim has stolen your heart”

(¬‿¬)

You moved closer, ready to clear up the misunderstanding ﾍ(◕‿◕✰)

But the moment the woman’s eyes fell upon you beside Theo, a wicked smirk lit up her face 

( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ )

“I knew it! Someone like her doesn’t deserve to be with someone like you,” she stated all while wearing a teasing grin (*^｡^*)

Theo was about the intervene, throw in some rude comment but you beat him to it

“Oooh you wanna go, cause I am not afraid! I will serve you a WWE smackdown right here and now,” you threatened, eyes glaring daggers at the woman (⊹◕ʖ̯◕)

“Oh? And what do you think a twig-like you could do to me,” she goaded not backing down inching ever closer to Theo (¬‿¬)

“Stay away from my husband!” you finally barked out, grabbing hold of his hand and standing in front of him protectively (˵¯͒ བ¯͒˵)

“Your husband, you say? I don’t see a ring on your finger, dear,” she commented, mischievous twinkle in her eye and she continued to smile unphased by the threats (ᵔᴥᵔ)

“I’m warning you, I will take you down, 6 feet underground!” you yelped out, although on second glance you might need to change the expression considering the woman was at least 6’1 (⁎˃ᆺ˂)

Every moment the woman spent provoking you, you felt your blood boil

If you were the hulk, it would be in this exact moment that hulk mode would commence (●o≧д≦)o

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105 notes • Posted 2021-01-22 07:50:36 GMT

#4

Headcanon: MC afraid of the dark feat: Theo, Leonardo, Arthur, Comte and Shakespeare

Hey, this is my first hc submission so bear with me haha :D

Y/n being afraid of the dark and the Ikevamp suitors comforting them. Preferably with Comte, Leo, Arthur, Theo, Dazai and our fav bunny boy Shakespeare if that’s not too much.

Thank you in advance (if you decide to do it, if not thats fine!) @pepsicola-zero

Hi hi love thanks a million for the request! ❤❤☺Eeeeep had so much fun writing it up for ya! I didn’t do it y/n style cause welllllllll //Shrugs, so I hope that’s okay!😅😅  also its been a while since ive done an HC😂😂😂😂 but anyways without further ado......

Theo 

One night during a thunderstorm, a large bolt of lightning flashed through the sky, causing a power outage  ⛈️ ⛈️

You usually slept with a small light in your room, courtesy of le Comte after you had mentioned to him that you were petrified of the dark 💡💡🕯️

However thanks to the storm and the power outage, the night light was no longer shining, leaving you sleeping peacefully in the pitch blackness. （─。─）

 You woke up suddenly when a large bolt of lightning touched down ⚡⚡🌩

Panic and fear crept in when your wide open eyes saw nothing but pure darkness

エｴｪｪｪ(●’Д’●)ｪｪｪｴエ

What made matters worse was the storm raging outside your window.

Where flashes of lightning was the only momentary source of light  ⚡⚡

What really had your heart beating out of your chest was the branch of the tree tapping on your window in the midst of the storm (╬⊙д⊙)  🌲 🌲

With one final rumble of thunder, you hopped out of bed.  ⛈️ 🗲

Adrenaline rushed through your body, as you ran through the hallways to the door of an all too familiar room ε==ε==(ﾉ゜д゜)ﾂ

You wasted no time in slamming open the door  |д･)

“Hondje what do you think you are doing up this late, puppies need their sleep.”  ఠ ͟ಠ

Theo was still awake, finishing up the last of his paperwork under the light of an old fashioned oil lamp  🕯️〆(･ω･*)

You turned to go back to your room, but the moment your eyes settled on the black darkness of the hallway, you turned back to Theo 

（>﹏<）

Wordlessly you stood in his doorway  (ಥ﹏ಥ)

This time Theo looked up from his work to see the fear painted across your face (◍•﹏•)

He stood up abruptly with a sigh, “Tsk, don’t tell me you’re afraid of a thunderstorm.” (≖╻≖；)

He crossed the room and looked down at you, waiting for an answer

ಠ_ಠ  (ಥ﹏ಥ)

You gently shook your head, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

ԅ། , ◔ ﹏ ◔ , །ᓄ

Ocean blue eyes softened as he carefully lifted your chin, “Then what has my little pup, shaking with fear.” ಠ⌣ಠ

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106 notes • Posted 2021-01-06 06:20:27 GMT

#3

Sandcastles in the Sand

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairings: Jumin x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1300+

Comments: Eeeeek here is my second piece for the RBB! @mysme-rbb gaaah I had so much fun collaborating with the extremely talented @qruinee! Eeeep this was definitely a fun challenge! Hope yall enjoy and have the best day! Also, Check out @Qruinee's insta for more amazing art! ❤❤❤😳💐! Like duuuuuude i wish I could make art this pretty! Eeeeeek

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Suppose you had told Jumin 7 years ago that he would now be sitting knee-deep— wearing his crisp black suit —in a sandpit, building sandcastles. In that case, he might have laughed straight in your face and questioned your sanity.

Yet here he was, once pristine suit covered by a mountain of sand, blazer and dress shoes long ago discarded to hang on a nearby jungle gym, as his daughter continued to dig trenches around his legs.

“Daddy daddy, look,” your daughter squealed in delight at the makeshift castle she managed to construct atop Jumin’s leg. Albeit to the untrained eye to be a hefty heap of sand— to the wondrous rose-coloured glasses of a 5-year-old— it was a palace, with ginormous walls, protected by a moat filled with the deadest alligators.

A soft smile played on Jumin’s lips, his eyes filled with adoration as he gazed down at his darling daughter. “I believe we are missing the most important part,” he said with a widening smile.

Bright eyes widened in question as she leaned forward to give her sandy castle a quick once over. “But daddy? Everything is here! See there is the princess, here is the door and, look, look, I even have a little dog,” she beamed while explaining every detail to her father—even going as far as to picking up the little plastic toy and bringing it closer to Jumin to proudly show it off.

He chuckled, steel-grey eyes searching the nearby area for the finishing touches when finally he spotted it— a bright pink daisy gently moving with the summer breeze. He plucked it from the edge of the sandpit, twirling the flower between his fingertips before finally securing it at the highest point of the heap, “there! perfect!”

“Eeeep, I love it!” She squealed, happily clapping her hands at the little addition her father had made to the castle.

Suddenly a familiar tune filled the air— the brightly coloured local ice cream truck doing its daily rounds came into view. Your daughter whipped her head around, and the moment she spotted the giant ice cream cone in the distance, she shot up. The sand palace was long forgotten as she now eagerly tugged on Jumin’s hand to pull him to stand.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy, can we get an ice cream, pleaaaase,” she asked with a puffed out bottom lip and hopeful eyes. Another pleasantry you would never catch Jumin dead doing— his past self viewed it as peasant food, so to say, unnecessary, providing zero nutritional value whatsoever and an overall waste. But not this Jumin— oh no— not when his daughter looked at him with gleaming eyes, face lit up in excitement, practically bouncing up and down in delight.

He had to shake his head and chuckle at himself— the little girl certainly had him wrapped around her little finger.

His features softened as he looked up at his daughter from the sandpit below with a gentle smile, “we’d better hurry then; it is by my estimation that they will be passing by soon.”

His words prompting her to tug a little harder on his big hand, delicate brows furrowed in frustration at her father’s purposeful slow actions. “Hurry, hurry! Daaaaaad, come on!” She exclaimed in exasperation as Jumin carefully dusted the sand off his black trousers— in an attempt to make himself somewhat presentable.

The five-year-old—without a care in the world for being completely covered in sand— was now pushing and pulling at him, with one singular goal in mind— ice cream.

“Shoes first,” came his stern yet gentle words met by yet another huff of frustration. She wasted no time at all, retrieving her small black leather shoes— perfectly littered with tiny self-drawn cat doodles— mimicking her father’s movements to put them on her feet. She was buzzing with zeal, gently shaking Jumin by the shoulders, filled with nothing but adrenaline and impatience— the complete contrast of her father.

He was down on one knee, gentle eyes peering down at her. “Do you remember how to tie your laces?” he asked in his calm, relaxed voice. With an animated nod, they spoke together— each taking a set of laces of their own— and repeating the familiar rhyme, “the bunny goes around the garden, through the hole and out the other side.” The last of the words were practically yelled in anticipation, as the moment the rhyme ended, she was back on her feet, tugging Jumin along.

He chuckled happily, eyes creasing in the corners as he allowed himself to be whisked off by her tiny hands tightly wrapped around his finger. She practically skipped toward the waiting truck, excitement building up with each step closer. “I want to get chocolate, strawberry and a scoop of caramel flavour.”

Glimmering eyes gazed up at Jumin,” what flavour are u gonna get?”

He contemplated for a moment before a teasing smile befell his face, “just plain vanilla.”

Your daughter scrunched her face up in judgement, bitterly repeating the words back, “just Vanilla.” Jumin chuckled at her reaction, quirking a brow with an easy smile, “and what’s wrong with vanilla? Why I think it’s a fine flavour, not too sweet and just subtle enough not to be too overpowering.”

“Uhuh,” she responded dubiously, eyes lighting up the moment they came to a stop before the truck. Her eyes scanned the menu, fingers moving deftly from Jumin grasp and up onto the counter, where she hoised herself up further so she could get a better look.

Jumin scooped her up into his arms ⁠with a soft smile —earning him a delightful squeal from her. She narrowed her eyes— mind racing to decipher the letters and words strung together. Despite arriving at the ice cream truck with her desired flavours in mind, like the wind, she changed her mind without a moment’s notice.

She contemplated, long and hard, brows pulling together much like her fathers did when he was busy thinking. Until. Finally. She spotted a picture on the kiddies menu that piqued her interest. With one hand tugging on Jumin shirt’s collar and the other eagerly pointing towards the picture, the decision was made, and the deal was struck.

“Two purrfect ice creams please,” came the order from Jumin— while his features were calm and stoic, his smoky eyes gave away his own excitement bubbling in his chest.

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121 notes • Posted 2021-04-16 19:01:51 GMT

#2

Headcanon: Theo + Artist Reader

Hello there darling! I hope you wouldn’t mind if I drop in a request? :3 I would like to request Headcanons of Theo if you don’t mind~ ❤️ How would he react to an artist reader who made art of him and showed it to him, but starts crying because they thought he wouldn’t like it? I hope this ask isn’t too much, it’s just that I love him to pieces ❤️ Thank you! @sweettangy

Hi Hi Dear!❤❤❤ Eeeeeep thank you so much for the request! Hehehe also thanks for waiting sooo long!❤❤ ❤ So here ya go........

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You were an incredibly talented artist, and you honestly loved to draw, sketch and paint 

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You were overjoyed when you first came to the mansion and was surrounded by so many great figures and artists ❣╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣

One of them being Vincent!  (♡ >ω< ♡)

You had loved his works since you were but a wee lil child. 

So imagine your surprise when you also discovered that his younger brother, actually was just as passionate, if not more passionate about art then you were ◑.◑

It was something you and the young Dutchman spent hours and house chatting about and bonding over❤

 ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

Different artists, art styles, techniques and of course, how much art had changed through the ages 🖼🎨

What the younger van Gogh didn’t know was that you were actually an artist just like his older brother.  ≡≡≡≡φ(＾∇＾*)

The way Theo lit up whenever he spoke about art was downright beautiful and inspiring, and well you couldn’t help but want to fill pages and pages in your sketchbook, trying to capture his radiant brilliance

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You must have sketched his gorgeous features a thousand time throughout the month

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One day you and the two Dutch brothers were out taking king for a walk in one of Vincent’s favourite flower fields (◕▿◕✿)

Vincent set up his easel and started painting the lush field of flowers, while Theo went about playing with his energetic ball of fluff ໒(◉ᴥ◉)७

The sight of Theo tacking King to the ground and then being attacked by an array of loving kisses from the dog had your heart downright melting 

Inspiration hit! (≧∀≦)

And all you could think about doing was painting the scene before you

“Vincent?” you tapped the blond Dutch on the shoulder in hopes that he wasn’t already too absorbed in his painting  (〃ω〃)

“Hmmm” he hummed back, turning to look at you with a sunshine smile

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“Could I perhaps borrow some scrap paper and pencils,” you asked shyly as your face flushed red ≧☉_☉≦

The older brother was more than happy to share his art supplies with you!

You low key went to his room that night and asked if you could borrow a few more of his art supplies cause you really wanted to paint the scene you had sketched out earlier

This angel was overjoyed! 

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freeze! you're under arrest for being so lovely. copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!!! 💕💕

Eeeeeep! //puts hands up! 👐👐Hehehe i swear officer i didn't mean to be so lovely ❤❤😆😂😂hehehe thanks so much dear and @nuttytani and @juminly and @readerinsertfanfiction and @missjudge-me 😂 eeeep love yall so so much❤❤😆🥰 massive uno reverse to all ya lovely dearies ❤❤🌈

Hehehe also cause im too lazy to pop this in ya ask boxes so ima just tag a few lovely dears who ima arrest for being too sweet❤❤😆🥰☺😳 @readerinsertfanfiction @silhouette-of-a-dream @masamune-archive @kamesama @who-ever-said-i-was-nice @kisara-16 @truth-be-told-im-lying @ieyasuwu @cheese-ception oooh and @venulus love you cuties! Hehe i also tag anyone who sees this! Sending ya a hug☺🤗🤗🤗🌈❤❤❤

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296 notes • Posted 2021-02-01 14:20:52 GMT

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Well that is that about that

[balmerancrystalance]

7:16, cold. i'm thinking about why m boyfriend left me for the hundredth time. i know there's a logical reason behind it, but he won't tell me. i also think of why i constantly search for attention, but when given compliments and attention, i throw it away. anyway, i'm working on a novel and thinking of ways to include personal experiences into it.

i always make sure to mention ive never been into a relationship just so you know i dont know that much how they work but i tend to take experiences of people who were really close to me leaving me to answer this kind of asks.

first things first, if you think theres a logical reason behind it, then so it be. i myself am a personal fan of finding the meaning behind everything so i understand your need of knowing, despite emotional reasons of course.

im gonna go old school and say once again, to me personally, conversation is the key to every relationship.

if something keeps happening its because you dont know whats causing it, without knowing whats causing it you cant really do much to change it.

if its something you can “change”, for lack of a better word, its really up to you either you want to continue with it or not, but in my opinion you shouldnt change for anyone.

someone who loves you would love you just the way you are, flaws and all.

about seeking for attention, i think for the moment this person who keeps leaving you without reason or whatsoever has a huge impact on how you feel about affection. you know those “please love me, no not you” jokes? well, thats exactly what im talking about. im in no way saying its completely their fault, okay? im just saying youre repelling affection because its not coming from who you want it to come. so for now its not a fair judgement. but again its juts my opinion. but i also think its safe to say we all have been there at least one time in our lives.

on another note writing about personal experiencies is a yes from me

been there, done that

let me know how all works out and id love to read what youre working on

hope this helped i havent answered one of these in ages eeeeep

✨ anonymously tell me what time is it where you are and what are you thinking about ✨

[nad-zeta]

Zeta! For the asks, how about 1, 3, and 22? Hope you're having a good day!

Eeeeeep true! ❤❤❤❤🥺🥺☺ thanks so much for the ask! //Dances around!❤❤🌈

1. favourite place in your country?

While i absolutely despise the main city! Hmpt! My time in the Cape was soooooo nice, especially visiting all the wine farms! LIKE THOSE WINE FARMS MAN🥺🥺🥺 i could write a whole essay about how much i love visiting them!

3. does your country have access to sea?

It does! Hehehe and ive been on holiday to most if not all the various coast lines, my fav being in PE (Port Elizabeth), the water is not too cold❤, no tourists❤ and well the sea is super gently, so u can swim out pretty deep without the fear of being completely wiped out like you would in a place like Balito😅😂😂😂😂😂

22. what makes you proud about your country? what makes you ashamed?

Hmmmmmm proud 🤔🤔🤔🤔 wow im really ganna need to think long and hard hehehe jk jk.... i guess that as a whole we don't take things tooo seriously and we are pretty chilled 😂😂😂😂

Ashamed? Honestly i could go down a long list..... but i will start with the fact that those in charge care more about shameless lining their pockets than they do about the crippling poverty faces in out country.

Eeeeep thanks again true! Love ya so much you wonderful ray o sunshine you❤❤❤❤😳🌈🌈☺ sending allllll the hugs! Hope ya have a great day!