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0alanasworld0 · 2 years ago

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Late night arrivals (Yassine Bounou x reader) *smut

Description: Yassine comes home late again, tired of everything but at least he has you to come home to

Warnings: its smut lol

Yassine never used to mind coming home late. Early mornings have always been the bane of his existence and he has contemplated a quiet office job multiple times to escape the random, late-notice 5am training sessions. But, only recently has he begun to truly despise the prolonged training sessions.

The second you came into his life, you had him wrapped around your little finger and as soon as the pair of you began a relationship, he constantly craved your company. Now he had a reason to come home every evening. Regardless of how badly things went over at the stadium, whether he got into it with a teammate or coach, at least he could look forward to seeing your relaxed figure there in one of his shirts, doodling away in your little sketchbook. Or on the flip side, he could come home and quickly whip something up while awaiting your return from work. Massage your sore shoulders and upper back, press kisses into your skin as you told him about your day, carry you to your room as you got ready for bed together. He liked doing things with you in general but sharing a night routine had a special place in his heart: watching you do your skincare and offering to do his, brushing each other's hair softly, getting changed together as you slapped him for whistling suggestively. He already made you blush constantly with his gaze so the comments had you even more flustered.

“Can I not express admiration for my beautiful wife?”

“Admiration? Is that what we’re calling it now?” You shake your head with a smile that you can’t bite back as he shrugs. You walk up to him and peck the corner of his mouth, smirking as you turn around quickly to remove your earrings while he whines for a “real kiss”.

However, coming home so late that your night routine was completed or you had dozed waiting for him irritated him more than he could ever express to anyone.

Arguing with the managers left him in a sour mood. Their constant over-reliance on him as well as their reluctance to make changes to improve not only his but their performances had become something of a sensitive subject area. Things were just very tense at the moment, he didn’t like the fact that he could only really trust one of his teammates to pull their weight for the team. It was never enough and he felt as if he dealt with the brunt of the blame. He cooled off a little once he got in his car: the light vanilla scent of your perfume still lingered, relaxing him as he took a deep breath. He could finally charge and check his phone for any messages from you that would calm him down and bring a smile to his face. He imagined you in your little silk slip. He pats himself on the back for buying it for you; you were stunning regardless of what you wore but something about the delicate fabric hanging off of your perfect form was just divine. He sees the messages and phone calls from you and frowns slightly until he listens to the voicemail:

“Hey! I hope everything’s okay and you haven’t completely blown up on Sampaoli haha… um… no seriously uh… please don’t be too hard on yourself. I know things are a bit difficult right now but you’re one of the strongest people I know. It’ll pass with you coming out having made even more star strikers cry haha- no I’m rambling. Forget all of that: You’re amazing and I love you and I can’t wait to see yo-”

“I can’t wait to see you, ugh damn that time limit!” you grumbled the last part under your breath, making him laugh a little. You always knew what to say without even realising it. Did you even know how much of an effect you had on him?

A part of him only felt worse now, you were always so understanding with him but he really wished that he didn’t have to sacrifice his time with you just because the club managers couldn’t find any other way of improving the team’s performances. He was really beginning to consider the offers from other teams, wondering if they would be more reasonable with the timings. The car journey is peaceful with him humming along to one of the songs from a playlist you made for him. He smiles as he recognises some of the lyrics you have pointed out to him as your favourites.

“The symbolism is so beautiful and perfect, don’t you think?! The broken bones in this context are because he fell in love with her really quickly and suddenly! You can’t tell me that that isn’t lyrical geniu- why are you looking at me like that?” You narrow your eyes in confusion.

“Your eyes light up whenever you talk about something you like. It’s quite mesmerising.” he smiles, continuing to stare into your eyes and pulling you in for a kiss before you look down to hide the blush making its way to your face, tracing the shape of your lips with his thumb as you look into his eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration.

He finally reaches home, trying to be quiet as he kicks his shoes off. He closes the door and removes his shirt on the way to your shared bedroom.

He smiles as he sees you still awake, sitting on the bed and carefully putting your art supplies away on your side table. He missed the skincare routine and watching you get changed but at least you’re still awake. He’ll take what he can get. And even better, you’re in that silk slip.

“Are you going to keep staring or are you gonna get in?” he can’t see your face but he hopes you’re relieved to have him back home.

You stand up and jog over to him, enveloping him in a tight hug and he almost immediately melts into it. The lingering perfume in the car was nothing in comparison to you. His arms pull you even closer and he buries his face in your hair and he can feel the stresses of the day dissipate quickly with your comforting presence.

“Is that a new shampoo?”

“Uh yeah, I got a package with some mango scented stuff and I thought I’d give it a try! Do you like?”

“It's you so yes” he feels you smile into his chest. Any reminder of that size difference had him going a little bit crazy.

He was a big guy. A 6’5 wall of muscle. He was a goalkeeper, of course he needed to be. At his level, he needed to be in peak physical condition so he could continue to perform as one of the world’s best goalkeepers. Yassine’s job could be a pain sometimes but watching him play had you dizzy with love and lust and everything in between. You were already pretty small but next to him, it was that much more obvious and you both revelled in the fact. It meant that he always treated you like the most precious thing he had ever known, which you were, and he didn’t want to break you.

You let go of the hug and he already misses your soft skin pressed against his. You go to the mirror to take your earrings off and he immediately moves to stand behind you with his arms wrapped around your torso and head resting on top of yours. Before you even say anything, he reluctantly removes his arms to brush your hair over your shoulder and remove the locket you were wearing. Another one of his lavish gifts, there’s a photo of you and him inside with the date of your first encounter. It's one of the many anniversaries he loves to celebrate. This was one of the smaller gifts but you treasure it since he shares a matching pocket watch.

He bends down to leave butterfly kisses that trail down from behind your ear to your shoulder and you shiver slightly, closing your eyes in pleasure. He was so intoxicating that you sometimes couldn’t believe that he was real and yours.

“You’re my everything, you know?”

“And you’re mine” he wraps his arms around again and squeezes you as you squeal.

His size proves advantageous as he lifts you up with ease and gently tosses you onto the bed, quickly trailing behind you and pulling you by your ankles towards him. His hands glide up your bare thighs and give them a gentle squeeze that has you whimpering in anticipation. His hands were truly a work of art. He could hold both of your hands in one of his comfortably and in moments like this, when they almost take up the entirety of one ass cheek, you realise just how huge he is. The thought of it has you dizzy with ideas of things he could do to you.

As your slip bunches up at your hips, he sees your cunt expose itself to him a little bit more and groans at the sight. He moves to kiss your neck again, trailing down slowly and leaving a trail of bites and marks that have you moaning quietly in bliss. He reaches you clothed breasts, nipples already hardened from the chill of the air, and opts to suckle on them through the fabric, your hands moving to grip his hair as he teases you. You close your eyes at the feeling, his warm tongue soaking the material and you can faintly feel it swirl around the bud. You wonder if he can feel your heart hammering against your chest.

He continues the trail downwards until he reaches your leaking cunt. He's aching with debauched images of what he wants to do and he's painfully hard with the lewd thoughts but still takes the time to tease, leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs, bites that have you arching your back slightly. They're so soft and warm so he's taking extra time to give them some love. Parting them further and further until he finally decides that he can’t wait anymore. He sight of your glistening centre is more than he can handle, a sight he's seen plenty of times before but he doesn't think he'll ever get used to it. His thoughts could never compare to the angel in front of him. He dives in to leave a long, slow lick through your folds from your entrance to your swollen pearl and you cry out again, panting heavily and your thighs are trembling slightly in excitement. He swirls his tongue around the bud before he sucking lightly, tongue still making circles around it. He hums in satisfaction at your sweet taste which only serves to stimulate you even more as your back immediately arches off the bed. You cry out in pleasure and relief and your hands reach down for his hair again as you pull on it. He responds by sucking even harder as your soft thighs move to close around his head. The feeling of the warm softness trapping his head has him dizzy and he can't help but gently buck his hips against the mattress to relieve some of the tension. He wraps his arms around them to keep them close and create more contact. He revelled in the fact that he still made you so nervous after all this time but he wondered if you knew of the effect you had on him. His angel. His sunshine. You lit up every room you walked into and brought an air of calm to those around you. All of that beauty to match a body that had him feral. It felt blasphemous to not learn every little scar, freckle and dip that decorated you. To not study what made you squirm, gasp, cry in pure, unadulterated bliss. He has your legs shaking in no time and decides to finally finish you off by slowly pushing two long, slender fingers into you, curling them against the spot you could never reach with your own fingers. He looks up to one of the most beautiful things he could ever dream of witnessing and moans, the vibrations only serving to torture your little bud even more. Your eyes roll back as you moan in complete and utter bliss all while his mouth never lets up on your clit. You’re in tears by the first mind-blowing orgasm of the night as you gush all over his face. He releases your clit, opting for small licks and kisses that prolong your orgasm and have your thighs twitching.

When you come down from your high and he’s finally had enough, he quickly works to take off your slip, holding back the primal desire to just tear it off your frame, and his joggers too before laying on his back and patting his thighs, smirking as your eyes trail down his body, biting your lip nervously. You never get used to it. Again, he’s 6’5 so it shouldn’t be surprising yet here you are. You look absolutely adorable in your current state: head cocked to the side as you oggle him, cheeks flushed, biting your kiss-bitten lips, hands folded neatly on your lap, fidgeting as you assess the situation. Does everything about this girl have to be so adorable?

“C’mon gorgeous, we’ll go slow…” He trails off; his pupils blown wide, entranced by you in all your glory as you move to straddle his thighs. Hovering over his cock, quivering slightly as you slowly move down onto him. His hands reach for your breasts, twisting and pinching the nipples and he moves down as you close your eyes. He reaches your thighs and gives them a hard squeeze, again reminding you of the size difference. His hands cover them almost entirely and they feel so warm against you. the callouses scratch lightly against your delicate skin and you can imagine the veins bulging as he flexes them. He knew you had a thing for his hands so made the extra effort to keep them wandering around your body, lingering on your most sensitive parts so you would remember them.

He’s prepared you enough so that he slips in easily but the stretch still has you gasping and gripping his shoulders as you squeeze your eyes shut. The feeling of your walls clamping around him is like no other and he can't help but moan lowly at the feeling. It's been too long since he had this.

“That's it… there’s my good girl- fuck” your eyes roll back as you slowly take more and more of him. You have to stop for a while, already feeling so full but you cry out at his next comment.

“C’mon baby, halfway there. You can take it, can’t you?” He notices the tears beginning to form in your eyes and grips your hips, guiding you down onto the final inches of him. It's a tighter squeeze for the last bit and you both moan loudly when he’s through. Your thighs are shaking again and he laughs breathily, picking up on the telltale signs of your orgasm. He moves a hand off your hip and goes to gently rub your clit, moaning loudly as you clench tightly around him, unexpectedly gushing all over his cock. You're so sensitive to him and he's so glad that he hasn't been the only one desperate for it. He’s shaking slightly as the pleasure takes over, continuing to rub you as you convulse with the aftershocks.

He grunts as you start to move up and down his cock, the blunt tips of your nails scratching down his chest.

“Such a good girl for me… You’re so perfect…” his hands resting on your hips, occasionally moving up to squeeze your breasts and trailing back down in the way he knows you love. He loves seeing how hard you tried to take him and keep going, his perfect girl. It's already too much for you and it's barely even started. The exhaustion takes over quickly as you collapse onto him with your head resting on his shoulder. A hand moves to soothingly rub your back as you nuzzle into him, lulled into a false sense of security. You're panting heavily and closing your eyes as you tried to regain some sense, the wet kisses that he's leaving all over the parts of you he can reach are not helping and the chills don't seem to be dissipating anytime soon.

Wrapping his arms tightly around your middle, he kisses your neck, giving you a short break before continuing. He bends his knees slightly, balancing on his feet as he snaps his hips, pistoning into you. You shake even more, not even having the energy to moan out. You’re in complete bliss as the pleasure takes over and you squeeze his shoulders. He moans out as you flutter around him, struggling to move with the vice grip you have on his cock and he hisses at the feeling of you digging your nails into his shoulders, adding to the array of marks that will undoubtably raise some eyebrows and illicit questions in the locker room. He tightens his arms around you and thrusts harder, hands wandering all over your body as the knot in your stomach tightens again.

He flips you over, roughly throwing your legs over his shoulders, practically folding you in half as he pounds into you. You’re definitely not walking right for the next few days. The position allows him that much deeper and he’s angled perfectly to press against your spot with each thrust; it has you trying to squirm away from the stimulation, your nails are now dragging down his back. Everything about him is overwhelming. His body completely blocks your surroundings, his voice sends chills down your spine, his scent has you all warm and safe and his touch sparks trails of electricity throughout your whole body. His thrusts are fast and desperate as he holds you down by your hips to stop you from moving away. Another hand grabbing at your wrists and holding them above your head. he has you pinned to the mattress to make sure that you're taking the full force of his thrusts. He presses his forehead against yours.

"Where do you think you're going, sweets?" He mocks, smirking as he notices that you can't even open your eyes to look at him.

“Oh would you look at that princess?” He takes one of your hands and places it on your belly. You can feel it, you can feel him. You manage to open your eyes and make contact with his darkened ones. you dare to look down as you see it. the bulge that forms whenever he pushes back into you, evidence of just how deep he is inside you. you moan out in shock and pleasure, clenching around him and legs flailing as you make another futile attempt to move away.

"Fuck- stop moving." His grip tightens just a little bit on your wrists and hip, not enough to hurt but just to bring your cock-drunk self to some sense.

He bites his lip, desperately trying to last a bit longer; wanting to coax a couple more orgasms out of you.

“Always take me so well, so perfect for me, huh? I love you so much, baby- fuck” he groans in your ear, leaving wet kisses all over your neck and chest, letting go of your wrists to hold to backs of your knees, keeping you still and spread wide as he pushed as deep as he could. you move your hands to pull on his gorgeous, thick hair again and he comes up from leaving dark purple hickeys on your neck and shoulder to capture your lips in a searing kiss that takes your breath away. You’re both coming to finish and he rubs your clit in tight circles to bring you there.

“C’mon gorgeous, cum for me.” He collapses onto your chest, grinding himself against you all while continuing to stimulate your clit. You're trapped under his enormous frame now and the feeling of his skin pressed up against yours makes you close your eyes in comfort. His warm breath is a stark contrast to the cool air and the feeling spreads like fire throughout the rest of your body. His grip on your hip tightens, grinding deeply so you could really feel every inch of him. You tighten around him again and this time, he can’t hold back as he cums inside you with a moan that sets your own orgasm off. Your arms tighten around his head and his thrusts are now shallow as he works to ride the high with you, releasing his grip to let your legs flop down and back onto the bed. Your hand moves to slap his hand away from your clit but he keeps it there, massaging and pinching as you convulse with the extra stimulation.

“One more for me. C'mon gorgeous, I know you can take it” he sweetly kisses your temple, a stark contrast to what he was doing to you. He dips his head to take a nipple into his mouth, licking around the bud before sucking fervently and you gush around him for the last time. His hands leave your clit to rub and sooth your body as you try to catch your breath. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Such a good girl for me, hmm? my perfect girl” You smile into the kiss, your hand running over his back to sooth the scratches, the feeling of the soft, warm skin and twitching muscles on your hand brings you such a level of comfort that you could never do justice with words. You whine as he slowly lets go of the embrace, suddenly feeling very empty and cold as he leaves to grab a washcloth. He parts your legs gently, smoothing over the skin and wipes you down. You twitch and cry out as you feel it against your clit.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’ll be quick.” He presses the warm cloth against your inner thighs and you close your eyes at the feeling. He looks over the marks and his eyes flicker to your muscles which haven't stopped twitching with concern. Did he go too far this time?

“Are you feeling okay? Was that too much? I’m so sorry, princess I have no idea what came over me I-” You pull him into a soft kiss as he relaxes again into you. A hand moving to cup your cheek.

“It was perfect, I promise. I love you.” giving him a dopey smile, humming in delight as he kisses over all of the lovebites, cooling the slight sting you felt.

“I’m just gonna go and grab some snacks and water, pretty. I’ll be back!” You go to protest but he shushes you, insisting that you needed the nutrients.

"Trust me, I'm an athlete." you roll your eyes with a small smile, relishing the care he's giving you.

He returns with his arms full of fruit, chocolates and water bottles, eyes softening at your figure snuggled up into the sheets.

You don’t feel particularly hungry but he insists that it’ll do you good so you relent, letting him feed you the grapes and sweets as he runs his fingers through your hair and over your relaxed frame. You’re holding off a smile as he does so, eyes narrowing at him in faux-annoyance.

“You love it really” he says with a teasing smile, putting the water bottle on the side table, turning the lamp off and pulling the covers over the pair of you. Your head is against his chest and you’re soothed by the slow thump of his heart beat and the warmth he radiates.

“I’m sorry I came home late again.” he smiles sadly as he strokes your hair. What kind of husband couldn't give his wife this everyday? Sure, I hate not spending time with her but imagine how she's feeling! It genuinely makes his heart ache at the idea of you having to wait for him.

“Its not your fault, my love. Did coach lay into you again?”

“As per usual. I still don’t know how he expects me and Yousef to hold up this entire team alone. I just don’t know what to do anymore…” he trails off, what would he do now? The team that gave him everything was falling apart and he had to take the weight of the blame. It was soul-crushing.

“I’ll be there with you regardless, just keep talking to me, okay? Don’t keep it to yourself. I've said it once and I'll say it again, you're one of the strongest people I know. You'll find a way out but in the mean time, just don't keep any of this in. Your struggles are mine.” You wipe away a stray tear and he closes his eyes at the feeling of your soft hand soothing his skin.

He carefully moves you off him so he can face you, moving a hand to rest on your cheek. Smiling softly at the concern in your eyes.

“You make everything better, I could take on the world so long as you’re there.”

“I try my best.” You smile, pressing your lips to his before hiding your face in his neck. His arms move to wrap around you as the exhaustion hits. He closes his eyes and breathes out in relief. You’re here. You’re okay. He’s a fighter and he soon will find his way too. And he's comforted by the knowledge that you'll be there with him for it all.

He allows the tiredness to overtake him as he smiles, falling into a deep slumber with his perfect wife encased in his strong arms. It’ll be okay.

Before I move onto the requests, I just thought I’d get a test-run in. I hope u enjoy, my lovelies xxx

#yassine bounou #yassine bono #yassine bounou x reader #yassine bounou imagine #footballer fic #footballer imagine

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ninjapaste · 6 months ago

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dude your art is so GOOD!!! Do you take any classes or have any tips to share? that resource post you reblogged the other day was helpful but i've felt so stuck in my art. I don't know if you have anything u learned that just made something click for u or anything like that?

Tysm anon!!!👍

In terms of your questions, I apologise i advance for the long answer im about to give and possibly things you already know haha:

I guess in terms of what classes i take, Ive gone from GCSE to A level Art and design (Fine art), and both courses have helped me to learn the importance of observation studies.

However, its moreso all the art i practice in my own time that has played the biggest part in my art improvement journey. I adopted art as a big hobby around 2018, and really ever since then I tend to draw/create for myself every day, however big or small it may be.

I guess my first tip would be to indulge in a 'sketchbook' or space to work in freely, it could be any form but the importance is that its personal and can be picked up whenever. I find that having a sketchbook to draw in has really helped with productivity and creating new ideas. I think you can go into a sketchbook space with any mindset and it can work wonders, like for example if you wanted to focus purely on challenging yourself, you can do that! If you just, want to doodle without thinking, go ahead! After all, its a sketchbook for you and nobody else, so go wild!

My next tip would definitely be, when you are feeling stuck in art, to take inspiration from a wide range of different things be it in real life or on the internet, a building or a really cool tree, since I find it defintiely fuels the creation of new ideas/concepts that can provide a path out of that creative rut. I guess to an extent there may always be periods where you have that 'I have no idea what to draw!' Feeling, and thats okay! Sometimes its refreshing that helps the most. But I often see that the solution to being in a rut is usually REFERENCING, wether it be trying to accurately draw the anatomy of an arm or if I just saw a cool design/pose/style on Pinterest and i drew a bunch of wacky characters from it. In fact, I find that places like Pinterest or Resplash are such good resources to hone imagination and generally most art skills by looking at and drawinf from all the cool images (and get some of that inspo!). And if im not using Pinterest, im usually using an art book as reference! (The itsv and splatoon art book helped me so so much lol)

On the topic of REFERENCING, its mega important! Depending on imagination/memory feels pretty good at times but its always beneficial to have image references in your process when you find its good to have them. I woudl always recommend having a reference when drawing poses/expressions/anatomy because the more you use them, the more you learn about how an object like a face muscle, a torso or even light behaves and looks and the easier it is to draw/depict them.

The next tip is uh YOUTUBE, or any account/person who's art inspires you in particular. I found that certain channels like Ethan Becker, Marc Brunet, Marco Bucci and more have helped me the most to gain confidence in drawing and learning how to practice it better. Of course, theres a lot to learn from a plethora of other channels too, even ones that dont specifically promote themselves as teachers! Also, if theres a certain style/art approach or an artist that appeals to you, study it in any way you like! Analyse an artist's work or ask/find out about their personal process (or even watch a speedpaint/art stream)! Sometimes it can be a big inspiration booster and skill boost to do just that (plus the 'artist' could be any piece of media/thing too!! Like a game or something).

Ok ok last paragraph haha, on the topic of your last question. Thinking back, its hard for me to define any specific moment or thing that gave me a 'click' moment. Its more like a process of growth that starts with learning and understanding a new thing, then familiarizing myself with using it successfully/'correctly' by studying and practicing, so that eventually its like muscle memory or easier to use in my work.

Hope this helps!!! If theres anything else you want to ask, dont be afraid to dm or send another ask!!

#ask #answer #art #im still learning so much but heres all that i can give in its long windedness #theres stuff from like #less than a year ago that i would def redraw haha #but i guess most artists feel that way about some of past work #anywayy #listening to music while sketching away GOES HARD but that might jut be me

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dansconcepts · 3 months ago

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Diner AU - “86 'em!” Pt. 1

I make SO many mistakes at work, it's kinda insane. Because of that energy, I thought it'd be fun (and therapeutic) to delve into some of our wonderful protag!servers' learning journeys and working through bad experiences because we're all human (unless you're not, which is a-okay too @/Kiibo @/AlterEgo). This also became more angsty than I intended (particularly with Shuichi omg). This idea was inspired by @kelperings' doodles for this AU in this post (specifically Hajime walking away because of pickles hAHA). Check it out! She's an icon!

Starting off with an anxious Shuichi having difficulty with making eye contact with customers.

Okay, there's a person at Table 12 ordered the burger and he has to get them fries after, the family at 13 wanted another straw, he has the water for 5, 9's been waiting too long, haven't they? He needs to get their orders soon. 15 wanted the check... Wait, did another person just come in? He has to get to them after too. He's going to need 1, 2- “SHUICHI! Bro, how’s it going?” -3 menus, he has to get them some water as well. What did the family need again? No, wait, deal with the water first... but he needs to say hi to Kaito, he doesn't want to be rude! “Sorry Kaito!” He quickly blurts out, and it sounds out of breath even to his own ears. “I'm doing great, just got some tables to finish up! Lunch rush, you know?” The detective gnaws at his lip. Straw done, get the cheque, drop off this water... “Oh, my bad bud. I'll be right over here!” Ah, there's someone about to leave, just gotta walk past them, don't make eye contact, you already have too many things to think about right now... the server drifts his gaze downward. Okay, everything's fin- SPLASH! He jolts upward, his gaze meeting widened plum eyes and the noticeable wet spot on his white shirt. “Oh god! Kaito, I'm so sorry!” This is all his fault, if only he looked up more. ” “Hey, it's all good man! I shouldn't have been standing here, it's totally my bad...” At the corner of his eye, he sees the bright apron of his coworker approaching. “Hey, is everything okay?” Komaru asks. He nods. Distantly, she can hear him asking Kaito if he needs some tissues, but he's too focused on the ground and the litany of all your fault, look what you did Shuichi, you can't get anything right. “Shuichi.” A soft voice cuts through. “Hey, it's basically time for your break anyway. Go and take it! I got your tables covered, just be a little more careful, okay?” Komaru says it kindly, but it still hits him like a bullet. He wishes that he had his hat with him. “Of course. I'm really sorry, it won't happen again.” Komaru's white shoes leave his peripherals, meaning she must have walked away. The ends of Kaito's long purple coat remain, though. He feels the familiar slap against his shoulders. “C'mon Shuichi, let's go outside. We can talk there if you want, yeah? It's really all good.” He's been through this before. He needs to step out. Just follow Kaito. He wills his feet to move next to the other's. Feeling the fresh air against his face, no one else in sight, his breath returns to his lungs. He lets himself stay there. In and out. The sky is cloudy today. In and out. The fog in his mind feels less hazy now. In and out. I made a mistake. I feel terrible about it. It impacted people I cared about, which makes everything so much wor-. In and out. Just stick with the facts, Shuichi. I made the mistake because I tried to avoid eye contact, which I still struggle with. In and out. I have improved, but it was what I relied on for a long time, so it's understandable I can get back into that habit. It doesn't mean I've failed myself. It doesn't mean it'll keep happening. You're working through it, you know that. You're okay. I'm okay. No, that's not right. I will be okay. He's certainly feeling a little better, at least. He turns back around the corner, seeing a cross-armed Kaito perched against the wall. Upon his entrance, the astronaut straightens, looking at him expectantly. “Hey Kaito, sorry for giving you such an unpleasant dining experience...” “Are you kidding?! When I said I'm here to support you bro, I meant that in every way.” The corners of Shuichi's mouth lift. “How're you feeling?” “Feeling better. Thanks for being here, Kaito.” He's nestled into a side hug. “Anything for my sidekick!” “Hey, for your meal, it's on the house, okay?” “You don't have to do that!... But I ain't gonna object.”

And a sleep-deprived Shuichi.

Another busy day. Another glass to fill. Caffeine rushes through his veins as he lazily pours the pitcher. When did he last go to sleep? When was Komaeda's rope case? Was that yesterday or two days ago? Genuinely, it's concerning how nonchalant the man was about an attempted kidnapping... At least he helped him figure it out. Hopefully that provides him some peace of mind. “Hey!” Someone yelps. Well, that certainly woke him up. He darts upward to see the furrowed brows on the male customer's face. Did he pour water on him? He checks him, but he's fine. Instead, there's a small puddle formed underneath the glass. “Oh sorry sir, I didn't mean to overfill it-” “Where the hell's your manager!? I'd like to talk to them.” Luckily (or unluckily), Makoto is already within earshot and comes over. Immediately, the man is angrily discussing the origins of the spilled water, and Makoto sends him off to fetch another glass. As he walks away, he hears him quickly following behind. “Hey. While it definitely isn't great, I get mistakes happen. You're going to be more focused though, right?” “Yeah, sorry about that...”

Also:

“Oh Shuichi...” Kaede frowns, gazing at her friend's sleeping form on one of the booths. His position doesn't even look comfortable, but she knows the booths are comfy enough. And he looked so tired earlier... “It’s okay, let him rest.” Makoto chimes over her shoulder. “We're nearly closing anyway.”

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And here's a highly stressed Hajime giving the wrong dish(es) to the wrong table(s).

He places the plate in front of Komaeda, already ready to rush over to the next person because that one asshole is glaring at him for not getting his damn soda, like damn, it hasn't even been that long! “Hajime.” Does he have time for this? “What.” He hisses out, perhaps a little more tersely than he should, but it's Nagito. He's definitely heard him act worse. “Why is there-” The guy shudders, “rice?” Rice? Why the hell would there be rice, he knows he hates that shi- His eyes meet the plate. Fuck, he got the wrong one. He turns, and sure enough, the lady who ordered the fried rice meets his gaze with a confused tilt of her head. She eyes the dish in front of Nagito longingly. “Wrong table, huh? It's okay Hajime, it's really expected of a Res- Hajime? Hajime, why are you already walking away?” Yeah, he's not in the mood for the reminder. The last thing he wants to think about is his exams. Fuck, they're going to be the death of him. He unceremoniously plops Nagito's correct plate in front of him after returning the fried rice and even getting that other guy's soda, just for good measure. “Here you go. Enjoy.” He scowls. The other opens his mouth, but he's already walked away. He darts toward whoever he's supposed to pretend to be civil in front of next, and blond hair enters his vision, a silver-haired girl across from him. Is that who he thinks it is? When he approaches them, Fuyuhiko greets him while Peko nods her head in acknowledgment. Wow. “Hey guys.” He allows a smile to peek through. “Hey. Saw what happened over there with Komaeda.” The blond starts. Ah. Is he seriously about to get a lecture right now? “Yo, no judgment man, can't say I don't get it. Especially since Natsumi told me you guys have exams coming up?” He feels his mood further tank at the reminder. “I'm fine.” He huffs, pursing his lips. Where is he going with this? “Look, I don't want to overstep, or whatever, but like... I know you don't mean your attitude right now, but I don't think that guy knows. He kind of looks like a kicked puppy from here, honestly. And also, you're working. It's unprofessional.” Who cares? He would voice the thought, but, “It is understandable to be angry, Hinata.” Peko says. “Give yourself this moment to collect yourself.” And he listens. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them, he nods. He does feel a little better. “Thank you, both of you.” They smile at him before telling him their dishes. After he drops off their order with Rantaro (and he's thankful he's got no other tables to attend to at the moment), he sits himself into Nagito's booth where his eggs sat untouched. Grey eyes glance up at him. “Hajime. I genuinely didn't mean to upset you, but of course I manage to.” He sighs, gritting his teeth. “It wasn't personal, Nagito. I shouldn't have acted that way towards you. I'm just... ugh... I've got some shit on my mind. Exams. Way too much fucking homework. Other stuff.” He braces for the Exams? Seriously? That's what you're acting up over? How pathetic! But of course you're going to be struggling over something so basic. “Oh.” The guy says instead. “Really? I'll try not to be a burden anymore than I have been.” “You-?” don't care? Aren't going to mock me for it? “Your reasoning isn't special, Hajime.” There it is. “It's entirely normal, you know. I know how people act regarding it, and I know how you act. After all, I've been on the receiving end.” Hajime cringes. Their earlier interactions were NOT the best. “So I can't help but feel a little relieved.” Yeah, that's not addressing the actual issue. “I won't treat you like that again, you know. I-” He ignores the way his cheeks warm. “-respect you. I know other people here don't deserve it either, even if some are assholes.” Like that one guy who said took you look enough because seriously, fuck that guy. “I won't lash you out at you if you don't deserve it.” He pauses. “Until you start acting like a smug asshole again.” Nagito looks down, but he has a smile on his face.

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With Komaru learning there's an etiquette to follow that isn't always told.

Everything's going pretty well! Just another hour and she'll be back at home in her comfy, comfy bed. All she's gotta do is finish up these last remaining tables. She grabs the glass and starts pouring water from the pitcher in her hands. Alright, that's done, onto the next one. “Um, hello?” Their voice, suddenly gaining an edge, cuts in. “Can I have another glass?” She tilts her head. Another glass? “But I just refilled it?” “Yeah, but you touched where I drink. Did you even wash your hands?” Huh? Well, she definitely washes her hands, that's literally a part of her job description. All she did was just grab the glass... what's wrong with that? “I’m sorry?” The server says, both confused and slightly irritated. What is happening? She didn't do anything weird! She does this at home all the time! The customer scoffs. “You should be!” “I-! Well!”. She frowns, but tries to remain upbeat. “I apologize! Let me get you a new glass!” “Could someone who's actually competent get it? Honestly...” Her eye twitches. Seriously? Regardless, she bows her head. “Please excuse me then. And sorry again!” While she's not necessarily running, she does make a beeline to the back. She finds her brother the moment she gets there, currently placing orders on the counter for Rantaro. “Makoto, Makoto, Makoto,” The newer server groans, slumping against the wall like it's free real estate. “I'm so done! What is she even talking about??? Is there something I'm not getting? What did I do wrong?” “Whoa, slow down Komaru. What happened?” “All I did was grab the glass. How else am I supposed to pour the water without spilling it? Should I not be touching the glass at all? I'm a little too clumsy for that...” “How did you grab the glass?” She blinks. How? That's a weird question. At her questioning look, her brother brings a cup and places it in front of her. She mimes holding a pitcher in her other hand as she grabs the cup from near the top, like she usually does. “Ah, that explains it.” Huh? Makoto sighs. “It's a little obvious. It's a hygienic thing for some people. Don't touch where someone would put their lips on the cup. It's safer to just touch the lower half.” “Oh. I didn't know about that...” How was she supposed to know about it though? It's not in anything she's ever read before. Training never brought it up either. It sounds pretty understandable put together like that, even if she personally wouldn't pay it any concern. Komaru huffs. It's not worth thinking too much about it. “Speaking of that, could you go to Table 3 and get her some water? She doesn't want me doing it anymore after that...” The younger Naegi sheepishly grins. “I promise I won't do it again!” “I'll do it if you take 9.” Hazel eyes narrow. “What's wrong with 9?” “Please just do it.” She shrugs. She knows he wouldn't ask if the customers were really weird, so it can't possibly be that bad. “Alrighty, big bro. But you owe me a new manga!” “I'm already doing you a favour!” He yells back, but it's drowned out by her laugh.

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rui-drawsbox · 5 months ago

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hey dude

how did you develop your art style? ive been drawing for years and I cant seem to get a handle on ANYTHING

4 almost 5 days late sorry dude you shot right into my inability to put thoughts into words properly HAHA

alright so first of all, i don't even think a style is something you need to do art. I'm a hobbyist apologist and as long those people enjoy creating it doesn't even have to look "good".

That aside i'm assuming you want to take art at least a little seriously so i'm just going to be straight forward and say that the only way is ping-pong between styles/techniques/themes and just stick with the stuff you feel more comfortable doing.

Now going into my personal experience, that's what you asked after all lolol (from now on this is just yapping so feel free to ignore it)

alr soooo im skipping my first steps into art and going into the humanoid phase. I actually started with sonic! Specifically the show Sonic X, of course i picked up mannerisms from the anime when it was time of doing comedic doodles (and cuestionable taste on fashion)

(im going thru my big inspirations so bear with me here)

2015 came and i discovered my two main inspirations for a long time: fnaf and Ed00chan! (link to her abandoned deviantart so yall can see the style of the time). As i was completely enamored by her anime-yet-cartoony style i was also hyperfixated with fnaf and those two things combined perfectly into (the infamous in the spanish side of the fnaf fandom) fnafhs! bing bang boom there it goes my personality for the next 5 years!

sprinkle a few power puff girls z too why not

anyway at that time i wanted to become a pro like ed00 so i had to understand anatomy, and my go-to channel was Bgm94! But the elders said that to broke the rules you have to understand them, so i just kind-of started doing more "realistic" bodies while maintaining the cartoony-ness i liked so much. Which to be fair, didn't last long before i got bored and jumped straight into cartoon/chibi again

also since we're entering my digital era i'm including some drawings with wild style changes since the experimentation never ends owo9

anyway that was 2018 and before! it was around 2017-18 that i dropped the general tutorials and just started experimenting on my own style/anatomy and trying to improve my skills (im ignoring my sketchbooks bc from now on they just become- well, sketchbooks, instead of doing full drawings i just doodled in classes and leaved the detail for digital stuff)

i would love to include all my 2019 folder bc i consider it was a year full of love for my silly doodles but tumblr has a limit for images HAHA. Hopefully you can see how i go trying out stuff and pick little stuff from every stage with me lolol

2020 hits and you can *see* my hyperfixation with twisted wonderland here, at least my folder is 60% twst drawings i made for my fanfic at the time LOL. Not so many style jumps here tho so let's keep going

2021 and 2022 here! at the second half of 2022 i found my oh so beloved crunchy brush and i also fell hard for Arashi Narukami, so basically my tumblr became an arashi fanpage lol

stuff at 2023 keeps pretty the same until now tbh, the only highlight would be the re-inclusion of noses bc of spiderverse 2. My style also has been pretty well maintained since i started doing commissions so i don't really do so much experimentation anymore, at least not with proportions and such.

alr so that was my journey on artstyle! Of course it's not like you're gonna guess all my process just by looking at the images so i'll say what type of stuff i feel influenced my decisions.

i'm very lazy and for a log time i just abandoned my projects if it prolonged more than a day or two, that obviously made me lean into the cel/plain shading rather than spending hours and maybe days rendering (not that i don't try rendering every now and then but i don't enjoy spending so much time in a single piece)

everyone around me always has been extremely supportive so i had the privilege of dedicating all my soul to drawing silly characters haha, i feel like since i never felt the need of comparing myself to others i could actually experiment so unapologetically with my style until i was satisfied

finding an actual brush that i like is always crucial to me tbh, even in traditional i'm pretty picky with how the ink and type of pen i'm using. Of course, i also tried multiple traditional art techniques (watercolor, acrylics, crayons, pencils, pastels, my favorite are pen+markers)

i dont like feets. that shows until today.

in general i think an artstyle is something extremely personal that every person has to shape themselves and that it can't really be a permanent thing, it's gonna fluctuate with the artist whenever they like it or not.

#rui thinks loudly #i have looong list of inspirations but i dont really think its that important rn #going thru my old sketchbooks and having a whiplash of cringe at the fanart i did to a ytber that got exposed as a groomer last year #also 90% of the fnafhs cast i mentioned was exposed for stuff like that. MAN cant people be normal #growing up is realizing i was right at being terrified of talking with strangers on internet HAHA #anyway its 3 am goodnight #rui answers

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sysig · 1 year ago

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Okay actually, the OG Just Desserts style was onto something (Patreon)

#Doodles #Villainsona #Just Desserts #And also ft. the last little bit of the WOY style attempts #They were what convinced me to look at the original style doodles! Looking for poses #I started just by going back to the early TVAU doodles to give one more proper fair shake to those rejected outfits #Wouldn't you know it they're still rejected lol but! The wings are still very good #And the poses are silly lol #She is always real cute tho <3 #It does feel funny going back to her early doodles and trying to style-match - my style was much looser at the time #Which is part of why her hair looks so good - those swirls are wild! It's very cool! But it's hard to replicate now :0 #You can kinda see it in how hard and dark the lines are in her hair - before it'd basically be a scribble nest haha #Both have their aesthetic placement I just hrmm #I miss it a bit #There's something almost uncanny about trying to go back now - sizing maybe? Proportions? I'm not sure #She was always meant to have that chibi proportion big head and simplified body so maybe it's her neck being so visible that's throwing me??#I do like the small collar tho! It's gotten a little out of control lately haha ♪ Save that for alt outfits!#The weird shape of her hairline was a bit contributor to her overall hair shape as well - lots of little details! It's neat #That crying one has gotten two redraws now haha ironically not to actually ''improve'' just to dissect what's Up lol #I am happier with this one compared to the first redraw tho :D Her feet and ankles especially they actually make shape-sense!#And I have to admit the big flowery-bubble looking tops of her shoes it's very cute and the larger bonbons - proportions! Who knew lol #Her spinning the Staff was always one of my favourites hehe ♪ Confident and cheeky little Charm #Good for her

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chloefraazers · 11 months ago

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sorry, but you can’t be part of a fandom and put out fanfic and art and other stuff, and not expect to get some feedback and criticism on it. that’s not how a fan community works.

I wasn’t going to answer this because it’s obviously a bad-faith ask. But then I decided to say fuck it, and be a little spicy.

Let’s talk about this.

90% of the criticism I get, I don’t engage with. Most of it is tags on my gifsets, especially of Nil. I get many comments about how he’s “a psychopath” and how “haha I killed him in my game” and other takes that are harmful. Usually I just block that person and move on.

A line is crossed when you come onto my blog, go into my ask, and send something that isn’t “criticism” but outright negativity.

A line is crossed when a person calls gifs “ugly” because they feature a character or ship they don’t like.

A line is crossed when a person calls art or fic “mediocre” or even “bad” just because they disagree with the characters the artist or writer is choosing to feature in it.

That isn’t “feedback.” That isn’t even “criticism.” That’s just vile behaviour.

Fanworks are for fun. I do them because I enjoy them. Do I hope others like what I put out there? Of course. I’m a human being, and I’m sensitive, and I want to be liked. Of course I care. But at the end of the day, I chose to make [thing] because I wanted to see it.

Some people are okay with constructive criticism. And in this group project I’m involved with, I am asking my team for it, because I want to improve and want to be as perfect and professional as possible. As narrative lead, I am also giving constructive feedback. None of it is intended to tear someone down: It’s to add to what is already there. I want my teammates to be proud of what they made and I want to help them make it the best it can be. And I want to be proud of what I make, and want them to help me the same way. The nature of this project demands it, and it’s what we all signed up for knowingly.

And in the fic I’m co-writing, I want feedback from my cocreators. I signed up for that too.

But when I’m sharing a ten-minute doodle, or just throwing a fic into the universe, I don’t want unsolicited concrit. Because 9 times out of 10, it’s never about, “Oh, here’s a trick for if you’re struggling with perspective!” or suggestions on how to improve. 9 times out of 10, it’s “lol mid at best.” How does that help? It doesn’t, and it was never intended to. It was only intended to harm.

When a person creates a fanworks and puts it into the universe, they are sharing a bit of themselves. They are being vulnerable. The least people can do is not be assholes about it.

If you don’t like something, then it wasn’t made for you. Just ignore it and move on, and don’t ruin anyone else’s day in the process. That is how fan community works.

#fandom #horizon fandom #getting very tired here

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batmanie · 10 months ago

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Ghosts of Christmas Past

“Doctor Murphy! You need to come at once, it is an emergency! Batman brought in the Joker.” The guard who had rudely interrupted the group therapy session hastily explained.

Doctor Murphy cast an exasperated look at the four inmates who sat around the table. So far the therapy session had been a complete failure despite him trying to break the ice with hot cocoa. Even merry Santa hats he had given them had not helped to improve the mood. Perhaps his idea to have a session on Christmas Eve wasn’t that brilliant?

“Can’t be helped then.” He nodded towards the guards. “I leave things to you for now, as long as they behave, encourage any positive behavior. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

As soon as the door closed behind the shrink, one of the inmates scooted closer to the other.

“I got you something, Professor,” Harleen chirped sweetly. An innocent smile dancing on her face, it probably meant some troubles. “Here you go.” She took out an orange uniform and handed it to Crane.

Jonathan eyed the object suspiciously. “It’s an Arkham jumpsuit…”

“No, Professor,” the girl protested, unfolding the fabric and presenting the gift for him to see the details. “It’s a Christmas sweater. See?”

The orange clothing had indeed a little drawings of snowflakes, Christmas trees, and pumpkins doodled on it with a waterproof marker.

“I made it myself!” Harley proudly waved the uniform in front of Scarecrow’s expressionless face. “It is my Christmas gift for you. I hope you will wear it.”

An amused snort came from the direction of the third person at the table. Mary Dahl was fighting to hold back her giggles.

Edward Nygma, the fourth patient in their session, knew no such shame and didn’t even try to hold his laughter. “Haha, a sweater, so fitting for your age group, Crane, too bad I couldn’t smuggle in a walking stick but hey, maybe I can find a pair of support stocking for you, gramps.”

Crane pursed his lips but before he could say anything Harleen was already on it for him.

“Hey, come on now, guys! Don’t be jelly. I will make one for you the next year.”

“Harleen is right,” Crane nodded toward her politely, thanking for the gift and stuffing it under his regular jumpsuit. “Not getting anything from anyone on Christmas and being neglected and forgotten by the outside world is not the reason to be mean to your fellow inmates.”

“Excuse me?” Nygma’s face turned pink-ish, the color almost matching Baby Doll’s ribbons. “I got a tone of letters and postcards from my fans from all over Gotham!”

“Do you mean the letters you were writing for the whole month in your cell, Eddie? I didn’t know you were writing to yourself,” Harley gave him a ‘poor thing’ kind of look and Edward’s pink cheeks got crimson red.

"You get along so well, you are such awesome friends," Mary suddenly commented out of the blue. She was absentmindedly staring in the mug with hot chocolate in front of her.

"We are what?" Edward exclaimed almost scandalized, and Jonathan, as hard as it was to admit, agreed with him for once.

“In fact, you act like a real family,” she continued, her voice seemingly indifferent but there was a hint of sadness to it if one was listening carefully. “You fight, you laugh, you obvious care…”

“Oh, my dear, naive Miss Dahl,” Edward, who almost emptied his own mug of hot chocolate, raised his voice and entered his particularly annoying preaching tone. “I assure you, if we were to act like my family, fighting wouldn’t just stop at a verbal back and forth. Oh, no. If we were acting like my family, Harleen here would be already laying flat under the Christmas tree instead of presents, too drunk to get her sorry ass to bed, and Crane here would be yelling at me for asking him to buy me jigsaw puzzles for Christmas. Now, that is how I remember the ‘real family’, it has nothing to do with ‘care’.”

“Hah, if you all were my family, all four of us evil children of Satan would be spending the Christmas day and night locked in a freezing basement with the coal, gnawing on raw potatoes while our ‘saintly’ grandmother was away to church, before descending on her neighbors’ houses like a parasite to stuff herself with fried turkey, corn bread and pecan pie, and preaching to them about Christian charity,” Crane threw in.

“Well,” Harley spoke up awkwardly, “at least your families acknowledge the existence of Christmas, while my Jewish mother never gave a damn, too busy to hang out with her new boyfriends ever since my dear ol’ dad had gotten himself locked up in jail.”

Mary rolled her eyes at these confessions. “Wow, that escalated quickly. We sit here alone for only few minutes and you crybabies are already sharing your weepy stories, as if it was a real group session. You could at least wait for Doctor Murphy to come back.”

Now it was Crane’s turn to roll his eyes: “Why would we need to wait for that duffer while we have two competent psychoanalysts sitting right here at this table?”

“Right! Who needs him anyway? This meeting is already going so much better than the one last week.” Harleen took a big swig from her mug, then eyed it with disappointment. “Hey, this is getting cold … can we have a refill and maybe some cookies or marshmallows?”

The two guards leaning at the wall, who had been completely ignored so far, exchanged a gaze, whispering among themselves.

“You think they’ll throw hot chocolate into our faces and try to escape?“.

“They might throw the empty mugs and the table in our faces, if they don’t get that refill and they have been behaving well so far – Dr. Murphy said to encourage that.”

One refill and a small bag of marshmallows later and everyone’s mood had improved significantly.

“Now, that’s the Christmas spirit, boys!” Harley shot a gleeful smile toward the guards, making one of them blush as the result. “I think he likes me,” she leaned toward the other girl, whispered into her ear.

Mary tactfully ignored that news which didn’t stop Harleen from giggling.

“Anyway, it’s your turn to share a story with us,” she pointed toward Baby Doll with a marshmallow before putting it in her mouth. “What about your Christmas?”

“It was always awesome.” Mary smiled dreamily, “Dad always picked a tree for us that was too huge and he and my brother were having soo much trouble getting it through the door. Mom and sister were baking cookies and sister accidentally decorated me with icing. Mom laughed and said that I was looking even sweeter then. Dad always lifted me up so I could place the star on top of the tree but one year I couldn’t wait for it and tried to climb up the tree on my own and I ended all tangled up in the fair lights. I was sooo afraid that Santa wouldn’t come because I had been a naughty girl but in the end there were tons of presents under the tree again and mine was so big that I could climb into the box completely….”

“I think I saw that episode.” Edward muttered.

Ignoring him Mary continued: “Of course, that was before cousin Spunky moved in and had to ruin everything for us,” she spat with quite some vitriol. “We never had a good celebration like that afterwards ever again, he even totally ruined my birthday.”

“Your aunt and uncle actually named their kid ‘Spunky’?” Harleen asked confused as she was too young to know. Crane leaned over and whispered something into her ear, while Mary kept ranting.

“Oh!” Harleen exclaimed in sudden understanding. Tears shot into her big blue eyes “Mary that is just too sad!” She rose from her chair to give the other girl a big, tight hug, almost squishing the small body in the process.

Nygma gave Crane a questioning look. “Really? She thinks that was the saddest story from tonight? I got beaten bloody, you were left to starve and she is crying over the TV show?”

“Women, huh?” Scarecrow replied with a shrug of his bony shoulders. “You can never tell what’s going on in their brains.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty head, Baby,” Harl cooed, holding back her tears. “You will get your perfect Christmas. It’s not too late and you deserve it. We all do.”

“You’re strangling me,” Dahl uttered as she struggled to get herself free from Harleen’s bear-hug, failing miserably.

“We are a family,” Harley assured her. “And we can do so much better than our real families have ever done for us.”

The tight embrace lightened a little and Mary seemed to finally relax, even hugging back hesitantly.

“Don’t you just sit there, boys! Come and join us!” Harleen called and the guys immediately shook their heads in a protest.

Harley of course wouldn’t have that.

“Boys, a group hug! NOW!” Harley shot Crane and Nygma a death glare as a warning. The two of them didn’t dare to disobey, soon enough the whole four of them were locked in a very awkward hug.

“Now,” Harleen whispered, making sure the guards at the door couldn’t hear her. “Here’s the plan, Ed – you will distract the guy on our left until Professor Crane uses his Christmas sweater to strangle him, I’ll take care of the one on the right… Baby Doll – what would you say about making this Christmas really special?”

#batman #bat-mania #temarcia #my story #batman fic #riddler #edward nygma #jonathan crane #batman fanfiction #harleenqueenzel #harley quinn #baby doll #mary dahl #christmas

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