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It's imperative that I draw the Sinister Vash™ at some point
(Timelapse and alt colors under the cut as usual)
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i like the modern take on his stampede design but i also like the flowiness of his old iterations and the squiggly glasses. he can have random useless tendrils of fabric hanging off of him.as a treat
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Tomorrow I'll post my short LivxVash fic I posted on AO3.... Warning, more angst!
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Hello everyone!
We will be opening our sign-ups today!
Sign-ups for artists and writers will be open today and stay open until January 4th.
We will open sign-up for betas at a later date.
Writers click here & Artist click here
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With training 4 newbies and a busy schedule (along with writing 2 exchange gifts) OMG... I'M EXHAUSTED LOL
I'll be back to my regular blurbs, once the holidays are over (｡・//ε//・｡)
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I wanted to draw proper Stampede fanart for a while, and one scene from fanfic by @flowercitti just haven't left my mind since I read it, so this happened ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
The fic is "I bet on losing dogs"
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please elaborate on Trimax Vash being the biggest crybaby of them all! :)
'nuff said.
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𝖠 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖭𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂 𝖪𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝗈 𝖭𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖲𝖥𝖶/𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶.
𝙎𝙁𝙒
𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮 - 𝙏𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙧 / 𝘼𝙊3
✧Content✧: NanamixAFAB Reader, ANGST, pregnancy, character death, last meeting, established relationship, emotional hurt, fluff/angst.
𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒
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It's never easy
The air around you is cold, tiny snowflakes fall from the sky above you. Winter was always your favorite season, enjoying the white powder sprinkling the streets, how you could finally wear your thick sweaters whenever you wanted, and how the holiday season always had something magical about it.
You’ve stopped to enjoy the beautiful window display at your local bakery store, pointing out the assortments of pastries you’ll most likely be buying for the office party, when you look up to your friend.
The sight alone is breathtaking, not one to usually smile or show his emotions, he stands under the store lights, a beautiful smile on his face, and his cheeks and the tip of his nose red from the cold.
“You should smile more.”
You’re awakened by the conversation outside your room and the sounds from the machines around you. It’s something you’ve grown accustomed to since you were admitted to the hospital a couple of months ago.
Once you sit up, your gaze lowers as one of your hands lays flat against your growing stomach, cherishing the small life growing within you. The physical manifestation of the love you and your partner have for one another, exchanging the dangerous world life of a sorcerer for a simple life, a family life. It was everything you hoped it would be.
Suddenly, a figure walks across your room and finds a place to sit on the edge of your bed. A hand reaches towards you, soft fingers interlock with yours and cause you to look up. Before you can even utter a single word, he shakes his head to stop you from speaking and gives you a tender smile.
His hand gives you a tight squeeze before moving to lay his palm flat against your covered stomach. His smile only grows wider feeling the little one moving as if the child could sense the familiar presence and in return, their tiny feet push upwards so their father could feel their precious presence.
It’s these tiny moments, simple touches, gentle smiles, and the love that envelop the both of you… Ready to give up everything you know, just to enjoy the peaceful life that happily awaits the both of you.
He lets go of your belly and his hands reach up to cup both of your cheeks in his palm, allowing the pads of his thumbs to brush along your cheeks, attempting to bring your face closer to his.
The gentle pressure of tiny feet kicking your bladder, causes you to chuckle and pull away slightly. As you look into his green eyes, the sight that only moments ago filled you with such joy, you can feel the sense of sorrow slowly replacing it.
He shakes his head again already aware of what you are going to do, and tries to distract you by pulling you closer to his chest.
His palms are warm and soft against your cheeks, soothing your worries that somehow you failed to notice. You find yourself even more confused as the pads of his thumbs smooth away the stray tears that are staining the apple of your cheeks.
Wait, when did you start crying? Why are you crying?
You try to pull away,...
“Don’t,...” it’s the first thing he says, his voice so soft and filled with pain.
Your gaze flicks back up, searching within his eyes to see if they are hiding anything from you. Something wasn’t right, missing from his gaze… The small light that usually casts such a distinct glow around his irises, is gone.
It finally dawns on you, the air around you is quiet… The usual chatter from the hospital staff outside, the beeping from those machines in the corner of your room… The fetal monitor that would echo each of your baby’s movements….
Your heart skips a beat, your cheeks grow warmer and a new wave of tears comes forth.
His lips quiver for a moment, but he regains his composure to ensure you don’t break further. Your hands reach up, fingers interlocking with his as he still holds your cheeks. The small whimpers that you make tear at his already broking heart.
Your rock, the other half of your very soul… The person that you’ve had by your side since he agreed to that first date.
One of his hands leaves the comfort of yours, reaching into his pocket, and pulls out something wrapped in that familiar handkerchief of his. He lays the object on your lap before pulling you forward and capturing your trembling lips against his own.
The kiss is chaste, a bittersweet feeling lingers as you try to remember the shape of his lips, his taste, and his warmth against yours. You don’t want to part, but your senses come to when you feel your lungs burn and ache for the air they desperately cry for. As you both break the kiss, you refuse to pull too far, wanting to feel his breath tickle your bottom lip.
“I-I…” you try to speak, if only the lump would dislodge from your throat. “I promise to do laundry every day… I’ll make sure your favorite coffee mug is washed and stored in its usual spot.”
More tears sting the corner of your eyes, and your breath hitch when you feel his fingers cup your chip.
“I-I’ll make sure to care for Itadori as best I can.” your voice trembles once again but you try to compose yourself before looking up at him and giving him a tearful smile. “I promise you… I love you so much.” one of your hands takes his and places it on your stomach. “We both love you.”
“Thank you.”
His voice echoes into the back of your mind, while you suddenly come to. The chatter from outside your room returns, followed by the beeping coming from the machines. You’re still stuck in a semi-daze, staring at the edge of your bed where he was sitting.
Movements from within your belly seem to help break the spell you found yourself in. Wiping the tears that stuck to the corner of your lashes before looking down. The object that was wrapped in the familiar leopard print handkerchief was still on your lap. Your hands stayed frozen in place until you found the courage to lower them and grab it.
“The ability to speak with any souls before they cross over.” his expression remained the same, but his eyes showed a hint of curiosity.
“I always thought it was a weird ability.” you chuckle sweetly, remembering all those strange moments as a child when spirits would desperately find you and request your help to pass on one last message to loved ones. “But as I grow older… I find it a little more comforting. Being able to help someone find closure, with someone’s final message.”
Your body trembles as you break down crying again, holding his watch close to your chest. The message engraved on the inner surface of the watch is still left intact, with no scratches or splatter on the metal. Everything seemed perfect, but the hands remained still…
[21:25]
“You never know, I may actually find my own use in my abilities someday.” you aren’t sure why that left your mouth, but you turn back to look at him and smile. “Anyways, how about that date Kento?”
#nanami kento#nanami kento blurb#nanami x reader#nanami x you#nanami angst#jjk blurb#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you
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One Week Left (Interest Check)
Just a reminder, we will keep the interest check open for one more week before we set up the sign-up form.
Once again, we thank everyone that filled out the interest check so far. You are all amazing!
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