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brisquad-unit-4402 · 1 month

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crimzon ruze dating an artist

i’m gonna be real the hate mail stream changed me as a person

yhis one is about ruze and a reader that likes to make visual art, but if this gets some reception might be interested in writing more headcanons for writers, musicians, programmers, dancers…

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, headcanons

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let’s get it out of the way: ruze isn’t just a viciously violent mercenary menace, he’s also a viciously violent mercenary menace that ✨ loves creativity ✨

he respects people that can use their imagination, like inventing new horrific ways to kill a corruption beast, or making someone’s day worse in a way that can’t be replicated

so naturally he gravitates to people who put their imagination to use through their own art medium. he has a type for creators

one of the best feelings ever is being able to watch an artist in their element, focused on their vision

there’s always so much to admire. their hands wrapped around the pencil, the way they squint and stare at the lines… he could go on

if he’s really lucky maybe the artist will move around while drawing a character, just so they can use their own body as reference. it’s so cute seeing them lift a hand and compare it to the one they were drawing, even the pout they do when they erase the last few strokes, all frustrated but ready to try again. especially the pout

he doesn’t do the whole “talking about your feelings” thing so when he sees a well-done drawing, well, that just makes admitting it all the more redundant. who needs words when a picture is worth a thousand of them?

ruze himself isn’t exactly an artist, but he’s tried before. it’s tough work. anyone that can control their pen that well deserves respect

if you’re an artist and your love language is quality time then dating ruze is a dream. he’ll do work in the same room as you while you’re preoccupied with your latest piece

it’s just the right amount of togetherness, but you’re able to do your own thing, and so is he. this feeling gets even better with banter, music, anything

he doesn’t mention it often but ruze also likes to work with his hands too. his favorite is papercrafting

you’re the only one in the world that knows he has a diy scrapbook full of photos and embellishments and, yes, some of your doodles and scrapped art you let him keep

always wants to display your art in some way. it’s personal and makes him feel like his house is a little livelier

if you need more space or expensive supplies for your art like a firing kiln, large canvases, pressure pots, or other equipment, then he’ll drop off the face of the earth for, like, a week, then come back with a bounty collected and a cut of it for your art fund

ruze likes the challenge of hunting down and fighting a fearsome monster, and how you brighten up as you plan a visit to a local craft store

he likes to ask questions about what you’re working on. this can be anything from art history to oc lore to symbolism to techniques

it makes especially good conversation at night when he’s about to go to bed with you

…there have definitely been times ruze was the first to sleep because you got hit with inspiration at 1 am though

it would be hypocritical if he were to make you rest, but just don’t overdo it and wake up cranky past your alarm, alright?

and do some stretches, including your hands, and your back. you’re literally dating someone who uses his muscle to make money. you better be treating your body nicely while you’re making art

you should be getting accidental paper cuts, not carpal tunnel because SOMEONE didn’t stick their arms straight out and bend their wrists back while keeping their fingers straight for 10 seconds, then bend their wrists down to the floor for another 10 seconds. not naming names

the type of mf that will sneak up and make some form of sudden physical contact (a kiss? bite? lick? annoying poke to your side?) so your back straightens and then tells you to keep it straight instead of giving you more affection

would NEVER respond to someone talking about their art with “can you draw me?”

that’s probably his greenest flag actually

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mackjlee9 · 4 months

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I am literally scouring the internet for ruze fics rn!!! That collab gave me major brainrot for some reason, could we do some fluffy jealous!ruze x reader please :,)))

Oooh~~ nice!

I decided to split this is into two parts so the next one will probably come in a few days~!

Crimzon Ruze x Male!Reader [?]

Warning; uh... Maybe lore inaccurate and ooc!ruze. Ruze if you find this, no you didn't.

Masterlist.

VTuber Holostars EN/ Armis

A heavy sigh left his mouth as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, the red fabric of his jacket turning a slightly darker colour due to his action. With a grunt, he pushed his sandy blond hair away from his face.

He was about to take off his mask and relax for a moment before heading back to the Criminal's Cut, hoping he could maybe continue reading in peace and there wouldn't be any more corruption beasts coming out of their territory, but the movement of his hand halted when he heard something.

It was a faint sound, one which he hadn't been able to hear before due to the roaring of the beasts and his unstoppable laughter, but now, in the eerily silence of the Badlands, his ears twitched slightly at the sound.

He frowned and gripped Zephyr tighter, steadily making his way toward the sound. Considering where he was, the possibility of the sound coming from another corruption beast was the only option that came to his mind, so he got ready to strike the beast and kill it with one swift swing.

However, he found something else. Something that wasn't a corruption beast. It was... A person.

A male.

His purple eyes inspected the state of the guy, his breathing was ragged and he was drenched in sweat, barely moving as he had found shelter in a rather small cave. He was severely injured, and upon a quick inspection, he was surprised the guy had managed to stay alive, specifically when he caught sight of a blood trail and faded footprints on the sand.

He took a deep breath and lifted Zephyr over his head, determined to put this poor soul out of his misery...

But he couldn't.

The blade shone under the sunlight as it stopped less than an inch away from the guy's neck, and he watched how his brows furrowed, mouth open as he struggled to breathe.

An annoyed sigh left him, and he watched the guy.

He didn't have a reason not to kill him, but he didn't have a reason to kill him either, so maybe...

"You owe me," he muttered to himself before carefully leaning Zephyr against the cave and dragging the guy closer to him, by doing so, he noticed the bloodied cloth wrapping around the guy's stomach, and could see that the wound was a claw scratch from a beast, as the cloth didn't quite cover the entire length of it.

He had more wounds, but they had stopped bleeding for the most part.

His eyes looked at the wounded man again, trying to understand why hadn't he killed him but he couldn't find it in himself to answer his own question. He took off his jacket and made the guy sit up, putting the heavy red jacket around his shoulders and securing the straps so it wouldn't fall off, and decided to pick him up.

He carried the man on his back and picked up Zephyr before making his way back as fast as he could, watching as the sun began to set over the horizon, giving way for the moon to shine as the night dropped.

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Closing the door behind him, purple eyes were locked on the guy he brought over to his home.

He had made a makeshift bed for him, had put his jacket away to wash the blood before it stained, and had fetched some stuff to help with his wounds.

Just the thought of having to take care of another person was beginning to irritate him and he was beating himself for bringing an injured man over, but... Too late now.

He made his way to him and knelt beside him, taking out his dagger to cut the bloodied cloth and get to work quicker.

Cleaning the wound was the first thing he did and thankfully he had cloth around to clean all the diluted blood as he gently poured water on the open cuts. The guy's reaction was as he expected, he frowned and hissed in pain, even while still passed out, beads of sweat rolling down his face and neck, a sheer layer of sweat on every visible patch of his skin due to the high fever.

He did what he could with what he had, was used to patching his wounds by himself and was fairly knowledgeable when it came to sewing stitches on deep open wounds, he just sort of hoped the guy would wake up soon enough.

"Yeah..." He mumbled into the quietness of the room he was in, leaning against the wall by the male's head, "You definitely owe me," he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, keeping a tight grip on his dagger, trusting his mind to keep him alert even in his sleep, just in case anything happened.

And right before falling asleep, that same wondering thought came across his mind.

Why didn't I kill him?

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Hours went past and the guy wasn't showing signs of waking up, however, he seemed to be getting better, slowly but surely, he wasn't looking as dead as he did, or well, he didn't seem like he had one foot in the grave anymore.

And maybe three days after finding him, he woke up. He couldn't do much besides lie down, his whole body was sore, throbbing from the pain and he had a massive headache, one like he'd never had before.

He frowned and tried to open his eyes, dreading the pain that would shoot through his head the moment he saw light, but that didn't happen. The room he was in was in complete darkness, and it felt warm, something that definitely put his senses on alert. This was not the cave he had managed to find while out in the desert, so... Where was he?

Slowly, he tried to his body around, but the stinging pain in his abdomen stopped him, making him lean back on the warm and comfy surface he was lying on and take a few deep breaths, struggling to ignore the pain and get his body to move. The situation was unknown and he didn't like being somewhere foreign, he couldn't shake the thought of having been captured after running away, so all he could think of was moving and leaving the place he was in.

Pushing through it and letting out grunts of various volumes, he sat up against the wall, feeling the sensation of his muscles constricting around his ribs, making it hard to breathe properly, but he had to move.

"Fu..ck.." His voice broke as it got out quiet and meek, his throat sore and parched definitely due to lack of hydration, and he cursed to himself. Both of his hands pressed down next to his hips, determined to get himself up on his feet and run away as far as he could once more, but...

The door opened.

Light from the outside invaded the space he was in, blinding him and making him cover his eyes with his arms, groaning at the sharp pain shooting from his eyes to his head.

"Holy fuck, you're awake," the voice he had was gravely and raspy, unlike any voice he's ever heard before, "Wasn't expecting it, honestly," feeling curious about this strange yet weirdly charming and soothing voice, he lowered his arm and looked at the stranger man standing in front of the door.

His body was surrounded by the evening orange glow of the sunset, making it seem like he had a golden aura around him, but thankfully, he closed the door behind him, and now he was able to observe him better.

He had messy yet well-kept hair, and it was two-coloured, something he didn't find strange anymore, he had a broken mask on his face which he didn't really pay close attention to. A big red jacket hung on his shoulders, reaching a few inches below his knees, and unzipped, revealing a toned body covered in scars, or so he guessed, judging by the visible ones on his chest.

But something about him seemed... Familiar.

His eyes trailed up and observed the mask a little bit better. Red jacket, broken mask, a... Great axe...

"Crimzon... Ruze..." He mumbled to himself, recognizing the man in front of him as what the people of Southern Elysium had called, the Greatest Monster Hunter.

The man turned to look at him, and for a moment, he froze in fear. He looked intimidating, although it probably was because he was still sitting on the ground while being stared down by someone as known as Crimzon Ruze.

He was expecting an angry response, as he always imagined the male being high and mighty due to his title, if not that, then maybe being ignored, but he didn't expect to hear him... Laughing.

"I don't need to introduce myself anymore, eh? That's great!" Surprisingly quiet footsteps approached him and he was suddenly crouched in front of him, "So, what's your name?"

He hesitated for a moment, staring at him and noticing the purple colour of his eye, showing through the opening of the mask, "Uh... (M/n)..."

He said as loud as he could, his throat itching and burning as he desperately needed water, but he was distracted by that thought as he watched Ruze reach his hand up to his mask, taking it off.

"Welcome to the Criminal's Cut!"

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Weirdly enough, (M/n) found himself having fun next to Ruze, even if all the hunter did was play pranks on him by getting inside insanely small spaces just to scare him. It was a nice time.

His injuries took a while to heal, but he got better after a week or so and now, he was dreading having to leave. To where? He didn't know, but he couldn't stay, and Ruze knew that. They had gotten closer and were what one would call friends, even though Ruze liked to say he didn't have friends and hated everyone equally, his actions showed how he cared for those close to him.

(M/n) had told Ruze the story of how he got lost and injured in the desert, how he had run away and wished to get anywhere safer than where he was, then he encountered corruptions beasts and without anything to defend himself, he ended up getting injured, despite managing to kill the beast that attacked him.

He had walked hours to get to that cave and that was the last thing he could remember, he even mentioned how he was sure he was gonna die, but... Here he is now, right? Alive.

Sharing that story made them feel close to each other, and Ruze warmed up to him enough to tell him the stories of a few of his scars, how they represented his wins and losses, how they showed mistakes he had done in the past, making him swear he would never let them happen again.

And even though they found some sort of comfort in being together as they had similar opinions and ways of living, (M/n) began to worry about staying so long in the tavern Ruze liked to crash in most days, he had mentioned something about knowing the owner and sort of working as a bodyguard for him whenever things got rough in the tavern with the drunkards during the day.

He was in almost perfect condition and didn't need to be taken care of anymore, his first thought was leaving and not to inconvenience anyone again, and especially not Ruze.

Many times before, he had stated to (M/n) that he "owed" him for saving his life, to which he would immediately laugh and say he didn't mean it, that he didn't owe him anything when he rescued him because he just couldn't let him die all alone in the Badlands.

And time and time again, (M/n) always responded to him that he didn't mind repaying him any way he needed, he didn't like owing anyone anything, so he was open to doing whatever Ruze told him to if it came to it.

Which takes us to now.

Ruze sighed as he heard (M/n) say the same thing again, and he placed his "stamina potion" down on the bar. He turned to look at the (h/c) haired male, who looked determined and happy to oblige to whatever Ruze may tell him to do, and knowing this, the bounty hunter stood up from his wooden stool, downed the last of his drink and grabbed his jacket.

"Come on," (M/n) blinked a few times and drank his water, getting up and silently following Ruze out of the tavern.

They walked for a couple hours, and (M/n) gave up asking where they were going after Ruze refused to tell him but the walk over wasn't bad, they were dressed appropriately to walk under the scorching sun out in the desert and Ruze always brought water with him, despite arguing that he barely ever drinks it.

He heard Ruze sigh and saw him tilt his head down, the tall neck of his jacket hiding half of his face and (M/n) wondered why that was, when he noticed a couple of lights in the distance and... A faint scream too?

What was happening over there?

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