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thewayuarent · 7 months

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Clothes in Only Friends

And how it let us know everything we need about Ray’s choice

God, do I love costume department working on Only Friends. There is so, so many fun and interesting things to notice - “talking” t-shirts (especially Boston’s), and Sand with yellow, and how TopMew started as “striped” couple - but one is vertical and the other is horizontal (is it about them being misreading each other? or is it about them crossing each other’s lives? idk), how Boeing appeared and we immediately see TopMew vibes all over him. How we can easily indicate each character individual style.

But my favorite thing is how the series uses style shifting to show what’s going on with characters without telling it out loud.

We have Nick, who was so obsessed in his jealousy, that he started to copy man he knew Boston was interested in. We see him coming back in terms with Boston, but we also see him learning to accept himself again - the way his style got back to his usual one, with green and blue colors and more boyish vibes. He’s not the same, because his experience changed him, but he is who he is, not a shadow of someone else.

We have Mew, who adapted Ray’s style and behavior because he was hurt, and he chooses to numb his pain, and he gets to the only person he thinks can help him with that. He’s coming back to his senses by the end of episode nine, but he’s still very Ray-coded, because he still didn’t figure out who he is or what he wants and he’s in the middle of his journey (I’m so waiting to see how it will turn out).

And we have Ray, and his example is so fascinating. Because if you look at Ray’s choices of clothing in episodes 8 and 9, you can actually predict everything happens. (I will exclude scenes from university cause, well, uniform)

His style screams Sand most part of the time, but it’s absolutely not about him wanting to adapt Sand’s life or look. It’s about him choosing Sand since the very beginning of his and Mew situationship. Because while Ray needs his time to realize everything about him and Mew and him and Sand, we know he already subconsciously made his choice. As well as we know Ray and Mew will never work out way before they are ready to admit it.

The talk. There a lot of things were said out loud for the first time in this scene that are every important. But this is also about what was shown to us - that the first time we see Ray and Mew as a “couple” is also the first time Ray chooses to wear something Sand-coded. Specifically something very similar to what Sand picked for him.

And there is something about Ray saying “I’m so happy when I’m with you” (can he hear himself? no, but really, it’s been two weeks and I’m still like, bro, for real?) while he stays here, wearing this shirt that looks like the one he wears at the night they were happy, and the night their relationship was damaged hard.

The bookshop. Here we see Ray way closer to his usual style, but not exactly. Ray is always extravagant, and attention grabbing, and using patterns, and lip gloss, and he is just that kind of person. But here he’s quiet. And monochrome. No make up, not patterns, no usual brightness. Mew looks more like Ray than Ray himself.

And this is indicating why their relationship with Mew is wrong - Ray is not fully himself, he adapts in a way Mew never asked him, actually, but he knows makes his presence more tolerable. He seems like himself, sure, but he doesn’t feels like himself.

The party. I made a post about is already - it’s just great example of Mew and Ray thinking they are on the same page while they are actually not even from the same book.

It’s all about toxicity, and pain, and dragging each other down instead of helping each other to stand.

The fight. This is my absolute favorite one. Because this whole conversation - absolutely unhealthy and terrible it is - is actually both of them realizing they will never work out.

And they try so, so hard. And I believe it’s really frustrating for both of them to accept they failed. And of course instead of talking it out they blames each other, and hurt each other. And of course they will manage thing well later - but this is their breaking point, right here.

And of course Ray, who is attentive enough to recognize Mew’s feelings for Top has no fucking idea about him spending this whole time with Sand written all over him. While Yo knows, and Mew knows, and everyone including my grandma knows - he himself is just not ready to allow himself to admit it.

The river. So, this scene, as well as next one, Ray wears not just Sand-coded clothes, but actual Sand’s clothes. But there is a difference.

Because this is the scene where Ray finally admits his feelings - but he’s able to do it only after Sand admits his. Because Ray is incredibly insecure, and incredibly drowned in self-hatred, because Ray always reaches towards people who give him attention and love. Because he can’t allow himself to go for such risk without assurance.

And he’s sitting here with Sand, and Sand is in bright blue color, while Ray is in his t-shirt, but dark, and black, and with “You Only Live Once” and he’s admitting - to Sand and himself - his feelings, but he doesn’t admit to himself that he’s already made his choice until the very next scene.

The choice. And they are sitting again, and that’s only two of them again, and Ray wears Sand’s t-shirt again, and this is very different.

Because this is not just occasional t-shirt. This is the one we saw Sand wears. This is the one that was on him the very same day Ray made an attempt to move on from Mew. The very same day Ray said “I want to know you better”, the very same day he invited himself in Sand’s life. The day they were probably very happy, even if way far from well communicated, the day that could become an indication of something new for them.

And he wears this t-shirt when he says something cheesy about “I will handle everything while I have you” and “Let me be the part of your dream” - the very same dream Sand told him about the very same day.

And it’s just painfully obvious that there is nothing about Mew on the picture anymore. Sand told him “I won’t wait for you” and Ray was like “You don’t need to, I’m already here”. Oh they’ll fuck it up so hard, won’t they?

The comeback. And like that, Ray’s style is back. Because Ray’s clothes don’t tell us story about trying to be someone else, but a story about wanting someone else.

And when he and Mew have this beautiful adult healthy conversation that I love the most we know that Ray is already accepted his choice - the one that Yo knows, and Mew knows, and everyone in this world actually kind of knows. And this is how we know that this painful arc of Ray and Mew being toxic disaster is finally over even before they say anything out loud. Just because Ray wears his style again.

#ofts #only friends the series #only friends #only friends meta #sandray #raymew #what can I say. I’m a sucker for style and unhealthy romance #does it guarantee happy ending? noooo #does it mean their relationship is healthy? noooooo #but yeah

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 10 months

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Every Color Illuminates

1200 Words for 1200 Followers #1

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to the 12-A-Palooza! This event is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me. Your support and kindness toward me and my writing is out of this world and I’m grateful for every last one of you! Kicking it off with a fun one today. I definitely just leaned HARD into this AU, so I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: none really, just a smidge of angst

Requested by: @haylzcyon - Song Choice: Spectrum - Character Choice: Marcus Pike (thank you SO MUCH for this one, Hayley!! I know he’s your numero uno, so I hope you enjoy this! 💚)

Summary: Your job keeps you surrounded by some of the most stunning pieces of art known to man. Too bad you can only see them - and the whole world for that matter - in black and white.

I need a break.

Closing your eyes, you sank into your chair and sighed. It was only 11:30, but you were considering taking your lunch an hour early. You had no meetings that day, and your next tour wasn’t until 2. None of the emails in your inbox were so time sensitive that they couldn’t wait for you to get back.

I need to clear my head.

The morning tour had been an inquisitive group, wringing you dry with questions and requests for detailed descriptions. They were precisely the kind of guests that you took the job as CA to accommodate - passionate, longing for connection, searching for understanding, new means of expression. You were proud to be the one to guide them, privileged to be the one that got to see them moved to tears when they found what they were looking for in the works in gilded frames or on marble pedestals. Art was a wide, wild world of beauty and sorrow, romance, revolution, pain and pleasure. The waters were deep for anyone to navigate, especially those who hadn’t matched and were limited to shades of gray.

You were grateful to be able to gift them color, even if only for a few moments. Even if it left you feeling drained and achingly alone sometimes.

As someone who still saw the world in grayscale, you were uniquely suited for the position. Everything that you knew about color had been painted for you by someone else, too. You were the first Graysight Color Ambassador that the National Gallery of Art had ever employed. If guest satisfaction surveys were any indication, you were also the best, Graysight or not.

You loved your job, even when it reminded you that out of everyone you’d ever met, none of them had been your match. None of them had made such an impact on your life that your eyes had opened to the full spectrum of light and color. For as good as you were at translating hues into feelings, you’d never actually seen or felt them yourself.

There were some days when you wondered if you ever would, or if you would remain in monochrome solitude forever.

Not all matches were romantic. They happened whenever two souls that were meant to share their lives with one another met. Sometimes they were instantaneous, a flood of shining color crashing through both of you the moment your match said your name or touched your skin for the first time. Other times it was gradual, grays giving way to muted tints until eventually they became red, blue, orange, green and every variation and combination.

You’d witnessed it happen, two people meeting for the first time at the museum - whether predetermined or by chance - and immediately being surrounded by colors, swaths of new sensations. You watched as people fell into one another’s arms, their faces seeming to glow with the knowledge that they had found their match, they had colored their world. And you were overjoyed for them when it happened - like it had that morning in your Graysight tour of the Rothko exhibit.

That didn’t make it easier, that happiness you felt for others who found their way out of the shadows while you were still relegated to them.

I just need to go for a walk.

You’d been in your office for less than five minutes, and were about to leave it again to take your break when you heard a knock. The director’s voice accompanied the sound, your name coming through the mahogany door that you knew was a reddish brown but could only see as grayish black. “Are you in there?”

Yes, but I don’t want to be.

Trying not to groan, you rubbed your eyes and nodded, giving your response. “Yeah, Michelle.” You dropped your hands to your desktop, releasing a breath.”Come on in.”

“Oh, good, I-” The door swung open and your boss appeared, her face falling when her eyes landed on yours. “You okay?” She came into your office and closed the door behind her, forehead furrowed in concern. “Your eyes are red.”

You waved one hand and gave her a smile that you hoped would cover the sting you still felt. “There was a match on the morning tour.” Rolling your still-watery eyes, you let out a stunted laugh. “Always gets me, you know?”

That seemed to be a good enough response, Michelle’s lop-sided frown being replaced by a grin. “Oh! Wonderful!”

“Yeah.” You nodded, melancholy still lingering in your chest. “It was.” Clearing your throat, you blinked. “I was thinking of taking my break early today, unless you needed something?”

Please say no.

“Actually-”

Fuck.

“I know you just finished the Rothko exhibit, and I know it’s hard for you to dive right back in, but-” She sucked air through her teeth. “There’s someone who needs a private tour ASAP, and I need you on this one.”

Your silence spoke for you, so she went on.

“The FBI is sending someone from their art crimes department.” She shook her head, gesturing with one hand. “They’re investigating a fraud case, but the Agent in charge isn’t familiar enough with real Rothkos to be able to spot the fakes, so he needs a crash course. Since we’re the closest museum currently showing the collection…” She trailed off, shrugging.

You tried not to wince. “Michelle, can’t Charlie or one of the regular guides take him through?”

She clicked her tongue. “Sorry, but it has to be you.” Before you could ask why, she continued. “The Agent requested our Graysight CA.”

That means…

You assumed someone working for the FBI’s art crimes division would have to have matched, would need to see color. But then, most people would say the same about you and your profession. It seemed that you had at least one thing in common.

“O-okay. What time?”

She tilted her head from one side to the other, giving you a sheepish look. “He’s here now.”

Oh.

Standing, you smoothed out your top - a blue one, or so the label told you. “Well, can’t keep the FBI waiting, right?”

You followed Michelle down to the roped off exhibit. “He’s right through there. When you’re finished, take the rest of the day off. Charlie can do your 2:00.”

With that she left, and then you saw him.

A tall, broad shouldered man in a dark suit walked towards you. Even from a distance you could tell that he had a kind face. His eyes started smiling before his lips did, but they caught up as soon as he was in front of you.

“Agent Marcus Pike.” He introduced himself, right hand extended for you to shake.

You smiled and told him your name.

But the moment he repeated it back to you, when your palms met, both of you gasped as the room around you exploded in prismatic color.

Brown. His eyes are brown.

“Marcus?” You whispered his name as purple and red swam in your peripheral, safe and warm overwhelming your thoughts. “I… don’t think you need me to-“

“No. I do.” He said your name again to send another shimmering rush through you. “I definitely do.”

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the-somwthing · 5 months

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LITTLE BIT OF UHH 3RD LIFE SCOTTISHBEANS I WROTE JUST NOW HEHEHE

Takes place in the last session (in an au where there’s like. More time between events than just an hour or so.)

This is supposed to be a later chapter of a fic I’m working on! I’m doing things out of order 😭 so there are references to scenes I haven’t yet written in it sorry it shouldn’t be THAT bad tbh. When I actually make the fic this chapter will likely be edited whenever it appears haha

SHIP: Scott/Joel

WORD COUNT: 2143

WARNINGS (mostly just things to be aware of): somewhat of neck kissing, implied sexual stuff (just thinking about it very vaguely), flower husbands is mentioned but Jimmy is dead, headcanon with 3L!red!Joel and his monochrome/red skin, once again references to scenes I have not written, it may feel rather ooc but that’s cuz this is meant to be a later chapter so they’re already fairly close, repressing/denying feelings (and some failing at that), some pessimism about the war, NO DIALOGUE (when I planned this out I was like “wait there’s no dialogue” and decided I’d take it as a challenge and really have just no dialogue)

❤️💛💚

The war had been rough for everyone. It kept all players on edge, no matter how indirect their involvement was. At this point, it was pick a side or die in the crossfire. Scott and Joel had chosen the Desert, but neither of them had much reason to be part of the conflict.

The two had spent the past few days together, constantly running, though Scott could hardly tell if they were running to survive or running to kill. Somewhat of a mix of both, he figured. No matter the reason, they were constantly running, and nice peaceful moments were hard to come by.

Then it happened. They lost their target, the enemy hadn’t seen them yet, they were alone in a remote part of the world. Scott was tired, the grass looked soft, and he flopped himself onto it. Joel was clearly still running on adrenaline despite accepting that it was break time, and so he practically jumped onto Scott, grabbed him, and rolled with him.

Scott had grown used to the annoying ways Joel would throw himself at Scott and jostle him around. He figured it was a red life thing. Jimmy had also become more physical after turning red, though never so aggressive. Through observing others, Scott knew that suppressing violent urges was harder for most reds than Jimmy made it look. Joel tackling Scott was clearly not an act of violence, rather an act of affection. He typically only did stuff like that when they had accomplished something, or at least had some fun.

This moment was the opposite of that. They lost their target, and usually Joel was frustrated at that. They weren’t having fun running, either; it was exhausting and anxiety-inducing. And yet, in what should’ve been a moment of catching their breaths and saying “better luck next time,” Joel had rolled in the grass with Scott.

It wasn’t just Joel who acted out of character in that moment, for Scott would usually tell Joel off for playing so rough with him. It was mostly in a friendly manner, as Scott didn’t mind too much, but it could be annoying when unexpected, like in this moment. But instead of doing that, Scott laughed. He held onto Joel, rolling with him, and laughed in delight.

The ground was rather flat, so they didn’t roll very far. Joel sat up next to Scott, giggling with him. Scott figured that if Joel wasn’t going to lay in the grass, he wouldn’t either, and sat up as well, feeling a little dizzy from all the movement.

Scott shook his head and briefly brushed his hair with his hands, hoping to remove any dirt or grass. It wasn’t a thorough job, so he had to hope he was lucky. He took a look at Joel’s hair, noticing that a few bits of grass had gotten tucked into his hair, enough to turn monochrome as well.

Scott managed to pull out one piece of grass before Joel swatted his hand away. Scott glared at Joel, who tried to glare back but was still smiling. Scott wasn’t sure what that was about, but rolled his eyes and pulled Joel closer to remove the grass from his hair.

He knew that touching Joel’s hair like this made Joel flustered, but it needed to be done. Besides, he couldn’t care about Joel’s expression when he was too busy observing how the grass would regain color when taken out of Joel’s hair. Sure, he had experimented with this phenomenon in the past (don’t think about the flower) but it was never not fun to witness.

Scott was finally finished (it shouldn’t have taken so long, but watching colors change can be so distracting…) and pulled away to get a full look at Joel. His face was about as red as he expected (red being the only color allowed on Joel’s body was pretty unfortunate because it made his blush very obvious… but Scott didn’t feel bad for him). The sight made Scott chuckle and ruffle Joel’s hair.

Joel had accepted this fate (it was obvious that he had, otherwise Scott wouldn’t have been able to remove the grass at all). He seemed annoyed and embarrassed, yet once Scott’s hand left his head he moved himself onto Scott’s lap.

This surprised Scott, but instead of showing it or becoming flustered and embarrassed, it just made him happy. He wrapped his arms around Joel at the same time Joel did, sighing contentedly. For some reason this made Joel laugh quietly, and laughter had felt quite contagious in this moment so Scott giggled back.

There was no reason for them to be doing this. It didn’t make sense. And yet, it felt so right. The world was falling apart around them, everyone knew it was endgame, there would be no peace. Scott and Joel had nothing left to hold onto, nothing left to fight for, but they had each other. They hadn’t had each other a week ago, in fact they were quite against each other. But in the last moments of the world, the only thing they had was each other. It should’ve been sad. It should’ve been awkward. But Scott was having a great time.

Scott cupped Joel’s face in his hands to look at him. Joel’s face showed that he was also enjoying his time with Scott. This moment felt perfect. It was the most perfect moment in the world. There was one thing his heart wanted to do. He leaned in and kissed Joel…

…on the cheek. They’re not in love! They’re not married! They were just two soldiers doing mindless battles together. A kiss on the cheek is enough for that- maybe even too much, really. They hadn’t even declared themselves friends yet (mostly that’s because there was no reason to. There would be nothing after the war worth having friends for).

But as Scott pulled away, he could feel it wasn’t enough. He knew it was enough, he thought it was maybe too much, but he felt that it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning in for another kiss: planted right on Joel’s other cheek. Surely that would be enough.

Of course, it wasn’t. Scott continued like this, kissing all over Joel’s face (never too close to the mouth) and thinking each time “that’s it. I’m done. That’s enough.” but never really feeling that. He failed to stop himself from kissing Joel, but was able to stop himself from kissing him on the lips.

The only person Scott had kissed was his husband, Jimmy. He couldn’t imagine doing that to anyone else. Even though Jimmy was dead, it didn’t make sense to Scott to move on so quickly. Well, with Jimmy it didn’t take long to fall in love either… no, no, what is this train of thought?! Scott loved Jimmy, so much. He did not love Joel, not at all. They were barely acquaintances. A few nights sleeping under the stars together couldn’t have changed that, right?

Scott could not bear the thought of moving on from Jimmy, which meant he couldn’t bear the thought of loving Joel, which meant he couldn’t bear the thought of kissing him on the lips. And yet, he needed to. Every quick kiss he planted onto Joel’s face didn’t satiate his desire at all. He wanted more, so much so that the rational part of his brain was struggling to stop him.

At this point, it was almost worse than just kissing Joel. An endless stream of kisses, all over his face (minus his mouth). That’s gotta be worse at this point, right? But Scott couldn’t stop. The part of Scott that didn’t want to make Joel uncomfortable noted that Joel hadn’t made even a noise of protest, and he knew that if Joel didn’t like this he would be shoved off instantly. The rest of Scott’s brain didn’t want to think of the implications of Joel liking this. Repressing feelings is much easier when it’s not mutual. If Joel had shoved Scott away, he wouldn’t be having this dilemma at all.

Scott had found a way to rationalize what he was doing. He just missed Jimmy so much, that he was desperate to give affection like he had with Jimmy. Surely, he would be acting like this to anybody, not just Joel. He even extended this rationality to Joel, deciding that he had just been so lonely this whole season that he would take affection from anyone, it had nothing to do with Scott.

None of this was true, but Scott held onto this idea. He wasn’t in love with Joel, he just missed Jimmy so much. Joel didn’t love Scott, he was just lonely (that one, at least, was more believable. Still not true). This is what Scott would tell himself any time he would think back to this moment. He would believe it, too, no matter how much his heart proved the theory wrong.

Scott had begun doing a circle of kisses around Joel’s face, starting from one cheek and going up from there, then to Joel’s forehead, then down to the other cheek. As previously mentioned he tried to stop himself each time, but obviously, it was never enough, and he had to complete the circle.

Once he reached Joel’s other cheek, he still wasn’t satisfied, and it technically wasn’t a circle unless he crossed over to the other cheek again. He would never kiss Joel on the mouth though, so he began kissing downwards, towards Joel’s chin. This is where things went wrong (or maybe right).

After Scott kissed Joel’s chin (kind of an awkward place to kiss, honestly) Joel had tilted his head up. Exposing his neck. Scott did not hesitate to press his lips against Joel’s neck. He did, however, hesitate to go much further than that. This much more intimate position snapped Scott out of his haze of wanting to kiss Joel.

His lips rested on Joel’s neck a moment longer, the moment Scott was trying to figure out what was going on. When he finally realized, he pulled away. Joel seemed to also take a moment to figure out what had happened before lowering his head. This made their eyes meet, and they stared at each other dumbfounded; like neither of them knew what was going on. Honestly, they probably didn’t. Everything that just transpired was so spontaneous.

Joel’s face was very red, and Scott imagined his own face wasn’t too different. Scott wanted to say something, but what? Sorry for almost kissing you on the neck? That was hardly Scott’s fault, Joel was the one who exposed his neck for Scott!! Sorry for NOT kissing you on the neck?! He’s recently been widowed! He can’t just go immediately kissing another man’s neck!

Why had Joel done that anyway?! Scott could hardly believe it. A red name who had spent a decent amount of time trying to kill him just exposed his neck to Scott. To kiss. Scott was a yellow name! Joel’s supposed to want to kill him, he did want to kill him in the past, but in this moment he had silently asked Scott to kiss his neck. And Scott almost did. God, what were they doing?!

Joel must’ve been really embarrassed, but Scott couldn’t tease him for it, not when he was also acting so… intimate. Scott tried to think back to figure out who started it, but the memory almost felt hazy and he got too embarrassed thinking about it so he gave up. It didn’t matter who started it anyway; they both indulged. Indulged quite a bit… what would’ve happened if Scott didn’t stop where he had? How far would they have gone?! Now this thought was too embarrassing for Scott to dwell on. Surely Joel wouldn’t have wanted to go THAT far…

After a while of staring at each other, Joel got off Scott’s lap and looked away. Wow, he was really embarrassed. He looked so small like this. Scott felt bad; having been the one who stopped that interaction he could at least pretend he didn’t want it. He wouldn’t do that to Joel, though. The only person he’d lie to about that is himself.

Scott laid down on the grass. It was incredibly awkward between the two, and neither could seem to say anything about it. It seemed best to just rest. Slow that heart rate to normal, breathe. This is what they should’ve been doing when they stopped in the field. Resting. Without touching.

Neither of them moved to interact with each other. Eventually, they got up to continue the war. Neither of them spoke of that moment ever again.

It was just a moment of weakness on both their parts; Joel being lonely and Scott missing Jimmy. They didn’t want each other. Not at all.

#trafficshipping #scottishbeans #3lsmp #erm. idk how to tag this lmao. it’s not even a popular ship at all I’m effed 😭#I literally made up the ship name myself 😭 the only other name I’ve heard for them is supernova which I love but there’s NO WAY we can use #it as a ship tag haha. feels almost like a duo name tbf slap duo at the end and boom ur good lol #oh wait there’s a different name that I swear only ppl who DONT ship it use lmao I’ll add that but can we use mine 🥺 scottishbeans ftw #majorbeans

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likesdoodling · 4 months

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It has been a while since I started digital art,

Quite a while.

So here is a 'progress over the last two years' since I gained access to a drawing tablet.

This is my first ever digitally illustrated piece- compared to my latest one-

So, a little bit different.

I do think my art took quite a jump around June 2022, when I took a break from my Steve comic strip, (for obvious reasons- it was about Technoblade's polar bear so...) and decided to try practicing gesture drawing to see if it helped my general anatomy knowledge. This is before,

And this next one is after.

The most obvious change here is that I switched to using thinner lines. There is a gap of about two months between these.

This was when I realised that you could improve art by practicing it (mind-blowing I know), and then started to do just that. Some other notable jumps forward would be when I discovered the airbrush-

Well, discovered a new method of shading with it anyway.

Then after that I had a few pictures that I actually still like, despite them being pretty old at this point, the one below is actually from September of 2022-

I mean, the hands are a bit iffy, but the rest looks alright. This was when I was going through a bit of a melanie martinez phase-

This next one was from January of 2023, I'd only just gotten into bungou stray dogs via some random memes on pinterest about this weird brown haired guy who had lots of bandages and who had this running gag with wanting to die- I actually looked him up at one point, but that didn't really explain much. The main one that I remember was 'life is short, so make it shorter, shorter than chuuya~'

Which at the time was just kind of confusing,

Then I watched the show and it made perfect sense.

I'd discovered ascendance of a bookworm in like, 2021, but I hadn't really been doing fanart of it since I was mainly doing dsmp related stuff and I kind of assumed nobody would know what on earth I was referencing. Turns out tumblr has a lot more bookworm fans than I orignally anticipated. Instagram still has no clue. I think maybe one person out of my followers on instagram knows what I'm on about-

Then we've got these two which I am still proud of btw-

The first one is from a dystopian/time travel fanfic called viridian.

The second one was after I learned about rim lighting. It was inspired by a song actually, 'crash' by noevaii. (and yes I found that song from a sad-ist animatic, it was cool) The character isn't anyone in particular. They're both from February 2023.

Then there's probably my most liked picture on instagram, (not tumblr, since tumblr knows about bsd and bookworm, but y'know. This was even sadder than I originally intended since the last half of my comic strip was finished AFTER everything happened)

Then the final conclusion of my Steve comic strip in May of 2023.

I don't think my art really changed much in between those, but eh.

Then I switched to doing a bunch of ascendance of a bookworm stuff to see what would happen and turns out there are way more fellow fans out there than I anticipated-

Then I guess my next breakthrough in tumblr popularity, (even if it might not have been a breakthrough in art skills necessarily) was when things went DOWN in the bsd fandom with chapter 109 and I did probably one of my most liked tumblr posts I have ever done-

If you want to see the rest of that, feel free to scroll down on my tumblr page, the original's like eight pages long-

This was before anyone knew what was going to happen btw.

I still think it's hilarious that I put in chuuya having contacts. My reasoning being, they're on a film set,

It was a pretty interesting exercise in shading in monochrome.

Then I started a 30 day art challenge in October that I didn't get past day six of, but it was still pretty fun. This is the best one of those-

After that I spent most of my time studying for the jlpt n5, so I didn't really do that much art related stuff,

This is one of the two non-commission related pictures that I finished over the two months after I kind of gave up on the art challenge. This one's from November,

Then I finally finished an art commission I'd been working on for the three months prior, as well as studying. Here is an example of the type of pictures I was doing for that,

Then I was occupied with christmas and birthday presents for my siblings, both my little sisters are into ascendance of a bookworm- (completely my fault I am proud to say) so I was able to do stuff related to that, here's a couple of snippets, but you guys don't get the colour version hehe

And one of them has also read the entire fma manga just like I have so-

Anyway, it's been quite a progression since I resolved to master digital art in 2021.

I reckon I've come a fair way since then. I mean. My art skills in general are way better than they used to be. The last two or three years have been pretty interesting.

Also-

Just had to include this one, I'm gonna do a more detailed version but still-

I think it's funny so I'm posting it here. Even if it's not really related to art progression-

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from-izzy · 3 months

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things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!

anon! this is such a fun ask! thank you so much for this one!! 😍

i'm doing the ones i've talked to enough (dm and/or on gcs) for me to (somewhat) answer this ask (sorry if i missed you or gave you something that doesn't suit you 😭) also limiting to fifteen (15) things or else we'll probably be here all day oop---

my obsession with alphabetical order strikes once again!!

honestly this became more of an appreciation post but 🥺

@astrae4

my child, cute round glasses, colourful heart shaped balloons and parties, 'i just go with the flow', energiser, miffy, light blue jeans, photobooths, wanderlust, 'paris! it's no longer just europe now', ice skating, falling gracefully despite being sick and swamped into 'sewer water' 😭, bakeries, caffeine in the form of daily matcha, doesn't like me as much as i thought she did

@cloverdaisies

black and white (with a splash of red), dynamic hair colour changes, black sleeveless satin dress, but also oversized monochromic shirts, a glass of wine one on hand, blurred pictures, mirror selfies with flash on, eyeliner wings, but also fruity and lovely, same age but so mature, 'guys it's due today and i haven't started', 'i knew you would come back with time' (🥺), juvenile, no emojis at all, sarcasm (not) detected most of the time (i'm gullible ok 😭)

@cupidjyu

my hyunjae bestie!!, bows and croquette, pink and white, picnic with flowers, toro inoue, spring breeze, texting and chatting during school times, 'i'm bored' (talking about class), thirteen-hour time zone difference (and my body clock makes it worse), 'sunwoo is cute!', but also 'hyunjae!', but also sleep >>> anything (including hyunjae 🙄), sexy brain (please gimme those braincells), going around in circles, 'why do you do this to yourself? sleep!'

@heemingyu

honey bee, distorted purple and white aesthetic, gilmore girls, late deep night talks, love and patience, three-leaf clover (shamrocks), the grinch filter, being a huge menace to society but still lovable so it's hard to really tell her off, in reality i love her more than she loves me, but i still give her silent treatment anyways, 'naur', economics and crying, missing the bus and then blaming it on me, black cat, izz instead of izzy 🥺

@justalildumpling

chaotic sibling energy, my no.1 bitch, casual night time walks, fearless, freedom, making videos during said walks, lovesick puppy, ohmyface by silichmasha on instagram, side eyes, selfies with a slightly tilted head, sometimes cutely gaped open mouth other times closed (either way it makes me wanna squish her cheeks most of the time), 'izzy i have tea! well...not really tea! actually no it's tea!', talking late into the night (well...the morning), sunlight and blue sky seeping into her blinds, 'come get unready with me!'

@littleroaes

pastel purple, pastel pink, pastel blue, basically fairy floss, innocence and beauty, supportive and real, very shy, long white dresses, flowers all around her dancing in the wind, but is also very funny, drawing reactions, sometimes talking in all caps, sometimes talking with lower caps, all the time very cute, sitting down at the beach and watching sunsets

@mosviqu

pink and white, scarfs and gloves, long-sleeved shirts paired with short skirts, long drives with dynamic playlists changes, and would ask her friends to go and make sure they have a great time, jamming out to a playlist at 3am (but she has a healthy sleep schedule so), that one friend who knows what to do, not afraid to express herself 99% of the time, the other 1% is just the world being mean, will always be a white cat, 'izzy i'm so proud of you', words of comfort, head pats!!, artistically talented, eric sohn's soulmate

@winterchimez

soulmates (but lives in the wrong country), ireland, loving mother vibes, but also tired mother vibes, sunrise vibes but specifically orange and yellow, hard worker, faith in god, quiet art museums but also bustling concert halls, turning bitterness in life into a lesson that can never be replaced and is always thankful for the opportunity even though the period of that life was hard, mental and physical resilience through crazy back to back schedules, videocalling on the bus/train on the way home, 'so/saur', my favourite purple jacket, music and piano are forever ally's vibe tbh, 'if i missed your call, i will always call you back'

@zzoguri

crying when seeing a friend, headphones all day every day, classy look, black top with light blue jeans, vintage camera film filter, journalism (it really does suit you), 'YEAH YEAH I GET YOU!', crying about uni (same tho 😭), gaming for hours, specifically valorant, my infj bestie, acoustic guitar vibes (ykwim?), 'you're so valid though', a distinct unique accent, jacob bae's partner

#💖 izzy answers your asks!#📣 izzy's tag games!#gill ⛸️🥇#clo 🎧🤍#yumi 🎀🧸#sana ☘️🐝#j 🦝🍚#dora 💌💜#bar 🫂💕#ally my soulmate ❄️🎶#moni 🫶🍊

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humblemooncat · 9 months

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I got one (1) good picture of Vikesh, so we're going with it. xD

Name: Vikesh Rathin, [Former] Captain of the Eclipse Race: Rava Viera Gender: Male (He/Him) Height: 7'2" (~221 cm) Age: 43 Eye Color: White, practically luminescent Hair Color: Black Canon Classes: WAR (Main), DNC (Co-Main), DRG, MCH, GNB, RDM, & FSH Data Center/Server: [Soon to be on] Crystal, Zalera Chocobo Name: Pavo Relationship Status: Taken (by Ymir, his former navigator; A stark white veena who was always said to be his counterbalance) Sexuality: Gay, Could be interested in a Polyship if the right person came along Personality: Gruff, blunt, and overall grumpy uncle energy; However, he's generally a sweetheart to those he trusts. He may be a bit hard to read most times, but it's very apparent when he's trying to be affectionate.

Fun Facts:

• Has M A J O R RBF and does not care to hide it. If you're close enough to him you'll know the RBF hides a kind, if blunt man. • Tends to work his dancing into how he works as a Warrior. Light on his feet when need be, not easy to hit which further aggravates his foes, and occasionally uses his big, fuck off axe like one would a pair of chakrams, throwing it spinning at his enemy. • Very confident. Always trying to uplift his friends. #1 Hype man for anyone he cares about. • Very dry humor. Half the time the scions can't tell if he's joking or not. He will move right along and not give them any indication most times. • Grew up with just his mother to look after him. She made a decent living as a seamstress in Radz-at-Han, and he wanted for nothing growing up, but he always held a resentment for the father he never knew. • Tends to wear monochrome colors (black & white, accented with gold) as it helped him to stand out against the vivid colors of Radz-at-Han. • His ship got its moniker due to the crew's preference to pillage at night. The boat was sailed in such a way where the only sign of its arrival was the disappearance of the moon on the waves and/or in the sky. • His father was actually his reason for getting into pirating. The man was a pirate himself, hailing from Yok Tural and sailing to and from the Cieldalaes. Vikesh wanted to earn some notoriety to maybe one day at least meet his old man. If not actively steal from him. • It was told to him some years later that his father, Kilian, was holed up in Yak T'el after having had a target on his back for years. (Yes, this is meant to be a push for him to go straight to Tural come 7.0)

#Vikesh #I have like no energy today #so I could only get the one shot #but rest assured I will get more later #Maybe I'll even make Ymir a model #<3 #Enjoy the former pirate captain bnuuy #I love he

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high-queen-of-exy · 2 years

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Would love some general Andrew headcanons, also if you have headcanons about specifically the Twinyards-and-Nicky dynamic while the twins were in high school would love to hear those

I woke up to like 3 asks omg I was very, very happy

First of all, Andrew is a fun example or "looks like he could kill you, would rather eat ice cream, but definitely could if provoked" and I think it's very fun

even when he isn't at palmetto, like when he's living in different cities and traveling a lot for his pro games, he still calls Bee twice a week

sometimes with Aaron if they're having issues, which by then are rarer but still happen, cus siblings

the only other people he bothered to keep in touch with are Kevin and Renee

She bullied him into getting a tattoo of his own, its a dagger with thorny roses around it, all monochrome, on his forearm, he gets it after his senior year, its wonderful, Kevin told him it was great and Andrew almost smiled at him

on the topic of smiling, he doesn't often, but when he does, he has a crooked smile, and its mostly teeth, and Neil loves it

The twins and Nicky because YES (I'm pulling these outta my ass rn, but know that I adore this)

First and foremost, both of them pretended not to know Nicky at any point in time ever. Mainly because they're both edgelords and here is their nice and flamboyant cousin, and they didn't want it to damper the vibes (y'know, of hostility and trauma)

In all honesty, it was mostly Aaron. I keep to my idea that he was actually pretty well-liked in high school before he met Andrew. he was always pretty quiet, but he was smart, and he didn't put up with anyone's bullshit, he'd get into arguments often, but if you weren't a dick then neither was he.

He stopped talking almost entirely after his mom died, both because of all the complicated feelings that brought, and because Andrew said he couldn't have friends anymore

Andrew showed up and immediately scared the shit out of everyone, so really, Aaron would've probably lost most of his friends regardless of this

Nicky can't cook, and these boys lived off of takeout or whatever Aaron made out of their scarce groceries

also, Aaron is the only one who CAN cook

(Andrew bakes!!!)

Tilda taught him, mostly cus she didn't wanna do it

Tilda was a forbidden name

as was Luther, Aaron mentioned him only once before Nicky got so red in the face trying not to cry that it just... wasn't

Nicky would have several meltdowns aver raising them, though never in front of them. They knew though

He's also the reason, or the final shove at least, that made Andrew forcibly get Aaron clean. Andrew was sick of Nicky feeling guilty about it

Anyways, yeah, the Andrew, some Nicky, and Twinyards, enjoy because everything about their whole thing makes me sad

#andrew minyard #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #aftg hc #aftg headcanon #all for the game #aftg #twinyards #minyard twins #neil josten #kevin day #renee walker #betsy dobson

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hanahaki-ghost · 6 months

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New soldiers of hate one shot

Magnus and Negative fight, I’ve never written a fight scene before sooo, that’s fun

May not be great but i did go back and fix spelling errors and what not before posting it so I’m improving

Story below

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They were locked in a stalemate, Magnus looked across the field at the monochrome tv headed man who held a sword made of a fears head in their hand. Magnus had hoped he never would’ve wound up in this position but here he was.

The figure across from him stood in front of a child, the child everyone there knew as Hero. Though over the last few months she had become more feared than loved, her caretaker having been feared since the beginning, at least once his colors were washed away.

“We don’t have to do this” he tries to say rolling up his sleeves in case things got messy, his coat off the the side to avoid any tears in it if things got physical.

He watched carefully as the monochrome tv who had become known as Negative gripped the sword tighter readying himself for a fight.

Negative suddenly surged forward like a puppet being tugged by its strings going to slash at Magnus only for a ribbon of light to catch his chained wrists and drag him back. He hoped to stay on the defensive as much as he could to avoid actual damage to his opponent.

He went to try and get higher ground to hopefully keep Negative from reaching him but before he could his legs were wrapped in golden vines keeping him grounded. Negative had managed to break from his bonds moving to attack again antenna bending as he did. Magnus managed to catch his arm but struggled to keep the blade from his prism as it was brought closer to him.

“Please RGB I know you’re in there and you don’t want to do this break her hold please” he said, carefully going to grab his chains with a ribbon of light noticing a hint of blue at the bottom of his screen. This gave Magnus some hope, that was… till Hero spoke up.

“N look out!” She called from across the field making Negative perk back up at the girls nickname for him only to be drug back by the light ribbon almost chocking him a static sound coming from his speakers as he eventually regained his footing though was soon wrapped up in light keeping him from moving though he still struggled, the little bit of hope in the form of the color blue now gone for the TVs casing.

He looked as hero got up to try and help Negative, when Magnus went to move he found he couldn’t as the gold vines still held him in place. Magnus moved to try and untangle his legs from the vines, first trying to carefully maneuver the vines and when that didn’t work tried to just rip them to get them off his legs eventually freeing himself unfortunately it seems Negative had gotten free as well because next thing he knew he was pinned to a tree with negative holding the collar of his shirt.

Negatives eye stared into Magnus’ prism as color frustratingly tangled inside as he tried to get away eventually grabbing on to Negatives head hoping he could possibly find a way to stop him by doing this. looking at the casing. He tried to reach for the off button though when he did negative grabbed his arm and twisted, threatening to break the appendage, this led to Magnus letting out a pained hiss.

Negative slammed the magician against the tree trying to knock him out, but also tried to keep him from messing with any of his dials of buttons. Though as he did this his grip on the arm loosened to get a better grip on what he was doing.

Hero watched the two from a distance, she frankly didn’t want either of them to get hurt but also knew she shouldn’t intervene, more so that, she couldn’t as hates invisible strings kept her from doing so. She hoped negative would get this over with quickly so she didn’t have to watch this scene much longer. Though froze up watching as the tv headed man suddenly fell backwards screen shutting off.

Magnus fell to his knees next to him trying to steady himself after getting his head slammed into the wall. Hero hesitantly took a step forward hands shaking a bit before she started running towards Negative and Magnus kneeling between them and upon seeing negative had simply had his power button pressed she calmed down but looked tensing up as Magnus got up looking to her.

He gently moved to place his hand on her shoulder “let’s go somewhere a bit safer for a while” he said and before hero could respond the three had teleported away to an area hate could not see and they could stay and rest for at least a short while as the monochrome of negative slowly shifted to the colors of RGB.

#tpoh #tpoh au #the soldiers of hate au #soldiers of hate au #tpoh hero #tpoh rgb #rgb tpoh #magnus0 #tpoh magnus #the property of hate negative #tpoh negative #the property of hate #tpoh hate #tpoh fanfiction

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freakylilnutjob · 1 year

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Thank you for tagging me @asxitxis!!

Nickname: I have about five for my “real name” and then Sam so six total I guess

Sign: Gemini

Height: 5’10”

Last thing I googled: how to make holey jeans

Song stuck in my head: it’s not even released or announced, it’s literally just a snippet, but I think it’s gonna be called Afterthought by The Band CAMINO, its on their tiktok and it’s been stuck in my head for DAYS l, but for an actual released song that’s stuck in my head it’s Lightning by Josie Dunne

Number of followers: ~340 last time I checked

Amount of sleep: about 7hrs last night but the quality was shit

Dream job: something music related/adjacent like sound engineer, concert production, concert photographer and also maybe writing on the side

Wearing: my “I want more berries and that funny feeling” teddy bear knock off Gucci shirt from Etsy and some jeans from H&M

Movies/books that summarize me: I Was Born For This, The Perks of Being A Wallflower, Solitaire, Empire Records, Pretty In Pink, The Breakfast Club

Favorite Song: oh god… I’m putting four: Lights Up by Harry Styles l, Home by cavetown, Haunted by The Band CAMINO, Mr. Bojangles by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

Favorite instrument: hmm probably guitar, I wish I knew how to play it

Aesthetic: Whimsigoth with a bit of cottage core and grunge

Favorite author: Alice Oseman

Random fun fact: I have an estheticians license

No pressure tags: @simplyjustsimping @potato-jem @charliespringsleftconverse @idealism-sits-in-prison @lokiawriter @songonthewind @rainbow-ace @that-monochrome-rainbow @yesterdayorcenturiesbefore and anyone else who wants to do it!

#I am incapable of choosing one fav song #I have a whole playlist of fav songs #this one was really fun #tagged

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mushroom-for-art · 1 year

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I am controlled by the movie au I swear XD sorry @oogaboogaspookyman I made ur monochrome boi a shy nervie boi (I nearly tried to at monochrome bastard there before going wait no XD that's wrong) Meanwhile May is big autistic.

Date?

The monochrome Mewtwo stood uncertainly at the door of his coworkers trailer, he didn't know why he was so nervous I mean he'd come here plenty of times before to fetch her for scenes, just to hang out and have their treat girl nights, to work out revenge plans, to watch movies together I mean it was fine he'd done this before he could do it again.

He raised his hand to knock before pulling it away pacing outside the front of her door, but this time it was different. It wasn't like a hang out, this time, well, he had romantic intentions. He wondered if he should not do it this way, just slip her a note discreetly, who was he to encroach on her personal space with his heart in his hand so to speak. That's not fair to her! And he didn't even know if she liked him, she was very confusing after all. She did like men supposedly and she wasn't as playful or jokey with any other male coworkers.

His heart fluttered thinking about how she leans into him when they walk together brushing against him, how she'd hold his arm though sometimes to menace him and make his life difficult. How she would grab his hands during behind the scenes movie interviews and wave their hands about, how when she laughs she leans into him hiding her face in him as she giggled and snorted. Or how when previewing their latest horror movie together she curled up into his side feeling comforted and safe squeezed against him while also asking what was happening despite being petrified of horrors, was a bit silly in a charming way, played a lead role in a horror movie and yet couldn't actually watch the actual horror.

He took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly, he did like her, she was exciting and charming and a breathtakingly refreshing change to the usual misery of show business. He sighed shortly, shaking off his hands and moved back to her door knocking softly.

"One momentooo~" Her singsong voice came as he heard her shuffle about towards the door, the lock clicked and opened and, her face was bright purple covered in some sort of spa mask, fuck, she must have been having a relax day with Matt, shit fuck stupid. He froze up as he stared at her as she looked back taking a moment to look confused before beaming at him.

"Hey! We were just doing face masks! Do you wanna join?!" Her tone was excited and easy and it breathed air back into his lungs as his shoulders relaxed.

"Um, I'd love to but I'm afraid I can't stay, May, I, was wondering if you'd. Well you can say no of course but it'd be nice if you'd like to accompany me tomorrow, I'd, like to go out together somewhere."

May blinked at him and smiled saying, "like out to town? You read my mind, I've been getting bored of being stuffed in here with movie scenes."

"Hey can I come?" Matt hollered from somewhere in the trailer, "oh that'd be so fun us three all going out together." She was beaming, smiling in excitement. He bit his inner lip, save her happiness and lose the date or save date and ruin her joy? God he hated these textbook drama misunderstandings, and he knew she did too. He debated, sighing softly.

"Well, um."

He struggled, why did he even start the sentence when he should've said yes. May seemed to notice his hesitation stepping down the step from her trailer door saying gently to him, "is that okay?" He met her eye and looked away.

"I, was kind of, I was hoping. Sorry let me start over, um."

He tried to think of a way of saying he wanted it to be a date with just them two without sounding like a jerk, he had no issue with Matt he just, didn't want him there. Like at all. He swallowed his concern knowing getting it out was the best course of action and he can deal with the fall out then before he lost his nerve and ended up missing his chance.

"A date. I was. Would you like, to go out together on a date, uh just us two, no Matt."

May blinked again, seeming surprised and he was ready for the earth to swallow him up whole.

"GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING BITCH!" Matts voice could be heard yelling from the inside, "YOU CUNT." May laughed awkwardly softly saying "uh I should, check with the council." He could feel his face heating up in embarrassment ready to just leave when she went inside, she touched his arm softly as she turned giving him a smile and gently squeezing his arm, "but, I think a date would be nice," her smile was genuine he could tell, she always bit her bottom lip showing parts of her front teeth in her bashful genuine smile. She let go of his arm stepping up into the trailer.

"WHAT THE FUCKS YOUR PROBLEM MATTY LAD?!" She unceremoniously yelled back at her brother. "YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU CRUSH STEALING LEMON WHORE! UNFUCKING BELIEVABLE. YOU BETTER SAY YES SINCE CLEARLY /I'M/ NOT GETTING ANY OF THAT!!"

May rolled her eyes backwards tilting her head back and smiling at monochrome before leaning back in to shout, "I WOULD IF YOU GAVE ME A FUCKING CHANCE SO SHUT YOUR FUCKING YAP!" She leant back away standing in the door frame before playfully jumping down the steps to be stood in front of monochrome once more who smiled shyly. "Council says it should be fine, my manager can go suck an egg if she wants me." Giving him a bold grin as he snorted softly, somewhat embarrassed and shy now he'd gone and done it and successfully bagged a date.

"Well! I will, come collect you tomorrow, uh early, does 8 sound good?"

She smiled and nodded saying "8 sounds fine, gives us the whoooole day together." He smiled bashfully at the thought as she held his hands and playfully leant back using him as support to emphasize her speaking, he could tell she was somewhat deflecting through humorous actions but he figured she may have just been shy, the wagging of her tail confirming his internal suspicions.

"I'll let you enjoy your night then, and I'll come here to collect you tomorrow for our date."

It sounded strange saying those words but it also felt weirdly nice. She smiled as she stood properly still holding his hands, tail still wagging. "Yea, yea, I, I'm excited for it, guess I'll take this time to pamper myself up all prutty for you." Her tone was genuine before falling into shy humor as she squeezed his hands fidgeting slightly with nerves and energy. He smiled softly bring her hands up to his mouth kissing her knuckles softly.

"You're already prutty, even with a bright purple face, but I'll bid you goodnight."

He could see her tail wagging furiously and in honesty he was having to concentrate quite hard to not wag his as he released her hands sensing she was getting a bit overstimulated as he bowed turned and quickly left the tip of his tail flicking rapidly like a rattlesnake.

As he walked away he heard her retreat back into her trailer, and the sound of her softly squeal screaming, hopefully in joy.

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"A DATE ! HE ASKED! ME! DATE! EH !" May squealed in overstimulated glee and confusion bouncing on the spot and flapping her arms about to get all the energy static and wiggles out of herself at the sheer, just sheerness of the situation. Matt lounged watching her with what could only be described as resting bitch face.

"I mean we're always bantering! And like! He's nice! He's always really friendly! And encouraging in scenes or how he comforts me during horror previews of our movies! And like! He's cool! Like! He's! And he's my friend, holy shit he does actually see me as a friend as well, MORE THAN in fact," she paced and did a little hop. "What the fuck?! Holy fuck, oh my god I have nothing good to wear oh christ he's gonna be so disappointed, he's gonna realise I'm a horrid little gremlin aahh shit fuck. Ah" she paced and jumped and ranted and raved, getting out her emotions and processing what happened and what it meant and what other things meant as they were processed with new context.

"Oh my god he was flirting!! Aaaah! I am fucking stupid! Fuck. OH HE PROBABLY THOUGHT I WAS FLIRTING!! Oh he's going to realize I'm so stupid and dense and crackers I dont get socializing," she wailed, waving and swaying her body before having to lie down on the floor on her back to preserve her face mask for much needed floor time as Matt continued to watch.

"Eh he's known you this long I think he realizes all this by now." Matt crunched into a pickle, "I mean he probably likes that your crackers." He nudged her lightly with his foot. "You're fine, I fucking hate you. But you're fine. I think actually this could be good for you, you haven't dated before it's a good-"

"OH GOD I'VE NEVER DATED BEFOREEEEEE!!!" May wailed from the floor as Matts expression fell flat.

"God you're fucking useless."

#My writing #Mewtwosona May #Mewtwo oc Matt #@oogaboogaspookymans oc #@oogaboogaspookymans monochrome beloved #Lmao u can tell I'm fond of movie au monochrome he's beloved now #May is the autistic frfr #May: *gets asked on a date.* May: holy shit he actually also saw me as a friend. BABY GIRL THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE TAKING FROM THIS???#I know she's jumping about and raving but she is in fact very excited!! Just also very confused and autistic! But very excited! XD #Matt is so fucking jealous lmao #Also monochrome u little charmer #Also me throwing in comedy cause lmao movie au is for funnies #I like them so fucking mucj #*gently holds*#Now excuse me while I try to figure out an actual fucking date for them XD #Fungal Spooks Studio

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crownshattered-arch · 1 year

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Continued from here with @monochrome-chaos~

Island...Imprisoned monsters...Tower...And a death-trap dungeon... The bluenette's fear was written plain on his face, but not for any reason one might assume. The story itself didn't scare him one bit--Idia found that barely anything considered "frightening" actually scared him--but the similarities it held in comparison to another place he knew... It made him very unnerved.

"O-Oh... Yeah, that s-sounds pretty c-cool...and s-scary..." It wasn't very fun to play a game of your own life, essentially, but no one else knew that about him. That's why it was best just to stay away from people. Don't make friends... It's much safer that way. This was why Idia felt quite thankful when the other student started to exclude himself.

"Y-Yeah, I should...head back to Ignihyde too...um... See you around, then?" Idia said with an awkward grin upon his lips. At least he met someone new who he wouldn't mind running into again. Everyone else at this school was just too much for the poor introvert. He needed someone he could relate to.

#⪡||⋇ [idia ic] ⋇||⪢#◢||⋇ queue ⋇||◣#◹||⋇ |twisted wonderland| ⋇||◸#⪡||⋇ interactions {alacai} ⋇||⪢#monochrome chaos

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alexandriteobscuraarchive · 1 year

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~"What is it Kariom? I heard you shout and---" The sahash trails off upon noticing the man's face, caught between aggression and pain. She knew not to ask, she knew to listen. "---Should we leave? I can stop Roui from crossing if I need to."

Foliage crunched and shifted underfoot as he passed, his body avoiding snarls of roots and reaching tree branches with a kind of automatic grace granted only through extreme familiarity. He needed to focus on the path. He needed to focus on Flynn and Bo. He needed to focus on home.

They---they being Kariom, Miche and Roui, furthest behind and full of understandable apprehension---hadn't even reached the boundary much less crossed it yet but the pull was unmistakable. This time, for sure. Kariom would make it back there this time and get some answers. Answers from Flynn, answers about Flynn, and---

"....!" A shift in the air just in front of him makes him stop abruptly and bite back a gasp; and for a singular blink the color of the world evaporated into black and gray until that infectious monochrome resolved itself into someone. Someone familiar. A woman stood before him on the path he was meant to carve with her lips split into a smile and with the only color breaking up the blacks and whites that made up her cold, slender form being a pair of crimson colored glasses. The hue of said glasses shifts in the now much dimmer light as she tilts her head at him, red transitioning into black and then back again, winking at him.

"Hello, 'Mr Bird'. Aren't you going to greet me?" Phollie knew he'd do no such thing but it was fun to tease him. It was cute when he snapped after something so futile. The STRUGGLES OF THE HELPLESS were always so entertaining, especially those who refused to acknowledge such things.

"If by 'greet you' you mean chase you off like the rotten thing that you are then sure." Kariom couldn't help himself---he takes a step forward, driven by the duality of the iciness filling his voice and the burning in his heart as if he meant to do just that and possibly more---but all his aggression earns is a laugh.

"My my, still a naughty boy I see! No manners whatsoever even after all of those tsourai teachings of yours! A shame, really." She's no fool, however, and despite her nonplussed response the being does shift further out of the half-blood's reach. "I just came to chat with you, you mean little boy! I wanted to see what kind of mess you were making and I must say, I'm not disappointed." Phollie gestures briefly over Kariom's shoulder and he, against his better judgement and seemingly compelled to do so by some unseen force---her, of course it's her---whips his head around to gaze at the two approaching sahash. Thankfully they're both too far off to actually see what was going on.

"Leave them out of it." Especially Roui----leave Roui out of it. If Kariom's tone was cold before it was completely frozen now; with each syllable full of a familiar hatred this being had no doubt heard many, many times before.

"Aww, and why's that 'Mr Bird'...? Don't feel like losing anyone else? Don't feel like watching as more hopeless mortals throw their lives away for you? Oh, I know----!" Phollie's grin distorts her face even more as she briskly snaps her fingers and then; in a move that makes Kariom stiffen to an almost painful degree, appears just over the top of his head. Her wings are outspread now, just so, with the tips of her feathers angled so that they arched over the half blood's head as if granting him shelter. Or encasing him in darkness. "You don't want to own up to how selfish you are, do you? You think if you PLAY THE MARTYR everyone will turn a blind eye to everything else! That won't stop anyone's suffering---"

She's not done speaking---her mouth is still moving, still forming words---and suddenly a pit of dread fills Kariom's stomach in that instant, the core of his very soul already knowing what she was about to say, no, what she was about to do. He needed to stop her. He needed to stop her at any cost. Anything but that. Anything but that. Anything but that----!

"----It didn't stop Milosh's suffering, did it? It didn't stop him from DYING FOR A SELFISH LITTLE BOY who can't even fulfill a measly promise----" Her words cut in an out, suddenly tarnished by a buzzing sound in the center of his head that seems to radiate towards every part of him. No. No. No! Milosh didn't feel that way!! He'd wanted---

Ahh, that voice---

It cut in an out, shifting, changing, becoming more and more familiar, as familiar as breathing, becoming his voice---

"D---!" Kariom shudders then---shudders violently---and any will he possessed broke for a single second, crumbling under some internal pressure working from the inside out. Coral, hands, roots, roots, roots, the same roots that had ripped his partner apart until he was barely recognizable. Those same roots sat within Kariom too---they were ENTWINED AROUND HIS GUTS, they ENCASED HIS HEART and pressed painfully, they CRAWLED UP HIS THROAT reaching desperately towards the light, long dead flowers seeking sunlight, moonlight, starlight, always starlight---

"---DON'T YOU DARE YOU WITCH!!! DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK HIS NAME TO ME!! DON'T YOU DARE USE HIM AGAINST ME!!!" Kariom charges then---blind to everything and everyone else, even the pain surging through him is briefly lost to his anger---and yet the half-blood's reaching hands grasp nothing but empty air and then sodden earth as he buckles, his body driven low by another, stronger spasm. He coughs once; a hard and painful cough that turns into a retch and then a gag as a veritable flood of ink pours out of his mouth and splatters on the ground---black dotted with white, dotted with those same damn flowers---mixing against brown mud. And still Phollie's voice echoes over him, wholly her own now, and right against his ear in a delicate whisper.

"I hope you enjoy listening to the stars tonight, Kariom. Maybe you'll hear something that will take all of this away from you....something that will take everything away to a place not even you can get it back...." A slender finger briefly traces its way along the nape of the man's neck causing him to heave and splutter again and then---

Gone. Phollie's presence is just....gone. It was as if he'd imagined her being there. His chest and throat loosen and he takes in a painful lungful of air in spite of the burn and the tears it inspires. Color returns next and then the rustling of foliage and then, lastly, a voice. Miche's voice.

Trembling almost feverishly Kariom somehow manages to get to his feet and wipes his mouth as hard as he can. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Inhale on one exhale on three.

"I thought...I thought I saw...." He can't catch his breath and he feels her coming closer which makes his body stiffen again. No. No. No. Not here. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Focus and breathe. Inhale on one exhale on three. "...Send him away. I can't hold the path." It wasn't exactly a lie, at least. His head hurt too much---everything hurt far too much---but his heart hurt most of all.

#I have to point out that this muse (alongside the other secret related muses) isn't public; you're getting her bc you're special #;;ask response: ic kariom #;;ask response: ic phollie #;;ask response: with squiggles #anonymous #long post #death mention tw #gore tw #emetophobia tw

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Warning for: a really unhealthy + bad relationship!! And slight blood!!

"Prince Whitney," she bowed her head slowly - just as she learnt to at the age of six. "It is an honor to be betrothed to you."

"Likewise, Princess Calpernia," he took a step closer to her, "I think we'll get along nicely."

"Yes," Calpernia smiled, kindly, bashfully even, "I'm sure of that. You will be a splendid king to my kingdom, my father has told me all about your-"

They talked for a few more minutes.

Prince Whitney droned on about a conflict that was arising, along with a swift battle plan he proposed to his father.

He wasn't the most fun to talk to. Certainly not like Asa, who treated her more human than anybody else - other than her dear sister - did.

She was a perfect daughter, an obedient eldest child who worshiped her parents every command.

It was a simple fact - this was her fate, and she will abide by it. If she was any bit unhappy? Well, she'd have to deal with it silently.

It was late at night, and she knew that she should've gone to bed by now, but it just felt so … unnatural to be sleeping next to him.

'This wasn't right,' she thought, contemplating on if she should get up to get a glass of water - if just to leave her reality for a moment.

Calpernia never cared much for love, but she at least wanted somebody who.. she didn't know, was like Asa; kind and compassionate, always ready with a hug, could ramble on about his idealistic ideas for the future for hours and she'd never get bored.

Unfortunately, Prince Whitney stirred awake, bleary-eyed and confused, by her ruffling in bed.

"Caper'ena," he slurred, "go to sleep. 'S late. Not good for y.. you to stay 'wake."

She froze, and then slowly relaxed. "Sorry, Whitney," she said softly. "Just have a lot on my mind."

He sat up right, his face strangely pink-tinted, which contrasted greatly across his pale skin. "Oh?" He adjusted his blanket, "well, tell me, because you 'eep on- just.. what is it?"

"I don't care, Calpernia." Prince Whitney sighed, as if he were having to deal with an extremely difficult child, "this is just an alliance. I don't have to listen to your wishes."

Calpernia felt rage bubbling underneath her skin, taking over any rational thought, "that doesn't mean you have to discard all of my thoughts for my kingdom."

Prince Whitney paused, his eyes narrowed into slits, as his lip curled downwards even further. "I am the king, and I am in charge," he said simply, "the Monochrome kingdom is much more advanced than yours, you must understand, which is why…"

'If this motherfucker doesn't stop talking, I am going to hurl him into the sun-'

Inhale.

Exhale.

Nope, the need to punt him is still there. Still, she must ignore it.

"Of course," she says sweetly, "I.. you're right, dear. So… correct. I will stand by happily. Maybe even bake some cookies while I'm at it."

Oops. Might Have let too much bitterness out. Even with her obvious display of resentment, Prince Whitney doesn't notice a thing. It's like he's never been actual … human interaction before.

'Strange,' she thinks, before she decides to leave with her hands trembling uncontrollably.

They were getting married soon. Too soon, even.

At the very least, Calpernia's parents are awfully proud of how far she's come. Charlotte - her baby sister - is safe from marriage, too.

He has a death grip on her wrist, snarling, "you're not going to see that- that guy!"

"I see whoever I like," she replied, trying to keep her temper in check.

"Not when it's detrimental to our reputation! What will people say when they see you and that… What was his name.. Asa? dallancing around? Frolicking the fields, perhaps?" He sneered.

How dare he. Implying that she'd cheat?!

"Let. Me. Go." Her jaw was so fixated that it felt like she was crushing her own teeth.

He did let go of her wrist, only for a second, until he grabbed her face, pulling them so close that she could feel his cold breath on her skin.

It was like he was a living corpse, uncaring to the people around him, dead in all but medical records.

"You're mine," he said, a hatred storming in his eyes. "You are my queen. You are what I've worked hard for- what I damn deserve. I won't be putting up with any resistance, nor any mockery."

Don't yell.

Don't curse.

Don't show any emotion except happiness at best, indifference at worst.

Don't get mad, be a good girl, why don't you, Calpernia?

Be a good daughter.

With all the force she could muster (which was actually a fairly strong amount, considering she'd always been a sickly child), Calpernia shoved him away, sending him stumbling on his own feet.

"What's wrong with you?" She gazed into his shocked eyes, wanting to say the most hurtful thing she could without breaking any of her rules, "I see why your family got rid of you the second they could."

She then ran out the door like lighting was on her trail - to the safest place (and person) she knew.

Asa listened to her cry, let her ruin his hospital shirt with her tears and he assured her it's been through worse. He rubbed her back in circular motions, mumbling under his breath, anything to make her feel better.

It was ridiculous, wasn't it? Her whole life was a big joke - she did everything she asked, always was kind, always was as perfect as she could be and then some more, but yet…

Yet her life just seemed to be in a downward spiral.

It couldn't get any worse, could it?

Calpernia, splattered with blood and a strong taste of iron in her mouth, cursed herself fully.

For the first time in her life, Calpernia screamed loud enough for people down the road to hear her, she almost revered in the pain she felt - sobbing in a miserable celebration of how much emotions could ruin a person.

Then, once she was finished, soul empty and eyes lost, Calpernia got herself up, and she muttered for only her ears, "I'm sorry, Mama, I'm sorry, Papa. I'm sorry for letting you down."

#cursed princess club #cross posted on ao3 #cpc oneshot #cpc angst #cpc Prez #cpc whitney

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helloo again from your psc secret santa! :)

I also think b&w + red is amazing (tho I personally tend to go more for some kind of warm shade of yellow; like little gold speckles in a sad monochrome world 😩👌)

and I feel you about the age thing :') usually my own age doesn't bother me so much but then I remember things like 'my little brother turned 18 this year' and it's like...nO he didn't?! stOP the passage of time PLS!!?

the book you mentioned sound so interesting!! 👀 who knew I would get reading recs out of secret santa hehe (definitely not complaining tho!)

and, um, nah...I don't think I've quite mastered typography either :') I feel like I always end up doing the same boring thing lol...but I'm gonna see if I can include some transitions in your gift, that would be fun! ;)

cat, at this point I feel like we're the same person basically because, guess what, I also love me an unhinged woman and also really messed up morally grey characters in general 🙏 basically people who would be absolutely horrible to be around irl but I sure love to watch them descend into madness aaahhh

I actually don't have any more gift related questions for you rn and hope to post your gift asap but maybe tell me if you have any exciting plans for this upcoming weekend? or are you still swamped with school? either way, I hope you're hanging in there! sending good vibes and much love! 😎🎅💕

omg i missed this! hi santa <3

oooooh warm shade of yellow? one single thread of gold tied me to you... in some sense i can't wait to find out who you are so i can check out your gold-speckled creations!!!

honestly it's been so fun talking to you bc as you've said we're the same person!! i feel like as much as sometimes it's just comforting to get into something that i know is safe and good, it's also really cool to try and tackle things that are less comfortable! people are fucked up by nature and it's interesting to see how we navigate that and learn to live around it. also perfect characters do not drive conflict, and without conflict there can be no plot... so often the most fucked up characters are the most interesting!

about the gift, please don't worry about when you post or what kind of effects etc you're going to include aaaa i'm really not picky! typography is so hard and most things are so hard and life. is just hard. so i'm just happy to be on the receiving end of anything aaaaa

how have you been? has life been good to you so far this month? i've still got one last assignment (that i don't really have motivation for rip) but i'm hanging in there! i guess my main plan is just to get it done so i can finally relax a little, and maybe get cracking writing christmas cards... what about you?

either way i've had such a great time talking to you and i have a feeling we'd be fast friends!! take your time sweetheart ily <3

#psc secret santa 22 #text #anon #cat replies

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5 Times

Pairing: Damnation!Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warning(s): None

*****

4 times Leon didn't confess his love and 1 time he did.

One

It was the giggles that sailed upon your boat, the laughter, the smiles. You both saw the funny in everything and that was your bond. You could be serious too; you loved deeply of others more than what was generally accepted. So you guessed the humor was how you let out the tension that kind of love brings. In those silly moments you were perfect, and they were the sweetness you needed in rough times. That's what friends do, right? It's the love that makes doors in emotional brick walls, the love that makes everything possible.

That's what Leon always thought. It was so cordial and unique in a way that he felt like what he valued so much was somehow outlandish and alien. He couldn't distinguish what comes out of him whenever you were with him and every tingle that raises hills on his skin was a puzzle he was unable to solve.

"I'll see you around," you mumbled against his chest.

"Yep." Leon unwrapped his arms around you albeit slowly, reluctant for some reason, and smiled through his pursed lips. "I'll see you around."

He watched as you wended your way from his house and into your home, a teasing tug pulling his lips at the ghost of your own against his cheek.

Two

Under the dim lights and the colorful ornamentations, your raiment sparkled against the gleam, catching the eye of many guests, predominantly Leon. You looked like a princess wearing a headband that imitated a crown, a top and a pair of pants embellished with a winking glint that could be mistaken as diamonds from afar, and heeled leather boots that comically made you look tall. Your hair was in a loose and messy braid with a few strands hanging just beside your face and a light chain that twisted along your H/L H/C locks.

Leon was in awe, no doubt. His focus was glued to your appearance. Even when his friends were making random conversations with him, he found it unbearably hard to keep his icy blues away from you.

"You should just ask her out, you know. You've been staring at her with heart eyes the entire night," Chris spoke as he followed the trail of Leon's gaze towards you.

Leon broke away from his stupor and shook his head at the man's voice, his blood rushing towards his neck and face.

"What? No, no. You're mistaken. I-I don't like her like that."

"You sure? Last time we were drunk you were yelling about how much you love her right into my ear."

"We were drunk, Chris."

"And? What's that saying again? A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts?" Chris simpered as Leon's eyes widened in surprise.

"What? Th-that's not true!" He denied.

"Mhm, sure. Anyway, my girlfriend's probably looking for me now," the taller and bulkier man said. "At least ask her to dance."

As Chris' footsteps faded away into the beat of the music, Leon thought about what he had said.

Did he actually like her, or was it just something he was confusing himself with? Either way, you were still a treasured dear to him and whether or not his heart was romantically beating for you, he would still value you the same, although he would probably be a bit clingier if you did end up together.

For now, he'll just ask you for a dance, go with the flow, and see what happens.

Three

The night rode in on a horse of pure midnight velvet, beckoned by the stars under the glow of a full moon. As the colors of the day rested, perhaps dreamt of the morrow, the forest became its monochrome beauty, darkened greens and golds that made an ever-changing, ever-present puzzle, question and answer united.

Fire danced beside you as you and Leon laid against under the constellation of stars and talked the night away, smiling and laughing at every jest that was told.

It felt pleasant to be in his arms and he felt warmth as a wild heart beat in his bars.

"This one," you began, leading his fingers towards a raised and silvery part of your skin, "I got this when I was younger. I got stabbed by a pencil."

"A pencil?"

"Yeah. My friend and I got into a fight and it was buried, like, 3-fucking-inches inside of me. And holy shit, my teacher didn't fucking notice it while I was bleeding profusely. I was leaking hamburger helper!"

Leon busted a gut and pulled you towards him even more as he shook in laughter.

You went on and on about the most absurd things that had happen during your childhood until you lost all energy and eventually fell asleep in Leon's arms.

You looked peaceful, he thought. Your face was so serene as if nothing had really affected you in any way. The world was cruel, but you only sought for the brighter side and stood along it with your back turned to the hell it truly bore. Your lips were parted lightly, and hair just a tad bit messy from all the exaggerated movements you'd done while telling your stories and tossing your head back while laughing. A part of your skin was showing as your top rode up, and he couldn't the blush that crawled up to his face when realized his hand was rested on that patch of skin.

He smiled.

Maybe he did like you, or love you. If his admiration wasn't enough, then his heart reassured him.

Four

"Oh, fuck!"

You swam away from Leon as fast as your arms and legs could fight against the water as he chased you, muscles and quads aiding him. Compared to you, he was more skilled in this type of stuff while you had chicken legs with barely anything of assistance. So it was no surprise when he caught up to you with spider hands and wrapped his arms around your waist. He tickled your stomach, the bareness of it making the stimulation all the more patent and making you guffaw while squirming in his arms.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" You cried in between laughter. You turned around to face him when you felt his hands making a stop against the side of torso and looked at the wonders of his eyes steadily and intensely.

You didn't notice it, but Leon's breath hitched at the proximity of your faces, the hot air that flew out of your nose hitting the droplets on his face. You were in a daze. Both of you. It felt so intimate and bona fide that for a second that was your only reality.

Your fingers trailed up his chest, neck, and finally his cheek, and for a moment, your hand was still on his face with only your thumb moving to stroke the scar that was stripped away from his hair. Leon furrowed his brows. The inside of your lip was lightly bitten as you thought about your next action for a moment. But decided that fuck it, life is short. If he felt the same way than congrats! But if he didn't, well, it's either he'll pull away or kiss back with no purpose. And hey, what's the matter with making out with your best friend?

And so, you drew a bit closer, albeit rather slowly in case Leon wanted to pull away. But seeing as he was copying your motions, you saw his intention and pressed your lips against his in a shy lip-lock.

Five

Leon tugged on his tie as he looked at the people dancing around inside of the venue, his heart doing a little dance of its own when he saw you smiling with the crowd.

He blew a sigh, the breeze intertwining with the air. He could see the party from the balcony: flashes of different color schemes, the swaying of dresses as the women moved, the chattering of people as they drank the glasses of champagne. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe this was all about you and him; two souls entwined by love.

"I see you didn't invite me," a sultry and velvety voice said from beside him. He knew who it was and it didn't faze him anymore to see her appearing uninvited as she always did.

"What are you doing here, Ada?"

"What, I can't go see two of my favorite people anymore?"

"Well, it always ended in a mess, anyway, so what's the point." Ada chuckled in response and leaned back against the railing, the smile her giggling left still ghosting on her face. It was all jokes, fun, and games to her for a moment until she turned serious and gazed at you from a distance where you couldn't notice.

"Take care of each other, Leon. You both are worth more than what you give yourselves credit for," she muttered. "I wish I could've given her the life you're giving to her now. But I can't, and I'll remain like this until I die."

In the depths of her mind, Ada reminisced on the time when she was in Leon's position. She gave the love you needed and wanted, and cared for you in so many ways. But she was a mercenary, a wanted one at that, and she knew that one day, everything would be thrown into a void or burned until it turned to ashes. So, she broke what you had off and handed you to Leon where he could give you a better life.

Leon couldn't say anything. It seemed rude and odd but he remembered when you knocked on his door, drenched in rain water and sobbing everything from your chest. It hurt to see you like that. And so, he promised. He promised to be the best husband he could ever be and shower you with everything he could give you.

"Leon!" Your voice rang out as you ran towards him with a wide smile on your face, startling the both of them.

Leon turned towards where Ada stood but saw that she was gone as if she was nothing but an apparition that was made by his mind.

He was befuddled for a moment, pondering about his encounter with the woman, but found his heart racing as you came closer to him.

What transpired was long forgotten and all the world could see how Leon mimicked the smile that defined the joy you brought to him. He was just happy to share such a beautiful moment with you and he optimistically wondered about what was ahead of you.

He pulled you towards him and spun you around as he battered your face with kisses, whispering 'I love you's and so many more sweet nothings against your cheeks while you laughed in his arms.

Hidden within the shadows was the raven-haired woman, imitating their smiles as she watched the intimacy from afar. She felt like her mission was done and although it hurt, she was thankful for what she'd done. Leon was going to give you the life you deserved and he was going to fill the holes she'd left.

*****

This was rushed. Lol. And I'm using my phone. How was it tho?

This was the outfit I had in mind. Feel free to change it though.

#leonkennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon+kennedy+imagine #leon+kennedy+fanfic #leon kennedy imagines #leon s kennedy x reader #leonxreader #resident evil #leon+s+kennedy+x+reader #resident evil fanfic #resident evil x reader #resident evil damnation

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