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it’s my babies’ day (and yes i stared directly at the sun)
stupid bonus
#pulled this sketch out and decided to simply color it#but alas i got carried away#i’m having oc brainrot#conveniently on the solar eclipse day too#oc#ocs#my ocs#oc art#original character#original characters#character drawing
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physical therapy part 4
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It takes some time, but finally, Dream's hand starts to feel better when he's painting. Granted, his grip strength still needs some work, and he's had to adjust the way he holds a brush to accommodate the lingering stiffness he gets in some of his fingers, but he's finding it hard to care when a few months ago he couldn't draw a straight line without it turning into a scribble. He'd known Hob was good at his job, but it still feels like a miracle.
The only downside is that once he makes enough progress Hob will surely decide to end their sessions. And while he had said that he liked Dream, that he cared about Dream... Dream is finding it hard to feel assured of those feelings. Someone's feelings can change on a dime, and it's impossible to predict.
But finally the day does come when Hob deems him progressed enough to simply continue his exercises at home. "At this point I think you've regained enough mobility that it's just a matter of gradually increasing how much you're using your hand," he says. "You've made a ton of progress."
"Have I?" Dream is less sure. Some things are certainly easier now, like doing tasks around the house, and picking things up. Art is another matter. Though perhaps he is simply making excuses because he doesn't want to stop seeing Hob.
"Yeah, look." Hob pulls out a folder from amongst his files, and shows Dream several sketches--the ones Dream's made in session, which he's apparently kept. Dream picks up the oldest sketch, the cats he'd doodled at his first appointment. They're shaky and uneven, like something he might have drawn when he was barely four. He supposes he can't deny the progress since then. He's torn between wanting to tear the drawing up, for it's too wretched a reminder--and wanting to hold it close to his chest.
"It's not that I think there's no more room for improvement, or anything," Hob says. "I just don't think continuing these frequent sessions is going to offer more than a marginal benefit."
Dream thinks that the benefit he is receiving at this point is more in being able to look forward to seeing Hob each week, than the physical therapy itself. He needs something to look forward to. He's put Hob's objectively terrible finger painting on his fridge. It's still the only spot of color in his empty flat. He needs that.
"So," Hob continues, "I thought I'd take you out to celebrate."
That pulls Dream from his head. "You... will?"
Hob winks at him. "Promised you, didn't I?"
Yes. Dream supposes he had promised that if Dream's feelings held true Hob would act on them. Is that what he's doing? Dream's growing disappointment swiftly morphs into something else. Hope.
"I--" he swallows hard. "I. Would like that." It's still strange, to have something he wants. And to feel like it may be okay to express it.
"Perfect." Hob grins, gets up, holds out a hand.
"Now?"
"You got somewhere else to be?"
Dream never has anywhere else to be, and doubts he would go there if he did. He takes Hob's hand.
Hob takes him to a Chinese restaurant nearby, and Dream looks at him suspiciously as Hob passes him a pair of chopsticks with a cheeky grin. "Now you are just testing me."
"Yup. 'Course if you can't use chopsticks in the first place then it's moot."
Dream can use chopsticks. Could. No, can. Death would say that he should think positively.
So he takes the chopsticks.
Once their food comes, Hob, the absolute bastard, puts down his own chopsticks and picks up a fork instead. And Dream knows, somehow he just knows, that it's not because he can't use them. He's teasing Dream. Or perhaps ensuring that Dream won't compare himself if he struggles. Or both.
He should feel hurt by the teasing but... somehow he's not.
"See?" Hob says when Dream manages to eat his noodles with the chopsticks. It's... not that hard. It doesn't even hurt. Maybe Hob is better at his job than Dream even thought.
It makes him tear up. Such a silly, small thing to start crying over when he's barely cried at all, even when he'd first hurt his hand.
"Hey, it's okay," Hob soothes him, wiping away Dream's tears with his thumb. "I think the noodles are salty enough without the addition of tears, hm?"
Dream laughs, wiping at his eyes when the tears keep falling. "Good tears," he manages to say.
"I know," Hob says, and smiles at him.
Dream surprises himself by having an actually nice time. He hasn't had a nice time doing something in so long. It feels good. He doesn't want it to end.
Of course, it does end, and he finds himself lingering outside the restaurant, hesitant to go home. Particularly as he no longer has a set time when he will see Hob. He feels aimless without that, but. It is hard to ask.
"Dream..." Hob starts, likewise lingering in front of the restaurant. The lights of the signage above cast his face in shades of violet. Dream has thought him handsome before, but never so much as now.
Hob hesitates over what to say, then finally just steps over to him. "Come here."
And before Dream can decide how to react, Hob folds him into a hug.
Dream goes still on instinct. Then, gradually, relaxes into Hob's strong hold. He... can't remember the last time someone hugged him.
He lets himself tuck his face into Hob's shoulder.
"Hey," Hob says. His voice is so close to Dream's ear now. "I'm proud of you."
Dream hears himself make a tiny whimpering sound. He. He does not know how to be proud of himself. He thinks he would only be proud of himself if he could go back in time and stop himself from getting in that terrible relationship to begin with. But he does like how it sounds when Hob says it.
Hob gives him one more squeeze, then, disappointingly, releases him. "I almost forgot. I have something for you."
He digs around in his bag and comes back with a box that looks rather like art supplies of some kind. "It's modelling clay," he explains. "So you can play around and work on your hand without just doing, you know, boring exercises all the time."
Hob is too considerate of him, truly. Dream holds the box close.
"You okay to get home?" Hob asks, and Dream nods. His ex has not bothered him again, and Dream is now hopeful that he won't. Though that does not necessarily mean he doesn't want Hob to follow him home.
"Good," Hob says. Then, while Dream is still thinking about the hug and the clay and everything else, Hob leans in and kisses his cheek. "Goodnight, Dream."
Dream stands paralyzed until Hob is gone, and it's only then that he realizes he failed to set another time for them to meet. He supposes he does have Hob's office contact info. Still, it is disappointing not to have something to look forward to.
But when he gets home, and opens the box of clay, he finds a note inside. It has the name of a coffee shop, and Tuesday, 3pm?, and Hob's personal number. At first he's confused. Why wouldn't Hob simply ask him while they were together? And then he realizes that Hob must be trying to give him a chance to comfortably back out if he wants to by letting him decide in private. It makes him want to cry again. Hob truly is too considerate of him.
But he takes out his phone and types in Hob's number, and a simple reply. Yes.
#a singular chapter in which dream has a good time!#physical therapy fic#dreamling#my writing#bit of a time jump bc i dont think i have it in me to write one billion physical therapy sessions XD like they gotta kiss sometime#long post
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His Eyes
Mihawk x gn!reader
Summary: you may dislike eye contact, but that doesn’t make his eyes any less mesmerizing
Content: some fluff, a little romance. They’re on a mission. Reader is autistic.
A/N: this is a shorter piece, just a snippet of an idea really, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. So now I’m making you all think about it too! Like all my stories, Mihawk is based on a mix of his live action personality, and the little bit I know from watching some of the anime and reading the manga quite literally years ago.
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Dracule Mihawk. A great warlord of sea. A man so powerful that his very presence makes others stop and step back wherever he goes, who can freeze a person in place with just his intense, piercing gaze.
You love his gaze.
You love the color of his eyes, the way that lantern light plays across the striking yellow, bringing out those hints of gold. You love the shape of them, the way his eyebrows furrow, that little line that forms above his nose when he’s so focused. You love how he can seem to command a room with his gaze alone.
His eyes are mesmerizing.
“How is it you can stare at me, yet request I avoid the same?”
His words send a shiver through you, one that strengthens as he turns that gaze briefly your way. His arm is is draped carefully across the back of the tavern booth, his fingers just brushing your shoulder.
You shrug and smile—just a little smile, the one you practiced because you know it secretly makes him pleased, even if smiling doesn’t come naturally to you.
“It’s not like I command you,” you tease, even as you draw your knees closer to your chest to better balance your sketchbook and lean slightly into him. You like sitting like this, both because it lets you naturally look away when he does decide to stare at you, and because you love the feeling of his nearness as you lean slightly into his side.
“Hmm.” He turns his gaze away. You quickly peak up at him and are pleased to see the slightest twitch to his own lips, a hint of his own smile.
He’ll never show it, not here in this tavern where every other person subtly watches him. But it’s there, and you’ve enjoyed drawing it out of him since you started working together as temporary partners. Especially since you started to be something more…
You turn back to your own work, drawing your fountain pen across the thick sketchbook paper.
A line here. A small adjustment there. You let yourself fall into the art, even as you listen to the conversations murmuring around you.
The din of voices can be overwhelming at times, painful even when so many noises echo together, but useful. You’ve learned ways to manage it, found tools to let you block out the sound when it’s too much and learned how to sort through the sounds when you do have the energy for it.  Now you sit and listen, letting your art pull you slightly away from it all, even as snippets of conversation come and go.
“…can’t believe that seller cheated me! I…”
“…Mihawk here…?”
“…will drink you under the table…”
“…think Garp sent him? Does he know we…”
You still your pen, glancing only slightly up from the page. That conversation was from not too far away. The targets.
“You noticed them too,” comments Mihawk, in that eternally bored, yet oh so confident tone.
“What now?” you ask, turning your gaze back to your sketchbook. “Capture them here or flush them out?”
If you were working alone, you would probably wait for them to leave on their own, then follow them and complete the mission once away from all the noise and bustle of the tavern. But it’s fun to work Mihawk’s way as well, to see just what it is that makes him so simultaneously feared and respected. You find it fascinating how he toys with his targets at times, as if a job is simply a game to him. 
“It has been quiet lately. A chase might be entertaining.”
You grin, even as you carefully try to capture a slight shimmer of light in your sketch. 
This is the part you find so fascinating.
The way he can inspire or horrify people with just a glance. The way he moves so carefully and intentionally through his work, even as he sometimes treats it as a way to relieve the boredom of being truly the best. The way he knows how good he is, knows his power and wears it like a cloak.
You know the moment he turns his gaze from a casual analysis of the room to a hunter spotting its prey. 
It’s in the slight gasps as that muted conversation staggers to a halt. The sharp sense of fear that drifts through the tavern. The way Mihawk’s intense gaze cuts straight through the crowded tables and towards the targets, even as everyone else breathes in relief that it’s not aimed at them.
You’ve done this just enough times now to know that soon your targets will try to leave, try to flee.
Then it will be time to act.
For now though, you enjoy leaning into your warlord, carefully drawing your pen across a sketchbook page as you capture the dangerous beauty of his vivid eyes.
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A Mountain of Sweets
(a @journey-to-the-au fic) Tea Trouble part 1
Ok! This is a part one of two- yes I did it again I wrote something that’s a biiiiit longer then I want to subject y’all to in one post- so I had to split it. ENJOY!
Today would be glorious.
Earth Reaching Willow had to make sure everything went perfect. She had woken early, disentangling herself from her cuddle buddy of Wukong, Pear and several new babies who had begged for a story and had fallen asleep on Willows arms and in her hair. She dressed simply and made her way to the kitchen to help get a head start.
Her sisters were coming to visit.
All six sisters.
Everything had to be perfect, it would go perfect. It would go amazingly well. Willow had already started upon the tea cakes and tarts, picking the best peach jams and stuffings. Willow selected the finest green tea brand. Willow pulled the tea set gifted to her from Guanyin on her Wedding day, a spectacular peace of simple white porcelain laced and decorated in blossoms. She grabbed the finest tray and collected the sweetest teacups. When the teacakes and tarts finished she settled herself into the work going through the cold storages and ice boxes for the best fruits and seeds to fry. A plethora of moon tea cakes, of coconut cakes, and bean cakes was slowly being created. Willow roasted pine nuts, she fried small breads and cut the cold stored fruit into harmonious shapes of lotus blossoms and stars.
All seven sisters were coming to visit Flower Fruit Mountain. Stress strung her tighter then a bow for two reasons. The first of course was to impress. Her sisters would finally see how beautiful the world is here, to see how the Earth was not something to turn their nose up at. It was a paradise that consistently changed, that surprised her with every hand painted dawn and new sketched night. No two days were the same, no two phases of the moon were similar. The world was cast in shades and colors and music that Willow hoped- that she prayed - her sisters would see.
The second reason for her stress was … all six of her sisters were coming to visit.
Summer Turning Flower, her second sister and her mothers daughter. Winter Frosted Grace, with her cold confidence and calculations. Autumn Leaves Falling, who could charm a raging storm with a smile. Wind Over Sea, the swiftest and most eager to please. Weaves The Clouds, who liked to prank and tease. And Little Weaver Girl, the sweetest and youngest of the sisters.
Seven sisters of Heaven and … Willow worried for her sweet family here on the Mountain. Back when the Heavens didn’t corral the daughters in so tightly, on a summer night, they had decided to visit the earth. They had snuck out and taken their fathers best heavenly steeds- both as protection and as a mode of transport- to take a night among the mortals. It was a jaunt and play at rebellion, one Willow and Flower had been in planning for years. They had escaped the court, laughing with the abandon of children. Down to earth the seven sisters upon seven steeds had come a galloping. They had gone to the closest river, the shiniest bend of liquid night, and had slipped from garments to nothing. They had swam with abandon, laughed and splashed. The joy of that night gave Willow a beat of heart sickness. She missed those days when the sisters had laughed and schemed together.
They had been so naive then. So carefree. A taste of that joy was just in her memory, a warm brush against her senses. Like a ghost of a feeling.
“Willow?”
She turned seeing a very sleepy and very tired Wukong blinking at her. His fur was mused. His face still carrying the lines of sleep as he yawned wide and rubbed at his eyes.
“I was wondering where you had gone.” He came walking forward into the kitchen reaching for her hand. Willow stepped forward and took it. Wukongs eyes widened at the counter behind her- the red practically swallowing the polished gold of his pupils. “It is so early still, My Willow Tree.”
Willow felt a bit of her face flame. Just a little, as the Monkey King stepped up to the counter and looked at her mornings work. Wukong tugged her hand.
“Tell me you haven’t been up all night making these.” His faced begged her to counter his assumption. How else could she have accomplished so much in so short a time?
“Only since the first chime of the bell.” Willow sheepishly tucked a stray hair behind her ear, looking to the floor, to the ceiling, everywhere but her sweet friends face.
“The first chime! Willow- that was six Chimes ago!” He admonished and her husband was suddenly larger- leaning into her face and taking away her ability to duck his looks. Drat Wukong. Her friend may be uncomfortable with direct eye contact but he would quickly forget about it when it came to things of this nature. He now used his magic to make it so she could not escape his scrutiny.
“That was the turning of the night Guards! I could have had the chefs start the preparations. You did not have to wear yourself out.” Wukong gently put a finger to her chin, tilting her head up. A thumb ran beneath her eye, shadowing the dark circles that had made nests below.
“… “ Willow was caught. She had nothing to say in her defence. She had just been so nervous- so nervous and wanting to impress the impossible expectations of her sisters. Wukongs eyes softened, the gold going warm , honey melting into warm embers.
“Oh Willow what has you so worried.” He held her face in his hands gently, not caging her in but holding her so she could not deny or run from it. A simple I am here that grounded her.
“I just want everything to be perfect.” Willow sighed. She held one of his hands with her own. Wukong twined his fingers with hers, rubbing the backs with the pad of his thumb. “I want them to love Earth and see how much I love it. How beautiful it is. This whole place- everyone here- I love it so Wukong. I just …”
“Princess,” He kissed her brow, the places beneath her eyes where those shadows nestled. His smile was the soft curve of the moon at night, all soft light and kindness. “Your sisters will love it because you love it. You have nothing to worry for.”
“You say that but…”
“Willow,” he tapped her nose, tucking and tugging her into his arms, “if you wear yourself out before they have even started their decent from Heaven, I will bring Beng in here to scold you for the lack of sleep.”
His breath tickled her ear as he threatened Willow. She gave a mock gasp, looking up from her place beneath his chin.
“Not Beng! He scolds with his face.” Willow scrunched her face in the best Beng impression she had, the one the medicine monkey wore when his patients clearly ignored his advice. Wukongs face broke into laughter, a delightful waterfall of vibration along her back. “He may never say a harsh word but his face speaks enough to make my ears turn red.”
“My point exactly.” Wukong said. He grew a bit larger, setting Willows feet on his own. He started to walk her back, puppeteering her away from the kitchen in the goofiest way. “Now come on…”
“But…” Willow looked at the rice cakes, the bountiful mess and harvest of her labour. Was it enough?
“No one will touch the cakes.” Wukong promised. “No one would think to today of all days to do that. All of the mountain is abuzz and they want today to go off without a hitch.”
“I just … “ want to impress them. Want to impress you. I want there to be harmony between the love of my family in Heaven and the love of my family On Earth. “I want you to be happy with them.” She said out-loud.
Willow didn’t get to see the way the monkeys eyes went from honey to butter at her words. He melted against her, draping her in fur and twining his tail around her waist.
“Oh my Willow Tree.” He said it so softly, eliciting Willow to look up. Just in time, for Wukong had her legs out from under her and had swung her around onto his side. He was carrying her almost like the mothers did to their babes, close but with one hand on the ground. Willow curled into him, seeing the tender admonishment in her friends eyes.
“Come. Back to bed with you. The littles are all upset their Grandmother left without morning kisses and Pear is particularly beside herself.” Before she could say more, Wukong was loping away and back to their room where a barrel of littles came climbing and begging for cuddles and kisses. Wukong worried not for the snacks Willow had made. He more or less worried about the the stores she had burned through in those six chimes.
For Willow, in all her worry, had made a mountain of tarts, a landslide of teacakes, a sea of fried breads and foodstuff, that spilled and took over not one but four of the longest counters in the kitchens.
As he looked down on her, still holding him as she cuddled and cooed to the little monkeys he thought, fondly and with humour, “What am I going to do with you and your habit of baking us under a mountain of sweets?”
It was only a short time later that Ma and Ba crept into the kitchen, tempted by the smells of sweets and baking.
“Just one won’t hurt.” Ba grumbled. He wouldn’t admit it to Willow- but her food had woken him from his tangle with Chestnut and their little Lychee.
“Of course.” Ma said, stepping up to the counters with her tail excitedly flagging. She was still in the dregs of her recent release from postpartum depression. Willow had gently, for weeks, left foodstuffs and sweets outside her and Bengs hut. A kindness and a gesture Ma was so thankful for. Between Pomelo and Mulberry, she was practically spent with energy. She had also smelled the sweets being made and … couldn’t help herself.
“Willow wouldn’t mind one missing…” or two. Or ten.
Neither of the Marshals however, noticed the ice blue eyes open from a perch just above them, a cracked fracture in the wall.
“If you touch a single one of Willows cookies for those Celestials,” the cold voice of Xinshu whipped out like an adder freezing the twins in place “I will personally see your pelts pulled and turned into mud rugs.”
Xinshu fell as silent as a snow cat from her perch. Her teeth were barred in a threat. “I won’t have you two making us look foolish because you ate all of the baked goods.”
Ma and Ba, caught and cowed, scuttled away from the white simian in all her fury. If they had lingered long enough to see, to peek back in, they would have seen Xinshu look at the sweets. Like at a peach tart. And slide it into one of the pockets in her belt
#hcwrites#writing stuff#hcfanfics#for journey to the au#FIRST PART DONE#HERE WE ARE A CUTE LITTLE PRECURSOR TO THE DRAMA ABOUT TO UNFOLD#jttw au#jttw tag#sun wukong#jttw sun wukong#earth reaching willow#Wukong being big fluffy man who likes to walk his wife on the tops of his feets ? yes#am I a sucker for cute actions and romantic things? yes#have I stres baked before? YES#I listened to Hoizers new album with this. but the one that I really liked is “All Things end’#it’s that chorus man it’s like an anthem of the heart.#i love it#this is so fun to write pls#ENJOY IT ALL OF YOU#these monkeys have me in a choke hold but it ain’t bad#it’s so FUN TO WRITE FOR ALL THESE PEOPLE#It helps me also when I write my stuff because I am my OWN worse critic#like if it’s for me I am nitpicking everything and chewing it over#writing for others helps me not be over critical.#BUT ALSO WRITING CUTE LITTLE INTERACTIONS IF FUCKEN FUN PLS#HOW WUKONG COMES IN ALL SLEEPY FOR WILLOW#LIKE imagine home waking up and popping his head out of the cuddle nest and going ????? wife???? wife missing????#He had to leave a double for the littles to snuggle on#WRITING XINSHU BECAUSE HER BEING SNEAKY OVER MA AND BAS SHENANIGANS#ALSO FRUIT TROOP IS COMING
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I wonder what NRC's reaction would be meeting life for the first time?
Let's set the scene:
Far away deep in the hidden celestial forest, lies a hidden grotto. In the center was a simple shack, and inside was the god of Origin, Life. In the shack, tools and instruments lay scattered across the ground. On many shelves were both finished and unfinished clay sculptures. Beings that were not given the flames of life just yet. Around a cauldron were many different potions, herbal editions, and a large assortment of plants. And at the sketch table sat life. Paper and blueprints were scattered around him, all with failed Ideas of new life. The God Life sat and stared blankly at the blank parchment. He was having the work creative block, and the only thing he could draw was love hearts around a doodle of the apple of his eye, Y/n Death.
"Where did you disappear to this time Y/n," Life sighed in loneliness.
Life held out his hand as his staff floated over to him. With a soft tap, the staff tilted so that the orb was right in front of him. A couple of Sugar gliders helped him as they brought assortments of herbs and potions. Life gathered the ingredients into his hands and crushed them together. With a gentle breath, Life blew the ingredients into the orb.
The liquid in the orb began rapidly changing color, and swirling in the orb. In the light, Life saw an image of a castle with many statues.
"Night...Raven...College?" Life asked.
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(1 week later)
'' Well, this looks like the place,'' Life said as he stepped through the gate.
As he walked through he saw the statues of 7, each one he remember when they were just clay in his workshop. Though he was happy that they should so much talent, though he wished they used their talents differently.
As he walked toward the school, a bunch of Savanaclaw students stood in his way. They towered over them, as they took in this stranger's appearance. The lamb ears, Deer antlers, and tail, immediately identified him as an herbivore beastmen. Yet they have never seen one with hooved feet.
Life was unfazed by the intimidation attempt, and simply observed them till he finally spoke up.
"Excuse me gentlemen, but I am looking for a friend of mine. I think they attend this school?" Life asked politely.
"Did you hear him?" Student A mocked.
"Gentlemen, He thinks he's so fancy," Student B laughed.
Life just stared in surprised disappointment, just questioning what is up with these generations of Humans and Beastmen. The poor God thinking these boys were a lost cause decided to ask for help from someone else. Someone less, beastly.
"Well, I guess you don't have the answers I seek. I wish you a good day, young fledglings," Life bowed as he tried to walk around the delinquent boys.
But the delinquents didn't let him pass as they grabbed him by the antlers. The commotion got the attention of many of the other students.
"I bet you are an RSA spy," Student C spat.
"Yeah you and your posh classmates," Student A growled.
Life winced slightly but didn't cry out in pain even after the harsh tug. The accusation of this antlered person sparked a rivalry flame, as the students gathered around. Cheering for the students to bet up the "RSA" guy.
Life looked around with a disappointed glare. "Please let go of my Antler. Grabbing someone like this is incredibly rude," Life said calmly, but sternly.
Sadly this only annoyed the aggressive students, as one tried to through through a punch. But Life quickly yanked his head, pulling the boy holding his antlers off his feet. To slam the boy into his attacker. The third guy tried to guy Life from behind, but Life used the bottom of his staff and jabbed him hard in the stomach. When the boy clutched his tummy, life flipped his staff to use the hook to throw the boy in front of him.
The first boy tried his luck again, only for Life to kick him hard in the jewels with his powerful legs. The crowd cringed as they could feel the pain just by watching. Student B growled at Life baring his teeth, only for the being to return in kind. Showing just how much larger and sharper his carnivore teeth are.
Life grabbed the student by the collar of his shirt and effortlessly lifted the muscular boy off the ground.
"I wish to ask again. I am Looking for Y/n of Death," Life said gravely.
Suddenly Life dropped the boy as someone jumped down between them. When the dust cleared Life could see who this was.
"Life?" asked a familiar voice.
"H-hey, Y/n you know that...guy?" Ace asked.
"Yes, he is a good friend of mine. He is the very embodiment of life itself-" Y/n was suddenly cut off When they were pulled into a sudden bear hug.
"Death, it's so good to see you, I missed you so much," Life gushed as he rubbed his cheek against theirs.
Y/n didn't seem bothered, but Everyone was just having a huge cause of emotional whiplash.
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Webs of Fate Chapter 2
ao3 link
The temple had no short supply of rats, but Abdirak’s keen eyes caught sight of a lighter colored rat making a beeline past his alcove. The rat didn’t hug the walls as other rats did, and when he followed curiously the rat stopped sniffing around the rack, abandoned by its ward, as though it had been caught in an act before scurrying the way that the prisoner had gone.
He made no move to stop the creature and raised no alarms, but was not surprised when the group of four adventurers appeared not long after.
“Ah, good to see you again,” the Paingiver strode quickly out of the alcove as they moved past, greeted the drow and his companions. He received a smile from the drow, but they all looked to be in a hurry. They smelt strongly of blood -- of acid -- and of fire. Abdirak’s senses were not as keen as some given his heritage, but he would be willing to place a wager that the scent had not come solely from his session with the drow. Were his nose more keen, he was sure he would be able to pick out the blood of goblins on each of them. Curious.
The warmth filled his chest again -- the compulsion pushing toward acting. His heart leapt in his chest and Abdirak took a step forward, placing a gentle hand on the drow man’s forearm.
“I’m sorry to intrude,” he began, studying the man’s sharp elven features -- appreciating the scar over his eye. “I came here on invitation. I go where I’m needed, as my Maiden wills it.
“But this -- project -- is quite unusual,” he allowed himself to smile, “even for me.
“I am beginning to think that I was sent not to assist the goblins -- but to liaison with you. You see, my Maiden pushes me to you. I know not why, not yet, but it’s true nevertheless.
“If I could be of any assistance to you, on whatever mission you’ve undertaken to have brought you here, I would do so gratefully.”
“No,” the human said firmly, but quietly — though Abdirak still heard — without a moment of thought. “A priest of Loviatar, Alakvyr?”
“Surely no more odd a travel fellow than a cleric of Shar,” Abdirak gestured to the Sharran woman standing with them. He looked to the vampire, who stiffened under his gaze, but didn’t say anything.
His Maiden’s will was clear. Whatever the drow, who must have been the leader of their group, decided, Abdirak would follow them. Thankfully, such sneaking wasn’t necessary, as the drow nodded.
“Why not? The more, the merrier.”
The vampire made a noise in his throat. “I disagree with that sentiment, darling.”
“Don’t pretend that you don’t enjoy company, Lockpick,” the drow responded, not even looking at him. The drow dug into a pouch at his waist and pulled out a scrap of paper. On the back he sketched out a crude map, then handed it to Abdirak.
“We are in a bit of a hurry and probably won’t be returning here. You’re welcome to meet us at camp, though.” Then, with a smile, they turned and simply left.
Abdirak wasted no time in collecting his belongings in his pack. He also took some supplies from the goblins. He didn’t like to steal, but it was not against his personal creed to take payment for his services. Then, as not to draw attention to himself, he exited the temple in the way that the prisoner and strange little rat had.
It was a pleasant walk from the temple, following the simple map along a well-worn trail before it turned off into the undergrowth along the river’s bank. He loved the sun on his shoulders, the warmth of it kissing his many, lovingly acquired scars -- old and new alike.
The forest was alive this time of the year, and he enjoyed the quiet trek through the wilderness — listening to the sounds, experiencing the sights and smells—
It wasn’t often that he had the opportunity.
Just as the map had shown, Abdirak came over a bank and was able to look across a small fork in the river to a camp. He could hear movement inside and wondered if the adventurers had beat him there somehow.
“Lae’zel is going to drive me mad grinding her sword all day,” a man was saying when Abdirak approached. He didn’t look up from the book he was thumbing through. “She’s going to grind it down to a —”
Abdirak was able to duck just in time for a ball of fire to fly past his head as the wizard yelled “Ignis!”
Abdirak cast a sanctuary spell on himself, sure that the wizard would recognise the spell and see that he meant no harm.
Red magic swirled in the wizard’s grasp, but he didn’t attempt to fire at the priest again. “Who are you?”
There was movement elsewhere in camp. The firebolt had not alerted anyone, but the man’s question apparently had. Before Abdirak could explain a githyanki woman rounded a large boulder, a flaming sword in hand. Then, a hulking tiefling — as much on fire as the sword — came next.
Abdirak raised his hands. “I was invited by your friends. The drow, the human, and the two elves.”
“And you don’t know their names?” The tiefling woman snorted, her hand open and ready to take her ax.
He held out the map toward the wizard, who stood nearest to him. “We never actually had a true introduction,” Abdirak admitted. “I believe the elven man called him ‘Alakvyr’? He drew this map for me and asked me to meet them back here.”
He waited while the wizard examined the parchment front and back. Neither woman had relaxed their stance. After a long, tense moment the man sighed, nodded, and gave the parchment back. “I recognise the parchment it’s written on. You’re welcome to wait by the fire.”
Neither woman looked pleased, but the flaming sword was sheathed with a harsh exclamation in a language Abdirak did not know. “I will keep my eye on him,” the githyanki said, her alien eyes narrowing with suspicion.
The wizard showed Abdirak to where the fire was. “Can I offer you a drink?” Despite his hospitality, his suspicion had not waned. He looked displeased as he appraised the Paingiver.
“No, thank you.” Abdirak was content waiting. He knelt by the cold fire pit and pulled his book from his pack.
“Ignis!” He heard not too long after. “What in the Hells?” The wizard exclaimed. Again, the two women hurried over to the sound of the commotion, and Abdirak stayed in place.
“Volothamp Geddarm,” a man was introducing himself in a strained, shaky voice. “You may have heard of me?
“I don’t mean to be terribly rude — barging in like this — I was given a map by your friend.”
“Put him down, Lae’zel,” Abdirak heard the wizard sigh and he couldn’t help but smirk.
After a moment the wizard returned to the fire, leading a man in much the same fashion as he’d lead the Pain only minutes earlier.
“Gods above!” the newcomer exclaimed, “The torturer from the goblin camp?”
Standing nearer by now, Abdirak recognised the grating voice of the bard that one of the goblins had laid claim on. He looked up from his book, meeting the flamboyantly dressed man’s gaze. “The ‘pigeon’.”
“How dare you?” The bard cried.
A warmth touched Abdirak’s soul, but he thought it might be best not to push too hard in unfamiliar company. “I assume our mutual acquaintance loosed you from your cage.”
“The indecency!” The bard cried, before he stalked off to the other side of the clearing. Though he seemed to fear the githyanki, he feared the Loviatan more.
“I thought I recognised the scourge,” the wizard muttered, surely a well-read man. He shook his head and started back to his tent, muttering about how the ‘damn drow’ had a lot of explaining to do when he returned.
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MUSE, CHAPTER 13 (PRESENT)
— warning: profanity, mentions of infidelity, alcohol drinking, mature scenes included, chapters jump from past to present, college au (past), luxury rich adults (present), artist!nanami, muse!reader, angst, slow burn, humor, reader implied to be black, kinda like a hbo sitcom in my head lol
— chapter summary: y/n ends her stay at the cabin with a bang, but it leads her in the hot seat with toji.
— tags: @maydayaisha @gabzlovesu @indiecursor @eiflawriting @thicksimpx @cloudsinthecosmos @woahhajime @sawamurawife @po3ticb3auty @daichisbunny @heyitsiyanas @pulchritxde @classic-les @jazzyangel242 @kunaigirlx44 @hufflefluffwh0re @savantsoulfinder @protectpancakes @littlemochi @salimcity @astennu @keke97 @r-xochitl @cosmiic-7 @lilith412426
— previous chapter. masterlist. taglist. ao3
YOU WERE ALL PACKED UP TO GO BACK TO YOUR LIFE AS THE LUXURY DESIGNER YOU WERE. Your mind just kept darting back and forth between the drama that happened during the trip. After deciding to use the early morning while everyone was sleeping to clear your mind, you sat on the porch of the cabin watching the sun rise while you were sketching some new designs. You wanted to just leave, wake Toji up and go back home without a word. Simply because you still felt frustrated about everything. Perhaps you weren’t angry enough. Trying to grasp to fix something that wouldn’t be fixed while dwelling on the fact that the one person Nanami was set to marry was a scammer.
You knew you should tell the group considering that secrets are what made a dent in the friendship in the first place, but what exactly would they do? If you were being honest, the only one who would believe you would be Mei. She was the only one who didn’t know after all and from the looks of it being on your side without coddling Lana slash Serena's feelings.
Why did the name Lana sound so familiar? You’ve heard it before when you were in college.
“Why are you up so early?” You heard Mei’s voice as she stepped outside on the porch. She was currently wearing a suede tracksuit and her white-colored hair was pulled up into a messy bun. She stepped onto the porch taking a seat next to you on the steps.
“Toji’s snoring kept me up,” You joked. “Franky, I was thinking about leaving without saying goodbye to everyone. But something just has been eating away at my mind.” You said to her as your eyes diverted back to your iPad on your lap.
“And that thing is? Come on you know you can tell me,” Mei judged your side.
You inhaled sharply before exhaling and opening up the documents Mariah sent to you and soon you passed the device to Mei. You watched as Mei’s eyes bulged out her head in horror with each document she let her eyes glance upon. Then she stopped at the picture of Lana’s real I.D. Her eyebrows knitted together in curiosity at the woman in the picture before she glanced up at you, “You’ve met her before.”
You leaned over to glance at the picture and then at the name. Once again try to familiarize yourself with Lana. Something you’ve been trying to do since you found out all of this. “I kept saying the name sounded familiar. I just can’t pin it together and it’s frustrating.”
“That time in college when you practically was living in Toji’s fuckin’ skin—“
“You do not have to describe it like that.”
“Oh shut up, you were completely dickmatized and acting out,” Mei explained. “But you remember when the group practically fell out with each other. From you not talking to us to Geto and Gojo having that argument. It was just a complete cluster fuck. But through thick and thin, we never fell out.” She motioned her hand between the two of you.
“Okay, keep going.” You said as you were remembering that time in college. The distant memory of remembering your life spiraling.
“Your mentor Ari Aiko had you mentoring this student for you to shadow her during the summer after we graduated,” Mei explained. “Lana Volkov.”
It couldn’t be a coincidence. There couldn’t be that many Lana’s with that particular last name.
“I remember I was supposed to meet her because you expressed concerns about the woman. You thought you were overthinking about how weird she was ‘cause she kept asking personal questions. She kept asking you about—“
“Kento.” You finished the question as you finally were able to remember her. How could you not remember that wicked grin Lana would give you when you met up with her. It was the same fake one that she gave you now when you entered the room. Instead of the brunette color hair, she had now, it was a golden blonde back in college.
Your fist clutched in anger feeling completely stupid and used. The fact that she practically conned you didn’t sit right with you. You were seeing red and you could even feel your heart thumping in your chest. The fact that Lana stepped out on the porch discreetly thinking everyone was sleeping. Both you and Mei heads looked in her direction, heading her talking in Russian with the thickest accent. However, when she saw you two she abruptly ended the call.
“Goodmorning.” She said with this nervous grin and both you and Mei only glared at her. She caught onto your glare and would only smirk. “Fine then. I know you’re upset that I took Kento right from you. I snatched your happily ever after away from you in a very devious plan. But it is what it is.” She took a couple of steps forward towards you, her shoes creaking with every step she took on the wooden porch. “You can have him back when I’m done with him.”
You stood up and that caused Mei to stand up. She didn’t want you to hit Lana because she has dealt with women like that herself. You hit Lana and Mei knew the woman was going to victimize herself in a heartbeat. If she could pull off being someone she’s not for years, of course, she could make herself cry on command and have everyone feel sorry about her.
“What you’re doing is fucking horrible. Kento and I may not be on good terms right now, but he doesn't deserve this. You don’t deserve him. I’m going to tell him about your fuckin’ con and you can kiss this luxury life you think you deserve away.” You spat at her.
“You’re not understanding. He’s naive, always been when he was in college. One little sympathy cry from me and he’s locked around my finger.” Lana explained. “After all it was you who told me this fact when I dreadfully had to shadow you. I only did it to get more information on him. Even before he didn’t care to get to know me. All because of you.” Her finger jabbed at your shoulder.
Your nostrils flared at her and your eyes diverted to the spot she just touched you in. Mei felt like she was holding her breath. In her mind, she should stop this situation right here and now. However, she thought this conversation should happen before anyone else woke up.
“Don’t touch me.” You warned Lana.
Lana looked at you as if you were below her. Her eyes rolled in disgust before speaking once again, “I mean I understand why you’re so strung on him despite still having that lovely guy upstairs in your room. You’ve seen how big Nanami’s dick is. You know how hot he looks when he’s about to cum. His face gets all red. His hands always grasp at any body part just to be closer to you. And sometimes he’ll even mutter something in French. You miss that experience don’t you?”
You could feel your manicured nails digging into the inside of your palms. You felt like a cartoon character that was turning red in the face after something angered them. If you were in a cartoon, you’re pretty sure a viewer would see steam blowing out your ears. You glanced at Mei who was astonished at the words that left Lana’s mouth. She then had the biggest face of annoyance before stepping down a couple of steps and giving you a nod. You couldn’t help but smile as you lunged your fist backward and then forward connecting right onto Lana’s nose. You didn’t even let Lana react to the punch, you were seeing red as you practically dragged her from her hair off the porch. Both of you tumbled to the ground throwing blow after blow but you were sure you had the upper hand as you finally were on top of her. Your fist burning with each plow towards Lana’s face.
Your knuckles were screaming for you to stop, but soon you could hear two people run outside the cabin to help break you off from Lana. Geto and Toji had woken up early to finish packing but heard the commotion while moving around the house.
As Toji and Geto were tugging you off Lana. Your shirt was stained with blood that wasn’t yours, you could hear Geto ask Mei why she didn’t break it up. Mei only shrugged her shoulders before saying, “The bitch had it coming and you can’t tell me otherwise.”
“Let go of me!” You shrieked as you were kicking and swinging. The firm grip Toji had on you was not easing up just as much as the grip you had on Lana’s brunette hair. You were even sure you had hit Toji by accident due to your actions.
“Can you calm down first? Please.” Toji pleaded as you could hear his voice.
The grasp on Lana’s hair was loosened as Toji was pulling you off of her. You calmed down watching as Geto was trying to calm down Lana. You already could see the knot near her eye and she always was missing a couple of acrylic tips off her fingers. But that glare she gave you was as deadly as ever while Toji tugged you towards the cabin. Toji was the first to step into the cabin, you were behind him but before going in, you looked at Lana who turned into the best Oscar award-winning actress as she cried about breaking a nail and her bloody nose. “Hey, Lana?” You called out.
You watched as she and Geto looked at you. Geto was beyond confused about why you were calling her Lana. “Nanami doesn’t say anything in French when he’s about to cum. It’s actually German. I know this because we fucked in that penthouse you guys live in.” You smiled at her as you watched her completely break out of her crying ways to curse you out in her native tongue.
When you and Mei finally stepped into the house. You walked into the kitchen before erupting in a laughing fit. “I didn’t expect you to punch her when I gave you the nod.” Mei laughed as she looked at you.
“Well, why did you nod? I thought you were giving me the green light to punch her.” You chuckled before you let your finger touch your knuckles and you winced at the pain.
Toji was collecting ice in a sandwich bag for you before you prompted yourself on the counter. “You two together are never good. I woke up to pack and you weren’t even in bed.” His fingers pointed to Mei and then to you. He grabbed a hold of your hand and placed the cool compress on it. You winced at the pain but let him continue.
You could hear the door get tugged open and Geto walked in with the bloody cloth, your iPad, but no Lana. “Where is she?” Mei asked.
“She kinda pushed me away from her, said something in Russian, and then walked away.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“And you let her? Just walk away with a bloody nose?” Toji asked as he looked at Geto who thought deeply about the question Toji just asked.
“I mean yeah. I didn’t understand Russian, so I just assumed she said she was fine.” Geto glanced at you. “What the hell happened?” He asked as he placed your iPad on the counter.
“Toji, you’re all packed up?” You asked him, completely ignoring Geto’s question.
Your fight with Lana felt like a huge weight was off your shoulder. You still felt frustrated about your friends not telling you, but you were sure it was a work in progress of repairing the friendship, and being cooped in a cabin that had many memories wasn’t helping.
“Kinda, you’re ready to go now? You don’t want to say goodbye to everyone?” Toji asked. “You should get Shoko to look at your hand.”
“I’ll send my farewells to the others through text.” You shrugged your shoulders before jumping off the counter. You held the ice on your knuckles as you glanced at Geto’s sad face. ”I don’t want to be in this cabin when that lady returns anyway.”
You grabbed your iPad and you unlocked it. You went to the document files. You wanted to have the last word when it came to this Lana situation. You were sure when she returned to the cabin, she was going to twist the story to make you the villain because she was good at it.
So you did what you had to do as you air-dropped the documents you had about Lana to everyone in the house, hoping that when all of you guys return home that Lana wouldn’t be in the picture anymore. Everything would go back to normal. Even if you and Nanami weren’t close like that anymore, at least you had the heart to stop him from possibly getting conned. Though you had a feeling that fighting Lana and exposing her possibly will come back to bite you in your ass, it was worth it. She had it coming, but now she had no empire to come back to when she would return from wherever she went. You glanced at Geto who was looking at the stuff you sent. “I just hope we can go back to the way it was. I know it’s going to be hard for everyone to digest what I sent them, but this should be out now. I’m done with our friendship group having secrets.” You sighed. “But on a lighter note, let’s hit the road Toj!!”
“You’re fuckin’ insane,” Toji uttered before following you out of the kitchen.
With each step you took, you could hear all your other friends talking about the documents you sent. Your mind is still running on pure adrenaline from the fight. You walked into your room collecting your things in complete silence realizing that you hit your breaking point and put your hands on Nanami’s fiancé.
“You know, she’s probably going to make Kento’s life a living hell now,” Toji uttered as he finished up his packing.
“That’s between him and her,” You answered as you went back to collecting your things off the dresser.
“But, she’s going to tug you into it. What if it ruins your career or something.” Toji said.
“We have evidence of her being a scammer and a known one at that, it’s best she leaves all of us alone before I kick her ass again and after the ass-whooping drop her off at the police station myself.” You said.
Toji chuckles at your comment before he’s zipping up his suitcase with his last bit of things. “Are you sure you don’t want to say goodbye to them?” Toji asks.
“No, I told you already.” You found yourself snapping at Toji. Noticing your behavior, you would look at him before speaking. “Sorry, it’s just I can handle Kento lying to me. But my friends, they all knew about it. I’m not saying much to them until I get a proper apology from them.”
Toji’s lip parted to argue against what you said, but he would only nod. He wanted to ask another question about Nanami, but he figured he would wait until the two of you hit the road to ask. He just had a bad feeling that with exposing Lana (or Serena, at this point he was confused about the lady names) that you would somehow find your way right back to Nanami. Toji accepted his fate that it would never be him, but he was now realizing how much that hurt his pride. He had you in the palm of his hand and once again was about to lose you again.
The car ride started so silently. The only thing that could be heard was the song that was playing on the radio and your mumbles about needing more fabric when you made it back home. You left without sharing farewells and you felt some weight get lifted off your shoulder. Perhaps it was the pint-up aggression you had towards Nanami’s fiance or just Nanami period. However, you just knew that the artist wasn’t going to slither out your life so easily.
You knew the news of his fiance wanting to only use him for money would take him by shock. He’ll most likely blame himself for the situation, which was his only fault. After all, you’ve told him for years that he shouldn’t let his parents dictate his life. Yet they arranged him with a con artist. You had respect for his parents, but there had to be some form of red flags that just didn’t bother to check before arranging that marriage.
“Y/N, we need to talk,” Toji said as he was driving.
“About?” You asked. Your eyes never leave the device that was in front of you as you were looking at some designs that were in Mariah’s portfolio.
“Well for one, I have to return to my office in Singapore.” He said.
“Aww man, already?” You asked. You knew Toji would have to return to his lifestyle of running a sports team. It was eventually going to happen, but you hated the fact that during his break of stepping away from being the boss he was—he was tugged into your chaotic life. But then again, he approached you first. You two indulged in each other to fulfill temporary sexual highs.
“Yes, I’m thinking about selling the team and attempting to buy a volleyball team in Japan.” Toji admitted, “But I’m not particularly sure yet. My son seems to like Singapore, so I don’t want to tug him away from that.”
“That’s understandable, I would love to meet Megumi one day.” You gave him a kind smile that you noticed he didn’t return.
Something was bothering him. You could tell by how his hand was gripping the steering wheel and how tight he clenched his jaw. “If something is borrowing you, just tell me.”
“Are you going to go back to him?” Toji asked. “I think I need to know just in case. Cause if you are, I don’t think I can be around you anymore.”
You were beyond confused at his words. “I’m not understanding Toji. You’re confusing me, just days ago you didn’t care for the guy or what he thought. Hell, you even got on at the thought of making him jealous.”
Could he have been saying that you two wouldn’t work out ever again to block his actual feelings? Could Toji have fallen for you like in college and Kento was in the way once again?
“But you didn’t answer my question. Say you do clear up the situation with your friends and you talk with Nanami now that his fiance is out of the picture, will you go be with him?” Toji asked again.
You sat in silence realizing that either yes or no wouldn’t satisfy Toji. If you said yes, he would be a sulking mess the whole ride to your place. Once again becoming the second option just like in college. If you said no, he would think you’re lying. That through the trip, he noticed how you would stare at Kento. It felt like an argument when you were in college all over again. With you and Toji's arguments, they got so heated that on some days you two spent days without talking to each other. But he took your silence as the answer he didn’t want to accept. He only leaned over to turn the radio up some more and the two of you continue down the road in complete silence.
#nanami kento x reader#nanami x reader#nanami kento fanfic#jjk x reader#jjk fanfic#nanami kento x black reader#jjk x black reader#black reader#꒰ ა ♡ ໒ ꒱ — scheduled post.
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TBWF Reread Ch0
Here it is, the start of my reread of the The Boy Who Fell, with analysis and an accompanying drawing or sketch each chapter. I'm doing this as a combination of a few things I want to do, namely reread TBWF and get better at art.
Not sure how I want to order this in the future, for now I'll do art first and then analysis.
Chapter 0 is fairly short so I don't have much to say. The striking solid red cover does a great job establishing the tone and prevents readers from getting the wrong impression from the majority of chapter 0 before Ren is pulled off the roof. Even while the basic school plot is happening, the reader wonders what that chapter cover was about and what the deal is with the ominous past tense narration.
It's interesting seeing Yuu's characterization here. You don't learn a ton about him in this one short chapter, but he's definitely different to how his characterization is later solidified in Springtime of Yuuth. Visually different as well, not just in art style which obviously shifted over time but in terms of body language and posing as well.
Ren's characterization is very nicely introduced here. Throughout the chapter, the narration in Ren's voice is going back through the events that transpired and trying to think over what he could have done differently. The nervous self-doubt is mixed with self deprecation, as Ren states that he is "simply bad luck". Ren stating that "Yuu had nothing to do with it" and that it was just his own bad luck shows him solely blaming himself for negative occurrences that are—though not entirely out of his control—decidedly influenced by other factors; this stays true of his character up to late in the series, where he finally starts to accept that the things he was pushed to do are proof that he is a victim too, not that he has committed unforgiveable acts. This isn't to say that Yuu is at fault here; the roof edge was precarious, but an eldritch tendril from hell pulling Ren off is the problem, Ren would not have fallen otherwise. This is just an early indication of a larger part of his character. Ren is also shown to be someone with little to no social connections and a pushover when it comes to someone with more self confidence than him, other aspects of his character that are relevant early on though not as long lived as his self-deprecating blame.
My favorite panel of the chapter is the last one on page twelve. The composition is very striking, with the directly top down view as Ren is being pulled off the roof and is now parallel to the ground facing up at the sky. This wonderfully recontextualizes the very first page, the only color page of the chapter, which is devoted to a full view of the sky. Though not the exact view Ren would see when falling, page two (as the copyright notice is technically page one) definitely conveys a different tone with the context of how the chapter ends. Page twelve is also the best view of Ren in the chapter, providing a full body depiction. This is the moment when you see Ren in the most detail in chapter 0: right as everything goes to hell.
My Art
I was definitely overambitious here for my first time ever drawing a scene in a digital art program. The perspective proved to just be too tricky, so Ren and Yuu's sizes don't quite match up; Ren in particular has a massively wide chest, strange proportions I was not intending. I wanted to try and shade things with screentone to replicate somewhat the look of the comic earlier on, but I didn't actually reference and see how star tended to use screentone so it's not quite the same. Overall though, I think I had a good concept for the piece and that the composition is fine even if the anatomy and proportions are all out of wack. There are things I decided to not go back and fix because I don't want to strive for perfection on every piece; I feel like I'm more likely to improve faster if I keep making new pieces rather than tweaking one until I'm absolutely satisfied with it. Real missed opportunity though to just make the sun the sun, I realized afterwards it would have been really cool to have made it the Hell Kitchen logo.
I gained a lot more familiarity with shortcuts and navigating layers, so it's nice to already have noticeable improvement even just from when I started this drawing to when I finished.
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Tattoo
???:Get out of here!
Ruby is tossed out through the swinging doors of Tukson's Tattoo parlor.
Tukson: Come back when you turn 18!
Ruby: Come on that's just next month! Can't you give me one early?
Tukson: No! You have to be 18 or older.
Ruby: Fine I'll just go find a better tattoo place.
Tukson: Good luck with that! Stupid kid.
Ruby made her way down the street, searching for another tattoo parlor.
Ruby: There's one!
5 minutes later.
Mercury: Sorry pipsqueak you're not old enough.
Ruby: Come on Mercury! I thought we were friends.
Mercury: Being friends with Emerald doesn't mean we're friends too.
Ruby: Fine I'll go find a better place!
Mercury: Whatever.
Ruby leaves the building. Pulling out her scroll she dials Yang's number.
Yang: Hey Ruby!
Ruby: *sigh* Hey Yang.
Yang: What's wrong?
Ruby: I haven't been able to find a place that will give me a tattoo. They say I have to be 18 to get one.
Yang: Really? I got my first tattoo at 16.
Ruby: What? How?
Yang: Some places don't care about age. Just look hard enough and you'll find one.
Ruby: Really? That's awesome!
Yang: Just be careful. Some of those guys are pretty shady.
Ruby: Don't worry Yang. I'll be fine.
After their talk Ruby searched Vale. Roaming the streets until she found one specific tattoo place that stood out. The sign out front read “Fallen Maiden”. The building itself was made of brick with black paint splashed across the walls. The design on the front window was a autumn leaf with a flaming arrow piercing through it.
Ruby: Weird.
Ruby pushed the doors open. The inside was small with hundreds of different sketches coating the walls. Some were colored while others were in black and white. Sitting at the front desk was a girl with pink and brown hair. She wore a simple black hoodie with Ice cream written in pink across the front.
Ruby: Um excuse me.
The girl looked up from her scroll.
Ruby: I'd like to get a tattoo.
The girl rolled her eyes before placing two fingers in her mouth, letting out a whistle.
???: Give me a minute!
The door behind the girl pushed opening revealing a orange haired man with a white coat thrown over his shoulders. A black bowler hat sat on his head.
Roman: Hello young lady. Names Roman Torchwick. And this is my associate Neopolitan. How can we help you?
Ruby: I was told that I could get a tattoo here without having to be old enough.
Roman: You certainly can my dear. Anything here catch your eye?
Ruby: Actually I want to know if you could do this one.
Ruby pulled a sketchbook from her bag. Flipping through the pages she stopped on a picture of wolf. The wolf was black with white bone lining it's snout. It's eyes were glowing a blood red glow. She had seen this wolf far too many times in her dreams.
Roman: That we can do but it'll cost you more because it's custom.
Ruby: How much?
Roman: Where do you want it?
Ruby: My upper arm.
Roman: Custom upper arm will cost you…
???: Wait a minute Roman.
The door behind once again opened to reveal a woman with ashen black hair and amber eyes. She wears a dark red T-shirt with a leather jacket to cover. She also wears black skinny jeans with combat boots on.
Roman: Something wrong Cinder?
Cinder: No Roman. I've simply decided that I will be doing her tattoo.
Roman: Ok as you wish.
Cinder turns towards the door, motioning for Ruby to follow.
Ruby: Wait. How much will it cost?
Cinder: It's on the house.
Ruby: Really!?!?
Cinder: For a polite girl like yourself of course.
Ruby followed Cinder through the door, closing the door behind her.
Roman: She's getting one Cinder's special tattoos. This will be fun.
1 hour later.
Ruby exited the building with her arm wrapped up.
Ruby: Ow.
Cinder: Just give it a few days to heal. Thanks for coming in and I'll see you again soon.
Ruby: Thank you!
Ruby started to make her way home.
Ruby: I can't wait to show Yang my tattoo.
This is the first part of my RWBY serial killer AU I mentioned awhile back. Don't worry there will be some murder in the next one.
I don't actually have any tattoos so I don't know anything about them. So if I got any information wrong please don't be mad.
#rwby#rwby au#ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#yang xiao long#neopolitan#roman torchwick#cinder fall#serial killer
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♡ A solo about Jihan’s beloved Persona.
with all the books jihan would read and consume information, you would think she is perfectly molded for an audition like this. and if she wasn’t being cocky, she is. character creation was always something the brunette liked to dabble in whenever she too, wrote her own stories. it was a good release, and seeing that this new musical included such a thing - she wanted to give it her all.
even though she didn’t have a single ounce of musical talent. she simply was here to try out with no shame, what else did she have to lose?
when walking into the room where the judges sat, jihan gave her bow before placing her bag on the floor, which contained her notes and thoughts on this new character. the girl had to be well prepared somehow, plus this was something very fun to her and she wanted to show that dedication. she pulled out her folder, flipping through it with a nervous smile and a giggle.
“alright, i thought about this a lot, as you can tell,” she started, slipping the folder between her rib and arm to hold it there while she talked. “this character is a healer of wounds, someone who defends her team in the toughest battles while making sure they don’t deeply hurt themselves. i think it is important to have such a support character in stories, they can be the backbone for others, protecting them physically and mentally.” she paused to catch her breath, flipping to the next page. “she is a soft-spoken character with great power and confidence in her abilities. some can say she is motherly with the way she scolds other knights when they aren’t properly taking care of themselves, but it all out of love and protection. she is a courageous knight that will defend others before herself sometimes, causing her to suffer the greatest blows sometimes, but she is working on it,” she smiles. jihan takes the folder again, placing her documents back into the slips and then taking out a rough sketch of what she wants her character to look like, passing it out to each of the judges.
“i decided her color scheme will include different variations of whites, symbolizing her open-heartedness and gladness to be this helpful to her subordinates. of course, i know this outfit and sketch is not anything official, it was just my way of getting some inspiration out there.” jihan stated quickly, hoping she didn’t go too overboard. “her inspiration does come from fairies but... that design is a bit too complicated.” the sketch is showing a quick sketch of the character's outfit, along with her hairstyle and other small notes about jewelry that holds her powers. jihan chuckles. can they tell just how much jihan was putting into this one character? she had hoped that her dedication shined through in a positive lighting. “she is a thoughtful character that is very observant of others and their body language, sometimes picking up on things they are hiding from others. this ability could either come from her powers as a healer or simply intuition that can be wrong sometimes. because let’s be real, we’re not always right, even when we think our gut is! she is not perfect, but she is there to help whenever she can, it’s her job and one she cares deeply for. she doesn’t want to see anyone fail.”
#lgc:projectorigin002#𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 . ˚ ◞ ♡#nobody asked for half of the things jihan presented at her audition#but oh well
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Grandma wants to talk about a dead name.
This is where all my darling grandchildren and fairy godchildren get to discover my given first name. I'm not sure I can tell the story without it.
Among the many things I was assigned at birth, were that I was female and given the name "Patricia".
And my family immediately shortened it to Tricia after my aunt, who was a mere 11 years older than I.
I went to school and my kindergarten teacher was... Not Good(tm). Particular to this story is that she tended to give kids nicknames arbitrarily, and decided that she would call me "Pat."
As an an undiagnosed nerudivergent child with "failure to assign dominance" ambidexterity, learning to write was a grueling task. I could already read, but my fine motor skills were just plain terrible.
So, upon realizing that the name "Pat" had only 3 letters to laboriously scratch into every single paper I touched at school, I went along with the change of my name. (I probably also did not want to attract the attention of this shitty teacher.)
And my folks went along with it.
Fast forward past my therapy, my mother yoinking me out of that shitty Catholic school with much fuss and bother, and get to High School. I wanted to switch my name back to Tricia. I'd already made some attempts, but no one was down with it. I figured that since it was a new school I might be able to pull it off.
Nope.
Not after people changing it to "Fat" to my face. Not even after SNL started the "It's Pat!" Sketches. (I graduated in 1992.) Not after my name had been mocked by bullies in every school I ever attended.
I could not get anyone to call me Tricia. Not the people who loved me, not my friends, not my teachers. I was ridiculed for it. My best friend had a different name that has many permutations as well, and she seemed to change it every year; and I always worked hard to call her what she wanted to be called.
But I was stuck being Pat.
I got my first "real" job my senior year. I filled out my paperwork as "Tricia," my name badge said "Tricia."
This was the first leverage I had to actually get this to work.
My father was a dick about it. "But your name is Pat."
"You named me Patricia, I want to be Tricia again."
For many, many years, he reverted to simply calling me, "Patricia." I called him "Father."
My grandmother passed away in 2022. She never stopped calling me Pat.
I dated someone after I graduated, that I had known in high school. It took him a few weeks to stop calling me "Pat".
And these aren't the only names I've used, or discarded, or had assigned to me. I have had childhood nicknames, and online personae, and blog names, and characters I've embodied; and some people only know me by those names.
Being called "Pat" is jarring. I probably will still hear it from time to time until I die. People who have met me after that point are genuinely shocked when I reveal my dead name.
And none of this struggle has anything to do with gender identity or presentation.
I do consider myself gender fluid. If I'm being really deliberate about presenting a gender other than female, I'll typically use a different name. But for that matter, when I'm the queen of the faeries, I'm Mab, so I'm accustomed to having a variety of names that I can put on like various colorful hats.
But I know, first hand, what it feels like to try to choose your identity, and get zero support. I know how jarring it is to hear a dead name. I know the bitter flavor of being identified as something that I have gone to great lengths to change.
My loves, my darlings, my weird and wonderful children; I see you. I believe in you. And I will call you by the name you have chosen, whether someone else gave you that name or not.
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Innocent Until Proven Guilty
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: when the Avengers notice signs of Peter having a girlfriend, they suspect he’s not as innocent as he seems
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“Hey Pete the treat.” Tony greeted Peter as he passed him in the hallway. “Have you seen my screwdriver with the orange handle?”
“Oh, yeah.” Peter remembered. “I used it to fix my web shooters. It’s on my desk in my room.”
“Mind if I grab it?”
“Would you listen if I said no?” Peter asked, assuming he knew the answer?
“Nope.” Tony smiled at how well Peter knew him. “I’ll go get it.”
Tony waltzed into Peters room and went straight to his desk, rummaging through the papers and sketches he had strewn about.
“Now where are you hiding?” Tony drummed his fingers on his chin as he looked around Peters desk. He opened the top drawer and found nothing, so he opened the next drawer and began to rummage around. After moving a notebook to the side, Tony found an unopened box of condoms among Peters things.
“Hm.” Tony furrowed his eyebrows at the surprising find. “Well it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
He put it down and continued searching through the draw before the box caught his eye again.
“Value pack?” Tony read off the box. “Jesus.”
He shut the drawer and found the screwdriver in the next drawer, mindlessly tucking it into his pocket. As he left Peters room, the box stayed in his mind. He walked into the living room and found the rest of the Avengers chatting.
“What do you guys think about Peter?” Tony wondered as he toyed with the screwdriver.
“I don’t think about Peter.” Sam deadpanned.
“He seems lonely, no?” Tony shrugged. “He could use a companion of the female variety.”
“We should set him up.” Steve suggested. “He could use someone.”
“I don’t know.” Nat scrunched her nose. “He seems too young to be dating.”
“He’s in college now. It’s about time he gets a girlfriend.” Tony decided. “I had dozens by the time I was his age.”
“Are we even sure he likes girls?” Rhodey asked.
“He complimented my hair color once.” Nat shrugged.
“There we go.” Tony nodded, getting excited now.
“What are you guys talking about?” Bucky asked quietly as he entered the room.
“We want to set Peter up on a date.” Steve told him.
“Parker? I’m pretty sure he has a girlfriend.” Bucky said, making everyone look at him.
“What?” Tony asked. “No way.”
“Yeah. My room is next to his.” He shrugged. “He’s on the phone all night almost every night.”
“What?” Nat laughed in surprise. “With who?”
“Someone named Y/n I’m pretty sure.” Bucky went on. “I hear her name a lot.”
“Y/n.” Tony rolled it around his mind. “Interesting. I have to know more.”
“I think if Peter wanted us to know more, he’d tell us.” Nat clicked her tongue.
“And I think I don’t care.” Tony retorted. “I’m gonna find out more.”
That night, Tony sat in the dark as he waited for Peter to come home. He heard the elevator coming up and shivered with excitement at the incoming confrontation.
“Hey, Parker.” Tony dramatically turned on the light once Peter walked in the room, making Peter jump.
“Hi Mr. Stark.” Peter stammered as he took off his coat.
“Are you just getting back?” Tony asked coyly.
“Yeah, I was out with my…friend.” Peter shifted his eyes at the mention of you.
“Oh really?” Tony feigned a gasp. “What’s his name?”
“Her name is Y/n.” Peter said casually. “I was with her.”
“So I see.” Tony nodded. “Is she from school?”
“Yeah. She’s in my organic chemistry class.”
“So one might say you two have…chemistry?” Tony shrugged as he walked closer to Peter.
“Anyone with our schedules would say that.” Peter laughed nervously.
“Whats she like?” Tony persisted. “Is she pretty?”
“She’s great.” Peter smiled. “She can talk circles around me about just about anything. I don’t even know why we’re in the same class. She’s so much smarter than everyone in the room, even the professor. She’s just...she’s great.”
“So I hear.” Tony smirked. Peter completely avoided the “pretty” question, and that told Tony everything he needed to know.
“Hear?” Peter asked curiously. “What did you hear?”
“Thin walls, buddy.” Tony knocked on the wall. “Bucky told us all about your late night phone calls with your lady friend.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Peters face heated up. “I’ll be quieter.”
“You don’t have to be quieter.” Tony told him. “Bucky doesn’t deserve a peaceful nights sleep.”
“Why do you say that?” Peter asked.
“Because he murdered my parents. Night!” Tony threw up a peace sign before leaving the room. Peters jaw dropped a little before shutting. He quickly pulled out his phone and clicked on your contact.
“I think Mr. Stark is onto us” He texted you.
“Good. He can pay for our wedding 👀” You wrote, making him smile. He put his phone away and went to bed himself.
~
A few weeks later, Tony needed the screwdriver again and had an idea of where he could find it.
“Hey Pete. Did you use the screwdriver again?” Tony asked when he found Peter in the hallway.
“Yeah. It should be in the same place.” Peter informed him.
“Thanks.” Tony nodded and went into Peters room. He went to the desk, expecting to find the screwdriver in the same drawer it was in last time. When he didn’t find it there, he opened the drawer above it. Right on top of a pile of notebooks was the box from last time.
“I shouldn’t.” Tony sighed and chewed his lip. “But I’m feeling snoopy.”
Tony picked up the box and to his surprise, it was significantly lighter. Tony opened it up and peered inside, only to see it was nearly empty.
“Who did this to you?” Tony gasped. “Who took your goodies?”
Elsewhere in the tower, Peter was heading back to his room when he crashed into Natasha.
“Oh, sorry.” Peter apologized as he caught her before he could knock her over.
“It’s fine.” Natasha assured him, sniffing the air a little. “Why do you smell so good?”
“Hygiene is very important to me.” Peter straightened his shoulders to solidify his lie.
“Yeah, but,” she sniffed him again, “you smell fruity.”
“I’m a fruity boy.” Peter stated, regretting it immediately.
“Oh.” Natasha backed away a little, giving him a strange look.
“Not that kind of fruity.” Peter stammered. “I have to go.”
Just as Peter scurried away, Sam walked into the hallway.
“Am I crazy or did Peter smell like perfume?” Natasha pointed behind him.
“I don’t care.” Sam mumbled as he walked by.
“Romanoff.” Tony rounded the corner after leaving Peters room. “I think the Manchurian Candidiate was right. I think Peter has a girlfriend.”
“I think so too.” Natasha nodded. “He smelled like perfume just now.”
As Tony and Natasha exchanged evidence, Sam passed by Peters room just as he was going inside.
“Hey Sam.” Peter greeted before he shut his door.
“Don’t talk to me, Parker.” Sam mumbled without looking up.
“Sorry.” Peter chuckled and rolled his eyes, making Sam briefly look up.
“What’s that?” Sam narrowed his eyes when he spotted something peeking out over Peters collar.
“Whats what?” Peter asked as he pulled away.
“On your neck.” Sam caught his collar and pulled it down. “Is that a hickey?”
“No.” Peter said quickly as he covered his neck with his hand. “I burnt my neck with my curling iron.”
“Oh, okay.” Sam was satisfied with the answer. “Wait, what?”
“Bye Sam!” Peter stammered as he quickly shut the door.
~
Tony’s plans to interrogate Peter about his love life the following day were halted when he found Peters room empty. A quick check in with Friday showed Peter leaving earlier that morning with a few presents in hand. Tony sighed and went on with day, anxiously waiting for Peter to come home to get more information.
“Another late night.” Tony announced his presence as he flicked on the light. It wasn’t until after midnight that Peter had come back, so Tony waited him out in the living room.
“Oh, hi Mr. Stark.” Peter waved awkwardly, not having expected anyone to be there.
“Were you with Y/n again?” Tony asked casually.
“Yeah.” Peter smiled shyly as he shed his jacket. “It’s her birthday so I spent the day with her.”
“How come I never see her here?” Tony proceeded with caution, not wanting to overstep.
“She lives kinda far.” Peter shrugged. “That’s why we talk on the phone so much. I don’t want her driving all the way out here and she doesn’t want me swinging at night.”
“She knows?” Tony raised an eyebrow, not realizing they were at that level yet.
“Yes. But I only told her because I trust her.” Peter quickly assured him. “She won’t tell anyone. She promised me.”
“Oh, I’m not mad.” Tony smirked. “Trust is good. Especially in relationships, so I hear.”
“Yeah.” Peter smiled at the thought of you. “It’s good. We’re really good.”
“Have you told her you loved her yet?” Tony jumped to the point, taking Peter by surprise. “Because that smile on your face says you do.”
“I have.” Peter admitted as his face flushed. “And she told me she loves me too.”
“Aw.” Tony couldn’t help but smile at his protégé being in love. He was so moved that he took out one of his business cards and scribbled something on the back of it.
“Here.” He handed it to Peter. “Don’t abuse it.”
“Whats this?” Peter curiously looked at the number Tony had written in the card.
“It’s the number for my personal driver. One of them.” He corrected himself. “I always forget who I employ so I have about 18. This one makes unforgettable coffee cake, though.”
“Thanks Mr. Stark.” Peter smiled in appreciation. “But why are you giving this to me?”
“So you and Y/n can see each other.” Tony said simply. “And so more people can experience this coffee cake.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate this.” Peter said softly, knowing Tony wasn’t much for displays of affection.
“Don’t mention it.” Tony brushed it off. “Really, don’t. I don’t have enough personal drivers for everyone. I mean, I probably do, but I’m not known to share.”
“I won’t tell.” Peter nodded. “Goodnight, Mr. Stark.”
Tony have Peter a fond smile before nodding as well.
“Night kid.”
~
“Mails here.” Tony announced the following morning as the team sat around the kitchen table.
“Thanks for bringing it in.” Steve reached for an envelope addressed to him. “Who delivered it today? Was it Michelle or Rodney?”
“Michelle.” Tony concurred.
“Oh, nice.” Steve smiled. “I like her. She’s always friendly to me.”
“Yeah. Nice girl. Nice name too.” Tony put the plan into action. “That was the name of the first girl I ever kissed.”
“I remember my first kiss.” Steve recalled. “It was at a school dance when I was in high school. I bought her a milkshake after and she never spoke to me again.”
“What about you, Peter?” Natasha asked causally. “Have you had your first kiss?”
“Um, yeah.” Peter chuckled like it was obvious.
“With who?” Steve asked curiously, and the rest of the team leaned in to hear the answer.
“Um, my girlfriend.” Peter flushed a deep red as he avoided eye contact with the group. Everyone collectively let out a gasp at the news, making Peter flush even deeper. He looked up to a table full of dropped jaws and wide eyes and felt his ears turn red.
“Isn’t it neat?” Tony tried to take the attention off Peter. “The innocence of young love.”
“Yeah. Innocence.” Sam narrowed his eyes at Peter as the hickey on his neck suddenly made sense.
“When can we meet her?” Nat asked, and everyone nodded softly. Peter looked around in surprise, not having expected everyone to care as much as they did.
“You want to meet her?” He asked with a small smile.
“Of course.” Tony shrugged. “You’re on our team and if she’s your girlfriend-“
“She’s on our team too.” Sam concluded with a gentle nod. Everyone nodded in agreement, making Peters heart swell in appreciation.
“She was gonna come over so I could swing her around the city.” Peter told them. “I could ask her to come up and say hello.”
“I think you should.” Natasha encouraged. Peters lips twitched into a smile as he pulled out his phone to tell you to come up. Within a few minutes, you were coming up the elevator and Peters heart was pounding in his chest. He met you at the elevator and escorted you to the rest of the Avengers, his hand holding yours.
“Hi.” You smiled shyly as you met the team. “It’s nice to meet all of you. I’m Y/n.”
“Nice to meet you too.” Steve said politely. “I’m-“
“Steve, right?” You smiled a little. “Um, Peter talks about you guys all the time. You’re also a little famous.” You chuckled, and everyone laughed as well, breaking the ice.
“Yeah, I guess we are.” Steve smiled back at you. “So you’re the girlfriend? I can’t say Peter has told us that much about you.”
Peter looked at you anxiously, hoping you wouldn’t take that the wrong way.
“It’s okay.” You laughed and rubbed his shoulder. “We agreed to keep it on the down low. Plus, I doubt there’s anything about me that could impress the Avengers.”
“That’s not true.” Peter cut in as he twirled your hair around his finger. “You’re very impressive.”
“Tell us more.” Nat smiled as she leaned on her hand. Everyone watched you and Peters display of affection with childlike wonder, a collective peace settling in the room as they watched the baby of the team experience happiness.
“Y/n volunteers as a candy striper at the children’s hospital a few blocks from here. When she’s not with me, she’s there.” Peter bragged about you. “And she’s a lifeguard in the summers, CPR certified, valedictorian of her class, organ donor-“
“These are not impressive things.” You laughed as you cut him off.
“Yes they are.” Peter insisted. “She can make the worlds best brownies, her ponytails are always perfect on the first try, she can parallel park, she-“
“She sounds amazing.” Tony cut him off as he smiled at you. “And we’re very happy to finally meet her.”
“I just can’t believe the guy who watches Dance Moms in the living room with no shame actually has a girlfriend.” Sam snorted. “And a normal one too.”
“Why is it so surprising?” You wondered as you leaned on Peter arm.
“Because he’s so innocent.” Sam shrugged. “I doubted he ever even held a girls hand.”
“Wait, you thought Peter was innocent?” You laughed abruptly. “He literally webbed me to the headboard last night and-“
“Ah ah ah.” Peter quickly cut you off. “Some things are better left unsaid.”
“I think she should say them.” Bucky chuckled as he sipped his coffee.
“One time, he used his-“
“Well, Y/n and I really need to get going.” Peter cut you off and quickly ushered you to the door. “We won’t be out late.”
“It was nice meeting you all.” You called as Peter pulled you out the door.
“Nice meeting you too.” Tony yelled back. He and the team exchanged knowing looks, a collective happiness for Peter settling among them.
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a place for the weary
Convincing the boys to take a break and rest their head on your lap, because they all work so hard and need a comfortable place to just ... be - plus … some of them just need love and affection (please)
Includes: Albedo, Diluc, Scaramouche, Kaeya
Warning -> SFW
Character X GN reader
Albedo
He’s busy, always busy - whether he’s working on some research in the labs or out in the field, he’s hardly ever taking a moment to stop. What he finds most relaxing is drawing, painting the scenery in front of him until he gets it all perfect, and while you love to watch how his face twists, his eyes scrunch together as he examines the lines on the page, you also wish he would take a moment to do nothing
If you suggest the activity to him, he may wonder what could be the purpose of it; he might ask you a lot of questions as he leans down to rest his head on your lap
“Albedo,” you call out to him as you watch him shuffle through the crates examining the bottles and other items sprawled in the container. He tilts his head to look at you, his fingers wrapped around the neck of a glass contained filled with some sort of liquid. “You’ve been working for so long, come take a rest.” You pat your leg and invite him to join you on the soft blanket you’d laid out some time ago.
“I’m trying to make sure we have …”
“I know,” you chuckle, “and it’ll be there for you after you take a quick break.”
He straightened himself out, his torso stretching and overcorrecting slightly as he elongated out his muscles. The bottle slipped further into his palm as he moved his hand up and down, bouncing it slightly as he contemplated your suggestion. You knew it wasn’t like him to take breaks like this, still, you hoped he would at least this time.
“If it makes you feel more productive, bring your notebook so you can draw.” That seemed much more enticing, you smiled to yourself as you watched him retrieve his journal before falling in place at your side.
You were always persistent in getting him to take a moment, a small second to stop moving or relax his eyes which only seemed to be tired when he rested against you
After the first few times, he had tried a couple of different iterations until he found the best position to be the one he was participating in right now. Legs bent so he could prop his drawing notebook or journal onto them; his legs acting as a makeshift easel so he could sketch or paint what was in the background
He may be inclined to share his thoughts with you, perhaps dominating the conversation as he ponders on rhetorical questions and thoughts that fill his mind, but you don’t care because your hands are busy in his hair anyway
After finding a comfortable place for his head, the back of his hair pushed itself up as he slid along the edge of your thigh. You shifted so he could have enough space and while he began to work, you could continue reading through your book. These moments you cherished, these simple, peaceful moments that allowed you to be close to him while giving him all the freedom he’d ever shown you.
Every once in a while you glanced down to his notebook and became transfixed by the way his pencil moved across the page. How each line transitioned from nonsense into a masterful capture of the world stretched out in front of him. It was incredible how his eyes were able to see so much and his hands moved to copy it all down. He didn’t seem to mind the corners of the page fluttering in the wind or how leaves would fall haphazardly around him, resting quietly on his chest or in his hair.
Your hands instinctively went to retrieve them, your thumb sliding across the bumpy surface and fingers pushing against his soft blonde hair. Letting the leaf meander on its way to the ground, you returned your fingers to his head. The tips ran over his forehead, trailing until they came to rest on his outer ear and carefully you tucked some strands of his hair behind it. You heard him sigh and noticed the quick movements of the pen slow to a near stop, a sign for you to continue.
Carefully, you returned your bookmark to the page before resting it onto the blanket. Your hands found their way back to his hair and they began to work their way to his scalp. Your nails sliding along, underneath, below, and over each strand as if you were inspecting it all. The soft texture of it, and the reaction of its owner, made the experience all the better.
After a while, Albedo seemed to pull himself away from the trance you had put him under. A line here, a curve there, his pencil began to move again and the once empty spaces of the paper grew into a beautiful work of art. You too returned to the book you were reading but left one hand against his hair, your fingers moving every once in a while.
The two of you shared in a moment, uninterrupted, and through the connection, the both of you felt more energized than before.
Diluc
Relax? What is relax -> Diluc doesn’t know how, when, or what he would even do to relax so getting him to take a break, to have a moment would be a battle to say the least
You’re much more likely to find success if he’s tired, like super tired, tired to the point you see him shaking his head or rubbing his eyes with his fingers - here he is less likely to deny you - here you have more push in your persuasion
You walked into the study knowing full well what you would find when you pushed open the door. There he was, just as you had imagined him, with his head peering down at documents, his fist balled and pressing against his forehead, his other hand gripping a pen and moving across the papers.
The light from the midday sun slipped through the window and surrounded him in a beautiful glow; an ethereal being with hair the color of juiciest apples and skin paler than the cups of china stocked in the kitchen below. If Diluc would allow it, you’d have stolen several photos of him while he worked, but he wasn’t fond of pictures.
You walked up to the desk and noticed that he had barely eaten the lunch the maids had prepared for him, a few bites taken but nothing substantial. He continued his work even as you approached the front desk, moments like these reminded you how much he trusted you. To allow someone to invade his space like this was an unbelievable sign of faith from the ever distrustful Diluc Ragnvindr.
“Diluc, are you finished with this?” You asked, resting your hand on the edge of the desk and the other grazing the edge of the plate.
“Mm?” He looked up at you, his eyes fuzzy and tired, you glanced with your eyes toward the plate and he followed their gaze. “Oh, yes. I’m finished.” You gave him a weak smile as your fingers closed around the cold ceramic. His head dropped back to the paperwork and you shook your own. Moving to place the plate on the tray next to the entrance of the study, you quickly returned to him but this time moving to his side.
“How’s it coming?” You asked him, your hand drifting toward his shoulder and you grinned as his torso shifted to press deeper into your touch.
“More and more orders are coming in. Seasonal changes always bring business, but it’s difficult to keep the orders together.”
“Hmm, well I know you’ll get it done, you always figure it out.” You slid your hand along his back and noticed how he stopped the movements of his pen. “Why don’t you take a break?”
“I’m far too busy for that.” He voiced, pulling himself back and away from you.
You reached for his hand, your fingers sliding over his bare skin. He disliked wearing gloves while he worked like this. “Indulge me?”
You’ve instructed him to remove his jacket, the heavy fabric would distract from the relaxation you explained would come - he’s a bit hesitant about it, but you’ve asked so nicely how can he possibly say no to you
He will lay on his back and look away from you in an effort to hide his embarrassment or weakness - as the master of the winery, the owner of this business, the pride of so many resting on his shoulders he always told himself that he has to hold it all together, until the day he realized you were the only thing holding him together
He melts, purely and simply, the ever stoic Diluc finds peace with you
His head provides a nice pressure on your legs, his shoulders press against your thigh as you help him get comfortable here. He’s so tall that his feet fall off the daybed, but he doesn’t say anything or really move after. One of his arms rests at his sides while the other lay across his stomach, and you can’t help but smile at the tense way his fingers wrap themselves into a comforting fist.
“I won’t hold you here for long, just try and relax.” You express knowing full well he will have a hard time doing just that. You’ve made sure his hair isn’t tucked underneath him and you admire the way it contrasts with your dark pants. With deft fingers, you undo the ribbon that keeps his hair in place, and as soon as it’s released you begin to fan the strands over your legs.
Carefully, you run your hands over his hair, pressing lightly as you start at the crown of his head and work your way over the red pool on your lap. Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed his fist beginning to relax, the way his long fingers extended across his stomach told you that he was finally committing to your request. From there, you decided to work your way through his hair, your fingers sifting and moving through the mess of wildfire on top of his head.
Each time you moved to a new, untouched spot he relaxed more. His legs bending slightly, his hands opening up, his expression softening and soon, he began to turn toward you. His head moved, forehead now pressed against your hip, his body shifted just slightly to be closer to you.
You began to softly hum, the sound of your voice adding to the calming atmosphere of the quiet study and, in a matter of minutes, you could see the steady rise and fall of Diluc’s chest, the inhale and exhale of air as it slipped past his lips and the irregular twitch of his fingers as he slipped off to sleep.
A maid entered the room shortly after and when she saw the two of you in the back of the study and noticed the smile slightly hidden under your index finger as you indicated to her of the sleeping man on your lap, she bowed and exited the room.
Scara
Grumpy - the embodiment of grumpy and absolute worst at taking any suggestion, ever. So when you bring this idea up to him, he’s super against it. He doesn’t want to appear, look, seem soft in any way - ‘what is this silly little thing you are asking me to do?’
He’d push the idea away every time you bring it up -- that is until the day your legs look so tantalizing they are practically calling his name. Perhaps it's the way your hands rest in your lap as they hold onto a book, or the light as it hits your legs, or just the sound of your voice as you offer him a place to rest again and again - he finally succumbs
You’ve been sitting in Scara’s living room for some time now. You learned early on to let him do his own thing and not get in his way, he had made that very clear. Still, you were happy he let you invade his space, that he let you be someone that he tolerated more than most. It definitely ignited your pride to have someone of his stature interested in you.
Though, the only issue with him was the fact that he was always on the move. He never seemed to be stationary for long, and often would be gone for days or weeks at a time, sometimes with a warning. So, you learned to keep yourself busy and take in every moment you could with him.
He had been in and out most of the day so you found yourself preoccupied with your things. Reading, working, relaxing, whatever followed the requirements of the day; you just went with the flow. Today held those sentiments very strongly as you got comfortable on the couch, one leg resting underneath you and the other bouncing on the ball of your foot. You had been engrossed in your book for so long, the characters' adventures gripping you and pulling you through every hill and valley they traveled. You were so absorbed in the words that you didn’t notice Scara calling your name, or how he stood in front of you with his hands on his hips.
Fingers entered your vision and a loud snap sound directly in front of you. You looked up startled and when you saw his face you finally welcomed him.
“Hey, I didn’t notice you were home.” You show him a kind smile and receive nothing in return.
“I was calling you.”
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“What have you been doing all day? Lazing about what it looks like.” He crossed his arms and looked around the room before returning his attention to you.
“I’m taking a break, you’re welcome to join me.” You added, patting your lap.
“I’ve already told you I would never do something so childish.”
You chuckle, slipping your fingers in between the pages of your book. “I know, figured I’d give it another shot. Are you heading back out?”
“It doesn’t matter.” He replied; conversations were often like this with him, short and to the point and almost always without any real answer. So you returned your attention to your book, the pages calling your name as your eyes scanned down the page before landing back on the sentence from which you had been pulled from.
You were drawn back into the scene only to be ripped out of it once again. The book in your hand was pushed to the side, your elbow knocking into the arm of the chair and your head snapping to the source of the disturbance. Scara’s face suddenly came into view as his head rested against your lap, his eyes staring at the ceiling and cheeks speckled with the color silk flowers.
He has this response to things that can throw others off so quickly. He’s violent and angry, but he shows these small signs of humanity in his actions, simple, small things every once in a while it reminds you of a small child who isn’t sure what he really wants
The more he participates in this activity, the more likely he will invade your lap whenever the urge comes over him. He’ll push whatever is in your lap away, if he’s feeling really nice he’ll pick it up and place it elsewhere, otherwise you learn to never hold anything breakable here - he won’t look at you either, his eyes will look away, always, and he expects you to know what he wants, don’t make him beg for anything
You never once expected him to follow through with your request, not in a million years. So when he settles against your legs, his face right next to your stomach and eyes looking upward at you, you're unsure how to respond.
“Well, I’m here.” He says, crossing his arms and legs as he waits expectantly for your attention. You’re so taken-aback that you can’t help but burst into laughter. Covering your face with your hand, the sound of your voice spills into the room and makes the harbinger shift against you. “I knew this was stupid …” He huffs and you have to use so much more strength than you anticipated to pull him back.
“I’m sorry. I just … I never expected … please, don’t go.” You look at him with hopeful eyes and with a sigh he returns his head to your legs. While one of your hands rests against the top of his head, the other works to save your place in your book before resting it on the end table. You don’t even notice that your fingers have started to play with the short locks of his hair until you look back at his face and see his eyes closed.
You stall, but only long enough for him to slightly open his eyes and look at you, his expression of ‘did I tell you to stop’ speaking volumes. So, you start to work your fingers through his hair, the dark purple strands slip easily through your fingers as you shift them around. Spreading your hands out and pressing the tips of your fingers against his scalp and, as your bravery grows, you move your fingers toward his jaw and along the edge of his hairline. His short hair gives you a great view of his face, and you wonder if this is the first time you’ve ever really had the opportunity to look at him. He’s incredibly handsome, one reason he was able to capture you so easily, and the longer you played with his hair, the further the corner of his mouth moved into a faint smile. You would do almost anything for that smile.
A soft chuckle sounds from your throat and the calmness of your actions is gone in an instant. His eyes are open and he’s slipped from your lap, his feet connecting to the floor and the warmth of his body dissipating from your legs. You protest, but he’s already halfway across the room and is clearly trying to keep you from looking at his face.
Kaeya
He is all about this activity - honestly, he’s all about any type of touch you want to offer him and while he has a lot on his plate, he will take these moments to be with you. He doesn’t care either where or around who, he may be partaking in this delectable experience - his mind is filled with you and, when you hold him, touch him, love him, he can think of nothing else
You hadn’t seen him all day, which wasn’t uncommon when there were new recruits or the knights were preparing for a subjection out in the wilderness, Kaeya was typically busier during these times. So, when there were days he wouldn’t be able to get away, and you knew he would continue to work until everything was done, you would find your way to him and offer him a short reprieve from the duties of his work.
He was standing in the hallway consumed in a conversation with one of the knights. His usually peppy demeanor seemed faded, his shoulders drooped a bit further, his gestures more muted as spoke with the other party, and overall, he didn’t seem as energetic as he normally was.
The closer you got, the more attention you drew, and soon Kaeya turned to look at what was drawing the eyes of his speaking partner.
“Y/N. What a pleasant surprise.” He perked up when he saw you, the light in his blue eyes flashing, a smile stretching across his face.
“Hey! I wanted to stop by since I had a moment. Are you free?” You asked him, crossing your hands behind your back and giving the other knight a quick head nod who returned your hello in a similar manner.
“Of course, I will spare all my time for you.” He closed the distance between the two of you, an arm draping around your shoulder and pulling you close.
“Captain, we’ve been asked to …”
“Yes, yes. I’ll get right on it.” He affirmed to the knight before turning all his attention to you and ushering you down the hallway toward his office.
“Are you sure you are free? If you need me to come ba …”
“Nonsense, how could I pass up this opportunity. Do not worry your pretty little head.” He laughed, his smile wide and eyes closed.
“Okay, I won’t keep you long then.”
“Oh, but I was hoping you’d save me from this boring day.” He laughed and squeezed you closer to his side, even though you could tell he was more tired than usual he was still able to give you so much of his energy.
Kaeya will turn his head toward you, he’ll wrap his hand around your waist because even here he cannot get close enough
Here, he can breathe you in and be the center of your attention - which is his most favorite thing
What he prefers, what he loves most, is when you touch his face, stroke his cheeks with the back of your fingers or your hands as they slide over him, the way you run your fingers along his brow, his jaw, and across his neck - these actions will give him the chills and it may be the only time you truly see him react in such a way
When you get settled onto the couch in his office you call him to you. He eagerly takes the space next to you as if it was always meant for him.
“Lay down, you look exhausted.” You explain, extending your arm around him and waving him to rest in your lap.
“Hah, are you trying to take advantage of me?” He asks, moving closer to you rather than doing what you asked.
“If taking advantage of you looks like letting you take a break, then yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing here.” Your laughter fills his ears and he remembers just how much he missed the sound.
“How can I possibly say no to you?”
“I know, I’m pretty convincing. Now, come here.” You pull on the sleeve of his arm and he quickly follows your guidance. His head settles onto your thighs, his face as close to your stomach as he can get, and his hands resting against his chest.
You help him drape his hair over your leg and start working your way through his bangs, sliding your fingers along his forehead. His playful smile slips into a relaxed expression as he takes in the feeling of your touch on his skin. The way you trace your fingers down his cheek, over his nose, across his lips, his jawline, he is beyond happy here.
“Do you know when you might be able to take a real break?” You ask, running your fingers through the blue strands of his hair, admiring the way it looks as you move them to places they don’t normally rest.
“It seems there are many days ahead of us. These new recruits are …” He lifted his hands into a shrug before dropping them back onto his chest, “Well, progressing at their own pace we’ll say.”
“So it’ll be a while.”
“Perhaps. Don’t fret though, I’ll always make time for you to refill my reserves.”
“I’ll take on that request.” You look down at him and catch his eyes staring back, he moves his hand to rest against your arm and gives it a tight squeeze before turning his face toward you. His eye closes and even as the conversation dies down, as his breathing becomes slower, and his hand slips down the side of your arm you know he won’t fall asleep. He never falls asleep when you are with him like this, no matter how tired he is he refuses to miss a single moment.
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