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xae-in-a-coat · 3 years

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Xaje(Z-Age): The Poetic Murderer

Yours truly made a Kingdom Hearts/Organization XIII Sona recently & finally decided to post about him here due to the fact that he somehow managed to develop an everlasting fear of people stealing his hard earned brain-work over night. Anyway, just take these small scrap doodles & angst ridden quotes I created earlier. None of this really counts as attention-worthy in my eyes, believe me, I am well aware of the fact at this point, but it’s solely for the sake of me not losing my mind over the possibility of my ideas being stolen anytime soon(plus, truth be told, I’ve actually grown quite fond of this miniscule scheme we artists call “character design”). Now, where were we? Ah yes, my quotes & in-game dialogue:

“Shadows can’t appear without light nor can stars shine without the darkness. In conclusion, our worlds require both one & the other in order to exist within a state of tranquil harmony. Perhaps we should start encountering that terribly desirable goal by changing your uneducated perspective.”

-𝚇𝚊𝚓𝚎

“You blinded light dwellers would never understand, you believe that the world is filled with happiness & success, that even in the darkest of times there’ll always be that last sliver of hope worth holding onto, that all of your feeblest dreams will one day come true. Well you’re wrong. The world is nothing more than darkness in itself, and we’re living proof of that. Us Nobodies were once like you, foolish, ignorant, weak, we clung to those same beliefs that you now spout and look where it’s landed us. An endless, inescapable abyss of nothingness in which we gather & begrudgingly call a home. Welcome to The Castle That Never Was.”

-𝚇𝚊𝚓𝚎

“Do I cause you to question the English language itself? Good. Confusion is the mind’s greatest weakness after all. Along with curiosity of course, but I’ll gladly settle for either of the two.”

-𝚇𝚊𝚓𝚎

“Allow me to put a quick end to this poorly written story of yours. It’s plot is becoming terselessly bland & ever so flavorless, these pages could endanger the less prepared minds of vain readers, & besides, not even the characters seem to know what they’re doing anymore.”

-𝚇𝚊𝚓𝚎

“Thank you, but no. I prefer to eat in private. Being here amongst the presence of all your beautiful faces is causing me to feel deeply self loathsome, or for the less educated, gross.”

-𝚇𝚊𝚓𝚎

“Yeah, I study gems. Nothing crazy though, mainly just a load of Google searches & me being pretentious, heh. Anyway, what was that really cool thing you were doing with that giant key just now?”

-𝙹𝚊𝚎

“I’m a poet, just living out my life & writing my own stories I guess. Not like anyone else would bother reading them anyway.”

-𝙹𝚊𝚎

“Hey uh- Is that a pen? Cause I kinda need one right now. Crazy bunch of ideas just flooded my pea sized brain. Wouldn’t wanna forget them right? A mind-full of words now could turn into a completely full fledged story later, who knows.”

-𝙹𝚊𝚎

“Blueberries, literature, & dreams. These are the few things I’ve stayed alive for. Yup, fourteen years of being a hopeless idiot & disappointing everyone I come by.”

-𝙹𝚊𝚎

“But why do we hate darkness even though we’re literally surrounded by it every night!? I thought you Keyblade idiots knew better, I thought you were better! Heh, guess I was wrong… Note to self: Never put your trust in anybody EVER AGAIN! BECAUSE THIS UNIVERSE IS NOTHING MORE THAN A FILTHY BREEDING POT FULL OF EVEN FILTHIER BACKSTABBERS!-”

-𝙹𝚊𝚎

“Unfortunately enough, it seems that I’ve run out of stories to tell… Heh, I should’ve realized this moment was going to come for me sooner or later. A writer’s charm only lasts so long before it fades, just as a pen will eventually run out of ink, or an uncharted idea will eventually be forgotten. Yet again, that bothersome light you use to fight us is no different when compared to those few simpleminded examples. Expiable, inconsistent, just like the hearts you so proudly hold.”

-𝚇𝚊𝚓𝚎

“Why must inspiration always come to me at the worst of times?- Ugh, I suppose that new writing prompt of mine will just have to wait for later, you on the other hand, shall be dealt with now.”

-𝚇𝚊𝚓𝚎

“Your specialty should be renewed into a weapon of some sort. Coming naturally to you in times of need, refined, retrained, & unlike what it was before. Here, take my trusty Fountain Pen for example: From normal size to weaponized! It’s quite fun actually, not that I have a heart to garner the enjoyment of course, but still, one cannot deny when one has alas discovered the thing they endearingly call ‘a hobby.’”

-𝚇𝚊𝚓𝚎

“The beings I once called ‘family’ were nothing more than burdensome unaccepting hate speakers, & surely enough, they still are. It was because of them that I ended my miserable self & landed here, fractured, incomplete, but more relieved than I can ever recall being whilst I still garnered a heart from within. Yes yes, it may not be the most apparent thing to you newcomers, but being a Nobody has its perks, especially if you willingly chose to be one.”

-𝚇𝚊𝚓𝚎

Now for an unanimated cutscene of two characters conversing through the unprofessional script put together by yours truly:

Xaje: We’re nothing more than a stain on the pristinely white pages of your world, an unwanted drop of ink that was never meant to exist in the first place, a thing you unaccepting light dwellers would call ‘a mistake.’ Still we roam freely, collecting the negative reputation you’ve forcefully written us to have. Ever spreading, ever growing, never stopping till we’ve met our untimely ends. Perhaps you & I aren’t so different after all, P/N.

Protagonist: Shut it, I’m nothing like you!

Xaje: Hm, don’t be so foolish light dweller, our respective roles as heroes & well… Antiheroes, will always set us apart of course, but in the end we both want what’s best for this dreaded empire, don’t we? deny it not any further P/N, we’re one in the same, you’re simply far too blinded by the light to see truth when it’s clearly there. Well, if I can’t persuade you now, perhaps I’ll try again another time, good day.

Protagonist: Huh?! Hey, come back! QUIT RUNNING AWAY FROM ME YOU COWARD!

Xaje: You see what I mean, foolish, ignorant, weak. Are baseless insults & vile acts of bullying really your only powers? Tsk tsk tsk, how very sad indeed.

Protagonist: SHUT UP!

Xaje: Till we meet again dearest light dweller, be sure to keep that precious little heart of yours safe whilst we’re apart, won’t you? I find that it can be quite fragile at times.

Protagonist: I SAID BE QUIET!- Aaannnd he’s gone… AGAIN!

-𝙵𝚒𝚗

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fuckyeahscienceparty · 3 years

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thursday, 12/3: FREE SPACE!

painfully domestic stardew au fic w a last minute doodle to boot! enjoy~

Just Like Any Other

Morning preparations for a doctor and his favorite patient turned boyfriend turned husband.

Ludwig hummed softly as he carefully tucked the long part of his tie through the loop that he'd made, adjusting it so that the four-in-hand knot he made rested a little loosely around his neck.

While he flipped down his collar and reached for his worn, navy blue jacket, Dell adjusted his hat next to him in their small bedroom mirror; the pretty rainbow one that changed colors that he spent so much time mining omni geodes in Skull Caverns for.

It was another day with more work to be done. Ludwig had 2 checkups planned for that day (Mikhail and Emily, if he remembers correctly) and he had to fill out all sorts of paperwork for a new order of supplies while Dell had plans to harvest some of his crops and ship them off the to be sold (while also performing his normal daily errands and spending the rest of the day in the mines, of course).

Days like this meant that the two of them unfortunately wouldn't see each other until they both got home at around 10 that night, both exhausted and (most likely) too tired to do anything other than get in bed and read or watch TV together before falling asleep.

Alas, such was the life of a farmer and the only medical professional in town. Not that either of them would give up their jobs for the world; it was what they loved doing and being in the valley is what led them to each other, after all. Just that days like these weren't ones Ludwig was particularly fond of.

As Dell reached into the pockets of his overalls for his gloves, he looked over to his husband in the mirror, unable to keep a smile from creeping onto his face.

When Ludwig caught his eye he chuckled, turning around to face him.

"What is it?"

"Oh, nothing. Just lookin' at the most handsome man in the entire valley."

Ludwig's face flushed slightly as he scoffed, shaking his head in amusement.

"It's true, don't deny it," Dell teased, putting his hands on Ludwig's hips and standing on his toes to give him a quick kiss that his husband gladly reciprocated. His eyes then shifted downwards, brow furrowing slightly.

"Hey, where's your pendant?"

Ludwig's smile dropped as he panicked momentarily, softly patting where the shell normally rested against his chest before remembering and letting out a soft sigh of relief.

"I left it in the bathroom after I took a shower. Could you be a dear and go get it for me?"

"No problem, starry eyes," Dell smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek before heading out of their room.

As Ludwig carefully parted his hair in the mirror (even though he knew it'd probably get messed up again in a few hours), he let out a surprised chuckle as Dell came up behind him, putting his pendant around his neck for him and gently closing the clasp.

"Alrighty, I gotta go down and tend to the ladies. You know how fussy they get if I don't feed 'em before 9. Are there any particular crops you wanted me to save before I sent most of it off?" Engie asked, pulling his work gloves over his hands. Medic paused for a moment.

"What do we have?"

"All sorts of stuff, I reckon. Peppers, blueberries, radishes, tomatoes, cabbage, some various flowers. Also I think some of the fruit trees have fruit that's ready to be harvested."

"Save me some tomatoes, blueberries, a peach, and a cabbage? I'll make that salad you really like tomorrow so you don't have to cook."

"Shucks, alright, I can do that. I'm headin' out now, your lunch is on the counter. Have a good day at work, baby," Dell smiled, giving him another kiss on the cheek before heading out.

As he made his was down the stairs, Ludwig stuck his head out of their bedroom door and yelled, "Try not to get yourself into too much trouble, ok?" after him.

Dell looked up at him and grinned.

"No promises, sweetheart!" He laughed, giving him a wink before shifting his goggles over his eyes and going out through the front door.

Ludwig let out an amused huff. 50/50 chance his farmer husband was going to get himself hurt and come limping into the clinic with that same mirth in his eyes, acting like 4 of his bones weren't broken and that there weren't huge bruises forming all over his abdomen. And as per usual, he'd get upset with him for not being more careful, but really, how could he stay mad at such a sweet face?

It was a miracle he was still alive, though. But he supposed miracles happened for some reason or another. I mean, here they were, weren't they? Together, he means. He considers that in and of itself a miracle, though that's a conversation for another day.

Ludwig shook his head to get himself out of his internal monologuing. He then checked the time on his phone, swearing softly beneath his breath as he realized he needed to open the clinic in less than 30 minutes.

He finished adjusting his hair, letting out a soft sound of displeasure when he realized his curls were already resisting the gel he'd put in it.

No matter, he'd deal. As well as note to himself that he needed to start buying a different brand of hair gel.

He grabbed his bag from the corner of the room where he always put it before rushing downstairs, his doves following after him as he went to go fill his water bottle.

When he turned around, he saw a glass container filled with fried mushrooms and rice, as well as a carefully wrapped poppyseed muffin, waiting for him on the counter, a little sticky note with a smiley face surrounded by hearts stuck on top of the container.

Ludwig smiled amusedly, tucking the note into his pocket. He'd put it with the others when he got back home later.

After taking his lunch and putting it into his bag that also contained things such as his phone, pens, planner, keys, and mini first aid kit, he let out a low whistle, signifying to the birds that it was time to go. All five of them cooed in response, Archimedes taking his usual spot on his father's shoulder as the others sat side by side on his bag after he'd taken out his key.

"Papa's got a lot of work today so you all better behave and stay upstairs until I tell you you can come down, alright?" Medic said to them as he toed on his shoes, the birds humming in agreement as he went out the door and locked it behind him.

He took one last look over his husband's rather immaculate farm, waving to him when he'd caught his eye as he exited the chicken coop. Dell smiled and waved back at him before disappearing into the barn, Ludwig carefully making his way down the steps and towards the direction of town.

After all, he had a busy day ahead of him. A day just like any other, mind you, but a busy one nonetheless.

#tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #tf2 science party #medic x engineer #fan art #fic #am #stdw #c drew #c's writing #spw 2020 #day 4

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socksandbuttons · 2 years

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THESE WERE SUPPOSE TO BE QUICK DOODLES BUT ALAS ILL ANSWER UR QUESTION SOON IM SORRY

#ANYWAY CRYING OVER HOW CUTE VARI LOOKS OKAY

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letsperaltiago · 4 years

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i don’t wanna miss you like the other girls do

#12: I can't stop thinking about you, #22: Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you and #28: I have never felt this way about anyone

Jealous! Amy and brand new relationship-Peraltiago

Also: Do I need to make a statement saying that Amy obviously isn't the kind of person to think she owns anyone, but means it well and in an endearing way? There you go.

Enjoy!

Read here or on AO3

It had all gone down in a spur of the moment-kind of moment that no one, even less Amy, had seen coming and honestly would’ve preferred to be without. It wasn’t really her place to say or do what she did, nor even as much as react upon it, alas… she did; she was in so deep with Jake Peralta and so she did it anyways.

Said moment had gone down during a weekend spent in Hartford, Connecticut, where the squad had attended a two day-seminar hosted by their brothers and sisters in the HPD.

Since the drive to Hartford was one of two hours, plus the seminar took place Saturday through Sunday, the squad had huddled together in two cars and were spending the entire weekend, Friday through Sunday, north of their respective homes in Brooklyn.

Immediately from the moment they arrived at the the hotel slash conference venue where the seminar was to be held everything seemed to set the scene for a pretty smooth, perhaps even fun, weekend where the squad would get to be entertained by other things that the wondering of why they weren’t at home on a weekend.

No one on the squad had any kind of expectations for the unknown city, except Holt who mentioned The Mark Twain House and Museum as a highly ranked point on his to be done-list, which meant their collective surprise upon exploring the city after checking into their rooms Friday afternoon was indeed positive enough for them to not hate the fact they were spending their weekend away from home doing work-related activities.

The very second the clock obnoxiously signalled 7 AM the following day, because not being home wasn’t an excuse, Amy Santiago was up and out of bed leaving Jake to regret, just for a tiny second, that he shared a room with his brand new paramour. It’d only been two weeks since coming to terms about “screw light and breezy”, and so far everything was smooth sailing although that morning was clearly an example of the two still figuring out this new dynamic of theirs.

“Ugh, can you stop being a decent person and get back in bed,” Jake groaned in pain when Amy without hesitance pulled aside the curtain to let in the bleak east coast-sun. If they’d been away on vacation in Mexico, even just as far as California, then maybe Jake would’ve accepted this. But there sure as hell was nothing less motivating than a sad barely there-sun hiding behind puffy clouds but still shining brightly enough to rip him out of his comfortable sleep. Especially when all there was to “look forward to”, quote Amy, was seminars; learning and powerpoint presentations that would haunt him in his next sleep.

“Stop whining and get up! The seminar starts at 8!” Amy hurried carelessly at him used to his many complaints of this childish nature. She didn’t let it take up too much of her time and had already moved on to grab clean clothes from her duffle bag to put on after her routine shower.

From where he had indeed not moved an inch Jake could hear the shower being turned on, door to the bathroom still open, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he was exhausted from staying up just a bit too late watching stupid videos on his phone then he would’ve attempted to sneak into the steaming water with Amy because he could do that now… Insane.

On the other side of the shower curtain Amy had expected the same. There was very good reason why she’d added the little detail of leaving the door open and hoped would lure him out of bed. To her disappointment she quickly noticed her so-called sneaky plan was in vain leaving but one last attempt up her sleeve.

“Jake, the breakfast buffet closes at 7.30!” she called out momentarily turning off the shower to allow her to pick up on potential sounds which could indicate her victory.

Indeed the last attempt was the right one: seconds later she heard the sound of quick footsteps and the ruffling of what she guessed was clothing items before a messy-haired, baggy-eyed Jake stumbled into the bathroom stark naked and on the edge of out of breath. The way to a man’s heart really was through his stomach, Amy though to herself amused.

“Mind if I join in real quick?” he smiled sheepishly trying his best to hide exhaustion.

All complaints and opposing to her morning ritual went down the drain with shower water the moment Amy turned it back on and smiled through biting down on her bottom lip.

Santiago: 1 - Peralta: 0

—

Perhaps Amy had twisted the truth just a tiny bit to get him out of bed so early. Jake figured this out when they 20 minutes later walked downstairs and saw a sign announcing that the first part of the seminar wasn’t scheduled for 8, like Amy had said, but rather 9 and buffet as well only closed an hour later than Amy’s information had told him. Lucky for her he was so infatuated that he let her off the hook with a playful jab to her sides and a comment about how she probably didn’t even want to date him but was simply a double-agent sent to improve his habits and lifestyle. This in return earned him a very familiar by now laugh, roll of this eyes and smile-combo: a combo he’d never get tired of and already felt like getting an eternal subscription to.

The seminar was okay, he guessed; either that or watching Amy furiously yet impressively neatly take notes with the speed of light beside him was enough to make it feel so. He was convinced of the latter when she afterwards with the brightest smile on her face showed him all the knowledge she’d managed to boil down to a few neatly organised pages in her notebook. It felt dangerous so early on in whatever they would turn out to be, yet also so very natural that in his world nothing was greater than the sight of Amy Santiago smiling at him. A sight he’d quickly grown addicted to already years back although without coming to terms with it until some months prior.

“Are you sticking around for the Q & A?” Amy interrupted his wandering thoughts whilst getting a new page in her notebook ready as a few people started leaving their seats and the conference room.

“Nah,” Jake shook his head honestly knowing that it would be lying to both himself and her if he tried to act like he genuinely cared about sticking around for an additional 30 minutes of re-explaining what he’d already spent 2 hours zoning in and out of. “I think I’ll head to the lounge. I’m feeling snacky.”

“Of course,” Amy smiled shaking her head in an evident manner. “See you at lunch then?”

“Yup,” he got out of his seat before adding a “see you at lunch, nerd,” accompanied by one last teasing smile before joining Rosa on her walk towards the exit. The comment combined with his soft brown eyes and warm smile was enough to have Amy feeling like a puddle of mush in her seat. To know that said brown eyes and warm smile were… hers? It felt weird to say or even just think it since they hadn’t officially declared themselves boyfriend/girlfriend but definitely were something; something not light and breezy; perhaps solid was the appropriate antithesis to use?

No matter what - light, breezy, solid or whatever they could be defined as - when her eyes trained after Jake walking off for just tiny bit longer than intended, Amy definitely noticed how a group of four women, colleagues, she assumed, sitting on the other side of the middle isle between her and them where Jake was walking chatted and giggled as their eyes switched back and forth between each other and Amy’s favorite partner. In spite of the fact that she was en excellent lipreader Amy, to her curiosity’s dismay, couldn’t exactly tell what these women were saying or giggling about however two things were certain: one was that they were in one way or another very interested in Jake, even after he’d left the room, and two was that Amy didn’t like it. An uneasy tightness formed in her stomach telling her so and she for the following 30 minutes of a Q & A she had looked forward to couldn’t focus enough to take any actual notes. All she was left with post Q & A were mindless doodles on an otherwise blank page which was both a waste of paper and but even worse of no good use for her knowledge.

The second the seminar was officially completely over which was everyone’s cue to leave for lunch, Amy did her best, notebook and pencil case held tightly to her chest, in an attempt to get as close to the giggly group of women from before as the room’s population walked out of the room in one big stream. Completely forgetting that she was supposed to meet up with the Jake and the others for lunch she automatically followed the four women to the hotel bar where they settled down - and so of course so did Amy simply opting for a few seats further down in conjunction with ordering herself a soda as to not attract herself any suspicion or attention.

“Oh my gosh, Sydney, you have to figure out who that guy from the seminar was!”

This definitely caught Amy’s attention, both to her pleasing and bitterness: pleasing because she’d been right about her gut-feeling and bitterness because that guy was her guy. Not whoever this Sydney was.

“Yeah, he was pretty cute right?” Who Amy guessed was Sydney, a tall, beautiful blonde clad in a nice pantsuit, Amy had to admit, answered just as enthusiastically.

“Totally! And since he’s here, probably, also a cop,” the same friend who had started the conversation chimed in and Amy wished to God she’d just shut up rather than stuff her friend’s head with bad ideas like hitting on Amy’s own guy.

“I smell work place-romance, ladies,” a third friend giggled riling the other’s up along with her. To them it was all a joke, fun, some kind of competition of cat and mouse but Amy, at her respective end of the bar, was feeling herself starting to boil, more than she’d like to admit, at the thought of someone else taking away from her what she’d just struggled for so long to obtain. It was her cute cop-guy from the seminar; her work-place romance; her… whatever! And also what kind of dumb name was Sydney even? Jake and Sydney? So dumb.

“I mean we are here for another entire day so I’ll have to make sure to run into him at some point. Tonight…” the tone of Sydney’s voice took on a sultry undertone that had Amy shuffling uncomfortably in her seat. “… wouldn’t be a bad time to run into him.” The smug smile on the blonde’s face had Amy feeling like punching it right off of her.

As if on cue, like timing couldn’t have been any worse, friend number four made her presence be known and squealed with excitement while pointing which of course immediately earned herself the three other’s full attention. “Girls! There he comes! Right there!”

Within seconds all four girls heads snapped to the side with wide hungry eyes reminding Amy of what a flock of vultures looked like prior to ripping apart an animal cadaver in a documentary she’d watched a few days ago.

Vulture-like or not, Amy’s head was included in this collective redirecting of focus and followed the direction in which the friend had pointed to.

And there he was indeed: Jake Peralta, clad in his navy blue long-sleeved NYPD-shirt and freshly cut hair with the tiniest hint at a beginning forehead curl, was walking into the lounge that very moment seemingly looking around for someone and also completely unaware of the people watching him as his entrance seems to unfold in slow-motion. Amy almost couldn’t blame the girls for drooling because the cocky detective looked really good walking into the room completely oblivious to the attention he’d brought upon himself.

“Damn… He looks even cuter than what I remembered. I have to give it a try, don’t I?” Sydney questioned, obviously rhetorically already knowing what she wanted as she almost drooled like an agitated Doberman.

“I mean if you won’t, Sydney, then I will!” the friend who’d noticed Jake enter the room playfully challenged, and even though it was all fun and games to them, Amy felt like her seat was on fire making it almost impossible to stay passive and seated for much longer.

“Oh, hell no. Stay away from him. This one’s mine, Jasmin!”

There was no telling if the line had already been crossed multiple inappropriate remarks ago and she’d managed by the grace of God to stay seated or if this last comment was the one to exceed what Amy considered her very flexible limits. Either way, no matter what, the first one option or the other, this time Amy failed to bite her tongue. She threw a comment out into the open without thoroughly considering its consequences out in the open fora first thus letting the group, especially Sydney, know what was weighing on her mind.

“You've got a lot of nerve to call a complete stranger ‘yours’,” the borderline growl of a tone in which the words came out in had Amy feeling like another person: not one she specially liked. This person, or perhaps even primitive beast was a better way of describing this persona, rooted deep down in her apparently found it very necessary to protect what she already within two weeks had come to mark as her territory. Never before had she felt so green-eyed, so absolutely reckless. This being said her instincts were more vigilant than ever before and it virtually felt out of her hands.

In the meantime, while Amy was looking at her decision in retrospect yet not at all since she wasn’t doing anything to prevent any further complications, the women had turned in their seats to collectively shoot quizzical, annoyed looks resembling daggers with their eyes at Amy.

“Excuse me?” The blue-eyed blonde challenged Amy to take her statement back which roughly said only goaded her raven-haired opponent further down the warpath.

“I said: You've got a lot of nerve to call a complete stranger ‘yours’.”

Feeling herself so ice-cold, so sure about something partially dumb and actually really petty would normally have Amy back down right away but something deep inside of her, like a raging fire, had her stand her ground. Apparently that’s what Jake Peralta could bring out in certain people, both Amy and Sydney included, because the blonde was not backing down just, rather instead coolly took another shot at Amy in the hopes to have her back off.

“Why shouldn't I? It’s not like he’s everyone, right? I’m for sure not letting any of these girls run off with him,” she pointed to the her friends behind her, the switch from threatening Amy to mindlessly joking and giggling with her little girl-squad having Amy metaphorically slack-jawed. Luckily not physically: there was no way she was showing this bimbo any sign of weakness.

“Okay, well…” Amy had had it for good and all consideration of rationality was out the window. Crowded police seminar or not there was no way in hell this light haired pest with her greedy crystal blue eyes and three flippant followers were getting the last word.“…let me explain to you why how you shouldn't assume and make people your property. Especially when you don’t even know them.”

Yes, she was being a hypocrite saying this but she was actually Jake’s special someone and not just some stranger: she did have a say in this.

For a brief second Sydney seemed shocked and like she actually considered Amy’s bold statement, but it didn’t last and before long blondie was back in the game apparently not satisfied with the way things could be left off. They way things should be left off, if you asked Amy.

“Oh, so you’re his “girlfriend” or what?,” the tone of Sydney’s voice clearly implied she didn’t believe anything Amy said.

All the, not doubt per se since she knew she wanted to be with Jake and he with her, but perhaps the insecurities about what stage they were currently at melted and slipped away as water off a duck’s back. It didn’t matter what exactly they were when one thing, the most important fact, was sure: they liked each other and they were going… steady. They were each other’s, politically correct to say or not.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I am,” Amy’s voice and eyes drilled into Sydney’s with a kind of confidence she’d never felt before, perhaps something Jake had brought into her life along with himself.

In return it earned her a mocking scoff.

“Easy for you to say. He might as well be a random guy you’ve spotted in the crowd,” one of Sydney’s friends stepped in to help her friend in what Amy knew was a lost cause on their part.

“He could be a stranger,” Amy paused very briefly biting her lip as to refocus, hopefully managing to not say anything that could potentially make the pointless, stupid conversation even worse. This but also she still did want to make very clear that the random, cute cop walking into the lounge (who even knew where exactly he was at this point?) was hers.

“But he’s not: he’s my boyfriend.”

It was as Amy allowed herself a small halt to provide her lungs with fresh air, just in case Sydney felt like dragging out the discussion, when cute cop-guy very suddenly made his exact position known. He was walking straight up to the bar and them displaying smiley lips and eyes plastered on Amy. All the women’s eyes - Amy, Sydney and friends - immediately forgot about their opponent to focus on newly reappeared target who obviously had no clue about the fact that he was walking into the belly of the beast when he made it to his destination next to Amy.

“Hey, Ames.”

He nonchalantly stretched out his right arm to place a hand on the bar behind her crating a point of support for him to lean his weight onto.

“You catching up with some old friends?”

Oh, sweet naive Jake, Amy thought but also lowkey melted as he very credulously sent Sydney and her friend’s a warm, welcoming smile wanting to make a good impression on who he believed were part of Amy’s social circle.

“Eh,” Amy smiled culpably knowing telling Jake the truth about the situation would be the epitome of an embarrassment so early on in this new relationship of theirs. “I was just making small-talk, I guess. You know… meeting new people - yay.”

She couldn’t have sounded any less awkward and enthusiastic, even if she tried. Jake, on his part, was either really openminded or had figured out there was a good reason as to why she acted like she did and didn’t want to dig deeper into it, settling for an understanding nod.

“Well, anyhow… I don’t mean to interrupt anything but you never showed up for lunch and so I just popped in to try and find you.”

Even head turned to look at Jake who was slightly behind her meaning she could only see Sydney out of the corner of her eye, Amy could tell her smug, confident look from before was faltering with every exchange of words between Jake and Amy though they were far from flirty or telling about their relationship in any way. And, yes, she could’ve left it at that, as undramatic at it had all managed to turn out but Amy, well aware of how petty it was, she knew, couldn’t help but want to conclusively knock in the nail of victory.

“Aw,” Amy spun a quarter of a round on her barstool to face Jake behind her before affectionally placing a hand on his chest - both for the sake of the show but also because, wow, she could actually do that as she pleased now. Something she was still getting used to.

“That’s very sweet of you, babe,” the word in focus was always said in an affectionate tone but this specific context definitely had it over-enhanced and laced with extra sweetness to make her message very clear.

Then breaking her own no making out at work-rule, the only rule to have survived “screw light and breezy”, she couldn’t help herself and gave into the enraged possessiveness inside of her. She leaned in to place a soft, just a bit longer than a peck, kiss to Jake who automatically lightly bent his neck to eliminate the remaining space between their current height difference. The kiss was good, they always were with him, but it definitely had to send a signal that hopefully Sydney would pick up on: do not touch.

Amy, not wanting to break her own rule too much and give in to straight up inappropriate PDA, then pulled back to throw the women-squad a smirk over her shoulder as her hand never left the safety of Jake’s blue shirt.

“Anyways… I think we’re done here? Right, girls?”

To her immense pleasure Amy was met by a mixture of bitterness and surprise which had to mean she’d proven her point. Finally. Jake Peralta, officially boyfriend or not, was not to be considered anyone but hers - apart from being very much his own person as well.

In the meantime, slightly shocked but also far from displeased by Amy’s very out of blue-kiss, Jake stood passive by waiting for his partner’s upcoming directions. He didn’t have to wait for long because whoever these other women were, Amy was done with them and hopped off of her stool promptly grabbing his hand to walk away with. It took him a few feet of walking in silence before Jake could fully assemble and give meaning to everything that had just happened. He turned to question a still smug, also a bit guilty-looking, Amy.

“Okay, so are you going to tell me what all that was about?”

They kept walking out of the lounge and down one of the many halls of the hotel.

“Nothing.”

Jake was perhaps naive at times as he saw a lot of good in everything, which Amy loved, but he knew a guilty lip bite when he saw it and it was currently on full display on the raven haired beauty.

“Hey,” he pulled her aside into one of the many small wall pockets leading to individual hotel rooms as he wished to seclude them in hopes of it easing her into telling him the truth. “What’s up with you?” he smiled knowingly taking some intensity out of the moment. It’s not like he was angry or anything, curious being a better word for it.

“Nothing,” she smiled sheepishly trying to hurry out of the secluded area but quickly realising she’d failed once she felt his hand wrap around her upper arm to gently pull her back in. Her back gently fell back against the wall before him forcing her to face him.

He lightly tilted his head to the side much like a puppy would when feeling peculiar which was hard to resist when his eyes, soft and brown, had so much resemblance with a sweet puppy’s as well. She could tell he was teasing her, aware of the fact that he knew something she didn’t and it drew her insane in both the worst and best way - Jake Peralta summed up for you.

“Now I don’t believe that… girlfriend.”

In contrast to the playfulness controlling her body seconds ago Amy Santiago suddenly felt much more put on the spot, it clearly showing by the way her blood all at once seemed to fire up her cheeks. He’d overheard her talking to Sydney and the others; he’d heard her declare herself as his girlfriend when they hadn’t even agreed on calling each other that yet. The nervousness tricked her into making a loud swallow; yet another tell.

“Oh… y-you heard that?” She stuttered.

Jake nodded firmly almost encapsulating her against the wall when he took a step forwards, but made sure to leave just enough space for her to not feel straight up trapped against her will. A small smug smile on display. Why was he enjoying this? Didn’t he see that he was torturing her?

“I’m sorry - I really didn’t mean to. I know we’ve just barely begun seeing each other as more than friends, it’s just these girls were saying things about you and sometimes I just can't control myself when around you and then it just kind of-“

He cut off her rambling by pressing his lips to hers, much needed, gently pressing her up against the wall although. Only because they were hidden from the majority of the hotel’s population, Amy allowed and excused this - or so she told herself. The feeling of his welcoming lips made her forget the mess for a few seconds, just giving into how good of a kisser Jake Peralta was, and even for a few seconds after their lips parted again she was speechless and dumbfounded by how she’d gotten herself a guy this great.

“Stop apologising,” he chuckled quickly using his thumb to wipe the corner of his mouth which inevitably made him look that much hotter.

“I know we didn’t exactly “agree on it” and that it’s still all very new, like you said, but, Ames…” his eyes mellowed after looking just a tad too cocky and alluring before, during and right after the kiss. This was definitely a different shade of Jake looking into her eyes and talking: a very soft one. “… I don’t need a certain trial period or approval from anyone to know that I’m your boyfriend and you’re my girlfriend.”

Upon hearing these words coming from the one and only Jake Peralta with recipient being herself, Amy Santiago she felt her heart shoot through the roof, take a trip around the moon and fly straight back into her chest where it had her feeling like crying, smiling, screaming and laughing all at once: a very maniac-like but also wonderful feeling. The most wonderful as far as she could recall.

“And I’m not going to force you to tell me exactly what happened, but just based on the way your fists were basically clenched when I walked up to you, am I wrong to assume that they were, let’s say, treading on your territory…”

If she’d been blushing before then now her face was definitely on fire and looking down at her feet apparently didn’t help cover it at all. The silence was enough of an answer, one which he chuckled in reaction to.

“It’s okay, Ames. At least I came around before you could Jimmy Brogan them.”

At this sympathetic joke reminding her of a time that seemed to be so long ago she had to look back up. She couldn’t hold back a chuckle and it warmed her heart to share it with him just like when he shared his with her. All the previous insecurities: had she gone too far? Let her tongue run away with her? Given too much of herself too fast to something as brand new as her relationship with Jake? It had all been answered by a few simple words, caring eyes and a kiss that told her everything she needed to know.

“I just don’t want you to think I’m this crazy-jealous, possessive type. I’m normally not like this, I promise. I guess I have never felt this way about anyone before and maybe that’s why I’m acting up. Amy I crazy?” a tingling feeling of vulnerability made an encore.

“No, you’re not because I’m right here freaking out, in the best kind of way, because of what you just said. This is the first time I feel like this too, like I can’t stop thinking about you, and it’s scary and great all at once.” Jake was quick to wash away said vulnerability she was feeling and replaced it with a prickling affection and hope.

“So… no more feeling insecure about us?” he offered some kind of peace-offering, partly to her but mostly to their shared insecurities, trying to not come off as too gluttonous as he slid his hands onto her waist wanting to soak in a new feeling of belonging. A feeling he’d found in her.

“Deal,” Amy accepted the offering with a sheepish smile as her insides flipped upside down witch excitement. All she wanted was to be with this guy, fully and greatly, and this confrontation and mutual agreement would allow her to not give a damn about future external factors.

“Noice. Smart,” escaped him in optimistic relief but before she could roll her eyes at it he leaned in to softly kiss her again. Being held by him, hands gently tracing the front pockets of her pants while his lips took her to another world, was something she could never deny him or herself - screw the rules. Lips collided over and over again, one tug bringing on the next until they lost sense of anything and were full on making out like a pair of horny high schoolers in-between classes. This is what they brought out in each other: happiness, fire, want and so many more things they’d both spent the last two weeks wondering how they’d lived without before.

Unfortunately their movie-like moment had to be cut somewhat short as people coming back from lunch started flooding the hall passing by their little intimate pocket in the wall. Amy liked Jake but she also liked staying professional and this Jake respected. They jumped back, creating an exaggerated amount of space between them before sending passing strangers innocent smiles as if they hadn’t just spent the last few minutes declaring feelings and making out at an interstate police seminar.

“So, Detective Santiago…” his voice took on a brand new tone of gravity - a tone she also recognised as acting. “Shall we head over for lunch?”

“I’m sorry to come bearing such bad news, Detective Peralta, but people are flooding the hall as per consequence of the fact that lunch is over,” Amy played along taking on a serious tone and posture.

“Aw, man… Seriously?” he whined childishly, his recent serious persona from seconds before immediately forgotten.

“Sorry… boyfriend,” she smiled sheepishly in an attempt to cheer him up which she had to praise herself, as it obviously worked seeing his face instantly lit up.

“Whatever… It was worth losing lunch over, girlfriend.”

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abyssmail · 3 years

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Caerul Design Notes,

because I’ve actually put a lot of thought into creating Caerul’s aesthetic and I’m lowkey really proud of it. I won’t get into her actual character concept/personality/backstory/etc. since this got super long, but this is how/why I made the choices I did with regards to her name and visual design!

▶ Caerul’s color scheme started off way bluer (hence the name “Caerul,” from caeruleus/a/um - “blue”/“cerulean”/“azure”/“of the sky/sea” in Latin) and less saturated, but when I gave her a (dead) twin with a red theme, I wanted them to look more alike and made both of their hair purple (although I haven’t actually done more than sketch Roseus before... he’s got purple hair and red eyes). Purple’s my favorite color, and unnatural hair colors don’t seem to be uncommon in Orth, so why not, right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The red elements in Caerul’s design are meant to represent her honoring Roseus!

All of the base colors I use when drawing Caerul! They all end up looking a bit darker once they’re shaded though.

▶ As well as shamelessly using one of my favorite Latin words (I’m a Classics major, okay ;;>~>), I also tried to pick a name that sounded similar to the ones that already exist in-universe. This was actually fairly tricky, since as far as I can tell the names in Made in Abyss have a WIDE variety of influences. Some of them seem passably Japanese-sounding (Riko, Jiruo, Kiyui, Nanachi) disclaimer I bring dishonor to my ancestors and know 0 Japanese so this is just about vibez, others seem Western-ish (Reg, Nat, Lyza, Prushka). Some are fairly whimsical (Shiggy, Maruruk, Mitty) while others are more mysterious and fantastic (Any of the White Whistles besides maybe Lyza). The only common thread I could really settle on was a general fantasy feeling to all of the names. I tried to capture that nebulous vibe with Caerul’s name, although with something so vague and subjective it’s pretty much impossible to say if I was entirely successful. I named her siblings afterward with other Latin color words and ended up with a RGB theme lol.

▸ By the way, “Caerul” is pronounced “KAI-rool.” It rhymes with “Hyrule.” The ae diphthong makes an “eye” sound in Latin #TheMoreYouKnow

▸ “Caducalae” is a portmanteau of “caducae alae,” literally “falling/doomed/futile wings” in Latin (again), playing off how pointless it is to be able to fly when the Curse of the Abyss is a thing. Originally, they weren’t supposed to work at all outside of the Abyss, but I decided that was boring for crossovers/other verses so I scrapped it. I’m not too happy with the name since it doesn’t fit the naming scheme of the canon relics (there is no precedent at all for gratuitous Latin in Made in Abyss, which is a good thing because it’s overused in fantasy, but Latin was the only thing I was good at in high school sooooo... ^^;), but I didn’t like any of my other ideas that much, either. “Wings of Futility” feels more canon, but it’s also kinda depressing :/

▶ I’ve mentioned before that Caerul’s build is based off of mine for art reference purposes (it’s convenient to just look in the mirror while making the pose I want =w=)b), but another reason she’s so short is that I didn’t have to make the caducalae quite as big since she’s smaller, so she can actually go indoors if she’s careful.

▶ Long hair isn’t super practical with mechanical wings with lots of bits for it to get caught in, but Caerul idolizes Lyza, so I left her hair as long as I could reasonably get away with.

▶ I heavily referenced the canon Made in Abyss character designs for Caerul’s clothing so she would fit into the world, but made some alterations to make everything more personal to her and accommodate for her wings. In general, I lightened everything up, since she takes a bunch of short, quick trips rather than lengthy expeditions. Her gloves, for instance, are loosely inspired by the ones we see many delvers wearing in the manga/anime, but are less heavy-duty and are convertible mittens/fingerless gloves for better dexterity with handling letters and such.

The best close up of the gloves I could find was actually a screenshot of the aftermath Reg & Riko’s orb piercer encounter, but I didn’t want to have to tag this for gore, so you get Lyza ^^; There’s a filter over Caerul here so you can see the glove better which is why she looks kinda washed out :/

▶ Her coat is heavily influenced by Jiruo’s, since he’s the only Moon Whistle we’ve seen in canon.

yeah, uhhhh, sorry to yoink your style my dude ^^;

▸ Caerul’s has a different color palette, a simpler lapel border, an extra set of outer pockets, and three separate panels in the back that button around her wings so she can put it on! I haven’t drawn it, but her shirt works similarly.

This is my favorite detail about her design tbh... it’s just really satisfying what a logical solution it is for some reason??? the original doodle is off rotting somewhere in my Modern European History notes, but I tried to recreate it just as sloppily here =w=)b

▶ Caerul’s corset isn’t just a painful fashion choice - it’s actually meant to be a(n admittedly heavily stylized) brace for her back against the weight of her wings.

▶ Since Caerul can’t wear a backpack with the wings, I had to get creative with storage options for her. In addition to an undetermined number of pockets on the inside of her coat, I gave her these two pouches on her thighs to carry more stuff.

I wonder how buff your quads could get carrying a significant amount of weight there...

▸ Messenger bags don’t seem super practical for delving, so I didn’t design a specific one for her to carry all the time, but Caerul does use them on occasion. Even with that, though, she still has far less carrying capacity than the average delver, which is a problem she has to deal with when carrying out her duties!

▶ The wings/caducalae were by far the most difficult part of designing Caerul, and it took several redesigns over 2+ years before I was finally happy with them. Their first design was deliberately far simpler in the interest of having to draw them a zillion times, but they ended up clunky and unwieldy looking:

chonky o~O

▸ The final design is MUCH more of a pain to draw (in fact, a lot of the time I cheat and just copy and paste them from drawings I’ve already done), but I think it looks much sleeker and more “functional”.

I also got better at making my diagrams look slightly more authentic ;0

▸ I knew I wanted jetpack-style thrusters to be a component of the wings to somewhat justify the shit I wanted Caerul to be able to pull with them (especially to eliminate the need for accounting for the damage landing suddenly could do to her ankles), but incorporating them proved to be one of the biggest problems of the design. At one point, they were going to have a whole separate attachment point on her back, but I finally just made them an offshoot of the first “joint,” as you can see in the final design.

A really messy intermediate caducalae sketch. The weird double pentagon shape was meant to be the part of the relic actually fused to Caerul’s back, but I scrapped that too when I scrapped the separate limbs for the thrusters.

▸ Speaking of the joints, they’re all balls so they can rotate all over and I don’t have to fuss too much about how they move. Likewise, the frame is metal, but I treat it like it’s kind of flexible, so Caerul can “flex” the wings open and closed. These wings are hard enough to draw period okay I’m giving myself every excuse to be inconsistent af on purpose.

▸ The caducalae have some “bonus” features that I’ve sketched out, but that Caerul hasn’t unlocked yet, and won’t for a while.

owo what’s this?

▸ For the wings, I think my biggest inspirations were some of the mechier Cardfight!! Vanguard dragon units (although I don’t remember which cards specifically) and the energy wings on the ninth-generation knightmares in Code Geass R2.

I’ve made a lot of OCs, and since I don’t like to use faceclaims, I’ve done a fair amount of character designing. I don’t think I’ve ever spent as much time or had as much fun with any of them as I have with Caerul, though! OCs aren’t always super well accepted in fandom roleplay, but the Made in Abyss community has been super welcoming and I’ve had a blast. Thanks for listening to me gush about Caerul if you got this far, and thank you to everyone who’s interacted with her!

The original sketch of Caerul from back in 2017. How far we’ve come :’D

#miscellaneous info #mun art #appearance #ooc #((no one cares lol))#((but I had fun putting all my thoughts down in writing ^^;))#((also! the full version of the new caerul art from the promo!))

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yes-captain-insane · 6 years

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You’ve Got Class Chapter 3

Thank you for all the notes I’ve been getting, it really boosts my confidence in my writing! I’m going to try and post on a regular schedule if I can, but for now, enjoy chapter 3.

Tuesday seemed to go by at light speed. One minute Craig was waking up, the next he was at a local gas station getting ICEEs with Clyde Donovan, then the school hours were over. Being at the gas station so long, he lost track of time so when he looked at his watch and read 2:53 he let out a dreadful sigh. He was late.

“Sorry Clyde but I’ve got stuff to do,” Craig told his friend who, currently, was going through the massive trauma of Brain Freeze. He only responded with a thumbs up, knowing Craig didn’t like to go in detail.

The leisure walk took maybe ten minutes. It would have been less if he actually cared about tutoring someone, but alas he did not. Before he went into the building Craig took off his chullo, knowing all too well that the teachers would throw a fit, even after school was over.

Making his way into the library, which wasn’t far from the entrance, he could hear panicky sounds coming from inside, along with the sound of someone flipping through papers very quickly. When he turned the corner into the room, a blond boy in a green button up was sitting at one of the tables spastically looking through, what appeared to be, his notes.

Craig had seen this boy before, the kid with the weird name… Tweek? That sounded right. His parents owned Tweak Bros. Coffee. He didn’t really have an opinion of the twitchy student, much like everything else, but was always curious on why Tweek yelled suddenly sometimes. It didn’t particularly bother him. If anything it made Craig want to approach the boy, not that he had much to say, though.

Now he had a real reason to approach Tweek. Apparently Craig was tutoring him in Calculus. Whoopee.

“Hey,” Craig called out. The boy sitting down jumped, obviously not seeing his tutor walking in. Suddenly, he shuffled to make his papers look nicer and more organized. It didn’t work.

Giving a small noise of panic, when Craig sat down across from him, Tweek attempted a smile. “Hi, um. I’m Tweek.” He held out his hand, though his eyes showed he regretted doing so.

“Um, that’s ok, man. No need to be formal. I’m Craig.”

Tweek let out a large breath that he had been holding in. The two sat in silence for a few moments. A few, very, very awkward moments. “So…” The blue coated boy started, “You’re having a hard time in calc? Do you have a um… Specific topic you’re not getting?”

The small boy across from him got a really guilty look on his face. “I don’t really get any of it.”

If Craig put emotion into anything he would be cringing. Lucky, he didn’t show emotion, so he just sat there. “What about your notes? Aren’t those suppose to help?”

“They’re um… too messy to understand. I don’t get anything she puts on the board anyways.” Tweek shuffled awkwardly in his seat, a clear sign he wanted to leave. Craig realized he felt the same. He never tutored before, so how was he supposed to know what to do?

He reached his hand out, “Can I see your notes? Maybe I can rewrite them for you? You might be able to understand if you could read them.” Tweek looked at his notebook, that had many loose leaf papers hanging out of it. He looked so unwilling to give it to the stranger, who he knew nothing about. How did he even know this what his tutor?

In the end, Craig had possession of the notes. He opened the first page, only to rip the cover off by mistake. Looking up at the blond with wide eyes he began profoundly apologizing. “Dude, I didn’t mean to do that I’m so sor-”

“It’s okay man. It’s falling apart anyway,” Tweak interjected. He had ripped so many notebooks before that he was (almost) numb to the sound of tearing paper. This was someone else, though, so he felt the strong urge to leap across the table and pry the notes back. But he didn’t. That would be a bad first impression on his tutor, someone he would be spending a lot of after school time with.

Craig, on the other hand, was focusing on reading the notes. They were pretty legible and looked like Tweek wrote them straight from the board, and nothing but what was on the board. That was probably a sign that Tweek didn’t understand what he was writing. There wasn’t any doodles either, which was a dead giveaway that Tweek was trying hard on learning.

Tweek seemed like the person to doodle while they were bored, at least to Craig. And he would be right, the blond boy was very inclined to arts, not just drawing. Though he didn’t show it or have any confidence in it, Tweak was exceptionally good in theater, instrumental and vocal music, and sculpting. So yeah, no doodles meant he was trying to pay attention.

“I’ll rewrite these so you can understand them by tomorrow, ok?” Craig asked, closing the ripped notebook. Tweek nodded furiously, still very unsure about giving his notes away. “Is there anything I can help you with right now? I mean off the top of your head?”

The boy made a sound of pain while twitching his head to the side. Decisions were one of his weaknesses. “Well, um, I don’t really know much. Whatever you think might be best!” He shouted, getting a shushing noise from the librarian.

Craig let a quick exhale leave his nose, like how when you find something funny but not funny enough to laugh. This was as close as a laugh you could get from a Tucker. Tweek didn’t know but his outburst was kind of amusing. Never before had Craig seen someone so tense about studying. Sure there are people who cry or stress, but it was like Tweak had never had help before.

“Let’s start from the beginning. Maybe you’ll understand more of the current stuff if I re explain the basics.”

That solved Tweek’s present problem. Relieved, he allowed himself to breath and relax his shoulders slightly. This was still a way too awkward conversation. Both boys were quiet for a little while.

Tweek made a muttered comment a few minutes into the silence, which by the way seemed like eons. “We could start Thursday, when I have my notes back…”

“Yeah sounds like a plan,” Craig agreed quickly. He grabbed his few things and started for the exit. “See you tomorrow, Tweak.” Without turning around, he waved at the boy behind him, who was still sitting down.

Processing the past half hour was difficult. The person tutoring him wasn’t a monster or a stuck up like Tweek had been expecting. That was good. Now he had to get along with the boy so that he doesn’t want to kill the poor blond. That would make things not good.

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stephicness · 7 years

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Hmm. For the ship thing, how about some classic Promptis. ❤

Yeah! The classic booooooys~ :D Gotta love them classicbooooooys! So here! Have some Promptis!

SendMe A Ship, and I’ll Tell You…

Featuring:Noctis Lucis Caelum / Prompto Argentum

Who said “I love you” first?

Prompto would rehearse it inthe mirror every time he would even so much think about working up the nerve tofinally confess his feelings towards his best friend. A smack of his cheek, ashake of his head, words of encouragement to show that he was ready to finallysay what’s been on his mind for all of these years. ‘You got this,Prompto. Just tell him how it is…!’ He would go out with Noctis, spendingtime with his best friend, going on adventures and outings with him, but alas…He never found the courage to say it, and he hated himself for it. Beaten downand dejected, perhaps this was just the way it had to be. And yet, thatsaddened look on Prompto’s face prompted Noctis to act, putting his hands onhis companion’s shoulder and asking, ‘You know I love you, right?’If Prompto wasn’t going to say ‘I love you’ first, then Noctis supposed hewould do it instead.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?

The king of photography,Prompto would feel as if he would be disgracing his profession if he didn’ttake pictures of the guy he was so infatuated with – the muse of his life andthe source of all of his inspiration and peace. He would take pictures of hisfavorite prince without much subtlety, with his camera, with his phone,sometimes doodling Noctis when both are unavailable to the blond-hairedphotographer. He would stare at each picture, admiring the details of theprince’s expression and keeping each memory close. His favorite photograph is,perhaps, the image of himself and the prince as ‘sea-side supermodels.’The salt water and frizzy hair afterwards was worth it in the end.But Noctls himself isn’t above taking pictures of Prompto either, but he’s farmore discreet about it. A picture he managed to snap of Prompto falling asleepunderneath a tree as he was looking through his pictures is the one Noctiskeeps as his background, a bit too embarrassed to show Prompto yet. He hides itbehind a lock screen with a picture of the Crownsguard insignia.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

‘Morning, sunshine!’ and othervarious messages are usually left behind by Prompto over Noctis. Ignis keepsthe boys on a very strict schedule, and Prompto is easier to wake up thanNoctis is – for Ignis is far too spoiling of Noctis to work up the nerve towake up Noctis as promptly as the other boys. So Prompto’s one to hop into theshower after Ignis and sometimes Gladio (whom would rather shower every otherday or so, which quite frankly irks Ignis), leaving these tiny little messagesfor Noctis for when the prince gets up and showers for the day. He had to makesure that Ignis or Gladio don’t find the message first and tease him about it,but unfortunately, they do quite often.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts?

“Hey, Noct! Check this out!” Prompto’s one to quickly point out silly little trinkets and things as he andthe prince venture around and witness the sights. They’re often insignificantsouvenirs that Prompto at the time would joke about. A chocobo phone charm, forexample, because ‘wouldn’t it be funny if we had matching ones?’ Promptowould chuckle to himself as he moves along, but Noctis seems fixated on thosecharms. Matching charms, huh…? As Prompto finds himself distracted with the sightof interesting subjects to photograph, Noctis – who was finally allowedto carry his own gil for once, considering how bad of a spender he could bewhen Prompto was involved – was quick to by the two phone trinkets, hidingthem away and later gifting them to Prompto. It’s not the first time Noctis hasPrompto in mind for these sorts of things, and so Prompto finds himselfshowered in gifts and items until Ignis has to scold Prompto for inhibitingNoctis with such frivolous spending habits. Noctis does it, regardless of whatIgnis states.

Who initiated the first kiss?

It was meant to be simpleconversations and video games that night when Noctis had Prompto over for thenight as their high school graduation slowly came around. Prompto brought acase of the malt beverages Noctis liked so much that he had gotten from a fewof his ‘connections,’ Noctis had his console set up for the two of them tofinally finish their co-op campaign together, and they were set for the night.The drinks weren’t too strong, but Prompto likes to claim that it was a drunkenconfession the night he finally told Noctis how much he really cared aboutNoctis. Perhaps not in direct bluntness, as he blundered over his words quite abit, but it eventually resulted in Prompto leaning forward for the kiss, onlyto find himself unable to do so as Noctis was too distracted by their game. Hekept it to himself, which perhaps really bothered him to no end.But later that night, he managed to sneak in a small kiss to the sleepingprince’s lips just before he too fell asleep. Prompto could have sworn he sawthe prince smile after he had kissed him. But perhaps it was the drinks playingtricks on him.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning?

Noctis had always been a heavy sleeper. You could be jumping on the bed, rocking out to some music while screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs, and Noctis would still be asleep. Odd, considering that it should be humanly impossible for someone to be able to sleep that soundly, but there Noctis was. He valued whatever sleep he could get, and it seemed like he refused to have that sleep be taken from him. So Prompto would find himself up and about based on Ignis’s schedule, grinning down at Noctis and placing little tiny kisses on the prince’s cheek and face. One kiss, he thought. One kiss should be enough. But alas, one kiss ended up turning into two. And then three. Prompto eventually lost track of all of his kisses, only breaking from his frenzy when he felt Noctis having kissed him back during the latest gesture, grumbling a small ‘Morning’ before he curled back under his blanket. Prompto’s face flared up with its red color before he wrapped his arms around the prince and gave him a tight embrace.

Who starts tickle fights?

“Stop that.” Noctis had to pull his shoulders upwards to hide his neck as he felt the photographer assault his neck with tiny little pokes and brushes of his finger tips. Head rolled around to keep hiding from Prompto’s persistence, grunts of discomfort and annoyance coming from the prince. Always. Always does Prompto do this. He’d attack Noctis’s neck with these tiny little gestures, only laughing even when Noctis told him to knock it off. Because seriously, that felt weird, and it always provoked an awkward noise from Noctis that was a cross between a grunt, a groan, and a whimper. Noctis really didn’t like that feeling, but Prompto always thought it was cute.It wasn’t until the prince decided to jump over the couch and tackle his companion down to the floor that he was finally able to get his revenge – straddling Prompto’s hips and sneaking his fingers up Prompto’s side and beginning to lightly scratch and brush his fingers over his sensitive skin and listening to the panicked laughter and breathy cries for help as Noctis made sure he’d tickle him to death.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?

With how long of a shower Gladio too, it ended up not only going well-beyond midnight before he finally stepped out in that tiny towel of his – but he also nearly took all the hot water. And after a long day of trekking through mud, dirt, daemon bodies, and whatever it was that Prompto stepped in as they crawled through that dungeon in Vesperpool, there was no way that Noctis or Prompto would wait until 3 AM until the hot water came back. Sitting in such awful smelling clothing would just be a nightmare for everyone in the hotel room.Noctis let out a sigh, glancing over at Prompto as he scratched the back of his head. Good thing the mud concealed his blushing red face as he spoke, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to muster up the courage to say, ‘Wanna just hop into the shower together…?’Prompto was quicker than lightning to drag Noctis into the shower with him.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work withlunch?

It took Prompto awhile to finally be brave enough to go to Noctis’s apartment on his own accord. A weekend day, Sunday as well, it would be the perfect time to pick up some burgers and fries and just stop by Noctis’s place, right? Well, he thought it was. He was unfortunately unaware that Sunday was always Ignis’s day to visit, preparing Noctis his meals for the day and helping the prince with his homework to be on top of his studies. So when Prompto saw the tall spectacle-wearing man answer the door, Prompto found himself nearly dropping the bag of food as he felt his heart sink into his stomach. Looks like Noctis had a guest over already. He would just leave, he supposed.Noctis, however, came over the door, noticing that Prompto brought food over. He looked hopefully at Ignis, who stared and let out an exasperated sigh. “This is how you’re going to get fat, Noct.” But he understood that Noctis would much rather spend time with his best friend. So Ignis merely shifted his plans, allowing Noctis and Prompto to eat lunch together, and giving Ignis a free afternoon before returning to cool Noctis dinner. With one exception, of course: Prompto would stay for dinner.Free food? Prompto wouldn’t deny that, that’s for sure.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date?

It was official: Prompto was finally legitimately dating the prince. His prince charming. The whole idea was so surreal. Like, what was he supposed to do? To say? To let happen? After spending so long hopeless pining after Noctis, it was finally rewarded when the prince said ‘sure’ to Prompto’s date idea to the arcade. Prompto felt himself freezing as he stood in front of the door to Noctis’s apartment. He should just knock. Tell the prince that he was ready to go! But he checked his sweat levels to see if he wasn’t over sweating or smelly. He looked at his phone a few times, thinking that he’d look too desperate if he knocked five minutes too earlier from his time to pick-up Noctis. He did everything but knock. But he waited anxiously until he felt it was time for him to finally knock and ask Noctis if he was ready to go – of course, fifteen minutes after his intended time. But he wanted to be ‘fashionably late,’ because that’s what the cool guys do, right?If only he had known that Noctis spent the entire time staring through the eyeglass of his door, waiting for when Prompto would finally knock. But nevertheless, Noctis waited. Eagerly. Anxiously. But nevertheless, ready and eager to go on his first date with his favorite ray of sunshine.

Who kills/takes out the spiders?

Neither of them. That’s Gladio’s job. Because bugs, insects, and arachnids are icky.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk?

“I really like Noct, okay? He’s smart, and great, and sexy, and he’s got a really like ass!” Noctis covered his face in embarrassment as Prompto swung his arm around Noctis and pointed at the prince. He had intended on just going to make sure that Prompto wouldn’t get too enthusiastic about drinking at this house party, but it looked like Noctis would need to be saved more than Prompto would. Prompto would just talk on and on about Noctis’s may traits, girls asking them how long they’ve been a couple and if they planned on getting married with how close and ‘in love’ they looked. Prompto would just confirm it all, saying that one day, he and Noct would have a marriage under the stars, just when dawn would appear, because that would be fun, right? Prompto thought so, and Noctis secretly did too.But it was too early to be talking about marriage yet. Instead, Noctis swung his arm around Prompto and lifted him up to help him get home without stumbling too much. Noctis remembers everything that Prompto said, but unfortunately, Prompto never remembered much of that night. But that’s alright, Noctis thought. He’d keep in mind their dawn-lit wedding plans, and have the idea close to heart after that night.

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