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anxiousbabybird · 3 months

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Love and Deepspace men x fem!reader slightly unhinged and NSFW HCs, PART 2!

Once again, minors do not interact! I made you guys a part 2 of my current thoughts. No plot or card spoilers in my comments or reblogs, please and thank you 💙

Part 1

Rafayel

Have you met this man? He wants to know where you’re at and who you’re with at all times. So jealous. It’s probably in your best interest to forget other men exist once you’re dating him

Convinced you to suck his dick while he’s painting to see if it helps convey emotion into his painting—he accidentally pushed the paintbrush through the canvas when he came

Loves when you ride him—it’s so cute watching you bounce on him and use his body for your own pleasure. This also allows him to sit back a little and enjoy every sound you make, every facial expression, every feeling. Of course he does eventually get bored and flips you onto your back for his turn

Before you’re dating, he persuades you into being a nude model for him. He takes his time caressing your skin and telling you he has to “feel” the art, lets his hands wander and linger as he moves your body little by little until you’re in the exact position he wanted. Spends hours staring at your naked body, pretending to draw it (he finished his sketch hours ago but he doesn’t want you getting dressed yet)

Kinks/fetishes: biting, marking, breeding, spit, primal, spanking, mirror sex, praise, wax, shibari, choking, exhibitionism

Loves a pussy job—just sliding his cock between your folds and tapping at your clit like he’s knocking on a door until he cums all over you. Loves this for two reasons: 1) you look exquisite with your clit swollen and body spattered in cum, and 2) the banter between the two of you during a pussy job is top tier. It’s not quite degradation, but you’re both going back and forth in the most teasing way, riling each other up.

Has the biggest praise kink. He thinks he might actually die if you don’t tell him how amazing he is at least 12 times a day

Part of the pretty dick club. It’s actually perfect—thick but not too thick, long but not too long, nice veins wrapping around and well groomed at the base. Some would say it’s perfect.

Xavier

Sometimes when he’s flustered by you, his body emits a soft glow because of his evol. You notice it for the first time when you surprise him with a kiss to his cheek. He glows a little brighter the first time he kisses your lips too.

He’s fallen asleep during sex before. Usually after several rounds, he’s cum twice already, and you’re laying on your sides on the bed and he’s lazily thrusting into you from behind and all of a sudden he stops. Sheathed inside you and an arm around your waist. When you look over your shoulder, he’s sounds asleep and already softly snoring. You have no choice but to do the same, falling asleep in his arms and keeping his cock nice and warm all night

His favorite position is missionary where your legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s slowly, deeply thrusting into you. He likes seeing every expression on your face, really feeling you sucking him in, hearing every breathy moan you try to hide from him. And he likes that he can kiss you whenever he wants

Likes to read at night, even though he falls asleep doing it. When you start staying nights at his place, he convinces you to read out loud to him and you do that every night until he falls asleep with his head on your chest.

Kinks/fetishes: hair pulling (he likes when you give a little tug), overstimulation, marking, cum play, face sitting, cockwarming

Loves fresh flowers and brings you new ones every week. He thinks they’re pretty and hopes you appreciate them the way he does. Sometimes he buys them or sometimes he picks them from some lush patch in the forest. Always takes some for himself so he knows when they start dying and he needs to get you new ones.

Loves to lay his head in your lap so you can play with his hair

The kind of guy who will keep his hand holding yours no matter what because he wants to make sure you’re staying beside him. Sometimes takes one of your hands and puts it in the pocket of his sweatshirt with his just so it stays warm.

Zayne

He was very opposed to fucking in the hospital at first but then on a day he was super stressed, you stopped by and sucked him off under his desk while he reviewed charts and he was able to successfully perform a surgery other doctors thought was inoperable—he was more lenient on sex in the hospital after that

Kinks/fetishes: size kink, spanking, brat taming, choking, degradative praise, impact (spanking/flogging/paddle), breeding, edging/denial, thigh riding, dirty talk

Has absolutely bent you over his knee to spank you when you’re being a brat and talking back to him all the time with no regard for your own well being. All he wants is to take care of you because you never take care of yourself. And he would take the best care of you.

Cunt smacks. No further explanation needed.

Favorite sex position is prone bone. He likes hitting it from the back because sometimes the prolonged eye contact that can come with facing each other makes him uncomfortable. But doggy style isn’t what he wants because he wants to feel your body against his, holds you as close as possible. This position works best because every inch of him is atop you and he can feel your body there beneath him, he gets to tuck his head into your neck to bite or kiss or moan into, he’s close to your ear and can whisper filthy things or tell you how close he is or how good you feel around him, and most of all, this position has him so fucking deep inside you that he swore nothing in this life felt better the first time he entered you in this way

Allergic to saying nice things to you 98% of the time.

He runs cold because of his evol and sometimes when he cums, it feels like ice inside of you. Made you scream in surprise the first time but leads to some fun temperature play where he uses his tongue to warm you up after. He’s also often cold and loves to curl up against you and tell you that you’re his heater.

#ThickDickClub

@luffysprincess @seraphofthesimps @adaurielle

#love and deepspace #rafayel #rafayel x reader #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier x reader #xavier love and deepspace #zayne x reader #zayne love and deepspace #zayne #love and Deepspace hcs #rafayel HCs #Zavier HCs #Zayne HCs #mdni

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jobean12-blog · 2 months

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Color Me Yours

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob!Bucky)

Word Count: 984

Summary: Whether or not he's busy with his work he always has time for you and whatever you want.

Author's Note: I had written a story about coloring with Joel and I just love the idea of doing something so simple with our fave guys and then I thought Mob!Bucky would be so fun to color with. This is just a snapshot of a soft and fun domestic moment where our usual no bullshit boss is really and truly himself with his most favorite human ever- his wife. I also mention a scene in the movie Ghost from 1990 and I referenced this scene. Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: It's fun and fluffy and sweet and silly and ends with a bit of spice bc I can't help myself, established relationship, coloring bc yay!

“There you are doll face.”

You walk into his office with a smile, your hands kept neatly hidden behind your back.

“What are you hiding?” he asks as he leans back in his leather chair, legs spread wide and smirk pulling at his lips.

“A book.”

You stop just in front of his large mahogany desk. You’re wearing nothing but a tank top and panties and your skin warms as his eyes sweep over you appreciatively.

“What are you reading now?”

“Not that kind of book.”

He raises a questioning brow.

“It’s a coloring book.”

With an easy push he swivels his chair to the side and pats his thigh invitingly.

“Come ‘ere doll. Let me see.”

You come around the desk and perch yourself on the thick muscle, watching his reaction as you reveal your coloring book and colored pencils.

He takes it from your hands and starts to flip through it, smiling the whole time.

“These are beautiful,” he says.

“Thank you.”

He carefully places your things on his desk and wraps you in his arms. You rest your head along his shoulder and slip your fingers into the open buttons of his collared shirt.

“If you’re not too busy now, will you color with me?”

Your head tilts up to meet his eyes and you find him gazing down at you softly.

“I’m never too busy for you doll face. You know that.”

He sits up and pulls the chair toward the desk, caging you in with his arms around your waist and his chest pressed to your back.

“The only rule is you have to stay in my lap while we do it.”

He whispers the words against your neck, gently kissing the spot before he pushes the strap of your tank top off your shoulder and continues pressing his lips along your skin.

“One more rule…you can’t distract me until we’ve done some coloring,” you breathe out. “You’re very distracting.”

“Fine. I’ll behave doll…for now.”

You turn your head and chase his lips, sliding your hand into his hair and gently scraping your nails along his scalp.

“Tease,” he growls playfully against your mouth.

With a coy smile you peck his lips one last time then ask, “did you see any particular picture that you want to color?”

“You pick,” he answers, keeping his face nestled in your neck.

“Let’s color this one.”

You point to a page and then start sifting through your colored pencils. He waits for you to pick one then does the same, deciding on a cerulean blue.

“Almost as pretty as your eyes,” you purr.

He kisses your cheek and let’s his nose run along the column of your throat, whispering his thanks.

“This is relaxing,” he murmurs.

“I agree. I was going to try painting next...”

“I’ll build you a space for you to do your art. Any kind you want.”

“Can we get a pottery wheel?”

“Of course,” he answers.

You turn to look at him, smiling brightly when you exclaim, “then we can make something together like Molly and Sam in Ghost!”

With a squeal you go back to coloring, unaware of Bucky’s confused expression.

“Molly and Sam?” he asks.

“YOU HAVEN’T SEEN GHOST?” you nearly shout, turning in his arms again. “We are watching it tonight.”

“Is it a scary movie…about a ghost?”

His question makes you roll your eyes and you poke him with a colored pencil.

“NO Buck. It’s a love story and they totally have sex after he distracts her while she’s making her pottery…”

“What are you implying doll?”

“Oh nothing,” you sing song. “I’m sure you’ll love the movie.”

“I’m sure I will too.”

“You better…it’s so good.”

He lightly nibbles on your neck in response, causing you to squeal again.

“Nibbles laterrrrrrrr,” you half whine half giggle.

He relents but only after more soft kisses to any part of your bare skin he can reach.

As you go to choose a new color you pause to watch him, noting how his movements are precise and he stays within the lines, coloring each part of the picture with consistency.

“You’re really good at this,” you muse. “Have you been secretly coloring without me?”

He chuckles.

“Nah doll face, but you know I love to pay attention to every little detail.”

“Oh, that’s an understatement,” you giggle.

“Are you making fun of me?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you say cheekily.

He nuzzles your neck, knowing his scruffy jaw tickles your skin and it makes you wiggle and squirm in his hold.

“Buckyyyyy,” you gasp.

He finally stops to let you breathe, securing you in his lap again and pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

His right hand holds the colored pencil and his left rests on your hip and as time continues to pass in comfortable silence his fingers begin to trace circles on your skin, slow and light.

“Done already?” you purr.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about doll.”

His tone is incredulous even as his hand dips lower and teases between your legs.

You try to stay focused on coloring the picture but his touch is far too distracting and you drop the pencil with a sigh and lean back.

“What about my coloring?” you whisper as your hands slide down and grip his thighs.

He pushes your legs apart and slides his finger over your silky panties.

“This is all your fault,” he murmurs. “You came in here wearing almost nothing…”

“My fault?” you breathe out. “This is why I can never get anything done…you and your hands…distracting!”

“You love it.”

“I do,” you gasp, rocking in his lap. “But you aren’t getting out of coloring…or the movie.”

He takes your earlobe between his teeth with a gentle tug, drawing soft little moans from your parted lips.

“Wouldn’t dream of it baby doll. You know I’ll do anything you want.”

@hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @goldylions @kmc1989 @littleseasiren @lizette50 @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #mob!bucky #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #mob!Bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #mob!bucky x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader

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dontmixpaintinyourcoffee · 6 months

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My favorite Conduit Of The Horrors 🩵

Rambles and art stuff under the cut

I love thinking about the primary trio post-nmpd, and there have been some really cool headcanons floating around, and long story short I rewatched Yellow Jacket and I have some ideas in the works. I don't know if this is post-Yellow Jacket or in the middle of it or what, I'm not actually thinking that deep about it I'm just having fun lol. For reasons I needed to have a finalized design for Hannah soooo-

I managed to seriously screw myself over by deciding to try and draw 2 characters I adore that are played by four extremely different looking actors. It was frustrating, but interesting to try and pick out what I thought the most important features of each version was.

So like, for BF Hannah I just used Kendall Nicole as the reference, easy peasy. But aging her up was a bit of a juggle. Eventually I ended up kind of grafting Lauren's expressions onto her face shape, which I also referenced Angela Giarratana for. Just to get that familial connection in there. It really helps that they both have that distinct chiseled chin, it's really fun to draw and fairly easy to replicate. (Side note, Lauren has an incredible ability to suddenly look like a deer in the headlights out of nowhere. The nervous energy that rang through her performance as Hannah was amazing, and I couldn't get over how damn expressive her eyes were)

I was gonna have a more detailed drawing of Ethan in there, because I absolutely love their relationship, but I chickened out. I ended up basically just drawing Joey's version with slightly shorter hair that is longer on one side, like a half-mullet thing. This is partially to try and synthesize the two versions in my head aesthetically, but mostly it's to differentiate him from Pete. Pete is a little difficult too, I actually really like how Nick Lang played him and wanted to incorporate some features from there, but I decided to save it for another day because I was giving myself a headache. Honestly a lot of the stuff is just hair texture, cause one of the most defining traits for their designs in my head was the way their curly hair was styled. But at the same time Joey's current haircut is damn iconic and I love being able to swing it around for the drama Ghibli-style

#arachnophobia #arachnophobia tw #spider tw #spiders tw #hatchetfield #hatchetfield fanart #starkid #starkid fanart #yellow jacket #nightmare time 2 #nightmare time #black friday musical #hannah foster #ethan greene #coffeepaintart #wow there was a lot of jazz hands during that murder

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nipuni · 9 months

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You've made so many beautiful things, your art's so pleasing to the soul. You're simply amazing!! I was wondering, what's your favorite drawing that you've made? And why?

(My fav of yours is the one where Erik's looking at Paris from the statue. Gorgeous composition!! 🙌)

😭❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much!!! I love your art too!! 🥺 AHH I think out of my Phantom art I like these the most, if I had to pick just one favourite it would probably be the first one in this list 😊 I like all of these for different reasons, the first two and the second to last because I like how expressive they turned out, the third, fourth and fifth because of the composition, the sixth because of the intricacy, the seventh and last because of the lighting, I think in all of these I missed the mark on some aspects but landed the one thing I was going for so I still like them 😆

But I think the art I'm the most proud of right now is the one I've made for my original characters so far!! Not for the art itself but because it's the first original story and art I've made so it feels special to me 😭

Thank you for the lovely message!! this was fun to think about 🥺❤️

#nips replies #my art #phantom of the opera #looking back at things I've made feels so strange #because the second I'm done with something all of my focus shifts to the next thing I will make #but it was nice browsing through old art and not completely hating everything! I used to feel that way when I was younger 😆

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agaypanic · 3 months

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Hello! I'd love to request Charlie Swan with a teacher girlfriend. Perhaps he comes to visit on his lunch or something and sees how attached the kids are to her and it makes him happy to see how caring she is. Please and thank you!(I work with pre k but my former class was todds and they are still clingy 💖💖)

Lunch Break (Charlie Swan X Teacher!Reader)

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Summary: Chief Swan visits his girlfriend on his lunch break, and can’t help but adore the way she is with her students.

A/N: i know nothing about taking care of or teaching little kids lol

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Charlie wasn’t used to being around a toddler, let alone twenty of them. Even when his daughter Bella was at that age, he didn’t see her much.

Yet here he was, sitting in his girlfriend’s classroom, having lunch with her while a group of toddlers napped on the floor.

“So, how’s your day been?” You asked in a whisper, picking at the burger and fries that Charlie had brought you from the Carver Cafe.

“Oh, not much.” He responded in an equally low voice, but more gruff. His fingers smoothed over his mustache before speaking again. “Still looking into those missing persons cases, but we’ve been coming up with nothing.”

“You’ll find something, bear.” You squeezed his shoulder, and he leaned into your touch. “You always do.”

“Yeah, maybe… But enough about me, how’s your day?”

You let out a tiny laugh, not surprised that Charlie would bounce the attention onto you as soon as he could.

“Well, today we had an art day.” You gestured to one of your tables on the opposite side of the room, covered in different drying papers. “Watercolor, crayon, markers, that kind of thing. That was really fun. I know I shouldn’t play favorites, but I really like Delilah’s. You know her mom, right? Samantha?” Charlie nodded after a quick moment of thought, and so you continued. “Well, she wanted to make a meadow, so she covered her paper in green, and then she stamped little fingerprints all over as flowers. I mean, you kinda have to ask her what it is to figure out what it is, but I don’t know, it was really cute and- oh my god, I’m rambling, huh?” You covered your mouth to stop more word vomit from spilling, a little giggle slipping past your fingers.

Charlie pulled your hand away, laying a kiss on your knuckles. He nudged your knee with his own, a coy smile on his lips.

“No, I like hearing you talk.” Your cheeks reddened, and you scrunched your nose at him. He squeezed your hand. “Come on, keep going. What happened after painting?”

“Read the kids a story.” You answered, trying to remember the title. “They really like that Llama Llama book. But some of the kids really wanted ‘Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus!’ so I told them I’d read that after nap time. Then they all had food, fell asleep, and then you came with lunch.” You ate a fry before stealing a sip of Charlie’s coffee. You liked how he didn’t mind, instead watching you with a fond expression. “Which is delicious, by the way, thank you.”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

“Ms. Y/n?” A tiny voice sounded from one of the sleeping mats. You gave Charlie’s hand a quick squeeze before letting go and standing up from your chair.

“Jayden?” You asked quietly, even though you knew it was him from his voice. “Are you okay?”

“Bad dream.” The little boy answered, rolling off his cot and looking at you with bleary eyes and a frown.

“Aw, I’m sorry, honey.” You said softly, crouching down close to him. “Do you want a hug?”

He nodded a few times, carefully walking through his sleeping classmates to reach you. He latched his arms around your neck, and you patted his back, waiting until he felt better.

Charlie saw the interaction from the corner of his eye, not wanting little Jayden to feel watched. He couldn’t help but smile at how quickly you were able to comfort him. It was clear that you were made for this kind of work, being so caring and nurturing without even thinking about it.

“Feeling better?” You asked Jayden as he let go of you, and he nodded. You smiled at him. “I’m glad. Now, you have a couple more minutes before we gotta start waking up. Do you wanna lay back down?” Jayden nodded again, and with a little wave of his hand, he tiptoed back over to his mat.

When he was settled, you stood up from your crouched position and went back to Charlie, who was looking at you with a twinkle in his eye.

“What?” You asked, finishing off the rest of your food.

“Nothing.” He said, shaking his head a bit. Charlie looked at his watch and sighed, realizing his break was almost over. “I should probably leave. The boys’ll need me back at the station soon.”

“Okay.” You said with a slight pout, wishing you had more time with him. The two of you cleaned up, Charlie insisting that he could throw the trash away on his way out. “I’ll see you later, bear.”

“See you soon, sweetheart.” Charlie kissed your cheek and went to the door, giving you a wave before exiting the room.

#agaypanic #charlie swan #charlie swan x reader #twilight #twilight x reader

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aspenthewriter · 5 months

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Bayverse! Donatello x Fem! artist! Reader

this was mainly for my sake because I really wanted to right for my favorite turtle and I’m an artist and idk-

I might take a little bit of a break from writing the trolls stuff to writing more of some TMNT because it’s literally my favorite show- anyways

Fandom: TMNT

Warnings: literally none- pure fluff, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Pairing: Bayverse! Donatello x Fem!Artist! Reader

• he literally loves you so much.. so ofc he’s gonna love your art- he’s going to compliment it every second he gets

• and if you draw him?! He’s done for, his heart is literally beating out his chest, butterfly’s in his stomach, he wants to marry you now

• sometimes he’ll be in his lab and you’ll be sitting in your own little corner he made you (lucky litt- jkjkjk) and he’ll see out of the corner of his eye, you drawing him or something in his lab and he’ll smile

• literally the happiest man when you show him something you’ve been working on

• sometimes you’ll be sitting on the makeshift couch in the lair drawing and then he’ll just pick you up, sit where you were sitting, place you In his lap, put his head on your shoulder and watch you draw

• like I said previously he absolutely ascends when you draw him so if he ever finds out you have like 7 spreads of Him he’s literally marrying you ON. THE. SPOT.

• he adores you so much like

• Art is time consuming, stressful, difficult and somehow you just do it?! Like how-

• he’s lowkey jealous he wish he could get something done so quick and effortless

• (he knows it’s not quick and he knows it’s not effortless but know what I mean?)

• he’s just so In love with you and your craft-

• he’s lowkey wondering how tf he bagged a beautiful, talented, sweet, nice, cute baddie

• like shiiiiii-

• if he could stare at the cute expressions you make when your concentrating on a a drawing, he would, 24/7 365 at 1,000,000% (y’all understand the reference? No? Okay..)

• he loves randomly sneaking into your room while your drawing at your desk and then just coming behind you to watch you

• he loves seeing your process

• I mentioned it twice that he likes it when you draw him but if you draw his brothers as well? He’s literally sobbing- he loves th fact you get along with his brothers so well, EVEN RAPH?!

• once you where drawing splinter while he was meditating and then after he was done you showed it to him and he almost cried (very OOC Ik but whateva)

• overall he loves you to death, his brothers love you to death, splinter loves you to death, you are apart of the family now :)

I fucking loved writing this, my hobby, my favorite turtle, fluff literally all my favorite things- like it’s perfect (for me at least-)

I hope yall like this :3

-Aspen out!

#art #drawing #tmnt bayverse #bayverse donnie #bayverse donatello #bayverse Donatello x reader #donatello tmnt #donatello x reader #tmnt

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the-traveling-poet · 26 days

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We hit 500 followers?! Thank you my lovelies, I couldn’t have had the courage to continue/return to posting without y’alls love and support 🤎🤎🤎

For hitting 500 followers, I had this idea to do a Levi x Painter!Reader drabble and well I just thought it would be humorously wholesome :)

The day started out chaotic enough as it was, with back to back training sessions with his squad and business meetings with Commander Erwin in the Capitol; yet Levi’s partner had taken on a new hobby that set his nerves to an all time high.

Of course, he would never outwardly express his anxiety towards this hobby, as he knew it brought you joy. But all the same…his jaw would involuntarily clench at the sight.

As there you often sat at his own desk, a pad of thick paper laid out before you and a teacup of black tea at your wrist.

Maybe it was the fact he still wasn’t quite used to having the luxuries he suddenly acquired when joining the Survey Corps, as to him that’s what they were. A stable bed to sleep in, three meals a day, access to fitting clothes and a bright sky to look up at. Most importantly, his newly granted access to his favorite brews of black teas from the interior.

Perhaps that’s what made him tense every time he witness his partner dip a fine bristled brush into a cup of perfectly fine black tea, a cup that easily could have been drank to sooth his own nerves from the previous day to day’s work loads, and use the liquid to stain parchment into whatever image they wished to create.

You had started off with regular paints, in the beginning; filling his office with colorful murals of varying forms of expressive thought he often liked to muse over in his spare time. But when one fateful night when you came into his office to share tea, you had spilled his cup over a sheet of paper he had laying out on his desk. Upon drying, you were amused to see a unique pattern stained in shades of beige and brown lining the parchment.

Ever since, you’d picked up your “tea-wasting painting” hobby, as Levi liked to call it.

Levi would never forget the day he mistook his tea cup for yours, and took quite the gulp before finding several broken bristles floating around the dark liquid. Ever since that day, he triple checked a cup was his own to spare his anxious heart and queasy stomach.

Your creativity always captured his attention when he would be brave enough to stand at your shoulder and peer over at the paper, though. And after some time, he took to watching you create your art on a more regular basis. It took a lot of convincing from you, but eventually he tried it himself.

He’d always become flustered and dismissive upon your praise, but began to secretly leave out “forgotten” cups of his precious tea for you to use, should the sudden creative urge take you over.

He’d never admit it aloud, much less even to himself, but he rather enjoyed participating in this hobby with you. He could bitch all he wanted about you wasting his tea, but at the end of the day, he’d be sat across the desk from you with a brush of his own in hand.

And of course, a separate cup of his own safe tea well out of your reach.

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tvgirlzz · 7 months

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Gwen Stacy x fem!reader

notes: did not proofread this but enjoy 😣 also the only story I’ve really written was an English assignment on a book so feel free to give critiques if you have any 😋👍

“Sit still, Gwen!” You laughed as she moved uncomfortably.

Gwen had snuck into your window and while you were trying to decide what you wanted to make your art project on. Your teacher said it ‘had to be something close to you and not a random thing you traced from the internet.’ It was unbelievable the amount of times someone in your class used a dog they never met before for their project. Being the amazing girlfriend you are, you decided to make your project on her.

Which brings you to now, watching Gwen squirm uncontrollably on your bed.

“How long is this gonna take Y/N? I don’t think I can feel my butt anymore.” She complained, shifting around.

“Not long, I swear! Only a few more minutes.” Your brush delicately strokes, the light watercolors slightly dripping down the canvas. Painting beautiful pastel colors such as blue for her eyes, yellow to match her blonde hair, and topping it off with a pink and purple background.

Making sure to miss no detail, you picked up a small tipped brush. Carefully painting the small dots of her freckles, to the small, visible veins on her hands.

“Are you done yet? Lemme see!” She stood up, picking at the canvas in front of you.

“No! Sit down!” You lightly pushed her back down, moving her hands so she could pose again.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise. You can see the finished product once my teacher grades it.”

Setting the brush down, your eyes scanned all over the canvas. Sighing, you bit your lip nervously. This was good, right? You knew your art teacher was a hard critic but very easy on the grading. So why were you nervous?

“What’s wrong, babe?” Gwen furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to read your facial expression. She stood up and walked behind you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and laying her head on top of yours.

“If it makes you feel any better, I love it.” She knew you didn’t want her to see it yet, but she couldn’t help it. Your art was one of her favorite things about you. How different and unique it was.

“You weren’t supposed to see it yet..” You whispered in a downhearted tone.

She kissed the top of your head and hugged her tighter. “I know, but I can’t help myself. Your art is so beautiful.” Gwen was trying to cheer you up since she knew how much pressure you put on yourself to make these projects perfect.

“And your muse is pretty hot, don’t you think?” She smirked and poked your cheek.

Letting out a chuckle, you let your lips curve into a small smile. “Yeah, she is. The prettiest muse ever.” You move your head to look up at her.

She smiled back at her and gave you a sweet peck on the lips. “Don’t worry about this, okay? You’re the best artist ever and probably better than everyone in your class. I’ve seen some of those works and damn- it’s awful.”

“Maybe we’ve seen different works because everyone in my class is advanced.”

She gasped. “You call Ned’s self portrait advanced?!”

“That’s different, he’s just really bad at art.” You stood up from your stool, let Gwen’s arm slide off of you. Picking up the canvas, you move it to your desk where it can hopefully dry. Then, you felt Gwen grab your waist as she turned you around to look at her.

“I love you, alright? And if you don’t get a good grade on this, just know that I still think you’re the best artist in the world.” She placed one hand on your hip and the other resting on your cheek, stroking it lovingly with her thumb.

“I love you too.” You replied in a soft tone. She smiled at you and leaned down to give you a kiss.

Pulling away, she moved her hand down into your pants pocket. “Now come on, I want to lay down together and binge a show. That’s why I came here.”

“Alright, you can pick.” You handed her your tv remote and crawled into your bed. She hopped in after you and laid her head down on your chest, letting you run your fingers through her hair.

As you and Gwen spent the rest of the night watching 90’s television shows, your art project slowly dried on your desk. Leaving bright, colorful watercolor marks as Gwen’s painted face stood still on the canvas.

She was really the prettiest muse you could ever have.

{ written by @loversrockxx please don’t steal 🙏🏽 }

#✧˚ · . fics #gwen stacy x reader #spider gwen #ghost spider #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #gwen stacy spiderverse #marvel #gwen stacy x fem!reader

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stupidgalaxybrain · 1 year

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If there's one thing I'm proud of as an artist, it's the fact I'm a style chameleon. I decided to sit down and recreate 4 artists I really love, and who better to do it with than with the most varied character in the entire franchise: King Dedede! This isn't just for appreciation though, but a study on how other people translate DDD's design, since character design is a passion of mine!

Let's start with @miniiieevee!

Oh my gosh their art is super great, and I think the most important part of getting the style right was the sparkles. I have never seen someone do highlights this way, and it's both super recognizable and super cute! For the King himself, we have a nice round beak, visibly blue eyes, a distinct head, pointed crown jewel, an undershirt, and stripes along the top of the belt. Like most of us, they use the (owo) kind of mouth and really fluff up the coat. Separate fingers can also show up for posing, following Spongebob physics. The stitching on the gloves and the little round eyebrows are another really cool touch! Out of all of the styles I looked at, this one has the most pastel colors.

Next is @das-a-kirby-blog!

Das-a-kirby-blog has such a cool variety in their work, from really shapey sketches to super abstracted color schemes, which while super amazing, didn't provide me the best ref material. The colors here are frankensteined from a few sources, so I hope they capture their actual base color palette. They go for the pin-shaped route for body shape, with the undershirt (though sometimes there's no under layer), typically black eyes, extra belt stripes, and a chunky diamond shaped crown jewel. My favorite touch is the cottonball on the crown. Like I said at the top, they excel at shapes in their art!

Third is @jojo-schmo!

I've been silently reading their roleswap comic, but I should've been loudly reading it because I super recommend it! I'd also say design wise their Dedede is the most unique! Besides myself they're the only one here to pick the kimono, they have a single blue stripe at the top of the belt, a triangular jewel, and the coolest element of the style, spirals! I've not seen anyone stylize the trim this way, and it's so cool in execution. Another unique element that really adds to certain expressions is the spiky teeth (which matches real life penguins! ...Don't look it up).

Last but not least, @cosmicwhoreo!

God, their art is everything. The flow of the lines is so clean and smooth and everything they draw is super expressive. Their Dedede is by far the hugest, and also marks the 4/5 DDDs with a separate head, and 3/5 with black eyes. We have the belt stripes, occasionally a shirt, and a smooth tear drop jewel, but a uniquely shaped crown band. This design sees a lot of influence from the anime unlike the others here, so the color scheme is the most unique.

As a conclusion, it's really cool to see all the different design elements that we pick and choose for DDD. Some give him his smash outfit. Some people give him a body type closer to K64 or KATFL. Some people draw his eye color, or separate eyebrows, and others don't. There's no detail that's the same across every version, but they're all our lovable king. If you don't recognize one of these artists, check them out! I can only do a fraction of the incredible work they do, and let me know if there's any other characters or artists you'd like to see this exercise with!

#my kirby art #kirby #king dedede #art style study #I actually have no idea if @s notify the person or not #Probably?#I hope I did you guys justice

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kazumist · 1 year

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ARTISTIC BOYFRIENDS .ᐟ

✩ — in which you're their muse in their respective specialties in art.

✩ — includes: kazuha, albedo, xiao x gn!reader. fluff i think,, it's nothing sad dw dw. no cws. wc: 594. writer!kazuha, painter!albedo (this is canon i know i js wanted 2 tag), photographer!xiao. reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated!

kazuha — !

anyone would be astonished at the way kazuha makes literature. there’s just something about his writing style that makes you go crazy in his works. the way he describes things and makes people envision it makes your head spin in a good and addicting way. there’s one thing that’s very noticeable in his works, it’s the way it would always be dedicated to someone.

you were the greatest thing to ever happen to him. it wasn’t like his life before he met you was dark (in fact, it was decent). it’s just that when he met you— when he fell in love with you, his life became brighter than ever.

small dates in the park with you laying on his lap while he comes up with random haikus that’d describe you. you honestly wonder how he can never run out of those flowery words that spill from his lips every time he writes.

kazuha wishes for this to never end. but if he were to lose you then he’d never fall in love again after that. it will always be you.

albedo — !

from small doodles from afar, to sketches of you on a restaurant’s tissue, and now to a canvas where colors would show how they can express the way albedo views you. enchanting.

if the two of you had free time together you’d often hang out in an art studio. always bringing coffee together while you giggle quietly to each other on the way there. flowers in hand (that was picked up before you went to the studio, albedo said he had an idea for a painting).

“‘bedo?” you call him and he answers with a hum. “don’t you ever get tired of painting me?” you asked him. albedo put the paintbrush in hand down and walked towards you who’s sitting on a stool not far from him. he said your name softly while stroking your face and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“i’ll never get tired of painting you. even if my hands were to be bruised and tired, i’ll never stop painting you.”

xiao — !

late night walks around the city hand in hand, driving to visit views that no one has dared to see at night, that’s how you and xiao spend time.

polaroid pictures were your favorite. so xiao would always bring a polaroid camera with him. taking stolen shots of you, some shots with you posing in a silly way, and shots where you just looked… peaceful and pretty.

a polaroid love is what you have. making notes on polaroid pictures while hanging them around at your place, making cute little doodles on them which eventually turns into you and xiao running around trying to draw on each other.

he loves your smile, it makes him smile too. if you’d ask him “why are you smiling?” he would reply with “since i got to see you. you put a smile on my face.” although it was cheesy, for him, there’s just something about the way you smile. it’s comforting.

xiao was scared at first, because he realized that he loves you more than he thinks. he falls in love with you over and over again, as much as it’s a bit exaggerating to hear. the more he gets clingy, touchy, and affectionate, xiao knows he’s falling even deeper.

he scooted closer to you, arms on your waist and face on the crook of your neck. “i love you so much.” he murmured against your skin. “i love you more, xiao.”

“i love you most.”

#( writings )#astronetwrk #favoniuslibrary #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #kazuha x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha #albedo #xiao #i love the idea of xiao or childe being a photographer student #it was supposed to be childe tbh. ill js write him next time #xiao's longer than i expected pls dont ask he started the whole brainrot .... i wont him #im not proud of this even though this has been a wip for MONTHS

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silkjade · 1 year

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in the moment we’re lost & found

Featuring— albedo, kaveh, zhongli, dainsleif ⤀ gn!reader, reincarnation au but also a some soulmate au vibes (?), dark / light academia themed a/n: i picked charas i thought would suit the aesthetic cus my favorite flavor of reincarnation au has to do with art and museums / luv history + art + museums + galleries !

— 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎

as an up-and-coming artist, albedo is a rising star in teyvat’s art world, but lately he’s been haunted by a face he sees only in his dreams. it’s unclear, and it drives him insane that he can’t quite make out all the details of this mysterious figure. albedo, whose artwork is notoriously lifelike, knows that something just isn't right; something is missing and he can't quite grasp it. countless times, he's tried to translate the idea of you onto paper, and countless times he's ripped out pages of his sketchbook, the abandoned drawings left crumpled in random corners of his studio, of his house, of his room. they say the mind is unable to create faces of its own so where did you come from? it consumes him— the way you replay in his head once he closes his eyes, as if he'd somehow stolen the memories of somebody else. perhaps this is what the tortured artists sing of when they descend to madness, haunted by an absent muse. at least… until the fateful day he sees you out on the cobbled streets of mondstadt. you pass by quickly, the moment as fleeting as a shooting star, and something in albedo clicks. he doesn’t have time to think, he just moves. his muse is here now within reach; how can he risk letting you slip away?

— 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

careless collision, staggering steps… you snap your eyes shut as you try to mentally prepare yourself for the utter humiliation of falling into the akademiya fountain. except it never comes. your eyes flutter open, and are instantly met with just about the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. however, his expression is one of shock, as if he’s just as surprised as you are of his own actions, and truth be told, he is. because he seemed to have been able to watch the scene unfold, even before the other party had bumped into you. because kaveh is sure something had come over him, with the way time appeared to have stopped and his legs moved of their own accord. like his body was suddenly able to predict the future, or that it was the work of some absurd sense of muscle memory. even so, the weight of you in his grasp feels uncannily familiar. in a good way. it feels right; it feels like he had waited his whole life for this moment.

and suddenly you're hyperaware of how close the two of you actually are— but also of how safe you feel with his arm wrapped around your waist, or of how his large doe eyes seem to peer into your very soul, the carmine hues dancing with renewed life. you really can't shake the overwhelming feeling that you've met before, that perhaps this isn't your first time around at all. and so you have to ask, “have we met before?”

"no, but I'd like to again."

— 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

you quite literally walk into zhongli, knocking his documents out of his hands and all across the marble floor of liyue’s national museum. zhongli sighs without looking up; he had spent the better half of a day organizing contracts and paperwork for a loan agreement to inazuma, though he supposes he should share in the blame for not watching where he was going. hundreds of years have passed since the immortal ex-archon worked as a funeral consultant; these days, zhongli opts to spend his time surrounded by artifacts of bygone times and bygone people. but when he looks up, his golden eyes widen and his blood runs cold at the sight of you in front of him. he freezes, as if time seems to have stopped for the both of you. his focus shifts back and forth between you and the painting across the room: a seemingly ordinary portrait, dated from around the time of the blonde traveler. still, whenever asked, he can confidently say that it’s his favorite piece, even in this house of invaluable artifacts and monuments to heroes, even among all the rich antiquities teyvat has to offer. and here you were in front of him, a perfect match to the painting's subject. the one whom he had once held so dear before being torn away by the hands of time, is now kneeling on the floor in front of him, frantically trying to gather the scattered documents, of which he had long deemed irrelevant. he feels his impenetrable stone heart flutter for the first time in what feels like a millennia because it’s you. he's sure of it. it's you, it's you, it's you.

— 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐅

ever since your move to mondstadt, you've started having satin dreams of knights and castles, false flowers and fictional faces; dreams that undoubtedly end in war and destruction because everything shifts. castles crumble, faces morph— it becomes a nightmare so vivid it feels more akin to a memory than a dream. but through it all only one thing remains constant in that, in every iteration, you always fall in love with the same blonde man.

wandering the tranquil halls of mondstadt's national gallery, you find yourself before The Destruction of Khaenri'ah, a painting tragically beautiful in it's depiction of the ancient nation's condemnation by the heavens. you feel your eyes threaten to water, the ache in your chest an indication that the same anguish you've felt in your nightmares, has now sunk its claws into your heart. it's the first time a piece of art has moved you like this. so much so that you’re rooted in a trance-like state until someone beside you clears his throat, snapping you back to reality. he himself also gazes at the painting although his arm is outstretched; a handkerchief in offering for your tears. it isn't until your fingers brush against his that the blonde man turns to meet your gaze. shades of cerulean, bluer than the depths of the seas, all a mere backdrop to the stars shining in his eyes. stars that match the ones sitting in your own eyes. your heart skips a beat at the revelation. it's him, the man from your dreams. he’s real.

TAGLIST ;; @meimeimeirin @mixed-kester @salmonthepan @hcbnkdf @moonrolling

(send an ask to be added/removed. if you’re bolded, it means I cannot tag you; your blog might be hidden ! )

#— 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓙. ༯ #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #kaveh x reader #zhongli x reader #dainsleif x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #soulmate au #genshin hcs #genshin impact fluff #genshin imagines

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tojifile · 10 months

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Dazai Osamu: The Protector

Genre: Romance / fluff

1. Happy birthday mistress.. (Masterlist)

(´-﹏-`；) PM!Dazai x f!reader inspired by Dangerously Yours The Highwayman

A young, intelligent, strong, and insightful woman; the daughter of a wealthy and powerful man. You were always kept in the safety of your mansion, there, you studied the Arts, Music, Literature, Culture, History Science, Maths, and so much more.

You were skilled in a lot of activities although you had a frail and sickly body. From time to time your father would let you outside the mansion but you must always be accompanied by a bodyguard and a butler.

The bodyguard would have to be trained in martial arts and weaponry while the butler had to be medically trained and be able to fulfill your every request. Your father only hired from the best. He loved you a lot and wanted to give you all the finest things in life; in exchange you were obedient and loved your father dearly, you were respectful and helpful as well.

Your previous bodyguard and doctor were recently fired for not being able to take care of you properly. They were quite rude to you and to the maids, once your father heard this he made their lives a living hell.

On the morning of your seventeenth birthday you met him, Dazai Osamu. Your father had a lot of connections, one being the Port Mafia, you knew this quite well and had helped the Port Mafia in the past with your intelligence.

Once you got downstairs you were greeted by your father and a young man who seemed to be around your age. The man looked well-put yet disheveled at the same time.

Your father introduced him to you as your new bodyguard. "Good morning mistress. My name is Dazai Osamu, executive of the Port Mafia." The young man spoke nonchalantly. You were a bit surprised that the Port Mafia would send an executive to be your bodyguard but nevertheless you politely bowed and introduced yourself.

Your father was delighted as you introduced yourself "Now come on dear! It's time for your birthday breakfast! Oh I can't believe you're seventeen already!" Your father dramatically exclaimed as he went behind you and gently pushed you to the dining area.

Everyone sat down around the dining table while Dazai stood quietly behind you. The table was filled with various delicacies and all your favorite foods.

It was only you, your father, and the servants who lived in the mansion so the servants would always eat with the both of you. Even if your father was a powerful man he still remained respectful to those who help him.

You stood up and faced Dazai "Dazai-kun.. please, sit down, I insist." You spoke with a soft smile on your face as you pulled the chair next to yours out. Dazai nodded softly and returned the smiled as he sat down. You sat back down and began to eat.

"My dear, Dazai will be accompanying you in town today, unfortunately I can't go with you, I'm sorry dear." Your father softly spoke "it's alright father" you replied with a smile on your face.

"Will you ever hire another butler father?" You asked "I don't think so, Dazai is well versed in your condition, there's no need to be scared my dear." You nodded softly with a smile on your face.

"Ah! Always such a good girl!" Your father happily exclaimed "I can't believe you're seventeen my dear, soon you'll be an adult!" Your father added dramatically. You just smiled fondly at your father as he spoke. Then you noticed Dazai hasn't eaten anything, you faced him "Dazai-kun? Why haven't you eaten anything?" You asked with a concerned tone. "Don't worry mistress, I'll be alright." Dazai replied, he had a soft smile on his face yet it didn't look genuine.

You shook your head softly with a worried expression on your face but you decided not to press on it. You continued eating; once you were finished everyone greeted you. "Happy birthday mistress!" They exclaimed with a smile on their face, you then thanked everyone and helped the maids fix the table.

As you picked some dishes up Dazai put his hand on your shoulder. "Mistress, you shouldn't be doing this." You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face him "I'm quite al-" before you could finish Dazai got the plates in your arms and headed towards the kitchen.

"Dazai-kun.. It's alright.." You softly spoke as you caught up to him. Dazai ignored you and put the dishes in the sink. You sighed softly and walked up the stairs with Dazai closely following behind.

You were hoping to prepare for your trip to town, after all you weren't allowed to go out of the mansion much. You went inside your room then Dazai closed the door behind him as the both of you entered your bedroom.

As per your father's orders your bodyguard had to follow you everywhere, there was not one moment that you could be alone. It felt a bit excessive but you understood where your father was coming from.

The room had an extravagant amount of books, beautiful paintings and a large walk-in closet with beautiful outfits. There was a large canopy bed in the midst of all the beautiful chaos and a large window nook. The room looked as if it were pulled from a western victorian painting.

You happily opened your closet and chose an outfit. Dazai watched your every move carefully, he was intrigued by your mannerisms and how your presence filled each corner of the room. He stayed silent as he admired you from afar.

You went into the bathroom, Dazai then stood by the door, making sure you were safe. After half an hour you finished taking a shower, you came out with your outfit on and your hair neatly kept "Dazai-kun I'm ready to go!" You spoke happily and in response Dazai nodded softly. Your sweet scent filled the atmosphere and your graceful movements weren't overlooked by his gaze.

Dazai held your arm as you walked down the stairs, making sure you wouldn't fall down. You then said goodbye to your father. You then got in the car that was in front of the mansion, ready to take you both to the main area of Yokohama.

You fell asleep during the car ride, your head was on Dazai's shoulder and he gently wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you in place.

After an hour you arrived at a restaurant in the center of Yokohama. Dazai gently tapped your shoulder "Mistress, we're here." He spoke softly. You slowly opened your eyes. Once you realized your head was on his shoulder and his arm was around your waist you blushed then lifted your head "I'm sorry!" You apologetically exclaimed as you looked away.

Dazai shook his head softly "It's quite alright mistress. I do not mind." He reassured you. He then helped you get out of the car "thank you.." you spoke nervously "You're welcome mistress." He replied.

You both enter the restaurant, this was supposed to be a father-daughter lunch but alas your father had business to tend to. You were greeted by the workers and you politely bowed back. "Ahh, happy birthday mistress, you're a bit early for your reservation, it's only 10:56 and your reservation is at 12:00." The woman at the counter spoke politely. "Oh, my apologies, thank you for your greeting and we'll come back later." You softly spoke.

"Oh mistress, will you be needing another seat for the gentleman?" The woman asked, pertaining to Dazai. You shook your head softly "No thank you, the reservation is for him and I." The woman seemed a bit shocked as you spoke. "Is there a problem?" You asked with a concerned tone "N.. No! Not at all mistress." The woman nervously replied. "Great then! We'll be back around 11:50!" You happily replied as you walked out of the restaurant.

You walked around the bustling streets of Yokohama while Dazai followed closely behind you. As you walked you felt a bit cold, Dazai noticed and he draped the coat of his suit around your shoulders. "T.. thank you.." you spoke as your cheeks started to heat up.

After a while of walking you came across your father's local shop. Although the items were luxurious there were a few local shops your father owned that had more affordable items. You were the face of each shop, you appeared in billboards and magazines all over Japan.

The main business your father had were luxurious clothing lines. You would often wear them and go to photoshoots, it was one of the few occasions you were allowed to leave the mansion.

You admired the items in your father's shop through the window. "Would you like to go in, mistress?" Dazai asked, you shook your head with a soft smile on your face. You then started walking again.

After a few more minutes of walking around aimlessly Dazai spoke "Mistress, it's nearing 11:50 we should go back to the restaurant now." You turned around to face him, the soft smile never leaving your face. You nodded softly and walked with him back to the restaurant.

"Welcome back mistress, your table will be ready in 10 minutes." The woman behind the counter spoke. You nodded softly in response. Dazai and your father were communicating every hour, Dazai messaged him about your whereabouts, how you were feeling, and what you were doing.

After 10 minutes a waiter came and lead you to your seats. Dazai pulled your chair out and sat you down like a gentleman. He then sat on his own chair, in front of you. Your father had pre-ordered your food. The food was served as soon as you were sat down.

"Thank you for the meal!" You thanked the waiter before eating. You then noticed Dazai wasn't eating anything again "Dazai-kun.. are you alright..?" You asked with a worried tone. "I'll be alright mistress, please eat without me." He reassured you with a calm tone.

You just felt more worried but you didn't push it any further. You continued to eat, you tried to finish all that you can but there was still a bit more left. Dazai still hasn't eaten anything. You sighed as you started to feel full, you got the food wrapped and you thanked the chef "It's always a pleasure to have you here mistress." the chef says every time.

Dazai held the food you had wrapped as you walked around the streets of Yokohama. You silently walked with a soft smile on your face. You turned back to him; walking backwards as you smiled. You turned back but as you did you lost your balance and was about to hit the ground until Dazai swiftly caught you with his unoccupied arm "Ah mistress! Already falling for me I see!" He teased. Your face began to heat up as he helped you stand straight.

You didn't respond to his teasing, you just looked down, feeling embarassed as you walked. Sometimes Dazai was nonchalant and sometimes he was flirty. He put an arm on your shoulder to make sure you wouldn't fall again since you weren't looking where you were going.

You both walked around Yokohama silently with his arm still on your shoulder. You couldn't deny the fact that Dazai was attractive and the way he spoke and acted around you made you feel like a swarm of butterflies resided in your stomach. His presence made you feel comfortable and happy even with the deafening silence that propped itself between the both of you.

After a while of walking you decided to go to the park. Dazai bought you some ice cream and you both sat on the bench. You looked tried looking anywhere else, just not him. The ice cream did a decent enough job at distracting you from the butterflies in your stomach, you just hoped that they drowned in the ice cream. "Mistress, am I making you feel uncomfortable?" He asked, feeling a bit concerned. You shook your head but you still didn't face him. He put an arm around your shoulder once again; bringing you closer to him.

"Would you like to eat the food now? We can eat it here on the bench, like a little picnic. Would you like that mistress?" He asked. "Only if you eat with me." You replied with a soft pouty tone. Dazai let out a small chuckle "Is that an order mistress?" He teased "yes, now it is." He smiled in response, he fixed up the food neatly on his lap and yours. "Thank you.." You whispered underneath your breath.

Dazai had a faint smile plastered on his face as you ate together. After some time you both finished eating, Dazai threw the disposables in a nearby bin. He then noticed a smudge on your face, he gently held your chin with his fingers, making you face him. Your gaze met his and he had a smug smile plastered on his face. He wiped the smudge on your face with his thumb.

You felt an all-too-familiar heat rise up on your cheeks. You removed your chin from his grasp and looked away, feeling embarassed, Dazai chuckled in response. "Mistress, would you like me to call the car now?" He asked and you nodded in response.

Dazai called the car and in a few minutes it arrived at the park. It was around 18:48 when you both got in the car. On the way to the mansion there was heavy traffic, which was unusual. You all sat in traffic for two hours with your head on his shoulder as you peacefully slept he then slipped one hand to your waist holding you close to him.

You arrived at the mansion at around 21:53, you wouldn't wake up when Dazai gently tapped your shoulder so he picked you up and carried you like a princess to your room. "Thank you Dazai." Your father spoke as Dazai was walking up the stairs with your sleeping body in his arms. Dazai nodded softly in response.

He brought some maids into your room to change your clothes he turned around as they changed you. Once they were done the maids left Dazai then tucked you in and he looked at you fondly as he sat on the chair beside your bed. "Happy birthday mistress.." He whispered softly as he watched you peacefully drift into your dreams.

Author's notes:

I thought of this type of story randomly. I myself have a condition so it's kinda fun to have this kind of trope. This is just the first chapter, there will be much more, should this be on other platforms as well?

Spontaneous post 06/21/23 22:00PM GMT+8 Philippine Standard Time

#dazai osamu x you #osamu dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x y/n #dazai x f!reader #Dazai Osamu #dazai x reader #bsd #BSD #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungou stray dogs #bungo sd #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai bsd #pm!dazai x reader

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months

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Azul, Jamil: By One’s Grace

dnsjbsuebxkzn One of my friends noticed that Platinum Jacket Jade and Azul have the same two portraits, with the placements swapped. This is not true for other dorm leader-vice dorm leader pairs we’ve already seen, like Malleus and Lilia. Just an interesting little detail?

MORE JAMIL AND AZUL PETTY DRAMA… Been craving it since early book 4, one of my favorite treats 😋

A Tale as Old as Time.

"Jamil-san."

He flinched at his name and turned away from the caller. When the footsteps still came, Jamil retreated further into the exhibition. Famous faces stared down from their picture frames at the fleeing boy.

"Jamil-san, please wait for me," Azul tried again. He picked up his pace, in hot pursuit of his peer. "Jamil-san!!"

Deeper and deeper they delved, spiraling into the museum’s depths. The light slowly fading, the air stretching thin and gauzy. Neither relented from the chase--not until Azul ran his prey into a corner, an arm outstretched to contain him in a quiet corner. Jamil silently cursed.

Caged in with an octopus. Great.

A facetious laugh rose from Azul's throat. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were purposefully trying to avoid me."

Jamil deadpanned. “You don't say. No, I was just trying to learn about the history of the Coral Sea in peace."

"If that's what you're interested in, I believe you'll find no better wellspring of knowledge than myself." Azul offered with a coy grin. "I would be more than happy to share stories straight from my hometown. Anything for a dearly beloved companion. such as you."

"No thank you," Jamil quickly retorted. I think I'd rather eat poisoned curry again. "I would be ill-advised to accept free 'help' from you. You'll come knocking and calling in for a favor a few days later."

"Who's asking for favors?" Azul gasped, feigning ignorance. "I simply wish to aid a classmate. As dorm leader of Octavinelle, I pride myself on keeping the Sea Witch's spirit of benevolence alive and well."

Jamil scoffed and folded his arms. "Coming from you, that sounds extremely insincere."

"Me, insincere? Far from it!" He insisted, waving a hand dismissively. From the corner of his eye, Azul caught a flash of fiery red. He tilted his head, and his brows raised. "Hmm? Oh, this painting is..."

"The painting?" Jamil followed his gaze.

There was a young mermaid mounted upon a rock, a massive wave crashing into her from behind. Though the skies were dark and stormy, her face was full of light and sunshine. A great mane of fire whipped around her, the mermaid's chest thrust out and mouth open in joyful song.

"One of my favorite works of art."

"Somehow I doubt that..." Jamil sighed. "What exactly do you like about it?"

"Many things! For one, there is her gullible... er, excitable expression. You can see just how much wonder she has for the world. She's full of hope for her future prospects.

"In fact, this is the very same mermaid appears in some legends about the Sea Witch." Azul chuckled softly--though his growing smirk was anything but. "A mermaid so lovesick, she failed to meet the conditions set forth in her deal. Because of that, she incurred the Sea Witch's fury. It's a cautionary tale to always pay one's dues, fufufu."

"... No wonder why you like it," his peer grumbled. "For her to make a promise to the Sea Witch and then not follow through with her end of the bargain... How foolish. Her punishment is well-earned."

"Punishment? Perhaps one could use that word, but I see it as a form of the Sea Witch's compassion."

"There's nothing compassionate about debtor being raked across the coals."

"Compassion is not just kindness, Jamil-san. Compassion is also the sternness that comes from a place of caring. The Sea Witch surely must have also been heartbroken to turn her anger on a client whom she placed her trust in. Were she to leave the mermaid to be, the mermaid would likely run amok and commit the same acts of betrayal unto others. Her lesson would not be learned."

Azul shrugged. "You see? The Sea Witch is truly benevolent and merciful, even when she lets loose her rage."

"What a twisted mind you have. I can't say I disagree with the course of action though.”

“Poor, unfortunate little mermaid,” Azul cooed. “She longed to change herself for true love, risking the life she knew for the uncertainty of new opportunities.”

“Hmph, a person who desperately wants to change themselves?” Jamil’s mouth cocked into a smirk. “Now who does that remind us of, hmm?”

He was met with a bitter laugh.

“The world can be a harsh place,” Azul said, his response evasive. “I wonder if the mermaid was able to finally face it.”

What would she have done if her optimism had been crushed under the weight of a cruel reality? What if her new self was rejected after all her struggles and sacrifices? What if her efforts were all for naught?

What if, what if, what if.

What if he was the same as her?

The inept octopus. Not smart, not particularly good at swimming, too bulky. Sobbing in his private little pot, the inky tear trails a dead giveaway to his location.

Nice clothes, good grades, and lifestyle changes couldn’t bury that past in the sand. It was not enough—would never be enough.

Once, he would have desired to kick her down. To see a sand castle fall apart at his own hand, to relish in the destruction. Wipe away proof of his old incompetence.

Be rid of it forever.

Now, he knelt and encircled it with his arms, Hugged that piece of him against himself, reassured it with compassionate words.

You’re here.

You’re a part of me.

I will never reject you again.

“… Change is as natural and as common as the coming and going of the tides. Why fear the tides—why fear change?”

Why deny what I was then, and who I am now?

Then, donning his brightest—and perhaps most genuine—smile, Azul faced Jamil head-on.

“It is by the grace of the Sea Witch that we were able to learn such a valuable life lesson at no cost to ourselves! Isn’t that wonderful?”

#twisted wonderland #twst #Azul Ashengrotto #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #Azul birthday takeover #disney twisted wonderland #disnet twst #something no one asked for #spoilers #Jamil Viper

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edenalieth · 4 months

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i want to believe in forever

Pairing: Seungmin x reader

Genre: angst, hint of fluff

Warnings: none

Summary: Seungmin wants to move on from his heartbreak, however the colorful memories of you are holding him back.

Words: 1.3K

A.N: hello guys, cami in the building! it’s my first time writing a seungmin fic (@seungseung-minmin forgive me for not making a cuter one ;v;) it was mostly inspired by the song « the exit » by conan gray which i found really beautiful and true. sorry for the possible mistakes. hope you enjoy, feedbacks are always welcome! ♡ — 231217

He took another sip of the black coffee he was holding on his hand and grimaced. It was already half cold and far too bitter for his liking. For how long did he stare at those high limestone walls ? Apparently long enough for his coffee to turn bad. Spotting the closest bin, he threw the drink away, watching it fall as the lid opened spreading the brown liquid. The winter breeze made him shiver and he buried his hands deeper into the pockets of his coat, trying to warm them up.

« You can do this, Kim Seungmin », the brown haired boy thought to himself.

He climbed the stairs silently until he reached the ticket office. A young girl was reading. She was probably just starting her university course and needed this job to gain some money seeing her bored expression. She barely looked at Seungmin before nonchalantly putting down her book with a barely hidden sigh.

« What can I do for you ? » she asked, visibly annoyed to be interrupted.

Seungmin cleared his throat « Hmm, one adult ticket please. »

He was tapping on the small counter with his fingertips, nervous. He was about to tell her that he had changed his mind and turn around but he had promised himself he would do this. It was necessary. Even if it hurt. He knew, he needed to detach his mind and feelings from this place and many others.

« What is this book about ? » he said, trying some small talk while she was preparing the ticket. She put one out of the drawer of her desk and handed it to him, announcing the price. « Just a regular thriller. » Nothing more, nothing less. He paid and left without further ado. He was sure that, if you had been there, you would have managed to pick that girl’s interest, even just a little. That’s how you were, solar, attracting people around you like a magnet. However, you hadn’t been by his side for months now, he had to move on.

When he entered the familiar hall, he was greeted by the unique scent of museum and all its splendor. Soon, he was surrounded by history and felt so little and insignifiant, as well as mesmerized by the beauty of those masterpieces he had seen so many times with you. When you used to call yourselves « us », you had made a ritual to visit this place once a month. The museum was big enough for you to always discover small details you hadn’t seen before or to explore the temporary exhibition. Since your breakup, he avoided this place like the plague. Yet here he was, feeling his heart clenching as he looked at the paintings. One of your favorite hobby was to tell him stories when you analyzed a canvas. Your imagination was overflowing and never missed to make him laugh, which sometimes made you incur the wrath of the visitors and security. No one was here to make him laugh today and loneliness weighed heavily on his shoulders. He didn’t have this talent. He would just skim through the description next to it. Colors seemed dull compared to the vivid memories of you, scarring his heart mercilessly. He felt his throat getting tight. He had chosen the museum to start his healing journey because he knew he wouldn’t be able to cry without being heard. He had shed tears more than he would even admit. Was it truly helping though ? Or what is it just him blowing on the embers of your lost love.

He sat down on the leathered bench, facing your favorite art. It was a pretty simple one, a cottage on the countryside, using impressionism technique. The first time you saw it, you went strangely quiet. You were like absorbed by it. He remembered how you leaned on his shoulder, intertwining your fingers with his. « I can picture us living there. » you had softly whispered. « It would be the embodiment of our love, our safe place. Growing old together, laughs of our kids and grand-kids filling the rooms. Am I allowed to dream about this ? » your voice had seemed insecure, seeing you vulnerable like that was rare. « Yes and it will be our dream from now on. » he had replied, brushing his nose against yours before tenderly kissing you. Warmth had filled his body, his heart melting like ice under a scorching sun, your touch permanently marking his skin. A dream. Was it all it had been ? Just something made up by his cruel mind ? No. He still could remember the sensation of your skin on his, the scent of your shampoo, the little habits you had, the sound of your giggle.

Recalling these memories was like torture. The grip he had on the bench became stronger, his knuckles turning white. If only he had noticed how left out you felt sometimes. Maybe, you would be next to him, still daydreaming about your perfect house. Or, perhaps, you just weren’t meant to build one together. This thought turned his vision into blurry shapes. « Shit ». He didn’t want to cry in public. He stood up hastily and looked for the exit. Wandering between the corridors, his steps echoing on the cold ground, the artworks seemed like moving stains. It was as if the walls were tightening around him and he was tempted to rush out of here to get some air. However, his run was abruptly stopped when the object of his obvious desire showed up. You.

You were there. Your arm around the waist of someone who wasn’t him. His mind went blank for a second. It couldn’t be, right ? He swallowed the sobs that were trying to escape his throat, his hands shaking. He thought you were both sharing the same wounds, that you were still mourning your old feelings. His were surely not buried yet. Still, there was no mistaken. You looked happier now and you had already found someone to miss. He wanted to let himself drown into the abyss of his sorrow. He almost called out your name, every single letter which used to roll on his tongue like honey, addictive like a drug, tasted sour. He had to leash his heart not to break down and try to get you back again. He had tried but you already had built up a wall to protect your opened wounds. His were still raw.

Were you going to tell this man the same stories you had told him ? Did your « I » became a « we » when you met him ? In fact, he didn’t want to know. He wanted to forget you for a time, to get strong enough to be able to talk about you as a young love that bloomed too fast and wilted in the process. He couldn’t blame you for getting everything you wanted.

He stared at you, as your eyes spoke for you, full of some love that used to be his. Each step you took leading you towards your ideal. Deep down your heart, feels for Seungmin were still waiting to be set on fire again. However, the ones you had for your new lover were stronger and you wanted to cherish them. It was a painful sight for Seungmin and he wished someone would rip his heart for it to get numb. He had to let you go. He was still standing at the exit before he opened the glass door.

Immediately, the cold bit his flesh, tears rolling down his cheeks and burning his skin.

« I want to believe in forever » he thought, you just weren’t meant to be his.

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ruthytwoshakes · 5 months

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Bunch of two fort ladies hell yeah B)

headcannons of inconsistent length below the cut

Zhanna: reeeeeeoow!!! She’s so gorgoryse . gay as hell about all these women tbh. Yeah I just gave her body hair and thicker eyebrows because it’s cool as fuck. And a bear claw scar from when she tried to take home a baby bear when she was little. I think she really likes bears and wants one as a pet. Maybe the bear and soldier’s raccoons would get along aww <33

Admin: yipppeee evil old lady!!!!! . Gave her acne scars , think she would pick her face when she was younger and the scars never faded. shes so pretty heruhghhsg. She smokes these fucked up super long cigarettes idk. I like her wonky nose, maybe she got into a fight or something and broke it.

Scouts Ma: oh man I have so many ideas for her hehehhe. Okay so her name is Jenny, shes Puerto Rican, moved to Boston when she was a young adult, and she’s around the same height as sniper. She’s green because she’s both the scouts mother, and I didn’t want her to be purple like Pauling and Admin I wanted her to be her own person. Her heart locket contains a bunch of pictures of her boys that all cartoonishly fold out to the floor when she opens it up.

She’s bi and poly, and currently dating both the spies because I think it’s funny. I can’t decide if both the spies would also be dating each other or would hate each other, maybe it depends on the time of day. Oh also she used to be an assassin! Maybe that’s why she had to move because she got found out at her old hometown. Anybody who got too rough with her boys were never seen again, only reason the scouts made it out alive lol.

She’s only recently gotten back together with the spies, had a falling out with Red before she knew she was pregnant, but he wanted to reconnect with her after finding out Red scout was his kid. Blu and her were friends for a really long time, she was the surrogate mother to Blu scout, but they fell out of contact when Blu spy had to take scout and disappear due to some espionage work gone wrong. When both the Blus join the team, the red scout recognized them and Blu spy eventually reconnected with Jen through that.

All of her kids are out of the house and she’s retired, so she has a lot of free time. She hosts foreign exchange students and fosters baby animals. She does a lot of traveling and shopping, she also likes knife and axe throwing, while doing some abstract sculpting on the side.

Maggie:

I love Maggie she’s so interesting,, I really like the panels where she’s laughing with saxton on the plane. Oh yeah gave her a mustache cus she’s Australian!, don’t be shy give the pretty lady a mustache she deserves it. That line on her lip was from this one girl I had a crush on back in high school, she said that she was bullied for it. don’t think I’ve ever seen it on another person since. She was one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met. I hope she’s doing alright. She was a really good friend, real wonderful person.

Merasmus:

hi Merasmus how r u. oh yeah I’m trying out some other designs for her because I’m working on a little animated series about her and a magic spell she fucks up. I want her to be Sumerian because Sumer is so interesting!! I’ve been learning about the art from it in class, check out the Sumerian virtue status or the Epic of Gilgamesh they’re some of my favorite bits of history we’ve learned so far. Oh yeah also I think when she takes off that weird cap thing she has the longest most beautiful curly hair that goes down to her ankles because I love those kind of visual gags hehe. Also yeah she has piercings idk why I did that. I think she’s kinda blind and she uses her skull to see with her magic or whatever. I love her facial expressions in the comics,, have you guys seen the cunty Merasmus poster i love the cunty Merasmus poster

Miss Pauling:

MISS PAULFIJF LETS FUCMIGN GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! She’s got sideburns because im a dyke bleh blehhhh . hshe look at her big ass glasses I’m in love. Oh yeah I gave her lots of moles! And changed up her sleeve colors. Too tired to write much more lol

#tf2 fanart #zhanna #tf2 administrator #scouts ma #tf2 maggie #merasmus #miss pauling #tf2 headcanons #daffys drawings

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