#Im a painter I forget sometimes

[little-orphan-ant]

Ami name hcs (plus reasoning)

disclaimer a lot of this is just me infodumping about names. i really like names.

Alexandre Enjolras - yeah idk i just stole this from the fandom. Enj despises being called Alex though (he will punch you in the face :D), if you must shorten Alexandre he prefers Andre or Al/Allie

Florian Combeferre - i fucking love this name. according to wikipedia it's a saint name, which im like 80 percent sure was popular Back in the Day, so it works for canon era which im happy abt. in modern day France, the name Florian peaked in 1991 at number 9 for boys before promptly dropping out of the top 500 by 2020 for some reason. but when Ferre was born it would still have been pretty popular.

Olivier Courfeyrac - idk it just fits him. similar to Florian, Olivier was uncommon but not unheard of in canon era, and also dropped out of the top 500 a few years back. however, Olivier peaked back in the early 1970s. although it was still being given to several hundred kids a year by when modern!courf would have been born, i hc that he was named after a relative who died soon before his birth.

Camille Feuilly - in both modern-day and canon era France, Camille is seen as a gender-neutral name, which is great because i hc Feuilly has enby-spec. since Feuilly is an orphan, xe may have named xirself after the revolutionary Camille Desmoulins, but i must admit that I only skimmed his wikipedia page and maybe this Camille was an asshole idk. also i found a French artist born in 1934 named Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot and he's pretty cool ig. painting are nice but not as nice as Gainsborough Dupont's ofc

Jean-Marie "Jehan" Prouvaire - of course, we already know Jehan's name, but I added Marie just bc i can

Corentin Bahorel - if you call Bahorel Cory he with smite you btw (like enj they bond over it). Corentin peaked in France at 21 in 1996, but was also very popular during the Revolutionary Period so. thats good.

Valentin Joly - means 'health', i mostly gave him this name bc Irony. as a kid, Joly went by 'Val' and Bahorel, who knew him as a kid still calls him that. Valentin managed to make it to number 11 in France in 1998, and while uncommon, was in fact a name in canon era (like literally all of these akjddsfsa). also i found a French painter called Valentin de Boulogne from the 1600s who died after taking a dip in a fountain while drunk and freezing to death which. slay.

Louis Lesgles - I mean. i can't give all of them cool names. Bossuet gets to be Louis. his family were royalists and named him after all 17 (?) Louis of Frances. that's one of the reasons he goes by Bossuet, he doesn't want to be associated w a (scoff) king

Claud-René Grantaire - i cannot take credit for this it was @jolys-cane (hello). but yeah Very Good. double thumbs up i'd say. maybe even triple. both Claud(e) and René fell out of favor for boys in france around 1990, so our R would have been born *just* (a decade) to soon for it to be popular (eg not in the top 500). works for canon era as well. R tolerates his name, but Only his family is allowed to call him just René. anyone else must say both.

might do this for non-ami characters sometime (god i hope i didnt forget any of them lkjfksd) idk always love an excuse to talk abt a (minor) hyperfixation

#les mis #les amis #les amis de l'abc #les miserables #les misérables #why are my tags so fucked up rn #enjolras #grantaire #bossuet #lesgles #joly #bahorel #jean prouvaire #jehan prouvaire #combeferre #feuilly #courfeyrac

[paintato]

Tato what’s your favorite like scene idea or whatever (idk how to word it im high) between Wenclair? Like mine is Wednesday being super romantic like Gomez lol

Oh boy. That’s a hard question to answer honestly. You have the ones that show the different dynamics of the two. Then the ones that show how well they fit together like puzzle pieces.

I enjoy scenes where Wednesday lets Enid into her space. Lowering the walls she’s built to keep everyone at a distance. Only to let this bubbly werewolf step all over it. Embracing the chaos that is Enid. Her own preferred method of torture.

Scenes where Wednesday taunts and teases Enid give me life. For instance the first chapter or two of “The Ghost in your videos” Enids just a bumbling mess. Her suffering is delicious.

The reverse is also enjoyable. Wednesday is touch starved all to hell. So I like to think that makes her more sensitive to touch then most people. So when Enid finally steps up to meet Wednesdays challenges she proceeds to melt like butter at Enid being the dominant one.

Scenes where Wednesday is laid back in bed maybe reading an Enid crawls into her lap arms over the girls legs head resting in her lap. Wednesdays got her big hoodie on so there’s no risk of skin contact. So it doesn’t set her on edge, it’s comfortable. Domestic. She’s a cold person, but for Enid she craves the warmth.

Enid speaking Greek to Wednesday, is a head cannon I enjoy. Especially sense it’s collectively decided Greek is a language that Wednesday doesn’t speak. So hearing Enid who she considers a pretty bumbling full speak a language fluently just crawls under her skin and makes itself at home in a nice way. The “Language Barriers” fic is a good representation of that.

I like the head cannon that Wednesday has always been obsessed with werewolves. So getting to look closely at Enids fangs and claws is a #1 priority for her sometimes. To the point where she fantasizes about Enid biting her.

Anything involving the Gomezification of Wednesday Addams. Except not as played up as Gomez. Gomez is all about grand gestures of love, kissing up the arm, physical touch, close proximity. For Wednesday it would holding Enids hand but only the pinkies. Or letting Enid hold the bottom of her shirt as they walked. Letting her braid her hair. Enids got that werewolf strength so at times when Enid really needs a pick me up she’ll just say fuck it an jump into the blondes arms, Enid loves to hold her an carey her around the dorm/apartment. It calms her more then talking sometimes. Then when it comes to words, it would be poems, love letters. Not dark and chilling like some people assume. But a honest heart put on paper type of writing. Wednesday isn’t great with emotions she shoves them down and locks away the key. Her talent lays in her understanding of words and how to weave them together. I played with this a lot in my Beauty and the Beast Fic. Using poems to shed light on the Goths mind set since hiding her feelings that she defiantly pretends not to have is the crowning achievement. She struggles to say what she feels. But when she writes the emotions it’s like watching a painter create a masterpiece.

Those are the main ones i can think of off the top of my head. I always forget anything involving questions people ask. Dx I’ll remember everything I could of said in about 4 hours.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wenclair #enid sinclair #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday #wenclair fanfic #gomezification of wednesday #ao3 stuff

[tothechaos]

i really do forget that im a painter sometimes so whenever i paint something and it looks good im always surprised as if i havent been doing this for nearly 14 years now

#oh thats right its because i have the no object permanence disorder #i forgot because i also have the forgetting stuff disorder. ah.

[meatbricks]

You know Blu will always read your tags. :)

Both painter and killer just got done doing literally anything. And Reader just bringing some McDonald's or any food stuff. And taking care that Painter eats. (I only eat fish in meat so. MY MCDONALD'S OPTIONS ARE LIMITED SADLY-)

LMAOO im grateful that at least someone reads my stupid dumb tags :'D also i don't even eat at mcdonald's so yknow. it really do be like that sometimes—

BUT ANYWAYS

tbh i don't think that painter would mind eating?? like. especially not if he was asked to by someone he holds in such high regard.. i think the biggest reason why he doesn't really eat much is because he just sort of.. forgets to? like. he's so busy doing other things (and really just thinking about other things) that he just kind of. doesn't remember to eat :'D

but tl;dr mission accomplished. we got him to eat the burgy

#this is the answer (ooc) #this is the answer #these are the headcanons #this is the writing #x reader #🖌 #urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #meanwhile bruteforce is just in the background staring at the bag like ''is. is there anything else in there 👀'' #also when i think about this prompt in particular all i can think about is that video of a cat meowing while eating a cheeseburger #you know the one

[1loer]

I feel like Hajime's parents probably wouldn't like any of his friends except for maybe Chiaki lol

Also I am Intrigued by your thoughts on Nagito's parents and would like to hear more if you wanna share 👀

Oh gladly !

I kind of think the opposite! I think that Hajime’s parents are very, very fond of talent. I think his father especially. I think that because they don’t have talent themselves, they really look up to those who do, which is where I think Hajime got a lot of his insecurities around being talentless from. So, I think that Hajime’s parents would love that Hajime is friends with people who have talent. I think they’d have some…Reservations about some of them (Souda LMAO), and I think they’d 100% have to lie about Kuzuryu’s talent but overall would totally approve. With Komaeda, its reservations and him being unsettling and holding huge signs of trauma and abuse that they, especially Hajime’s mum, can spot from a mile off, on top of him not even having a real talent that they become less fond of him. Plus, Komaeda is just a weirdo. So whereas Kaz would be able to overcome the reservations they have towards him by just being himself, Komaeda…Well. NKQDNKQNDKWN. But oh, Nanami????? Yeah, They Adore her. They’re always asking after her. Hajime’s mum is always trying to get her to come over, even makes her bento sometimes which is SUPER embarrassing for Hajime but Nanami finds so touching even if she doesnt understand why they like her so much.

Im actually kind of thinking of writing something that lightly explores Komaeda’s relationship with his parents, so i’m still working out the kinks here and there but im very invested in his parents and childhood and upbringing. *puts on badge that says I’m Sorry I Have A Masters In Psychology*

Idrc to know what Komaeda’s parents did for a living. Im not rich enough to know the jobs that people do to get rich. Its probably just a long line of a family being rich. But i like the think that they were artsy.

I think Komaeda’s dad was a proper jokester, prankster, dad-joke dropping nuisance. I imagine him being the life of the party, and loving to entertain people. I think he was very musical, with him being able to play the piano really well, and his wife being able to play violin and they do it together at these big parties they constantly throw. I think he’s very proud that their first child was a son, and boasts about how he’s going to be talented and have something amazing about him. Very loving and doting in the early years when this is still a possibility. Komaeda is almost like a trophy child. This lessens as the time goes on and no talent (that they can recognise) surfaces in Komaeda. But not consciously, if that makes sense. He still loves his boy very very much.

A side tangent on whether they themselves are talented, im stuck on it. I think maybe not though, because I think Komaeda is supposed to mirror Hajime like this. Hajime and Komaeda are like the same character, so I think it makes the most sense that Komaeda’s parents also not be talented. Also side side note, the only thing i can remember about Komaeda’s parents being discussed in canon, other than their death, is Komaeda saying that his mum never called him pretty or whatever he says. If theres anything else thats why theres contradictions.

Komaeda’s mum is a very graceful woman whose also very artistic. Like i said, i think she can play violin to compliment her husband’s piano playing, but I think she’s more of a painter. I think she’s quite sly, able to cut through her husband’s joking sometimes in a way even he doesnt realise but others in the room do. Its very hard to tell sometimes when she’s being genuine in her words or if she’s actually making fun of you, especially because she smiles so easily and so prettily, it makes it easier to forget that she could have any ill intentions. I also hc Komaeda to be mixed race, and his mother to be French. She leans on the excuse of Japanese being her second language to get herself out of tricky mishaps she gets herself into and it only sometimes works LMAO. Her husband has to step in to defuse half the time. I think Komaeda’s birth was very very complicated and a really rough process. They both really really wanted a baby, but Komaeda’s mother was told it wasn’t going to be possible. Komaeda was a bit of a miracle baby in this sense, but also I think his mother struggled A LOT a lot. Postpartum depression out the wazzo. I think the lasting scars of this develop into postpartum psychosis and manic depressive episodes that sort of change her completely from the person she was before he was born. This leads to her being very distant from Komaeda when he’s really young because she simply cannot handle caring for him, meaning the care was left mostly to nannies. This slowly got a bit better, and by the time he’s walking she begins to build a relationship with him, but its still difficult. I think she was probably very hot and cold towards komaeda in a way he couldnt understand. One minute she’d be loving, brushing his hair and complimenting him and reading him stories, then the next day or even a few hours later he’d ask her to read to him and she’d be catatonic, or acting strange and scary and then the nanny is pulling him away and saying she’ll read to him instead. I think she really does love him though, and in the moments where she feels enough that she can she shows it, she’s super affectionate, half through a guilt bc of how she treated him, half genuine love for her miracle boy. Komaeda really lives for these moments. He’s super helpful around the house, and runs to boast to his mum about how helpful he’s been because most of the time when he does she’ll give him attention for it. When his luck starts to show through, and terrible things start happening, Komaeda’s mother’s anger can be explosive towards it all or completely numb. Komaeda takes neither very well, but her lack of reaction always hurts the worst.

I think Komaeda’s father was in no way equipped to deal with any of this. He was ready for a child, but not for what it did to his wife. He sort of just shies away from it all, scared of and unable to understand whats happened to his wife and not really wanting to accept it either. Its especially hard trying not to blame Komaeda for it, especially on harder days. I think he pushes for Komaeda to smile a lot, and has no time for Komaeda’s negative emotions, often getting angry and frustrated when Komaeda is upset but he cant make him stop crying or calm down. When things do happen because of Komaeda’s luck, and it upsets Komaeda, he defaults to trying to find the brightside of what happened to make him feel better. He’s very focused on positive emotions, always laughing and smiling and never letting anyone see him down, to the point where he wont let himself feel down and always takes another view or another perspective on things to make the situation good again, even when its really really not appropriate. Mega mega toxic positivity. He’s way too unserious a lot of the time, and too away with the fairies to be anything solid and reliable to even begin to combat how much of a ghost of a person Komaeda’s mother can be sometimes. He likes to think he makes time for his son, but what he doesn’t realise is the only time this is is in front of other people for performance purposes. Even then, half the time he’s more invested in the guests than he is Komaeda.

Image is very important in the Komaeda household, so keeping up appearances of everything being fine was rlly important to them both. They tend to focus on this more than Komaeda, so Komaeda is roughly forced into performing the act of the perfect, docile, well read young man and is basically ignored throughout the performance except for when his dad wants to boast or rare, odd moments where his mum will sit next to him and ask what he’s reading and compliment him on it.

I think they’re also really involved with talent, in much the same ways that Hajime’s parents are. They really wanted Komaeda to be talented, and wanted him to be friends with people who are when they started to think that maybe he wasnt. I think that, in a universe where they survive, they would still love Hajime at first for appearances sake, which just slowly develops into genuine affection when they get to know Hajime. Also he’s like the only person Komaeda’s ever brought home, so they instantly have a soft spot for him because he’s Komaeda’s first friend so they try and push away any biases they have towards him not being talented. They also have the buffer of living comfortably, which Hajime’s parents don’t.

But they didn’t survive so this doesnt matter LOL.

Even so, i think there was maybe money or family stressors on them that made them really want Komaeda to be talented. I think Komaeda maybe had this on his shoulders as well, and felt this directed towards him but like didn’t really understand it. He just understood that talent was really really important. And that all good people are talented and non-talented people are bad.

Wow that was long. I hope that was interesting at least ! Thanks for giving me an excuse to blabber about that LOL

#oh pee #danganronpa #long post #there i komaeda-posted on his birthday. are u happy now slashuz? will u leave me alone? #happy birthday or whatever komaeda 🙄🙄

[shitty-mobile-game-reviews]

super slime slimeinator

sorry, super slime simulator. (literally my attitude for the whole game lmao)

yeah, it's a slime game.

it has "slime touching" graphics.

it makes disgusting "slime" noises.

i've terrorized my friends with it.

i love this game, no matter how janky-2004-DS game it is.

the game opens with the worst sound to ever exist,

followed by teaching u how to make a slime, which is pretty simple. u just kinda... make a slime.

...like u choose what type u want to make (u start out with a couple of types, ex. "classic" slime which i personally believe is a government fallacy but u do u) and then u circle ur finger around a dish to make it. then, u choose a colour and mix it in. then u choose 1 or 2 types of decorations and their colours (if they have that option. some don't- lookin at you, "jelly cubes")

some exciting exhilarating gameplay (ignore the ads at the bottom idk why they're there they aint even personalized smh):

then u finish, name it an play with it if you're a psychopath. i prefer the elite route of making slimes and never fuckin touching them bc they're nasty as hell.

there's also a chest thing which is ridiculously easy to unlock and will give you new slime... things:

and for some reason, this game seemingly with no story to it, has SIDE QUESTS. Where we meet, for the second time since the tutorial, the "mascot" for this game: Lulu.

She is just a fuckin person. She's a human mascot who somehow got her little godfearing name on things like "lulu's slime quest" and other equally icky things like that. She also somehow has her own collection of slimes, with ones worse than anything my pathetic little hands could even fathom making.

Note: I have no idea who Noggi is.

and she forces you to make her slimes for her. exactly the way she wants it. or you lose.

there's also some weird games like Slime My Image where u glunk up one of ur photos (I glunked up miku teehee):

And also Slime Painter, where you can colour on a "slime" at will:

And additionally, the real man's gambling, the aptly named Guessing Game:

(i guessed correctly btw)

However, if u have had enough of those games, check out the tons of premade slimes that u can play with.

That is, if ur the kind of person who downloaded this game to...

erm...

to play with slimes.

o_O cringe if thats u

anyway, if u enjoy that, they made a fuckton of disgusting slimes that are strangely reminiscent of something i once knew and desperately want to forget all there for u to......... play with.

Either way, if ur the type of gamer who needs regular validation, there's a series of incredibly rigorous daily quests to complete, which will truly test ur grit and determination as a Super Slime Simulator Pro Gamer™

The quests will demand various things, but most prominently, the grindworthy adventures of:

opening the game (im shakin in my boots)

making a slime (consider my timbers positively shivered upon)

playing with said slime (ew)

playing a single level of Lulu's Slime Quest (crying shaking screaming)

and other such harrowing tasks.

Now that I've briefed u on the game, let's get into some fun little details!

u can't turn the sfx off.

there is no option to turn the sfx off

the sfx make me want to McPerish™

i wanted to listen to music while playing this game but you can't turn the sfx off

there are some "fun and interesting" slime types that nobody's ever made before and nobody ever wants to make! I won't spoil them for u, but u definitely will spoil!

the colour names are fun, flirty and sometimes Pukeworthy! (there's a colour called carmine! how wonderfully fucking disgusting!)

there's one colour that i'm not so sure about!

Also, if you want to SHARE a slime with someone, you can "gift" it to them (gee, thanks) and they recive a fun little gift box all customized by you. mery cihsmast.

SO NOW THAT YOU'RE REALLY HAVING FUN, WANNA HEAR ABOUT OUR OTHER GAMES?

REALLY?

NO?

YOU SURE?

HOW 'BOUT I GIVE YOU ADS EVERY 20 SECONDS, BUT ALL OF THE ADS ARE FOR DIFFERENT BUT NOT UNSIMILAR GAMES MADE BY OUR COMPANHY?

NOT INTERESTED?

GET SQUISHY MAGICked FUCK YOU

anyway, it's a fun game. 7/10 would squelch again.

That's all for Super Slime Simulator! It's not that bad but certainly quite jank. Loves ya :P

#fun #games #mobile games #online games #video games #weird games #slime game #slime #super slime simulator #an impressively crunk game for an impressively crunk person(?) #silly goofy games #silly goofy #fun game #funky game #funky #very strange game for a very strange little man (girl?)

[pansyfemme]

if u don’t mind me asking, for how long you’ve been an artist? like do you draw since u were a kid? cause i see your art (which is incredible btw) and i wonder how long does it take to develop your own art style yk? your art is full of detail and character and i immediately recognize it’s yours

i’m 18 now and i love to draw but don’t have much time to do it, it’s not something i can fully focus on (thanks to capitalism aha) and i’m afraid i’m too old to try and start making my own art and develop my own characteristics/style/process :/

sorry if this ask is too much or too confusing but i truly love seeing ur art on my dash and i thought maybe u can give some advice?

Ok this is gonna be a bit of a length answer, im sorry in advance! but first off- thank you sososo much it really means a lot!! i rlly appricate ur kind words!

but to answer your inital question- i was raised in a very art positive household. My mother's a very skilled landscape watercolorist who studied art in college (though doesnt work as an artist) , and my father is a music/theatre critic, so i grew up going to lots of art shows and gallery opening and art stuff in general, and my parents were always very supportive of any art ive ever done. My brother is an artist too, mostly an oil painter these days, but he started drawing out the womb basically, massivly talented since he was very small. I was super jealous as a kid, but didn't decide i wanted to try being an artist until i was around 10 or so- when it kind of took over for my life for a while. My first few years of art were wildly productive, i was drawing every second of every day. I was going thru a really tough time emotionally and was horribly bullied at school, so it was a big comfort to me at the time. however, at around age 12, where my mental health became incredibly bad, i stopped nearly altogether for a while, never quite getting back to it until a year or so later. It took me a while to get my love for it back, but i did, and it became what it was for me again, i've been keeping a daily drawing practice for nearly four years now, since then. It's really not linear, though.

Finding a good growth pattern is a combonation of things. my art improves much faster when i take time to do the things that feel more like chores or stress my brain out- studies and life drawings and attempting to understand space, but those activities can make me lose motivation. the trick is to balance "work" art with "pleasure" art, to be able to retain the joy in creating while also activly learning new skills. Art can be a really stressful hobby to have, it's very easy to burn out or to get stuck in patterns of creation that dont progress you as much as you hope. Back in the day, i used to fucking hate drawing backgrounds, they made me horribly angry and frustated to draw, so i ignored them. Little did i know, i was setting myself up for a much more frustrating time when i wanted to draw backgrounds later on. I think that's what's difficult about learning a skill, especially when it's one where so much of it is self-taught. It's genuinly hard to understand which areas to start with and where to work more on. I don't personally think theres a certain skill level required for a given idea, getting an idea out 'badly' is better than waiting till you improve and forgetting it. It's just that artists tend to be heavily self critical, and so sometimes when something turns out 'badly' it's hard to resist the urge to just tear it up as soon as possible.

as for age, there is no age limit to this. there is no age that it's better to start- beginner artists come from all different places. It's fantastic you want to try this at all! it's something that brings me so much joy, and i am elated when others want to try it out! I have met artists who have started from so many different points in their lives- there is no corrolation between age and art skill, it's heavily dependant from artist to artist. as for developing an art style, it's something that comes with time spent, and i know that sucks to hear bc it did when i was starting out and thought i'd never find a style, but a style is simply one part of a vast range of creation- you do not have to settle down anytime soon. A consistant style in fact, is not very relevant outside of particular contexts. You see it a lot in illustration, where an artist is often chosen for a job based on a style, but when it comes to other fields of art, versitility and being able to stay away from things looking consistant is a huge skill! it's heavily dependant.

I really wish you luck- i know its hard to start out! it was extremly frustrating for me, but it's something that's brought me a lot of joy over the years- and i hope it does something similar for you.

[sim-plydreamy]

so far in my it's a colorful life legacy challenge:

her painting skill is at 6 and nearly there to completion

her charisma is behind and still at about 2

romancing sim who is both co-worker and a snob so 2 for 1 !!

painter extraordinaire is going well, completed first milestone of the aspiration and moved to second bracket and nearly done with that one too

ultimately the challenge is going pretty well so far! the only downside is that i forget she's mean so sometimes if im not paying attention she'll get negative interactions with sims i don't want haha

#it's a colorful life

[zuccnini]

Watercolor doodle of the girls ™ screaming

#My art #Watercolor #Pokemon #Mudkip #skitty #its the girls #traditional art #Im a painter I forget sometimes

[c1nnamonn]

galaxy brain is starting a painting with a full background and a character with a complicated outfit and deciding to finish it today. bc yeah

#im drawing riliane who i love but sometimes ruffles are too much. #but pro tip to aspiring painters: forget abt fully rendering objects. be lazy #and by that i mean you can do alot with a few brushstrokes as long as you know how to use value and shape #if you're spending ages trying to perfectly render something you're just spending so much extra time on something that hardly matters #also get a square brush. anything with flat edges is actually god. it looks infinitely better than any round brush could even hope to be #cinnamon talks

[iwadori]

Hiiii!!!! can you do like when you guys are supposed to meet up and they waited for about an hour or so and kept texting you you but you haven't replied so they thought you ditched them and got mad at you and stuff then they decided to go home and while on their way home not too far from their school they found you unconscious body with a large wound on you back and your head bleeding?.

can you pleaseease do tsukishima, yamaguchi, ushijima, bokuto (I'm sorry if that's a lot)

Haikyu Boys when you get hurt Pt 2 (Ushijima,Bokuto

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 2.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

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Ushijima

You were having the worst week this week,  from battling a cold and your boss making you do all sorts of extra jobs (that were definitely not under your job description.) As easter was swiftly approaching you and Ushijima had your annual plans of going to the local kids community center and helping them with an easter egg hunt. But you don’t think you can manage it this year.

Ushijima gets home from practice with 4 bags just filled with easter eggs ranging from all different sizes, “woah there Toshi, you’ve got enough there too feed all of england” you laugh  

“I don’t think these eggs will be able to sustain England Y/N” he says seriously making you laugh even harder. As you were laughing, you felt another migraine come along making your cringe in pain. “Toshi, I don’t think I can do the easter egg hunt this year?”  

He sits down next to you alarmed that something is wrong, “why what happened Y/N” he asks

“I’ve been feeling terrible all week, and I even have a migraine right now” you say to him thinking he would understand.

“That’s it?” he questions thinking what you said was a joke “I think you can handle a migraine, remember we’re doing this for the kids”

His words were making you feel slightly guilty since maybe you were being over dramatic. “Y/N if it’s really ‘that bad’, i’ll make you some tea so you can feel better,” he says going into the kitchen to start on your tea. You murmur a quiet “thank you” and you end up falling asleep, hoping that by the time you wake up your head stops pounding.

As you wake up, you realise you slept all the way through the night and over to the next day as when you look at your clock it says 12:32 pm. You look at your nightstand and saw that Ushijima wrote you a note saying:  

Y/N I've left out early to set out the easter egg hunt, I’ve made you breakfast so eat up and get prepared for the event which starts at 4pm. Please don’t forget.

Sincerely – Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You chuckle at the fondness of the note, before realising your pain. Your brain felt like it was having a live concert inside that definitely was not going to end soon but you still got up prepared for the day. You didn’t want to let Ushijima or the kids down.  

When you go to the kitchen , you see the cute breakfast that Ushijima made you consisting of all of your favourite foods and with another simple note of him saying ‘ I love you. ‘ Ushijima has always been a lovely boyfriend, treating you like the queen you are always making sure that you were okay. Of course, his bluntness and his lack of social cues was something to get used to but when you did get accustomed to it, it only made you fall in love with him more.

You got ready, feeling even more sick as the piping hot shower that you usual have, did not help as when you were showering you felt heavily faint. However, you persevered since you did not want to let Ushijima down.

You finally were prepared to leave the house, with the community center being on 15 minutes walk away you were leaving out at 3:50pm since you were planning to take your car anyways. When you leave your home, you realise that you forgot your car keys so you dash up the stairs (a bit too quickly) to go and find them. Scrambling through your draws, your head is pounding harder and harder and the more it pounds the quicker your moving making you even more faint. You eventually find your keys and you’re ready to zoom to the community center but your body gave out and you pass out tumbling down the stairs landing at your front door.

Ushijima was waiting outside of the community center waiting for you to arrive it was 4:05pm and he was wondering where you were (knowing that your place was only a 10 minute drive away) he sent you a few texts asking where you were but when you don’t respond Ushijima becomes slightly annoyed, plastering a fake smile on his face and entering the community center, starting the easter egg hunt.

The easter egg hunt came to a close at 8pm and Ushijima assumed that you would’ve showed up some time in the middle of the event, but you obviously didn’t show. After making sure that all the kids left safely Ushijima decided to call and text you more and when you continuously don’t respond and your calls go to voicemail he says ‘Y/N, im really disappointed with you right now. How could you do this to me? You said you would show up, the kids were really upset, how could you be so selfish?’

He walks to your house knocking on the door, but when you don’t immediately answer he knew something must be up now, since you haven’t responded to any of his texts and calls and didn’t show up he figured there was something deeper then you just ditching the event.

He used his key to open the door, surprised when the door hit something. He tried again hitting the ‘object’ that was laying at the door again. He carefully pushes the door to make enough room for him to fit through the gap. When he entered, he was startled at the sight of you, there you lay completely knocked out with a blood stain next to your head. He knelt down next to you and touched your cheek you were extremely cold, he had to get you to a hospital stat. He called an ambulance, panicked. Worrying about how long you’ve been out for since it would have to be atleast more than 4 hours he assumed.

You woke up in a foreign room, with your head slightly stinging. You place your hand on the back of your head and wince, then you remember you need to be at the easter egg hunt so you bolt up ready to move.  

“I don’t think that’s wise for you to do that Y/N” Ushijima says to you  

“Toshi, what happened?” you ask still in pain

“It seems you fell down the stairs and hit your head” after he said that all your memories come flooding back, and you remember rushing to the community centre, looking for your keys, and then falling down the stairs and everything going black.

“I’m sorry Ushi for missing the easter egg hunt, I really tried to get there,” you say with an apologetic look on your face  

“It’s fine Y/N of course you wouldn’t of been able to get there after falling down the stairs” he says “Also, this is proof of why you shouldn’t run down the stairs”

You eventually get discharged with the doctor telling you all you need to do is rest and stay off your feet. Ushijima took the doctor's orders very seriously, becoming your loyal servant and waiting on you hand and foot, tending to your every need. He did also make you were eating healthy and taking all your medicine so you could have the best recovery possible.  

Also, after realising that this could’ve all been avoided if Ushijima didn’t guilt trip you in the first place for having a migraine, he made sure to never ignore or dismiss when you say you are ill or have anything wrong with you even if it’s a migraine, a lost limb or a simple paper cut.

Bokuto  

The Olympics were coming up and Bokuto couldn’t be any more excited than he already was. Everything he’s talked about for the past month he manages to find a way to relate to the Olympics, and as annoying as it got sometimes you were just as excited for it as much as Bokuto was.  

Bokuto was heavily busy with extra practices so you were bored and lonely, since your boyfriend was at practice all the time so you chose to take up a new hobby. You decided to paint, although you weren’t an award-winning painter you still found joy in it. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend you had some slight unwanted attention on you: the usual fans of Bokuto that just followed you to have an extra aspect of him in their life's, or his fangirls that adored him.  

You didn’t mind the fangirls for the most part since majority of them were pretty tamed and did fawn over your relationship. However, there was the minority of fans that did make it known to you that they DID NOT like you at all. When you started posting your paintings, it seems their hate for you amplified since they always found the need to leave an astray of mean comments on your post. But that didn’t mainly bother you since you thought that they only had that energy behind the screen.

The days went by getting closer to the Olympics, with Bokuto always asking you every day “Y/N you are coming to my games, right?” to which you always replied “Of course Kou, I’m coming” which always made him smile.

When the Olympics came, you’ve went to all the games cheering Bokuto and the team on as they were winning round after round. Whilst this was going on, the group of girls that were sending you horrible messages and making mean posts about you weren’t stopping. At first, you didn’t care for them but it seems their posts only gotten worse making comments about your artwork, your face, your body type ect.  

You didn’t want to tell Bokuto as you felt that it would ruin his Olympic momentum and you thought you could handle it all on your own.  

It was nearing to the final game of the Olympics, and Bokuto was ecstatic he made sure that you promised you’d be there claiming that you was his ‘good luck’ charm.’ You were excited to go too, the feeling of watching Bokuto play was exhilarating seeing him fully in his element was great for you to see.

On the last game day, Boktuo was already at the stadium since him and the team had to be there earlier to practice and you planned to meet him there just before the game started at 4:30. You went to a florist before the match getting Bokuto the biggest boquet that you could buy.  

On your way to the stadium you here somebody whistle from behind you, you turn around and see a group of girls waiting behind you smirking. “Hi?” you say more like a question then a statement “do you want something from me?”

Some of them laugh, but the one standing at the front who you mentally lable the ‘main one’ steps closer to you and says “We want you to stay away from Bokuto” you realise that these were the girls sending you hate online for these past weeks.

Before you can even blink, the girls jump you, hitting, kicking and clawing at you. You are in pain, screaming and crying for them to stop and leave you alone. You lay there, letting them beat you up thinking that you’ll probably end up dead out of this. All you can think about is Bokuto, you didn’t get to wish him good luck, or give him your flowers (that you spent a fortune on) or even tell him that you loved him one last time.

You think the girls eventually stopped but you couldn’t tell because your body was throbbing and you hurt all over. You tried to get up still wanting to go to the match but you collapse going out cold.

Bokuto was scanning the crowd over and over for you, hoping to spot you there. But he couldn’t, he was wondering where you were getting sadder and sadder by the second since he really believed you were his good luck charm and he probably wouldn’t be able to win without at least seeing your face once.

They didn’t win. Bokuto knew he wasn’t playing at his best, since all his mind was on was thinking about where you were. You’ve never missed one of his games, so he was incredibly worried. After he accepted his second-place medal, he rushed out the stadium to go to your house but he was stopped by some fangirls ‘I guess signing autographs is the least I can do’ he thinks, the fans were being a bit odd today but he didn’t have time to focus on that as his mind was racing thinking about you and your whereabouts.  

One of his fans did give him an alarmingly big boquet of roses which he appreciated ‘these must of cost a fortune’ he thinks. Although it was a probably a long shot, he decided to ask the fan if he saw someone who looked like *whatever you look like* to maybe see if someone else saw you. Which the fan replied “yeah I saw them with some guy at this restaurant whilst we were going to see you!” they exclaimed.

‘A guy’ he thought ‘that most likely wasn’t you.’ Seeing Bokuto’s confusion, the fan followed up with “I'm pretty sure it was her I mean we all know who Bokuto Koutaro’s girlfriend was.” Bokuto didn’t reply just walking away making sure to thank them for the flowers.  

He was rushing towards your house on foot (since all the taxi’s and ubers were fully booked because of the Olympics) whilst running he stumbles across your passed out body all black and bruised with scratch marks and bleeding all over you. “what happened” he whispered, knowing you obviously weren’t going to respond.  

He picked up your near-dead body, and cradled you in his arms taking you back to the stadium (since he knew that getting an ambulance to come here or running to the hospital would basically be impossible.) When he got back to the stadium, he did get odd looks from strangers but he didn’t care, his only agenda was making sure you were okay.

You woke up, and saw Bokuto pacing the room repeatedly you tried to get his attention by saying his name but your throat was damaged. He eventually notices you and runs to your side, stroking your face softly and giving you a gentle hug making sure not to hurt you.  

“Who did this Y/N?” he asks with worry in his eyes  

You ignore his question and look at the silver medal wrapped around his neck making you sad “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the match, I tried I really did try” you said with your voice sounding even worse after you said every word.  

“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad that you’re okay babe, I was really worried about you.” he said

The Medic came in and said that you had multiple broken ribs, but beside that you were fine you just needed to rest your throat and let your bruises heal. You eventually told Bokuto that it was some of his fans, he was upset that you hid this from him for so long but he was just glad that he got to you as soon as he did. He managed to play at the next Olympics and you were there fully present, with your even bigger boquet of flowers watching win gold.

Authors Note: I tried to make it as close to your request as possible, but I hope you enjoy as I really do think this is my favourite work so far.... :3 Comments and feedback appreciated.

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu scenarios #haikyu #haikyu angst #haikyu fluff #haikyu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu-fluff #haikyu x reader #ushijima imagine #ushijima oneshot #ushijima angst #ushijima x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto angst #koutarou x reader #bokuto scenarios #signedwithane😌

[deadpoetsam]

Leatin college roommates AU

hey anon!

so this is a wip im working on right now, but since my brain keeps coming up with new wip ideas/au's and there are other fics that have my current priority, it'll take a long time to finish, so i'll just give you a small preview of what i've thought up + a small excerpt while y'all wait for me to finally finish this:

presenting: enemies to lovers slowburn college roommates AU

it's set at some art college bc why not (maybe even Juilliard idk)

Shelby, Nora and Fatin all go there and are theatre majors 'cause i need to see theatre kid Fatin (choosing to do theatre instead of playing cello and still getting into Juilliard is such a Fatin move tbh)

Leah and Ian are childhood best friends (obviously) who both are English majors

Martha is a painter (i get that vibe) and also studies at the same college as them, just like Marcus (her bf)

Dot works at a cafe on campus

Rachel and Toni go to a college a few towns away but visit Martha/Nora sometimes. Toni does basketball and Rachel has a prosthetic arm and is studying to be a coach.

Ian is trans cuz why not?

Leah and Fatin are assigned as roommates and they get off on the wrong foot (leah gets mad about being roommates, only knows the rumors about fatin, etc)

Leah and Fatin finding out that they have way more in common than they thought (i can totally see an English Major Leah being annoyed by theatre kids until she eventually falls for Fatin)

I think I'll include some background shoni/marchel

Shelby and Dot childhood best friends but fell apart

Nora and Shelby know each other somehow? Probably through theatre

Martha and Shelby have been friends for like a year but idk how

probably because Shelby’s family moved after Becca’s death? and then she met Martha and Toni… ?

Toni and Shelby have known each other for like a year (and they hate each other but also love each other lmao)

Martha has been dating Marcus for a while? high school sweethearts idk

Fatin and Dot have been friends for a while (idk how)

a small excerpt:

So, now, they are opening a new chapter in their lives, and nothing can possibly go wrong.

“‘How did your room draw go?”

Maybe some things can go wrong.

This question is followed by Leah frantically pacing for an hour, calling the registration, while Ian laughs his ass off in the corner of her now “old” room.

So, she missed the deadline for the room draw, and now she’s getting assigned a random dorm plus a random roommate.

But, it’ll be fine right? Ian will still be close, and if she had gone she still would have a roommate she didn't really know, so it's not that bad. Them being a complete stranger will get her out of her shell, right?

Some mistakes are small and meaningless, some change your whole life.

That’s what shoots through her head when she walks into the room and sees the bright colours of her roommate’s stuff. Pinks, purples and tiger prints fill her vision, and she’s really starting to curse her forgetfulness.

But the pure dread doesn’t settle in until she sees who actually will be her company.

When the girl walks in with her oversized sunglasses and t-shirt with a insta worthy quote, it does settle in, and she would love to be swallowed whole by the ground right now.

Fatin Jadmani.

Fuck.

#it will take so long to finish this #since there are two other au's that have my priority #but here's something at least #the wilds #leatin #leatin fic #asks #writing prompt #leatin college au

[starlight-starwrites]

That was suppose to be on anon so ignore that last one Marcus growing up and I'm high school going to art museums with a shy girl who doesn't talk much and he developed a crush on her

i saw this and said ‘perfect. lets get some soft pining marcus pike up in this bitch’ and then i did. i think. (and trust me im def ignoring you. idk who you are). ((and im not saying that the reason marcus works in the ART department is bec of his first love, but...that’s exactly what i’m saying)).

-marcus still remembers you from time to time, even though its been, what? 25 years since he last saw you? he’s been through one divorce, one rushed and broken engagement. he doesn’t even want to think about the failed girlfriends. yet he still thinks about you.

-he’s always been a romantic, a sensitive kid. he gave the bullies in school as good as he got, but he had a kind soul.

-he blames that very soul for the reason he can’t seem to stop thinking about you.

-you had gone to elementary school together. then middle school. he wasn’t even sure at first, but then, yes, he saw you in high school too.

-the two of you knew each other and were friendly, always saying a passing hello when you saw each other, not afraid to goof around together after school with a few friends. but he never really knew you.

-he guessed your favorite color from your backpack and the shoes you wore almost every day. you knew your favorite band in middle school when it seemed like all your friends could talk about. he knew the park that you would hang out at with your friends because he hung out there too. on the other side. with his friends.

-he always wanted to know more. wished that you wanted to know him too. but he didn’t know how to talk to you.

-you were quiet, though not nearly as sensitive as some people made you out to be. when you were younger, bullies had often gotten bored of you, and instead of being a target, you were usually left behind. you didn’t let it bother you, content with your books and your art and the few friends you actually liked.

-you remember marcus, the brave boy who couldn’t bear to see others being put down. you decided you liked him. he was nice to you, smiled in the hallways. sometimes you liked to think he liked you, but you chalked it off as wishful thinking.

-marcus really wished he could have told you he liked you. but he was awkward, and gangly teenager, and surely someone as pretty and smart like you wouldn’t be impressed. but when you were both in high school, and he...accidentally asked you out, he could have punched himself when he saw how easily you agreed to it.

-you had been in english class, were supposed to be working on a group project when somehow the subject of art had come up. he noticed the way your eyes flashed and a smile tugged at your lips, and next thing he knew he was nudging you into talking about what you thought, and you mentioned one of your favorite artists, and that jogged his memory.

-his mom had gotten some flier in the mail, some discount on museum admission. he remembered because she stuck it to the fridge saying the family should go and he rolled his eyes at the thought of being dragged around an art museum with his sisters and his parents over the weekend.

-but suddenly the thought of walking around a museum didn’t sound so unappealing. before he knew it he was telling you about it, saying maybe ‘we could check it out sometime. it sounds cool.’

-he wanted to hit himself. sounds cool. how dumb was he?

-but then you were smiling, tucking your hair behind your ear and agreeing. he couldn’t believe it. by the end of the day, the two of you already agreed on a day and time to meet. he didn’t want to have to ask his parents for a ride (he didn’t have his license yet but he sure as hell wasn’t driving you and his dad) but then he said ‘bike’ and you had just gotten a new one and it seemed like fate.

-you had thought about hesitating when marcus mentioned going to the museum together but...it was marcus. you’ve technically known each other since you were five. and maybe you really wanted to do something cool like this. was it a date? were you just friends? you didn’t even care at this point, it was progress.

-when marcus makes it home after school, he runs straight to his room, busy with ‘homework.’ he looks up the museum immediately, writes down the names of the displayed artists and looks them up too. he knows you take this stuff seriously, and if he finally has this chance to impress you, he’s not going to waste it.

-late that night when he satisfied he’s got a good background on anything that could come up, he remembers its only wednesday.

-next day in class he makes sure to sit directly next to you, unofficially assigned seats be damned. it’s a little gesture, but it speaks volumes. and when he walks out with you to your next class you think about it for the rest of the day.

-the two of you see each other in class, between classes as the next two days pass. neither of you are counting down the time til saturday afternoon. definitely not.

-when the time arrives, and marcus pulls up on your driveway, he finally feels the nerves. sure, he was nervous before, but it was excitement too. now the settling panic of going up to your house and talking to you was too much. but then he sees you coming from the garage, walking your bike next you and wearing the cutest smile he’s ever seen.

-and a dress. a really nice dress. well, casual enough, but you look nice and he thinks he tries to tell you that but it doesn’t come out right because you’re laughing at him, but then you say he looks nice too, and he feels underdressed now, but you’re already getting on your bike and adjusting your skirt and looking at him with a smile before asking “ready?”

-he has to put a lot of effort into not sounding like a loon. he settles for a smile and a “sure.”

-in retrospect, he should have considered that the place would be packed today. there was a flier that went out to the whole town for goodness sake. and its a saturday. in fairness, the line to enter didn’t take too long, but there certainly were a lot of awkward pauses in conversation that made it feel longer. you had your hands clasped in front of you. he kept his in his pockets.

-the exhibits were fine. he could tell you appreciated them, went up to inspect every single one. sometimes he joined you. sometimes he stepped back and appreciated you.

-he jumped in too, tried to bring up something he had studied. you smiled at him every time, even when he got it wrong. and it didn’t matter, because then you came right back and told him everything, explained it better than he had ever heard it.

-you talked to him and he would never forget it. with each piece, each fact you shared he felt like he knew you better. there was never an awkward silence after that.

-when you finally reached the new exhibit, it was packed. the two of you stood at the entryway for a few minutes, hoping that the crowd would thin. when only more people shoved their way in, you looked ready to give up.

-you offered to move on, take one last loop around before leaving. marcus wouldn’t have any of it. you wanted to see the display, it was a collection of female painters from europe, and he was going to make sure you did. besides, he couldn’t deny he had an ulterior motive.

-he reached over to grab your hand, clasping it tightly in his, before he gave you a boyish grin and dragged you in. he pulled you through the throng of people, making sure you were with him the whole time, getting you up close.

-he stood at your back as you looked, keeping you close and protected. you stood there, a hand still in his, and you didn’t even see the painting. all you could do was think about him. surely this was a date?

-he asks you about the paintings. you tell him the bare minimum and hope it’s okay. he’s been so great the whole day, you never even realized he liked the same things you did.

-you spend another half hour in just the one room, looking over each piece. he tries to share something again, but he got the name of the painter wrong. you correct him, but he doesn’t even care because you’re still holding his hand.

-you keep talking after that day. he comes after school to the art club sometimes, you take a history class together. trips to museums become a more regular thing, and so does going to dinner. he kisses you at your back door, runs away as soon as he knows you’re in safe. he remembers things were good.

-he had decided in middle school he loved you, but he swore he fell even harder that day.

-but he also remembers it doesn’t last. first you move, then he does too. there had been a couple of phone calls, but it just wasn’t the same. he actually considers art school for a time, but between knowing his parents disapproval and his skills as an artist, he takes a different path, and art classes are just his elective. still he wonders if you went.

-even now he remembers you fondly. your ‘no care’ attitude on the outside, yet how deeply you cared on the inside. maybe it’s the idea of a first love that he keeps coming back to, even though he knows he doesn’t know you now. you come up in his mind, unbidden yet still welcome.

-he’s working when he sees you again. he’s been called to the national gallery of art--there’s been suspicions surrounding the transfer of an incoming painting from the louvre--and you’re there. you’re standing there, working, and he doesn’t even know what to think.

-you look as though you’ve barely changed. older sure, and your hair is different, you dress differently too. but he knows the shape of your face, the quirk of your lips. you even stand the same way, that little lean and jut of your hip.

-he doesn’t even realize he’s just standing there smiling at your profile until he hears someone call his name. and that’s when you notice him. you have only known one ‘marcus pike’ in your life, but you are surprised to hear it prefixed by ‘agent’.

-you see his back--broad shoulders in a trim suit, brown hair that is kept neat, but longer than the marcus you knew. he turns finally, and you see the beard. you can’t even be sure. there are some similarities to the boy you knew but...you meet his eyes.

-it’s him. it’s definitely him. you see the museum director still talking to him, but he’s smiling at you. you can’t help but smile back. you really hope he’s listening, because your employer is not very forgiving.

-your attention is taken away soon enough, but as soon as you both have a moment, he striding to you and you turn to him. he says your name like a question, as though he can’t believe its you. you respond with an amused “marcus” and it’s enough for him.

-he goes for a hug, and you happily meet him. then you’re both asking each other so many questions at once, neither of you can get a word in. its all laughs and smiles, and you learn that not is he just an agent, but an fbi agent in the art department. it might be the sexiest job you’ve heard of, right behind archeology.

-you tell him about yourself, how you’ve been in dc for the last 10 years, how you got this dream job restoring the famous works you had so admired. he’s proud of you, he says so. you don’t know how to ask if he has a family. surely he does.

-marcus finds himself looking at your hands all too often, but they’re blocked by the clipboard you hold. it feels so easy to talk to you again, even after all these years. as though you were the sort of friends that couldn’t be separated by time. when he finally catches a glance at your left hand, he feels relief when he doesn’t see a ring. it may not mean too much, but its something.

-he suggests lunch and you agree. you talk about work, the city, your pasts. it feels like putting on an old jacket that still fits. broken in and familiar. for the first time since his move to dc, marcus feels hope. if all the heartbreak he’d endured, all the blood and sweat he put into his job had gotten him nothing but a new, empty apartment maybe he’d still feel like he did. but now he knows you’re in dc, and he can’t help but think it’s fate.

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike #the mentalist #marcus pike deserves the world #and i really just implied that 'you' have a type and it's based off of indiana jones #bec lets be honest i kinda wanted my job to be 'archeology' #irl archeology is not as sexy im sorry to say #but you are a nerd #ask

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Hi can I have a creepypasta match-up please if you have time no rush!

Im 5'5 and im biromantic, I lean on guys more than girls.

My style is punk but it change whatever mood im in, I have long wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, and tan skin!

My hobbies are playing video games, watching movies, going out shopping and listening to music. I really want motivation to paint and do art but im always tired

My favorite seasons are winter and autumn it just comforts me tbh, there's something about it lol

My personality type is intj, im usually calm and chill but sometimes I can get very chaotic when I feel like it.

My positive traits are being a good listener, protective, laid back, going with the flow.

My bad traits are self critical, getting frustrated and angry at small things, being sensitive or crying out of nowhere, being chaotic and feral.

My favorite animals are frogs, cats, bunnies and lizards!

I struggled alot with anxiety and depression, ocd, and possibly adhd (i have no clue but my doctor said I could probably have it) dissociation disorder.

My date ideals are probably looking at the night sky in the woods or at the beach, going to the movies and arcades. At home we'd just watch Netflix and spend time together! I don't mind cuddles or anykind of kiss!

My love language is quality time and giving gifts. <3

Thank you for doing this when you get the time I hope everything is going okay too!

Oh I feel so bad for how long you've had to wait! But I'm getting to it now 😋

I MATCH YOU WITH:

Bloody Painter

Ugh omg okay this is too cute

I feel like Helen is such a homebody that even with small things like going out to shop is a big move for him (he looks a bit more normal compared to others to so it help with going out in public

He needs a better wardrobe anyways as a lot of his clothes have paint stains

He's not really the type to play video games but he still enjoys watching you play or listening to you in the background especially when you rage quit 🤣🤣

If you have motivation to paint boy oh boy is he the best teacher

Everyone is under the impression they have to be the best especially with art. But art is subjective there is no wrong way to do it

However if you need to learn basics, he'll spent hours with you and share his tools

He also has beginner books for tips and ideas

But if you don't have motivation he has no problem with you just watching him while he still teaches you with his techniques

I feel like Helen would be such a shocker when it comes to date especially if it's in the woods, he'll set up a cute but reasonable date site like maybe some lights through tree branches, a table big enough for you, chairs, maybe some flowers in a vase

Lowkey feel like he's the type to find a flower and place it in your hair 🌸

However with arcades, you could easily beat him a 5 yr old with not the best motor skills could beat him 🤣

You guys definitely spend a lot of time together even if jts in the same room, it's just so safe and comforting to be near each others presence 💖

He would love to give gifts his would just be his artwork be whether it's his emotions towards you, him recreating a photo he took of you and painted it, or sometimes even your favorite songs in a very life like way

Like however the song sounds or feels he'll find a way to paint the way it feels or might look like as well as the color he thinks are associated with it

He does give you things you like tho it's just if he has no money or not sure how to get it he'll paint something for you

He loves your personality tho, he's a narcissist but nothing compares to your own opinion about him

Those people still deserve love 💘

He's very quiet and reserved unless really bothered or really comfortable around someone aka you then he'll become talkative

He needs someone with your personality to mix with his, you guys are very similar but in different ways kind of like ☯️

Oh gosh he'll definitely help you catch random animals as long as there is enough room.and resources to help them. He hates when ppl just take in animals bc of how cute they are but have no way of taking care of them

Luckily a lot of people in the mansion have disorders such as yours and he's very observant so he tries to find a slow and gradual but healthy way to help with your triggers

Tries his best to keep you away from certain situations even tho sometimes they can't be helped

He'll keep a close eye on you especially if you dissociate. He's never really experienced but as much as he can read about it he will never know how it feels

Obviously he's very creative and if you need a certain way to organize your schedule or work area, whatever and wherever you spend a lot of time doing, he'll try to customize it for you (as someone with adhd myself I have to do a lot of color coordination)

Helps you with reasonable and small daily tasks

Not to make you sound like a dog but he'll give you a small treat with each task completed

You drank a bottle of water? X amount of kisses

You took a shower? (Honestly he'd join it cuz I feel like he forgets too sometimes haha) but he'll pamper you during it

Whatever small goals you have you guys will discuss your goals, whether that be a new game, making him go places, etc you get the idea

I hope you liked this 😁😁

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Bloody Painter Headcanons

am i gonna write about helen even tho no one cares? fUCK YEA @creepy-bi-day hope you enjoy. Im still not a writer sorry :/. also my personal hcs, its okay to disagree. Also dark themes again. 

Bloody Painter

Backstory:

was born on Oct 1st, 1980, fully name Helen Otis

mother is white, father is Japanese

is an only child. Helen’s parents had a very difficult time in getting pregnant like yeeeaaars (10 ish) and they also really wanted a girl. Like in their head, they would be getting a girl. and when they did get pregnant the ultra scan did show a girl. so they were in shock when a boy popped out. 

they no likely. Since helen’s mom was a teacher, they decided to raise the boy as a girl and simply homeschool them until they had to go to college, once there they could simply transition into a girl. This is how they thought trans people were so they thought they’ll do the same to get a girl (This was obliviously wrong)

so they tried to do that but mother couldn’t get the needed forms and paperwork to homeschool Helen so they had to go to school. so their parents decided the best thing to do was to make them as manly as possible in 6 months. so everything pink and girl (lots of which were comfort items like plushies, and art things) were thrown out in front of poor 6 year old Helen who didn’t understand what was happening. Helen couldn’t do art, couldn’t wear certain clothes, couldn’t say certain things. punishments weren’t physical but there was a lot of yelling.

around the 3 month before school started, their parents decided that maybe Helen should meet their grandparents (parents kept giving excuses why they couldn’t visit). everything was going swell until the grandparents on the father’s side asked why name their BOY a GIRL name. before the parents could say anything, helen said “cause im a girl?” ... yaaaa queerphobic grandparents and little helen didn’t get along. plus helen was white passing so asian grandparents blamed their mom.

parents cut contact with the grandparents, and yelled at helen a lot. (poor bby) this mental abuse continued over 3 months and caused helen to stop talking and start repressing a lot of his feeling which his parents encouraged cause “”bOYs donT hAve fEeLinGs””

in school, the parents told the teacher that there was a mix up when filling out his name and that they should call him Otis. Of course one teacher messed up and called him Helen, and then they got a lot of comments form their peers, but they learned not to say that they were a girl at this point. 

helen was lightly bullied for his name, and when they tried to tell a teacher they were told to “man up :))” 

and so more repressing feelings

it wasn’t until middle school where someone (a kid who they later learned was named tom), stole and planted a watch of another girl into helen’s bag. This meant helen’s bullying got a lot worse. Before it was a comment here or there, now it was physical and a lot often. this is also when he began to develop symptoms of anxiety and depression.

he slowly became friends with Tom, who was also bullied a lot. But one day Tom took Helen to the roof where Tom confessed into planting the watch. Helen was very upset, and the two started to argue when Tom slipped off the edge, Helen tried to hold on to Tom, but Tom let go of his hand. Tom dead.

there was an investigation done, and Helen wasn’t in trouble as some students and teachers said how they saw him hold onto Tom. The school was given a speech about how bullying was bad, and tried to get things back to normal. Helen’s bully did die down, tho lots of ppl tried to spread rumors about how he pushed Tom. 

his parents were more upset over how this would look and not about Helen’s mental health. Helen never told them about the bulling. 

When high school started, the bullies acted as if nothing happened. and on Halloween, Helen snapped and killed 5 of the main bullies. He was caught and sent to a mental hospital. 

so you think that finally, Helen can get the help they need right :)). ahhah no....

so the hospital did diagnose Helen with depression and a mild case of anxiety, but basically put them on pills. the actually therapist had a very hard time getting Helen to open up. this is because the on their first session helen started with his gender identity, and the therapist told him “look you are biologically a boy, so you must be a boy :))” and when they said that sometimes he felt more comfortable when they were more fem, they was told that was wrong. 

so helen shut up like a clam cause they did not feel safe with this guy

at least they learned how to somewhat manage their depression and anxiety :)

once helen turned 18 he was released, and Helen decided to be an artist and not kill. but he saw another one of his bullies and said fuck it.

slender saw and was like “i like this child. imma adopt them”

and Helen joined the mansion

Personality:

look Helen was mocked and betrayed by basically every person in their life, they don’t trust ppl

they are nice, but they don’t new people

if you’re nice they’ll be nice, if you’re mean they’ll be mean, simple

cold hearted, look if you are neutral to them and get run over by car they wont do anything. the world was shit to them, they’re shit back.

quiet. like Helen could be inches away and you still won’t hear them

buttttt if you get close (good luck) you see a passionate, kinda nerdy, very kinda touch starved, sarcastic person who just lived a shitty life. 

Fun Facts:

k mans has a 6 inch dick, 7 when hard, but is thick, and stretches you out-

*cough* moving on-

bi sexual. Helen has a very hard time acknowledging romantic feelings but is down to date the girls, gays and theys. again good luck getting there but it may happen.

gender fluid Helen has come a long way and their gender identity has ranged from girl, boy, both, none and yes. They’ve settled on gender-neutral pronouns but doesn’t hate being called she/her or he/him usually. On a bad day, they can’t say the same. 

Called them painter. The only ppl who can called them by their birth names are ppl who are close to them. On fem days, they like Helen. On masc days, they like Otis. Sometimes they don’t care, sometimes they just wanna be called painter. If you’re not sure and you actually care just ask, he’ll say what day it is. usually they dress accordingly, but still if you’re not sure ask, they’ll prefer it.

Speaking of clothes, the fit??? is on point???? like imagine dark academia with more blues, blacks and tans. Helen looks like the protagonist of a boarding school au.

they will wear skirt and dresses and corsets, and do they’re (slightly basic) hair and makeup.

some creeps (jeff) tried to make fun of helen for this. And when you look at Helen you dont think that they’re much of a fight. Helen’s lean and kinda thin (kid doesn’t eat a lot), but Helen did karate for year cause their dad wanted their “perfectly normal son” to do something manly and kinda close to their culture. Helen learned how to fight with a very good guard and how to be very fast but not so much strong. Wasn’t until he got out of the mental hospital did he learn about pressure points, specially those that dont need a lot pressure :) you see where this is going. 

Basically Helen is that one movie character who touches a spot on someone's neck and they pass out. (this is the best i can describe it, they dont do this exactly but similar things) 

also very talented at art and arty things. like annoyingly good. he’ll try wood craving and make amazing things after only learning about it an hour ago. Current draws online and does online commissions to pay for his coffee

actually likes hunting, not with gun but with like bows an arrows. they dont hunt often cause they like animals

has to finish whatever they’re working on. please force this baby into bed

has a coffee addiction

likes classical music and lofi. 

dont talk about the whole painting with blood thing, they were 14, it was cringey, they know

hair is like chin length ish, its black with waves, so if they wanna be masc they can tie it up and when its fem, they can let it down and straighten it 

forgets to eat, feed them

k this is long. As you can see I can also write a whole essay about Helen. I will write about Helen’s and Johnny friendship, along with the other creeps later. but im tired. 

#creepypasta #helen otis #bloody painter

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So your requests are open, huh? ❤️ 😏.. I'M KIDDING I'M A SHY BEAN ACTUALLY PLEASE IM BEGGING FOR KAZUNARI DATING HEADCANONS BC I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS MAN 😭😭😭❤️❤️ I loved your previous hcs and just couldn't resist asking for one!

Request:

A/N: oh my ;; you’re so sweet please 😳😳 Honety, at the very beginning i had a hard time but the more i wrote the more i enjoyed kazunari so thank you for helping me learn to enjoy a new character!

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To Date Kazunari Miyoshi:

- So you want to date the local Instablammer huh?

- I don’t blame you, he makes me all gooey inside too.

- You two probably met at Uni or because you went to his school’s festival bcs one of your friends invited you.

- Let’s go with the latter, you probably saw one of his pieces and were in awe at how beautifully he managed to capture the old Japanese painting style.

- So when this mullet-hat-wearing man-child came out speaking in ridiculous amount of slang you didn’t believe him.

- Until your friend confirmed it much to your amazement; this walking stereotype of social media addicted millennial made such a beautiful piece?

- Kazu thought your surprised reaction was cute so… he asked to draw you over a coffee date.

- And man were you embarrassed, like;; control yourself Miyoshi you just met them don’t try anything weird.

- Your friend accepts for you and helped you exchange numbers since you were too shocked he asked you out, after you went back home you kinda realized he was really damn cute.

- And after getting to know each other on that date you set up another one, and another one, and another-

- And suddenly you two are dating! It wasn’t like you actually had to ask each other out- it was a mutual understanding after your twelfth date that you kind of liked each other… a lot.

- He’s such a darling, he’s always trying his best to make you happy and he’s always so shocked when you go out of your way to make him happy.

- He just really enjoys seeing you smile and not worry about anything.

- The whole dorm was surprised when they found out Kazunari was dating you, they honestly thought he was just seeing many people in a row.

- So when he presented you as his s/o everyone’s jaws just dropped.

- “I can’t believe Kazunari got a s/o before me…”

- “Kind of thought he was just juggling many blind dates or somethin’.”

- After the initial shock (and jealousy of some) you’re part of the Mankai family.

- Miyoshi really enjoys having you around, even if you’re not actively in the practice room- wait for him in his bedroom and he’s gonna be smiling non-stop.

- Seeing you support him gives him such an adrenaline rush and fills him up with so much love and appreciation that not even his Instablam likes could compare to it.

- You’re basically his number one cheerleader and supporter.

- Loves showing you off so much, his feed is basically him gushing about you now.

- “My s/o’s really cute!!! I’m so lucky 😖😖”

- You’re now Insta famous so if I were you I’d set your account private.

- He also really likes showing off his art to you, so get ready for him to wake you up at 2am with a picture of Muku sleeping and drooling.

- Is really self-critical though, there are times he really hates what he’s producing; it’s something all artists (writers, painters, sculptors, etc) go through sometimes.

- That and his fear of being rejected have days where they really hit too hard for him, so please comfort him when those days inevitably come.

- Fighting is a normal part of a relationship, so get ready for arguments with Kazu.

- They come very rarely but when they do, he has a lot of pent up frustration he lets out.

- He’ll rarely ever insult you or threaten you, and neither should you and I trust you won’t, but he will be harsh and rather hurtful sometimes.

- Fights can last up to a week until you both settle down, probably forgetting why you fought in the first place.

- Unlike some he doesn’t really expect you to constantly be present during practices.

- Because you spend a lot of time waiting in his room, you become an older sister to Muku!

- And Yuki kind of adopts you as another older sister.

- Yuki often comes to Miyoshi’s room to spend time with you and Muku.

- And Muku loves reading manga with you.

- Kazunari’s favorite part of the day is coming inside his room to see you three huddled together watching the anime adaptation of one of Muku’s manga.

- Overall? A relationship with Kazunari is as easy as breathing.

- He really enjoys being around you and holding you tight and having you around as his personal cheerleader.

- And that’s what any healthy relationship should be, a place for two people to help each other grow and learn and be in love.

- So keep on cheering for each other, alright?

#A3! #A3 #act addict actors #a3 kazunari #kazunari miyoshi #kazunari x reader #kazunari miyoshi x reader #anon request #requests #( eeekkkk this one is kinda short actually TT but y’all can always request more dating hc’s ! ) #—🎀 a3!! #—📨 request #—✒️ sora’s scripts