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Hey, hello & hi! I'm back to make hc request again haha. How do u think would Artem, Vyn and Marius(or just vyn and Artem, doesnt matter) react if their s/o who loves to Draw drew them? Have a good day and thank you!

Thank you for another fun request, JuJu! I am really sorry it took me this long to fullfill it, but I hope you like it nontheless!

This piece had been sitting in my computer half complete for much longer than I would have liked, but it is finally finished! Thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs on my previous works.

Being your muse In these little ficlets, the ToT boys mentioned and you, the reader, are already dating. Enjoy the fluff! Order: Marius – Artem - Vyn

Marius: When the artist became the muse.

You met at an art exhibit, so Marius knew you were some kind of artist, like him.

You put ''art time'' in your routine every so often, just to satisfy those creative urges.

Marius was the painter and you were the drawer. It made a perfect combo, where Marius created the most stunning paintings from your excellent sketches.

Both your houses hung full of those paintings.

There was one thing you wanted to draw more than anything; him. But as an artist himself, you were afraid your sketch would never do him justice, until now.

You were both in his office, him going over some paperwork and you lazily scrolling on your phone, waiting for him to finish work so you could go to dinner. When you glanced at him, the late afternoon sun glowed around him, softening his features. The artist in you almost jumped out of your chest, a picture perfect.

Today was as good a day as ever to reveal your need to draw him. You knew Marius kept supplies in his office for the both of you, making art as a calming past time between you.

Not wanting to disturb him, you tiptoed to the cabinet, carefully opening it. But as perceptive as always, Marius noticed you eyeing the supplies instantly. ''What are you doing, Miss?''

His question didn’t stop you from grabbing some lightweight paper and pencils, reclaiming your place at the table before answering. ''Starting my art time.'' You smiled, and you could see his face falter. ''Ah miss, why don't you wait for me to finish this? '' A pout formed on his beautiful face.

''I don't want to wait. Just continue your work, you will see mine later.'' You showed a mischievous smile. He could only mumble a not fair, before his phone rang, beckoning him back to work.

After a long silence, both of you focused on your own work, Marius noticed your gaze flickering back and forth between him and your paper. When he was done signing some documents, he patted over to you slowly, not wanting to disturb you. ''Babe, can I see?'' His curiosity made him giddy, almost jumping in his step.

''Almost.'' You finished a line and looked at your work, judging if it was good enough to show. Before you could decide, Marius was already standing behind you, looking over your shoulder. When you heard a gasp escape his lips, you froze. You were afraid of this; that he wouldn't like it. But you turned around anyway, ready to explain your thoughts.

Marius looked at you with an unfamiliar spark in his eyes, a big smile adorning his lips. A second of silence later, Marius dared to speak. ''You... you drew... me?'' He stumbled over his words, but admiration flowed from them. Your own smile grew bigger, realising he actually liked the drawing. You held up your sketchbook for him to see what you drew clearly.

''Yes. You, being at work with that afternoon sun behind you, it was so pretty.'' You explained. Before you could say anything else, Marius wrapped his arms around you for a tight hug. It might have been because he did not want to show his real emotions, but you didn’t mind; it was confirmation enough for you that he loved it.

Artem: A priceless piece of art made his house feel like home.

Artem never understood art, or the world around it.

He tried to do his research, like always, but not having the feeling for it made it that much more difficult.

He learned a lot from you, and he was glad he could understand your thrills and creative moments.

In time, he started to notice at which moments you were feeling more artsy than others, and he would encourage you to take time to explore those moments.

The first few times you were at Artem's place for dinner, you would scroll on your phone, sitting at the kitchen table while he cooked the most amazing meals. When you two started getting closer, he noticed your drawing talents, finding books full of sketches around your house. From that moment on you felt comfortable enough to put time in your talent while he used his in the kitchen.

This evening was no different. The sketchpad Artem bought you last week was laying in front of you, the page blank; there was no inspiration at the moment. When your boyfriend retreated from his home office to start meal preparations, wrapping the adorable apron around his torso, a flash of creativity coursed through you.

Every so often Artem would look at you over his shoulder, a smile adorning his lips seeing you focused on your art. The whole scene you were in felt very homey, making him blush.

The colour on his cheeks made your drawing even better; capturing him in his element with crimson adorning his face was wat you were going for. When you added the blush to your sketch, you felt it was done, looking at your model a few times to make sure.

Artem finished making dinner, turning around from the stove with a pan, ready to put it on the kitchen table. The moment he turned around; he saw a content smile on your face. He put the pan down quickly, and aimed his eyes on you with curiosity. ''I can see you made something you are proud of. Can I look?''

Even though you were nervous you might have to show him at first, his gentle voice made it easier. He was genuinely curious, which made your heart jump a bit. You regained yourself and smelled the aromas of his food preparations. ''After your amazing dinner, deal?'' You smiled at him while closing the pad. He nodded. ''Deal.''

Once dinner was finished you started to get nervous again. You knew Artem would never judge you on your art, but him being the object of your latest work, you didn't know what that would do to him; he never liked being in the spotlight. To stall your moment of reveal, you started cleaning the table and filling the dishwasher.

Fortunately for you, your boyfriend knew better than to push you in showing your work, but he needed to let you know it was okay. ''You don't have to show it, you know. I am just glad you found your vibe again.'' He smiled at you.

He guided you to the couch, gently cradling you in his arms. He turned on the tv and you were both ready to watch some unknown movie while enjoying each other's close company. Half way through the movie not only your nerves but your curiosity spiked; you actually wanted to know what Artem thought of your drawing.

Not wasting any time, you jumped off the couch and grabbed your pad. When Artem saw what you were going for, he paused the movie; a smile splayed on his lips.

You returned at his side rather quickly. ''I hope you like it.'' You opened the pad to the correct page and gave it to him. The moment Artem's eyes focused on the paper, his heart grew. It was him in that silly apron, standing by the stove while looking over his shoulder at you. The blush adorning his cheeks made the sketch even more realistic and beautiful.

The fact you drew him with such care and detail, made him fall for you even more. He put the pad on the coffee table, words lost on him. After a few seconds of silence, in which you started chewing your bottom lip in anxiety, Artem turned to you. You had no time to react, for he pulled you in his arms tightly.

''Thank you, I love it.'' He whispered. You found yourself melting in to his embrace, your nerves all but forgotten.

Vyn: His beauty mark never looked so natural.

Vyn admired certain types of art, especially sculptures.

He didn't dedicate much time to visit exhibits, but when you came around, he was more than happy to accompany you.

Whenever Vyn noticed you were in an artsy mood, he would put on classical music.

He realised very early on in your relationship that the music made you relax, while putting your time and effort in your artwork.

Sunday afternoons were reserved for leisure. Sitting in the garden sipping tea, or lounging in the living room with a book. It was time for both of you to destress, enjoy time together and energize for the coming week.

This Sunday Vyn invited you into the garden, a floral tea set ready next to his garden materials. Vyn felt you were in your art mood again, so he made preparations for you to occupy the lounge set while he gave some much needed attention to his flowers.

''My love, I apologise, it seems my flowers need urgent tending. Please forgive me.'' He lowered his head when both of you entered his garden.

''Don't worry Vyn, I like spending time together, even if it's doing different things.'' Your warm smile made his heart skip a beat. Your ability to see the beauty in his missteps made him let go of his worries once again.

''Thank you, love. Then please indulge me.'' He motioned to the new sketchbook and pencils, placed neatly on the table. Surprise written on your face, you let out a small gasp. Before you could mutter random words, Vyn speaks. ''I noticed you ran out of paper yesterday, while you were in your art vibe, as you like to call it.'' He took a deep breath before continuing. ''It pained me to see you weren't able to continue, and thus I made it my mission to give you more art time, with the proper tools. ''

Your voice was barely a whisper, your heart tugged at the utter sweet gesture. ''Thank you, Vyn.'' The only thing you could think of was getting a closer look at your new supplies. After giving Vyn a chaste kiss on his cheek, you bounced up to the table and took a seat behind it. Your eyes were gleaming the moment you ran your fingertips over the book's cover.

Recovering from your burst of intimacy, Vyn approached you. ''This must mean you like it?'' He asked. Vyn knew you did, but he was always hesitant when it came to your art and your dedication to it. He never wanted to push you, or buy the wrong supplies, you were more than sufficient in that yourself. ''I love it.'' You reply.

''Then let me leave you to it. '' He smiled, his golden eyes smouldering in the afternoon sun. He returned your kiss with one of his own on your forehead and turned on the remote music box. Notes of Beethoven filled the garden, cascading both of you in the relaxed atmosphere you always find yourself in with this kind of music.

While Vyn prepared himself with his gloves and other materials, you cautiously opened the sketchbook, deciding on which pencil to use. The truth was, your ‘artsy vibe’ was long gone after last night's running out of paper. You didn't have the heart to tell Vyn, even though you had a feeling he knew already. That man could see right through you, and you expected nothing less from the greatest psychiatrist of Stellis.

Looking at your boyfriend on his knees next to the blooming rosebushes, your vibe started to return to you. Before this day you never wanted to draw him, your sketch wouldn't be as beautiful as the man himself. But seeing him humbly tending to his precious flowers, your pencil holding hand started gliding over the paper without a second thought.

The afternoon went by quietly, until the last rays of the sun dimmed and the only light came from the moon. A cold breeze shook you out of your trance, and you decided it was time to go inside and prepare dinner. You notified Vyn, and he agreed.

''May I see it now?'' Curiosity got the best of him. ''After you wash up.'' you scolded him, and gently pushed him towards the kitchen sink. By the time he cleaned his hands and arms, you placed the book on the table, ready for him to see. When he turned around and gazed at the paper, a version of himself greeted him warmly.

''It's...'' Vyn rarely found himself lost for words, but the sketch was beyond beautiful. He noted the beauty mark on his collar did not get lost in your observation. The way you portrayed him felt pure and natural; it made him smile tenderly.

Regaining his composure, he walked over to your side of the table. His arms wrapped around your waist for a tight embrace. ''It is very beautiful. Thank you, my love.''

I hope you all like it! on to the next ask.

See you in the next drabble!

Love, Hann ❤

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diodellet · 1 year

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3 sets of unfinished tot hcs

super long post under the cut, unfinished++drafty writing, i probably won't be able to continue them (esp since i stopped playing tot since early 2022) but i think its better to put them out here instead of letting them rot in my folders... anyway 👁️hellow tears of themisers my biases are luke and vyn... for obv reasons content warnings: sfw (references to canon compliant violence), mildly unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine

how they would react to getting a 3 AM call after you wake up from a nightmare

I think i abandoned this bcs i couldn't figure out how to write dialogue for marius. saddening, bcs vyn is tied with luke for my most fave but i cudnt think of anything for him. (or my brain just kept telling me the psychology man would be zznking the entire time lmao)

Luke Pearce

Is definitely a light sleeper, will wake up once you ring him.

First emotion is panic, you sound disoriented and groggy at the same time. Were you okay?

He's already out of his bed and rummaging through his closet to find a jacket to throw on so he could head to your place—

But then he hears your voice rise to a distressed, frantic note and he stops in his tracks.

Now his heart wrenched painfully when you told him about what happened in your dream. Car accident. Fuck, he felt helpless and useless where he was standing, guilty that he couldn't be there and comfort you in person.

He tries telling you wholeheartedly that he wouldn’t put himself in anger,, that he’s perfectly fine where he is (he’s at home, there’s no danger, no there aren’t any cars nearby—)

He recounts childhood memories (the good ones) until you get lulled to sleep

(When living together)

The moment he feels you jerk roughly in your sleep, he’s already shaking you awake.

He’s still torn up by guilt even in this scenario as he gathers you in his arms.

Expect long, warm hugs in comfortable silence (mans is built like a living furnace)

He would try lulling you back to sleep by singing softly to you.

He doesn’t sleep until you’ve slept (It’s a battle of endurance that you lose more often than not sadly.)

Tbh, we already have Peaceful Place’s story… so… you know… that's already the closest we'll get to this scenario in canon.

Artem Wing

Was probably busy catching up on paperwork again (what a workaholic) when he got several frantic messages from you in a row.

Before he could reply confirming that he was alright, his phone starts buzzing and your caller I.D appears onscreen.

Is he worried because of the caffeine in his system or because of a deeper place of concern for you? because this is way closer than just work colleagues.

You sound like you were in the middle of a crying episode, soft hiccups would interrupt your words and Mr. Awkward Wing is sort of at a loss for what to immediately do.

Definitely the type to ask you to drink a glass of water first. You don’t (adamantly) want to drop the call, so he hears you try and fail to make small talk as you pour yourself some water.

He feels a bit more responsible since he brought you into NXX.

He tries broaching the subject of what the nightmare was about (A break-in that turned ugly and you weren’t aware of it until you got a call from Celestine.)

He’s the type to say there’s no way that anyone would break into the law firm. It's so Artem that he would end up spinning this into a kind of defense but what can he say? This is what he's used to. The attempt at normalcy works better than expected.

(When living together)

He’s already awake, working on his laptop when he sees you shifting and turning in bed.

Nearly jumps out of his skin when you bolt upright, but immediately goes to your side. He’s telling you that you’re alright

His voice is as steady as it always is, but the shake in his hands betrays the worry that’s building inside of him.

You’re chiding yourself for being so childish and he’s over here comforting you like “my love, excuse the language but what the fuck?? That’s?? Not true???”

He’s never really thought about it, but how was he supposed to feel in this situation? As your work partner and now as your s/o, your (unconscious) worry was something that could happen in reality if they weren’t careful.

So, to get your mind off of it, the both of you put on a movie. Partway through, the tension melts from you. You snuggle up to him, close your eyes for just a bit—

After the movie, he turns to find you sleeping soundly against his shoulder.

Marius von Hagen

Not gonna lie, mans was excited when he saw your notif. When you tell him about your dream, he starts going through the full spectrum of emotions, before ending at worry.

But, don't fear, he copes with humor and teasing (he can ignore that building worry just for you!)

Which can go two ways:

a) you "get mad at him," then you laugh, then forget about the nightmare entirely or

b) you laugh, tell him off with no bite in your words, and then sink into an even worrying kind of silence

As much as possible he doesn't want Option B happening but it does.

busker!reader au

lmao looking back on this vyn was also the reason i stopped writing this 😭hes so hard to write... so eloquent and articulate😭(++at the same time dealing wid a combination of gacha salt and wanting to avoid spoilers for electrifying night) but i also think the worldbuilding and mild canon divergence (while still being canon compliant?? damn dio what were u trying to do🥴🥴) also ended up contributing to the not-writing.

Prologue: You and Your Music

Usual instruments: Keyboard, melodica, and acoustic guitar.

It used to be something you did as a means to earn some extra money while you were job-hunting. It was hard the first time, seeing everyone walk past you without a care in the world. But then again, if you had any old recordings of your first busking attempts, you would probably cringe at how off-beat your playing was.

But you stuck to it, you found that playing music out in public was a way for you to keep yourself out of bed when you were met with rejection emails. It was a way for you to make something more out of music as just a hobby.

You played whatever you liked. A song that you couldn’t get out of your head from that week, an old song you used to jam to in your highschool days, the occasional original song, anything goes.

You were one of those kids who took piano lessons when they were younger. There was a certain degree of love-hate you felt for the instrument, but that had mostly faded away once you reached adulthood. Now, you were trying to reconnect with an old childhood thing, albeit with much clumsiness.

Why not take up gigs at bars or clubs or open mic nights? Well, that was mostly due to ✨trauma✨ and… you didn’t really like it when someone (or an audience) paid close attention to what you were doing. It was distracting and it made you fumble, badly. There was a term for that… ‘performance anxiety,’ was it? You didn’t dwell on it too much.

Of course, you tried not to overtake other buskers in the area whenever they appeared. There was a time where a situation (that could’ve been resolved peacefully) turned ugly, you started hiding your identity by wearing a mask and a cap. Sure, there were people who could recognize your instruments, but as long as they didn’t have a face to tie it to, it was all good, right?

Luke Pearce

It happened all too quickly, someone went up to you after you finished your song and asked for an autograph. You tried politely declining, but they insisted. Really insisted. Try as you might, you couldn’t help but give in to their request.

And as you turned to sign the paper, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a second figure rushing by and snatching handfuls of bills from within your guitar case then sprinting away.

Before you could give chase, the person who asked you for your autograph shoved you to the ground and took off running after them. This was a setup, your mind pieced together. Those little shits—

Up ahead, Luke was returning from a quick grocery run (restocking Peanut’s food, and he couldn’t help himself from getting some treats as well. Peanut deserves the best). He overheard two figures (loudly) counting their money. He didn’t think much of it, didn’t slow down, and just continued on his way back to Time’s Antiquities.

It would’ve been a quick trip. That was, until he heard a third voice confronting those two.

“Are you accusing my friend of stealing?” One of them stepped closer to you, sizing you up and hoping to intimidate you with a leer.

You weren’t scared, or well, it didn’t show in your voice. “I saw you with my own two eyes. Give my money back or I’ll report you to the police!”

(*Insert Debate Start sfx*)

To be fair, the confrontation was growing noisy(er) at this point. You, growing more frustrated despite being winded from the chase, and the thieves, vehemently denying that they did it. The moment they started threatening violence, Luke felt he had to step in. But before he could—

“Tch, should’ve stuck to YouTube, they didn’t even earn that much,” they spat at you before throwing the wad of cash at you and leaving. Sighing to yourself, you moved to pick up the money.

“Let me help,” Luke offered. You didn’t reply, too caught up with the thieves’ parting words. You weren’t doing this solely for money, but at the same time, their last words kinda stung. What did they know about you?

“Thanks. Sorry. Um… I’ll go.” Gesturing a thumb behind you, you explained, “I left my guitar behind. Gotta get it before someone else decides to steal that too, haha…”

His question catches the both of you offguard. “Do I know you?”

“Um…” There’s a myriad of emotions and thoughts swirling behind your eyes. It took you a moment to recognize him, but it was unmistakably your old childhood friend.

Luke couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something familiar about your voice. There was something definitely familiar in how you didn’t back down in the face of possible danger. He hadn’t seen his childhood friend in years, he was probably projecting onto you, some…stranger.

Artem Wing

Today seemed to be no good either, you were approached by someone claiming to be a manager for some “well-known” record label and that they wanted to hire you for.

You knew that the contract they were waving at you was glorified pages of bullshit, but they weren’t taking ‘no’ for an answer. The better part of you was slowly giving way to annoyance (*First bars of Debate Start sfx starts playing—*)

Vyn Richter

Another coincidence-type of event happening… this time, you found yourself being asked to fill in for another band’s gig.

You didn't expect that you would see Vyn there as well. In a completely different kind of getup.

At first he thought that you were nervous to be performing, but as you were tuning your instruments to do some last-minute practice he realizes that you're nervous because of him.

Definitely pieces together your identity way earlier than the others.

Marius von Hagen

I couldn't think of anything for him. Tbh i could only keep thinking of this song. There's something so interesting about his idealism that he fits perfectly in the role of an eager, clumsy, blossoming singer-songwriter who gets taken under the wing of a burnt-out and uninspired songwriter but sadly ends up becoming envied by)

pov: you get isekai'd into tears of themis but the writer couldn't be bothered to write a coherent narrative

the title is pretty self-explanatory. i think i wrote this in the middle of finals week while also juggling some wacky mental-emotional business. a lot of it is internal thoughts and rambling, but the writing isn't...super bad. just a lil cringe 🤧🤧 but yeah i think there's some lines of value in there... i like reckoning with not being the main character but also having Some desire for MC-moments.

#dellet-writings #interactions and reactions are fine🙆🙆#but please don't ask me to continue these #tears of themis headcanons #tears of themis #tot

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