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selineram3421 · 10 months

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Falling Snow Art🌨

Updated when more fanfic art is provided by my friend and also when there is fan art.

Cover Art~🌨

Cover Art (Ao3 version)

✴ extra bits

Layers

Cover Art Idea Doodle

Doodles~🥀

Outfits

Falling Snow Doodles (#1)

Falling Snow Doodles #2

Falling Snow Doodle

Falling Snow Doodles #3 and #4

Practice Doodles!

Falling Snow Doodles #5

Falling Snow Doodles #6

FS Anime AU Doodle

Fan Art~❄

Please check the Fanart section on my pinned post before sending in any art.

Animation by my friend

I hope you all enjoy this little gallery.

~Seline, the person.

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shinyangelhalo · 2 months

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lil fanart of what I imagined the characters in fortisfilia's amazing Tom x reader ff "Promised" book 1 (au Tom grows up with his grandfather and uncle)

Not sure if there was any clear appearance descriptions on Camille (blonde) or Benjamin (redhead), so correct me if im wrong! I also dunno if the reader was meant to be placed in slytherin (I think it was a house flexible character??) but I made her a hufflepuff cause I am one, and Tom as ... yk Tom

Btw the author did an amazing job on this ff!! The relationship growths and how Tom grows to have new friends are heartwarming and I just loved this gang✨️✨️✨️Go check the series out, leave kudos and comments!!

#tom riddle #harry potter #harry potter fanart #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle fanart #fanart #illustration #artists on tumblr #digital art #my art #not my ocs but the brunette is #a03 fanfic #i do be simpin #I would use photoshop but I don't wanna drag my tablet and cables around #Besides the picture editor in Samsung gallery is right on my phone #art #witchblr

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nightdrawz · 5 months

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Not sure if you read fanfiction, but there is also a fanfic on ao3 called Endearing that is Blue/Yellow. Its very cute, and if you end up liking it, then the author has 2 more Blue/Yellow ones posted on their account. I'd love to see your interpretation of any of the scenes in the fics. ⭐ https://archiveofourown.org/works/49479862 <- link to the fic

“Would it be wrong to say endearing?”

This is the only old art request i kept because i couldn’t get myself delete it (T_T)

I love it too much

Actually read the fanfic before they requested

And the other 2 fanfics ofc

#i had 2 sketches back when they first requested but never finished them so now they’re just rotting in my gallery #sadly only one small scene #actually wanted to add their human design into it but struggled bc I didn’t had any designs for them so i gave up #oh lookie its donnies fic #inlove with ur fics mwua #idk why but blues shading is kinda muddy :L #yellow x blue #donnietheterrapin #alan becker #animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft #ava fanart #avm fanart #fanfic #art #artists on tumblr #my art #nightdrawz #art requests

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bornspellcaster · 1 year

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The illustration for my next chapter of Little Firefly (and why the next chapter is taking so long, because I plan to put this in it lmao)

Every chapter is going to have an illustration, like a graphic novel. I don’t think they’ll all be this detailed though (because this took five days)

#toh #the owl house #luz #philip wittebane #the collector #toh fanfic #the owl house fanfic #(murals on the wall | gallery)#(verse | little firefly)#(my art)#just realized this is a spoiler for the next chapter but whatev #I can't help myself #youll just have to wait for context

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pplayz · 1 year

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A fake storybook page from my Welcome Home fanfic? They're very silly. 💕

Neighbour, I Forgot to Introduce Myself! - @pplayz

Welcome Home - @/partycoffin

✦Stay safe, stay patient, stay strong, stay... Determined, pinksterz!💕

#welcome home arg #welcome home #welcome home wally #welcome home julie #wally darling #julie joyful #fake storybook page #story #fanfic #ao3 #julie x wally #apple pie #art #illustration #digital art #TPC Art Gallery #Neighbour I Forgot to Introduce Myself!

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pplayz2 · 1 year

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Why Not? Now on AO3.

For Wattpad version link, click here.

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Being aboard and sailing away on the Frans ship? Why not?

Sans being a good guy, a prince, or even a human? Why not?

Frisk suffering, genocidal, or just plain nice? Why not?

There are a lot of possibilities in writing your favorite ship that I just have to gather all in just one book, because... why not?

Why Not, is a Frans collection of oneshot short stories, all written by (probably) your favorite author, moi. Unlike other oneshot books, you read this with a twist. Hope ya enjoy!

⚠️Disclaimer: Like I said, Frans, so if ya don't ship 'em, I'm not stopping ya to read it. Maybe ya'll change your mind, but I don't guarantee that ya'd change course, so beware!

A/n: I'm gonna stop posting reaaaally long text here in this blogxD btw—Why Not? shoulda long been finished after Love is Perfect (which wasn't published on Wattpad yet). Also, keep in mind that I'm transferring the oneshots little by little, so forgive me if the AO3 series work only had a few of the compiled stories for now.

PS: that "read it with a twist" is only applicable on Wattpad

✦Stay safe, stay patient, stay strong, stay... Determined, pinksterz!💕

#why not?#frans #sarisk #undertale #frisk x sans #tpc art gallery #sans x frisk #srisk #undertale au #undertale frans #adult frans #oneshot #ao3 #book cover #fanfic #fic #story compilation

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minnielynwrites · 9 months

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Pearl Tree

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2391

Summary: You and Hyunjin had been best friends forever. You could deal with little pangs of jealousy when he paid attention to other people. So why did it bother you so much at his gallery opening?

Underneath the pearl tree, things begin to change forever.

Cross-posted on ao3 as old_enough_to_know_better

You sighed as you set down the last frame. Pushing your hair out of your face, you looked around yourself. The work definitely still wasn’t over, but at least you had everything inside. Frames were stacked against walls, side tables haphazardly placed, even a couch or two had been dragged in. You decided to wait for your best friend to get back with the coffees before putting everything in its final positions. This was, after all, his gallery.

Hyunjin found you sprawled on one of the couches when he finally returned, two enormous caffeinated beverages in his hands. He set them down on the counter by the front entrance, resting one hand on his hip. “Hey! I thought I told you we would do the rest together!”

You shrugged. “It’s not like they were heavy.” You made grabby hands at the drinks. “Please!”

He rolled his eyes, giving in to a smile. He handed over your coffee, then looked around the room. “It’s gonna look amazing once my paintings are up.”

You smiled softly at his back. “Your paintings would make anywhere look amazing.” He turned to flash you a dazzling smile, and you were once again blown away by his dashing good looks.

“This is why I keep you around. You’re the best hype girl.” Another crack to your heart. Every time he reminded you that you were only friends, it hurt just a little more. But that’s what you were. Just friends. Even though he was the most attractive person you had ever seen. And talented. And you had so many of the same hobbies and interests. And even his dog liked you. But nope. Friends. And that was okay. You were over your little crush. Mostly.

But as he was helping you to hang up a particularly tall portrait, you couldn’t help but think you felt his heart racing as he pressed against your back.

His gallery opened exactly one week later. The city had been buzzing about “local artist Hwang Hyunjin” for months now, so it was packed inside the gallery. He had hired an assistant to help with sales, and tonight was the first time you had met her. Damn it, she was cute. Real sexy librarian type, messy French updo, glasses, and a pencil skirt. You bet she knew way more about contemporary art than you did.

You found the nearest bar cart and helped yourself to the champagne. You heard Hyunjin’s laugh change from his polite one to his real one. Looking up, you saw him talking to his assistant. You downed the champagne and grabbed another.

As the night wound down, you found your mood growing worse and worse. You knew that this was a happy night for Hyunjin, and you didn’t want to sour it with your pettiness, so you decided to take a quick walk to clear your head. As you left the building, you looked for your best friend one more time. You caught his eye briefly, then slipped out the door.

The night was chilly, and you were glad you had thought to bring a blazer. You draped it over your shoulders, but didn’t put your arms through the sleeves as you walked. Just down the street from the gallery, down a path from the road, you found a public garden. In the center of the garden, a beautiful tree was lit with strings of dangling lights. Not Christmas lights, these looked like illuminated strands of pearls, lighting the benches beneath the tree in a soft glow.

You sat on one of the benches, needing the solitude to clear your mind. You couldn’t have been there more than five minutes when the crunch of a shoe on gravel caught your attention. You saw the outline of a lean figure approach from the shadows. You hugged your arms tightly around yourself until the person stepped forward under the tree. Hyunjin’s worried eyes met your slightly panicked ones.

“Why did you leave?” He asked. He kept walking forward until he was in front of you.

“I just needed some air.” You explained vaguely. He shifted his weight, unconvinced. “I was bored?” Hyunjin crossed his arms. “Fine. You didn’t need me there.” You looked away as you admitted that.

Hyunjin dropped his arms, crouching before you. You looked at him, and he was already staring at you. “I always need you. You know that.” You blinked. You almost believed him.

“Sure.” You nodded. “I know.” You moved to stand up, but he grabbed your hand.

“I don’t think you do.”

“Hyunjin, what-?”

He stood up to his full height, forcing you to look up to see his eyes. His dark hair was haloed around his face, the front strands held back by a satin ribbon, the rest just brushing his shoulders. He looked like an angel. Your heart hurt.

He held your shoulders in his large hands and just looked at you for a moment. “Were you jealous?” He finally asked with a small smile.

You attempted to shake off his hands. “That’s absolutely absurd.”

He had the nerve to chuckle. “You were jealous because other people had my attention.” He leaned his face close to yours. “Don’t worry, dove. I think it’s cute.” He booped the tip of your nose with his finger while his eyes crinkled in an especially charming way.

“Jinnie, don’t play games with me.” You scolded. “I’m not jeal-”

“I was.” He interrupted. At your wide-eyed look, he continued. “I was jealous of everyone who looked your way. Of everyone who got to talk to you tonight. Do you even know how good you look?”

You looked away, down at the ground.

“No, of course you don’t. Come back. Sonia was just about to start getting everyone to leave. There’s something I want to show you.”

He held out his hand for you, and hesitantly you took it. As promised, when you got back to the gallery, his assistant was waving goodbye to the last guests of the night. “Have a good night, Mr. Hwang!” She cheerily said as she passed the two of you in the entryway. “I’ll email you the sales results in the morning.” Hyunjin waved her out as he pulled you deeper into the room. Tossing his coat onto one of the side tables, Hyunjin led you to a set-in enclave that had a divider in front of it.

He looked at you before moving the divider. You held your breath. Behind it was one large frame covered by a cloth. You wondered why this one hadn’t been displayed. “I can’t sell this one.” He explained. “It’s too important to me.” He searched your eyes for a moment before turning back to the painting. With a swift tug, the cloth fell away.

Stroke by painstaking stroke, you looked at yourself painted on the canvas. You barely recognized yourself, yet somehow, you knew it was you. You looked from the artwork to the artist, and realized he was anticipating your response. “Its–it’s gorgeous, Jinnie, but why? Why me?”

“You’re my muse, dove. The reason I create. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but I wanted to be successful first. Well, I finally am.” You noticed he looked slightly nervous, picking at his cuticles.

“Jin. You, you like me? But, you could have anyone. You’re amazing. You’re perfect. You’re seriously the most attractive person on the mmpffh. ” He shut you up by leaning down quickly to capture your lips mid rant. You froze for a second, but soon relaxed against his petal soft lips. He was gentle, but firm. You caved at the pressure, allowing him to take control. When you parted, you stared at each other, chests heaving. No words were spoken.

At the same time, like a spell being broken, you both began tearing at the other’s clothes. He pushed your blazer to the ground as you fumbled with his shirt buttons. You undid his belt as he wrapped his long arms around you to unzip your dress. You both laughed as you lost your balance stepping out of your clothes. When you were in just your underwear, he guided you over to the same couch you had relaxed on just a week prior, kissing you the entire way. Pushing you down onto the couch, Hyunjin remained standing.

“God, dove, you are a work of art. I’ve wanted this since we met.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” You pouted.

He caressed the side of your face. “I knew it wasn’t going to be a hit it and quit it. I needed to wait it out.”

You took a deep breath. “I want this. I want whatever you’ll give me. For as long as you’ll give it to me.”

That seemed to be all he needed as he nudged his way to standing between your legs. He stood over you, reaching down and running the tips of his fingers along your chest and arms. Occasionally, he would dip below the cups of your bra, causing you to shiver. Each time, he smirked. “Do you want more?”

“Yes.” You murmured.

“I didn’t catch that.”

“Yes!” You gasped out louder.

“Good girl.” Bending over, he took the weight of your breasts in his hands. He squeezed gently, as if testing them. He grinned, leaning in to kiss the side of your neck, at the same time unhooking your bra behind your back. It came undone in one smooth motion. He guided you to lay sideways on the couch, positioning himself over you. Your bra was flung onto the floor to be dealt with later.

Hyunjin slowly ground his hips down against you, and you could feel how much he wanted you. He was rock hard, pressing up against your thigh. He reached down, pulling his underwear over the curve of his ass, letting his cock spring free. It bounced and hit you in the leg. You didn’t think you had ever found anything more arousing. He sat back on his heels, tugging down your panties as he went. You shimmied to help him as they went down.

When you were both naked, you really took a look at him. He was stunning. Long and lean, arms strong, tummy toned, legs wiry with muscle. And his cock, oh that was the crown jewel. It was tall, like him, but unlike him, was not thin. He was thick, veiny, and slightly curved, weighing heavy between his legs. From thin air, Hyunjin produced a condom and began rolling it on.

Once he was finished, he returned his attention to your breasts, rolling each nipple in turn until you were squirming. One hand stayed firmly pressed against your lower stomach, just above your clit, as he massaged your tits with the other. You weren’t sure what to do with your hands. They didn’t reach him, so you held onto the armrest of the couch until he finally moved his lower hand and rubbed against your most sensitive nub.

“Holy shit!” You cried out, wrapping your legs around his waist. He grinned as he flicked at it with his finger. His artist’s dexterity really came into play, as he worked you in ways you had never experienced. He brought you right to the edge of your release, then pulled back, watching your face twist in frustration as your climax retreated. The next moment, his hand was back, dragging you over the cliff, taking you completely by surprise. You cried out, unable to keep quiet.

As Hyunjin carried you through your orgasm, his cock never wavered. When your heart and breathing had settled some, he was there, and prompted, “My sweet dove, can you take more?”

“Yes, please.” You nearly begged. “Fuck me, Hyunjin. I need you.”

He slid inside of you, seating himself to the hilt in a single stroke, aided by the wetness of your release. You gasped, unable to recall having been so full. He gave you a few seconds to adjust before beginning to move. His hips rolled smoothly as he built up a rhythm designed to drive you wild. Your hand flew to his hair, gripping at the strands. Without ever pausing his hips, he reached up to grab your hand, then pinned it down over your head.

“Not unless you want this to be over.” Hyunjin growled. He thrust into you a little bit harder to make his point.

You nodded, and he hiked your legs up higher, changing the angle he was hitting you at. You threw your head back, and he licked his way up the side of your neck, kissing and suckling beneath your ear. You lightly dragged your nails across his back, and you felt him tense. His rhythm shifted, his strokes shorter, harder, but every inch just what you needed. Again, you began to approach your release. Hyunjin seemed to realize this, and fucked you harder, using his hips in ways you had never seen before.

As you teetered on the edge, you forgot what he had told you, and grounded yourself with your hands in his hair. The silky strands slipped free from the ribbon, falling in front of his face. As he kept driving into you, you pulled on his hair. He groaned loudly, pounding into you, grinding his hips with every thrust. You were thrown over, free falling, weightless. Stars flew in your vision. Your body milked Hyunjin dry as you relaxed your hold on his hair.

He pressed soft kisses to your cheek as you came back down to earth. “You were so good, dove. So good.” He gently pulled out of you and padded away, nude, only to come back a moment later with a soft cloth dampened with warm water. He wiped down the insides of your legs, pressing kisses where he cleaned. The cracks in your heart felt a little less painful.

The two of you redressed in comfortable silence. When you were finished, you took another look at the portrait of yourself that had shocked you earlier. “Does this one have a name?”

“Hmm? Oh, no, nothing felt right.”

You faked a moment in thought before turning to him. “How about ‘My Girlfriend’ ?”

Hyunjin looked confused for a second, then his face lit up. He rushed to you and swept you in his arms. “I think that sounds perfect.”

#skz #skz smut #skz x reader #stray kids #hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #alternate universe #art gallery #fan fiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

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selineram3421 · 10 months

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As Pure As Snow Art❄

Updated everytime there is more art.

Cover Art~❄

Cover Art (Ao3 version)

✴ extra bits

Cover Art Sketch

Doodles (Dd) /Digital (D)~🌹

Y/n, Snow (Dd)

Dolls (Dd)

Flowers (Dd)

Fight Scene Art (D)

Flustered Snow (Dd)

Kyle (Dd)_____Kyle (D)

Star-ling (D)

Mike and Eva (D)

Elliot (D)

Ice Barrier (D)

Quotev Reader OC (D)

Warning! ⚠ art below has blood ⚠

Blood Warning (D and Dd)

Fan Art~🌨

Please check the Fanart section on my pinned post before sending in any art.

Fanart 1

Fanart 1 Animation

Fanart 2!

Royalty AU Fanart!

Fanart 3

Enjoy this little gallery.

~Seline, the person.

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swagging-back-to · 3 months

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people wonder why artists are leaving the site in droves and abandoning their accounts meanwhile most FANDOM art barely gets 5 likes in two days. barely gets 2 reblogs in the span of half a year.

and im not even gonna TOUCH on what it's like for oc art (which gets no interaction. at all. ever. oops I just touched on it.)

why the fuck would people keep feeding ai companies when absolutely no one is supporting them? when absolutely no one cares about their art? when no one even spares it a second glance? why would tey go through the trouble of glazing and nightshading everything when it gets NO INTERACTION AT ALL. When it's going to rot in the tags buried under hundreds of other ignored pieces of art. when ai generated photos get dozens of reblogs and likes in the first hour.

you people wonder why artists are leaving? You. you are the reason.

#bc if people had actual interaction they would choose to stay DESPITE the ai.#they would have a reason to stay #notice how the only ones staying are super huge artists with thousands of followers and who get hundreds of reblogs every day #every small artist is leaving because you people NEVER SUPPORT THEM #anti ai #fuck ai #artists against ai #ai art is not art #support artists #likes are useless #if you want artists to stay actually reblog their art #maybe leave a comment on it.#same with fanfics.#because otherwise whats actually the point?#im not even the type of person who cares about internet validation #look at most of my posts. most of them have 0 notes at all.#but what the hell is the point of posting your art to a place that steals it if literally no one is going to look at it?#i could leave it in my phones gallery; not have it be stolen; AND get the SAME AMOUNT OF INTERACTION as i would if i posted it #make art for yourself and only for yourself bestie

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lori-09 · 8 months

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Regulus Black - Art Galleries and Champagne

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Regulus Arcturus Black, heir of the Black family throne and fortune and a huge art enthusiast. Tonight, this art enthusiast was getting ready for a night at an esteemed art gallery. They had paintings from all over the world on showcase, and he couldn't be happier about it. He was dressed in his finest clothing. A nice light green button-up shirt that made his eye color pop in just the right way. On top of his button-up lay a black suit coat that fit him in just the right way – made him look sharper and yet more rounded at the same time. His shoes were nice dress shoes with a bit of a heel, to make him just slightly taller. Accessories were what made the most of his outfit, shiny silver rings on almost every finger, several of them in the shape of snakes.

Currently, he sat in front of the mirror as close as he possibly could be, applying the slightest bit of makeup, so little that his parents couldn't tell, but enough to make a good difference. Just a little black around his eyes, and a few coverups – not that he needed it, he was a handsome man to say the least. He was incredibly sharp, jaw and cheekbones shaped in a way that would make girls squeal just by seeing him. Aside from that, his eyes were a green-gray color that perfectly complimented his dark black hair. His hair was slightly curly, generally more wavy, but it had a light shine that showed off its softness. He wasn't necessarily tall, but he wasn't short, although he definitely looked tall.

He had finished his makeup, and was making his way downstairs and out to the family car – which undoubtedly is one of many. Regulus made himself comfortable in the back seat next to his mother, Walburga, which was definitely a hard thing to do. She was a stern woman, she didn't take any nonsense and would surely have you locked in a room if you disobeyed her. But other than that, she was a nice mother, she at least cared for Regulus. His father, Orion, entered the car next, taking his seat in the front next to the driver. The car ride was silent, as always.

The art gallery was huge, Regulus was sure they’d have paintings that he’d never even seen before. Many other noble families lined up their cars to be taken by valet or to let their drivers park. He hated that. That he’d have to share these paintings with someone else, with people who didn’t even care about the art of the paintings. They only cared about how expensive they were, what historical figures they displayed. They weren’t like Regulus.

Regulus liked paintings like these because it was a window, a window of paint into a time that was otherwise forgotten. He could see the lives and deaths of those who came before him. He could see how they loved, how they cried, it was fascinating in every way. Each painting told a different story, each one could tell him something else. In his mind, no one saw that but him, he was the only one who could appreciate things like this.

As soon as he stepped into the art gallery he felt so alive. It was quiet but bustling with people, waiters walking around with platters of champagne and various small hors d'oeuvres. Everyone was dressed in black and white, glittering dresses and fancy tuxedos. The lights were slightly warm, and they set a mood that couldn't be replicated anywhere else. At least he could thank his parents for being able to see such great wonders as this.

He made his way down the hallways of paintings after paintings, absolutely mesmerized by one after the other. He stopped, just before the end of the hallway, where a woman stood. She was dressed in a white dress that he recognized from the Madame Pierre. She stood, legs crossed staring at a painting. She had a glass of shiny, glittery champagne in her hand that she swirled around over and over again as her eyes never wavered from the painting in front of her.

He stepped closer, standing right next to her. He saw the way she smiled softly at the painting and took a sip of her shining champagne. He looked up at the painting, it was An Offering by Sir Frank. His eyes find his way back to her, watching her expressions and her fingers tracing the top of her glass.

Her eyes finally broke from the painting, meeting Regulus's briefly before wandering over his figure. She took in his sharp features, scanning him over. "He's the real art," She thought, "The Fallen Angel, The Day Dream," Yes the day dream, he was a dream, he couldn't possibly be real.

His eyes stared back at her through his curls. Regulus could imagine countless futures with a woman like her. He could imagine spending his whole life with her, or maybe just a summer. But however much time he has with her, he's sure it will never be enough. His mind was racing, thousands of impulsive thoughts nagging at him, telling him to make some sort of move.

He grabbed her champagne – taking a quick drink, the citrus taste filling his mouth. He swirled the drink around just like she had done, mesmerized by the shine and the bubbles. His eyes fell back on her, she had a huge smile as she snatched back the drink. He chuckled lightly, a tinge of pink brushing his cheeks. She laughed and took a big drink of the champagne and set the empty glass mindlessly on the nearest table.

"You're the Black heir aren't you?" She asked.

"Yep that's me,"

"Regulus Black just stole and drank my champagne, I'm honestly honored."

"Don't be, it was a very impulsive decision."

She laughed again. "God," He thought, "Her smile is so bright," So bright, yes quite unlike him. In his eyes he was exactly the opposite of everything she seemed to be, he was dark and rude and extremely bad at everything. But she – she seemed so bright and kind and like she'd be good at anything she tried. He had found out that love at first sight is real.

"What's your favorite painting here?" She asked him. It took him no time at all to answer, he had studied this gallery thoroughly, and it housed one of his favorite paintings.

"Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky, Gathering Storm,"

"I didn't understand half of the words you said but take me to it,"

He smiled again – he thought maybe this was the most he'd ever smiled before. Regulus walked her over to the painting happily, no one had ever asked what his favorite was, not once.

"It's beautiful," She muttered.

"It never fails to amaze me just how calm a raging storm can look," He mumbles, twisting his rings around his fingers. She looks at him – his eyes glued to the painting.

“It reminds me that no matter how things may seem on the outside, it’s always different on the inside,” He mutters. He shakes his head, and smiles softly, "Sorry,"

Their eyes met again, Regulus taking a step closer. He took her hand, his thumb brushing over her cold rose gold rings. He brought her hand up to his lips, a soft kiss placed on the back of hand.

"I know we've just met and this isn't like me but there's something special about you." He spoke against her hand. She stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his. He let her hand go, his wandering to her face, brushing across her jaw.

"Regulus,"

"I know,"

Time seemed to disappear as a soft piano tune played throughout the gallery, echoes of voices and soft singing bouncing off the tan and gold walls. Just them two at this moment, alone, in front of Regulus’ favorite painting. It was almost like magic, like fate, like something or someone had put them together for a reason. They’d known each other for only hours – maybe minutes and yet each one could imagine entire lifetimes with one another. It felt as if it was destined – yes destiny.

Perhaps if reincarnation was real then maybe they’d known one another in a previous life, maybe they had been lovers in thousands of lifetimes before. Maybe they were brought together by some small string across thousands of miles or maybe they were written in the stars. Whatever it was, it was inescapable, no matter what had or would have happened they would have met at some point in time. Just lifetimes ago they could have been at this same gallery, at this same painting, together, alone.

Regulus moved his hands to her shoulders, taking even another step closer. His fingers traced along the lines of her upper arms, cold silver rings gliding across warm skin. He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“I think I’m craving a bit more champagne,” He laughs.

“I think I am too,”

#regulus black #regulus x reader #fanfic #art gallery au #fluff #regulus fluff #i dont know what im doing

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lucifanatart · 4 months

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Heavenly oasis. Lucifer and Chloe walk along a crystal bridge in heaven, under them there is a turquoise crystal clear lake, everywhere there are rose bushes, flower arches, butterflies flying - This is a heavenly oasis. Angels bring their chosen one here. If the choice is right,” Lucifer smiled at her, “the girl sees this place”..- And how many times have these gates been opened to your chosen ones? “Your jealousy is beautiful,” he laughed. But his voice became more serious. “You can bring your soulmate here only once, and now these gates will always open...You were a godsend to me Chloe and I wouldn't be surprised if you were here before me, it was just in another life and you don't remember it." She approached him and whispered: “I want to forget all the lives in which You were not there”...

#ai art #ai art gallery #ai generated #ai artwork #deckerstar #deckerstaredit #lucifer morningstar #ai image #lucifans #lucifer #fanfic

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pplayz · 1 year

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FLICKERtale. Now on Wattpad.

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"Flicker, flicker, the lights are out... the murderer strikes."

"And as it flicks back, the last thing you'll know, the culprit is you."

Aristocrats and their silly gambles has taken too far—beats Russian Roulette in pizzazz at some point—this is why I never join in any murder mystery plays. While they're out thinking it's all game, betting on their soiled money, honor, and life... It's the wealthy's filthiest reality. -Detective McSerif

FLICKERtale is a Flicker-inspired Undertale AU, following Forsythe Sans McSerif the infamous private investigator of high society, as he unravels the mystery behind the massacre of Snowdin Manor.

⚠️Disclaimer: Violence, murder, blood, mentions of su*cide and r*pe, death, horror, and various dark themes that may not be suitable to be read by most audiences. Reader's discretion is advised.

⚠️Also slow hint of Frans, and Chara ship complex, so if you are not comfortable in reading with these in mind, I'm not forcing you not to read it-just don't tell I didn't warn you, and respect. :)

A/n: If you guys didn't know, I have recently made an AU Story, FLICKERtale, which was only available on AO3. Now, it's finally published on my origin-platform Wattpad. I'm really excited on working on this, the writing style I infused on this one is by far, my absolute satisfaction, so check it out if you're interested, it'll make me happy to know you also will enjoy reading what I like writing (cuz I hate writing. FLICKERtale is probably the first one I have ever written with such relaxation next to Why Not? -w-)

FLICKERtale - @pplayz (me)

✦Stay safe, stay patient, stay strong, stay... Determined, pinksterz!💕

#undertale #frans #sans #frisk #sans x frisk #frisk x sans #art #book cover #FLICKERtale #mystery #book #fanfic #wattpad #tpc art gallery #forsythe!sans

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bleachbleachbleach · 11 months

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REVERSE THE BONE - PART 1

Timeline: less than 49 days after the Thousand-Year Blood War Characters: Hinamori (POV), Hitsugaya; 89 of the Gotei’s finest Word Count: 11, 800 (Part 1 of 2) // ~31k total

Summary:

A certain degree of lunacy is expected of all officers in the Gotei 13, and rumor has it Captain Hitsugaya has finally grown into his. At least, that’s the only explanation for why he’s agreed to take the East Rukongai Trash Job. ...Officially it’s called the East Rukongai Train Job. But Hinamori’s not buying it, and she is going to get to the bottom of this. Two tickets to ride on the East Rukongai Soul Train, packed to the brim with the Seireitei’s old and broken things—and a secret (or two) that is not listed on the manifest. AKA what passes for Rukongai pleasure tourism. AKA how to survive the war after the war. AKA the things you fall in love with won't be what you think.

[Read on AO3]

Written for @hitsuhina-week July 2023 | DAY 5: "I could go anywhere with you"!

NB: Please know that two versions ago, this fic was titled 'Hinamori had never seen such a mess.' While the statement is still true, Thomas the Tank Engine did not vibematch the story Hinamori ended up telling, so I had to change it. I am devastated by this.

PLEASE enjoy the train ticket. After the Atrocieties of an earlier version of this fic I was like, "Well, I can't not write it. I made tickets!" and that is essentially why I kept trying to write this fic. I love the tickets.

#hitsuhina week 2023 #soul train #hinamori momo #momo hinamori #hitsugaya toushirou #toushirou hitsugaya #hitsuhina #bleach fanfic #when i was reading over this i realized HH could tell matsumoto that they #ate french haute cuisine #went to an art gallery #bought ceramics at a street fair #bathed at a hot spring #AND went to the beach #and it would ALL BE FACTUAL while still being the least accurate possible description of how the trip went #no brain just bleach

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rockstarlwt28 · 1 year

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Art Isn’t Paint, It’s Love

Teen and Up | Fluff | Larry | Completed | 1.9K

Louis and Harry are on their first valentine's date together as a couple. Yet, little does art enthusiast Harry know that Louis has entered a prize draw to win a painting at the art exhibition. It just so happens that he falls head over heels in love with the painting and more in love with Louis than ever before.

Happy Valentine’s Weekend!

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