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alfhildr-the-word-weaver · 2 years

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You know, I'm the kind of person with like 80+ ongoing projects at any given time, and I rarely ever post things on here about them because I'm always waiting until they're finished and trying to get things perfect first and then I wind up never posting them. But I have to remind myself there's no law against showing off WIPs, and in fact, that's actually like a normal thing to do on tumblr. So, I thought I'd show off my progress so far on my Danger Days phone case insert I've been working on!

[Image ID: a tall narrow painting roughly the shape of a smartphone. The background is a rainbow watercolor fading radially from one color into another, starting with red in the top left, orange in the top right, yellow down the right side, green in the bottom right, blue in the bottom left, then purple shading from blue violet to red violet heading back up the left side. The watercolor has been textured with a salt resist technique creating small floral shapes of lighter paint. On top of this background, “Look Alive Sunshine” is written in tall wavy block letters in an assortment of colors meant to contrast the background, such that the “L” is light green, the “A” is yellow, and the “S” is orange and so on. Some letters are fainter, written in sharpie that has faded into the paper, but others are brighter, having been gone over in acrylic paint. There is a ring of poked holes in the top left roughly where the phone’s camera sits and a bit of uncovered background space to the top and bottom of the text design, which covers the majority of the piece. End ID] (*If there’s anything you’d like clarified about this description feel free to ask, I found it tricky to describe clearly. )

I tried to copy the comics font here--wait, actually, I'm just going back through my reference images, and I think the text I copied from for this is actually from something by @tapefish that was itself based on the comics font. Yeah, this is based on a design that's on their redbubble actually, though I didn't trace it specifically, but that's what this is drawn from. In that design, both words in "look alive" are on the line above "sunshine", so because of the way I've done it here, "sunshine" wound up being twice as narrow, hence why letters are all really squished, but hopefully it'll still be more or less legible!

I went over the letters in sharpie initially, but they were really hard to see, so I'm gradually painting over them. I'm also probably going to put more pictures and/or text on here, like a Danger Days spider and/or an eye like the one on the mailbox, and possibly "keep running" and/or "art is the weapon" in the space at the top or bottom.

As for the color scheme, I just went "how can I make this as colorful as physically possible" and ran with that, lol :) Well, to be more precise, I did a rainbow ombre in the background and then tried to make each letter roughly the complementary color to the part of the background it was on, but I tried to still have a variety of colors in the foreground as well.

Mostly, I'm just happy I've finally gotten around to making some progress since I first did the watercolor for the background literally like 2 years ago in our first pandemic summer, and that's just the rate at which I work on things sometimes, lol.

Anyways, I could ramble about my design and my plans for this for a while yet, and I could definitely proofread and edit this post some more, but I'm trying to stop myself from spending all afternoon on this post now instead of actually continuing to work on my phone case insert. Feel free to ask me stuff about this, though I can't guarantee anything remotely resembling a quick response haha. But hopefully someday before another two years have passed, I'll be posting a finished version of this! For now, enjoy this rare glimpse into my artistic process, hahaha.

#danger days aesthetic #<- oh hey I was in that tag when I started this post and tumblr just stuck it on. every day I learn new things about tumblr #I mean I was gonna use that tag anyways just funny it put it on automatically because I started there I guess #killjoycore #Look Alive Sunshine #ttlotfk #phone case design #I never did post pics of the Doctor Who one I made that was my phone case for like... three years?#remind me to post those sometime haha. that was my 'Hate is Always Foolish. Love is Always Wise' one :)#WIP #art in progress #killjoy aesthetic #Danger Days #killjoy vibes #painting #watercolor #acrylic #colorful #rainbow aesthetic #Danger Days vibes #My Chemical Romance #Doctor Death Defying #WKIL 109 #I did share this on the discord but then I went. you know what. I do want this on my tumblr too #so if you're in the WKIL discord you may recognize my rambling about this because I copied a lot of it over and reworked it into this post #my tags are all over today and so am I but c'est la vie :)#I ramble #my art #once in a blue moon I Make Things haha #and yet also I am always making things and never finishing them

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phenolholic · 2 years

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Summer painting! Yes despite the background, this was intended to be summer themed. Been designing their swimsuits for a bit. Really like what I came up with. The execution of the idea didn't work out perfectly though. Was just going to do a background of just light blue but then had the idea of rust framing the picture. Knowing how much of a pilain rust can be to paint, tried using colored pencils. Was getting really interested in creating the atmosphere of where these characters live. The colored pencils looked very odd unfortunately so I switched to making it part of the background, having fun with the flourishes of metalwork. Towards the end I also got some blue onto ash's right arm. Nearly destroyed the paper trying to remove it. That's why it looks like that ... Last thing I had a lot of trouble with was coloring the open mouths. I have a hard time getting that right. Guess that's it for my rambling. Just wish I had planned better, especially for the background. #myart #myoc #traditionalart #watercolor #drawing #painting #coloredpencil #abcdcolor #art #originalcharacter #anime #thursdaycrow #ashelgar #juliaselene https://www.instagram.com/p/ChTGYA9r9Fv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#myart #myoc #traditionalart #watercolor #drawing #painting #coloredpencil #abcdcolor #art #originalcharacter #anime #thursdaycrow #ashelgar #juliaselene

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handsomemoimoi · 2 years

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UNDERTALE?! Undertale <3

I was recently replaying the game and just mentally thought “Damn, what a wonderful experience to feel once again, WHY THE FUCK DO I NOT HAVE THIS AS A TATTOO?!” SO HERE WE GOOOOO!

I want to eventually get tattoos for each game I love, and I want them to all be extremely colorful. With Handsome Jack/Angel the Siren tattoo planned and ready to go, ITS UNDERTALE’S TURN! I had to start thinking about what I wanted. The first thing that came to mind was the souls trapped in the underground!

With the hearts drawn out I thought about putting this on my inner arm, but just having the hearts felt plain, and not really what I wanted. So I started playing around with it!

WATER COLORS?! In the end I decided I didn’t like the look, and even if I made it more like a watercolor painting, I still didn’t enjoy the vibes it gave me, felt a bit un-undertale to me. I was stuck here for a bit, trying to figure out what I wanted to do, I wanted it to stand out and be slightly different, but nothing was coming to mind.

I tried some flower petals out, but I still wasn’t a fan of how it looked. I made them solid colors, but felt like it took away from the hearts, so I tried to make them rainbow, which in the end I didn’t like either. So I sat there for a bit chewing on my pen trying to figure out what I needed to do next. I added a vine in the background and realized that maybe just having the vine to represent Flowey might look pretty cool!

I switched up the placement! I decided I wanted this on the back of my leg, my left one to be exact! I really liked that thought, and started playing around with the vine placement!

With the vines drawn out, I really liked how it was starting to look, I started placing small dots around as well, to add some spice and thought, I should add thorns to the tattoo! Here’s the results so far! It’s not quite done, and I need to clean it up, add some more shading, play around with placement, but I really like how it’s turning out! Once I get my Borderlands tattoo, this will be the next one!

#undertale #undertale fanart #sans #papyrus #gaster #toriel #Undertale tattoo #deltarune #deltarune art #art #art process #art tag #tatto design #tattoo ideas #posting this was a bitch #legit #I had to post this from my pc to my tablet to my phone #the quality is so bad lol #might replace photos if i can

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m-rubiouribe03 · 1 year

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FINAL CURATED PORTFOLIO

Artist Statement

I learned a lot about the human figure during this class and I feel like I learnt a lot quicker than I would have with just doing self studies. At some point before I joined the class I had looked up figure drawing and assumed that we would be doing that the whole semester but I was surprised to to learn so many new things and work with different art mediums. I think the only part of the class that didn’t surprise me was the nude models.

To be completely honest when it comes to my favorite assignment I can’t really choose between the Skulls Study or the Finals. On one hand I really like drawing skulls but it wasn’t really anything new besides the use of charcoal instead of a random mechanical pencil or Procreate. But the with the finals I had to get out of my comfort zone and I learned a lot from it. I’m not use to drawing sceneries/backgrounds but for the Finals I had too and with Acrylic paint no less. I’ve only ever really focused on drawing people in a cartoonish way, not backgrounds or animals/creatures. And I’m not new to working with Acrylics but it definitely isn’t my favorite material since it dries so quick…I’m more into Watercolors or Gouache.

While one the topic of my least favorite material, I would have to say my favorite medium that we worked with was the Ink. I’ve always admired Ink artwork but I never really got the opportunity to work with it. I’m glad that I did in this class. It was tricky but an overall enjoyable experience. I’ll definitely be working with it in the future.

Learning obstacles that I faced would be not being fast enough when it came to quick gesture drawings. My art process has always been kind of slow so I wasn’t use to the whole 10, 30, 1 minute poses. But a way that I came over this obstacle was by using a website called Line of Action. It’s a website where you can practice the figure in timed sessions ranging from 30 seconds to 15 minutes. I’d really recommend this website to anyone wanting to start or improve their art.

And as mentioned before I’m not the biggest fan of Acrylic. It dries to quickly for me, it’s hard to blend, I either make too much or too little of the color I need and I don’t know which breaks my heart more. When I make to little I can’t replicate the color which is frustrating and if I make too much of the color it’s a waste because it dries out and is useless afterwards so that makes me and my wallet cry. So I wasn’t too happy that it was the chosen material for our finals but it is what it is. I looked up so many videos on acrylics before even starting the finals and basically watched a playlist over and over while practicing.

Overall I had a great experience in this class and I’ll use a lot of the tips and tricks for future classes and practice. As someone hoping to go into the Animation industry this class was very useful since I plan to be a character designer or storyboard artist.

(1) Gesture

(2) Contour

(3) Hand Assignment

(4) 5 Min Pose

(5) Blind Contour Pose

(6) Figure with Skeletal Insert

(7) Thoracic Cavity

(8) Skeletal Studies ~Hands, Feet, Skull, Pelvis~

(9) Proportions/Landmarks (Missing because I forgot about the assignment)

(10) Color Assignment (Missing because I forgot to fix it)

(11) Ink Assignment

(12) Mid-Term

(13) Finals

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delightfulpiesuitcasesoul · 3 years

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I’ve finished the first page in the sketchbook I got for my birthday. I was quite nervous, but with a little help from youtube I managed to start. I am also very exciting to fill this sketchbook and improve my drawing (it’s a big fixer upper). I’ll share my progress here occasionally.

Hope to see you soon :)

#what am i doing #need something new #have to encourage myself #du schaffst das #doodle #sketchbook #colors #colour #markers #markers i stole from my sister #marker art #watercolor background didn’t go as planned #i’m learning #that’s it

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crescentmoonrider · 2 years

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The Boy Who Leapt Through Time AU

(read from right to left)

Yuuta’s very long day is far from over, it would seem

I keep complaining about drawing backgrounds, but then I go and make shots like the first panel with streets and clutter and all... I am booboo the fool

Said panel (as well as future plans) actually led me to buy professional background artist Mateusz Urbanowitcz’s book “Tokyo At Night”, which is a watercolor illustration book with art commentary, focused on Tokyo streets at night (although that last part didn’t really matter for my purposes haha)

It’s really pretty, and I found it by complete chance right at the time I was thinking I wanted some refs for the kind of small alleyways that you don’t really see represented in street photography. So uh. Good haul on my part, I guess !

Figuring out how Yuuta would call Shi-woo was pretty interesting. In the end I settled on a Japanese version of his name (Kon Shiu, which then becomes “Kon-san” with Yuuta’s habitual polite speech) instead of the Korean “Gong Shi-woo” Toji calls him

On one hand, I like to picture Yuuta as someone who sucks at learning foreign languages, in part because he would have trouble with pronunciation. On the other, Toji and Shi-woo have known each other for years at this point, so it makes sense to me that Toji would have a better grasp of his name and its original pronunciation

... I’m probably the only person who cares about this sort of thing

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stephreynaart · 3 years

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Gravity Falls - “Waiting”

Pop-Pop AU

Stan sits in a hospital waiting room, thinking about his life and the people he loves.

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This is kinda old, but I realized I never posted it on tumblr. Hope ya like it!

Lots of fluff, the only ships are Soos and Melody.

AO3 LINK

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It had a square aspect ratio. Ink pen and watercolor on white heat pressed cotton paper in a bland white frame. One single blue flower in a red vase with what looks like a yellowish shadow. One shadow going left, the other going right. The lack of confidence and inexperience was obvious, the lines were unfocused and jagged, the color plainly filled the shapes and gave no other visual interest to the image.

Below the frame was a small white card that read “Painting donated by Jessica Blaise from Gravity Falls Elementary School”

Stan scanned the painting at least 20 times while sitting in that chair. The too rough and too soft at the same time chair that had similar copies populating the almost white room he sat in. The wallpaper bouncing off light pinks and blues with tiny ducklings as a makeshift wainscoting was starting to irritate the old man. It was too bright, and the consistent buzz of the fluorescent lights seemed so loud. Stan adjusted himself in his chair, switching his crossed legs to a wider spread and leaned his head against the wall.

The only other stimulus in the room were a few posters promoting proper hand washing techniques, the play area with a small table and chairs with large blocks, crayons and that weird “game” with the metal wiring and wooden beads that’s in every waiting room Stan’s ever sat in. He played with the toys to give himself something to do after he read all the magazines. The novelty wore off fast.

The television mounted on the wall was airing some cooking channel with no sound and no subtitles. Looking at food when you haven’t eaten in a few hours was practically torture, so Stan had been averting his eyes.

There were other paintings on the wall, one was less of a painting, but instead a print of a painting. He doubted that the artist got any compensation from it, if they were still alive. The other was a charcoal drawing done by a student from the community college a town away. Another square, but the entire image was black, the brightest thing on the page was an intruding infant hand coming from the left with the arm fading into the dark background. The fingers seemingly mid-twitch and grabbing at something. The lighting was dynamic and interesting. Stan swore it was a drawing of a penis the first time he glanced at it, which resulted in his brother’s laughter. Stanley smiled at the memory, it was only a few hours ago, but he relishes any time he can make Stanford laugh.

Stan’s eyes darted at the door in the far corner when it opened suddenly. He eased back into his chair when the nurse crossed the room to talk with the receptionist. He couldn’t hear the conversation very well, but could tell they were just gossiping and making jokes. Nothing that was of his interest. So he looked back to the elementary school child’s painting and analyzed it again. His eyes were dry and he was tired. He wished he could sleep, the chair wasn’t comfortable enough and when he did managed to sleep, his neck was sore when he woke up. He was only lucky Ford let him use his shoulder as a pillow for a while. He looked to his left and noted the book his brother placed in the seat. It seemed thick and in what looked like Hebrew. Stan wasn’t very surprised Ford was fluent in the language they were acquainted with as children. Their grandparents on their father’s side were the last to be fully fluent in Hebrew. It was like his brother to be curious of their heritage, but Stan only remembered a few phrases and words he learned from holidays and special event when he had to recite anything in Temple.

Stan crossed his arms and glanced at the clock on the wall and let out an exasperated sigh. It had only been 10 minutes since he last checked the time. He wanted to be at home, be in his soft warm bed and getting ready to eat pancakes at this time in the morning.

He and Ford were on the porch of The Mystery Shack when Soos rushed them off to the hospital the yesterday afternoon. What he originally thought would be a couple of hours of waiting turned into almost twelve. Apparently labour can last a long time.

Stan wished he could be a witness for Soos and Melody like he was when Dipper and Mabel were born, but Melody wanted her privacy, which Stan could respect, but Soos wanted him there…..so he and Ford waited in this bright, annoyingly pastel waiting room, twiddling his thumbs awaiting the arrival of the new member of the mystery family. He was glad he was in at least comfortable clothes, some gray sweatpants and a sweater Mabel knitted for him that read “godfather”.

He was never clear on what the title entailed, but it was mentioned a few times by Soos’ grandmother and the kids insisted that Soos was intending to ask him. He hadn’t, but he didn’t protest Stan wearing the sweater. Whatever job godfathers had, he was willing to play the part if Soos were to ask him.

Stan looked at the double doors a few feet away that lead out of the waiting room and into the halls. His brother left to find something for them to eat, but was taking his sweet time. The turkey being basted on the television was no help in aiding his growling stomach.

He distracted himself by returning his thoughts to Soos and Melody. Just down the hall they were experiencing the strange and beautiful phenomenon that was witnessing the arrival of a brand new person. Stan remembered the feeling so clearly. His entire life he’s felt the presence of human beings. It’s inherent in most people to feel when someone is in the room with you, the other soul sharing the same space as you. Imagine being in a room with a set amount of people and someone else comes in, but imagine they came in without using a doorway. Just appearing seemingly out of thin air. Suddenly another person is with you, and they’re brand new to the world, a life full of potential and power. Yes, today is indeed a happy day, but no amount of positive thinking would ease Stan’s nerves. His foot began to bounce and his hands unconsciously began to fiddle with each other. He didn’t want to think anything would go wrong with Soos’ baby, but anything can happen and life is so fragile, especially at the start of it.

He recalled his nephew’s nervousness the day Dipper and Mabel were born. His hands were shaking and he was constantly checking on his wife and asking the doctors loads of questions. He didn’t fully understand the twins’ father’s behavior until the end of that day.

Mabel’s birth was swift and easy. Her mother only needed to push one and a half times before she was here. It was as if she was eager to meet everyone waiting for her. She cried like most babies do, but Stan could’ve sworn they were tears of joy. While Mabel was greeted with, “hello, beautiful”, “hi, sweetie” and “she’s perfect”, Her brother’s introduction to world started with, “what’s wrong?”, “wait, let me hold him”, and “he’s not moving”. Dipper was rushed out of the room before his mother got a chance to look at him. Stan managed to catch a glimpse of the horrifyingly blue tint on his great nephew’s tiny face. The memory still gave him chills. He remembered how much he wanted to hold Mabel, who began to fuss and cry, obviously missing her brother. He was terrified at the prospect of another incomplete set of twins in their family. After the longest 30 minute of his life, Stan’s great-nephew returned with a bright pink face, wailing with all the power his little lungs could produce. Once the twins were reunited in their mother’s arms, they settled down almost instantly. The doctors told their parents Dipper was significantly lighter in weight than his sister, but both were very strong and healthy. Every so often Stan thinks about Dipper and how much he has impacted his life. His thoughts lead to darker places and he questions if Ford would be here if Dipper wasn’t there to find the third journal. He shook his head as a cold shiver went up his spine.

Stan did his best to distract himself from revisiting the scare that Dipper caused him 16 years ago.

16 years…..17 in August

Stan blinked. The squishy, bright faces that stayed with him that first summer had changed significantly. They stayed in contact all year round and visited every summer since they were 12. But every in-person meeting was always a shock. Dipper was developing the square jaw Stan, both his brothers and nephew shared. He started to regularly wear glasses their second summer with the Stans. Poor kid will grow up looking like Filbrick like the rest of the Pines men. He reminded Stan of Ford at that age.

And Mabel…..

Stan will never get over how much she looks like his mother. It didn’t strike him until Soos and Melody’s wedding and she put her hair in a bun. She’s calmed her hyperactivity down a bit, but not by a lot, she still brightens his day with her wit and creativity. They’ve both matured physically, but not much has changed personality wise and they still acted like big children when they’re around each other. Stan loved them very much, and wished he could see them more often. He wondered what the future held for all of them. Would they still visit town after going to college? Would they move here? Or somewhere else?

He’s had several conversations with them to see how they’re managing the prospect of separating. They’re much better at communicating than he and Ford were and they seem actually excited to have some independence. It made Stan nervous, but he was sure their close relationship wouldn’t suffer.

Wendy chose to be elsewhere for the next few years. She and her friends booked a plane ticket and plan to backpack and hitchhike around Europe and the UK. Stan hopes they stay safe and watch out for each other. Lotta weirdos in Amsterdam. She was set to leave in the coming days, Wendy wanted to wait until today arrived so she could meet Soos and Melody’s kid before going away for who knows how long.

A tap on the shoulder woke Stan from his deep thoughts. His brother arrived with some warm sub sandwiches and coffee.

“Any word yet?, he asked Stan

“Nothin’ yet”, Stan felt helpless not having any clue how Soos and Melody were doing.

Stanford took his seat next to Stanley and they both silently enjoyed their late breakfast. Since arriving they’ve witnessed families reuniting and going past the door in the far corner to meet their children, grandchildren or siblings. Stan looked at the clock again. How has it only been another 5 minutes? He sighed, leaned back and finished the rest of his sub. One hand holding the sandwich, the other went back to gripping the arm rest, then a six fingered hand went down to rest on top of it. Stan let go of the armrest and tangled his fingers between Ford’s and held onto it with a, hopefully not too tight, grip. It was like an anchor to reality, much better at easing his anxieties than any words could. Over the past 4 years, Stan and Ford’s bond grew stronger. Stan still feared one day he would wake up and find himself still in that basement surrounded by broken machinery and languages he didn’t understand. He hasn’t yet, and was enjoying the time he had left with his twin. Stan took a moment to look at his brother again, Ford made eye contact and smiled then continued to read his book. Hands still intertwined

Stans thoughts went back to Soos…

It amazed Stan how much he had grown and it still baffled him that Soos idolized him as much as he does. Before Soos, Stan had no one. His brother was….gone, the rest of the family didn’t talk to him much outside of the holidays and special occasion. There hadn’t been any sense of consistency in Stan’s life for years, decades even, until he hired the chubby little kid he barely glanced at one random Saturday. Soos always arrived to work early, sometimes with breakfast for both of them. Stan didn’t know how much he needed a reliable companion until he had it and he enjoyed the 10 years he had with that kid… or man he should say. Here he was…a few rooms away, becoming a father.

Stan used to daydream a lot about the prospect of having kids when he was younger. He’s was always good with them when he had the chance to babysit his nephew, then later Dipper and Mabel when they were toddlers. He loved having kids in his house that first summer. He loved the energy and the sense of adventure the twins brought. They gave him a sense of purpose and belonging he hadn’t felt in years. He wished he was brave enough to have his own children. Not that he was ever with anyone long enough to want to have kids with him. He supposed it was for the best that he didn’t subject a child to homelessness or an unhappy marriage. He was also terrified at the idea. His dad used to say having kids ruined his life. He wondered who his father was before his older brother was born. Did they really ruin his life? Stan often wondered if he would be like his own dad if he has children of his own. Would he change and become that annoyed parent that resenting his children?

He thought about Soos again

That was probably the closest to parenthood he ever experienced. The first time he felt like one was when Soos asked him for homework help after closing. He initially told Soos no, he wasn’t exactly smart and didn’t think he would be any help. It apparently upset the kid, so Stan sighed and gave it a try. It was fairly simple middle school math, he didn’t remember everything, but helped Soos do more than half of it. Soos thanked him and went home happy. Stan felt weirdly proud, he was glad he made a small difference and managed to teach Soos something he didn’t even know he knew.

The second time was when Soos was a teenager. His grandmother wasn’t able to teach Soos to drive, since she had forgotten how and her late husband used to do the driving, she mostly walked everywhere. Soos offered to work for free so Stan could teach him. Stan loved driving and found teaching Soos cathartic. He was a fast and eager learner, he only bumped Stan’s car once while trying to figure out parallel parking. Little did Soos know that he was getting paid for his normal work hours. Stan just put it away long enough to help buy the kid some old used truck in the junkyard for getting his license. They fixed the truck up and in only a few weeks it was ready to be on the road. Soos has taken good care of it and it’s still his ride to this day

Stan was very proud of Soos. He taught the kid some basic self defense and managed to be a decent influence in his life. Soos at least has his priorities straight.

Stan was even glad to see that Soos was willing to question him. When the portal was reaching the final countdown, he didn’t hesitate to protect the kids from him when he thought Stan was dangerous. He didn’t know, none of them did, so he didn’t blame Soos for distrusting him. He hoped he never had to betray him again. They both had crappy dads, and Stan knew how Soos saw him. Stan was never really sure if he reciprocated those feelings. It felt natural to act the part, but to put a label as important as “dad” on Stan was daunting. Soos definitely deserves better than what he was given, Stan wasn’t sure if he was it.

Stan looked up at the familiar voices running towards him from the double doors.

“Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Ford!” Mabel waved to them

The two teenagers and Wendy walked in holding a balloon and various toys. They took some seats across from the Stans and asked how everyone was doing and if the baby arrived yet.

“Not yet, hopefully soon” Ford answered

Stan relaxed and silently enjoyed his family’s company. He laid his head back and leaned slightly on Ford to rest for a minute. His eyes shut as he listened to the kids joke around and talk amongst themselves. He squeezed Ford’s hand one more time before drifting off.

He knew he should’ve tried sleeping earlier, he wasn’t out for more than 15 minutes when Soos came into the waiting room. Stan’s eyes shot open and he was on his feet faster than he did when he was being chased by angry costumers as a door to door salesman. Soos’ red eyes sagged and he seemed exhausted, but carried a proud, wide smile across his face. He sniffed and wiped his eyes.

“It’s a boy”, he squeaked, “mom and baby are okay”

Dipper and Mabel were first to start the hugs, and the room filled with cheers of congratulations and love. Stan felt light as a feather giving Soos a hug and joking about child labor.

“Can we see him?”, Mabel bounced with anticipation

“Yeah, dudes!”, Soos gestured everyone past the corner door and into the suite. “But only for a little while, Melody has to sleep”

The room was small, dimly lit and warm. The Pines crew collectively lowered their voices as Melody came into view on the bedding holding a bundle of blankets decorated with small yellow ducklings. She was leaned back on a large pillow, covered in blankets and toted a soft smile on her face. Soos stroked her hair and picked up his little son to show to the Pines’. The younger twins got a look at him first,

Mabel squealed and cooed at the tiny infant. Then Wendy, who said hi to the baby and told Soos she’d make sure to send him gifts while she was away

“What’s his name?”, Mabel asked Melody

“I named him after my dad”, Melody replied, “Jacob”. She smiled sadly at the memory of the father she lost the year before.

Soos approached the Stans, Ford smiled and complimented the couple on a having such beautiful little boy, but shot Soos a look, who silently replied with another one. Something was up.

Finally Stan got a look at baby Jacob. “Wow” Stan smiled, patting Soos’ arm. “He looks exactly like you”

Soos laughed, “really? I think he looks like Melody”, there was a short silence before Soos spoke up again.

“Do you want to hold him, Mr Pines?”

Stan looked at Soos and smiled, “heh, sure”. He held his arms out. Soos lowered his arms to pass the baby to Stan, who scrunched his face up and started to fuss. Stan took the infant and managed to hold him with one arm. He bounced and shushed little Jacob until he calmed down. “Heya kid”, He’s held babies dozens of times, but something felt different about this one. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but Stan felt an almost magnetic pull towards him. Jacob settled comfortably against Stan and continued his rest. Stan softly beamed at the tiny person in his arms.

“Hey, Stan?”

Stan lifted an eyebrow and looked at Soos, who was fidgeting with his hands and nervously smiling.

“Uh..”, he paused, taking in the sight of Stan holding his child. “You know about my dad”, Soos looked at Ford again, who shrugged and nodded. Stan studied Ford’s face, who’s eyes strayed away as he hid a small smile. Soos got his attention again.

“You uh…he wasn’t…”, Soos choked up, his voice strained a bit, “I met you when I was probably the loneliest I ever was in my entire life”. Stan pictured the little boy he hired on the spot, he didn’t remember him until Soos showed up at his door step the next day ready to work. He didn’t know how much that quick, thoughtless decision would change his life.

Soos perked up and walked across the room to a table and picked up the piece of paper sitting on it. Soos glanced at it, then at Stan and smiled, gaining some emotional strength it seemed.

“You mean a lot me”, Soos, “you were there when I really needed it, you gave me a job, taught me just about everything I know. I don’t think I ever thanked you for that”

Stan got a bit nervous, Was this him asking to be the godfather?Everyone was silent and curiously watching. Soos held his hand out and handed the paper to Stan. He adjusted his arm to properly hold Jacob in his arm and took it. Stan flipped the page and noticed it was the baby’s birth certificate. Stan eyes bounced off the page and read the various information: birthdate, weight, parents, but he froze when he read the full name. Stan’s wide eyes questioningly studied Soos’ face.

“Are you…”, Stan felt his own throat tightening, crap. Come on, not in front of everyone “really?”, he asked. Soos gave a genuine nod and sniffed.

“I uh” Soos cleared his throat, “I was wondering, since Jacob doesn’t have one…if you wanted to be…. his grandpa?

There it was

Stan felt dizzy and took a small step back before remembering who was in his hands and regained his balance. Ford came to his side and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Stan decide not to look at his brother and chose to stare forward, then his eyes went back to Soos, who look deflated. Oh man. Stan was terrified, he didn’t want to say no and hurt Soos, but if he said yes….he wasn’t sure what made him so nervous. The entire concept sounded so alien to him, like he didn’t deserve the title. He always considered Soos, Melody and their son a part of his family. But to bare a title like “grandpa”, had to mean he had children that that children. That he was already a parent without his knowledge. It all felt so natural to want to lean into this and become part of this family like Soos wanted.

He heard something make a noise from beneath himself. Stan looked down at little Jacob, who was mid yawn. The baby’s mouth grew wide opens and inhaled, scrunching up his face and suddenly shut. Suddenly two tiny eyes opened for just a few seconds, enough time for Stan to make eye contact before Jacob shut them and got comfortable again

Everything was different now.

Stan didn’t notice how quiet the room had gotten nor the tears forming in his eyes. Stunned by beauty and overcome with pride and a sense of purpose. The pride he felt teaching Soos math, how to drive and attending his graduation all combined just looking at the perfect being in his arms. If he said yes, he would want everything that came with it. Stan lifted the birth certificate up to read the name again.

Jacob Stanley Ramirez

“Y-Yes”, he heard a shaken voice say, almost not realizing it was his own “of course”. He looked at Soos, tears in his eyes and a bright smile on his face. He still wasn’t sure if he deserved this, but Stan wanted it. He wanted it all. Why not indulge just this once? He gave the certificate to Ford and used his now free hand to pull Soos into a hug. Gently sandwiching his…..grandson in between him……and his son.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fan fiction #stanley pines #stanford pines #soos ramirez #melody #mabel pines #dipper pines #wendy corduroy #pop pop au #poppop!stan #dad!soos #dad!stan

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matthewbeilschmidts · 3 years

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It’s been a long while since I’ve posted but I’m so glad that I am :’)

This is for Day 1: of @prucanweek - Ordinary

Apologies for spelling errors, it’s a little short but I hope you enjoy 😭💞

Matthew doesn’t mind that he’s living an ordinary life. Really.

He grows up near the coast, two parents, a fraternal twin brother, and their gangly hairless cat, Tony (picked curtesy of Alfred). Their parents take them everywhere they can during their childhood, the beach, museums, sports game. They focus on their interests, figuring out what the two like and dislike, as they encourage them both to be themselves and do what they love no matter what. Alfred debates between whether he likes wrestling or football more, while Matthew settles into hockey. In between family get togethers, community festivals, and endless sports training, they somehow have time for homework. (The two share answers a lot.)

He and Alfred each have their own rooms when they enter their teen years, a space to decorate and fill with their own mementos and awards. The sports continue, but later their parents find themselves a little bit busier than before. They do though, give them as much time as they can during the school year, never wanting them to go without someone by their side.

Matthew fades into the background a little bit as they get older, while Alfred puts himself front and center. Matthew watches once with a hand over his eyes as Alfred auditions for the school musical, and surprisingly he read and sings the lines well. “It’s always the rowdy ones!” their theater teachers says after he’s finished performing, a mix of anticipation from planning on putting Alfred on stage and dread at the thought of having to manage him.

Matthew silently supports him, after all he has his own things to do.

He’s the co-caption of the hockey team, the coach giving him the position to give him a little more of a voice, and his teammates verbally agree, considering on the ice Matthew has a lot more to show than he does in person. He accepts, albeit hesitantly.

By the time graduation comes by, Matthew can barely believe how the time has passed. His team even wins a championship under his watch. Some of his fellow classmates look so ready to go out and experience the world, and it’s scary to him because weren’t they all going at the same pace?

His parents talk him through picking his college of choice, and he decides to go. He needs to do what everyone does and experience the world.

And if he decides he wants to come home, that’s okay because at least he tries.

He’s in his first art class during his third year at university. The time has been going well, he’s got pretty decent grades and has managed to join a few clubs. But he’s not done yet. Extra curriculars, can’t finish without them. He prioritizes his general education first, and even slips himself into a few major classes early on, but humanities is on record now and has to be completed no matter what one’s studying.

He can get through one semester, he hopes.

Next to him, a student is snickering and the professor doesn’t look amused.

“Gilbert.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“If you’re done, I can introduce myself now.”

The professor goes in with complete, in-depth introductory slides with her name and credentials, and a briefing of all they will overcome this semester.

He’s never been an artist, at least not one that picks up a pencil and creates a realistic masterpiece with nothing but that and a pad of paper. Maybe some poetry contests in high school, if that counts. The written word has its own impact, its own set of colors to breathe out for the world to see.

There’s another snicker, interrupting his internal monologue.

He doesn’t say anything, because he doesn’t know the student, and it’s not his place to control others. But, if it starts to hinder the class, maybe he’ll tell him something. He’s paying to be there, too.

The man catches him staring.

“Yes?” he asks Matthew without being spoken to in the first place.

“Oh,” Matthew flushes at being caught, not that he was trying to hide it anyway. “Well, she didn’t say anything funny?”

The guys waves a hand, making a “psssh” noise as he does.

“I’m just laughing because of how formal this all is. She won’t be this dignified later in the semester that’s for sure. She’ll be ripping her hair out.”

Matthew glances back, he doesn’t want to say anyone looks mean but, he would believe it if she was.

“You look scared,” the guy laughs, which is rude because isn’t he the one that just put the thought in Matthew’s mind? “She’s not too mean just a sticker to the rules. Will get real pissy if something doesn’t go right.”

“And you still set her off knowing that?”

The man laughs again, but this time around he’s actually trying to contain it behind the thin art easel. He’s not very hidden.

“She’s my cousin’s wife.”

Ah, that makes sense then? Messing with family is normal, but also he shouldn’t be bothering her at work.

“It’s no wonder you seemed casual.”

“She taught both of the lower division figure drawing classes, too. This is my third semester in her class. She’s the only one teaching this specific class I didn’t have too much of a choice.”

“Art major?”

“Yep! And you?”

“Psychology major. I have to get in some cultural classes.”

“Ever taken art?”

“Actually no, not even in high school. I got through that stuff by working backstage in the theater department.”

“Well not to worry my friend, because you picked the best one.”

“Is it easy to pass?”

“Nope. Well, maybe if she likes your work,” Matthew deflates at the blunt response, “but don’t worry because I’m here to be your guide.”

Matthew perks up, but it takes him a moment. This guy’s gonna help him?

“Are you any good?”

“Am I good?” He looks perplexed Matthew would even ask. Matthew has to cover his own amusement. “I may not look it but charcoal and I go way back. I’ll show you my work later as proof.”

“Deal.”

“Gilbert, since you’re adamant on talking, you can be the first to introduce yourself.”

Even if his name wasn’t said, Matthew feels just as guilty. Caught, for talking on the first day of all things.

“Gilbert Beilshcmidt. Fourth year. I’m an art major and my favorite breakfast food is pancakes.”

Matthew looks surprised that he was paying attention, even to the last addition of their introduction. Matthew’s not sure he would have known considering he was distracted.

And so their friendship starts.

Gilbert sits next to him again. And again.

Where ever Matthew sits in the art room, Gilbert follows not too long after.

Some days they take the sitting desks, some they stand and lean against the stools.

And despite not even talking much, Gilbert treats him like a friend.

“Do you have any plans this afternoon?”

“Nope, this was my last class.”

“Do you want to get some coffee and work on our sketch books.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Matthew finds himself meeting Gilbert in his downtime. Every Thursday after drawing for three hours becomes the day they meet. At first, all they do is draw, little more.

Gilbert is animated in all moments, but he has short spurts where he focuses exceptionally on his work. Matthew is no art critic, but he thinks Gilbert expresses himself quite well on paper. Graphite, charcoal, and pastels, all the utensils glide easily without a single stroke missing its mark.

Watercolor though, could use some work, which actually happens to be Matthew’s favorite. Even if the intention is to guide the colors with a brush, it’s okay for them to take a life of their own spreading across the thick paper.

They share snacks, art supplies, and their time.

Gilbert proves himself very useful as he promised. Matthew though never planning to be the next Van Gogh, has to pass this class. And it would be nice to pass it with flying colors, but some concepts are harder to grasp than others.

It’s obvious to tell he’s a beginner, while Gilbert excels. Matthew finds out he only now needs the intro class since it’s the first semester it became a requirement.

Gilbert helps him find the shapes he’s comfortable with, explains the processing for hatching and how it relates to shading. And while he’s no expert, he sees a subtle improvement over the next few weeks that makes some pride swell within himself.

“Do you want to come with me and my friends to this cool bar for dinner on Friday?” Gilbert asks about a month into the semester.

It’s the first time Gilbert and him will have spent time off campus.

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

Gilbert’s friends are just as animated as he, it’s almost hard to keep up. Overwhelming as they are, they’re extremely welcoming. Matthew eases into the atmosphere, joining in when he can but mostly pleased to be out and doing something different.

He’s made friends during his time, but like him they’re a little more reserved and pick quieter places on the town.

It’s fun. And he wants to go out again.

Matthew invites Gilbert and his friends to watch his next hockey game.

After their shock in finding out he plays such a violent sport, they’re all agreeing and planning to find the best seats in the arena.

“Are you serious. Are you hiding muscles under that red sweater?”

Gilbert pokes at him, it tickles when he gets closer to his biceps, but he knows he’s only teasing.

“You think I’m playing but I’m serious! You should have been there, well you were there. On the stands, I mean. We all screamed after you sent that player flying against the wall.”

Gilbert recreates the motions, but only slams himself into the wall and whines after he bounces back. He then plays it off like it doesn’t hurt. Gilbert’s not a very good actor.

People tell him it’s so much different watching him on the ice, but it’s still him. He’s always wondered how much different, he feels like himself. He just knows he goes into the zone when he’s in his gear. He just wants to win. And he will.

“It’s like night day,” Gilbert continues. “You were ready to kill a man down there.”

“You’re not the first to say that. I guess maybe, I could be a little more out there in real life, huh?”

Gilbert stops walking.

“Nope.”

“Nope?”

“You’re perfectly fine the way you are. I like the way you are, so don’t go change. I don’t want to be at risk of dying during art class.”

And as silly as it sounds, he’s pleased. He likes Gilbert a whole lot, too. Just the way he is.

“Do you want to have dinner with me?” Matthew takes the initiative.

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, just you and me. I want to take you out.”

“Like you did to that guy on the court,” Gilbert laughs nervously.

“On a date. Gilbert, would you like go out with me?”

He says yes.

Later that evening when he’s heading home, Gilbert starts running through the courtyard cheering that “I have a date with the cutest guy I’ve ever met!”

Matthew’s window is open, he’s face is bright red and he slams head first into his pillow. He needs to plan the best first date ever.

Three months into dating, he’s finally heading home again for a school break. He wants to take Gilbert with him, who is waiting for the next major holiday to go back home. But isn’t it too soon? They haven’t been dating that long, after all.

But Gilbert surprises him, and jokingly says he wants to go with him because he’ll miss him too much while he’s gone. And then, Matthew asks if he seriously wants to go.

“I do.”

So they ride the 3 hours train down to Matthew’s childhood home. He’s a little bit nervous, because he’s had dates to school dances, and brought friends over, but this is entirely different. This is someone he wants to take a serious step with, even if the time hasn’t been that long. They’ll never get anywhere if they don’t, so they’ll both take the leap and pray it works out.

“Mom, dad, Alfred, this is Gilbert.”

It’s the most timid Matthew’s ever seen him.

“Nice to meet ya, I’m Matthew’s boyfriend.”

After he shakes all their hands, he takes his hand back to link pinkies with Matthew.

There’s not an once of regret in his mind as the long weekend passes.

Gilbert graduates the next year, and the year after it’s his turn. They’re going to move in with each other. Gilbert really has no irresistible urge to go back to his home town, satisfied with just visiting a few times a year. And Matthew thinks he would like to go back closer, just to figure out his next move. So, they go together.

It’s only a one bedroom, but is more than enough space for them both. Gilbert finds work as a docent while Matthew works for a second degree in education.

He still plays hockey for a local league, Gilbert becoming their number one fan. They find their own rhythm, a pace that works for them both, where they can settle down or speed up when they agree with each other. Dewey mornings, warm summers, chilly evenings they spend them altogether.

They decide move up North closer to Gilbert’s hometown. Matthew’s more nervous meeting his grandparents than he was introducing Gilbert to his own family, but Gilbert assures him again and again they’re just a stuffy old family who actually really care about each other a lot more than they let off.

Gilbert’s grandfather towers over him, despite being a hair above 6 feet. He’s silent, eyes boring into Matthew as he introduces himself. And to end all of Matthew’s worries, the elder man pulls Matthew into a hug and tells him he’s glad him and Gilbert are home. Gilbert, just as perplexed as he, stares, but he melts into a pleased laugh.

Yeah, this is his and Gilbert’s home now.

They stay, for a long while, contemplate moving a few times, but they’re satisfied for now.

Gilbert and him always make time for each other, continue their own respective interests with complete support of the other. They’re never afraid to complain, because they always work through it rather then let it simmer.

Gilbert’s vivacious spirit keep them going, and Matthew’s heart keeps them grounded.

His life at first seem a little bit ordinary, but how can he complain when the pieces of the puzzle fit themselves in and stayed locked in tight.

#hetalia #prucan #prucanweek #APH Prussia #APH Canada #.txt post #I forgot all my writing tags #will fix later HAHA

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thenovelartist · 3 years

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Burned Beginnings, Chapter 8

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22. Anniversary

“Happy three month, one week, and four day anniversary!”

Marinette snorted, hanging her head instead of looking up to see him. “We are not doing that, are we?”

“Yup!” Adrien said, beaming.

With a sigh, Marinette looked back up at him, an accepting smile on her face. “And why, pray tell, are we celebrating this specific anniversary?”

Adrien gave his best pout. “Because it’s been almost three weeks since we’ve been able to have a date and I miss you.” The bakery had been busy the last couple weeks, packed with longer lines than normal and more special orders. Sadly, this meant he hadn’t been able to spend time with Marinette, and their attempt last week to get together ended up with them falling asleep in the middle of Fruits Basket.

Which attested to just how tired they were, because that was really hard to do in the middle of season three!

He supposed a nap date where she’d laid huddled against his chest while he snuggled her wasn’t a bad thing. On the contrary, it had been one of the best naps he’d ever had. But still, it wasn’t quite what he’d label as a date.

“Has it been that long?” Marinette questioned, her brow furrowed. “I feel like the days have all blended together lately.”

“Yeah. Our last official date was when we went out for breakfast and then around the park before coming back and working that first chaotic night shift.”

“Oh yeah,” Marinette said, eyes brightening in realization. “I totally forgot about that.”

“How could you forget me?” Adrien pouted.

“Easily,” Marinette sassed back with a wink.

He theatrically grasped at his chest above his heart. “Ouch, ice princess. You put Elsa to shame.”

She leveled a flat look at him.

“Oh? Does the princess wish I’d let it—”

“You’ve been banned. Good bye.”

“Wait, wait,” he cried, quickly catching the door before she could slam it in his face. “Come on, that was funny.”

“That joke is already dead. Don’t continue to beat the dead horse.”

“But it’s still relevant.”

“No. No, it’s not.”

He pouted, shooting her with his best pair of puppy dog eyes he could manage.

“I don’t care how cute you are.”

“Ouch,” he said, smile growing. “That was a cold one, princess.”

“Yeah, and don’t you forget it,” she said with a smirk.

“I won’t,” he assured. “Now, may the lovely royal princess of the bakery deign me worthy of entry into her humble abode?”

“You are such a dork.”

“Your dork.”

“My amusing peon.”

“Ouch!”

Giggling, she opened the door, letting him in.

Adrien happily walked in to the house that had become his second home. “So, for our anniversary, you want to go grab an ice cream on this nice day?”

Marinette frowned. “Actually, I’m really not up for going anywhere.”

“Oh? Are you not feeling we—”

He stopped, his eye catching the plastic Marinette had wrapped around her left arm. More accurately, catching sight of what was underneath the plastic.

She grinned, looking down at what looked like a fresh tattoo. “Yeah. Guess you could say that, but supposedly, that’s pretty typical.”

“Yeah, it is,” Adrien said, walking over to her so that he could examine the design better. “Mine hurt for days.”

“You have a large cat that wraps around your entire forearm. I don’t have anything that big.”

It wasn’t too big, but it was pretty. A few ladybugs sitting on some swirly flowers, a design that took up half of her inner forearm. The design was only about a quarter the size of his, but it felt very similar design-wise, each having an animal in a colorful, misty background that he believed was referred to as a watercolor affect. Hers was just pink compared to his green.

“It looks great,” he eventually said. “And really suits you.”

She grinned. “Thanks. And now, we match.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, look.” With that, Marinette bounced over to his right side, same side he had his tattoo on, before sliding her left hand into his right. “See? You’re the bad luck cat, and I’m the good luck ladybug. We match.”

Adrien stared at their conjoined hands, his eyes slowly drifting up to where his tattoo and hers met. “You got a tattoo… to match me?”

Marinette grinned. “Maybe it’s a little early for ‘matching couple tattoos, but I thought ‘why not?’ I’ve always liked your cat tattoo, so I planned out what I wanted to get so that we could match. I got yesterday after work, and since it’s the beginning of my ‘weekend’, I have time to just relax and let it heal.”

Adrien stared at it, his grin widening. “It suits you.”

“Thank you.”

“You know what this means, though, right?”

Marinette cocked her head. “What does it mean?”

“It means…” he drew out, leaning closer to her with a grin on his face. “You’re stuck with me forever, now that we have a couple tattoo.”

With a grin of her own, she leaned in closer, her nose just a centimeter from his. “Not until I get a ring.”

Without any hesitation, Adrien reached into his pocket. This was just intended to be a gift that he saw that made him think of her. One he impulsively bought one day going home from work. The tag said it was for the right hand.

But at the moment, he could think of no better place to put it than sliding it on her left ring finger right then and there.

“There you go. You’re mine now.”

Marinette froze, staring at the ring for a moment before chuckling awkwardly at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

Adrien knew why she felt so awkward. He did to. It had taken too long to realize for his head to catch up to his actions, and when it did, he himself had froze.

What did he just do?

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to marry her. On the contrary, he had actually already talked with her parents, gotten a blessing from her father, her ring size from her mother, and had ordered a ring last night. He’d planned out just how he was going to propose to her. It was going to be during a perfect date with dinner and candles and a chance to let her dress up. Basically, the whole shebang.

And here he was, proposing with an inexpensive cat ring.

Actually, he realized he hadn’t proposed at all. He’d just stuck the ring on her finger and called it good.

He had to fix this. He had to get his mouth to formulate words first.

“I… I mean…”

Great, his face was red, Marinette was waiting for a well-deserved answer, and he was incapable of giving it to her.

“Adrien, you are not serious.” Her words came out flatly, but Adrien knew her well enough to hear the undertone of panic in them

“Um…” he fought hard for the words that came to him next. “About marrying you? Yes. Absolutely. Without a doubt, I’d chase you to the ends of the earth to make you mine. About this ring being the engagement one, though, no. Most certainly not.”

“You are not serious,” she repeated, her voice weaker than before while her knees began to bend as though she might collapse. Tears began welling in her eyes, and Adrien was growing nervous.

“I’m sorry!” Adrien finally got out, panicked. “I had something so much better planned out, and I definitely should have thought that through—”

“I’m not talking about that, you stupid idiot!” she cried. In a flash, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung tight. “That was so unromantic and I shouldn’t have expected anything less from you.”

By now, Adrien could hear the tears in her voice, but considering the way she clung to him, she wasn’t too mad about this poorly planned out engagement. “Yeah, it will be one for the books,” he surrendered, hugging her back tightly. “But, is that a yes?”

She nodded, clinging to him tighter. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said with a sigh, the tension leaving his body. “But you’re okay with that, right?”

She sniffed. “Yeah,” she admitted. “Unfortunately, I’m a little too okay with that.”

Adrien just chuckled. “I’ll take it.”

23. Sunset

Marinette looked at the little black kitty ring on her finger. Under normal circumstances, it signaled that she was engaged.

In her case, it signaled she was engaged to an idiot.

“I still can’t believe I did that.”

Marinette chuckled at the blonde man beside her hanging his head in his hand. At the moment, they were finishing up their impromptu date of actually getting the ice cream Adrien had wanted to get last weekend before staying out the rest of the afternoon and finding a spot to grab dinner. But dinner had ended and they hadn’t wanted to hog the table at the restaurant, so Adrien was escorting her home. However, as per usual, neither wanted to part, hence why they were procrastinating their parting on a bench in the park while they watched the sunset.

“Can’t get more spontaneous of a proposal than that,” she teased. Shockingly, she didn’t mind it, though. Adrien looked like he hadn’t even realized what he’d done until after he did it. The horror on his face still shone clear in her memory, bringing a grin to her lips. It really would be one for the books.

But still, he’d made it clear that he earnestly wanted to marry her, and in the end, that’s all that mattered to her.

“You have to know I meant it!” he cried, looking up to her with a faint blush on his cheeks. “I just… did not think that through.”

“At least you’re pretty.”

“Hey, I am plenty bright!”

“Really? Because I think a few bulbs need to be changed in your attic.”

“Says the crazy woman who not only accepted that proposal but is still wearing the cat ring.”

She sniggered. He had her there. “Well, I guess I’m a sucker for honestly.”

Adrien shook his head, a bemused smile on his face. “I’m glad that part came through, at the very least.”

Looking over at the man next to her, Marinette couldn’t help but feel happy. Botched proposal and all, she didn’t mind it one bit. They would always be a little chaotic, they’d always have their back-and-forth banter, but they’d also always have each other’s backs and ultimately would always be each other’s biggest support. The proposal just felt par for their course.

Plus, it would not only make for great stories but great teasing fodder, and Marinette was always down for anything that gave her the upper hand.

“Hey,” she said, voice earnest as she reached out to grab his hand. “Just so you know, I’ll probably never let up teasing you about it.”

He huffed in amusement. “I would think there was something seriously wrong with you if you did.”

“But,” she finished, “I am still very happy.”

His smile turned soft, and Marinette thought she might as well melt right then and there. “Well, I’m glad about that,” Adrien said, raising her hand to his lips so he could kiss her knuckles. “But there is definitely one thing I have to fix.”

Marinette quirked a brow, confused for a second before realizing what he was referring to. “The ring?” she asked, wiggling her left ring finger. “Because I’m not gonna lie, I would like an actual one.”

“Yeah? Well how about this one?” That’s when Adrien slid off the park bench, getting on one knee before her and reached into his pocket. Biting her lip to withhold a girlish squeal, Marinette found that she really didn’t care what the ring looked like.

But she wasn’t going to lie, the stunning blue sapphire he presented her with was freaking gorgeous.

“I know diamonds are traditional,” he said, tugging her left hand closer to him. “But you’re not some average girl. I didn’t think something like that would suit you. Marinette, I would like to apologize for not doing this right the first time, but I’m so grateful that you accepted anyway. I’m so thankful to have you in my life, so much so that I want you to stay by my side as my life-long partner. So with this ring, I’ll ask you properly this time. Marinette, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Marinette felt the tears prickling her eyes. It was such an easy question, and yet, getting the word to roll of her tongue was difficult. She nodded fervently. “Yes!”

With a grin, Adrien took off the kitty ring and replaced it with the one glittering in his hand. Once he did that, she threw her arms around his neck, clinging tightly to him just as she had the first time he proposed.

There were a few cheers and a round of applause from the people around them, but Marinette couldn’t care less. For better or worse, she was going to marry this idiot.

She couldn’t ask for anything better than that.

24. Balcony

Adrien stood out on his tiny balcony, looking up at the stars and purposefully ignoring his phone.

More specifically, the message his father had left him.

It’s been over a year. The message said. What are you doing with your life now?

Good question.

Adrien sighed, his eyes shutting as he hung his head. Well, he was still working at Tom and Sabine’s bakery, and honestly, he was pretty happy with that. He got to work with people he loved doing something that he did find enjoyable. He never really fancied himself to be the creative type, but finding himself in the kitchen while crafting desserts and making bread had brought more joy into his life than modeling ever had. On top of that, he was getting married. He thought that was a good accomplishment.

But he knew it wouldn’t be good enough for his father.

He heard his phone buzz again and groaned. The last thing he did was want to answer it.

What would I even say? He thought, rubbing his forehead in a vain attempt to relieve the growing stress headache.

Unfortunately, he was too curious for his own good. And that curiosity won out over his reluctance.

He walked inside to where he’d left his phone sitting on the bed side table. Bracing himself, he tapped the screen, only for all tension to instantly drain form his body upon learning it wasn’t a text from his father but rather from Marinette.

You want to go do something tomorrow?

He smiled, collapsing back onto his bed with a smile. Of course he wanted to do something tomorrow. What, he didn’t know, but didn’t really care, either. They always had fun together whatever they did.

He opened the text and started a reply before stopping and deciding to give her a call instead.

“Hey, hot stuff,” she said. He could hear the flirty grin on her face. “Missed the sound of my voice?”

He grinned. “Yeah. Guess you could say that.”

There was a pause on the other side of the line. “Something wrong?” she asked, all teasing gone from her tone.

Adrien sighed. “My father.”

“What happened?”

“Oh, you know, he kicked me out and now is wanting to know what I’m doing with my life.”

He heard her scoff over the phone. “Really?”

“Yeah, but I don’t really want to talk about that right now,” he said. “Right now, I just want to hear your voice.”

“Oh? What do you want to talk about then? My thoughts on that new anime you showed me?’

He chuckled. “You could talk about the weather and I’d be cool with it.”

“Well,” she began in a smooth voice. “Tonight’s forecast includes clear skies with no stars due to light pollution. A light breeze blows through the city tonight towards the Eiffel tower, whatever direction that is. It is an undetermined temperature, but comfortably cool enough to be outside in a short sleeve tee-shirt. How’s that?”

Adrien could feel his worries ease away at the sound of her voice, her sass, spunk, and sarcasm still coming through even through her calm tone. He really loved this woman and was the luckiest guy alive to be marrying her. “It’s perfect.”

#miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #AdrinetteApril2021 #adrienette #adrinette #fluff #just fluff #2 proposals

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steponmepinkjun · 4 years

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What if you were the LI, and the Arcana babes were romancing you? Here's a lil HC of what their fanblog dedicated to you might be like ❤️✨💋

The LIs Running a Fanblog About You

Warning: This contains Spicey content. If you're not okay with the LIs being lusty for you, this may not be your cup of tea 🤷🏻‍♀️

Asra ~

Welcome to the land of Yearning™

If anyone wants moodboards, playlists, or fic recs for you… Asra is their go-to

He didn't plan to end up in this Fandom, like at all. He actually laughed when Julian told him he would love this dating sim

As soon as he saw your face on his phone screen, though, he felt something change in him. He couldn't place it at first, and he denied it for a long time

But after a while, he couldn't help but smile every time he thought of you. Your name gave him butterflies, your smiling face made him blush

He felt silly for being so invested in a character in a game… but he couldn't deny the way his chest felt lighter every time he thought of you

He started out small, searching for fanart of you, because the time allowed in-game just wasn't enough. Soon enough he's running a fanblog and gushing about you daily

Your CGs make him sigh with love and longing every time he sees them. (Your Love Confession CG is his phone background, and the header of his blog)

He makes gorgeous watercolor artwork of you, and is always open to commissions. You've brought him so much joy, he couldn't keep you all to himself

Asra's a little apprehensive of letting his followers know he regularly consumes Spicey Content about you… but once he does, he gets flooded with requests for increasingly kinky HCs/fics (which he may or may not oblige, but certain topics definitely, uh, pique his interest, so to speak)

Don't tell him I told you this, but ever since he played your route, he thinks of you whenever he's, ummm, having some Me x Me time 👀

Definitely says your name when he cums

Julian ~

You truly don't know the meaning of Horny Jail until you picture Julian's fanblog for you

First of all, you're the only LI he even bothers with

He's loyal asf to you. It's YouXJulian 10Evr, no exceptions. Even poly ships don't fly in his house. He's devoted to you and you alone

He sketches now and again, but is much more comfortable writing about his love affair with you

Definitely writes long, dramatic, beautifully poetic slow-burn fics about you, interspersed with some heavy D/s stuff that he openly admits might be OOC since it's purely self indulgent

The actual king of hurt/comfort smut

It physically pains him to read sad fics/HCs about you, but goddamn he loves the drama of a good redemption arc

May or may not have spent a fair bit of time searching his local cornhub for actors that resemble you to, uh, admire in action

Every song he hears, he imagines you dancing to. Every movie he watches, he imagines holding your hand as you watch it together

Knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that he would treat you better than anyone else ever could

Any blogs that criticize/flame you? Blocked. And he won't apologize.

Cosplays as you to feel closer and more connected to you 🥺👉👈

Nadia ~

She is That Blog that's a Big Fucking Deal in the fandom because of her beautiful artwork

She may have played other routes first, or after you, but she's very vocal about how you are without a doubt her favorite, and no one could ever tear her attention away

Her artwork of you is always colorful and sumptuous, it feels intimate and personal, like she knows you better than she should be able to

Is a big supporter of other blogs dedicated to you or the other LIs, always reblogs talented work and boosts newcomers to the fandom

Takes her a while to be convinced to make Spicey/NSFW artwork about you… and even then, she keeps it Suggestive rather than All Out Nude

Does that mean she doesn't have some TRULY nasty artwork of you on her desktop for when she's in the mood? Absolutely not 🙊

Is the most Lowkey Horny about her obsession with you. Unless you're close with her, you'll never get to glimpse the depths of her Need™ for you

Super open to taking commissions for artwork of you and other people's OCs, or of you and other LIs from the game

In fact it kinda Does Sumthin To Her to think of you getting down and dirty with someone else 👀

(as long as she gets to watch)

Muriel ~

Get ready to get fucking SOFT AS HELL, yall

No one who knows him IRL knows he plays this game, let alone that he runs a blog dedicated to your character

He doesn't even put his real name on his blog lmfao he is on the DL for real

He mostly starts his blog so he has a way to feel more connected to you and to explore the small, quiet moments that must take place in between the major plot points of your route

It probably takes him several months of prodding and encouragement, but he eventually gives in to his followers' requests for original content from him

Cue the softest, most sunlit, loving, intimate, vulnerable artwork and fics you have ever fucking seen

He's really a sucker for depicting the little stolen moments in his imagined everyday life with you

His HCs are things like what you look like when you sleep, what music you listen to when you drive, what your guilty pleasures at the grocery store are, what your favorite hiking trails look like, etc

It's not that he's ashamed of having Certain Feelings about you

But he doesn't even trust having those kind of fics in his drafts. He screenshots them and consults them late at night when he's alone 👀

When he sees soft, intimate smut, oooooooo he's so taken he might just reblog it

Portia ~

Loving you is not a fad to Portia. It is a lifestyle.

Her blog is modelled after what she imagines her home with you would look like: soft, cozy, warm, unassuming, full of light

The undisputed Queen of Fluff

Whether it's artwork, long fics, HCs, or soothing playlists, Portia manages to evoke the feeling of spending a lazy afternoon with you under the springtime sun in every single one

She's big on protecting your character. Doesn't even dream of creating content that might make you uncomfortable, if you were to see it

MAKES THE MOST FUN AND ENERGIZED CONTENT EVER

What would you dress as for Halloween? Portia already sketched it

Your favorite Gaga song? Portia has a HC that outlines your thoughts on every album's major bangers

Movies that radiate your energy? Portia has an in-depth analysis on deck including what movies you'd love to Netflix and Chill to

Her Spicey Content is very intimate and personal, but that absolutely does not mean it's lacking in wanton, shameless horniness

Get a couple glasses of wine in her and she WILL be drunk-blogging about how unfair it is that you're not real

Lucio ~

100% thirst blog. Shameless asf about it, too

Definitely HCs that all his kinks are your kinks, too

Probably can't draw or write for shit but he'll be damned if that's gonna stop him

Mostly reblogs Spicey content about you, but gets highkey possessive asf if anyone else ships themselves with you

If anyone wants to ship you with their OCs? He's unfollowing

He played your route first, he knew you were perfect as soon as he saw you

Doesn't bother playing the other routes. He knows they could never measure up to you ❤

He's biiiiig into smut written about You x Reader, it lets him imagine himself being the one who's bringing you all that pleasure 👀

He always says he prefers fics where you take a more submissive role, but if he sees a fic of you Domming… he's gonna be in bed the rest of the day, uh, studying that fic, ahem

He knows he shouldn't, but if he sees someone talk about disliking you… He's gonna report their blog for hate speech and also block them

Doesn't want his followers to think he's sappy so he doesn't reblog any soff/fluffy fics about you. He will, however, save them to his drafts and read them over and over when he's having a bad day

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( margaret qualley, cis female, muse f ) oh snap ! is that BLAIR SHAPIRO? they work over at high volume where some of the other employees have labeled them as THE FACADE. that’s probably because they can be a bit ( vivacious ) but also pretty ( impetuous. ) they’re 24 and they’ve been living in woodstock for ALL THEIR LIFE...MOSTLY. it must be their shift because i totally hear ELVIS PRESLEY blasting from the record store. ( smoking a joint by the dumpsters on break, ripped black tights with beat-up converse, smudged black eyeliner, & the smell of smoke and whiskey ) [ KATI, 24, EST, SHE/HER ]

stats / pinterest / connections

inspiration.

mia wallace – pulp fiction

audrey horne – twin peaks

michelle burroughs – dazed & confused

dylan sanders – charlie’s angels

fleabag – fleabag

marla singer – fight club

daisy jones – daisy jones & the six

background.

drug use tw.

blair was an accident. when lila and geoff were 48 and 52 respectively, they’d figured they were all dried up and done. they had three kids that they’d just about put through college and they figured the next children in their lives would be…grandchildren. until lila discovered that she was pregnant with blair – a miracle ! but not exactly part of their perfect plan, no.

so, blair was not born into a traditional home. lila and geoff’s parenting style was…absent, to say the least. they knew not to panic over much, they didn’t hover, and blair pretty much had free reign. despite having three siblings, they were older and moved out, so…blair’s earliest years were rather lonely. she spent a lot of time making up games for herself, coming up with her own things to do.

blair was a liar, but a good one. on the playground, she would often spin wild tales about herself and her family, how she was a lost princess, the way she’d been possessed by a demon last week, or the ghost that lived in her attic. they were mostly harmless lies, but often times, kids had trouble differentiating what was true and what was false about blair. sometimes, blair did too.

blair always had a lot of different hobbies to keep herself busy, and she has a lot of strange talents. she can probably solve a rubix cube faster than anyone you know, she’s great at knitting, and has a real way with watercolors. she gets in her head that she wants to learn something and becomes obsessed with it for a while. when she feels like she’s mastered it, she becomes bored and drops it, so she’s good at a lot of things but not GREAT.

blair had her first cigarette when she was eleven, and she started smoking pot soon after. it was only up from there as the years went on and she started experimenting with coke and psychedelics, really for the adventure of it all. the buzz kills the boredom, and when she goes out, she knows how to be the life of the party. most people regard her as a bit weird, but in an oddly charming way, and she knows how to work that to her advantage.

that said, she’s an absolute hazard. lack of friends meant lack of people to look after her when she got out of control.

when she was eighteen, she packed up her things and moved to LA. she had it in her mind – she was going to be an actress. it was her latest obsession, at least, and it sounded like the perfect adventure. blair’s genuinely talented, but also has a knack for falling in with seedy people. when she was there, she met a man who offered to get her in on a pilot – he said he could make her a star. you know how these things go. it was a literal trip infused with sex, drugs, and booze, slumming it in this older man’s apartment with…a few other girls, too. whatever shitty pilot they pulled together was never picked up.

it was the night that things went too far that sent her packing. fucked out of her mind, one of the girls she lived with was was convulsing on the floor, in need of medical attention. she nearly died, and blair was the one who got her to the hospital. blair was the only one there for this girl in the waiting room, and she hardly knew her. she realized that would be her if the tables were turned – she had NO ONE, and she missed woodstock. she missed having people.

not much scares blair, but it was an awakening that sent her packing for home for the time being, spinning elaborate tails of how amazing it was in hollywood and the great show they’d been filming – and how all of those old hollywood men were just not clever enough to understand the avant garde concepts of the show.

blair has been back in woodstock for almost a year now, but she only recently started back at high volume. maybe with some slight ambition of getting out of her parent’s house.

she says she’ll go back someday but deep down she knows she’s not going anywhere. she smokes a joint by the dumpsters on her break, and spends weeks on her latest obsession. right now, it’s gardening. blair says she’s fine being alone, but the primary motivation for a lot of her mistakes is wanting acceptance, approval, and wanting to fit in.

personality.

VIVACIOUS. to put it simply, an interaction with blair can be pretty memorable – she’s animated in her speech, full of life and excitement for what she’s passionate about, although equally annoyed and quick to anger when something bothers her. essentially, she puts all of herself into whatever the flavor of the moment is, but she’s high-spirited and definitely has the kind of stature that commands attention in a room.

IMPETUOUS. impulsive to a fault, blair has been known to act quickly without care. she’s headstrong and moves quick, a torrential person who isn’t afraid to march to the beat of her own drum whenever it suits her. this sort of heedless and reckless behavior has been known to get her into some trouble or even lead to some REGRETS, but blair will never change because she’d rather make a few mistakes than allow herself to be left wondering.

EASILY BORED/DISSATISFIED. blair’s attention is fickle as all hell, always jumping from one thing to the next. she might change conversation topics quickly, she goes through hobbies like outfits, and will lose interest if something doesn’t challenge her. it almost seems like she’s constantly looking for the next thing, which is a cruel irony for a girl who’s just found herself back where she started.

ADVENTUROUS. always up for a good time, you can trust blair to be open to trying anything at least once. and even then, she’ll try a failed plan again just to make sure it really doesn’t work. blair is open-minded, down for new ideas and experiences, and she’ll try to convince you to join her. i think it would be easy to describe her as BOLD.

DISHONEST. see, if you do something with blair, don’t be surprised if the story she tells afterward doesn’t exactly match up with what happened. blair will embellish on the details of her life with a certain amount of creative freedom. mostly, the way blair lies is pretty harmless, she’s just trying to make her life seem more exciting or better to herself, but it can really rub people the wrong way.

FUN-LOVING. for all the...deterimental aspects of hanging out with blair, it’s hard to deny that there’s a certain charm about hanging out with someone who just wants to have a good time and wants you to have fun, too. you could probably get the sense that something exciting is going to happen when blair is around, and that’s partially because she invites it or even causes it.

headcanons.

has really old-fashioned taste in things because of her parents and older siblings. so, her likes are more from like the 40s-60s in terms of music and films.

favorite movie is vertigo.

still lives at home. she keeps saying she’s going to move out, but she keeps blowing her paychecks on drugs and other stupid shit. she’s super impulsive and if she sees something she likes, she’s going to buy it immediately.

still thinks about being an actress, and would still like to do it. one of her better party tricks is doing impressions ? she can do lots of different voices and impersonate celebrities. she is good at getting in character.

any time she’s where nobody knows her, she will always pretend to be someone else. at a club, at a party, or even sometimes to random customers that come into the store. she’ll give herself a random name and a personality. she loves to do accents.

never got very good grades in school, barely skated by graduating, i feel like she got held back a year at a young age like when reading starts to be a thing. she has dyslexia, but it wasn’t diagnosed until she was in the fourth or fifth grade because no one was really…paying attention. they just thought she was too hyperactive to be able to focus on reading.

got into mixology for a bit so she can make a damn good drink. however, she loves to mix all sorts of things and make up her own drinks as well. those are…hit or miss.

loves to dance ! put any music on and she will be dancing around the store.

not very good at small talk and hey how are yas. essentially, she lacks tact and will jump right into whatever she wants to talk to you about. and if she doesn’t want to talk to you…she won’t. very blunt.

birthday is nov. 18 !! a scorpio baby and she has the unhinged bold n possessive nature to proe it.

wanted connections (link).

#volumeintro #* 🎵⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ intro. ⠀ ❫#hi <3

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years

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Hi! Could you please write hcs on yakuza Johnny, Gyro, Diego, and Giorno’s ‘weak spots’? Like things their S/O can do that would make them melt? Hopefully I’m not bugging you, haha

Hello anon~! Of course I can~! hehe I hope you enjoy these hcs~! And sweet pea, you’re not bugging me at all~! I’m just ecstatic that so many people enjoy this AU~! ;; <3

Now, since this one doesn’t have a specified reader type, I’ll go ahead and work with a Underling!Reader ~!

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ᴍᴇʟᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ; ɢʏʀᴏ ; ᴅɪᴇɢᴏ ; ɢɪᴏʀɴᴏ | [𝕁𝕁𝔹𝔸] Yakuza!AU | Head Canons

ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴊᴏᴇꜱᴛᴀʀ

First and foremost, some background with this relationship. Johnny never anticipated to feel the way he does for another person, more or less an underling of all people. Though he has his distrust for all their underlings, he keeps a majority of those opinions to himself-- rather he tries to.

However, his world is thrown for a loop when he meets her. Despite being an underling, her absolute drive and motivation to accomplish her duties was something he couldn’t really keep his eyes off of. Eventually, they end up together. Johnny becoming a smidgen more interested in the work all the underlings do to help keep the business afloat.

He won’t lie when he’s playing favorites, he’ll be distinctively clear on that. Those who work hard and have strong loyalties to the Joestar family are the ones he has a... in a sense, kinder eye to.

With time, he ends up going on more missions with her; to observe or to mock no one would ever really know, but least to say the pair grew quite close in that aspect; and no matter how much coaxing he tried, he couldn’t get her to budge from the position she choose for herself.

Now then, our reader has had an ample amount of time to observe and understand the little ticks of Johnny, and even more so once they’re officially together. It’s easy to say that within Johnny’s faction, if he happens to have a large amount of pent up rage, she’s the first to be called to settle him down.

First it’s her soft voice luring him back into the world, and then it’s her soft touch against his palm, her fingers tracing simple yet meaningful words into his palm while she counts down. That’s one of the few things that she does to calm him down.

The other is during their more private moments, when it’s just the two of them. Being on his lap helps soothes his more humane thoughts of losing her, and the sweet and simple kisses are what truly melt him.

He absolutely will without a doubt become putty in her hands after 2-3 solid sweet kisses. Though the key to this is eye contact and reassuring smiles.

Though it is harder to bring him down to the ground once his emotions flip to his more...sporadic emotions, it’s the same nonetheless, except a much more blunt way of handling things. A strong yank down and a firm kiss is all it really takes to melt him back into her hands, and she’s learned to keep him in place until he melts.

ɢʏʀᴏ ᴢᴇᴘᴘᴇʟɪ

For Gyro, he isn’t opposed to the relationship. Rather he welcomes it with open arms! Their meeting is purely coincidental. During one of Gyro’s mock experiments with a live subject, she had waltzed in with a couple of heavy injuries.

Thankfully they weren’t fatal, but she was pretty certain the blood loss aided in getting her through the ordeal of having to stare at a screaming person whilst the mad doctor treated her wounds; and because of that he ticks her off in his mental box as someone of interest.

As time passes and her visits frequent, with each visit getting much more bizarre every time, the closer the pair become. He questions her, probes her, and dissects every word she utters for a better understanding as to why she acts and responds the way she does around him, and to say the least he becomes absolutely starstruck when he realizes that she doesn’t mind his grotesque work, and is actually interested in his research aspect.

Thus, they spend more time in his office reviewing over his old files as he understands the operating room isn’t for everyone, and that’s when he realizes that even the mad doctor himself has some weak and soft spots.

It starts off as a simple brush against his ear. The way her fingers delicately brush his hair out of his face and the affectionate eyes she held towards him.

The next is when he allows her to play and brush his hair. It’s almost comical how it comes about, but in the end he naturally becomes putty in her hands when he’s seated before her and her fingers begin to work their magic on his hair.

But if there is one thing that will always be considered as his most prized and valuable possession, it would be a small spherical orb. It’s unique shape and functions amusing him as she gifted him the little trinket; and let it be known that whoever touches it besides him or her, they would never see the light of day or another human being ever again.

ᴅɪᴇɢᴏ ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏ

Cunning to a fault, Diego has no qualms intermingling with his underlings within his faction. Rather he relishes in the fact that he can blend in with their crowds with ease.

That’s exactly how he met her. A sort of routine clean-up and check-up that he planned in his mind as he evaluated each of his underlings. Who would fail and who would pass? It was a game he enjoyed in his past time, and the looks of horror he sees when they realize it’s him is what brings him the most joy. The moment when their minds are in a frazzled and weak state.

Yet with her he didn’t exactly see that. Yes, he had managed to surprise her with his sudden appearance, but unlike most it took a second longer for him to pry into her mind; unlike the rest of the underlings he had managed to check off. Thus, she ended up being promoted to a higher ranking underling.

Eventually, he finds himself frequently checking up on her. His reports stacking up as his observations become almost obsessive with her, and he’s absolutely shocked when she confronts him about it. It brings a coy smirk to his face knowing that he has such a valuable asset in his arsenal.

With time, he comes to terms with his emotions and realizes that he has fallen in love with his subordinate, and her with his strange yet endearing self.

The way Diego falls and melts is...in a sense peculiar. It’s rather comical in one sense, and very sad in another as his upbringing is shone more in the light. He adores affection, despite the front he puts up against it, he absolutely loves it.

The moments that melt him the most is when he’s curled up next to her watching a documentary on dinosaurs. His arms wrapped loosely around her waist and his head laying on her shoulder will always bring him at ease, and her gentle hands against his back always help in bringing him down from a stressful day.

As for any sudden weaknesses or melting points, it would be the nape of his neck. A quick kiss or teasing blow of air will have him struggling and stumbling over himself. Make no mistake, if she does this in a public area, he won’t hesitate to ravage her right then and there.

ɢɪᴏʀɴᴏ ɢɪᴏᴠᴀɴɴᴀ

Due to his upbringing, Giorno is a man of secrets and respect. Unlike the eldest Dio, he’s much more compassionate to his underlings like Jonathon and in a sense, Diego. He’s patient and loves to hear of what goes on in his subordinate’s minds.

Be it for the greater good or the worst he finds the information valuable and handy in any sort of situation that may arise in the future. He meets her on a whim, it’s during her rookie training and hazing when he faces her, and is quite impressed to say the least when she holds her own rather well against the veteran underlings.

He ends up frequently checking up on her, having her stop by to provide her reports in person as well as telling him of any troubles within the lower ranks of his faction. Though to his absolute surprise-- one of the few times he can be caught off guard-- she’s not someone who came for the Joestar family, but the new Passione gang.

To say the least he’s smitten right then and there. After all, Passione was his own work, his own undoing and rebuilding. None of his siblings had really stepped foot into helping him and it proved to be one of his greater accomplishments.

Eventually, he finds himself aching for her daily talks, and finds himself smiling every so often after she leaves. He’s told by Bruno, and he too can agree it’s an odd soft spot he’s grown.

Though once together, the little ticks and habits Giorno has is exploited fully by her. She doesn’t hesitate to put him in his place and will help in any way she can to calm him down if he’s enraged, but god help her if he ever is enraged.

The one thing that will absolutely melt Giorno’s facade is in the little moments in their shared room. If he’s laying on his stomach topless, she’ll paint beautiful pictures or words with watercolor. The intimate moment is something Giorno always looks forward to no matter the skill level of his significant other as the ministrations and her humming will always bring him into a new plane of existence.

A surprising way to bring him down or to exploit his weakness, is by tugging his hair down/up to eye level roughly it brings him pain, but also an awakening to what he’s been doing and how he should actually be handling a situation.

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