#whenever i feel bad i draw really quick soft stuff or sketch things i don’t usually draw

[a-sketchy]

just a couple colour palette doodles

#p5 #goro akechi #my art #persona 5 #p5 akechi #minimal tags cause this is just a doodle #funnily enough this could be considered vent art lol #whenever i feel bad i draw really quick soft stuff or sketch things i don’t usually draw #i’m good now but drawing these kinds of things is soothing #cause i don’t feel pressured to make them perfect

[ohmyitsfaith]

Sudoku-Saturdays

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: "hi! well i just read something from you of five and i loved it! i was hoping to request smth where th reader is mexican? and five starts liking how she swears in spanish but is in denial? and idk you could write whatever prompt you like you’re a genius, maybe some angst to fluff? ilysm! thank you!" -Requested by bagel(🥯) anon

Warnings: I think nothing? Only the usual swearing

Word count: 1.2k

A/n: Well... I think after reading this, you’ll agree with me that I’m not a language genius. If I messed up something in spanish, please correct me. I used google translate. But I really hope you guys like it!

When Five met you, he would’ve bet, that your mother language was English. You spoke fluently and easily like it was no one’s business. So when you first cursed in Spanish, he was shocked to say the least. Now, it wasn’t like one word, no! It was full sentences which he wished he would understand. And when you saw his amazed face you let out that giggle he oh so adored.

But let’s not get that far. He would never admit it to even himself that he liked you. Not to mention you. For one, he was scared. Scared of what you’ll say and scared of what his siblings. Not that he cared about what his siblings would say… no… It’s his business anyway, not theirs. Well that’s what he kept saying to himself.

“Que cojones?!” your voice cut through his thoughts. (What the fuck?!)

He looked up from his book, right at your frustrated form. You were solving a Sudoku and you were getting madder and madder as none of your methods worked. You erased the whole thing again and restarted it. Five giggled quietly and stood up. He walked over to you and stood over you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Does it look like?” you glared at him.

Five rolled his eyes and pulled out a chair next to you. He leaned over, so he could help and that action sent a blush up both of your cheeks.

“Okay, so have you tried going by rows?” he asked softly, resting his chin in his hand.

“Yes and it didn’t turn out good. Somewhere along the line, I fucked it up” you sighed, your accent thickening as your frustration grew.

“Okay… have you tried going by columns then?”

“Yes, I tried that as well. Again, fucked up.”

“Squares?”

“I cannot work like that” you shook your head.

“Then we shall try all three at the same time” he let out a small smile and you were quick enough to catch it.

You smiled back at him then sighed, picking up the pencil again. With Five’s help, you slowly worked on the Sudoku. A long time passed, enjoying each other’s company, solving Sudoku after Sudoku. You swapped ideas and also just talked about stuff in general.

The Sudoku afternoon turned out to be great and you both decided that you should make every Saturday a Sudoku-Saturday. That decision seemed to be a win, since you got to spend time together as friends but also, it caused Five to think more about his feelings that he was still reluctant to admit to himself.

One time, Five was nowhere to be found. You were sitting in the library and waiting for him to join, mindlessly sketching beside the Sudoku squares, careful not to mess up anything. You waited for almost an hour and slowly the sketch turned out to be Five. You only noticed it, when a voice brought you out of your deep thoughts.

“I’m sorry I was late.”

You looked up and saw your friend. You smiled at him softly and shrugged.

“I was just taking a nap and it turned longer than I expected to” he said, pulling his chair out and sitting next to you.

“It’s no big deal. It’s not like we don’t have time” you smiled.

“What did you do while I was absent?” Five asked.

“Oh, I…” you stopped, looking down on the paper. “I- I guess I drew you? I honestly didn’t pay any attention to what I was doing.”

Five furrowed his brows and looked at the paper in front of you. It really was him. And it wasn’t a bad sketch either. It had captured his jawline and cheekbones perfectly, not to mention the details like his eyebrows or the little dimple that showed when he smiled.

“This is amazing! I didn’t know you were so good at drawing!” he said, the amazement showing in his voice.

“Oh, it’s merely a sketch, it’s nothing to be amazed about” you dismissed shyly.

“But it really is. It’s brilliant. Look, you did my awful jawline and cheekbones perfectly.”

“You have a beautiful jawline, Five” you said, looking at him.

He looked into your eyes and saw something he didn’t notice until that. The look in your eyes suggested that his feelings are returned, but he was still reluctant to admit it.

“Eres hermoso, Five” you said softly. (You’re beautiful)

Although he didn’t understand it, it felt like a compliment. His heart started racing as he glanced down at your lips then back at your eyes. Your gaze was soft, he’d almost say loving. You both started leaning in and slowly you closed your eyes. Your lips met in the middle, in the softest kiss. His hands almost immediately flew up to your cheek and pulled your face closer to his as he proceeded to deepen the kiss he sought for so long. And only now dared he acknowledge the love he felt for you.

You sighed contently into the kiss, feeling like you finally arrived home. His lips were so soft on top of yours and it felt like they finally found each other after many lifetimes. Like you found each other after many lifetimes.

“Te quiero” you whispered softly onto his lips, not daring to separate from the warmth that it spread through your veins. (I love you)

Five wanted to ask you what it meant, but he felt like if he gets separated from your lips, you’ll disappear forever. So he just pressed his lips on your again, in a more hungry kiss. Your breath hitched at the raw energy that radiated from the boy. And as you ran your tongue against his lower lip, you felt the familiar nausea that hit you every time Five brought you with him in a spatial jump. Your suspicion was verified when you fell back.

Five landed on you and you both looked around. You were in the kitchen, lying on the floor. A laugh broke out of you as your realized what just happened.

“That’s new” Five said, clearing his throat.

“Really?” you asked sarcastically, sitting up and looking at the flustered boy.

“Shut up” he mumbled, his blush darkening.

“Come here” you pulled him closer to you by his tie and pecked his lips before hugging him.

“I hate you” he mumbled as a giggle rose from your chest.

“I was pretty sure that kiss suggested the opposite of that” you teased him.

“No, I hate you.”

“Well that’s a shame” you sighed. “Because I love you, querido.” (darling)

“Okay, you’ll need to teach me some Spanish” he sighed, looking up at you.

“We have all the time in the world” you looked down at him, smiling softly.

He stood up and pulled you up as well. He looked down at you, holding your hands.

“I love you” he said softly.

“I love you too” you said and rising to your tiptoes, you kissed him again.

The random spatial jumps continued to happen whenever your kisses got heated, but you didn’t really mind as you could see your (now) boyfriend flustered, which you found cute. You also kept up your Sudoku-Saturdays even though they were now filled with spontaneous kissing as well. Life was taking a turn for the better as time went on and you couldn’t be happier.

[Masterlist]

#five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves x y/n #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy x you #the umbrella academy x y/n #the umbrella academy five #tua x reader #tua x you #tua x y/n #tua five

[hhhecates]

Hi and happy new year! Saw ur College! Xiao work (amazing stuff as always!) and what if one day Reader customizes his dance shoes (maybe his pointe shoes or soft shoes). He loves the gift and wants to use them so BAD but they might get worn very quickly with his intense practice routine. And um do you know about character shoes? I used to do ballet (i left haha) but don’t know if every kid who takes ballet learns to dance with character shoes. character shoes for girls are these plain black heels (with 3-5 cm heels i think?), but I’m not sure if there’s a male equivalent for them but what if Xiao just buys a pair out of curiosity and character shoes can be cheaper than other heeled dance shoes for men. reader sees him dancing in them. (You wrote him off as liking platforms too, which is where i got the image of Xiao in character shoes)

Hello love^^ happy new year to you as well!

I'm really glad you enjoyed the xiao college hcs hehe.

Also this is such a soft idea please-- reader probably would,,, though im not sure if ballet shoes are customizable since you know, you gotta do all that breaking them in if we're talking about pointe shoes but xiao would probably ask you to decorate an old pair of platforms he doesn't really use anymore but are too comfortable to throw away. Boy is literally blown away when he sees the finished product, you'll see him looking at them with the most smitten smile on his face. Also he both wants to wear them 24/7 and never wear them at all cause they're now too precious to him, but after quite a bit of convincing, you'll get him to wear them also cause he really reaaaally wants to. Though whenever they get even a little dirty or the paint starts to chip away slightly xiao gets so pouty and sad,,, please offer him to customize more of his shoes, or hoodies as well! He has plenty of those, and he'd love to revamp some with you ngl he's in more for the experience, because he loves spending time with you like this, loves seeing you at work but in a casual way as well.

Oh, to pointe shoes and breaking them in back real quick,,, think about breaking pointe shoes in with xiao. The first time he shows you, you're horrified, cause damn those things are so expensive and he's here ripping them open, stomping his heel on them, banging them together and cutting pieces in front of you. Xiao is so amused by your reaction as well, but then you start helping him doing it and it's such a fun experience together, bursting into giggles at the absolute use and abuse you make of his shoes. The first time you were banging both shoes together you literally couldn't take it and just started laughing every two seconds and yes xiao giggles along with you, he loves your reactions.

About character shoes! I do know about them, but I didn't know you could use them for ballet! A friend of mine uses them for tip tap,,, and this just gave me the idea of xiao dancing tip tap he prob lost a bet to venti, let's be real, tip tap is an amazing kind of dance but he doesn't feel confident enough for it, he reckons he doesn't have the right energy and vibe. But you are absolutely ecstatic, cause xiao is legitimately so cute, you show him the sketches you did of him while he was practicing some steps with his new character shoes and Xiao blushes real hard but is also super happy that you think of him as a good model, it makes his heart swell and confidence grow a lil and yes, he will be wearing character shoes more often just in the chance that you willl draw more of him like that.

Also idk if it's alright for me to say, but I hope the essay you had to write and your exams went well^^ I'm really proud of you love, aaand if you aren't finished with them yet, good luck love^^

#hecate asks #i literally forget my tags 90% of the times why am I so fucking bad #BUT ALAS #HEAD EMPTY ONLY XIAO IN CHARACTER SHOES #and pliz also breaking in pointe shoes with xiao #idk why it's so fucking funny to me

[kashuan]

All right, there are quite a few things that come to mind with a question as broad as this, so here’s my best attempt to sum up what character design means to me in like 5 minutes :,D. I’m going to start with a few very quick sketches that talk about more my general approach to drawing, but I’m going to build up to how it all connects with character.

Step 1) Find reference! Whenever you can, use reference, it will always make your character’s posing look 100 times more genuine than anything you can pull from your brain, and that’s nothing to feel bad about. It’s not cheating because we’re not stopping at Step 2 either, which is where the misnomer comes in that you’re just ‘copying’ (protip: even step 2 isn’t a straight Copy; as long as you’re not tracing, you’re not copying, and even tracing has its uses for personal studies). I could do a whole answer of it’s own about picking your reference, but I’ll keep it short by saying: not every reference will fit every character. Keep in mind your character’s attitude when choosing your ref. Some poses are so generic they’re one size fits all, but even this very simple pose has unique character to it. The way the legs are posed, to me, gives it a young and girlish feeling, and depending how you played with the expression, you could even make it come off shy. An overbearingly confident character, while also taking an arms crossed pose, will likely position their legs differently, assuming a stance that takes up more space, etc.

Step 2) Draw pretty much exactly what you see first, but keep it simple. Think of the body like individual shapes; anatomy is not the focus right now, and you’ll actually hinder yourself if you hone in on that first. What you want to do at this stage is capture what the pose is generally doing; character isn’t involved yet Step 3) Now, working off 2′s framework, start considering body type. If you skip the previous step, you might have a hard time capturing the gesture correctly, since it’s a lot for your brain to juggle at once. When I sketched these two different body types, I built it straight off the first drawing, erasing lines as needed.

So the first image includes some extremely basic body type variations, this one pushes that idea further. 1 is the basic frame from the last image, while 2 is about playing with proportions. There are a lot of ways you can play with proportions, and as I’ll come to sound like a broken record about: make those decisions thoughtfully. For example, when I made this version shorter than the reference base, I had to consider exactly where I wanted her to lose that height. Here, I made her shorter waisted, took a little length from the legs, and gave her a squatter neck as well. You can do one of these or all of them. Just keep in mind those are all individual options. Letting your train of thought stop at ‘this character is short/tall so I’m just going to generally shrink/stretch their body’ means you’ll run out of variety pretty fast, and sometimes the overall proportions can end up looking wonky (though there’s always exceptions to the rule, remember that the individual body parts should remain correctly scaled in relation to each other). Image 3 is another approach to proportional manipulation, except rather than focusing on height, it focuses on fat distribution and to a lesser extent bone structure. Again, there’s so many individual places you can focus on here, make sure to mix them up. Arm size, shoulder broadness, chest and hip size, leg thickness and musculature, foot and hand size and so forth.   Image 4 is a further exaggeration of image 3 and the lines have started to get a little more stylized. While image 3 is still reasonably realistic, 4 is just starting to cross into cartoon territory. Advantage of 4 is that when you are able to push the proportions further due to the leniency of style, you can sell a clearer idea and a clearer character. Downside is, well, it looks more cartoonish now, and depending on the needs of your image that might not be what you want ie: it can look like a mistake rather than a purposeful choice if everyone else around the character is drawn more realistically.

Also… I see variations on this general advice quite a lot for women, but don’t forget about doing the same for men. It’s great to see how eager a lot of artists are to experiment with the female form that is simply absent in a lot of mainstream media, but I find that men really tend to fall by the wayside here even though they often get equally shallow treatment in the mainstream. There’s usually like 2-3 ‘go-to’ body types for men and that’s it. Men’s bodies can have the exact same amount of variety as a woman’s, including the individual ways the fat can be distributed on it, and the assorted ways their proportions can be played with. Whenever I find an artist that does this it’s like striking gold to me tbh. 

So there’s some very rough hows. But, perhaps even more importantly than any of that, is WHY you make these choices. This is going to get a little stream of consciousness, but with a question this broad, I tried to hit on as many general points I could think of in regard to my own process.

-When I start to design a character, I really need to have an understanding of them first. This includes things like backstory, personality, habits, so and so forth… Yes, all of this stuff shows up in their design, even if it’s just a drawing of them standing straight up. This isn’t just like ‘this character got this scar at age 7 so I need to know where it goes′, I mean in depth info about them. I touched on this a little bit earlier, bringing up the different ways a character would assume the same general pose, but let me expand on that. -What do I mean by personality? So there’s the most obvious answer, which is that a bubbly character will assume bubbly poses, a sullen character will slouch more, etc… But let’s take it further than that. This is a concept I’ve touched on in past tutorials, but here’s a quick recap. A character’s personality involves their opinions, for one; how do you make that show up in their design? Well, one of the most obvious questions I always ask myself is: what is their opinion on their own appearance (the thing we are drawing)/how do they want to be perceived by others? Consider a strong character. I see a lot of artists who take this thought as far as: okay, this character is strong, so I’m gonna throw a 6 pack on him, maybe a nice pair of guns, and call it a day. Which leads to like, nice art, but also...kind of bland? I think that’s because this is a rather half-baked approach. How can we take it further? Ask yourself more specific questions. Is your strong character concerned with being perceived as an ‘ideal’ sort of fit by others (the type you give that showy 6 pack to) or does that not matter to them? (more likely to look ‘chubby’ if not outright fat, though probably is just as if not more capable of actually doing some real heavy lifting than saran wrapped abs man). If they’re some kind of mystical being that can look like whatever they want (ie: the anime waif that can also lift 1000 lbs-trope), you should still take into account their personal perspective on appearance. Don’t just stop at ‘this guy/girl is strong so they’ll look super shredded’ or ‘they’re magic so I’ll do whatever’. Doing this, you’ve instantly lost a chance to inform the audience more about the individual there beyond ‘they’re strong’ -Break it down further with their habits. What is their daily life like? If they’re running ten miles every day they should probably have some strong looking legs. If their job involves a lot of lifting, maybe focus on the upper body more and leave the legs less defined. Do they eat a lot? Or drink? The way the fat distributes in both these cases will be noticeably different (and this isn’t even taking into account points like an endomorph vs an ectomorphs body, which I always suggest reading up on). I’d definitely recommend drawing as many different body types as you can just as studies, in order to add these variations to your mental library. I’m sure every artist has seen this popular athlete line up by now, but really study images like this. Don’t just mindlessly copy what you see when you create your own characters though; think about why those athletes have the bodies they have, what they specifically did to get them like that, and how that can apply to your character’s own life. -One thing that has always bothered me is how often artists are afraid to use the head (not the features; I’ll get to that in a second) as an extension of the body when it comes to imbuing it with variety and character. While it is absolutely possible to have a thin face and a fat body (as is any combo), it’s another missed opportunity not to experiment with chubby cheeks, a soft jawline, etc. It’s a cliche to mention him at this point as an inspiration, but one of my very favorite things about Mucha’s art was how he was able to make fuller faces look so beautiful despite being a rather nontraditional approach (so many art books try to tell you this is a big NO). example, example. These faces actually look like real individuals to me than a drawing that focuses too hard on being generically aesthetically pleasing. -So, facial features. A face with less traditional features isn’t just going to be more memorable than Stock Beautiful Face #73, but it’s basically a more zoomed in version of informing the audience about the character in the same way the body does. -Know tropes, play with tropes, do not rely on tropes. Sunken bone structure, long features-guy will always pretty much read like a villain (or at least someone off-putting), but find somewhere to make the formula your own. Give him thicker eyebrows or big ears. Give the girl with the standard doll-face a nose that sticks out a little more prominently or a crooked smile. -Speaking of are so many different ways to draw a smile, do not underestimate the mileage you can get out of this one feature alone. Artists tend to have a favorite way to draw smiles, in my experience, but remember your character. Would they have a big toothy grin, a handsome ‘cool’ looking smile, a small shy lopsided one, ones that touch the eyes, ones that don’t… This is probably a repetitive point by now but just do whatever you can not to draw the exact same feature on two different characters, and make sure to think through your reasoning for every choice you make. To me, it’s always immediately evident if an artist really knows their character or if they’re just trying to make something aesthetically pleasing. The former is always more attention grabbing in my opinion. -One of my favorite things to consider when designing a character who’s part of a family: genetics and how you can play with them to inform the audience more about the character’s story. Does this character take after their mother or father? How? Why? Why why, you might ask? This isn’t a photo of a real person, this is an illustration that you should be making deliberate choices about every step along the way. It’s one thing to draw a character that looks like their parent simply because logic dictates they should, another to make meaningful decisions as to where and why they do. Some examples: He has his father’s eyes because they carry the same intensity and other characters are a little put off by him because it (conversely, maybe he’s such a gentle character that this detail stands out twice as strongly). He has the same hair as his father, but he styles it differently to avoid the association. She has her mother’s nose which everyone compliments her on so shes happy to be seen in profile. She has her father’s broad shoulders and she’s a little self conscious about it so she tends to wear baggier clothing. Etc etc! In all these cases, you can communicate these details through even a simple drawing of the character standing alone, and should try to as often as you can. -In the end, the only way you’re going to know how to draw all these different details, whether they be different body types or different facial features, is by studying real people. Draw as many different kinds as you can, add them to your mental library. Your reference will never give you everything you need to work it, and I’m not sure if that’s maybe what this question as getting at-- if I have a reference folder of go-to ‘types’ or something. I don’t. I have a folder of poses labeled with characters I think they’d fit, and that’s about it. If you’re just imitating what you see in a photo, you’ll always be drawing That Person, not Your Character. So you are going to have to pull some of it out of your brain. Note, however, the important difference between just ‘making it up’ and recalling information you’ve studied in the past. That said, while on this last topic of expanding your mental library, that includes not just doing studies, but also learning and observing the ways other accomplished artists work. Here are some of my book recommendations when it comes to those which have most helped me in regard to this particular subject. This includes books that specifically tell you how to vary your body types, but also ones that just have a lot of examples of different kinds: Morpho: Anatomy for Artists Morpho: Fat and Skin Folds Famous Artists School Course in Illustration and Design (If anyone is interested in this one and has trouble finding a non $500 copy, hit me up and I’ll help you out) Spirit of the Pose Anatomy Lessons from the Great Masters Drawing People: How to Portray the Clothed Figure Figures from Life (my favorite currently; not the most varied array of figures but he goes in depth on how to successfully grow an academic study of a model into an illustration influenced by your own ideas and personal style) If you found this answer helpful, although it isn’t specifically about character design, I go a little more in depth about some of the topics I briefly covered here (such as choosing the right reference, good vs bad reference in general, honing in on shapes, pushing the pose, etc) in this short book of mine :>

#tumblr messed up the coding on the original ask so I had to repost this! #art tutorial #hope this helps!! #not sure if got a little too rambly #i wonder if it's hashtag justintpthings to spend 3/4ths of a post talking about how to draw by talking about thinking lol

[realcube]

YOU GOT: KENMA KUZOME 

matchup for @suchagoodgirlxoxo​

‘My hobbies include watching anime(mainly action) , playing on my switch I play a some games but mainly supersmash bros(not often), listening to music(more slower sad music and lo-fi), I like to draw (mainly anime but I do do realistic and conceptual also more traditional than digital ), I love to read like crime fiction, I write poetry and also fanfic but it isn’t great, I like to try cooking new things and I like to sing as well.’

♡ kenma likes to watch whatever animes you recommend to him lol- like seriously, he’s not picky, as long as it’s interesting 🤷‍♂️ he had a phase where he watched a bunch of animes but since then,  he’s kinda fell out of it and the only ones he watches now are the ones you speak highly of or the ones that are paired with games (danganronpa, naruto, etc) 

♡ sometimes when you are raving to him about an anime you adore atm, he’ll pretend like he’s not listening but in reality, he’s all-ears and plans on binging the anime as soon as you leave just so he can talk to you about it 🥺

♡ just bc you are his lover doesn’t mean he is gonna go easy on you in smash ✋ he brings his a-game every single time so if you aren’t ready to get your ass beat, don’t ask him to smash

♡ also he lowkey kinda likes it if you get pouty when you lose- like he thinks it’s so cute and he’ll sit there with the smuggest smirk on his face

♡ if you beat him, on the outside he’ll be like ‘gg 😐’ but on the inside, he’s either really proud of you and celebrating, or he’s bawling his eyes out  – one or the other. 

♡ we’ve already established that kenma listens lo-fi and vaporwave (occasionally hyperpop) so whenever y’all hang out and just chill together in his room, not really talking but just relishing in each other’s presence, he’ll put on lo-fi music on his speakers as background noise 

♡ kenma also went through a phase of trying to draw but it seriously didn’t work out for him so whenever you draw literally anything, he’ll hype you up as if you just made a masterpiece 

♡ ‘woah! that’s awesome, (y/n). you’re so talented.’ he hummed, peering over your shoulder to admire the art sat in front of you that you were working on, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple.

♡ ‘kenma..’ you muttered, twisting your neck around to shoot him a perplexed look, ‘this is just the sketch..and i’ve not even finished it yet.’

♡ anyway, kenma pretends to be disinterested in the fact you write fanfiction but secretly, he stalks your account and consumes your content like it’s his lifeblood 

♡ he has never really been one to cook anything besides instant noodles – like if it was up to him, he’d just order pizza every night – but if you cook, that’ll give him the motivation to join you and try learn a few new things as well

♡ he’s very competitive though so let’s say you’re making pasta and you’re complaining about how you’ve put in all the spices that the recipe listed but it still didn’t taste nice; kenma would push you aside like ‘let the pro handle this’ and start pouring in random-ass spices as if he knew what he was going

♡ and that was the story of how kenma accidentally dropped a whole tub of red pepper flakes into the pasta 🤠

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‘My love language is physical touch and acts of service. I love a good cuddle sesh and like just making people happy. I also love quality time sucker for a home movie date with food and cuddles. Or cooking together. For fun fact lets just say I have a pretty sharp tongue and good a comeback. I’m pretty blunt at times but will also feel super bad if I hurt your feelings.’

♡ kenma’s love languages are gift-giving and physical touch ^^ he loves having you cuddled up under his arms while he plays on his switch, or when you sit on his laps as he games on his PC. he’s convinced himself that he just plays better when you are around 🥰

♡ once a week, it’s become a custom for you both to snuggle up on the couch together and watch random nostalgic movies while eating either take-out or the food y’all just cooked 

♡ omg if you have a sharp tongue then lev, yamamoto and kuroo would all be shaking when you walk into the gym by kenma’s side bc they know one of them is going to be ridiculed

♡ kenma is shown to be quite blunt too but he has developed somewhat of a soft-spot for you. also, there is not much you can do to hurt his feelings- but like since you are his s/o he trusts you and cares about what you think of him so if you were to turn to him and utter in a genuine tone of voice, ‘i’m disappointed in you’ on the outside he’ll deadpan but on the inside he is bawling (ಥ _ ಥ)

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‘Some random things that may be too personal but imma just add it is I’m apparently a gifted kid burnout, I’m bi, also genderfluid, I can go long periods doing nothing because it’s honestly kinda hard to get stuff done for me I might not be able to like socialize a lot either also I’m majoring in Information Technology and have a really random dirty sense of humor [...] i do karate.’

♡ kenma isn’t really the best at getting things done either but i’d like to think that y’all encourage each other to complete task bc you just want the best for one another 🥺 so you’ll both just be laying on the bed, so tired with no motivation to do anything until kenma utters, ‘you said you have a report due.’ and you’re quick to reply, ‘and you said you have emails to send.’

♡ then it becomes a battle of ‘who’s thing is less important?’ until one of you finally suggests, ‘how about we both just do our work so we can cuddle in peace afterwards?’ then you both reluctantly crawl out of bed

♡ he isn’t really a social-butterfly either but ever since he’s started streaming, you’ve noticed he’s became less introverted so that means whenever y’all go to restaurants, he talks to the waiter so you to don’t have to 😩🙏 (also he pays for the meal bc he’s a king-)

♡ you and kenma are so powerful together bc he has somewhat of a dirty mind too KJXIDGH like kuroo will just be talking to y’all (even though neither of you are paying attention) then he’ll snap his kitkat in half and offer you a finger-- then get confused as to why you and kenma are caCKLING 💀

♡ he is highkey so proud that you know a martial art and you can defend yourself like he thinks it’s so badass- also when you were watching ‘karate kid’ with him, he’d pause the movie every few seconds to be like ‘so do you know that move? show me.’

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for @suchagoodgirlxoxo​: ooft it was lowkey hard to choose but i hope you like kenma 🥺🙏 also you said ur ideal guy is taller than you but erm kenma is the same height as you ‘:) but that way, y’all can share clothes!! 

#hq matchups #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu!! matchup #haikyu matchups #💗lets date! #💗matchup

[chronicalanxiety]

[here are their cutie marks and a sketch of their human forms that nobody asked for]

Now here’s a huge ass description for the kids™ if anyone is interested

Zap Apple

Rainbow and Applejack's first-born child and Lil' Cheese's best mate. Zap is a daydreamer and has a gentle soul, he's that one ripped nerd that likes writing and drawing things just for the sake of it. Exploring and discovering new things and places is what really makes his eyes glow (history and geography hoe), so he can be usually seen carrying his saddlebag around all the time (you never know when you're gonna need sketching and exploring supplies). Zap also loves puzzles and is a huge fanboy of Daring Do Books like Dash (and adventure books in general. AJ swears it's because Rainbow used to read so many Daring Doo adventures to her belly when she was pregnant). While he can be smart, he tends to over-thinks things, Zap has a wide imagination and is easily one of the most compassionate ponies around, though he used to be easily coaxed into fights or manipulated by his feelings. Like a good apple family member, the boy loves farm life and has a strong fraternal instinct, but his nature just doesn't allow him to settle there, though he still finds some peace whenever he's back in the environment he grew up in.

Random facts:

- Zap loved wearing his Ma's hat so much that she gave one for him as a gift in a Hearts Warming;

- He lost part of his his right ear to a bad fall when he and some friends went exploring one of his first off-limits area;

- Loves collecting comic books and stamps;

- AJ entered labor right during a Zap Apple harvest (Yep, that's exactly how he got his name);

- Inherited AJ's stare and lie detector;

- Upon noticing Zap's resemblance to his great grandmother, Rainbow nicknamed him Baby Smith.

Applejoy

Rainbow and Applejack's middle child. Applejoy doesn't take her name for granted, she's a total sunshine and bringing people happiness is what really makes her happy. She tends to be famous for getting a bunch of bruises all the time and being a little too reckless, so much so she lost two of her teeth out of pure clumsiness when she was little and had to wait until they began to grow to get them back (still has the best smile), and she also used to break her flying goggles at least once a week. The girl is also very outspoken and sincere, though it can end up being a problem sometimes. Applejoy is the family's Poly Athlete and has strong and fast wings (as well as legs, the girl is speed itself), she doesn't do very well in school but makes for it in sports and is very disciplined when it comes to it (Rainbow is her personal coach for every occasion). She hates losing, but tries her best to be a good sport and not to show she's upset most of the time. It was also awfully difficult for Applejack to handle her being all over the place when she learned how to use her wings (no need to say she was very grateful when her next child was born an earth pony).

Random facts: - Inherited Rainbow's habit of napping on trees (Applejack didn't like the idea, she was always concerned her children were gonna fall and hurt themselves for being too cloud-headed);

- Loves to indulge in her mother's sugary treats;- Rainbow started calling her junior (or AJJ) because her name abbreviation is the same as her ma's. No need to say the nickname was a success;

- Sleepwalker;

- The bandana she uses around her neck is a part of the fabric of an old sheet she used to nap with;

- Likes a bunch of crafts, specially wood-carving, but isn't really gifted at most of them (doesn't matter because she always tries her best every time).

Cider Splash

Rainbow and Applejack's youngest child and Tank's best buddy. Cider Splash a performer at heart, he's a innate dancer and plays multiple instruments very decently, he's the loudest of the bunch in every way and talks everyone's ears off (some conversations can also turn into musical numbers for no apparent reason). He's the most headstrong and stubborn out of the three, so he'll almost always get really deep into a project (or anything, really) when he sets his mind in it. He has blessed hoofs like AJ and is by far the one who ends up helping with the applebucking stuff the most, though he has a natural charm with the farm animals and prefers playing with them (his love for animal plushies wasn't taken for granted). He also indulges in cooking (mostly by Big Sugar's influence). Cider was always jealous of his sibling's ability to fly, so RD tries to compensate by taking him for a ride every once in a while and making sure he's the first one to get Wonderbolts tickets whenever they perform.

Random facts: - His love for music started when Applejack bought him a toy guitar to get him out of his tantrums when he was little. Later, his grandpa Bow Hothoof gave him a mini drum set as a birthday gift. AJ and RD weren't very happy when he started playing it all the time and making a bunch of noise, but they eventually saw potential in it and started investing in his inate talent;

- No need to say cider is his favorite drink ever;

- His bandana was a handmade gift from his Aunt Applebloom.

Florence

Fluttershy's big baby and Agate's older step-sister. Florence is a very resourceful and hard-working young mare, though she tends to spends way too much energy worrying about results and is almost constantly on the verge of outright panic (she's usually seen gritting her teeth or generally flipping out, no need to say she does not fare well under stress, specially when she is given a task to complete). Florence is known to be very sensible and intelligent, and even though she sometimes puts her own paranoia before common sense, she usually manages to find logical solutions to problems. She learned how to deal with stress by canalizing it into something productive, thanks to Rarimom (which ended up being another source of anxiety, ironically). She also has very strong beliefs, and when forced to question them, she becomes very upset. Despite that, Florence is extremely loyal and kind and will go out of her way to help other ponies.

Random facts: - Her scarf was given by Rarity, it made her feel safe when she was little, and she still uses it until this day (Her moms had to bribe with her in order to get her to let them clean and wash it after months of using it non-stop);

- Probably has OCD;

- She has also been known to retreat into her imagination when under extreme stress, often picturing peaceful, grassy fields or tranquil landscapes to calm herself down.

- Florence loves her coffee, tea and Fluttermum's pets more than her life (She loved growing up around pets, they still give her a sense of calm and relaxation. Her mom used to use them to calm her down when she was crying or couldn't sleep, she would almost always fall asleep after caressing some pet's ear for a while)

Agate

Rarity’s most precious gem and Florence’s little step-sister. Agate has been a very independent gal since she was little, she has been described as curious, monotone and sarcastic, and also appears to be more logical and mature than some of her peers, typically being the one to call them out on their ignorance, she’s inclined to remain passive and stoical to most things that happen around her. She has a fuckton control over her emotions and wears a neutral expression about 80% of the time, but is actually a pretty chill gal and has a very good (and weird) sense of humor. Agate has a great eye for photography (specially Avant-garde stuff) and turns out working as a professional photographer in the future.

Random facts: - Lowkey a huge mystery fan and computer nerd;

- Has a huge soft spot for Fluttermom's pets since she first came in contact with one, she can’t help but to smile the whole time she’s around them;

- Discord's favorite gal right next to Fluttershy.

Lil' Cheese

So let's get this out of the way, the script says Lil' Cheese is a colt, but many people see them as a filly, so they ended up being non-binary in my headcanon because I couldn't decide their gender (but go with whatever suits you better).

"Don't worry, Zap and Cheese got another infallible plan". Cheesecake, AKA "Lil' Cheese", is first and foremost known for the ability to talk their ass off anytime of the day for whatever reason (they used to spend most of their time besides their mom, so no need to mention that they practically picked up all her goofiness and energy by osmosis), they're also an excellent actor and are known as "The God of Puns". They’re generally a popular and gifted student, however, they're foul-mouthed and kind of competitive (but despite that, they are generally well liked and always looking after their friends). Lil' Cheese uses their innate talent for comedy and natural charm and charisma to help attract attention to their mum's bakery. Cheese had pretty deep random conversations with Pinkie since very little, so they turned out to be a pretty good conversationalist and improviser.

Big Sugar/Little Mac

I don't really have a very elaborate description for him (sorry peeps), but I imagine Sugar as a very sweet (pun intended) Big Baker Boy that loves cooking (and eating, most of all). He has that big bro energy and always gives the best hugs, but can also have with no mercy when messing around with his peers. He's very well liked around Ponyville and known for his extroverted and warm nature, though he may care way to much about other's opinions and tends to take a lot of them personally. Being a proud member of the Apple Family, he's the embodiment hard-work and loves working on the farm, but his heart always feel in the right place whenever he's preparing meals for other ponies.

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Okay, so quick backstory time about how Flarity happened in this canon.

Fluttershy was going through a very rough time with her previous marefriend, she always wanted to have a child of her own, and seeing her friends having some of their own made her even more eager to have one, so she found a sperm donor and conceived Florence with the consent of her partner at the time. Their relationship didn't get any less toxic even after Florence was born, so as a good friend, Discord felt the obligation to intervene (along with the rest of the elements of harmony) and convince Fluttershy to just end it and let go, as it wasn't doing any good for both her and the kid. When she finally got out of it, Discord and Rarity were the ones who helped Flutters to heal the most.

Meanwhile, Agate was the product of Rarity's previous marriage with Fancy Pants and was conceived as the last hope for their doomed marriage. Turns out having a child didn't save their relationship and they ended up divorcing, both going their separate ways with their own lives and businesses, however, it was a healthy separation and they remained in good terms with each other. Rarity took this separation as a way to get to know more about herself and to spend more time bonding with her daughter, having a break from her business life and letting Sassy Saddles and some other employees take the wheel for a little while, though she didn't stop playing her part on the creative side. During the time Fluttershy was going through her healing process, she and Rarity reconnected and some gay stuff happened. By the time the series ended they were probably on the dating phase and close to engagement. They eventually marry and join their families together.

Also Discord's still a very close friend of the couple and helps them and the kids whenever and in whatever way he's able to. He loves spending time with the kids, specially Agate, who finds his chaotic energy specially amusing.

#next gen #mlp next gen #mlp #MLP:FiM #mlp oc #My Little Pony #next gen oc #appledash #flarity #rarishy #sugarmac #cheesepie #lil cheese #little mac #my art

[mistaeq]

[1/5]🐎Hello! I'd like a JJBA [1&4] matchup? I'm a female, Virgo sun, Libra Moon, INFJ-T, and I'm Demisexual/Panromantic. I'm 5'11 and very insecure about my height, among other things. I'm very shy, and awkward. When I'm uncomfortable or around people I'm unfamiliar with I either don't speak at all, or I cannot stop talking, I just go off. Most awkward situations I find myself in, I put myself in through saying something stupid. I'm haunted by those moments.

Matchup

TW // none

Thank you for your request, hun! I like your passions a lot, from literature, to art and nature and horror stuff :0 you really sound like an interesting person ~ enjoy! ^_^

Phantom Blood and Diamond is Unbreakable Matchup

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My first matchup choice for you is...

Robert E. O. Speedwagon!

He's a master in making you comfortable. Robert is 25, and already knows enough about life to be helpful for you.

You can tell Speedwagon likes you, but as soon as you tell him about your sexuality, he stops and gets interested in an explanation. He doesn't want to get something wrong, with you.

Robert likes your height, as he's way bigger than you and able to completely wrap his body around yours. Only if you're okay with it. Before holding you this way, he usually asks.

Whenever he meets someone you don't know, he's not the type of man who forces you to talk or to introduce yourself. Robert will keep you close, and if you don't feel like talking, he's fine with you not talking.

Speedwagon agrees on you on how much first impressions matter. After all, it's because of the good impression Jonathan gave him, that he met his best friend, and his idea of the Joestar being a noble soul never changed.

The man loves when you act protective towards him. He spent years protecting himself, that feeling now protected by someone feels incredibly good.

After you get closer and actually become a couple, Robert cherished moments in which he sees you more open and affectionate.

Your first kiss was given by mistake, actually. You were giving him some good affection, and comfortable with kissing him, you leaned towards his cheek. Right in that moment, he turned his head to look at you. And the kiss just... happened. You both stayed because it felt right.

"Uhm... sorry for kissing back, y/n... it was a... reflex. If you want it to mean something, though... I wouldn't be complaining..." then, he giggled.

Speedwagon knows and respects the fact that you don't really enjoy showing off too much your affection in public, so he'll just subtly hold your hand or give you warm smiles.

He might have become a gentleman, after his adventure with Jonathan. But he's the same man who lived in Ogre Street, deep down. He's totally okay with playful pranks, and sometimes he'll even get his revenge on your pranks.

Robert is not an artistic person himself, but he enjoys listening and watching you while you draw, or write. If you give him permission, he will happily read what you've written and sincerely compliment you.

Speedwagon focuses a lot on people he cares about. He's a caring man and will never let you think you aren't loved enough. He won't even give you enough time to feel abandonment issues.

Even if it's an habit of yours, Robert will beg you several times not to bottle up your feelings. He's a great listener, and will always be there, when you'll need him.

He loves horror stuff, crime and conspiracy theories. Speedwagon is the type of man who would make up a whole speech about this. A serious speech.

Even if he's not a great artist nor a great writer, after he's learnt to appreciate more his country's culture, he likes literature and history a lot.

Robert will lock himself up with you in a library and read in your company for hours. He has a soft spot for the light that forms in your eyes, when you read and learn together.

If you happen to read romance together, expect Speedwagon to be a little clingy. He wants a kiss too, why should the book's characters be the only ones who get a kiss?

Don't be ashamed of asking him to spend some time in the nature. He needs a break from the city, and as he's starting setting up his Foundation, he needs peace. With you, possibly.

My second matchup choice for you is...

Kishibe Rohan!

There really are a lot of chaotic dumbasses, in Morioh Cho.

When from his window, he sees someone so chill around new people, he thinks he's dreaming. He needs to be more about you.

He succeeds in approaching you enough to use Heaven's Door on you. Asking would have been too embarrassing for him, the famous mangaka Kishibe Rohan. What if you understood he's interested in you?

Rohan learns you're demisexual, and this equals the fact that he can't expect you to fall in his arms and live happily ever after. You need to get to know each other and develop a relationship, before falling in love.

Pfft. Easy. He points his finger at your pages, and writes "I already know and care about Kishibe Rohan". His satisfaction doesn't last much. The ink disappears, as Heaven's Door manifests in front of its user and shakes its head.

The stand wouldn't have helped its user to force your feelings, even if it was for a good cause. So Rohan gave up and chose to have a good talk with you.

He caught you in a moment when you couldn't stop talking. But it was kinda different. Rohan enjoyed it, in a certain way. Seeing that you had so much to tell when talking to him, made him feel different, even though he had started to admire you for how chill you seemed.

The first impression Rohan gives out is never good, honestly. The fact that you talked so much to him doesn't mean you had a good feeling about him. He's kinda arrogant. It's a defense type of thing.

But you feel like he wants to spend time with you.

"Just because we always meet everywhere doesn't mean that I, Kishibe Rohan, am following you, y/n."

You didn't even mention him following you. He unwillingly exposed himself. That's when you understood Rohan isn't, in fact, arrogant, rather a softie in denial.

When you two start getting close to each other, he feels you becoming protective over him. Rohan thanks you, but tells you he doesn't need it. When you try to stop being protective, he whines because he wants you to care about him again.

When you're introduced to his house, you feel like you went through heaven's door - ba dum tsss -. You didn't know about his passion before, and you learn he's a mangaka.

When you crash at his place, you enjoy watching him working on his manga, Pink Dark Boy, and as you like drawing, he can't hide he has let you help him several times so you could take a break afterwards and spend some deserved time cuddling.

His house's curtains are always down, you don't have to worry about other people seeing you smooch Rohan. Just because he dislikes PDA as much as you.

If you're okay with it, he'd like to keep your relationship secret for a bit. He's not ready to see Josuke and Okuyasu snickering and chattering over your feelings.

When you two draw together, you happen to steal his pencils and brushes, so Rohan has to run after you for the whole house. If he succeeds in reaching for you, he wins a kiss. And - maybe - his drawing tools.

He noticed how critical you are about your drawing skills. It's not something Rohan thought he would have ever done, but he'll let you sit on his lap, his hand wrapped around yours, holding a pencil and guiding your hand in drawing a sketch.

Rohan is the ceo of Don't-Bottle-Your-Feelings-Up. He has temper, if he thinks something bad about someone, he'll just straight up say it. That's why he talked you a lot of times into not keeping everything inside your chest.

He doesn't watch lots of horror or conspiracy stuff, but if you happen to read or learn something interesting, tell him, he'll be grateful for you giving him inspiration for his manga.

Rohan often brings you in hidden places full of nature - he found those out while looking for inspiration in Morioh Cho - where you can spend some time alone and where he can draw quick sketches of you obliviously smiling.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo matchup #jojo part one #jojo part four #phantom blood #diamond is unbreakable #robert e o speedwagon #kishibe rohan #rohan x reader #speedwagon x reader #jojo headcanons

[sunshinexlollipops]

Sorry to bother but I am dying over your alpha Arthur headcanons. They’re perfection. Low honor Arthur got me feelin some kind of way. 😍 was wondering if u could write some more for that? Preferably with a omega reader????

you’re good anon! a lot of people have been really enjoyin’ themselves some alpha Arthur. he’s pretty wild— and in general ABO has been some fineeeeee work on him.

like damn son, G I D D Y U P.

alrighty sooooo we’re gonna make some magic as we did of this last time— high and low honor alpha!Arthur hc’s comin’ up! ;)

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A L P H A A R T H U R

Low Honor

has a neck thing. def a biting kink. but he loves marking your throat up, not just as a possessive gesture, but because he likes the way it riles you up. it’s always his go-to to get you feeling right, and how he likes you best— pliant and floating.

(also low key into collars but the surface is all we shall skim today, class—)

THICC. APPRECIATION. he loves him an omega that’s packin’. thicc thighs are what he wants— he likes soft, pillowy thighs more than anything else, and if you got ‘em? gonna be like Moses parting ‘em too. expect A LOT of beard/scruff burn.

no doubt into dominance play and some obedience “exercises.” he likes to take complete control in bed more often than not, and you’re left to his whim. he’ll ask you if you’re a good omega. and if not? well, he’s just gonna have to do something about that ain’t he?

usually tops, but he does let you too from the bottom or occasionally will bottom for you. but you have to earn that shit, you best believe. ;)

you wearing his clothes. sets. him. off. he comes into his tent and see you in nothing but his blue shirt? you’re gonna see more than just a vein bulge in his forehead, m’kay?

(and if you wear his neckerchief????? he’s done for)

loves to show you off. around the campfire, in town, to Dutch or Micah or anyone who remotely showed/shows any interest in you. you’re HIS omega, and he’ll let them know by practically making you mewl in front of them.

(at the campfire he’ll have you sit on his lap and just widjwixjwkfje)

his gifts to you are often clothes, jewelry, or something extravagant. how it was sourced or found is none too important, but damn don’t you look good— and damn if Arthur won’t show you just how much he appreciates the view.

obsessed with your heats. he keeps track of that shit, and sometimes knows your cycles better than you do. can also tell when it’s coming on before you realize what’s up.

loves your scent, especially when in heat. you’re like a siren to him, and any time he smells even just a trace of it on you? it doesn’t matter what honor level he’s at, he’s going buck wild

he knots you in Dutch’s tent once, after the man pisses him off. it enraged the man for days but the only time Arthur gives a fuck is when he’s laying into you. :)

will surprise you with random trips out into the wilderness. not for anything in particular except that it’s pretty much just to worship you while you’re out there. plus, he loves to have you walk around naked, and the camp doesn’t exactly appreciate it like he does

(not that it’s also a bad view, but it usually leads to Arthur fighting Micah or some shit bc he stares)

(also can just envision him laying out a fur on the ground and just laying you there on it, grabbing quick sketches for his special o t h e r journal)

loves pinning you to things. the wall, a table, the floor/ground. gets you by the wrists, your neck, holds your hips. he’s always got a hold on you, one way or another.

whenever you wake, you’ll always find him ready to truly get you up with the way he kisses you and let’s his hands wander

touches you whenever he can— he can’t get enough of you physically, and he’s constantly running his fingers down your sides, loves to pinch your skin lightly in his hands. he studies your body like he’s holding the right bumper

angry. sex. you best believe it’s a thing between the two of you. he’s always a hothead, even without ABO, and when his temper is riled? when you keep pushin’ him? it looks like he’s going to snap but he will literally just grab you by the nape and he’ll work it out by workin’ you up. 9 out of 10 arguments are solved this way.

doggie style is his favorite position ;)

he talks a lot during sex— like expect him to not shut up. he’ll tell you how you feel, how good this is, how good you are. he also growls a lot and he is NOT quiet.

gives you a necklace or something to adorn your neck that rests by his mating bite— it’s all to draw attention there, and this is his form of a ring to announce it.

loves it when you tell him how good of an alpha he is, and how much you love being his omega. he takes pride in that, and the way he can take you apart so easily underneath him. it’s a talent. ;)

into watching you. whether you are feeling promiscuous or he’s in the mood, he enjoys watching you do certain things like undress, bathe, or feel yourself. you pop one button off and he’s immediately like 👀

definitely has Charles Châtenay paint a nude portrait of you. shit is worth more than a pile of gold bars to the man.

High Honor

has Jack make a flower crown for you when he takes him fishing, and he puts it on you as soon as he gets back to camp

he tries his hand at cooking with you, and I mean really tries. he’s not awful per say, but unless it’s in a can or can burn over a fire he is really at odds ends with himself.

(can make coffee like a pro tho)

he always rises before you, and you usually wake to him bringing you breakfast among other things. he also loves to surprise you with gifts then— the way your face goes from sleepy to wide-eyed is his favorite

loves you in any way you come. he doesn’t care, as long as you’re happy and you give him the honor of loving him back :,)

S O F T. everything about Arthur is cuddly and welcoming, despite the tough facade he puts up. he is a rugged cowboi, but he MELTS when you snuggle up next to him. he is a bear, but the teddy kind, much to his dismay

(he sometimes acts like he doesn’t want to cuddle or doesn’t like being sweet, but you can tell he loves doting on you and being gentle— he’s tactile after all)

(you also get the man to sleep on more than just the damn ground or a table bc like??? seriously??? this man could literally sleep on fucking train tracks like his name is Thomas.)

(^^ when you introduce this man to the novelty concept of, I dunno, a BED, you also show him the magic of blankets and how it’s really nice to wrap yourself up in one. it quickly becomes his favorite thing to do.)

(^^^ you find Arthur literally wrapped up to his nose in a blanket cocoon one day, and you have no idea how to handle it)

(You: Did you use literally all of our blankets? Arthur: *nothing but his eyes visible from the mound of cloth heaped into your bed* . . . no.)

some nights he just holds onto you. there’s no funny business involved, but he tugs you close, puts your foreheads together, and simply exists with you. that’s all he really wants

loves it when you tell him how happy you are— he loves seeing you smile, and he’ll go out of his way to keep one on your face

also tries to get you to laugh to the point of snorting

(and he decks Micah when he jokes that you sound like a pig and then goes right back to making you giggle)

if you have a bad day or someone in camp was rough to you, Arthur will try and cheer you up or tell that person off. the last thing he wants is his omega upset.

puts you first, always. even if he needs something more, if it costs him, if he’s got to go as far as saying no and disobeying Dutch, you’re his number one concern.

and around the times of your heats? Arthur is like a chicken with his head cut off. he panics sometimes, fretting that things won’t be safe, that you’ll need this and that— he stresses himself by trying to make it easy for you, and drives himself up the wall in an attempt for perfection

(he doesn’t believe all you need is him alone to have it be that way, he’s just that obtuse)

any Arthur in bed means you will hear a lot of stuff from him— he is never quiet. but, this one will whisper praise into your ear, will tell you how much he loves and adores you. it is all emotional and sweet. :,)

he makes sure you’re comfy, and always worried he hurts you when he knots you. his concern always gets a loving giggle out of you, especially when he blushes after you tell him just how nice it is

takes you on small trips to do things like stargaze or to just be alone with you.

he gets you a ring for when your mates. call him pine, because he’s a sap like that

always puts his jacket on you when you’re cold. legit it can be like Chapter I: Colter outside and Arthur would give you his entire outfit bc he’s a loving dumbass like that

sometimes, when he genuinely doesn’t know what you’re saying, he pretends to understand even though he’s got no damn idea what’s going on

(You: Have you tried spaghetti? It’s good! Arthur: uh... I’ve tried huntin’ one once, with my bow.)

(^^ he goes and tries to read books to learn more about shit bc he’s never been so mortified in his lifeeeee)

has Albert Mason take a beautiful photograph of you. he keeps it by his bedside, framed and loved.

#alpha arthur morgan #arthur morgan #arthur morgan headcanons #headcanons #omega reader #alpha / omega #abo #abo!verse #rdr #rdr2 #rdr2 headcanons #ask #anon ask #submission #read dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption

[ashley-incharge]

Going for a little less misery | Ashroo

Roo meets with Ashley to help her out and Ashley...is Ashley [dated: May 14th]

@littlemister-roo

ROO:

Roo knew he must be crazy. Why was he going through the trouble of getting anything for Ashley when she rarely treated him as anything but an idiot? Clearly he was way too soft. But whatever. It still seemed like the right thing to do. She'd mentioned the stretch marks and how much they upset her and he figured it wouldn't hurt to ask his mom if there was anything to be done. She was a nurse after all and she'd probably had the same experience when she'd been pregnant all those years ago. Sure enough, she'd come through and had brought home some super moisturizing goopy stuff from the hospital that was supposed to help.

So he'd texted Ashley and asked her to meet him at the park—he had no desire to go to her bestie's house and endure murderous stares from the redhead. Seriously, he was pretty sure the girl wanted to hurt him. He reached the meeting point first, for once, and settled himself on the park bench, placing the paper bag containing the tub of goop beside him. He pulled out his sketch pad and pencil form his backpack and set to drawing the scenery around him as he waited.

ASHLEY:

Ashley hadn't exactly stayed out of touch with Roo. She didn't like to give details of her life to anyone, but considering the fact that he had helped put her in the position she was in...well she bitched. Yeah. She definitely bitched when she saw these horrid marks starting to form on her thighs, her boobs, her hips...and of course the belly itself, though they weren't that extreme yet. Extreme or not, they were ugly to Ashley, and she had to bemoan this fact to someone. That someone was Roo. At seventeen weeks, Ashley was definitely feeling pregnant.

The round curve to her stomach was undeniable. As she made her way out toward the park, she'd selected a comfortable pair of leggings and a stretchy top that showed her body off while it was still somewhat nice. As a result some bitch thought she could just put her hand on Ashley's stomach. Ashley was unashamed to say she kicked the woman before continuing on her way to the park. Any idiot that thought they could touch Ashley would pay for it. She glanced around the park for a long minute before she finally spotted Roo, making her way over and settling down next to him before he could get the chance to see her approach. She was feeling pregnant and self conscious about it. "So...what's up? Did you want to know about the next doctor's appointment?"

ROO:

"Oh, hi Ashley! It's so good to see you! I hope you are doing well!" Roo teased, chuckling in response to her curt greeting. He was used to her being grumpy, though he wasn't sure if she was always like that or just when she was around him. It didn't really matter, he supposed, and chose to just shrug it off. "And sure, I want to know about the doctor's appointment, but I would have just texted you about that." He gestured to the paper bag between them. "My mom got this stuff from work and says it should help with you, umm, skin problem." She'd been pretty mad about the stretch marks so he didn't want to say the words in case it set her off.

ASHLEY:

Why did Roo have to be so stupidly nice all the time? It wasn't doing him any favors. In her opinion anyway. Even if he was joking around. She couldn't help but sigh, running a hand through her hair and making a face at him. "Nice to see you too I guess." Not really, but they were kind of in this together. She felt less guilty about bitching to him than she did with her girls. Her girls understood her but they..well. Ashley didn't want to force them to hear about the baby all the time. She couldn't help but be startled by the bag, and she cautiously peeked into it before reaching in to study the stuff that could help with her stretch marks. It was surprisingly thoughtful, and Ashley didn't know what to do with that. 

"Thank you...you didn't have to do this," she pointed out, because he didn't. And Ashley didn't really want to owe him anything...but it was nice. She hated her stretch marks. She hated the way her body was changing. She had a lot to be frustrated by. She took the container out to study it a bit more carefully, her other hand tracing over her stomach absentmindedly. "This really works?"

ROO:

Roo snorted. He was pretty sure she didn't mean it, but at least she was trying. Sort of. And of course he didn't have to do anything, but—he figured that if they were in this together, he could make an effort to make her life a little less miserable. Maybe if she was less miserable, she would be nicer to him? It was a long shot, but worth it.  Besides—it just seemed like the right thing to do. And after talking more with his mom about her experience as a pregnant teenage girl, he wanted to do his best to be sure that Ashley didn't feel alone in this. "Supposedly," he shrugged. "My mom says it does. She's a nurse and usually knows what she's talking about. I guess its suppose to make stuff hurt less and if you use it daily the, um, problem should fade in time."

ASHLEY:

Ashley hummed. "Well I'll take it. Anything to make my body look less gross." And okay, the stretch marks weren't that bad yet, but it would only get worse right? She felt fat already and she wasn't that far into the pregnancy! The stretch marks would undoubtedly get worse. She carefully placed the stuff back into the bag and turned to face Roo. "Since you're here, I was wondering if you could do me a slight favor?" Up until now, she had been documenting this pregnancy with her phone mostly and trying to get decent angles of her stomach on her own, but she was no miracle worker. "Would you take a picture of me? Or pictures? I can't decide if it's better to just have a picture like this or if I want to lift my shirt and get a shot like that too you know? And I'm going to make our kid a photo album."

ROO:

Roo blinked. She wanted him to—take a picture? Of her? He was surprised that she was asking for help, even for something small like that. And even more surprised that she wanted him to do something that would involve him looking at her for more than two seconds at a time—he had the feeling she didn't want any more of his attention than was absolutely necessary. But he was glad to help. Besides, making a photo album for the baby seemed like a good idea. Their circumstance was not exactly ideal but that wasn't the baby's fault, now was it? "Umm, ok. I can do that, sure!" He glanced around. "Like, with your phone? Or...what?"

ASHLEY:

Ashley snorted. "Yes with my phone. I don't have a good quality camera on me." She didn't really when she'd been taking the pictures she had so far. She reached into her purse, tugging out her phone and unlocking it for the camera setting quickly, offering it up to Roo so she could get it over with. She realized this meant she was going to have him look at her, but well. Ashley usually liked people looking at her, and she'd just ignore it if he said anything weird. "I kind of want a front profile and a side profile picture. I think that'd be good. Don't you?"

ROO:

"Sure, sure," Roo agreed easily, taking the phone from her and stepping back to look over his subject. What? He may not be a photographer, but he was an artist and had an eye for this sort of thing. He frowned. It was the middle of the day and sun was high in the sky, which meant that the shadows on her face made her look really splotchy. He knew she'd hate that. "Why don't you stand underneath that tree?" he suggested, gesturing to a shady spot just a few yards away. "The lighting is way better there and I think you'll be much happier with the end result."

ASHLEY:

Ashley was surprised that Roo took it so seriously, but she wasn't going to complain. Her baby deserved the best pictures, and if he was going to capture her properly, the right lighting would be better too. She moved over to the spot he pointed to, turning so she faced him head on first, a hand resting lightly just under her bump. "How's this then? Better? Can you even really see my stomach like this?"

ROO:

Roo grinned, nodding with satisfaction. "Yeah, that's a million times better!" His lips pursed thoughtfully as she struck her pose, however. She was right, from straight on, it was hard to tell that there was a belly that was supposed to be the focus of the picture. He knew exactly how he would solve the problem if he was drawing her—a strategically drawn curve at the top and bottom along with a bit of shading would define it nicely. But how to do it with a camera? "Hmmm, no actually. You have a point. It's hard to tell from this angle but—oh!" His eyes brightened as he noticed the way her hand rested at the bottom of her stomach. "What if you put your other hand on top of your belly? I think that would show it off really nicely."

ASHLEY:

Ashley hummed. "You're right that might work. After that we can probably get the side profile. That'll definitely show better than this." She knew that much at least. The front profile would be interesting to have too though. She wanted to have that. So she went ahead and put her other hand on top of the bump. "Okay...how's that? Better? Does it look okay?"

ROO:

"Perfect!" Roo touched his thumb and forefinger together in an 'a-ok' sign. "Alright, now you just need to smile. C'mon just think about how gorgeous you are, that ought to do it." Was he laying it on thick? Maybe just a little. But he wanted her to smile, pretty sure she wouldn't be happy with the photos if she was doing that scowl thing she did whenever he was around in every pic. Once he'd lined up the shot and snapped the photo, he said, "Wait, don't move. I wanna get one more—" Before she could react, he whirled around, putting his back to her and raised the phone up to snap a quick selfie with her (baby belly and all) in the background. "There, now there's at least one with me in it," he laughed, hoping that if he acted natural, she'd go along with it and not murder him with one of her death glares. "Now, turn to the side and we can get that profile pic real quick."

ASHLEY:

Ashley snorted, though she did manage enough of a smile for the first picture. Flattery always worked pretty well on her, and she was pretty sure that he knew that. It was embarrassing. But oh well. At least there would be a good picture of her. She was feeling pretty good about it until that idiot went and snapped a selfie of the two of them just like that. "Hey! You could have just asked you asshole!" Ashley was indignant, a scowl forming on her face. "If you just asked I probably would have given you a picture. Our baby could have one shot of both her parents together." Still, she should just move on. Get the other picture she needed and get the hell out of there. That would suit her best. She turned to the side, a hand rubbing over the bump that she had. "Better this way isn't it? I mean you can really see it right?"May 12, 2020

ROO:

Roo tried not to laugh, really he did. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy getting a rise out of her on his terms once in awhile. Just like old times—old times being, what? Like nine or ten months ago? Back when things were way more simple, or as simple as anything involving Ashley could be anyways. "I could have asked, but where's the fun in that?" He grinned crookedly before turning his focus back on her pose. "Yeah, it's definitely noticeable this way. You picked a good shirt for this, which helps." He raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to one side as he asked, "Have you ever thought about modeling, by the way? Because I have to say, you look good, Ashley." There, another compliment to try and smooth things over.

ASHLEY:

Ashley scoffed. "I don't know, maybe a semi decent conversation for once would be good for you." Not that she cared that much really. It didn't matter. As long as they worked together enough for the baby, Ashley wouldn't care what he did. A smile spread across her face, and she tossed some of her hair over her shoulder. "You know I did consider it. Especially now that I am pregnant to be honest. I must be the hottest pregnant chick in town right now. Modeling would be a smart move." She traced a thumb over her stomach, glancing down at it with a litlte smile. "I look pretty good for a pregnant chick."

ROO:

Roo rolled his eyes, though he was still laughing. There was no such thing as a semi decent conversation when it came to Ashley. Had he asked for a picture with her, he was sure she would have mocked him. At least this way, he could play it off as a joke. It stung less that way. Those feeling feelings vanished, however, as she smiled genuinely and began to preen. At least he was getting better at judging how to put her into a better mood. He smirked, snapping photos while she preened and then caught that last one as she looked down, still smiling. There was something so soft and intimate about the gesture, it took his breath away. "You are definitely the hottest pregnant chick in town," he said, clearing his throat and pretending he wasn't gawking at her like an idiot. "You should totally do it. And here—" he walked over and handed her the phone. "Check these and see if they work for you. I can retake them if you want."

ASHLEY:

Ashley laughed. "Well I'm glad you can agree with me. There are a few out there in town these days." But Ashley didn't think they held a candle to her. And modeling the belly would be fun. Maybe she should do it. She just wasn't sure how she'd get herself into it. But the money might be worth it. She reached out for Roo's phone, carefully scanning through the photos he'd taken. "These are great. Thank you. Really. I want to document as much as possible you know? My mom didn't really do that for us and...I don't know...I think it's important."

ROO:

"I get that," Roo agreed, sincere. "My mom did a little, more after I was born though since she was alone, ya know? And even though I think the photos are totally embarrassing," he laughed, "It also means a lot to me to know that she cared enough to do it." Though he had no illusions of a future where he and Ashley were settled down as some loving, happy couple, he was going to do his damndest to do his part to make sure their baby knew they were cared for and loved. "Seriously, Ashley. I know you said you've been taking photos every week, so if you need me to snap a few for you, just let me know." His soft smile shifted to a grin and he winked. "And I promise, no more selfies without permission."

ASHLEY:

"She clearly loves you. It doesn't take a genius to see that much." Ashley was a little jealous of it at times, though she would never admit to that. Roo had a mother around who cared about him, who didn't treat him like the plague for having knocked a girl up (though she supposed it might be different too being the boy in this story). He was a lucky kid. He got to stay at home where he belonged. Ashley in the meantime would wonder and worry over whether her brother and sister were well fed. If her parents had thought to make sure they did their homework well or whatever. Those were things she worried about, just as she worried about whether she could even be a good mom to the kid she was carrying. Looking at her family history it didn't seem promising. "Well then maybe you can help me with my week by week photography. I want to have a progression you know? Some people do it with videos, I want to do it with pictures. I want to document the journey. Really. And...I mean I don't want pictures we don't agree on, but I suppose pictures of you would also be warranted. Especially if you gained sympathy weight."

ROO:

Of course his mom loved him. Roo had never once doubted that, in spite of his fury over the secrets and lies that had been the beginning of all of this mess. And he knew just enough about Ashley's family to be all the more thankful for his own mother and her care for him over the years. He snorted. "I can't make any promises about the sympathy weight thing, but I'll sure try if that's what it takes to make it into the baby book." He grinned at her, thinking it was nice when they got along and hoped this could continue. "And sure, I'd be glad to help with the weekly pics. Just say the word and I'm there."

ASHLEY:

"It doesn't require weight gain on your part really. The kid deserves to know what their dad was like at this point in time." Even if Ashley didn't like him and would prefer to make the book exclusively about her. It wasn't. She knew that it wasn't. Ashley turned toward Roo and smiled. "Oh I will. Don't worry. I don't want to skip a week like last week because I couldn't get a good angle. You're in for it now Romeo."May 13, 2020

ROO:

Roo couldn't help but grin hopefully. Maybe this teen parenting teamwork thing wouldn't be so hard after all? If she truly hated him, she'd be doing everything her power to keep him out of the baby's life, right? "Good," he replied with a grin. "I'm here for it." He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and checked it real quick. "Oh shoot, that was my alarm. My lunch break is almost over and I gotta get back to the Barn." He eyed her questioningly. "Need anything else from me? Or are we good for now?"

ASHLEY:

Ashley snorted. "You better be honest about that one. Because I want the best pictures I can get. If I wanted to model the pics should be so good that I theoretically could." She replied and then snorted. "No okay, mostly kidding. But I do want them to turn out nice." Her eyebrows shot up at the alarm. She wanted to say something snarky, but the guy needed that job. Ashley didn't have one, and their kid would probably be an expensive little gift. "No no. Go on then. I'll let you know if anything comes up."

#littlemister-roo #r: ashroo #p: going for a little less misery

[that-mothman-gay-blog]

Sleepover with Mothman

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Indrid was never the most clear when he asked things of Duck. Usually his calls were informing Duck of impending disasters or mishaps, giving him very little time- waiting until the future had a high likelihood. So when the seer called up the lodge, Duck tensed just slightly upon hearing the voice.

”Hello Duck Newton!” The lilted voice chimed over the phone, Duck sporting a small smile at the familiarity. “I do hope I’m not imposing, but I’m going to have to stay at your apartment for a few days.”

Duck opened his mouth for questions, Indrid humming on the other end of the line. “Why? Well, there’s a large snow storm coming up, one that would cause a power outage in the trailer park, and the lack of heat would send me into a sort of coma. And as I’m sure you can understand, that isn’t good.” He informed. “Similarly, I cannot stay at Amnesty Lodge either, as I would immediately become a suspect of Mr. Stern.”

Indrid’s fascination with Duck had been at least slightly clear since the first time he’d called Duck- making a specific request for the man he’d hardly knew. And Duck figured that’s why his brain was questioning why Indrid would like to stay with him of all people- Sure, he couldn’t stay with Aubrey because of her co-residency with Agent Stern, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t bunk with Ned and Billy for a few days.

Now, that didn’t mean Duck was complaining. He actually didn’t mind the company at all- especially if it was Indrid.

No, he was simply confused.

”Well, uh, of course Indrid. When should I come and pick you up?” Duck replied, gaining a curious look from Agent Stern, who happened to be sitting in the lobby. Duck tried to act inconspicuous, but his ability to act was just as good as his ability to lie- meaning that he was fucking awful at it.

“Why, whenever you are able to, of course! Although, Duck, you should stick to the back roads.” Indrid chimed, Duck quirking a brow. Indrid replied just as if the two of them were chatting face to face, the pep in his tone dropping just slightly. “There are several less than favorable futures, most of which can be avoided or delayed if you take the back roads.” He explained.

Duck nodded, taking a moment to fish his keys out of his pocket. “Yeah, got it. I’ll be over soon,” Duck replied. “Or, y’know, whenever.”

That earned him a soft laugh from Indrid- a noise that caused Duck’s breath to catch in his throat. He wasn’t quite sure if he had ever heard the mothman laugh before- and if he had, it had probably just been Indrid laughing to himself. But this time, Duck had caused the noise, and it sounded just a little bit different.

”I’ll be seeing you, Duck.”

Click.

At the noise, Duck set the phone down, calming down his breathing for a moment. As he turned to walk out the lodge’s entrance, he paused, Agent Stern approaching him with that same insinuating look on his face.

Ah, shit.

”Hello Mr. Newton,” He started, the friendly tone in his voice countering the curious and suspecting expression he wore. “As I was reviewing some of the anomalies that have taken place here, I couldn’t but hear you mention the name ‘Indrid’. Did I hear that right?”

Duck swallowed, nodding. There was no use in lying if he was absolute shit at it, and lying to a United States Government Official would probably come with some bad repercussions. Agent Stern smiled, Duck getting a sinking feeling in his stomach.

”Duck Newton, did you know that a particular name, ‘Indrid Cold’, is actually the name of a minor cryptid here in West Virginia?” He asked, an eyebrow quirked, that wide smile on his face. Truthfully, Duck hadn’t known that. After all, the big West Virginia cryptid was Mothman, and he was a staple for Point Pleasant tourism. Though, he supposed in a way, ‘Indrid Cold’ was the name of a West Virginia cryptid- though certainly not a minor one.

”No, Mr. Stern, I did not,” Duck replied, his voice unwavering. He was technically telling the truth, so he didn’t have to worry about that coming up later, right?

”And, pray tell, what is this Indrid’s last name?” Agent Stern asked, causing Duck’s eyes to open wide, his brain racking for any sort of answer.

”Well, uh, Agent Stern, his name- his last name,” Fuck. He couldn’t think of anything. “Is...New...ton. Newton-!” Duck was proud of himself for a solid point one seconds, and then he realized his mistake.

”You two share a last name?” Agent Stern asked, definitely a little more suspecting. Duck smiled sheepishly, nodding. “Are you brothers? Cousins?”

”Uh, Married, actually.”

Duck realized his error not a half a second later, his face going rather pink, his eyes widening in surprise with himself. Agent Stern seemingly had a similar reaction, his eyes widening and his smile faltering just slightly. Duck coughed into the crevice of his elbow, taking a moment to calm himself down.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were gay,” Agent Stern apologized, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m thankful you told me though- I can assure you, I have no problem with it either. It simply... it simply caught me off guard.”

“‘S fine, I just- I don’t usually tell people about that sorta thing,” Duck replied, trying to ignore the part of his brain yelling at him to hit himself and curse. “I should probably get going. See ya later, Mr. Stern,”

Duck was quick to scurry over to his car after that, jamming the keys into the ignition and driving away- making sure to follow the back roads as Indrid had instructed.

By the time he had made it to the trailer park, a decent amount of snow had fallen on the ground. The storm had really picked up, flurries caking the town of Kepler. The usual red glow was missing from Indrid’s trailer, and the moment Duck opened his car door, Indrid stepped out.

Surprisingly, the man wasn’t wearing any winter wear, still sporting his usual tank top and jeans. Although, upon facing the bite of the cold, he seemed to regret that. He quickly rushed out from the Winnebago, tugging along a cooler that he shoved into the backseat of the car.

“Need any help?” Duck asked, overcoming the small amount of shock that had hit him. “You must be fucking freezing- here, get in the car, I’ll grab your stuff-“

”N-No, it’s perfectly alright,” Indrid replied, although he was already opening the passenger seat to the car. He supposed that made sense though, considering Duck was already approaching the camper.

As Duck entered the Winnebago, the camper was uncharacteristically cold. Not only that, but as Duck looked around for the rest of Indrid’s luggage, he noted that the camper was far more organized than it usually was. The garbage bin inside was filled to the brim with mostly empty egg nog containers, a few crumpled up drawings precariously piled on top. Duck didn’t bother looking- that felt just a little too personal. But he did make sure to pick up Indrid’s sketch pad.

He found a beat up old backpack in the cramped bedroom, laying neatly on the bed. Duck picked it up, slipping it over his shoulder as he walked back out of the Winnebago and back over to the car.

Indrid was shaking like a leaf from where he sat in the seat, making sure the heat was blowing directly at him. He seemed incredibly sleepy by the time Duck had returned, the man handing over the backpack and the sketch pad.

The sight of Indrid was both concerning and undoubtedly adorable, the man leaning against the door, his eyes half lidded behind his glasses- which were partially down the bridge of his nose. Duck couldn’t help but stare at Indrid’s eyes, noting the almost pearlescent shade of blue. It was striking, interesting, and just after Duck got a good glance he realized he had been staring into Indrid’s eyes.

His face heated up slightly, Duck ignoring that for now as he pushed up Indrid’s glasses, the man turning his head slightly to look at him curiously. He hoped the tinting to the glasses masked the coloration of his face, Duck sporting a sheepish smile. “Well, I can’t have you transformin’ into a giant moth in my car- that would probably be a little conspicuous,” He explained, Indrid nodding dazedly.

Duck hummed, switching the tracks on the CD player, grinning at the eighties rock that played. He did his best not sing along, heading back to his apartment via the backroads. Indrid had warmed up a bit, his voice quiet as he murmured to himself- seemingly making a small chittering noise two seconds before each pothole.

Duck pulled into the apartment complex, parking the car close to the building’s entrance. He parked, moving so that he could get Indrid out of the car, the mothman staying just a little bit longer to soak up some more heat. With a deep breath, Indrid left the vehicle, still making that same chittering noise as Duck quickly guided him up the two sets of stairs to his home.

It sounded almost like a mouse squeak, or a fast, high pitched song Duck didn’t quite know the words to. Indrid’s chittering quieted down as they reached the third floor, his grip on the sketch pad growing tight for just a moment, before returning to it’s lax state. From there, Duck unlocked the door, letting Indrid inside.

“You make yourself comfortable. There’s uh- there’s an electric blanket in the closet if you need it, and a regular one on the back of the couch,” Duck informed, pointing from the closet to the couch. On top of the second blanket sat his cat- a black, fuzzy little kitten. He smiled, filing away the mental image of Indrid buried underneath a bunch of blankets, cuddling his cat. “That’s Kiara. Don’t worry, she’s a sweetheart,”

Indrid nodded, setting down his backpack and taking his sketch pad with him. He hesitantly let the kitten smell him, scooping up the creature and moving for the blanket. Duck smiled, turning around. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go grab the cooler,” Duck informed, Indrid nodding.

Duck was back not ten minutes later, the cooler having given him a little bit of trouble as he lugged it up the stairs. He opened the door again, pulling the cooler towards the kitchen.

“Mr. Stern is going to be here soon, Duck,” Indrid commented, Duck turning his head to look back at the seer. He was burried underneath the electric blanket, the second one draped on top of it. Kiara had perched herself on Indrid’s shoulder, huddled against his neck. “If you’d like, your husband can answer the door so that you don’t have to lie.”. The second part caused Duck’s face to go slightly red, an expletive leaving him.

“Shit- Indrid, how in the deep hell did you-?”

”I know many things, both in the future and after they’ve happened,” Indrid replied, fixing his glasses. He reached into his pocket, making sure Duck could see him slip a silver ring onto his finger. He sounded amused, sending Duck a sly look. “Mr. Stern may be a little hard to convince though.”

Before Duck could fully stammer out a reply, Indrid stood up, one of his hands holding the electric blanket close to him, the other holding on to Kiara. He walked over to the door, an extension cord following Indrid as he stepped over to the door, waiting for that tell tale knock. He waited a moment, then opening the door, wincing at the cold.

”Hello- Oh, hello,” Agent Stern greeted, his expression faltering for just a moment at the sight of Indrid, Duck’s face going a little more red from where he stood in his kitchen. He busied himself, transferring egg nog from the cooler to the fridge. He could practically hear the smile Indrid wore as he spoke.

”Oh, why hello there.” He answered, his voice sounding somewhat curious- confused. Despite that, the smile on his face didn’t leave- perhaps being a little off putting. “I don’t believe we’ve met before.”

”I’m looking for-“

”Duck, yes.” Indrid stated, cutting off the agent. Stern nodded, quirking an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t be the first. Believe it or not, Duck is quite popular here in Kepler.”

”Pardon my rudeness, but who exactly are you?” Stern asked, sounding, well, stern.

“Indrid. Indrid Newton, sir,”

“Ah, I see.”

Duck closed up the fridge, not exactly sure where to put the cooler. Unfortunately, the noise had attracted Agent Stern’s attention, the man looking over Indrid’s head. The ranger froze up, Stern’s smile widening as he spotted Duck in the apartment.

“Hello there Mr. Newton!”

”...Hello?” Indrid answered, unable to keep his grin from widening, chuckling to himself. Duck couldn’t help but chuckle, rolling his eyes as he walked up behind Indrid, standing just behind him.

“You’ve been sitting on that one for the passed minute and a half, haven’t you?” He replied, Indrid smiling and nodding.

”Oh, absolutely.”

Indrid leaned over, pecking Duck’s cheek, Duck’s face going a bit red. Indrid laughed, Duck pulling his hat down so that the brim covered his face. Duck wasn’t sure what to make of that- he enjoyed it immensely, but surely it was just to get Stern away and off their backs, right?

For some reason, Duck’s stomach sunk at the thought.

Indrid seemed to sense this, one of his hands wrapping around Duck’s waist, squeezing. “I’m sorry sir, but may we talk later? Duck and I were going to have dinner soon,” Indrid requested, Stern nodding in approval.

“Of course, I’m so sorry for the disruption.” Stern apologized, smiling sheepishly at the two. Indrid waved as Stern walked away, closing the door, his hand lingering on Duck’s waist. The seer turned, setting Kiara down on the floor, pulling Duck into a hug. It left Duck a little choked up, his heartbeat ringing in his ears.

“Indrid, I uh- fuck, Indrid, was-“

”Yes.” Indrid answered, cutting him off. He leaned closer, Duck able to see his hued reflection in Indrid’s glasses. “You’re quite interesting, Duck. You change my futures at the end of each minute, you’re more heroic than you give yourself credit for. You are kinder than I can ever predict, you are smart- Duck Newton, you are simply fascinating.”

Duck wasn’t sure how to react, Indrid laughing softly as he leaned forwards, pecking Duck’s nose. Duck was flustered, and he reckoned he was probably the color of Indrid’s glasses. He was warm, and jittery, and he couldn’t make any words leave his mouth. Indrid took notice of this, his smile calming just a bit, that sly twist staying where it was.

“I suppose this is my way of asking you out, as interesting as it may be.”

Duck tripped over his words, making an effort to reply to Indrid coherently, failing horribly. Eventually he just trailed his hands around Indrid’s waist, hesitantly holding him close, as if the faintest touch would break him. He slowly leaned forwards, Indrid letting him take his time as he kissed him. He could taste vanilla on his lips, probably from the eggnog; Indrid’s lips curled into a tight smile against Duck’s.

Ever since their first face to face interaction, Duck had felt some sort of attraction to him. He’d shoved aside those feelings for the time being- after all, they did have a few disasters to deal with, and romantic actions weren’t exactly top priority. But something about seeing Indrid dragged along the snow as if he was some type of animal- seeing the man injured and helpless- Duck couldn’t stand it. He’d acted on his emotions and freed him, making sure he was okay- making sure he got out of danger.

After the hunt, Duck had spent a while considering his emotions, still a little unsure about it. He would call up Indrid to make sure the man was doing alright, to make sure he was healing properly. It was embarrassing to admit, but it brought him back to his college years, almost. Especially now, with this kiss, almost as if it was the dramatic conclusion to some stupid romcom.

Duck pulled away, slightly dazed as he stared down at Indrid, the cryptid taking a moment to look back up at him. Duck gained a swell of pride- he never thought of himself to be particularly good at anything, but the kiss must’ve been at least decent if he’d gotten Indrid to blush like that.

”Were you able to predict that?”

#Indruck #Indrid Cold #Duck Newton #TAZ Amnesty #the adventure zone amnesty

[damienthepious]

i am running out of unique ways to say how Excite i am for Lizard Kiss Day, please understand that i am still SO EXCITE

Made A Garden (Chapter 2)

[Chapter 1] [ao3]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Rilla

Characters: Rilla, Lord Arum, Rilla’s Parents

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, (categorized as ‘other’ bc arum is nonbinary when i write him bye), Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, POV Alternating, canon typical Arum ignoring feelings

Fic Summary: Rilla’s parents take her out when they do field work. She’s a smart kid, and she knows how not to get in trouble when they’re caught up with their experiments and research. This time, they’ve taken her to an enormous, beautiful swamp, and their theory is that the monstrous presence in this place should be entirely dormant- which is why Rilla is so surprised, when she meets a monster for herself.

Chapter Summary: Little Lord Arum tries his best to keep his distance, despite his curiosity.

Notes:hehehehehehehe i am ENJOYING this fic IMMENSELY and i hope y'all are right there with me <3

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Arum is absurdly careful to ensure that the human - Amaryllis - does not see him the next day, when she returns to the pond. He hides among the trees above, hoping that she will assume him more aquatic than he actually is. She seems… nervous, perhaps? Or at least expectant, for the first hour or so. She keeps scanning her eyes along the shore, among the foliage, and whenever there is a noise fairly close she perks up, her eyes lighting with… excitement?

Arum does not understand. Humans have not invaded his swamp before (not while he has been alive, at least) but he has read about them, in the coded journals and memoirs of his predecessors, and he has heard stories from his Keep. Humans are supposed to be… different from this. Different from her.

They are supposed to be weak, brittle, fallible, inflexible and slow-minded. Easily frightened. Easily drawn to violence by their fear, and even more vicious when frightened in a group.

Amaryllis appears neither fragile nor fearful.

She swims for hours, intermittently singing to herself (her song was what had drawn him towards her the day before, a strange, out-of-place warble among the frogsong and birdsong, a foreign sound in his wider home), and then when her strange, soft skin is over-soaked by the water she pulls herself out to sit on the bank. She finds a wide bed of moss and spreads out upon it, murmurs sphagnum girgensohnii in a pleased singsong as if she is greeting the flora. She carefully drifts her fingers across the softness before she sinks herself into the mound, and then she just- lays in the sun, for a while.

Arum is surprised to learn that humans enjoy basking, too.

Once she’s reasonably dry she pulls out a book from the little canvas bag she left on the shore and starts to write, starts to draw, and Arum creeps closer above so he can see the work of her hands. Her handwriting is clean and even, and too small to be read at a distance, but her sketches are curious. She scrawls out careful imitations of the curves of nearby ferns, then devotes some time to dragonfly wings, watching as the creatures dart along above the water, laughing her strange, high laughter when they come close to her.

When she grows tired of her book and returns to the water, Arum slinks down from the branches to the bushes, and pulls the book quietly from the bag during a long moment when Amaryllis is drifting in the water with her eyes closed.

Up close, her handwriting is full of interesting curls and curves, but it is still not quite parsable to his eye. He understands the language, certainly, but she seems to be employing a sort of shorthand he is unfamiliar with. He is still more interested in the sketches, anyway, and he nearly drops the book entirely when he sees-

Himself.

It’s a drawing of only half his face, really, from the snout up with his jaw and lower hidden beneath the surface of the water, and she captured the exact curve of his horns from memory somehow, and his eyes are glaring out from the page with wariness and- fear.

… she saw that? She saw that he was afraid?

No. He closes the book. No, of course she hadn’t seen- how could she have seen fear that was not there? Lord Arum has no reason to fear a single weak human, especially not some human child with an underdeveloped sense of self-preservation.

Arum tucks the book away again, back into the canvas bag, and while Rilla sings quietly to herself, he beats a tactical retreat.

The next day it rains, hard and relentless and cool, and Amaryllis does not return to the pond. Arum finds the large tent the humans are sheltering in after minimal searching, though.

Apparently humans are not so fond of rain. They remain inside the tent for most of the day, and he can see them in half-obscured silhouette through the cloth, through the flaps that ruffle in the wind, apparently sketching and writing in more books like the one Amaryllis keeps. They speak to each other in easy, fond tones about how certain ‘research’ should be ‘organized’, until apparently that begins to bore them.

One of the taller humans (Amaryllis’ parents? Was that what she said?) pulls out an instrument, a short-necked, pear-shaped thing with an abundance of strings, tunes it with skillful speed, and then he begins to play.

The song is adeptly performed. There are so many strings, and the human’s fingers move so nimbly Arum can barely keep tabs on them (they must have to, since he has so few digits with which to work), and then Arum is distracted from the effort of watching his playing when the three of them start to sing.

Amaryllis singing on her own was… pleasant. In a simple sort of way. A childish sort of way. And Arum is quite familiar with harmonies, of course. He hears the things the Keep is saying underneath its song, but he does still hear the song as well, and on occasion it will sing him a song he enjoys enough to sing along with. At night, typically, when he is close to sleep.

The harmony the three humans create is-

It feels familiar. It feels precisely how singing with the Keep feels.

It disquiets him, these humans and their strange-familiar song. He slips away in the rain, scrambling quick until he can no longer hear them, and then he calls for a way home.

The third day after he meets Amaryllis, he watches her as she picks her way around a patch of berry-laden bushes (not eating any of the berries, thankfully- they may look like an edible fruit, but magical flora can be quite tricky and not even Arum knows for sure if this happens to be a patch of something that would kill the human on ingestion or not), and as she wanders she becomes distracted by a grouping of overlarge purple-and-gold butterflies flouncing over her head.

She is too distracted. She does not see the danger.

Arum panics. He whips his tail down below the leaves, slips it around Amaryllis’ waist and jerks her back, just barely in time to keep her out of the way when the sickly gray-blue flower hanging from the branch ahead of her belches out a cloud of vicious, poisonous orange spores.

“Watch where you’re going,” he barks in alarm, “you stupid little human!”

He sees the moment when she recognizes his voice, and then- he panics again. He unwinds his tail from around her midsection (humans run unreasonably hot, he thinks) and clambers higher into the foliage, where she will hopefully be unable to see him.

Arum watches from his new perch as Amaryllis takes a large, careful step away from the still-hanging orange cloud, and then she aims her eyes upward, searching for him. He growls automatically, which- was the wrong thing to do, because her attention hones in close to his position and he feels compelled to scramble another branch or two away until he feels safe from her gaze.

“Ah… Arum?” she calls out, her eyes still scanning where the leaves are swaying in his wake.

Arum’s mouth curls into an unhappy frown, and he keeps deliberately quiet and still. Perhaps he can fool her into thinking that he has already gone away, and then he can leave in earnest when she runs back to her little family.

“Well…” she is still looking upward, still looking for him. “Uh… thank you for that, I think?”

“Don’t-” Arum snaps before he can stop himself, furious that she would do something so horrible as to- “Don’t thank me!”

He is still hidden from her, but obviously she knows generally where his voice is coming from, and she turns slowly on her heel as she continues to look for him, a slow half-smile curling her mouth. “I mean… I don’t know exactly what that plant is, but I figure it probably would have been pretty bad for me if I breathed any of that orange stuff in, right? And I definitely would have just walked right into it if you didn’t… kinda… you know… save me-”

“S-stop that!” Arum drops back down, just enough that he can stick his head through the leaves and scowl at her upside-down, his frill flaring with irritation and with gravity. “I did not save you, don’t be ridiculous-”

“What would you call it, then?” she asks, crossing her arms and looking up at him.

He opens his mouth to answer and- does not know. His jaw snaps shut. He tries again, with equal success, then settles for a glare as she raises an eyebrow at his lack of explanation.

“So…” she says, her voice musical, “I think you might deserve, y’know, just a little thank-you for-”

“No, I most certainly don’t.”

Amaryllis giggles, apparently unable to contain her mirth as she looks at him, and he glares automatically in response, his teeth snapping together, but then he feels his cheeks twitch and he- chokes out half a laugh of his own in response, completely unable to stop himself. He feels his his frill pull tight to his neck with mortification, and he pulls his head back up behind the leaves, where she cannot see him bury his face in his hands as he starts to scramble away.

Ridiculous ridiculous ridiculous- of course he laughed with- no, he was laughing at her, of course he was, because she’s just a silly little human, wandering and nearly getting her stupid self killed-

“Wait, don’t go!”

Scowling viciously, he pops his head back down, and Amaryllis has to turn to spy his new position. “Why not?” he snarls.

“Because-”

Arum waits. Amaryllis stares at him, and now it is her turn to work her jaw without giving an answer. After a moment, she clasps her hands together in front of herself and bites her lip.

“I… I don’t know. I just don’t want you to leave.”

Arum stares at her. He stares at her for what feels like a long time, but she does not say anything else. She does not look away from him either, her dark eyes catching the light drifting through the foliage and turning intermittently molten and deep amber, like buckwheat honey backlit by the sun.

“Don’t be foolish,” he says, his voice scratching low. “Run back to your family, little human. Clearly,” he growls, “clearly you do not belong here.”

Then, before the frown furrowing her brow can grow any further, before she can retort or respond, he bolts. He darts from branch to branch and away, his heart hammering with shame and confusion at his own actions and Amaryllis’ words, and this time she does not call after him.

He is confused by that, as well. Confused by his disappointment, when he does not hear her voice again.

#elle's fanfic #the penumbra podcast #second citadel #rad bouquet #lord arum #amaryllis of exile #lizard kissin' tuesday #bouquet childhood friends au #penumbra au zone #:D #i'm actually QUITE HAPPY with this chapter???? somehow #made a garden

[mieran-sanctuary]

How did you make those drawing that mimic the dragon age tarot card look?

I’m sorry that it took me this long to reply, anon! There were some complications and illness that kept me away for a bit, but better late than never! I assume the drawing you’re referring to is the experimental card I made of my Inquisitor 4 years back?

It’s been a while since I worked on it, but I tried to dig up the old psd file to go through the layers and see what steps I made. The drawing itself was highly experimental, as I was completely new when it came to trying my hand at the DA:I card style. For the most part I decided to make the character and his anatomy very simplified, and rather focus on putting the details in the shading and background.

Let me show an example of what my drawing looks like without the added textures and extra overlay soft brush shading:

And here is the same drawing where the textures and shading are added:

But if there is one thing I’ve learned from both my own attempts and other artists, is that textures can sometimes make a very huge difference when it comes to that final touch. Whenever it’s from digital brushes or images that you’ve gathered. It’s no question that most of the work with these paintings lies in the drawing itself, but adding those final textures can really give it that ultimate DA:I card feel you’re looking for.

I’m not really experienced enough to give proper advice or tips on how to make these drawings, but for now, all I can recommend is studying the DA:I cards themselves, take inspiration from other artists, tarot cards in general, or patterns/paintings that can inspire what to use for the backgrounds. Another thing I personally like to recommend, is staying away from too much realism or overblending the image. The more the textures and those rough brush strokes are apparent, the more it adds to it. Keep it simplified, while the more detailed/realism stuff is kept to a minimum in comparison. But once again, this is my personal taste, and not the ultimate way to do this.

However, something I can add to my reply, is showing you guys a very quick, basic and simple way on how I generally go on with these paintings and how I add image textures. Please, rather look at these tips as suggestions on how to do it, as there are plenty of other and simpler ways to go about it. But since this will be a very long post filled with images, I’m gonna keep it under a cut, so that anyone interested can check it out there! Also keep in mind that I’m using Photoshop CS5 on an iMac for this.

First of all, I will apologize to everyone for the extreme low art quality, as I only have my computer mouse to draw with for this. Not to mention the extreme lack of balanced values that makes this more chaotic than it should. Make sure to always keep values in mind with these things, folks!

Anyways, I always start by making the drawing itself. Most of the work and style are put into this part of the process, as the image textures will just be extra flavoring.

Now let’s say that we want to add some fancy gold details to this drawing. We’ll be doing so by making a new layer over the drawing itself, then use a basic round brush to draw the shapes we want to be textured with gold. Wherever you choose to make something more detailed, or just make simple shapes with a single color, is all up to you.

Now I’ll be locking the layer by clicking the icon shown in the image below. It’s usually found over the layers, and make sure to keep the layer with the new shapes activated when you click it.

This will now make us able to draw on the shapes without going outside of them, so let’s use this to add some simple shading based on gold in general. This will add a bit extra once we apply the texture itself in the end. (References are your best friend here!) Also be aware that the colors you choose on these shapes will affect the end results once they are merged with the texture image. Here’s how it looks like after I’ve added some simple shading with a brush.

Now it’s time to add the extra gold texture itself. We’ll be doing so by first digging up your preferred gold texture image that you can either place or copy/paste into the psd file. Make sure the image is on a layer above the shapes we just added. Once that is done, we will right click on the layer with the image, and choose the option ‘Create Clipping Mask’

Now it should only be covering the shapes drawn in the layer below it. So now we can mess around with the image layer until it gives you a look you’re satisfied with. It’s mostly common to put the layer on Multiply or overlay, but try to experiment to see what you prefer. Also play around with the opacity of the layer, too! In this case, I set the layer to multiply and the opacity to 80%. I also adjusted the colors on the shape and the texture itself until I was satisfied.

I also added a gold texture to the circle in the background by doing the exact same thing. Make a layer with the shape, add the gold texture image in a layer above it, right click it and choose ‘Create Clipping Mask’. Then adjust to your heart’s content. This layer is set to multiply with 100% opacity. Colors were adjusted until I was pleased with the results.

And this is basically how I add textures to my art in general. Sometimes the Clipping Mask isn’t even needed if you want to cover the whole drawing itself with it. However, another thing you can do to add a texture over a painting, is having the image on its own layer over the drawing, but instead of setting the texture layer to Clipping Mask, you add a Layer Mask by having the layer itself chosen, then clicking the icon shown in the image below.

The texture layer should now have a white page next to it that looks like this.

This layer will now only let you draw on it with either black or white. Basically what this means, is if you draw on the layer with black, it will “erase” the texture, so that you can draw on the spots where you don’t want the texture to show on the painting. If you want to bring the texture back, all you have to do is draw over the black again with white, and it will appear.

I added a final grunge texture to the background, using the same method as we did with the gold, but simply skipping the Clipping Mask part. Instead I added a Layer Mask and drew over it with black, so that the texture would only show on the brown colored part of the background.

As a final touch, I added one more texture to cover up the whole image. It’s the same gray paper texture that I made and use for all my sketches or paintings in general. It can be found and downloaded here.The gray paper texture was set to overlay, and I darkened its values, as it tends to brighten up the drawing a bit too much when set to overlay.I also added a final layer on top of it all, setting it to overlay, and then draw with a soft brush to add some extra highlights and shadows to give it that final touch. Highlights were drawn with a very light/pale yellow, while the shadows were drawn with more dark brown tones. All in all, I used colors to match the ones used in the drawing.After all of that, this is how it finally looks.

Now this last step is completely optional, but I’ll add it to this post, in case some people will find it useful. One final step you can do to give the painting that extra crisp, is to add Unsharp Mask.First you need to save the drawing as a png file, and then open that file, so that all the layers are merged into one image. From here, we will click on Filter, among the tabs found at the very top of the program. From there we will find and choose Sharpen, then Unsharp Mask. Here’s an image to make it more clearer.

When you click Unsharp Mask, a little window will pop up, letting you adjust on three different sliders. Treshold will be on 0 levels, Radius will be on 2,0 pixels, while Amount is where we can adjust the slider to our liking. Usually it’s enough to keep it somewhere between 60-80%, but experiment and see what you prefer. Once you are done, click OK, and the changes will be added. Make sure to check the box next to Preview, to see what the changes look like before you click OK. When you resize the image to make it smaller, the unsharp mask effect can look pretty neat!

Aaaand one more optional final touch that we can add, is something called the Grain Texture. However, there is already a very great tutorial made that explains easily how to add it, so I’ll link to it here!

And FINALLY. After all these walls of texts and images, this is what the end results look like.

I apologize if my way of explaining these things is confusing and pretty bad. It’s always been a weakness of mine, so if any of you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask! I’ll try to answer as good as I can.Other than that, I hope this is somewhat helpful to some of you. This is basically how I do things in most cases when I make art.I’m not sure how much this helped to answer your question, Anon, but hopefully it shed some light on some of it! If not, I can always try to make another tutorial some other time, once my health allows me the extra time.

Thank you so much for reading, and good luck with your art!

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[veryniceaus]

mmmm high school au!woozi ??

omg i am so sorry how late this is but i hope you forgive me

How do I say this: you and Jihoon did not get along - at all. He was quick to anger and so were you, plus you two were always arguing over who was right and wrong almost all the time. Unfortunately, you two shared almost every class together, which made it that much harder to avoid him. At least you two sat on opposite sides of the room.

Which is why you’re suprised one day when the art teacher announces that she’ll be assigning partners instead of letting the students choose, and to you and Jihoon’s luck, you two have been paired together.

Begrudgingly, you went to sit by Jihoon, dragging your feet the entire time. He just looked at you as you sat in front of him. “Why did we have to be paired together?” You muttered.

“I’m not happy about this either, and you better not slack on purpose. I don’t want my grade to go down because of your idiocy.”

You glared at him. “I’m not going to! You better not either.” Then you blinked. “What’s the assignment anyway? I wasn’t listening.”

He sighed heavily. “Of course you weren’t. We have to draw a portrait of each other.”

You watched as he opened his sketch pad, putting his pencil to paper. “You’d better not make me ugly on purpose.”

“Don’t worry; I’ll be sure to capture your average looks in this drawing,” he said, to which you rolled your eyes at.

After class, you and Jihoon decided to meet in the art room on the days when the art club wasn’t meeting to work on the project after school. Today happened to be one of those days, so once the school day was over, you headed to the art room.

Jihoon was already there, sitting in the same spot as earlier. You walked over to him and sat in the stool across from him. “You go ahead and draw me first,” he told you.

“Sure.” Taking out your sketch pad and pencil, you looked up to find him staring at you. “Um, what?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’? I’m supposed to stay still for you to draw me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know that! I just want to know why you’re just weirdly staring at me.”

“Well what else am I supposed to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know, like do your homework or something. Do you want your portrait to be just you staring straight ahead with those soulless eyes of yours?”

He glared at you, but pulled out a notebook from his backpack anyway. “Fine, suit yourself. Just don’t mess up.”

“I won’t, I won’t.”

Now, the room fell silent, the only sounds being your pencil sliding across the paper and Jihoon’s pen scribbling over his. You studied Jihoon; he wasn’t bad-looking. In fact, he was pretty handsome, and you felt that he would be popular if he wasn’t so prickly all the time. You took in how the warm sunlight fell on his face, making his skin glow and how smooth his hands looked as he wrote, but they were also attractive with how defined his knuckles were.

You didn’t realize how obsorbed you were with staring at him that when his eyes suddenly flickered up to meet yours, your heart skipped. “W-What?” you stuttered.

“Your hand stopped moving.” His eyebrows furrowed. “Is something the matter? Your face is red.”

“I’m fine!” You exclaimed before looking back down at your sketch pad. His portrait was turning out nicely, the only thing left was to make it more detailed and defined.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Well, it is getting kind of late. Let’s end it here.”

You watched as he packed up his bag and walked out the door, giving a small goodbye wave to you on the way out.

Ever since that day, you noticed every thing you never did before about Jihoon. How handsome he is, how nice his voice sounded, how nice he smelled whenever he would lean in a bit while you two talked.

And most of all, how everything about him made your heart race.

As you sat in the art room, waiting for Jihoon, who was having a meeting with the history teacher, you thought about your feelings. How did this happen? Why are you feeling all nervous around him when just a couple weeks before, you couldn’t stand him? The worst thing of all is that you don’t know what he’s thinking. He doesn’t seem to feel any differently, since he always treats you the same as before, although his snarky remarks towards you have decreased. Maybe you were just over-thinking things, maybe these feelings will go away once this project ends!

“Spacing out again?” Jihoon’s voice asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Um, yeah. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he said as he opened his sktech book. “Go ahead and do your thing while I finish up my drawing.”

You two had decided not to show each other the portraits until both were finished. Your portrait of Jihoon was done, and you were worried about what he might think about it. In your drawing, it was him writing in his notebook. You ended up asking him what he was writing one day, finding out that he wrote lyrics.

“Could I read it?” you had asked him.

He narrowed his eyes. “Why? So you could make fun of it?”

“Of course not! I’m just curious. Please, can I read it?”

He sighed as he handed it over to you. The first thing you noticed was his neat handwriting, but what stood out to you was how well-written the lyrics were. They were lyrics that made you feel a little sad, but as you kept reading, you got the message of the song: things may be hard now, but if you keep pushing foward, you’ll eventually get to a place where everything is alright.

“You’ve been quiet for a while,” he said, breaking the silence in the room. “What do you think?”

You looked up at him and smiled. “I really like it. You’re really good! I never knew. Can I read more another day?”

His eyes widened a bit before he looked away, scratching the back of his neck. “Sure, I’ll bring some of my other works with me next time.” You could have sworn you saw a bit of pink dust his cheeks, but you brushed it off. There’s no way Jihoon would be blushing, right?

Now, Jihoon announced that he’s finished with his drawing. “So, let me see how you did with the drawing of me,” he said.

You pulled out your sketch pad and opened it up to the drawing. “Listen, before I show you, I want you to promise you won’t laugh or get angry.”

His eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me you really did mess around with this assignment?”

“No!” you exclaimed. “Gah, never mind! Here!”

You thrust the sketch pad at him and he took it, handing you his own with his other hand. Nervously, you grabbed his sketch pad before slowly looking down at the portrait he had drawn of you.

It was beautiful.

You didn’t even recognize yourself at first; you thought he had handed you a drawing of a competely different person. But, sure enough, it was you. You were staring out the window, your chin resting in the palm of your hand. Jihoon was able to capture even the smallest details of your face. Your eyes sparkled from the sunlight, your expression peaceful.

Looking up, you were about to say something to him, only to stop when you saw the look on his face. He stared down your drawing of him, his expression unreadable. Scared, you hesitantly called his name. “J-Jihoon?” you said.

He seemed to snap out of his thoughts. “What?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just… what do you think?”

Instead of answering you, he abruptly stood up from his seat, the stool’s legs scratching against the floor. Pushing your sketch pad back to you, he grabbed his off the table and shoved it into his bag. “I have to go now. See you.”

“Wait!” you called after him. However, he didn’t turn around and disappeared out the door.

Without thinking, you quickly stood up and chased after him. He hadn’t gotten far, so you quickly caught up to him and grabbed his arm. “I said, wait!” you shouted. “What’s your problem? Why did you just leave?” He kept his head turned away from you, only angering you further. “Listen, if you didn’t like my drawing, you could of at least said it instead of just walking out of the room like that.”

“I didn’t not like it,” he finally said. He turned to face you, and your were surprised to see the soft expression on his face. “I was just surprised. I didn’t know how to react, so I left.”

“What do you mean, ‘surprised’?” you asked. “At how bad it was? I mean, I know I’m not the best artist but-”

“It wasn’t bad,” he cut you off. “It was far from bad. You did a really good job. I was shocked at how good it was.”

“So then why did you just randomly walk off after seeing it?”

“Because… I didn’t want you to see my reaction,” he mumbled. Confused at first, you peered closely at his face. That’s when you noticed the slight blush on his cheeks and how shy his expression is.

In response, your own face turned red. “Oh.”

“Oh?” His eyes narrowed. “I said all that embarrassing stuff and that’s all you have to say?”

“Well, honestly, I don’t know what to say.” You laughed. “I’m just glad you liked it. I was so scared you wouldn’t.”

“Why?” he asked. “I would have liked anything you came up with.”

You heart sped up. “What do you mean?”

He stared at you. “Seriously? Is it not obvious by now?” He sighed when you shook your head. “I like you.”

Now, your heart was beating hard that you were sure he could hear it, and just like that first moment that day, you noticed how beautiful he is. The sun shone through the window again on him, making him seem like some otherworldly creature.

Stepping closer to you, he asked, “Did you like the drawing I made of you?”

“Y-Yes,” you said.

“To be honest, I wasn’t planning on giving it to you. I was going to give you another one that wasn’t as good as that one.”

“Why?”

His cheeks turned red. “It’s embarrassing! My feelings for you became so obvious with how good it came out. I was nervous that you’d figure it out.” He sighed before looking into your eyes. “Well, I suppose it’s too late now.”

You stared at him. “Do you really like me?”

Instead of answering with words, he leaned into you, softly pressing his lips to yours. “From the moment I saw you,” he said seriously. “I just didn’t know how to act around you, but I guess you took that as me not liking you.”

“Sorry,” you said. “But I really thought you hated me!”

He laughed. “Well, you know now.” He stepped away from you, holding out his hand. “Let’s go.”

Smiling, you put your hand in his, and he squeezed your hand slightly as you two made your way home.

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[hongbab]

Let me be your canvas - Wonshik thinks he’s probably smiling, because Jaehwan apparently smiles a lot and Wonshik, a brooding, always negative and anxious person, thinks it’s like a breath of fresh air seeing Jaehwan smile so easily at everything. (Ravi/Ken, g, 2590 w)

a/n: written for this prompt. i hope you’ll like it, anon!! ♥️ also, i wrote this on my phone and typeset the whole thing on it as well so pls excuse me if it looks weird;;

Wonshik didn’t really know what he should have expected when he called Sanghyuk to book an appointment at the shop, but this was definitely not it.

Not him, really.

Sanghyuk did tell him that they hired a new artist after Jaeeun had gone on maternity leave, and he also told him the new artist was called Jaehwan, supposedly an amazing professional, but, for some reason, Wonshik imagined a burly, hairy guy with too many piercings in weird parts of his face and maybe tattoos on his eyelids, and now, as he looks into Jaehwan’s eyes, he feels unable to say a thing.

“Hey,” Jaehwan smiles with the whitest teeth Wonshik has ever seen, his plump lips stretching way too wide on his small, hairless, piercingless face. “I’m Jaehwan.” He reaches out to shake Wonshik’s hand, his bony fingers smeared with charcoal. Wonshik looks down at his hand, blinking. “And you are Wonshik, right?”

“Yeah. Wonshik.”

He hears Sanghyuk snort behind the reception counter and Wonshik feels his face heat up, embarrassment washing over him in waves as Jaehwan’s smile becomes brighter.

“Shall we?” Jaehwan asks and starts walking to his corner of the shop, sitting down on a chair that used to be Jaeeun’s, patting the other one next to him. “Take a seat.”

Wonshik does as he is told, eyes not leaving Jaehwan.

“So, you told Sanghyuk you’d like a hollyhock on your shoulder blade, right?” Jaehwan asks, turning a page in his sketchbook, hiding what seems to be a cutely drawn kitten from Wonshik. “I did have to look that one up,” Jaehwan laughs softly, kindly. “I’m not very well-educated about flowers.” He taps a little on his tablet, bringing out a picture of some hollyhocks, taking his charcoal into his right hand and starting to work on a sketch.

“It means ambition,” Wonshik croaks out and when Jaehwan glances up at him, Wonshik suddenly averts his eyes. “I mean, a hollyhock.”

“They also mean fertility,” Jaehwan says, chuckling at the way Wonshik freezes up. “So it says on Wikipedia, anyway. It’s because they leave behind a disc before they die, so you can plant the seeds contained in it. And, did you know they were used for curing a lot of diseases back in the middle ages?”

Wonshik did, but he listens to Jaehwan go on and on about the medicinal uses of hollyhocks, how they supposedly cured lung diseases and constipation and ulcers and bleeding, how they were said to be able to break up kidney stones and fight lung problems.

He watches Jaehwan draw, trying to look less shameful than he feels while he eyes his appearance. All his tattoo artist acquaintances (most of whom he knows from this particular shop) wear dark clothes and their bodies are covered in tattoos, but Jaehwan is sitting next to him in a simple baby pink T-shirt and stone washed denim shorts, a black choker wrapped tightly around his neck. Wonshik might be thinking in stereotypes, but the only evidence for Jaehwan not minding the ink beneath his skin are the tiny feather just under his pointy left ear, and the small bird on the inner side of his wrist. He looks too delicate for all of this.

“Wonshik?” Jaehwan asks and his question echoes weirdly in Wonshik’s ears, like he’s hearing it while standing in a valley, Jaehwan’s voice bouncing off the surrounding peaks. “Earth to Wonshik,” Jaehwan says, Wonshik’s name rolling off his plush lips like a spell as he smiles slowly, “are you okay?”

“Um, yeah,” Wonshik mumbles and looks up into Jaehwan’s eyes. “Sorry, I’m… sleepy.”

“Maybe we should do it at a different time if you’re tired,” Jaehwan says, his hands falling away from his sketchbook.

“No!” Wonshik exclaims and he feels heat rising in his cheeks as Jaehwan’s ears prick up at the sharp sound. “I mean, I’m fine, can I— can I take a look at it?”

He fingers the edge of the sketchbook and when Jaehwan nods, he pulls it in his lap, eyeing the single hollyhock on it, the petals too realistically frayed for a quick sketch. There are small leaves and some curly tendrils around the flower, making it look a lot more artistic than just a simple image of a plant and Wonshik… he’s not sure if he likes it.

“Isn’t this, well, a little too feminine?” he asks, trying not to sound too rude but still trying to convey his wish for the tendrils and leaves to disappear. “I mean, if it were just the flower itself, without all the… green stuff…”

“Feminine?” Jaehwan laughs, his chuckles ringing in the air like the soft sounds of a wind chime. He reaches out, his fingers wrapping around Wonshik’s wrist and Wonshik’s eyes almost pop out of his skull at the sudden touch, but Jaehwan won’t pull his warm hand away. “You’re about to have the image of a flower sewn into your skin; if you think the leaves make it more feminine—”

“I’m just saying,” Wonshik huffs, a little miffed from being laughed at, “it looks… cuter, I think, than most of my other tats.”

“I think it’ll look really pretty on your skin,” Jaehwan says, eyes clear and sincere and crinkling at the corners. “Can I just put the stencil on your shoulder blade? And you’ll see if you think it still looks bad—”

“It doesn’t look bad, that’s not what I said, I—”

“—you’ll see if you want the leaves or not, okay?” Jaehwan turns back to the desk, taking out a sheet of transfer paper and a fine tipped pen, pulling the sketchbook out of Wonshik’s grip. “Trust me.”

Wonshik doesn’t know if he shuts his mouth because he hates conflicts or because he’s really curious or simply because Jaehwan’s lips are too pretty as they form the words ‘trust’ and ‘me’, but he stays silent as Jaehwan works.

Wonshik doesn’t realize that Jaehwan is done with the stencil until Jaehwan lets go of the pen, his knobby fingers dropping it on the desktop.

“Could you please…?” Jaehwan motions towards Wonshik’s T-shirt while pulling on a pair of rubber gloves.

“Oh. Yeah.”

He takes the hem between his fingers and suddenly he feels self-conscious; he’s never been too confident about his body, and even though he’s been working out very diligently lately, his muscles starting to get sculpted, he still hasn’t reached his goal and he feels awkward as he pulls his shirt over his head, keeping it in his lap. He hears Jaehwan pull his chair closer to Wonshik’s, spraying the cold disinfectant on Wonshik’s skin, making him hiss.

“Sorry,” Jaehwan says, sounding much like he’s smiling.

He wipes at Wonshik’s skin with a paper towel and then smears something creamy on it, the paper rustling behind his back as Jaehwan presses it against his shoulder blade, his gloved fingertips almost caressing the surface as he tries to even it out.

There are goosebumps on Wonshik’s back even as he feels Jaehwan’s body heat on it, too aware of all the small moles there, thinks, what if they form a weird shape?

But Jaehwan doesn’t comment on the moles as he takes the paper off Wonshik’s skin and stands up, saying “I’m done,” as he tugs at Wonshik’s elbow gently, making him stand with him, keeping his fingers on Wonshik’s arm as he guides him to the full body mirror, only letting go of him to shove a smaller makeup mirror into his hand.

“What do you think?” Jaehwan asks, his eyes searching Wonshik’s face as the latter holds up the mirror and alignes it so he can see his own back. The placement is perfect, just how Wonshik wanted, and he imagines the outlines filled with colour: soft purple on the petals and green on the leaves and tendrils, and he takes a deep breath.

“Okay,” he says against his better judgement because this is the first time he’s meeting Jaehwan but the boy is looking up at him expectantly and Wonshik wants to see him smile again. He doesn’t want to hurt Jaehwan and that’s probably stupid, especially that he’s risking the appearance of his own body here, but he has a few cover-up tats already and they look pretty neat. If he doesn’t like it in the end, he can just get it fixed, though obviously not by Jaehwan… “Okay,” he says again. “Let’s do this.”

“Really?” Jaehwan asks, surprised, and when Wonshik lowers the makeup mirror, Jaehwan is beaming up at him, his eyes sparkling with happiness. “It’ll look so beautiful on you, I promise!”

Wonshik grins, sucked in by Jaehwan’s infinitely deep gaze only for a beat before Jaehwan strides back to his working corner, turning around the chair Wonshik sat on a few minutes ago so Wonshik can hunch over the backrest.

“So, Wonshik,” Jaehwan starts while fumbling around on the desk for his tools. “Tell me about yourself.”

Wonshik’s face contorts and he’s happy Jaehwan can’t see it. He went over this with Jaeeun as well, and it was as awkward as a conversation can be, mainly because he’s an awfully dull guy with awfully dull hobbies and even more boring stories-–if he has any real stories, that is.

“I… don’t really have much to tell,” he mumbles and the tattoo machine starts whirring, the first pinprick tearing through his skin, and Wonshik’s muscles tense up, though he knows better than to move. The pain isn’t pleasant but it’s comforting, something Wonshik knows how to handle unlike the fact that he’s sitting with his back to a gorgeous boy who’s probably trying to have small talk with him only because he wants to distract him, not knowing that Wonshik has a sadistic kind of liking for the tattoo machine wounding him.

“Everyone has a story to tell,” Jaehwan mutters, probably concentrating. Wonshik imagines him pursing his lips and that makes him want to squirm, but he stays still.

“I dropped out of university,” Wonshik admits, his heartrate picking up from shame like it always does whenever he brings up the topic. “I dropped out so I can focus on songwriting,” he laughs to ease the tension, but Jaehwan isn’t laughing with him. “It’s not going very well.”

“I think that’s great,” Jaehwan replies quietly, wiping away excess ink and, Wonshik figures, blood. “I wish I had the guts to follow my dreams.”

“What are your dreams?” Wonshik asks and he wants to turn around, wants to see Jaehwan’s eyes sparkle the way they did when Wonshik told him he’d like to get his version of a hollyhock on his skin.

“I’ve been dreaming of becoming a singer since I was small,” Jaehwan says, “but I don’t have enough talent to become successful, so I’m kind of just here, doodling on other people’s bodies.” He suddenly laughs and the tattoo machine stops whirring until his laughter dies down. “Don’t get me wrong, I like doodling on other people’s bodies, but, you know…”

“It’s not what sparks the fire in you,” Wonshik finishes it for him but feels stupid, because it all made a lot more sense in his head. “I mean, that’s how I think of my dream of becoming a popular songwriter, so-–”

“That’s the best way to put it,” Jaehwan says, tearing at Wonshik’s skin again. “Your songs must be amazing if you put such cool stuff into the lyrics.”

“Are you being sarcastic?” Wonshik grumbles.

“Absolutely not,” Jaehwan replies. “I’d like to hear your songs someday. Maybe they’ll inspire me enough to pursue my dream. And who knows, if you become a well-known songwriter and I, a well-known singer, we might even work together.”

“That’d be…” Wonshik clears his tight-feeling throat. “That’d be awesome.”

Jaehwan doesn’t say more but Wonshik thinks he’s probably smiling, because Jaehwan apparently smiles a lot and Wonshik, a brooding, always negative and anxious person, thinks it’s like a breath of fresh air seeing Jaehwan smile so easily at everything.

Jaehwan finishes up the tattoo without saying anything apart from ‘almost done’s and ‘just one more line’s and Wonshik endures, feeling a little stiff when Jaehwan finally tells him he can stand up and take a look at it.

Wonshik stands in front of the full body mirror again with the smaller one in his hands and Jaehwan is watching him expectantly once more, chewing on his lower lip nervously, looking smaller than before. The flower is incredibly vivid on Wonshik’s shoulder blade, like he stuck a real one there, with the leaves and all. It’s beautifully done, not quite like a tattoo but like a painting and Wonshik tries to imagine it without the green stuff, but can’t quite form the picture in his head–-it looks perfect.

“It looks perfect,” he whispers and glances down at Jaehwan, at his big, shiny eyes forming crescent moons and at the way he pulls his shoulders up to his ears like a puppy awaiting treats. “Looks perfect,” Wonshik says again and loses control over himself, placing a hand on Jaehwan’s cheek and kissing his smile that starts faltering under his mouth. Jaehwan’s lips are warm and soft but they close on the kiss and he pulls back with fluttery eyelids.

“You could’ve asked me out on a coffee date first,” he says and he probably sees the embarrassment on Wonshik’s face because he starts laughing, patting Wonshik’s hand on his cheek. Wonshik quickly pulls it back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–- I just, you–- the tattoo’s really pretty and I–-” he rambles but then Jaehwan presses his index finger to Wonshik’s mouth.

“Shh,” he says, grinning. “I’ll tape you up and we can go get that coffee.”

Wonshik feels like he’ll puke an entire freaking rainbow, his insides turning into knots that can’t possibly be unravelled, not by him, anyway.

Jaehwan puts the protecting foil on the fresh tattoo and fixes it with some tape, putting on a pair of cheap black plastic sunglasses while Wonshik gets dressed, putting on his own similarly cheap black plastic sunglasses. Jaehwan must find the matching style amusing because he smiles again, curling his pinkie around Wonshik’s and pulling him towards the front door of the shop.

“What the hell?” Sanghyuk asks indignantly.

“I have no more guests for today,” Jaehwan says, not even stopping to listen. “I’m done for today, Sanghyuk-ah!”

“But–- Wonshik, you haven’t even paid yet!” Sanghyuk yells, but then the door closes behind Wonshik and they can’t hear Sanghyuk’s protests anymore.

“You can pay me in coffee,” Jaehwan says, tugging Wonshik forward, walking quickly, maybe so Sanghyuk won’t be able to catch up even if he wants to chase them. “It’s going to be around 25 cups of secret menu items at Starbucks.”

Wonshik barks out a laugh and Jaehwan looks at him surprised, arching his perfectly shaped eyebrows. Wonshik stops in his tracks and yanks Jaehwan back with him by the pinkie, fidgeting awkwardly.

“Does that mean,” he starts, “that you’re asking me out on 25 coffee dates?”

“I also accept cash, coffee coupons, and I once drank 18 cups a day, so don’t get ahead of yourself,” Jaehwan chirps and then smiles kindly at Wonshik. “You songwriters are so mushy.”

Wonshik wants to retort but then Jaehwan stands on tiptoe and presses a short kiss to his cheek, continuing on their way, pulling Wonshik after him.

Wonshik laughs again, the knots untangling inside him as he follows Jaehwan.

#vixx #ravi #ken #wonjae #au #fluff #req

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FOR THE LOVE OF MANGOS PLZ. A/O ARTHUR HEADCANONS (both with the reader and Arthur being A/O plz! Thx!!!)

anon. I have heard your prayers. your answers are coming. (like Arthur. and much of this community over abo Arthur, apparently lol.)

BONUS: alongside doing alpha and omega for Arthur, I did high and low honor as well. It would definitely affect how Arthur acts in the ABO verse. Also made gender neutral, alongside you being alpha or omega yourself. ;)

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A L P H A A R T H U R

Low Honor

when you first arrive in the gang, Arthur allows his eyes to wander to you. he leered alongside the others when you were new, and he didn’t make any attempt at hiding his interest.

soon, the others become competition, and you best believe Arthur is going to finesse himself an alpha/omega like you. you are his prize.

he boasts about himself, takes the lead on missions, steals the prettiest and best stuff for you, hunts your favorite game, puffs his chest, tries to act badass and suave. he pretty much postures himself at you, acting like a stereotypical alpha trying to impress their intended mate.

and normally, you hate pompous alphas like this, but damn if it doesn’t work.

he’s possessive asf. constantly baring his teeth at anyone who so much as looks your way with any interest in their gaze.

you’re HIS alpha/omega, and he makes sure to let everyone know.

there’s also a huge thing about scent: you have to ALWAYS smell like you’re his. whether he marks you, your clothes— or even puts you in his own— strangers don’t even have a problem with knowing that there is an alpha to answer to if they try anything.

if someone even so much as makes a comment or joke, or if a stranger says something in passing, best believe you have an enraged Arthur Morgan at the ready. he will take people down, guns or not.

marking is also done with hickeys. he loves how flustered they make you, and he takes damn pleasure in seeing the jealousy in the others’ eyes for getting to put them all over your neck. it’ll make it that much sweeter for his mating bite.

he hints about your upcoming heat/rut, or even about his own, and there’s no doubt that he wants to be there for the main event.

and when it does happen, Arthur is there before you’re even really into it. you can even be in the middle of camp, he won’t care— he’ll grab ahold of you, throw you over his shoulder, and take you where he deems fit to weather it out.

(maybe his tent in camp, or an abandoned shack he scoped out nearby, it all depends. because even if someone tries to bother you both, they’re getting shot.)

the alpha is rough and quick, he gives it to you like you need. there’s never a dull or slow moment when you’re in bed with Arthur.

overstimulation KING. you think your climax is the end of it? WRONG. he will work you through every second. even when he’s got a knot deep in you. the man will stop when either you or him drop. and good luck, he’s got stamina core for daysssss

also. huge fan of eating you raw. he loves getting your slick in his beard, till he looks wet with it. he will literally make you drip from his tongue alone. you’re better than a shot of whiskey any day.

when you do pass out eventually, Arthur takes those moments to stand outside for a quick smoke break. shirtless. with nail marks from you all over his chest and back. he likes the way Micah gets pissed, because he was never alpha enough for anything like this. (a cig never tasted so good, either.)

he’ll sketch you as you are, naked, and marked up by him. he also does close ups of his bites, those are his faves.

it’s when you’re deepest in heat that he gives you his mating bite. you knew it was coming, he made it obvious, but it doesn’t stop the gasp that escapes you when he does it.

he places it where it’ll be obvious no matter what you do, and he likes it like that

he’ll mark your neck up like nothing else, and he’s very proud of the way you looked wrecked afterward

you don’t walk right for at least a week and a half afterward, something that Arthur puffs his chest about. he always smirks at the comments the others make at your stiff gate. it makes watching you that much more pleasurable.

likes you loud. he wants no one to doubt when he takes you. he wants you screaming so they can all hear just how good he’s making you feel. you’re embarrassed most of the time, but shame is nothing he could ever feel when it comes to something like that.

pretty much every time a job goes well or there’s a celebration, it ends with him knotting you. ;)

when stuff goes bad, there’s still knotting, but expect him to get you to the point where your body aches as much as it sings under him.

if you get pregnant, expect Arthur to be extremely pleased with himself. he bred you well, and he can’t wait to see how you’ll look.

he’s more possessive and wanting of you when you’re expecting— you always have him stiff and hungered when he sees you as you are, knowing he did that to you

when the kids (or pups) are born, he’ll try and get you knocked right back up

High Honor

it starts with a crush, and dear lord was Arthur pining when you first arrived.

he hears the others gushing about you, and when the others also speak of their own interest, Arthur stays quiet and feels hopeless— how could you end up with an alpha like him with so many better people lining up?

he vents in his journal, writing poems and fantasies he has where he gets to be your alpha. he is very longing, and sometimes you catch him staring at the fire or when you happen to feels his eyes on you. (he can’t be subtle, even though he thinks he is.)

he draws you, ofc. with flowers in your hair, when you laugh. his favorite moments are when you’re smiling, because he likes to imagine that he’s the sole reason it’s stretching your lips.

this man practically breaks his own heart over you, and he M O P E S

but, much to his surprise, the girls and other encourage him, and he FINALLY gathers the courage to tell you about the god damn cavity you’ve made with how sweet he is on you and you A C C E P T?

he courts you, right and proper like an alpha should. he gets you flowers, sweets, nice clothes or other trinkets he thinks you’d like— all acquired fairly. he also takes you on dates, from the theater in Saint Denis to quiet rides through the Heartlands with you by his side.

he endures so much teasing, especially from Micah and John, but he will take it. he doesn’t care if he’s gone “soft,” you’re too good for him to be anything but. Micah can still stfu though.

he doesn’t ask you to help with him during his rut, and he’s shy to offer his... uh.... assistance.... with your heat/rut. not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t want to pressure you! he doesn’t want you to think he’s only here for that, or that he would be disappointed if you declined! this dumbass would gladly go gray if you waited that long.

(which you never would, obviously. but damn if that isn’t sweet asf.)

when it does come around, he is so sweet. he found this really nice place— this precious cabin— and he’s been preparing it for months while he waited for this moment.

he’s so gentle with you, and not impatient at all. he preps you, makes sure you’re always comfortable. he only intends for you to feel pleasure, not pain, and trust me— you’re gonna enjoy yourself.

he peppers you with kisses, constantly asking if you’re okay or if there’s something else he can do. he’ll follow your requests, and give you what you need as you want it.

when you climax, Arthur is sweet to you, he praises you, holds you close as it happens. he doesn’t push you, and let’s you float right back to him whenever you’re ready.

during the moments in between the heights of your heat, he cleans you up, and feeds you peaches by his fingers as you lean against his chest.

he’ll hum songs for you, because of course he doesn’t know the words. but the tunes are pretty, just like you.

if you ask kindly enough, he’ll even read from his journal. but don’t worry, he’s always been a sucker for big doe eyes, and yours do him the worst.

he shows you the sketches he’s made too, especially when he was thinking you’d never give him the honor of being your alpha. they’re too precious.

the heat/rut will pass without a mating bite, because it needs to be done RIGHT.

he plans it out, it’s pretty much Hallmark. he buys your favorite food, takes you to your favorite place. he makes it special by giving you the same flowers that made his first bouquet that he gave you, and made sure to ask you under the stars like you wanted.

he is careful about it, and he feels awful that it has to hurt, but he makes sure to kiss it afterward, and he gives you a tonic to make it stop aching.

he places it lower on your neck, where it can be easily covered if you wanted

(but you’d never— because the way Arthur looks so flustered when you walk around with unbuttoned collars is WORTH IT)

he is such a proud alpha, and he walks around camp with his head held high and not even Micah can bring him down

he constantly gets you things, or does stuff with you. he never lets a moment pass where you don’t feel loved or appreciated by him

if you get pregnant, Arthur will be emotional. tears, but happy ones, will be shed. he can’t believe he got so lucky to mate an alpha/omega like you, and that you’re giving him a family again.

after you break the news, Arthur will practically worship you. that, and he will be protective like nobody’s business over anything and everything— someone threatens you? someone says your fat? expect low honor Arthur levels of mayhem.

when your kid finally get into the world, he can’t help but be the proudest papa Arthur. he is a bear to these kids, and he dotes on them endlessly. but he also makes time for you, and always tells you how grateful he is.

he doesn’t push for more kids, but you can tell he’s a big family man, and you can’t help but try and put a smile on his face for as much as he finally puts one on yours like he wanted to from the start

O M E G A A R T H U R

Low Honor

when you arrive— holy shit. he might as well be in heat with how wet you get him. the others thirst over you too, and oh, it makes Arthur j e a l o u s.

NEEDY. when he notices you, you spark an itch he can’t scratch. he is constantly biding for your attention, and he’ll do whatever he can to get it.

he touches himself to the thought of you, and he gets off many a time by the fantasy of you getting him and claiming him. never gets old. especially when you catch him moaning. totally not on purpose.

Arthur does all he can to seem like the omega you desire, and he may or may not have done things like play around with your clothes to get you smelling like him.

when his heat comes up, he plays up how bad they are and that he needs someone. he definitely makes sure to do this around you. for no reason at all, of course.

you offer, and ohmygod what a surprise Arthur accepts that shit like VISA

Arthur preps like nobody’s business. he tries to make himself look nice, tries to figure out things you like. he aims to have you claiming him by the end of this.

when he feels his heat ramp up, he’s slick for you, and let’s you know.

he takes control, and rides you hard. has has you begging for him, he takes you so deep. he’s practically hoarse himself, and the whole camp knows just how you feel inside of him now.

(thanks Arthur)

he plays on your instincts, and he manages to get you to bite him on the neck. your claim is the first thing he’s wanted since a good fuck when his first heat hit, and damn if he didn’t get both from you.

if you knot Arthur, it practically makes him D R O O L

Arthur has no shame about the bite. he shows it off, let’s everyone know that he got claimed. he hasn’t been this much of a show since he presented.

he always tells you how slick you get him, and he will always try and pull a quickie whenever he can manage.

he tries to spur jealousy from you whenever he can, but don’t worry, he’s just as possessive over you

High Honor

holy shit. you. you are something else, and damn if Arthur doesn’t feel like a sad pathetic omega for lusting after you as he is.

he’s never craved someone like you before, and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. he hasn’t even exactly felt the desire to be claimed, but oh, you make him feel a lotta things.

he doesn’t try to mention his heats— he doesn’t want you to think you owe him help or that he’s dreamt about you making him feel good, but when you finally ask about it it just kinda... happens?

when you offer helping him, he about loses his mind. you? during his heat? what did he do to deserve that?

he gets so nervous, thinking he’ll embarrass himself, or that you’ll reject him for whatever reason. he thinks he’s hideous and doesn’t understand what you see back in him, but he just tries to focus on making it good for you.

you notice his nerves, and you assure him it’s fine. pretty much all of his heat, you’re praising him, and you get to see just how it gets to the omega. apparently, he really likes it when you tell him how good he is.

Arthur feels great, and he responds so well. you light him on fire, and damn, a heat never felt this good. you make it bearable. enjoyable. that isn’t an easy feat.

when Arthur climaxes, he clenches around you, both with his arms and his body— and he cries out.

you end up biting him out of reflex, and oh god— it makes Arthur caterwaul because he didn’t know how much he needed this

you apologize, saying you should’ve known and done better, but Arthur doesn’t care. he loves it. and he loves you.

Arthur is proud of your bite, and he can’t believe he’s your mate. he accepts the role with grace, and enjoys the way it gets you flustered.

he oftens tells you how much he loves you, and how he wouldn’t be mated to anyone else.

there you go anon! hope you enjoyed. ;)

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