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answer2jeff · 6 months
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Life Imitates Art —Carmen Berzatto.
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PART 1/2.
warnings: fluff. painter!reader x roommate!carmen. unestablished relationships. clunky overly detailed writing. carmy being concerned. angsty. mutual pinning. (reader is lowkey mentally unstable like Carmen. i can't write 100% healthy relationships i'm sorry!!!)
a/n: sorry i disappeared and didn't write for weeks and decided to randomly drop this!
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You needed inspiration.
With your last three pieces bought out from the French art gallery, L'art de L'amour, you hadn't touched your easel in days. Your brushes had gone dry, the paint clumping and staining every bristle. The lack of desire to make art felt like you hadn't seen the sun in 10 years.
You'd been ignoring this dreadful feeling with sleep.
Long day at the studio, the space filled with no one but younger, starving artists who wanted to admire your work for creative flow—but never wanting to know the real meaning behind every brush stroke, or why you used oil paints for specific pieces? Sleep.
The days fell shorter, the nights falling longer.
Even your roommate, a micromanager of his career, noticed.
It surprised you, possibly more than it should've. When you first moved into this apartment, you had every doubt in the world sharing a space would be enjoyable. For a while, you weren't sure if you could call yourselves "friends." Then again, living with a complete stranger—a man, no less, seemed impractical. But after a month or two, it was refreshing in a way. Carmen always cleaned up after himself, and was never opposed to splitting chores. There was no need to set specific boundaries. You felt respected, cared for. Every minute not overpowered by either of your desires to create were mostly spent with each other. It kept you sane.
You woke up to the sound of Carmen walking into the kitchen, cursing under his breath when he struggled to shut the door of your apartment behind him. Reluctantly, you dragged yourself out of bed, only to find that your bedroom door was wide open. You must've gone straight to bed after spending the entire evening trying and expectedly failing at "cleaning" up the apartment so Carmen wouldn't come home to a mess.
Bare feet pattered against the floorboards, the palm of your hand pressing into your tired eyes. You stretched your arms out, your t-shirt, who you weren't sure if it was yours or Carmen's, lifting up and showing just a sliver of your stomach over your grey sweatpants. The sunlight leaking through the windows blinded you.
"Oh, hey. You're up." A warm, welcoming voice greeted you, followed by the fridge being closed shut after restocking it with the necessities he picked up from Whole Foods.
You blinked to see Carmen hovered over the kitchen counter, clad in a navy-blue crewneck and gold chain dangling from his pale neck. His hands pried at a familiar brown wrapper. Blueberry muffins.
"Hey, yourself," you slurred, barely able to keep your eyes open as you hoisted yourself up onto the marble surface. You gazed down at him, grinning at his messy blonde curls.
Carmen smiled back, blue eyes admiring the sight of you: half asleep, your voice raspy while still having that airy cadence, your hair messier than it was the last time he willingly saw you—which he couldn't totally remember. He came home to the sight of your bedroom dimly lit by your bedside lamp.
"It's noon," he muttered, glancing from his phone on the counter, and back to you.
"Shit. Really?"
"Yeah. You've been sleeping a lot lately," he kept his stare on you as he opened the cabinet beside you, reminding you to 'watch your head' as he grabbed a ceramic plate.
"Isn't that a good thing?"
Your mind wandered to your exhibit. The thought of never having the ability to create such extraordinary work terrified you. So much that you hadn't even tried. It was almost embarrassing: Carmen seeing you like this. Rid of the one thing you convinced yourself you knew how to do.
"Not really."
You wanted to laugh. Maybe he just didn't get it.
If you could make even the painfully mundane into something more, than maybe you were more than just existing. Carmen was actually astounded by you and your work, even with the lack of knowledge in other art forms. Culinary was his calling, but for you? Oh, how he tried to grasp every concept you conveyed in your creative works. All in attempt to comprehend every thought in that pretty little head of yours.
Maybe he didn't understand as much as he wished, but maybe he didn't have to totally 'get it' to get you. Carmen found it hard to read people, their feelings, their true intentions, his whole life. But for once, he had confidence in his intoxicating marvel for everything you did. Even the way you covered your mouth when you laughed around everyone except him, or the way you styled your hair
"Well, it was for the sake of art," you smiled, extending your hand out to accept the plate that held the beautifully baked blueberry muffin. "Thanks for these, by the way."
"Pleasure. And I was actually gonna ask you about that. The—the art. Your art." Carmen joined you on the counter, his feet dangling beside yours. Your shoulders bumped past each other, a laugh coming from the both of you.
"Yeah? What about it?" You bit into your muffin, your gaze never leaving his.
"Well, I uh—I kinda wanted to visit your exhibit, y'know? Get to see it in its full form. I would've asked sooner but—"
"Yeah, yeah, it's okay. I know. Um—that'd be great. That's really nice of you, Carm."
A part of you wondered why he wanted to see it. But it wasn't all too surprising. Carmen took every chance he got to see your studio—even taking the initiative to drive you home from it on late nights, where you'd be endlessly analyzing your works even hours after Carmen would leave what was now, The Bear.
"Nah, I mean, I've just seen all that y'do and it's—" Carmen shrugged, struggling to find the right words to express his admiration without changing the atmosphere, "really cool. It's you, y'know?" His bottom lip was barred by his teeth and he looked into you for an answer.
You wished you could understand how the complexities of a kitchen; how it could clutch Carmen's attention to the point of no return, but you were happy for him. He was making something more of "mom and dads piece of shit," as he called it.
You never thought it was anything short of fucking awesome. He had all of this experience, drive, passion. Carmen felt more real, more rawly human to you than anything. Or anyone you'd met before.
He changed you. You were softer, calmer.
And still, you worried for him, dragging him out of the ever all consuming anxiety. Sometimes this was through watching X-file reruns on the couch. And every night, you'd move a little closer. By now, he'd keep an arm around you as your eyes became heavy and the room stirred with darkness and comfortable silence. He prayed to whatever ruled above him that you wouldn't notice, simultaneously wishing you'd want him to hold you gently like this. Even grocery store trips, something so simple, felt this way—which you missed out on this morning. You'd stand on the edge of the cart, your hands supporting your weight as Carmen pushed the handle with both hands, eyes scanning the isle for whatever obscure ingredient he needed for the dinner he planned on making you that night.
Every time he looked away, you stared. His beautifully carved nose, the way he bit the inside of his cheek and furrowed his blonde eyebrows when he tried to focus on making a decision. You were afraid, in a weird, animalistic way. You hadn't stopped yourself from relying on him. What if loving him this way made him pull away–or worse, you? You had to admit, having something this painfully simple in your life that made up for the chaos, was a little hard to accept.
It took everything in you to pretend you didn't notice him cleaning up the bathroom you shared whenever either of you left your belongings lying around. You wanted to convince yourself it was because he didn't want to come off as a slob, or influence you to be one yourself. But it always felt more like he was looking after you. Nothing that belonged to you would ever be misplaced again. Not with Carmen around.
You took pride in the little things. Your shoes placed next to each other near the front door, your toothbrushes leaning against each other with corresponding colored clips to cover their bristles. This was good. Change was good.
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In conclusion I feel bittersweet feeling inside my heart at the end. I really like direction of his story in Invasion! I really love changes to his face (more corrupted yesss! First I need to get his skin to make better pictures of those changes cuz guess what! >:3c)
The erasure of Older Raidens make me damn weird because I can't take seriously young Raiden in (for example) MKX outfit like COME ON, this hurt my dilf heart DAMN IT.
New hat did not work for me ???? His MK11 OG hat is too perfect! They just give him whatever hat to put extra reward together with skin in my opinion x)
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Of course I believe that others will like "new era Dark Raiden" more than me. Nothing was promised and I am a bit delulu person to hype myself in this life. It makes me sad that MK11 version of Dark Raiden will stay as erasure promise tbh. In mk1 he just show up and lose to Mileena for a plot and never returned. Ghah I just love old man Dark Raiden so much and I feel empty right now.
So that's it.
I wish to everyone a nice time to grind his skin and everything around him! Drink water or I will come and give you all a big hug and hot chocolate!
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thewindbandit · 3 months
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Happy Valentine's Day! I doodled some of my Sky COTL friends for gifts and pose practice haha. Apologies for the lined paper but I like drawing on lined paper 😔
User tags below the cut as well as some messages uwu
@hollypies Holly! I had seen Sky around a bit before but your Sky posts were what finally encouraged me to play the game. We don't play together very often but every time we do is special to me
(no tumblr) Jen! My Sky sibling!! You've accompanied me many times through every realm. You're always willing to tag along and help and your presence makes bad days better
@flamma-nocturna Vo! I believe you were my first friend I unlocked chat with! You were the veteran to my moth and you helped me get acquainted with the realms. While we don't play together as often nowadays I enjoy the times we do
@awkwardpossum0 Armin! My mothmate, among... other things lmaooo. We started playing Sky around the same time and you let me drag you around and show you all the neat stuff I found. We got into the habit of doing dailies together and still do uwu
(no tumblr) Moon! My moth!! You don't play too often but whenever you do I enjoy guiding you through the realms and helping you with previous seasonal quests
@thatonekidwind Wind! Another moth!! (Or, you were when we first played together lol) You've done a lot of stuff on your own but that makes it all the more exciting to show you things you haven't seen or done. You add a lot of excitement and chaos to my Sky sessions hehe
@raycatz Ray! I don't know you too well yet but I've been a fan of your art for a while and it was great to meet and play with you! Sorry that first session was so chaotic lol if we play again I'll (probably) be more chill
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teddybeartoji · 4 months
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TO ALL MY LOVELIES TO MY BABIES TO MY GIRLFRIENDS AND BOYFRIENDS TO MY BELOVEDS i will read everything in a few days!!!!!!!! tomorrow is my last day of work (yayy) then i also have to edit and put together a video (world's best sister here btw) so my lacking braincells are trying to concentrate on that!!!!!!!
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anto-pops · 11 months
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I got tagged in this by a few people, thank you @just-another-fanfiction-writer @ominist @imaslytherpuff and @froggyinaspen for thinking of me !!
🎶✨When you get this, you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨
I hit shuffle so this is legitimately all over the place LMAO
The Upside - Lindsey Sterling
Black Sheep - Palaye Royale
Lento - Najwa
It's On Again - Alicia Keys
Snakes - PVRIS & MIYAVI
I'm almost positive everyone has done this by now so if I'm repeat-tagging you for it I'M SORRY !! @shadowtriovibes @legacygirlingreen @tiny-shot @ominisss @yaboysebby @ravenelyx @sallowly @xantineverdoer
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butchdonne · 1 year
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augh
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528-hotline · 5 months
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i don’t expect this on my ignoring safe words with matthew drabble like what?!?!-!/!!: thank u guys 😋
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well i guess i earned the reputation as a dark content writer??? maybe…. and i’m glad i’m not alone in this agenda 😖
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madame-mongoose · 2 years
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I JUST REALIZED IVE BEEN FORGETING TO DRAW HALLEY WITH HER EARRINGS 💀
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toothshock · 4 months
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damn. damn.
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dogboyboyshorts · 8 months
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i woke up from my nap and was like "omg i got fifteen notes while i was away, did my drawing get noticed?" but it was just a league of GhostQuartetheads liking my awesome post
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yuhenglesbian · 1 year
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opening tumblr once a year means that all my friends have rebranded again and i dont recognise anyone from the username 🫡
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midnoob · 2 years
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Teehee! * Chases you with a hammer *   * Chases you with a hammer *   * Chases you with a ha
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syn-amin · 6 months
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im really obsessed with @bixels and @tulliok's Grand Galloping 20s au at the moment, and wanted to try my hand at drawing their Fluttershy in a period inspired GGG dress!
i want to add some more butterfly motifs in the outfit, but i don't know when i'll get to that...
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spearxwind · 1 year
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{ [...] Some leviathans have been observed using their threat displays to hunt, dazzling their prey into sensory shock before striking. And isn't it mesmerizing? You can't look away. You can't look away. You can't look away. }
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xchrryblssmx · 3 months
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rejectedartist · 1 month
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She's everything. He's just Kaito.
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