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treasureplcnet · 2 months

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do you have any drawing tips? i'm just starting out and your style inspires me to keep going fr!!

HIYA !!! thank you that is so kind of you, i would say to keep drawing with references and do studies!! typically art studies (in like art school lol) are of old masters (da vinci, etc) but doing studies of styles that you like, like trying to copy a certain artist you like, also helps you develop skills !!

for example, lots of people (especially fanartists lol) do studies of artists like leyendecker while making the models their favorite characters/ocs, so it helps to make studies fun. literally look up leyendecker study on tumblr dot com and you will see hundreds.

(gets a bit long and rambly so i've thrown it under the cut :')

style studies can be anything! above was done while watching wolfwalkers, just loose sketches that copied the style as the movie went along. i love the design and style in that film, wanted to incorporate it in my character design work, so i tried it out myself! it let me know the kinds of shapes used in the construction, the way it moves (wrt to animation) and silhouettes. by copying something, you learn how to do it on the way (so the kinds of colors used, what works best with shading, etc) it's like. reverse engineering

even very loosely copying something to identify what you like about the style helps! these were modelled after the way slimsense on ig paints (her work is 2nd + 4th examples below, my attempts at 'paint' 1st and 3rd lol), but doesn't really look like her work. i'm not necessarily trying to make perfect copies. i liked that her paint didn't blend perfectly, was blocky, and the additional lineart over the painting, so i brought that into my own art. i tried to create a painting style that was 'my own' off of lots of trial and error, and seeing what stuck!

also find brushes you like! adobe has a bunch on their page (if you have photoshop, but i know there's some for procreate and other programs) and if you want the adobe brush files, lmk. i will send a drive link to you LOL (sketches of the same characters, using different brushes below. the two i used the most often, one being a solid inker and the other being a paintbrush)

generally doing figure drawing is good too. i've heard advice about art where you can only start breaking the rules after you understand them, and a good grasp on anatomy, proportions, etc is definitely a good place to start! good sites to use for this are line of action for poses, and the morpho books (if you need pdfs of this let me know, though you should be able to find them if you look lol) !

i would also say learn perspective early on. i have no tips for you here i am so sorry. i didn't and now it bites me in the ass, but there has to be a youtube tutorial for this out there that can help you AND me. same goes for color theory. quickly dropping my favorite van gogh quote of all time:

(quote is from a letter to his brother) just everyone needs the fundamentals first. don't worry about a personal style: that just comes naturally as you develop as an artist, and i was certainly inspired by a lot of the things i watched/consumed and artists i admired which absolutely shows in my work i think (manet. western comics. fma. avatar. pjo fanart. there are tells. you know how it is.)

also flip your canvas !!! like see below ... frankly this marcille is so lopsided (her entire face should shift to the left) LOL !! flipping horizontally makes the anatomy mistakes obvious, and shows you you what you need to fix. i should never have posted this as is but sometimes it works for humor and an artist is lazy </3

AND ALWAYS USE REFERENCES WHEN YOU CAN!! i should use more references tbh!!! it helps with posing, getting anatomy correct, etc, and my friends use pinterest a lot, though i tend to just google when i need to LOLLL

also draw what you like. there is genuinely nothing that is better for your art than getting into something REALLY BAD and then non stop drawing it. time + practice will lead to improvement no matter what the subject is!

i hope this was not too much information all at once !!! and some of it is helpful!!! it's a lot of basic improvement tips that i try to practice and use when i can :) so sorry that this got so long!!!!

#everyone and their mother is doing leyendecker studies like i should do one too #i would also kind of say 'find out how you like to draw'#i feel like lots of artists start by thinking you have to be able to do perfect realism but its not necessarily true #realism ofc helps. like ive said. its the foundation to start and it's good to know proportions and such #but if you realise you like to paint more like a impressionist than a preraphaelite . then its fine! just keep creating!#textposts that are like 'you should be creating for yourself and possibly 5 others who are into the same niche shit as you'#its true!!!!!!!!#this is actually so rambly. if this is not what you meant please let me know #i am also still learning and trying to get better. grind never stops. the only grind im happy to keep going at #answered #anon #also ok not sure also if there are manet tells . like there honestly arent but still. his art changed me.#ok goodnight. i shouldnt be awake. best of luck anon :)

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theowlhouseheadcanons · 4 years

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How would Luz work as a playable character in a fighting game?

okay, I got tons of fun making this

There are many fighting games, with various styles and mechanics, but when I saw your ask my brain shot straight to Super Smash Bros Ultimate/Brawlhalla, so I´ll be designing our human witch according to those games style!

General:

Just her casual clothes and the cloak Eda made for her;

Her glyphs are her main style of fighting, making her a medium/long-ranged character;

Her items include:

Toy Sword (default weapon item)

Azura´s book (can be thrown to cause a small ranged explosion of magic

( I´m ranging with the need to draw it in game style, so I might add it later;)

Combat:

Default Attacks: uses them attached to her hand, so she can uses her powers as an extended part of her movement, “punching” and “kicking” with fire, ice, plant arms and light; combos are a mix of those movements;

Powerful attacks: She throws glyphs on the floor to make a line of flames, or does a spin that projects ice spikes all around;

Blocking: She hold her cape in front of her, batman-ish style

Sword: default sword dynamics, but it makes recorded swing sounds when used, and when she picks it up it says “By the power of Skullgar!”

Poses/Emotions:

- Default: Luz will perform a little spin in place, which causes a bunch of little light spells to fly around her, finishing with her arms crossed and a “finger-gun-hand-pose” under her chin, beaming at the camera;

- Other: Luz puts a piece of paper on her hand, claps once, and a little light ball forms and flies over her head, then she keeps clapping hands, smiley - because it was a great game!

- Extra:

- I know there aren't “lost game” poses but I thought about this one would be funny:

Skins:

And one of the most key parts in gameplay: skins! The skins would correspond to her clothes on the series (obvious), and some of them would come with matching little changes in animation, exclusive weapons, and a thematic pose; Here are the ones I thought:

1 - Grom Outfit

- This is the most obvious and is such a must have it's practically default (at least it would be for me with I played lol)

- Her animations would seem slightly smoother, resembling dance moves;

- Her special pose would be that glance she throws at Amity over her card hand fan;

- Special items:

The Morning Star Weapon (substitutes her default weapon skin)

Grom Tiara (which increases the power of her attacks for an amount of time)

2 - Teen Abomination

- Her moves would be more “loose” and dragged because she´is portraying a clay, mindless being; Her card attacks are replaced by throws of abomination goo and abomination punches;

- The special pose would/must be that face she makes when Amity shakes her frenetically, with her arms up like a zombie;

- Special Items:

Abomination pot on pushcart: a pushcart crosses the scenario and pushes people on their way, exploding goo in the end that damages those around it; ;

Dagger(?) (substitutes Toy Sword)

3 - Artist Luz

- This one comes from those short clips with Luz and King giving some cute inspirational tips for making art, and it's so adorable it deserves to be in game;

- Instead of cards she would throw splashes of tint, sliding in a puddle of color she makes on the ground and jumping with the help of little paper wings she flaps when jumping;

- For her special pose I think a lot about her sitting on the ground with a notebook sketching OR drawing a little owl in her hand and showing it to the camera while “flapping” the wings with her hand;

- Special Items:

Special Items:

Giant Paintbrush (substitute Toy Sword)

Cursed Pencil: conjures a living drawing to help Luz!

4 - Grudgby Uniform

- “Wow, sports”

- Some of her attack animations with cards would be substituted by her throwing the game´s ball, and her jumps would be boosted by the wings on the shoes;

- Her pose could be her holding a little trophy like Eda´s;

Special Items:

Azura´s film: conjures the plant attack from the film that damages and pushes whoever´s on the way

The Rusty Smidge: Luz enters in rage mode by the injustice of this relic´s existence, increasing the power of her attacks with the game´s ball;

Extra - Otter (With a Dark Side)

- Just a vital skin for meme lore reasons ;)

- NO combat difference, moves just a little jumpier because of the loose costume

- Pose: >:3

(tell me if you like it! Depending on the feedback, I can make other characters too (?))

#I used more time than I expected #i would create and buy a game with her #the owl house #the owl house headcanons #toh #the owl house luz #luz noceda

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softboywriting · 4 years

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Welcome To The Pack | Mendes Triplets Series | Part Ten | Raul’s Ending

Summary: You’re a human who has moved in with the Mendes triplets as their newest housemate. You’ll have to learn to navigate life with werewolves, college classes, and your feelings for each guy. [fluff] [rauls ending] [drinking] [biting]

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|Masterlist In Bio|

Finding yourself three drinks down at a party is unlike you. You rarely drink and when you do it's usually in a much more controlled environment, aka, your own bedroom at home. You aren't sure why you took the first drink from the host, a girl named Amy who invited you and the boys after Shawn's game. Maybe you wanted to relax. Maybe you wanted to escape the stress of school and finals. Maybe, just maybe you want to escape the feelings you're having towards the guys. It's been a wild ride the last few weeks and so many mixed signals have been thrown around you aren't sure what's what.

By the second drink you were feeling loose. Warm in your tummy and throughout your veins. You started dancing, moving with the crowd in the living room. It felt good, free.

After your third drink, something super sweet and heavily liquored, you find yourself crashing. Probably the sugar, or alcohol, or maybe you're just exhausted from dancing. You find yourself now, collapsed on a couch watching people around you get increasingly more rowdy. You haven't seen Shawn or Raul in ages it seems. Peter came by you not too long ago to get some water in the kitchen but you didn’t say anything to him. Suddenly you feel panicked, alone, scared and drunk around a bunch of strangers.

You catch a glimpse of Raul near the stairs. You're not sure how you know it's him, you just do. "Raul." Your voice sounds horrible and you've got some burning in your throat. "Raul!"

Raul turns and spots you on the couch. He walks over and sinks down beside you. "You called?"

"I need you."

"Oh?"

You stare at him with half lidded eyes, everything a little blurry. He looks flushed, hair a mess from running his hands through it too much. A bad habit of his. "I was scared. I realized I don't know anybody."

Raul takes your hand. "I'm here."

You smile weakly. "Can we go somewhere quiet?"

"It is too loud, huh?" He pushes himself up and grabs your hands, pulling you up into his chest. He wraps his arms around you. "Wanna go outside?"

"But it's cold?"

"Not on the porch, there are heaters. Come on." Raul walks you to the screen door to the porch. Sure enough it's warms like he said. There is a heat lamp in the corner emitting waves of warmth across the screened in porch. There is no one out there surprisingly. "Take a seat," he says, plopping down on a cushioned bench.

As you move to sit down he stops you, hand on your back. "What? Something wrong?"

"Sit here." He pats his lap and you give him a wary look, unsure of the implications it may bring. "I said sit."

You waste no time and plop down across his legs. He runs a hand up your back, his other finding your jaw and gently turning your face towards him. "Your fangs are out," you giggle, touching his lower lip.

He grins lazily, showing off the prominent teeth in question. "Drinking makes it hard to control my features." He twists a bit of your hair around his fingers and tugs a little. "I don't usually drink, I don't like how I get."

"Me neither." You cup his jaw, thumb sliding over the dark dusting of stubble there and he leans into your hand, playfully biting at your palm. "You're so gorgeous."

His eyes slowly turn a rich dark honey color. You know egging him on like this is risky in his loose state, but you can't help yourself. He looks so good and so...wild. "Is this why you wanted to go somewhere quiet?" He asks, pulling his cheek away from your hand.

"Hmm?" You slide your hand into his hair instead. "Is what why?"

"This," he presses his head against your hand. "The petting."

"Petting?" You giggle, now toying with him. You run your fingers through his short messy loose curls. "I didn't know I was petting you."

He growls, eyes rolling back as you scratch along his scalp. "Stop."

"Make me." You grip his hair and tug as he grabs your leg harshly.

"You wanna play games?" He asks roughly, voice wrecked with lust as he opens his eyes and meets yours. "You shouldn't do this with me."

"I can't resist." You tug his hair again, eliciting a loud groan before you slide off his lap. You step back and he stands, body language tense. "Will you play a game with me then?"

"No."

You bite your lip and he gives you a look. "So if I run and hide, you won't chase me?"

"I didn't say that."

"Oh?" You step back toward the open screen door. "Well I guess I'll just..." You take off into the house and you can hear Raul behind you. Your heart races, pounding hard in your chest as you push through groups of people. You get to the stairs and take them two at a time as you run up them to escape him. It's no good, you’re too slow and stumbly in your tipsy state, he's right behind you. You dodge into a bedroom and that's the end. You feel him before you see him, his warmth along your back as he corners you, hands on your waist.

"Is this how it's gonna be?" He asks, mouth on your neck. "You're gonna make me hunt you down if I want you?"

"You like it."

Raul growls and sinks his teeth into the back of your neck. It sends a thrill followed by an ache through your body. Something about the way bites like you're his, it makes you weak. "Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to bite you, to chase you down and punish you for pulling my hair?"

"I'm not going to say no to that."

Raul pulls back and you turn around. He looks absolutely out of his mind. His teeth are showing, eyes fully changed. He looks borderline terrifying but you like it. You never thought you would but seeing him like this is doing something for you. You want that wild side of him. It’s so much different than anyone else you’ve ever been with.

"You should go." Raul says, looking down.

"Why? We were just messing around. It’s just for fun and-"

"I can't hurt you. I can't get involved right now. Not like this." He steps away toward the door. "I'm sorry."

Just like that you're alone. It hurts. You thought things were going well, that you were playing with him and he was playing back. You thought maybe for once you had fully broken down that wall he keeps building around himself. You wish you could fight it, you wish you could stop feeling something for him everytime you see him. It's like two steps forward and three steps back. Just when you think you have a good chance, he pulls away. You need to talk to him, sober and in a good mood, you have to lay it all out and serve your heart up on a silver platter. Either he'll reject you or he'll feel the same and you'll have made the best decision of your entire life. You know deep down that he's a good guy, that he has a heart of gold and he cares about you. It's just a matter of getting to it.

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The day after the party you wake up and you’re hungover. You feel like shit and everything just feels off. You suspect it’s probably the four shots you had after Raul ghosted you. Or maybe it’s the lack of sleep you got. Either way, something feels heavier about the world today and it’s not just because you’re hungover. You make your way downstairs for some food around ten, having laid in bed and watched some videos about how crayons and cookie cutters are made just because it caught your attention and numbed your mind for a while.

The house is oddly quiet for a Saturday morning. Usually Shawn is awake and running around like a mad man getting ready to go to practice, but since the game was on a Friday that isn’t happening. Shawn doesn’t even seem to be home judging by the lack of his Jeep in the driveway. You pass Peter’s room on the way downstairs and it’s open. He is nowhere in sight for either.

When you enter the kitchen you find Raul sitting at the table sketching something. He stops when you walk in and then resumes momentarily as if to finish something. He’s not the first person you want to talk to after last night.

"You feeling okay?" He asks, looking up once more, eyes sweeping over your no doubt disheveled pajamas.

"Kinda hungover."

"Oh."

"I'm just not feeling right.”

Raul stands and grabs you a mug for coffee while you dig through the fridge for whatever you can find to snack on. He’s quiet for a moment while he sets up the single cup brewer and you’re afraid that the awkwardness of last night is getting to him.

Finally he says something. "I know painting always helps me when I'm in a mood. I just grab some colors and do whatever I feel. Sometimes it's something like roses and other still life, but other times it's just a hand full of paint and I go apeshit on a canvas."

"That actually sounds kind of fun."

"Here." He hands you a cup of freshly brewed coffee and two sugar packets, the way you like it. "Wanna try it out?"

“Sure.” You cradle the mug in your hands and take a sip. A perfect dark roast. That single cup brewer was the best thing Raul ever bought for the house. “Why not?

Raul leads you upstairs and hands you an old shirt of his that is covered in paint spots. He goes to grab his paint, a huge caddy of different tubes in varying shades. He sets the paint down and grabs the tin cup of brushes for you too. “Okay, so just do whatever you want.”

“Hmm.” You set your mug down on his dresser and look at the two blank canvases he has against the wall. One is quite large, probably kind of expensive. You don’t want to go for that one in case he’s planning on using it for something. The other canvas is good sized, probably half your height. “You’re sure?” you ask, turning and facing Raul. “I can use one of these?”

“Yeah, go for it. I’d love to have an original by you.”

“What if it’s ugly?”

“It’s never ugly if you truly love it.” Raul smiles and you turn back to the canvases. “Go on, don’t be scared.”

“I’m not scared.” You grab a tube of blue paint and a brush. There is a small pallet that looks like one Raul used recently, it’s not been cleaned off yet and the paint is dried on. You grab it and squeeze some paint onto it. “I don’t know what to do.”

Raul walks up behind you and brackets your body with his own, hands coming around your wrists. He guides your hand with the brush into the paint and then to the canvas. “Just...like this.” He guides your brush down and then up and to the side. He pauses, mid stroke and you before you can ask what is wrong he mumbles a soft, “I’m sorry.”

“What?” You look back at him and he tugs down the back of the neck of your shirt.

“Your skin is bruised from when I bit you.”

“Oh.” You reach back and try to feel for anything out of the ordinary. “It doesn’t hurt. I think it must just be broken blood vessels.”

Raul holds your shoulders and leans into kiss your neck. “I promised you I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“I’m not hurt. It’s just a mark.”

He makes a noise of protest but doesn’t say anything.

You dip your brush back into the paint and touch it to the canvas. “I’m not making anything. Shouldn’t I painting be like...purposefully?” You ask, attempting to change the subject back to painting.

“It is purposeful.” He steps back and you paint on a few more nonsensical blue lines. “What do you feel?”

“Confused.”

“No, like deep down. You said you weren’t feeling the best today. Show me.” Raul places the paint caddy closer. “Show me, and don’t tell me.”

You look to him and he has his arms crossed, watching you intently. It’s a little intimidating. You grab black from the bucket and squeeze a dollop on to the pallet. The brush streaks the black along as you paint a little curl. Everything feels too formal. It feels like you’re trying too hard to make something good. That isn’t the point. You drop the brush and stick your hand in the paint on the pallet, palm half blue and half black. You smear it down the center of the spots you painted with the brush. It feels good.

“There you go.”

You grab red, purple and the black again. You squeeze the paint directly on your hand and press it to the white bits of canvas over and over until the paint is mostly off your hand. The whole thing is a mess. A smile spreads across your face and you can’t stop it. The sheer ridiculousness of the situation is too fun and it’s really helping you ease the tension from last night. “Raul, I need your hand.”

“Mine?” He steps closer and holds his hand out palm up for you. “What for?”

“Art.” You put some purple on his palm and spread it around with your fingertips until it’s covered. “Put yours on there.”

Raul presses his purple hand to the canvas and pulls away, leaving a big print. “Is that what you wanted?”

“Yeah.” You mix some purple and blue in your hand for a darker blue and you make a bunch of hand prints around Raul’s. Minutes pass and you just keep adding more and more paint, destroying some hand prints and making others. You always leave Raul’s perfectly intact. It’s the centerpiece, the reason for your painting. “I think I’m done.” You say after there is no white canvas left. “I feel better.”

“Good. It looks great.” Raul pulls you back by your shoulders and you take a few steps back with him. “I love it."

"It's like a kindergarten project."

"No. It's art. It's your expressive piece, don't be negative because it's not some big complicated detailed painting." Raul moves around you and grabs a brush. "You have to sign it."

You push the brush away and grab the white paint. You look to Raul as you cover your hand. He's smiling, a look of pure joy on his face. Your heart skips as he moves closer, hand outstretched.

"You've got some hair in your face. Can I?"

"Please."

Raul brushes your hair back and cups your cheek. His other hand, the one with the purple paint rests on your neck, thumb over your pulse point. There is no doubt he can feel your heart pounding. "Your eyes are beautiful."

"They are?"

"Mmhmm." He stares, eyes heavy lidded and you can't help but try to look away. "They're my favorite color.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Hey, look at me." He says softly and you do. "Don't be embarrassed."

"I-I'm not....and if you love my eye color so much why have you never showed me what you painted with it?"

"I'll show you. I promise." Raul slides his hand from your cheek into your hair. His eyes leave yours for just a moment to look to your lips. They feel dry and you're suddenly very aware of that so you lick them just as he looks. You're sure it is sending a very suggestive message, one you aren’t going to revoke. "Can I kiss you?" He asks.

"Yes."

He leans in and you bring your hand up to lay on his chest. His heart is beating just a wildly as yours is. You're sure he's a nervous wreck under his cool exterior. You smile, chuckling a little and making him pull back just enough to keep his lips against yours.

"What?" He whispers, eyes meeting yours. "What's so funny?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Mmhmm. I knew you were a softie underneath it all." You bump his nose with yours and he pretends to curl his lip up at you. "I guess you're not as wild as you appear."

Raul adjusts the hand on your throat, pressing a bit and your mouth falls open just a little. "I'm as wild as I need to be, and you love it."

"I do." You murmur and he kisses you again, teeth sinking into your lip carefully as he tilts your head up for a deeper kiss. You lean into him, moaning a little as he licks into your mouth. He kisses like no one else you've been with before and you love it.

Raul pulls away. He smirks, eyes now on your neck. "Oops."

"What?" You reach up and touch your skin where his hand had been. There are remnants of purple on your fingertips. "Is there a handprint on my neck?"

He nods, biting his lip. "Sure is."

You point to his shirt where you laid your hand. There's a white hand print right over his heart. "You got a little something there too."

Raul looks down and pulls his shirt out. "Oh, looks like you left your mark on me."

"I guess we're even now for my neck."

"Mmm, but I plan on leaving a lot more marks on you." He steps forward and you stop him with your hand. “If you’ll let me.”

"Easy. I have to finish my painting." You look over and he does too. "And you have a painting to show me."

“I’ll go grab it.” Rauls says and turns to go out of his room.

You cover your hand in white paint again and press it to his purple hand print on the canvas. It’s smaller and you smile as you pull away. It’s a mess, a huge mess of colors and chaos but in the center of it all is those hand prints. It’s kind of a perfect metaphor for you and Raul.

“Hey, have you seen-”

You turn and see Peter standing in the doorway to Raul’s room with Shawn behind him. “Have I seen what?”

Shawn pulls Peter back by his shoulder and laughs. “Nothing, we were just looking for you. Wanted to make sure you got home okay last night.”

“Looks like you did,” Peter says and points to his neck. “You got a little...uh...paint on your neck right here.”

You bite your lip and nod. “Yeah, it’s Raul’s fault.”

“Oh. Because it looks like a hand...print.” Peter says softly as he realizes that it wasn’t an accident and a handprint like that means...well....could mean a more intimate situation. “We’ll be going.”

Raul pushes in to the room past the other two and he’s holding a canvas. “What do you guys want?”

“Nothing.” Shawn says, grabbing the door handle and pulling it closed. “We were just checking up on you guys.”

“We’re good, thanks guys.” Raul says with a chuckle, looking to you and holding up the painting. “Here...it is.” He walks toward you and stops, looking at your little white hand in his on the canvas. “You signed it.”

“I did.”

Raul hands you a small canvas and you take it with your clean hand. It’s a painting of you and all three boys, like a family portrait. It’s like staring at a photograph it’s so perfect. “I was going to give it to you for the holidays.” He says and you turn it over to see he’s signed the back. Below his name is the words, Welcome To The Pack. “But I promised I’d show it to you when it was done.”

“I love it.” You set it down and pull him close. “Thank you.”

He cups your face and kisses you gently. “No, thank you. I don’t know where I'd be if you hadn’t moved in. I can't imagine not falling for you and finding the softer side of myself again. I...I adore you.”

“I adore you too Raul.” You press your forehead to his and he closes his eyes. “I adore you too.”

End

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blackhakumen · 4 years

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Mini Fanfic #267: Teenagers React to a Bunch of Adults Losing to a Simple Golf Game (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

Mario

Mario: (Running Around While Crying on Screen)

Ren: Huh. So Mario's a whiner. Who would've guess.....

Futuba: I know, right? A grown man crying about a simple Golf game.... It's pretty sad in hindsight.....

Pit: (Turns to Yoshi) Was Mario always like this when he loses?

Yoshi: Not all the time. Though, I find it odd that he would act this Over Dramatic over some golf game.

Sonic: (Shrugged) Maybe Toadstool Tour was huge deal back then.

Yoshi: Maybe....

Luigi

Luigi: (On Screen) I'm a loser.....

Haru: (Feels Terrible for Luigi) Poor Luigi-Senpai.......

Futuba: (Frowns Little Sadly) Yeah. I don't think he's a loser.

Yoshi: You darn right he isn't. My dad is one of the coolest heroes I've ever known!

Dark Pit: Bet Viridi gonna have a field day when she see this....

Yoshi: Speaking of which....(Turns to Pit) Why does your girlfriend hates my dad so much, Pit?

Pit: (Rubbing the back of his head Back and Forth) I'm not really sure myself. Viridi does have a way of putting people down and stuff. I'm sorry...

Yoshi: Ah don't worry about it, man. I was just wondering is all. You're cool.

Pit: (Feels a Little Better) Thanks, Yoshi...

Peach

Peach: (Starts to Faint on screen)

Morgana: Really don't think it's necessary to faint over a golf game...

Sonic: (Already Embarrassed) Right? I know mom is a princess and all but still.....

Daisy

Daisy: (On Screen) Nonono, you CLOUT!

Makoto: Hm....

Ren: Something's up, Makoto?

Makoto: I don't know why but....I feel like the princess' outburst is exactly what I expected her to have.

Yoshi: You're not wrong. My mom can be pretty competitive when comes to sport events. (Starts Rolling his eyes) Apparently Golf is one of them....

Yoshi

Yoshi: (Fell Down from Dizziness on screen)

Haru/Ann/Futuba: Awww......

Yoshi: (Facepalms in Annoyance on how Adorable he's being on screen) God I wish I'd didn't do that.....

Pit: Well....you were kind of adorable when you lost.

Yoshi: I'm a freaking dinosaur, Pit! Dinosaurs aren't supposed to be cute or adorable! We eat stuff! We throw eggs at people! We even learned how drive somehow!! I speak for all of us that we demand to be taken seriously!!!

Haru: (Gives Yoshi a caring hug) Please don't be mad, Yoshi-kun.

Ann: (Joins in on the hug) Yeah. We know that you're more than just an adorable bundle of joy.

Futuba: (Joins in as well) You're still cool in our book, Yoshi. We love you, man.

Yoshi: (Blushes while looking away, Pouting) Love you guys too.....(Noticed Dark Pit was smirking at him) ('Sigh') What now?

Dark Pit: Nice shirt.

Yoshi: (Upset by Dark Pit's remarks) And there is it!!!

Makoto: Don't make fun of Yoshi, Dark Pit.

Dark Pit: But I-

Makoto: (Instantly gave Dark Pit the Cold Glare)

Dark Pit: I'll stop now....

Makoto: (Smiles Softly) Thank you.

Koopa Troopa

Koopa Troopa: (Hides in his Shell on screen)

Ren: You know, this might be the most normal loss reaction we've seen so far.

Yusuke: Well he is a part of the Koopa family after all. He's bound to hide in his shell from defeat eventually.

Birdo

Birdo: (Stomping Around in Distress on screen)

Pit: (Whispers to Yoshi) Hey, Yoshi.

Yoshi: Yeah?

Pit: Is Birdo really a girl or....

Yoshi: I...... Honestly have no idea.... I'm not even sure the rest of my species even knows at this point.

Pit: Huh. Weird.

Yoshi: I know, right?

Donkey Kong

DK: (Throws a Random Barrel and begins slam the ground in anger on screen)

Ryuji: Wow even DK taking this loss too seriously now...

Futuba: What do you expect from the gorilla who throws barrels at Mario since the 80s?

Sonic: Actually....that gorilla was Cranky Kong when he was a lot younger.

Yoshi: And the original "Jumpman" was actually Mario and Luigi's father.

Futuba: (Eyes Widened and Mouth Wide open in shock) ...........

Sonic: Is.... Futuba's gonna be okay or....

Ren: Give her a moment.

Morgana: In Three....Two....One.....

Futuba: WHAT?!

Diddy Kong

Diddy Kong: (Jumping Around in Frustration on screen)

Ryuji: (Eyes Widened) I thought DK got a bad temper but this kid had it much worse.

Pit: He is Donkey Kong's nephew after all.

Futuba: Diddy was Donkey Kong's nephew?! I thought he was just his little buddy.

Pit: I mean he still is. Just on a more... family type of thing, you know?

Futuba: .........Guys, I think my mind just gotten blown right now.

Morgana: (Rolled his Eyes) Of course it did, Futuba....

Wario

Wario: (Throws a Random Giant Boulder before rage quitting on screen)

Ren: Where the hell did he get that boulder from?

Sonic: I felt sorry for the guy he threw that boulder at....

Suddenly that same boulder was thrown back at Wario's head. Squishing him almost entirely.

Sonic: (Eyes Widened) Or not.

Tiny Wario: (Starts waddling around in anger)

Morgana: (Very Surprised) How in the heck did Wario survived that?!

Yoshi: Getting Crush by a boulder? Oh that's just a Tuesday for the guy. In fact, Wario can survive from a lot of things. Getting Poisoned, Getting Burned Alive, Getting Flattened like an actual pancake, and etc. He's pretty tough to kill not gonna lie.

Morgana: (Eyes Widened) .............I honestly don't know how to feel about that.....

Yoshi: It's best not to think too much about it, honestly.

Waluigi

Waluigi: (Being Over Dramatic on Screen) WHY?!

Sonic: (Unimpressed) Does anyone else think that's this how he acts when he didn't get invited to Smash?

Teens: (Unimpressedly Agrees) Yeah....

Dark Pit: (Crosses His Arms) The man was always a Drama Queen....

Bowser

Bowser: (Starts Beating on the ground in defeat on screen)

Sonic: (Facepalms) I swear....This guy acts like he lost a war or something...

Pit: Well given the fact that he constantly lose to Mario 24/7, it was always a matter of time before he lose so Dramatically....

Dark Pit: Since when does Bowser EVER act calm when he loses to Mario at anything?

Pit: ........If I have to guess, I'd say.... probably never?

Dark Pit: Not the answer I was looking for, Pit-Stain, but whatever...

Bowser Jr.

Bowser Jr: (Crying on Screen)

Haru: (Feels Incredibly Terrible for Bowser Jr.) Oh my goodness.... This is so heartbreaking to watch. I wish I could give him a hug and tell him that "Everything will be okay."

Morgana: I don't think hugging him would be a good idea. He has spikes on his shell, remember?

Haru: Oh....(Have A Sudden Determination on her face) Will no matter. I'll just find safest equipment from impalement just in case.

Morgana: ('Sigh') Never change, Haru-san. Never change.

Boo

Boo: (Rolling Around in Sadness on screen)

Ryuji: Soooo...Boos are like actual ghosts, right?

Ren: Yeah....

Ryuji: Well... Shouldn't they disappear I the sunlight by now?

Ren: I'm not even sure myself, man....

Shadow Mario

Shadow Mario: (Trip Down on the Ground and sat there in annoyance on screen)

Sonic: Wait. So if Bowser Jr's in this game too, who was Shadow Mario this entire time?

Ren: That's..... honestly a good question...Who was he?

Futuba: (Looked Up Shadow Mario's Identity on her phone) ........Huh.

Ren: What did you find, sis?

Futuba: Says here on my phone that the guy being Shadow Mario was some relay racer from Gelato Beach named Il Piantissimo.

Ren: You mean that guy in a Pianta costume? Why would he wanna join a Golf Tournament.

Futuba: I don't know, man....

Petey Piranha

Petey: (Threw Up Mud like Goop on the Golf Course on screen)

Ann: (Clearly Disgusted) ...........Is that really what I think it is?

Ren: I'm sure that's all just mud.....or....at least I hope it is...

Yusuke: The colors and texture of this liquid object is unusual....and yet..... Fascinating.....(Immediately Got put his sketch book as he made himself closer towards the screen) I must make a master piece out of it.

Futuba: (Facepalms) Don't even think about it, Inari.....

Reaction Over

Makoto: Well...That was all interesting all things considered.

Pit: (Smiles Brightly) You know, I had a great time with you guys today. Even if it does involve watching Mario and the others over reacting to losing a golf game.

Ann: (Smiles Softly) We had with you guys too, Pit-san. We should definitely do this again sometime.

Sonic: Well.....we could watch Mario and the others react to losing AND winning a soccer game on Strikers Charged.

Ryuji: Mario had a soccer game? Since when?

Yoshi: Two decades ago. (Remember Entering both Soccer events very well) It was..... interesting to say the least....

Makoto: How about we do that another and spend some time on Smash Town today. I think we had enough craziness for one day as it is....

Everyone Agrees as they all casually walks out the Mansion's door to enjoy the rest of the day together.

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DOG DAYS ARE OVER : CHAP 5

AN: Hello frens! Are you having a nice sunday? In this chapter we exchange some texts. But also we make fun of Josh just because. In the next chapter, things get complicated between the three of you... I hope you’ll like it. Please feel free to comment or send me prompts!

Pairing : Jake Kiszka x Reader

Genre : College AU

Previous parts : Prologue ; Chap 1 ; Chap 2 ; Chap 3 ; Chap 4

Masterlist : here

Chapter five : New number, who dis ?

Packing never made me feel weird before. It was friday afternoon so a majority of students were going home or, like me, to their parents' place for the week end. Most of the time I'd stay in my dorm with Mandy because we had so much homework there was no point coming home at all. I already knew for a fact that I'll be locked up in my room all week end painting, drawing, and cutting paper, but I promised I'd see them since it has been a while. My parents' cooking and comfy house usually made me impatient but not this time. I knew the boys were staying on campus because they lived far away, and it gave me mixed feelings. Part of me longed for Jake, and the feeling of his touch on my wrist was still so vivid I sometimes got the impression his hand was still here. On the other hand, he and Josh were big family guys, and seeing them missing their home so much while I was reluctant to see mine made me feel like a spoiled brat. That's why instead of calling to tell my parents I wasn't coming home this week end either, I went home to enjoy every bit of it.

My mom had already made my favorite dish, and dad was excitedly chatting about this new movie he saw on tv the other day. It felt good, I could allow myself to relax a little, take a bath, hang out with some friends for an hour or two after finishing an assignment.

Sitting at my desk, I dropped the pen and stretched my back, falling back onto the chair and looking at my work. I did good this week, so the teacher didn't make me redo any of my assignments, which was very fortunate because I still had a flyer design to create. I unfolded that one Jake gave to me and took a look at all the infos, preparing a draft of my first idea. Why they didn't let the Illustration department do the visual com design was a mystery. By the look of it I bet it was the Music and Architecture dudes who made it. There was a bunch of band names thrown in the middle, what looked like a pixelled stock image of a Santa hat in a corner, « with beer ! » in a really ugly comic bubble in another, and the worst was that they though Comic Sans was an acceptable font choice. Unbelievable. That's why we can't let Architecture dudes do anything.

Creating a decent design took me a solid two hours, which was way faster than I planned. Getting up, I studied it from a distance, looking for flaws. It wasn't the best I could've done but it was pretty cool and not printed with neon yellow paper. For now, I'll rest my head for a bit and see if I can sketch the few more ideas I came up with later on. Feeling proud of my work, I took a picture to send it to Jake. It was dark and quiet outside, and one glance at the clock confirmed my thoughts on how late it was already. Biting my lower lip, I struggled. Maybe he was sleeping.

I never texted him since he gave me his number. I mean he gave it to me so we could talk about the flyers, right ? I would've been uneasy using it for another reason. Pondering whether of not I should maybe wake him up, I started pacing in my room, tidying and touching things, stuff I did when I was nervous. My arm still had some black marker on it, faded shapes and symbols vaguely resembling numbers, like an old letter with smudged ink and discolored paper. At first I didn't wanted to wash it off. Mandy and I got so excited by it we cheered together right after school, and classmates seemed intrigued by it. The cold weather didn't allow me to show too much skin so it could look like a tattoo, or a hot guy gave me his number (which was technically true). It could look like I just wrote it myself, but it was totally lame so I didn't want to think about it. Although I really enjoyed that empowering feeling of being someone's interest, at least a little, I scrubbed it hard the same evening. I didn't know if Josh was aware of it and couldn't raise suspicion in case he wasn't. It looked like we were doing something bad, and maybe we were, I had no clue. Guys had that weird rule regarding friends dating brothers and according to Netflix romcoms I was walking on thin fucking ice so I wasn't taking any risks. To be honest I don't think Josh would mind us talking but Jake seemed like a secretive guys so if he told Josh then I'll talk about it and otherwise, I won't. I'll just go with the flow and follow his lead on this, it was safer.

It was almost 2AM when I sent the pic and left my room to get a nice cup of tea/coffee after all these efforts. By the time I got back I had one new message.

« Hi to you too »

I felt my heart jump a little when I saw his name at the top of the screen, and his first text made me smile. I got so pumped by all these design ideas that I forgot to tell him it was me. The picture made it clear enough, though, but maybe it was a bit rude of me. Taking a sip of hot tea/coffee before putting the mug on the night table, I sat on the bed, eyes still on my phone, thinking of an answer. It took me maybe too long because I kept on rereading it to be sure I wouldn't embarrass myself with a typo.

« Hi, sorry. So what do you think ? »

The phone was threwn on the blankets and I turned on the tv to make me think of something else than his future reply. Saying that I was confident would be half-true. The design was good or so I thought so, but then again tastes were all too subjectives and art was tricky. He had all the right to hate it, I wouldn't take it personally (well at least not a hundred percent...). Idly watching a re-run of some old sitcom, I continued to quietly empty my cup and switch channels without really paying attention when I heard my phone buzz and let everything down to grab it.

« I got to admit you were right, our flyers sucked, this one looks fantastic »

And maybe my cheeks started turning pink. Compliments on my art meant a lot, more than those on my personnality or physic. It was really rewarding to have someone enjoy something you created from your own hands. It felt better than any other flattery, so the reply came naturally.

« I'm so glad you like it. I had a few more ideas in stock just in case »

His next message came so fast this time that I didn't even put down my phone yet when I felt it vibrate in my palm.

« Thank you for this, I really appreciate it. I'll owe you one. »

His sweet personality made a smile spread across my face. I took the flyer in my hand again, studying it. The number of bands playing this day was surprisingly high. Some of them I knew because I either heard people talk about it, or knew the guys playing. One especially because they kept rehearsing their rap lyrics in the dorms for everybody to enjoy, which I didn't since they started loudly singing at three in the morning and ignored all my complaints about the noise of their boombox. But most of the bands, no, I didn't know. I continued watching intently the names of the bands playing as if I'll have an epiphany and guess which was Jake's. Giving up, I took my phone again to tap.

« Don't sweat it, I'm glad to help. So... which one are you... ? »

Again, the reply was faster than the first texts we exchanged, despite the late hour.

« You mean the band ? Guess you'll have to come and find out »

I raised an amused eyebrow at this. Getting cocky, aren't we ?

« Alright then, Mister Mysterious, I'll wait and see. »

« You won't regret it. », replied Jake, and for some reason my face started heating up again.

We didn't speak for several minutes, I didn't know what to say now that the topic was closed, and I had nothing to add to it. Switching channels and drinking tea/coffee didn't gave me much help either, at this hour it was either old re-runs, or tv shopping. My eyes looked at the digital alarm clock, and it was almost three in the morning. That's how I knew what to write next.

« I just thought about it, but didn't I wake you up ? »

He was fast as ever again this time, probably wide awake and without anything to do.

« No, don't worry. Rehearsing with my brothers. I'm taking a break until Sam and Josh stop arguing and find a compromise for the new song. Our friend Danny's being the peace keeper once again, I left him alone on the battlefield and went out for a smoke. »

The war metaphor made me chuckle lightly, causing my imagination to run wild. The thought went through my mind that I couldn't believe they would argue, but since they were brothers it was normal I guess, even if they seemed pretty close. Close enough to form a band together at least. I never saw Josh angry, but he had a very vivid temperament, so it wasn't really much of a surprise either. My mind wandered a bit, and I briefly wondered how Jake looked in a heated argument. Probably hot, but also intimidating. He had that kind of quiet aura that seemed like it could become suddenly agitated, like a spotless watercourse that got troubled by the rain or rocks that ricocheted on it. I couldn't explain it, but it was how my limited knowledge of him perceived it.

My phone buzzed again, and this time it was a picture that made me snort in the ugliest way possible. It was a very unflattering close up of a moody and clearly unamused Josh who looked like he was in the middle of scolding Jake for doing whatever he did that got him upset. More of it came, one after the other, for my greatest amusement, and by looking at them in order I could see his actions and movements, like a flipbook of ugly pictures of an angry Josh wearing a colorful dyed t shirt and ample pants that I assumed were his pajamas. The last one got me shaking with laughter, poor Josh looked awful, in a middle of what I assumed was a menacing speech for Jake to stop his bullshit, with an eye half closed and his mouth stuck the weirdest twist of the lips humanly possible. I saved this one as blackmail material, might be helpful in the future.

I didn't even know what to respond to that, they all radiated such chaotic energy it was splendid. Jake was quicker, and sent me a text this time, saying Josh threw his slipper at his face and that he was lucky he hadn't had the tambourine in his hands at that moment.

« I guess rehearsal is over for today, hopefully they'll make up their minds about the song tomorrow. Thanks again for the flyers, see you on monday, we'll print them. »

I never knew I'd be that impatient to go back to school before meeting him.

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