#I forgot while sketching and it’s too late now

[snailto0th]

I missed their birthday because I’m a terrible person so happy late birthday to Finn and Fern! Will I finish rendering Fern? Who knows :)

Some zoomed in screenshots to show detail under the cut:

I did not crop these equally do not look too close LMAOO

#something very tragically ironic abou the fact that fern isn’t rendered yet and Finn looks all shiny #fern I promise I didn’t mean it I love you #fern the human #finn the human #adventure time #snail sketches #ALSO I KNOW Fern doesn’t have shoes #I forgot while sketching and it’s too late now #adventure time fanart #fanart #art #procreate #rake brushes my beloved how did I ever live without you

[soranker]

Heya! Saw your cry for a distraction and honestly such a mood.

I've got a question!

What's your least favorite thing to draw/do when you make art?

I'm on my own art journey right now and kind of dread the transition from lineart to coloring.

Trying to study anatomy right now and ignore rendering but I'm curious what other artists feel is challenging or just like 'ugh, ok time for [x]'

OHHH in terms of what's challenging, for me it's definitely coloring, rendering, backgrounds, and composition HAHA (<- chronic flat colors user who only draws character art on a floating white background)

i love focusing on gesture and lines when i draw ^_^ i rely mostly on intuition for the other stuff but it really only takes u so far T_T i'll spend hours trying to fix something by trial and error when i probably couldve saved that time by putting in more conscious studying/practice lol

#the thing that keeps me from getting too down about it tho is that it just takes some dedicated time and practice!!! #one of my goals this year is to take a class on one of those things!! or read a book on it or smth lol #for me i like learning the theory behind those things. makes things click and saves me a lot of time and frustration down the road lol #just the other day i was working on smth and the colors took me FOREVERRRR to figure out T_T #it's like. i kinda knew why the colors didnt work together but i didn't know how to pick the right ones to fix it. #it's nice to have tools to fall back on when you get stuck/intuition fails you #BUT!! everyone is different #the important thing is to not get too hung up on the things you are weak in ^_^ it's only temporary as long as ur patient and practice!! #i think its hilarious how u put it tho 'ugh ok time for' BC IT RLY DO FEEL LIKE THAT SOMETIMES DKJFHASF #me when i finish my sketch/lines. ugh now time for everything else BAHAHA #ALSO SORRY I REPLIED SO LATE this has been sitting in drafts for a while and i forgot to finish writing my response omfg

[lelengerine]

now playing... "show and tell"

pairing | basketball varsity!chenle x artist!reader

synopsis | draw a pretty boy and perhaps he'll come to you.

genre | just literal 3 am fluff thoughts, bball player chenle slight brainrot, no specific prns are used (lmk if there's anything i've missed!)

wc | 0.9k

notes | so... i'm back and it's been a long while 😄 kinda forgot about tumblr for a sec but i hope you guys still remember me TT i was pretty much in a slump + acads were crazy, however!!! i am back!!! somewhat!!! likes and feedback are always appreciated (also new post layout yayy)

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the air inside the school’s gymnasium has always felt humid as it clings to your skin like a damp blanket. the place has the distinct scent of sweat — entire buckets of it actually — while the occasional skid of sneakers on the rubber floor sends involuntary shivers down your spine. it’s hardly a place one would choose for peace of mind, yet here you are, perched on the bleachers, busily drawing on your sketchpad all because of a boy.

honestly, you wouldn’t be willingly subjecting yourself to this either if he wasn’t so… pretty. he sported vibrant orange hair that matched him well, the tips sticking together from the sweat on his forehead. his cheeks were flushed from from the heat, but that didn’t bother him one bit as he energetically ran around the court. but it's his smile that captivates you the most, its brightness rivaling that of the sun, his eyes forming playful whiskers as they crinkle into crescents — a sight you've translated onto the pages of your sketchbook more times than you’d like to admit.

how were you supposed to turn down drawing someone like him as an art student? one that’s in an art slump no less.

curse all pretty men, you tell yourself as your pencil scritches over the surface of your sketchbook.

you weren’t even acquainted to him one bit. in fact, you’ve only learned of his name around a week ago? it was zhong chenle if your memory serves you right.

your friend had told you he was the famous ace of your school’s basketball team, mostly for being able to make shots from such large distances. she was shocked you weren’t even aware of the boy when he was usually the talk of the entire student body, especially during the time championship season rolls around.

hell, you don’t even care much for the sport, but he’s making you second guess that too with the way he moves so effortlessly — like he was made to play this sport. perhaps you could understand the infatuation many others harbor for him… just a tiny bit.

you continue your sketch nonetheless, stuck erasing and re-drawing a certain line that doesn’t want to bend in your favor. it seems to have taken all of your focus, as you don’t even register the sound of footsteps approaching you. a tap is placed on your shoulder, and you turn around to find the exact boy you’ve been drawing for the entirety of his varsity practice.

“is that supposed to be me?” his words are laced with intrigue, accompanied by a gentler smile than you're accustomed to, yet just as captivating in its own right — wait. why is he even here talking to you? peeking at your drawings no less?

“nope. it’s not.” you lie through your teeth without an ounce of hesitation, flipping to the cover of your sketchbook faster than he utter out another word.

“please, who else even has orange hair here?”

“who said the person i was drawing was even real? for all you know, he could be an anime character.” you counter, trying to deflect his curiosity.

“yeah, totally explains why you’ve been hanging out here more lately.” he retorts, raising his finger in mock admonishment, his playful smirk betraying his teasing tone. “don’t think i haven’t noticed you, cause i have.”

“what are you? some security guard keeping records of the people who come to the gym?” you muse, meeting his gaze with a hint of amusement.

he leans in a bit closer, voice lowering conspiratorially. “well, maybe I've been keeping an eye out for someone who appreciates my... what should i call it? anime character potential?”

your heart skips a beat at his proximity, but you maintain your playful demeanor. "oh, is that what you're calling it now? i just needed a little inspiration and the confines of the art room weren’t doing it for me.” technically what you said is true, he doesn’t need to know that he’s actually the main reason your artist block has subsided.

his grin widens, a playful sparkle in his eyes. “inspiration, huh? well, i can guarantee you'll be entertained with me around.”

“you don’t need to keep me entertained, i do that already on my own.”

“oh yeah? by watching me?”

“you just want to fuel your ego, don’t you.”

“maybe a little.” his eyes smile, voice taking on a teasing lilt, "what else have you been sketching lately? any other anime characters i should know about?"

you laugh, a nervous pitter patter dancing in your chest at the prospect of sharing more of your work with him. these were your prized possessions after all. "oh, you know, just the usual. random doodles here and there."

he only beams at your response, leaning back slightly as if to better admire your reaction. "well, i’d love to see more of your usual sometime. maybe you could show me what else you've got hidden in that sketchbook of yours."

the invitation catches you off guard, and for a moment, you're at a loss for words. "uh, sure. yeah, maybe sometime," you stammer, mentally kicking yourself for not sounding more confident in front of him.

but before the conversation can continue, a shrill whistle cuts through the air, signaling the end of chenle’s supposed water break. he glances towards the court, a regretful expression flickering across his face. "looks like i’ve got to go," he says, pushing himself off the bleachers and standing up. "but hey, don't forget about our little art show-and-tell date, okay?”

hold on, did he just call it a date? "hey, wait a moment-" you try calling after him, yet he's already disappeared onto the court. that wasn’t anywhere close to a proper invitation, but your heart flutters at the thought nonetheless.

fine, you conclude to yourself — if it’s a date he wants, then you suppose you could spare some more time for him.

#nct fluff #nct dream fluff #chenle fluff #zhong chenle fluff #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream drabbles

[d34dxr0ses]

|| Everlasting Ink ||

TattooArtist!Boyfriend!Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader -- Summary: You've always been Xavier's muse, inspiring and motivating his work, but right now he wants nothing more than for you to be his canvas for his most recent design. Warnings: MDNI/18+/Tattoo artist Xavier AU/Aged Up characters/Spice/Xavier giving reader a sternum tattoo/Kissing/Pet names (Angel;Babe;My love)/Pinch of Possessive!Xavier A/N: This is the first fic I'll be posting here, so I hope you guys like it! (Also this was written at 1am so apologies for any mistakes)^^

It had been 15 minutes since Xavier started looking at you, still cleaning and sterilizing his tattoo gun, and he has yet to look away. You were reading a book you had picked up from the library before you met up with your boyfriend in his art shed, that was hidden in the woods on Nevermore's campus. Though you were deeply invested in your book, you couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze, so you glanced up to meet his adoring eyes.

"What?" You laughed out, inspecting his face. He looked like a kid who was scared to ask his mom for some candy, but his eyes were much wider (lost in thought, clearly), and his cheeks slightly more red.

"I uh.." He cleared his throat and looked down at the cloth and tool in his hands, that he had been thoroughly wiping every inch for the past several minutes; before continuing "My love, and you can absolutely say no, but well- I finished a design that I've been working on, and I was hoping to tattoo it on you?" He placed his tattoo gun on the desk before quickly rummaging through all his papers before finding his sketch book.

You stood up from where you sat and approached his chair, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind as you stared at the drawing he flipped open too. You already knew you would probably have let him the moment he asked in such a sweet tone, but you were stunned by the piece. It was a fairly larger sternum tattoo, that would wrap around your chest and peak in between your boobs. The drawing had such intricate details, and little parts that made it appear that he had designed it just for you. Even the chest model he had drawn matched yours damn near perfectly.

"Xavier.. That's beautiful, I'd be honored to be you canvas." You said the last part in a fake, more proper sounding accent. His eyes lit up and his head snapped back so he was facing you. You could've swore that if he had a tail it would be wagging.

"Wait seriously? Like now? Can we do it now?" You could only imagine how long a piece like this would take, and it was already pretty late, but you had enough caffeinated drinks that you really didn't care, with the look he had stuck on his face you'd probably let him cover every inch of your body in his drawings, hiding your skin away in the ink.

--

That's where you sat now. Lying on your back, topless and staring at the drawing of your tattoo in his book. Your page. Sure, he had a lot of drawings of you, but this was different. It wasn't your face, your body, your hair. No, this was you. This was something that clearly showed that he took a great look into who you really were. Each line told its own story; then you noticed it, scattered throughout it was letters, unnoticeable unless you were specifically looking for it, letters that spelt out his name. A grin climbed onto your face, as closed the book, setting it on the desk closest to you. You looked down at the boy with long brown hair, who's bangs had now been tied back.

"Your name huh? Claiming me now?" Blood now rushed back to his face. It was a part of the design he had completely forgotten about. A part that he sketched out while thinking about you with his name stained onto your body, showing that you were truly his, and his alone.

"I forgot about that, babe I promise I wouldn't try to tattoo my name on you without perm-" but you cut him off. He was almost frantic, which was cute, but always led to him rambling on nervously for at least 10 minutes.

"I like it, its not like its in bold, neon ink, keep it. Please?" You added the please with a small whine for good measure, to make sure he wouldn't feel bad about it. He just nodded and started prepping you for the stencil.

This was your first tattoo, so you weren't exactly prepared for the cold liquid to be sprayed on your body, but when it was you couldn't help but flinch, which made your usually gentle boyfriend, push down slightly on your chest.

"Angel, I know you've never had this done, but for this I'm gonna need you to stay perfectly still once I get the gun out." His voice was stern and dry, a huge change in pace from the timid boy from a moment ago, but not an unwelcome one. You found it quite attractive the way he could switch back and forth like that. You just nodded, and went back to admiring him at work.

-

It had been several hours since he started the tattoo, it was decently painful, but at the same time felt really nice. You had finally adjusted to the way he was doing it, when he suddenly lifted the tool and stood up, readjusting himself. You thought he was just stretching after sitting uninterrupted for so long, but instead he moved onto the table where yo were, positioning his knees on either side of your hips, squeezing you gently to keep you in place. How flustered you were must've been clearly shown on your face because, still keeping the machine away from you, he leaned down and kissed you, you could feel his smirk in the kiss. He was loving this. You'd been watching him the entire time, not his work, but his face and body movement, and he knew it. He himself had a hard time keeping his eyes on his art. Your breasts were completely exposed to him, and he loved knowing that he was the only one allowed to see you like this.

He finally broke the kiss, giving you a moment to fix your breathing, and stop moving before returning to the tattoo.

-

It was nearing sunrise when the tattoo was done and yet you both still felt wide awake. He hadn't moved from his spot straddling your waist since he got there, ,but he did have to pin down your shoulder every so often when it tried to move on it's own. He was surprised that you didn't ask him to stop for a break at all. You were in a trance like state watching his every movement, but at the very least it kept you still. He brought his phone out and took a photo of "the tattoo" He told you, but you knew exactly why he was so precise with his angles.

#xavier thrope imagine #xavier thorpe #xavier x y/n #xavier x you #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe wednesday #wednesday fanfiction #xavier thorpe AU #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier x reader #percy hynes white #wednesday characters x reader #wednesday netflix #xavier thorpe x fem!reader #percy hynes white x reader #minors dni

[boulevardofpizzadreams]

the lads boys as your high school classmates

A/n: not sure if anyone else has posted this idea already but it just came to me before i went to bed. also i mainly focus on rafayel in the game but i've seen enough of both xavier & zayn & hope i do them justice. c:

these are literally just late night thoughts and observations and such that i've had while playing. (cannot WAIT until chapter 9 is released omg)

please be nice - let me know your thoughts ^^

XAVIER

• always want to eat lunch with you

• sometimes falls asleep during class. you know that he doesn't want to ask anyone for their notes so you usually send them via e-mail.

• offers to be your study buddy. you two had been paired up for a lab and ever since, he assumes that you'll be his study partner from now on.

• doesn't like being called on but always has an intelligent response

• only considers joining a club if you join too

RAFAYEL

• always wants to see your sketches and projects for art class

• rarely worries about deadlines

• is usually seen eating an apple or sucking on a lollipop. sometimes, he'll ask you to peel the apple for him but he'll tease you for your "technique".

• tries to avoid school events at all costs, way too crowded. he likes the attention and has always been used to receiving it since he was a child. but he'd rather stay at home or hang out with you instead.

• always steals your pen but gives it back if you say "please."

ZAYN

• always make sure you're studying, turning in your assignments on time and asks how you do on your exams

• can be found in the library often

• worries about your sleep schedule and eating habits. sometimes he will pack extra food and a water bottle because he knows that you forgot.

• ignore basically everyone but you. he doesn't really initiate a conversation with anyone in the halls or in class, but always gives you the time of day without hesitation.

• will offer to walk you home/give you a ride

#love and deepspace #headcanons #xavier love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #zayn love and deepspace #otome #otome game #love and deepspace x reader

[wintervalewritersecond]

siren song ||| - xavier thorpe

requested: yes! requests: open! siren song part three!

part one, part two click here for my masterlist

A/N: thank you so much for the overwhelming love! i never expected this to blow up, but i couldn't have done it without the person also requesting this! thank you all and i hope you enjoy the next chapter <3 like last time it picks up immediately where the other chapter ended! let me know what you think and enjoy! <3

wordcount: 4,581 warnings: she/her reader, some cursing, sad xavier

Ajax tells Xavier about what happened. Xavier takes everything into his own hands, which may or may not include sneaking into your room. He finds out the truth.

Ajax awkwardly lets out a laugh. He had a list with answers in his head with a correct response to it, but this one was not on the list.

"What do you mean? Xavier. Your best friend?"

You furrow your brows, shaking your head. The name 'Xavier' is not extremely common, definitely not in a small town like Jericho. Besides, you would know your own best friends, right?

"Ajax, I think you have been smoking too much. I know no one by the name of Xavier."

He looks at you like you have grown an extra head. Are you joking right now, or are you dead serious? You look just as confused as him, and you aren't really the best actress. It is already hard for you to keep a birthday gift a secret, so acting as if someone does not exist at all would be impossible.

"I- What?" The Gorgon shakes his head. "I might be wrong then. Don't worry about it."

The two of you return to your own tasks. You are still doing your Botany homework while Ajax sits and stares off into nothingness.

His head is a jumbled mess. Do you really not remember your best friend? Xavier told him what happened, but he wanted to hear it from you as well. Not that he thought Xavier was lying about what he had said, but just because he wanted to make sure you were doing okay.

It was truly strange, though. Yes, you had a big fight with Xavier, but ignoring someone and forgetting someone is a whole other fact. Not to mention that you didn't even so much react to the name.

Xavier needs to hear this.

-

"Dude!"

Ajax runs through the door as Xavier lets out a yelp, dropping his pencil to the floor. It's late at night already, does he not realize most people are sleeping already?

"Ajax, you can't just burst in at eleven pm?! You're lucky I don't have a roommate anymore-"

"Listen," he closes the door behind him, sitting down on the empty bed that once belonged to Rowan while catching his breath. "Dude, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important. "

Xavier picks up the pencil from the ground, placing it on his sketchbook before closing it. The sketch was of you. For the last few weeks, he has drawn nothing other than you. Memories he has with you, things you have done together, and even only some half-finished sketches.

"What could possibly be so important right now-"

"Y/N forgot about you."

Xavier straightens his back, his eyes big as he looks at his friend. He has to be kidding right?

"That can't be," Xavier lets out a breathy laugh. "I would have expected her to ignore me, yes, but how can she forget me?"

"I thought she was kidding at first. I asked her what happened at the Rave'n and she said nothing about it," Ajax rolls off of the bed, pacing around the room. "And I thought that the fight would be something she would mention. Then I asked specifically what happened between you and her, but all she asked was 'Who is Xavier?'!"

The boy is at a loss for words. It is like every single word is pulled out of his head, replaced by a pounding headache.

"Are you sure? She- She is not the best actress, was it really not fake?"

Ajax shakes his head, breathing in deeply before rubbing his hands on his face.

"Nothing. Nada. If you even got close to guessing what a gift was going to be she would always immediately tell us, right? She didn't even flinch when I said your name. And then she told me she has never, ever met someone with the name Xavier."

The Gorgon places a hand on his friend's shoulder, slightly squeezing it before letting go again. Neither of them has any idea of what to do.

"I'll just try again," Xavier whispers. "Worst case scenario is that she genuinely doesn't want to talk again. I- Thank you, Ajax."

"Take it easy, okay?"

After a goodbye he exits the room, leaving the artist stuck in his own dorm. Only he and his thoughts. Thoughts seem to be racing through his head as his heart is pounding against his chest. He was a total asshole, but he just hopes that you still hear him out.

-

"Hey, Bianca?"

The Siren had placed herself on your bed, flipping through a magazine. The room had been quiet for a bit, only the sound of your laptop, pages flipping, and the soft instrumental music in the background. Bianca hums, looking up from the paper.

"I was in the library with Ajax," you slowly say, your leg bouncing up and down. "And... He said something really weird."

Fuck.

She should have known that Xavier and Ajax were going to be up to something. It's not like she didn't notice Xavier trying to talk to you. He tactically counted the seconds on when he should stand up just to be close to you, even bump into you if he had to. But the Song made it so you kept your distance.

A pen floats in front of your face as you try to distract yourself. You didn't use your telekinesis a lot, but your mind has not been on your laptop anyway.

"Oh?" Bianca raises her eyebrows.

"Yeah," you mumble before suddenly turning around on your chair, facing your friend. "Who is Xavier?"

"Xavier?"

You nod as the pen behind you falls back on your desk. You have not been able to get the name out of your head, repeating it over and over again to try and find some memory attached to him.

Bianca bites her cheeks. Is she to tell you? Or should it be kept a secret? Before the Siren Song, you did not really talk about it. But Bianca wouldn't hold the truth from you. She only wants to protect you from him, something you consented to.

"Xavier is," Bianca hesitates. "A student here at Nevermore. He did something incredibly stupid and dumb."

"Do I know him?"

She doesn't want to cause you any distress. She can say no, but then once the Siren Song breaks, it would only be worse. If she says yes, then you might go seeking answers.

"You used to."

-

Bianca didn't say much more after that. In a way, she was completely honest. She did tell you that you used to know him, but you had made your intentions very clear. Forget about Xavier and just have a moment of peace and quiet to yourself. It had worked for weeks now, yet Xavier doesn't feel like he has changed one bit.

During class, he still tries to get your attention, but Kent and Bianca are quick to shut him down. Kent doesn't know about the Siren Song, though. No, if he did, then the entire school would have heard it already. He just thinks that you want to stay out of Xavier's way, still mad because of the fight. It is true, in a way.

You were quiet the entire day. Not quite sulking, but you were thinking. Why is it that you can't recall anything about him? You even sneak some glances at the long-haired boy. He seems... Miserable. His eyes are dark, his eyebrows are stuck in a frown, and his hair is just messily placed in a small bun. He does not look bad, but just upset.

Even during lunch, you didn't really say a word. You insisted that you just needed some time and that your social battery was dead. But Bianca knew you were thinking about Xavier. If he just had not pulled this, everything would have been fine. She hasn't heard anyone talk about a Siren Song though, so he doesn't know the truth just yet.

Another few days go by before it is finally Friday again. For the entire week, Xavier had been trying to talk to you, but you have always hurried away from him. Not to mention that especially Bianca and Kent almost formed a wall around you. But Xavier also isn't the person to start drama in the entire Quad. So he waited. Patiently waited. During this time, he came up with a plan. Was it smart? Probably not. But this was the only time he could talk to you.

It is well after ten, which meant that everyone had to stay in their dorms. But Xavier had other ideas. He had sneaked out, running through the halls and out into the side of Nevermore. Your balcony had a fire escape, one that he used quite often to sneak in or out when he would hear Thornhill coming. It is a bit too dangerous to walk through those halls right now, especially considering he might wake people up. He doesn't have the patience to take his time right now, wanting to reach you as fast as possible.

He runs up the long flight of stairs, catching his breath once he finally reaches the top. He thought that running would make this a bit easier, but it doesn't seem to work too well. Your window is similar as to the one in Enid and Wednesday's dorm. It has the same spiderweb-like pattern, though yours is missing the colorful stickers on it.

Your side of the room is decorated with lots of smaller lights. The lightbulbs in the Nevermore lights seem to be dim, and you always insisted that the smaller lights looked more fun anyway. He stands in front of the window, trying to look through the glass.

"Y/N? Are you in there?"

Nothing. At least, no response from you. He can hear the clicking of your keyboard.

"I know you're still mad at me," he says again. "And I totally understand it. I have been wanting to talk to you, but Bianca and Kent always stand between us."

Nothing, again.

He looks behind him to make sure no one followed him before he pushes the bottom of the window, opening it before sneaking in.

There you sit.

It is like this is the first time he has ever seen you. At least, it feels like it. You are sitting with your back towards him, your head moving to the music that sounds through the headphones on your head. It was a gift that Xavier had gotten you for your birthday.

You had been planning to buy a new one for a while, but it was hard to save up money. So, he decided to go with you to the closest store to try some out. You had fallen in love with these, but they were quite expensive. So, as you had already walked out of the store, Xavier had quickly paid for them, hiding them in his backpack before giving them to you on your birthday.

You were even wearing his burgundy-colored t-shirt. You must remember him then, right? He slowly walks over to you, tapping you on your shoulder before he aggressively gets thrown against a wall. Ouch.

You turned around in shock, seeing the boy pinned against the wall.

"Oh!" You exclaim, immediately releasing him from your invisible grip. "I'm sorry-"

You squint at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Wait a second," you point at him. "There are no boys allowed in Ophelia Hall. And definitely, no boys that I don't know!"

Xavier stands back up, a pained expression on his face before he shakes his head.

"I just needed to talk to you for a sec, and you know what happened the last time Thornhill saw me in the halls."

Actually, you didn't.

"You have never been in my room."

You stand opposite the tall boy, looking him up and down. He feels familiar to you, and you are guessing that this is the 'Xavier' that Ajax and Bianca had mentioned. He licks his lips before letting out a deep breath.

"Look, Y/N, I know that you are still mad at me, but-"

"The only reason why I would be mad is because a stranger randomly showed up in my dorm room!"

His shoulders slump as he looks at you. Not one part of you recognizes him.

"Well, ever since the Rave'n and the fight we haven't spoken. I know that I was very, very wrong for doing that to you and you deserve much better," he runs his hands through his hair. "But I really need to apologize."

"Xavier, is it?" You awkwardly laugh. "I think you are mistaken. I don't recall seeing you at the dance, much less having a fight. I'm sorry?"

Should you say sorry? Surely he must recognize the person he had a fight with, and it wasn't you. His heart slowly chips away at itself, less and less connected to each other once he truly realizes you don't remember him.

"You truly don't remember, do you?"

His voice breaks a bit as he starts fiddling with his hands. You look up at the boy, feeling quite bad for him. He does look truly confused and stressed.

"No," you grimace. "Sorry. Truly."

"Nothing? Not even from the Rave'n or- or before that?"

"Everything I remember from the Rave'n is dancing, drinking some of those weird, blue drinks, and then that disgusting paint drenching everyone. After that, I just went to my dorm to try and get all of that out of my clothes and hair." You shrug, still looking up at him. "The only thing I did after, was hanging out with Bianca and sleeping."

There really is not one bit of you that remembers him. Or, you have just become a really good actress overnight. He did really hurt you, but he didn't think you would actually forget him. Xavier pulls on his scarf, coughing awkwardly as he nods.

"Yeah, okay."

"I'm really sorry, Xavier," you look at your window which is still slightly open. "Look, you are very pretty and you must also be super nice, but I think it is better if you leave. I hope you find the person you were looking for."

He nods silently, climbing back out of the window before descending the stairs, not once looking back.

The way back through Nevermore is slower. He doesn't feel the need to hurry anymore. Ajax was absolutely right. There was not one memory of Xavier left in you. Not even when you see him up close, when you smell the perfume he always wears, not even when you wear one of his shirts that he left behind.

Did a witch cast a spell on you, leaving you without any memories of him? There are witches at Nevermore, so it isn't unlikely. But how can it be that you remember everyone except for him? Ajax, Wednesday, Kent, Bianca-

Bianca.

If you recall going to the girl after the Rave'n, then that must be the whole reason why you forgot about Xavier.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groans, picking up his pace before sneaking into the dorms where Bianca sleeps.

He should have known it. Bianca and you had gotten closer after he screamed at you, but he thought it was because you needed someone to talk to. After all, he turned to Ajax to talk about his problems. But, Bianca has one thing that not a lot of others at Nevermore have; the Siren Song.

He doesn't want to accuse her of having used it, the last time it ended badly. But he does want to know if she had anything to do with it.

Once he reaches Bianca's dorm, he knocks on the door. Not softly, either. He doesn't care if someone sees him now.

The Siren opens the door, an annoyed look on her face which turns even more annoyed when she sees Xavier. She expected him to show up sooner or later, and today was finally the moment.

"Do you not realize that it's almost twelve?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Just let me in," he groans.

Xavier is not here to play games. He wants, no, needs the truth. He needs to hear it, because if it isn't the Song, then he doesn't know what else it could be. Bianca steps to the side, closing the door behind him before crossing her arms.

"What do you want, Xavier?"

"Did you use your Siren Song on Y/N?"

"Why would I tell you?" She raises an eyebrow.

She just walks past him, back to sitting on her bed and scrolling through her phone. Xavier only stares at her, at a loss for words.

"I'm serious, Bianca. Just give me a yes or a no."

"Hm," she hums. "Sucks, doesn't it?"

The boy stays quiet, only looking at the girl. Please, just a simple answer. That is all he needs.

"To be completely ignored by someone you like?" She stands back up with a smirk on her face, throwing her phone on her bed before stepping closer to Xavier. "That, no matter how hard you try, she doesn't even bat an eye at you? Much less say your name?"

"What do you mean?" He grits his teeth. "Just give me an answer."

A smirk is still on her face as she shrugs. She has no need to tell him. Besides, he deserves it. He deserves to suffer, just in the same way you did. No matter how much she believes he has feelings for you; he has to find it out himself.

"Come on, Xavier," she lets out a sigh. "I will not help you if you don't get your head out of your ass."

"Bianca, please."

She takes a good look at the guy in front of her. He might be extremely stupid, but she can't help but feel bad for him. Yes, he is the entire reason that you had felt bad for weeks, and though she still thinks that he has to learn a lesson, he might need the truth.

"Fine," the Siren grits her teeth. "After the Rave'n, she came to my room. Like, right after your fight. Asked me to use my Siren Song and I told her that I would think about it."

She steps away from Xavier, pulling the piece of paper that you had previously signed out of her desk drawer.

"Then I saw how miserable she looked and how much you ignored her," Bianca points at Xavier, holding up the piece of paper. "So, with Y/N's permission, I used it."

This was everything he was scared of. He knew he was wrong, he knew he had to make things right, but he had no idea how bad he had gotten.

"You have to undo it, Bianca. I'm serious."

"Why?" She raises an eyebrow. "So you can go ahead and break her heart again by hanging out with the psycho?"

"No!" He exclaims, running his hands through his hair while letting out a sigh. "So I can make it up to her! I just-"

He paces around the room, fiddling with his fingers and pulling on his scarf. He still had not discarded his winter jacket, he simply couldn't be bothered.

"I really like her, Bianca."

"Then tell me why you ignored her."

Xavier doesn't have one reason. It might be because he truly believed you didn't like him back, he could have been too insecure, maybe because he got pulled into Wednesday's theories about some monster, or maybe he was just a total asshole.

It stays quiet for a good minute. Bianca then just places the paper back in its original place, leaning against her desk before looking up at the boy.

"I'll ask her," she mumbles. "I'm not promising you anything. I only do this because I know she likes you. You better get your shit together, Xavier. Now, get out of my dorm."

-

It was Saturday which meant that you went to Jericho. This time, you went with Enid, Wednesday, and Bianca. You and Enid tried to keep some distance between Wednesday and Bianca, knowing they aren't best friends. Even though Jericho is not a big town, it still has enough little stores to explore.

At one point, Enid had dragged Bianca with her, leaving you together with Wednesday outside of Weathervane. You sat on the little bench, just in silence as Wednesday was reading a book and you were sketching in a small little notebook.

"I want to ask you a question."

You look up from your sketch, looking at Wednesday.

"Sure!"

"What happened between you and Xavier?"

You raise an eyebrow, shrugging.

"I don't know why everyone keeps asking that. Nothing, I think?"

Wednesday doesn't seem to believe it. She has an eye for lies, not to mention that she is talented at finding out the truth. Most of the time, that is.

"You can not believe that that will fool me. Xavier has only been sulking for the last few weeks. He is living up to the whole tortured artist thing."

"Well, I hope he gets better soon. But I had nothing to do with it, Wednesday. Really."

"What are you girls talking about?"

Enid suddenly jumps out, a big smile on her face as she holds a small bag.

"Nothing," Wednesday shakes her head before closing her book. "Let's go back. These Jericho people make me want to throw up."

-

You take your shopping bags upstairs as Bianca follows you. The two of you were going to go through everything you bought. After all the bags had been emptied and all the items were tried on again, Bianca speaks up.

"I have to talk to you about something."

What is it with everyone suddenly being so serious?

"If it is about Xavier, I truly don't know what happened. He showed up in my room, insisted on apologizing for a fight that never happened, and then left again."

"It did," Bianca grimaces. "You don't remember what you asked from me?"

You slowly shake your head. You can't really think of anything at this moment. The only thing you feel is confusion. You hadn't known anything about Xavier before you finally heard his name when he sneaked into your room.

Bianca looks at you before nodding, breathing in deeply. She has to tell you; you might have changed your mind.

"You used to know Xavier. Really well, actually."

Question marks almost appear above your head.

"He... kind of ignored you for a few weeks," Bianca looks at you. "Then stood you up again at the Rave'n. You asked me to use a Siren Song on you."

You are at a loss for words. The poor boy had spent weeks being miserable for something you didn't even remember. But, from what you understand, he had done something horrible to you too.

"Okay," you just whisper, nodding your head. "So... For a few weeks now?"

"Yeah," Bianca takes the folded piece of paper out of her pocket, handing it to you. "This is what we agreed on. I just... Wanted to check in on what your thoughts are now. You didn't really let me know about the Song ending in any way, even though we both aren't sure if it'll work."

It stays quiet for a moment as you read the letter over and over. You try hard to remember it, but it just doesn't come back up. Nothing. Nothing about Xavier, nothing about the Song, not even the good memories you had with him.

"Do you think anything changed?"

Bianca looks at you as you hold out the piece of paper to her.

"What do you mean?"

"Xavier," you mumble. "Did anything change? The Song wasn't for nothing, right? If I really used to be best friends with him..."

Did he? He did spend weeks in his art studio, sketching every single memory he had of you with him. He tried to map out exactly when to run into you, He had even broken rules to apologize to you, finally getting his jumbled thoughts straight.

"I think he did. He is well on his way. I might have tried to set him straight," she lets out a laugh. "I told him he had to get his shit together. He really cares about you, but he just doesn't know how to deal with it."

"He might need some therapy," you shake your head. "I feel like it has been long enough, right?"

"You want to undo the Song?"

You nod, sitting down on your bed while looking up at her.

"Maybe he didn't mean it. I don't remember a lot about him, it's like I have only seen him vaguely in a dream or in the background of a picture. I trust him."

"Okay," she nods, "Let's try this. But, I am not too sure if it will work."

The least you could do is try, right?

"What do you think about... 'Remember Xavier from then to now, it is no question as to how. The Siren Song will now end, old memories will now again blend.'? You will remember everything from now on top of your old memories. I hope."

"Let's do it."

The amulet gets removed from her neck as she looks at you with a gentle smile on her face. She truly does wish you the best.

"Remember Xavier from then to now, it is no question as to how. The Siren Song will now end, old memories will start to blend."

Nothing.

It stays quiet for a few seconds before you look up at Bianca who is placing the amulet around her neck again.

"Is it supposed to work immediately?"

She looks you up and down.

"Usually, yes... You don't have your memories back?"

You slowly shake your head.

"Absolutely nothing."

This is exactly what Bianca feared. Though you knew the risk was there, it still was extremely disappointing that it couldn't be changed.

"What if I start over? If Xavier and I became friends once, we might become friends again, right?"

"That is something you need to decide yourself," Bianca takes her bag in her hands. "Do what you are most comfortable with. My input? It might be worth it."

A smile is on her face as she turns around to walk out of your dorm, pausing for a second before looking back at you.

"Xavier is a good guy. Genuinely. He just needs a little push sometimes."

-

Xavier had finally laid down on his bed, his hair still wet from the shower. He had taken the hottest shower ever, trying to get his mind off of things, yet it didn't work. He was back to sketching all he could remember of you. All pages up to now were filled with your face.

When his phone buzzes, he feels like he wants to throw it around the room. He is not in the mood to talk to anyone, but he had to turn on his alarm still anyway. The light of the phone is extremely bright as he squints his eyes, trying to shield himself from the brightness. But his eyes fly open when he sees the notification that made him grab the phone in the first place.

Y/N ♡

hi xavier! could we talk soon? let me know when you have time :)

He can not believe his eyes. He immediately sits back up, typing on his phone like crazy. With shaking hands, he finally sends you a response.

xav!

yeah! any time tomorrow?

He nervously stares at his screen, seeing the notification of your typing pop up.

Y/N ♡

sure! some relaxing before the visiting week, haha :) see you tomorrow!

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Driven To You

Pairing: AU!CarGuy!AnakinxReader

Summary: Y/N has a small crush (obsession) with a car guy in her class and is so wrapped up in avoiding him, she doesn’t realize she might have actually caught his eye.

Directly inspired by the photos of Hayden driving/being around cars bc mmmmmmm delicious.

A/N: IM BACK BABY. SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG I LOVE YALL. ENJOY! P.s. THE TITLE IS CHEESY AND THE WRITING IS EVEN CHEESIER. SORRY IM FEELING ROMANTICAL. This is a slow burn and i intend to do more parts!!!

Word Count: 6.9k

There was a sense of dread that always came over you upon waking up. You’d immediately think of all the things you had to achieve in the day. The thought alone would make your sheets feel all the more inviting whilst making fibres of the carpeted floor in your bedroom look like searing hot needles. This morning though, as you poured the boiling water from the kettle into the cheap insulated mug your college had given you as an acceptance gift, you smiled to yourself. Your roommates were still asleep. You had chosen your courses too late to be picky about what time slot you’d be scheduled with, and the quiet in your little apartment made plenty of room for you to listen to the music you had blasting through your headphones. You stirred your coffee and placed the lid on the tumbler before picking up your bag and keys. You slipped on the shoes you’d meticulously picked the night before and headed out the door, making sure to lock it twice. The dodgy door had a lock that wouldn’t properly latch unless you pulled it whilst locking it — but it worked, is what your landlord had told you and your roommates.

You stared down at your outfit while you walked. When you applied for a fashion degree, you hadn’t quite had the forethought to realize you not only needed to be good at what you did, you had to look like it too. It wasn’t a school mandated rule but it was some sort of unspoken requirement amongst your peers. You’d never been good at making friends and the treatment you had been getting from dressing comfortably during your first semester wasn’t helping your case. Now, dressing well was all you ever did. Leaving the house in clothes that weren’t carefully picked made you almost uncomfortable, even just going to the convenience store on the corner was a mission. You decided to stop hyper-fixating on whether or not the pattern on your skirt was vintage in a cute way or vintage in a grandma way because either way, it would be considered better than leggings and a big sweater.

“If it gauges a reaction, it’s fashion.” Is what your professor always told you. You were careful to only step on the tiles of the sidewalks, never the seams, and you always waited a second after the crosswalk signal went from red to white, just incase some insane city driver forgot what a red light meant. You’d narrowly avoided cars a handful of times during your walks to campus and learned it’s better to be patient.

As you walked you wondered if you’d see him today, the blond boy with the loud car and even louder friends. He was the reason Wednesdays were less daunting to you. It was the one day a week you had a class with him. He seemed kind and quiet which was a vast contrast when you looked at who and what he surrounded himself with. He had an odd name too. You only knew that because you both took the same boring and useless elective course. You didn’t shake away the thoughts, the feeling of a crush always made you excited. Making up stories about them in your head and fantasizing about how they liked their tea was all good fun to you, especially when you knew you’d never speak to the person.

You felt around the outside of your bag on your side until you felt the spirals on your hard covered sketch pad and let out a small sigh when you were reassured that you brought it with you. Your head whipped around at the sound of a loud exhaust coming your way and you smiled to yourself while thinking about how you were psychic and manifesting him, completely ignoring the fact that he was in the class you were making your way to. The yellow car came into view and you prayed it would make it past the yellow light ahead of you. The car was fast enough to do so but you’d never seen him drive fast before. That was another interesting thing to you. A car guy who doesn’t drive like an asshole was almost unheard of.

Your eyes flickered over to the now red light as you saw the car slow down right in front of where you were to cross the street to access the campus. You almost debated walking to the next cross walk and doubling back to avoid walking in front of him. You looked at the time on the giant clock on the front of the campus building and sighed. You couldn’t be late during mid term season. You waited a second when the crosswalk signal switched from a red hand to a walking figure. Your eyes, hidden under sunglasses, watched him in his car. His arm was rested on the door panel and he was biting his thumb nail, looking ahead of the wheel with his other hand lazily draped over it. He either hadn’t seen you yet, or he didn’t care to look at you. Both options seemed to relieve you as you walked. You shook your head to hide your face with your hair and pretended to text somebody on your phone, in reality you were simply typing gibberish into your notes app. You were sure he had seen you for the small duration that you’d walked in front of your car and the thought made you speed up your strides.

As you walked across the grass and towards the door you heard his car drive in to your left and park where he always parked. You smiled to yourself, thinking of the mild annoyance he must have faced when he saw a rusted Prius parked in his spot just a few days ago. It was perfect for you though, from where he was forced to park you could finally see the front view of his car perfectly through the window you always sat at and it made for a decent addition to your sketchbook. You blushed to yourself when you realized just how many sketches you had of his car. You didn’t even like cars, in fact you had sneakily walked behind his car in the parking lot once just to see which model it even was. You just liked him but drawing him seemed far too delusional, even for your liking. Besides, you were never good at drawing faces anyways.

You pushed the large door to the lecture hall and it swung open with ease. You greeted your professor who was nose deep in her kindle at her desk, she barely even muttered a response back. You smiled to yourself when you realized you were the only other person there. It was a smaller class but this gave you time to sit and sketch an outline of your muse, to be completed later. You settled down in your usual spot and snapped a quick photo to reference later before opening your sketchbook. You flipped to the back of the book where your secret drawings were. Not very well kept but nobody was looking through your notebook anyways.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when you saw a figure move outside the window. You watched through your peripherals as Anakin slid out of his car and closed the door. He adjusted his pants, which looked about four sizes too big, and locked the car before walking out of view toward the building. You squeezed your eyes in embarrassment and placed your pencil within the spirals, shutting your book slowly. You’d been so eager to draw the stupid car you didn’t check to see if he’d left it yet. You hoped to whoever was listening, whatever greater force there was, that he didn’t see you taking a photo.

You sat there in silence, staring at the wall and jumped when the door opened even though you were entirely aware he would walk in at any moment. You didn’t look at him. You placed your fist under your chin and stared down at your cellphone as he walked to his normal spot. Four rows to your left and two rows back. He sat right in the middle of the back of the class. You wondered what kind of person that made him. Clearly he wanted to be seen by the teacher, but maybe he sat at the back because he wasn’t eager to participate.

You milled the theories over in your head as other students began to file in. You noticed Anakin had come in alone. He usually had his friend with him but today, his friend came in late. He chucked a wrapper of some sort at Anakin and sat next to him. Anakins soft laugh made your heart do a flip and you leaned further into your hand. His voice was deep and it carried quite far even though he was speaking softly to his friend who made no effort to use his inside voice. You didn’t even notice the time fly by as you gazed at the chalkboard behind your professor, watching as the words she wrote turned into jumbled letters from staring for too long.

The bustling of people around you getting up to leave caught your attention and you began to pack up your things with haste. You picked up your bag and pulled it over your shoulder, taking care not to trip down the narrow and steep stairs of the lecture hall. You noticed Anakin and his friend sitting at their seats. They were deep in conversation as they moved at a snails pace to pack up their things. You, on the other hand, were itching to go home to watch whatever dumb show your roommate had on and eat.

The sun was bright when you pushed open the door that led you to the parking lot, causing your eyes to squint. You pulled your sunglasses off their perch on your head and placed them snug on your nose before you heard the door swing open behind you. Your head just barely turned but the sound of a man’s voice calling your name made you swivel on your heels.

“Hey, Y/N.” Anakin said as he approached you. His keys that hung from his front belt loop jingled with each step he took and you looked at him dumbfounded. The class was small but to know your name, that took a little bit of effort surely. “You forgot your charger. At least I think it’s yours. You’re the only one who sits by where it was.” He held out a small white block attached to a matching white cord. You held your hand out with an appreciative smile and he dropped the charger in your palms.

“Yeah it’s mine. Thank you.” You spoke as you shoved the cord into your over stuffed bag. His head moved in a nodding motion.

“No problem.” He said curtly. Your eyes trailed him over for a second before you decided that was likely the end of the interaction and you began to turn.

“Do you like cars?” He asked. You began to panic as you thought of the embarrassing photo you’d taken earlier. You desperately clambered your brain for an answer.

“Not really. Why?” You realized your words seemed a bit harsher than intended and you threw in a polite smile to soften the blow.

“Oh no reason.” He shrugged. You weren’t sure if you were just trying to relax yourself or if he truly hadn’t watched you snap a photo from the large, untinted window of the lecture hall. “There’s a car meet tonight. Just wanted to know if you’d be interested.” He finished and you looked at him. You tried to understand exactly what was going on and why it was going on but your brain left you with no answers.

“No that sounds fun.” You answered before you could think but his eyes lit up ever so slightly and your heart pounded a little louder than usual.

“Oh cool. It’s kind of like a super hushed thing though, a lot of these cars are technically not allowed to be on the roads.” He started and you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, shifting your weight. “You’ll see what I mean. I can pick you up or did you want to meet there?” He leaned against the wall behind him.

“Pick me up. 42 Queen, apartment 215.” You smiled. “I’m not gonna get arrested right?” You asked and it pulled a laugh from Anakin. He shook his head and you revelled in the way his hair flopped over his head.

“Not on my watch.” He said through a straight teethed smile. “42 Queen. 215. Got it. I’ll be there at around nine.”

You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Nine? My bed time is ten. I have class in the morning.” You said only partially joking. Anakin rolled his eyes, a disbelieving smile on his face.

“Car meets like this don’t happen before sundown.” He crossed his arms over his chest and you sighed dramatically. Despite your internal panic you kept your composure quite well. For that you commended yourself.

“Fine. I’m doing this for the promise of fun. So I better have fun.” You stated as you began to step back from him. He smiled at you, a knowing smile that signalled that you wouldn’t be disappointed. You took your leave, bidding him goodbye with a nod before walking as fast as you could to your apartment. He watched you scurry away with his hands shoved in his pockets before pushing himself off the wall and heading to his car.

When you got home you went straight to your room and sent your roommate a text, briefing her on the news of today. An excited smile was seemingly permanently plastered on your face. You laid your things on your bed and grabbed your sketchbook before making your way to your small desk. You heard a knock on your bedroom door as you began to sketch away at the drawing of the car, this time it included Anakin sitting inside. The photo you took captured it perfectly. You mumbled for whoever was at the door to come in. Your roommate Jean cracked your door open.

“Busy?” She asked as she entered the room fully, closing the door behind her. You pulled your headphones off one ear and turned to her with a shrug.

“Just drawing.” You muttered as she walked over and looked over your shoulder at the sketch. She knew about Anakin, all three of your roommates did, but she knew about absolutely everything. The drawings included.

“God, you’re insane.” She said jokingly with her eyes peering over your shoulder and you threw your pencil at her. She laughed and picked it up off the floor before placing it on your desk. She leaned against the surface and crossed her arms. “I’m really happy for you, Y/N/N.” She smiled down at you and you wrapped your arms around her waist with a smile. She uncrossed her arms to run her hands through your hair gently.

“Thanks, Bean.” You fondly used the name Bean for her, she wouldn’t dare let anybody else call her that. her boyfriend tried it once and she shot him a death glare so intense he apologized profusely. She was a bit intimidating. Tall, black dyed hair, piercings and tattoos. The whole nine yards. You pulled away from the embrace. Her hands held your hair as you retreated and dropped it gently before returning to their crossed position over her chest.

“Your hairs getting so long.” She was in school for cosmetology and was usually the only reason you looked presentable. You looked down at your hair and nodded.

“I guess it is.” You sighed. You knew she could tell that there was something on your mind and you sighed again. Her blue eyes felt as though they had pierced into your soul and you looked up at her.

“So a date… You never mentioned how it happened.” She sat down on the floor beside your chair. Her arms crossed over your knees as you turned to face her and she rested her chin on her folded limbs, eyes staring up into yours in excitement.

“Not a date. He never explicitly said that. That being said, I left my charger in class so he came and gave it to me and we just talked for a minute.” You smiled and she laughed in disbelief.

“So you didn’t talk to him first. What are the chances? Maybe God does exist.” She mused and you rolled your eyes, your hand reached for a pen on your desk and you clicked it before beginning to colour in one of her tattoos.

———

The hours went by slowly, probably because you were watching the clock every chance you got. You had already changed, and then changed back into what you had on before as not to look like you were trying too hard. You’d redone your makeup and fixed your hair. You brushed your teeth and ate. You even finished an assignment and it hadn’t even struck 7pm yet. You groaned as you walked out of your room. Your roommate was sitting on the couch in front of the television, her eyes flicked over to you with a smirk upon her features.

“Antsy?” She questioned you and you pouted as you approached the fridge, looking for a snack to pass the time.

“Only a little.” You rolled your eyes as you sat the the kitchen bench with a banana. Her hand raised with the remote as she switched from Netflix to Spotify. You watched as she put on a playlist before coming to where you were sat in the kitchen. She reached under the counter into the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of cheap champagne. The sight made you nauseous. Last time you’d seen that type of bottle you were face down in a toilet by midnight. “No.” You started and she laughed.

“Just a few. You’re wound up too tight right now. One or two drinks over the next two hours won’t kill you.” She smiled, waving the bottle in your face and you groaned again. With a hesitant hand you reached out and grabbed the large glass bottle from her. She turned around and opening the fridge with an excited squeal as she grabbed the orange juice. “Mimosas make everything better.” She smiled.

You took the liberty of grabbing two of the delicate glasses she bought for these kind of drinks and placing them on the counter. Jean was a bartender at a fancy golf course so she always had the means to make a good drink at her disposal. It almost worried you sometimes.

“Mimosas feel like a brunch thing.” You mumbled as she poured the glasses 3/4 of the way with champagne and topped them off with what seemed like two drops of orange juice. She smiled, her head tilted as she looked at you.

“Mimosas deserve to be enjoyed all day, any day.” She slid the glass to you carefully and held her own in the air. “To Anakin, I guess.” She said with a shrug and you raised your own glass, clinking it gently with her own before downing half the drink. It was cold and refreshing, and surprisingly, if you hadn’t known it had alcohol in it you never would have noticed.

She was right, the next two hours were spent talking about Anakin. You showed her his instagram where he had no pictures of his actual face. She theorized on how he likely had a crush on you, and you brushed it off. It wasn’t long before you found yourself at the bottom of your second drink and heard a knock at the front door. Your eyes widened as you stared at her and she laughed.

“Go open it before he leaves.” She whispered and you scrambled off the couch and walked over to the door. You unbolted the locks and cracked the door open.

You saw his tall frame stood in front of you, hands shoved in his pockets as per usual. You smiled and opened the door fully.

“Hi.” He said with a soft smile. His eyes moved around your apartment and landed on the bottle of Prosecco and orange juice on the counter. “Pregaming I see?” He asked, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly.

You heard your roommate speak from behind you and you could have jumped out of your skin. She was always such a quiet walker.

“Just a little. I’m Jean.” She stuck her hand out and you watched as Anakin shook it.

“Anakin.” He responded.

“Have her home by one.” She smiled as you slipped on your shoes. You rolled your eyes and looked behind you, shooting daggers at her and she shrugged. “Keep your location on.” She said and you groaned in response.

“Okay. I love you.” You mumbled and she responded with the same words back before you ushered Anakin out of your apartment. You heard the door lock behind you and you sighed. “Sorry she’s just like that. All the time.” You laughed gently and he smiled.

“No she seems cool.” He nodded. The two of you walked down the corridor and into the elevator silently before you piped up.

“So what exactly is a car meet?” You asked, your head turned up toward the boy who stood tall next to you.

“It’s when people with cool cars meet up.” He said, he looked down at you with a smile and an embarrassed blush rose to your cheeks. Seemed clear enough.

“Right. Just making sure.” You nodded and he smiled as the doors of the elevator opened. You followed him out as he led you to where he’d parked. You felt a sense of anxiety surrounding the situation, a new place with a new person made you feel a little uneasy.

When his car came into view you felt your heartbeat quicken and when he opened the door for you, you could have sworn you felt faint.

Anakin leaned on the door panel as you got in before shutting it once he saw you were completely settled. He walked around to the front of the car and sat in the drivers seat as you looked around the vehicle you’d only ever seen from the outside. It felt surreal. The small amount of alcohol in your system was nice but it wasn’t helping much as you watched him settle in the seat and turn the key in the ignition.

His hand pushed at the shifter and the car began to move. “I might have to drive a little faster. Turns out it started at 9 so we’re technically late.” He mumbled as he drove out of the parking lot. You stared out the windshield.

“As long as you don’t kill us.” You smiled and you heard his laugh in return.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He chuckled again as he turned onto the road. He began to speed up and your feet pushed against the floor mat to steady yourself. The roads were mostly clear which was good, you weren’t in the mood to swerve through traffic today. The car was loud over the music playing in his car and your eyes scanned over the radio to see what the song was called. You’d never heard of the artist but it was definitely something you’d listen to. You made a mental note to save the song to your phone as he drove quickly and carefully at the same time. It surprised you how effortless it looked and felt.

“Who taught you how to drive?” You asked when he came to a red light and he placed his hand on the shifting knob, wiggling it left to right as he waited for the light to change.

“I did. My dad owned a shop and would let me drive the cars to and from the lot. When i learned the basics I would take the cars out at night.” He smiled fondly at the memory, causing a smile of your own to creep onto your lips.

“That seems nice.” You responded. “I never learned.” He looked at you for a moment as he sped down the brightly lit streets of the city.

“I could teach you.” He shrugged and you looked at him for the first time since being in the car with him.

“I couldn’t ask that of you.” You shook your head and he shook his right back at you.

“No it would be my pleasure. I like doing this. I’d love to teach somebody else how to do it.” As he spoke, a car head began to take a left turn before he was able to make a right turn and he laid his hand on the horn for a second and the other car stopped to let him go. “I’d love to teach you so I could know you were aware of who has the right of way when making a left. Jesus they just give licenses out to anybody these days.” You laughed gently at his passive comment to the other driver. “I swear I only encounter scary drivers when I have somebody else in the car.” He chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe you’re the bad driver.” You said jokingly and he smiled, his eyes shined under the street lamps.

“Yeah, maybe.” He mused as he pulled into a parking lot. It was full of cars and you could hear bass heavy music playing in the distance. He parked his car next to the rest of them and you watched as people glanced over, taking notice of the new vehicle in the parking lot.

“See? It’s literally a meet up for cars.” He said with a grunt as he pulled his emergency break up as high as it could go before turning the car off. The two of you exited the vehicle and he locked it before walking over to your side.

“I see that.” You responded and he smiled sheepishly.

“It’s kinda lame. Just didn’t wanna come alone and you seem nice enough to fall for it.” He said, a joking tone laced his voice. You let out an exaggerated breath and shook your head.

“You were right to think so.” You looked around at the cars around you. There was no more than 50 but you’d never seen this many people and cars in one spot.

He spent the night showing you around, explaining what cars he liked, asking you which ones you liked, and stopping to say hi to people briefly. About an hour in you began to understand why this could be fun, people were doing drifts and burnouts in the empty side of the parking lot and truth be told it was interesting to watch, especially when you knew you could never do that. It seemed he was well known in the community, that would explain why people stared as he drove in.

“Do you still race?” Anakin was talking to yet another guy who was standing by his own car. Anakin shook his head.

“Not since I got that ticket.” He responded. The guy laughed.

“You’re better than the rest of us. I think I have three tickets now.” He chuckled and Anakin rolled his eyes.

“If I was living in my moms basement with a job at the pizza shop I’d have three tickets too, man.” He laughed and the other guy laughed in unison. Anakin pushed his fist against the other ones and began to walk away. You chuckled and he looked down at you. “What’s funny?” He asked curiously.

“Nothing. I would have taken what you said personally but he just brushed it off like it was nothing.” You smiled and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Didn’t you recognize him? He’s my buddy from the class we’re in together.” He said with a smirk and your eyes widened.

“Oh my god, it was. I didn’t even notice. I should have said hello.” You groaned and he laughed again.

“Now you’re the rude one.” He said with a tilt of his head and you sighed.

“I guess I am.” You responded. You walked next to him, glancing over at cars. You learned you had an affinity for Miata’s. Almost ever car you liked tonight had been a Miata. “You raced?” You asked.

“Yeah. It was fun. I’m gonna do it again soon, just wanted to lay low after I got booked.” He shrugged, his hands found their way into his pockets again. You nodded. You always had an idea of him, and he was proving those ideas to be wrong. You couldn’t help but like the truth of the matter just a little better than the fantasy version of him you had made up.

“Damn, Marty’s here.” He grinned as he pointed to a hot dog stand in the distance. “Honest to God he makes the best hotdogs you’ll ever have. Let me get you one. Have you eaten?” He asked excitedly and even though you had, you couldn’t help but enable his excitement.

“I could eat.” You smiled and he beamed, making a bee line for the hotdog stand.

“Good ‘cause I’m starving.” He called over his shoulder and you sped up to keep up with him. A laugh escaped you as you noticed how fast he was walking.

“Slow down.” You laughed as you reached for his arm. You caught him and grabbed him gently to pull him back. He stopped to let you catch up and looked down at you.

“Maybe you should speed up.” He looked down at you while your hand gripped his arm. Your stomach did a flip as you stopped in your tracks, looking up at his eyes. You’d never noticed how blue they were. The two of you stood silently, looking at each other, before you heard the sound of his stomach grumbling. Your laughter wasn’t easily contained when he looked down at his stomach.

“Yeah let’s get you your hotdog.” You smiled, he chuckled and let his arm drop down just far enough where it grazed your hand and your entire arm erupted in goosebumps. Your hand instinctively went to grab his hand. Your fingers twitching to hold his hand made his hand stop and slowly intertwine with yours. You never broke the eye contact and you felt as if you could hear him speak through just the emotion in his eyes. You had to breathe manually when he started walking toward the hotdog stand again.

He ordered two, one for both of you and pulled out his wallet to hand Marty a bill. He had to let go of your hand to do so but the warmth in your heart bloomed when he went to hold it again as soon as he put his wallet back in his pocket. A small blush rose to your cheeks. He told the man to keep the change and handed you one of the hotdogs. The two of you took turns using the condiments on the side of the cart before sitting down on a curb right next to it.

“How is it?” He asked, his mouth half full. You smiled as you finished chewing.

“Really good. Haven’t had a hot dog in forever.” You smiled and he nodded, humming in agreement. You noticed people begin to leave and you pulled your phone from your bag and noticed it had only been two hours. “It’s not even that late yet.” You said and he looked around. You followed his gaze to red and blue lights flashing in the distance and he stood up.

“Time to go.” He mumbled as he threw the last bit of his food away and you followed him, throwing yours away as well. Your chest began to fill with a small sense of anxiety, you’d never dealt with the cops before. You’d been relatively well behaved your entire life so situations like this were alien to you.

He walked calmly toward his car and you stuck to his heel. As you approached the yellow vehicle he pulled his keys off his belt loop and unlocked your side, opening the door and allowing you to enter fully before shutting it and walking over to his own side.

When he got in the car he placed the key in the ignition and glanced over at you. “We haven’t done anything. My car, while extremely modified, is almost perfectly legal.” He smiled assuringly and you nodded before realizing he said almost.

“Almost?” You asked and he shrugged as he began to push the car into gear.

“Yeah. Almost. Nothing big. If I get out of here now they won’t bother ticketing me.” He mumbled as he checked his surroundings before finding a gap between the other cars that were leaving.

You held onto the door panel tightly as he drove, anxiety bubbling up more every second. You were always prone to freaking out. He took a right from the parking lot and began to drive with the other cars around him. They were definitely all doing speeds that would get them in trouble on the small backstreet. You looked at him again and he glanced into his rear view.

“See? It was only one cop car and now it’s stuck in the parking lot.” You turned your body to glance out the back windshield and slumped back into your seat with a huff, followed by a small laugh.

“I was really freaking out for a minute.” You mumbled causing Anakin to let out a short belly laugh.

“Yeah. You should see how it feels to be booked during a race. That’ll get your blood pumping.” He had a tone in his way of speaking that made you think that one day you might experience exactly what he was talking about. His words almost distracted you from his fast driving.

As he turned down your neighbourhood he slowed down. There was no more cars with you guys and he seemed to relax in his seat.

“Sorry for that.” He started. “And for cutting the night short.” He smiled apologetically, only letting his eyes leave the road for a moment to flash it at you.

“Oh it’s fine.” You mused. “It was kinda fun.” You smiled back at him and your grip on his door loosened. You watched as he pulled into the small crescent driveway of your apartment building and parked the car. “I’d like to do that again, and maybe watch you race one day.” You finished as you collected your purse from its spot at your feet.

“I’d like that too, only if you’re being serious. I can’t tell with you.” He smiled and you rolled your eyes.

“I am.” You insisted as you plopped the purse in your lap and looked at him. “I see you drive every Wednesday. I’ve never seen you drive like that before, though.” You mentioned and it raised a hum from him.

“I only do it when I need to. Sometimes when I want to. Driving to school doesn’t exactly ignite my excitement.” He shrugged and you sent him a playful look.

“What warrants your excitement then?” You asked, leaning your elbow on his centre console and placing your chin in your palm.

“Ah the usual, cars, racing, pretty girls in grandma skirts.” He shrugged and your mouth dropped, a mix of a gasp and laugh flew out of you as you rolled your eyes and lifted your head.

“I like my grandma skirt.” You mused. His compliment settled in your stomach, making it so somersaults.

“I didn’t say I don’t.” His voice was quiet as he looked at you and a blush rose to your cheeks. His hand reached out to brush against yours and you let him grab it.

He brushed his thumb along the back of your hand as the two of you sat in a silent tension. The air in the car seemed thick during the silent conversation you had with your eyes. He cleared his throat, averted his gaze and dropping your hand before pulling his keys out of the car.

“I’ll walk you in, it’s late.” He mumbled as he reached across you and pushed your door open. You couldn’t help but feel mildly disconcerted at his reaction. He seemed so confident in his ability to flirt with you. You couldn’t pin point why he didn’t kiss you, it was one of the most obvious opportunities you’d ever seen. Regardless, you stepped out of his car.

“Sure.” You called behind you as you shut the door. He met you at the front end of the vehicle after locking it and walked next to you. The automatic doors of the building opened and you led him to the elevators. His hands were in their usual place, deep in his pockets as you pressed the button. You looked at him from your peripherals, agonizing over the suddenly awkward tension that filled the air between you two.

As you waited in the elevator you sighed. He looked at you, you pretended you didn’t notice, and the doors opened. The small hallway revealed itself through the elevator doors and you stepped out before him. He was hot on your tail when you finally approached the door and pulled out your keys.

“Can I get your number?” He asked from behind you and you froze, your key only inches away from the lock. You turned to him and nodded, stating off your number. You watched as he typed it in and turned his phone to you, you smiled when you saw your contact name had a grandma emoji next to it and nodded, confirming that he put the number in correctly. Your feelings were in a constant state of fluctuation. You couldn’t pin point whether he didn’t like you, or if he was just an awkward individual. Surely, somebody who looks like Anakin could never be so socially inept. Stranger things have happened, though.

He placed his phone in his pocket before letting his eyes fall on you again, your heartbeat raced as you waited for him to say something. Your eyes searched his desperate to find a hint of what he was thinking but you couldn’t pin point anything.

“Thank you.” He whispered. “For coming with me. It was really nice.” He continued and you nodded your head again. It seemed that was all you could do. You tried to push out some words.

“Me too.” You said and furrowed your eyebrows in embarrassment. “I mean. Sorry. I meant to say no problem. It really was fun.” You scrambled for words to avoid looking like an idiot. He smiled, his hand reached up and rested on your cheek. Your breath stopped for a moment as he used his hand to raise your face toward his. His lips brushed softly against yours and your eyes fluttered shut.

It was over before you even got to understand what happened and he dropped his hand gently, stepping back. He placed his hands back in his pocket as your eyes opened again. You could have died right then and you’d die happy.

“Sorry. Should I have asked before I did that? I feel like I should have asked.” It was his turn to ramble and you laughed gently, shaking your head.

“No it’s okay. I was waiting for you to grow a pair and do that.” You smiled as you turned around to unlock your door.

“Well good thing I grew a pair, huh?” He asked and you turned to him as you opened the door to your dark apartment. Your roommate was likely passed out after finishing the rest of the bottle.

“A great thing, really.” You whispered and he shot you a smile.

“Well, get some rest. I’ll shoot you a text later.” He whispered back as he began to back himself down the hallway again. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He smiled.

“Goodnight, Anakin.” You responded before you stepped into your apartment and locked the door behind you. You hadn’t even gotten your shoes off before your phone buzzed in your purse.

“Hi. It’s later. Wanna do this again soon?” The text from an unknown number read. You laughed quietly to yourself as you typed in a quick response.

“Yeah but you’re gonna have to pick me up until I get a license.” You responded.

“I have 0 issue with that. Besides. I told you I’d teach you how to drive. :)” You laughed at the text as you entered your room for the night.

“Deal. Goodnight. Drive safe.” You responded, your tired body and mind didn’t even let you change or wash your face as you laid in bed. Your eyes fell shut as you heard another vibration come through on your phone but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at it. You told yourself you’d take a look in the morning, but the longer you went without seeing the text, the more antsy you got.

“I’m gonna have to. Gotta take a pretty girl on another date soon. Goodnight.” The text sat in front of your eyes and you let out an excited squeal before tossing your phone on the bed. You cuddled into your sheets and let yourself fall asleep, only hoping to dream of him just so you could see him again.

#star wars anakin #anakin skywalker #star wars #anakin x fem reader #anakin #anakin skywalker x female reader #sw anakin #anakin star wars #slow burn #anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin imagine #au anakin skywalker #star wars au #anakin fanfiction #star wars prequels

[ggomos-maribat]

5 | in which Marinette Dupain-Cheng is behind schedule

Part 5 of No Mr. Wayne You Can't Adopt Me! | Masterlist

Marinette's schedule had become a mess.

She went to the grocery store to do some late night shopping, but when she got to the fresh produce section, the place had fallen victim to a robbery. So there she was, cart positioned in front of her, leaning against the crates after the customers were all told to get down. She tapped on her knees restlessly—Gotham's vigilantes hadn't arrived yet.

If the robber is intercepted in forty minutes, I'll have fifteen minutes to finish shopping and fifteen more to fall in line and pay. Her face twisted into a frown. That's too much time off from work and sleep.

Marinette yawned and peeked through the aisles where the goons were yelling at the poor cashiers. Does it count as work time if I help the vigilante side of my boss? She wondered tiredly. She'd promised not to get too involved when such things happened (she had a cover to keep after all), but the interruption had become an annoyance.

Fine, if they're not here yet after ten minutes, I'm kicking those asses myself, she decided. She opted to scan her surroundings instead to save some time looking for items.

Finally, the sound of grappling guns whizzed in the air, followed by capes swishing. The Bats wasted no time introducing their fists to the criminals. Marinette rolled her eyes. Seriously, how'd they get the idea to rob a grocery store? It's too big of a space for a small group of robbers—anyone can run out and get some help—ooh, wait, is that half-priced lettuce?

Unfortunately for her, the vigilantes seemed to be taking a longer time rounding up all the robbers. She really really wanted to get the lettuce and go back to her apartment. A few more minutes passed and she made up her mind to transfer her items to a basket and crawl through the floor to continue shopping. If I can get to the self-checkout line, maybe I can still follow my schedule, thought Marinette.

She made her way between shelves, grabbing what she needed while laying low without a care in the world about the grunts and punches and kicks she was hearing. She got her precious lettuce, moved on to the frozen section for a while, and then back to the main aisles to fetch the seasonings she needed. Whenever she got a glimpse of Batman, she ducked out of he way, knowing that he'll fuss over her the next day if he found out that she was in the middle of the robbery.

Alas, she forgot to also pay attention to the other Bats. While she was on her knees, ground pepper in one hand, she looked up to see Robin who was staring at her in shock.

She stared back with a straight face.

"What are you doing? " Robin finally spoke.

"Shopping," she said, putting the pepper shaker in her basket.

"What—how—why now? "

Marinette settled for no more than one word. "Capitalism."

The boy cleared his throat, seemingly still puzzled by her actions. "Have you seen other robbers holding customers hostage around here?"

She distractedly pointed to the next aisle over and he took off.

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Marinette thought she got the stabby Robin off her back, but he came up to her while she was in self-checkout after the robbers were all rounded and tied up.

"What are you doing?" The vigilante asked. "We need your statement first before you leave, miss."

When Marinette looked up, she saw a number of other patrons continuing their business . . . plus Batman speaking with the commissioner. Seriously, he couldn't have asked anyone else?

"What you did was dangerous. You could've been seen by them," Robin scolded.

"I was in a hurry. There was half priced lettuce." Marinette began to shove all the goods into multiple bags as fast as she could.

"You could've waited—"

"No, I couldn't." With a nod, Marinette took all the heavy bags into her arms and ran out of the store as fast as she could.

***

The company didn't require her to work late at night, obviously, but it became a habit for Marinette just like when she sketched before bed. It helped her set things in order for the next day and go over the details she needed to prepare. WE was by no means the perfect corporation and Bruce wasn't the perfect boss, but Marinette was content with her job, especially since it paid well.

She tucked her legs up her chair, reading the files under the yellow light. Yes, WE had its own faults—there were still supervisors from the Marketing Department who'd send interns on coffee runs instead of giving them actual work, and a few execs seemed keen on pocketing money for themselves. Though if she could pick out those issues one by one and bring them up to Bruce, it would be a good change in the workplace.

Meanwhile, as the girl focused on her work, a few vigilantes hung out outside of her window.

"Tt. Father, are you overworking Marinette?"

"What?"

"I found her in the store shopping while the robbers were still active." Robin crossed his arms. "When I asked she only said 'capitalism'."

". . . What?"

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One office day, Tim decided to stretch and take a walk outside his office for a break. He wandered into the copy room, where he saw Marinette waiting by the printer. He was a little sleepy by that time, but managed to greet her with a quick 'hello' which she reciprocated, followed by: "Do you need anything, Mr. Drake?"

He yawned. "No thanks."

He'd say he needed coffee but he knew Bruce banned him from consuming any more for the week.

After the copy room, he then went to the break room where he found Marinette again. This time, she handed him a cup of what looked like decaf, freshly prepared. "Uh." He squinted at her. "Weren't you just . . ."

"Hmm?"

"You were just . . ." He pointed towards the direction he came from. "Nevermind."

Maybe he was starting to hallucinate.

Not wanting to decline the drink, he took a seat and began taking small sips. He idly watched Marinette heat up pastries for snacks, probably for Bruce. A few minutes ticked by and he excused himself to go to the toilet.

. . . Where he saw Marinette coming out of the ladies' room.

"Weren't—" he sputtered. "You—you were just in the break room! I left you there!"

Marinette's smile appeared forced, but concerned. "No, I wasn't . . .?"

"You were!"

". . . Perhaps you should get some sleep, Mr. Drake," Marinette advised.

"No, I swear! You were there!"

She gave yet another worried smile and went off towards the elevator. Tim shook his head as he went to the bathroom. Had he lost his mind after all? He finished his business quickly and hurried back to his office to gather his thoughts.

But as he passed by Bruce's office he caught someone going out the door.

Someone by the name of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

"Didn't you go downstairs?!" He exclaimed, wide-eyed. This particular Marinette seemed surprised by his outburst.

"Sorry?"

"You went to the elevator!"

"No, I was here." She raised an eyebrow. "In Mr. Wayne's office."

He grabbed her shoulders and started shaking her. " What are you?!"

He was sure he saw her disappear through the sliding doors. He was certain it was her who was in the break room, and outside the bathroom, and inside the copy room. He didn't stop mumbling nonsense until a curse-spouting, stressed Tamara Fox dragged him away from the confused Marinette.

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What the poor Tim Drake didn't know unfortunately, was that Marinette strived to meet deadlines every day. And when schedules were tight, she simply couldn't do all her tasks by herself.

So, occasionally, the assistant would pull off a little Hermione Granger and employ the help of a certain time-traveling Miraculous to be in several places at once.

#maribat fic #maribat fanfic #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat #dc x miraculous #NMWYCAM #PA!Marinette

[yyokkki]

Asking to Sketch Them

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle Rosehearts

Honestly a bit shocked you’d ask him

But he’s had practice from posing for family portraits, so he isn’t too nervous

Until you say you want the backdrop to be Heartslabyul’s garden

It doesn’t break any rules… but that doesn’t mean someone else won’t break any rules

He doesn’t collar people as often as he used to, but he still makes it a point to lecture rulebreakers on the importance of said rule

So imagine the strain on his face when Ace walks by with a vase full of roses and it’s Wednesday.

In the end Ace sits beside you while Riddle gives a long lecture, keeping the rest of his body perfectly still so it doesn’t interfere with your work

You are sweating in fear. 6/10 a good model but it’s hard to draw when your model is half yelling at the dude sitting right next to you

Trey Clover

Might hesitate to say yes because he’s a busy guy,,

I mean they have tea parties like everyday and he’s always in charge of sweets-

You say he can go about his business and that you’re going to capture him in his natural habitat then he agrees

Raises an eyebrow cuz you make it sound like you’re on national geographic but ok

Anyways you’re drawing him while he’s baking and damnnn those biceps pop when he’s whisking

Secretly, however, he’s been holding back for a while now/

When you’re least expecting it he comes closer to you… and bam whipped cream on the side of your face

Devolves into flour tossing and chaos

6/10 you got whipped cream on your sketchbook and it was half finished but it was a fun memory

Cater Diamond

“OMS YAY of course ;DD”

Internally screaming because his makeup isn’t that good today and why him I mean there are better looking people in nrc and maybe he can get his clone to do it instead-

Overthinker fr

He’s a bit stiff at first, trying to only show his good side and checking his camera constantly to see if his smile looks good

If you’re close and you start talking to him about something he’s passionate about while you’re sketching he’ll loosen up a bit and his pose becomes a lot more natural

Eventually forgets you’re even drawing him and now it’s just him showing his true colours

Takes a pic of your finished sketch along with the both of you and posts it on magicam #muse #artistbestie

8/10 the sketch turned out well and you had a nice chat 

Deuce Spade

Has never been asked this question in his life

Boy is so stiff and awkward pls baby

He smiles like Oga from Beelzebub at first

Pls pls pls get this boy to do something else while you’re drawing him to get him to relax

Might be studying across the table from you while having a nice chat

Forgets you’re drawing him eventually pt.2

Tbh moves around a lot especially if a senior enters the room cuz he makes it a point to turn around and greet them while standing up

Is a bit surprised when you say you’re done because shit I forgot and I moved so much im sorry-

Also takes a picture of the sketch

Texts his mom the pic “I made a really good friend who’s great at drawing :D”

Will ask if you can draw a portrait of him and his mom together when you get the chance (will pay for it he just doesn’t know about the concept of commissions TT)

4/10 he’s so precious but not the best model tbh id still ask him again idc

Ace Trappola

Little shit (affectionate)

Not hard to make him agree but boy will he give you shit for it “my face is just that handsome ig” “you want me to get nude?” someone kiss him and make him shut up

At first he’s making a bunch of dumb faces and exaggerated poses and once he determines that you’re sufficiently annoyed he starts actually posing normally

Might get up halfway through and start stretching or laying down cuz he got tired though

Depending on how late he slept the night before and if you’re keeping quiet so he doesn’t get the chance to tease you, he might fall asleep

His sleeping face is cute so it works out for you ehe

When you’re done he acts all non chalant and smug about it but inside he’s sooo happy damn tsundere

Asks if he can draw you next and draws a potato with three dots on it <3

2/10 its only easy when he falls asleep but he’s cute so ill give him 1 extra point

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Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Graphic design is not my passion dear lord i really need to read a guide on how to format tumblr posts TT

Also first time writing omg depending on my mood next part will either be out tomorrow or next month see yall

#twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #deuce spade #ace trappola #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst heartslabyul #yokki's writing #twst headcanons

[tiredly101]

Chomp!

Pairing: Wally Darling x Biter!Male Reader

Illustrated Au, this post was adopted from another account because they are deleting it soo I adopted it with permission of the original author, I did make some changes to adapt it to my writing style! Stablish relationship with Wally and lastly picture was a very closed screenshot but it was made by @clownsuu!

It was well known around the village a certain neighbour could be seen chewing and biting all sorts of things. Of course chewing and biting was pretty normal when eating, it was pretty out of the ordinary when the villagers started to notice bite marks on random objects.

At first they thought a animal of some sort had come in looking for a late night snack but the bite marks didn’t match with any sort of animal. It was only until while Eddie Dear was delivering some mail he noticed M/n gnawing on his pencil while he sat in front of his house sketching.

Usually this wouldn’t have caught his attention as it wasn’t that strange of a thing but they way M/n dug his teeth into it, as if to completely crush it, he started to suspect it had been M/n that left the bite mark on the plastic end of one of Franks bug nets. As Eddie was just stood watching you, it caught Wallys curiosity.

"Hello Eddie, what are you looking at?," Asked Wally while looking with curiosity at Eddie then following his line of sight to M/n which made his smile grow just a tad bigger.

“Oh, hi Wally. Say, is it me or is the way M/n is biting their pencil is a bit aggressive? If you know what I mean," Wally, now that Eddie mentioned it, did thought M/n were really going at it, perhaps the pencil broke while he was sketching. Sometimes that happens to himself so he understands M/n's frustration. Waving goodbye to Eddie when he went on his way to finish delivering mail Wally decided to head over to M/n and see what got him so agitated.

"Hello neighbour, you know if i didnt know any better that pencil seems to be your sworn enemy," Wally jested which made M/n snap up his attention to him.

“Huh..?,” M/n replied confused, having no clue of what Wally meant until he noticed how damaged the end of your pencil had become.

“Ah! Oh no! I didn’t even realise I was chewing it... It’s such a bad habit I can’t seem to stop,” M/n said while sighting softly. Wally chuckled, what was so bad about it? M/n eas doing no harm, well besides to the pencil. He sat down beside you taking the pencil out of your hand and looking at the ravaged end trying to hold back a laugh.

"You know perhaps you should try something softer, you could damage your teeth. I understand the constant need to chew on something so don’t be ashamed,” Wally reassured M/n softly, slowly grabbing his hand and interlocking his fingers with M/n's.

"You chew things too?," Asked M/n hopefully while looking at Wally which made him smile and chuckle before giving a little peck on M/n's cheek.

“Oh, no. I eat with my eyes silly," Wally said which made M/n smile, how could he forget such an important detail of his boyfriend?

“Here”, said Wally before he held out his arm out in front of M/n's face waiting for his reaction. M/n seemed so puzzled at first not knowing what he was offering until he realised he basically just gifted himself to you as a personal chew toy. Perhaps Barnaby does the same so he’s use to it? But it became more and more embarrassing as he just stared at M/n waiting for him to take a bite.

Eventually M/n started gnawing on his arm a little while he focused in drawing again and soon M/n completely forgot he were even doing it until once he finished the drawing and he went to show Wally and found his arm muffling what he was going to say.

It was pretty embarrassing but he seemed fine with it, he was grinning for ear to ear and had a look of adoration in his eyes. If practically chewing his arm off wasn’t embarrassing enough the way he just gazed and admired M/n had his face warming in a instant.

As this went on M/n found himself more often than not randomly nibbling on Wally at a random point of the day. Sometimes when trying to figure something out or even when a conversation was going on for to long and M/n needed to occupy himself with something to stay focused but each and every time, M/n's boyfriend, Wally seemed bubbly with joy.

The rest of the villagers were happy with this as well since they have stopped finding bite marks in their possessions. It wasn’t long before Wally himself started nibbling M/n at random points, seemingly just blinking at him and then suddenly M/n felt something on his arm or shoulder. M/n was flustered at the beginning but he soon got used to Wally's playful nibbles but never got used to Barnaby jokingly giving you both chew toys on rare occasions.

The funny thing is that when M/n and Wally were alone sometimes you both would actually use the chew toys. Wally's favourite was the fake apple chew toy and M/n's was the soft yellow lemon.

"We are such a cute couple"

#welcome home #wally darling x male reader #wally darling x reader #Tiredly Jackie writes #Tiredly Jackie adopt

[bloodysyren]

A little something for @moon-the-silly-evil for taking my little sketch request! On AO3 too!!

Phantom angers Dew and takes refuge on Mountain’s shoulders.

WC: 926.

A bit of Rain/Phantom fluff at the end. I couldn’t resist.

Phantom’s day had started out well enough, but it got significantly worse and more entertaining the longer it went on. He was getting breakfast in the common room and sat next to Rain. The bassist was tearing into a pile of pastries while Mountain sat across from his lover, nursing an ever-steaming cup of tea.

“Morning, Bug. Sleep well?”

Phantom stifled a yawn and cheekily nicked one of Rain’s pastries. A miffed snarl rose on the bassist’s lips, but Mountain squeezed the Water Ghoul’s thigh under the table with his tail. Phantom was still new and didn’t know how much of a pillow hog and late riser the bassist was in the morning.

“I slept pretty well,” Phantom replied, licking sweet frosting off his fingers.

“You should go ask Dewdrop how his morning was, or should I say night, with the look of those love bites Swiss left him.”

Mountain gave his lover a pointed look, but Rain just smiled saccharinely. “Oh, and I almost forgot, not many people know this, but he loves the nickname Dew-Dew.”

“Rain…” The drummer’s tone was a warning snarl, and Phantom had the feeling he was being played. He did enjoy a good joke though. So even though he didn’t want to inflict the guitarist’s ire just for Rain’s amusement, the nickname was stupidly adorable. And exploitable.

The teasing started out innocently enough: Phantom squeezing by Dew in the practice room, putting his guitar away. “S’cuse me, Dew-Dew.” The nickname was practically whispered under his breath, but the Fire Ghoul’s ears still pricked.

The next time, Phantom was a touch bolder, meeting Dew and Swiss in the hallway. The cheeky Quintessence Ghoul “accidentally” bumped the guitarist’s shoulder and turned. “Oh, sorry, Dew-Dew!” The Fire Ghoul snarled as Swiss put a steadying hand on Dew’s shoulder.

“Stop calling me that.”

“What’s wrong, Dew-Dew? Not a fan of your cute nickname?” The guitarist shrugged Swiss’ hand off and took an angry step towards Phantom, who skipped backwards just out of range.

“I’m going to choke you until you pass out,” the guitarist snarled. A flash of uncertainty streaked across the rhythm guitarist’s face, but he still had some snark left as he trilled, “Only if you can catch me first, Dew-Dew!”

Phantom took off at a run as Dewdrop made a grab for his tail. The Quintessence Ghoul heard the guitarist growl behind him as Dew gave chase. Phantom skidded around the corner and nearly collided with Papa as he fled the Ghoul he had deliberately poked.

The rhythm guitarist tore down the hallway and down towards a huge set of frosted double doors. He pushed through them and was immediately in a forest of bright, waxy green. The Quintessence Ghoul spotted Mountain in a dirt-smeared apron, repotting a small sapling.

Phantom made a scared, desperate sound and clambered up the Earth Ghoul’s leg, clinging to Mountain’s broad shoulders and tangled locks as he struggled to escape Dew’s wrath. Mountain loosed a resigned sigh. “Phantom, what did you do?”

The guitarist burst through the doors, stalking towards the drummer and his miserable hanger-on. “Just let me bite him once, Mountain,” Dew snarled, starting to climb Mountain’s legs.

“I think that the two of you need to sort out your differences somewhere else.” Mountain walked towards the doors as if he had two unruly kits clinging to him. He pried Dew, scratching and flailing, off of his thigh, holding him at arm’s length as he reached back for the scruff of Phantom’s neck.

“Go talk to Rain if you want to fight it out, but if you stay in here with me, I will not be responsible for your safety.” The drummer shoved them both unceremoniously out of the greenhouse doors, shutting them on the snarling and cowering pair.

Phantom, now within claws’ reach of Dewdrop, was a lot more contrite. “I’m sorry for teasing you so much. To be fair, it is a really cute nickname.”

Dew, after getting reprimanded by Mountain, was a little cooler-headed and he stalked his way towards Swiss’ room, Phantom following obediently behind, tail between his legs.

“It’s fine. Just…it’s personal.” They stopped in front of the Multi-Ghoul’s door and Swiss opened it, drawing his little firefly into his strong embrace. Phantom was left with half an explanation and padded to the common room, scooping up the rest of the pastries from this morning.

He knocked on Rain’s door and the Water Ghoul opened it, in a pair of sleep pants, a large yawn exposing his fangs. “Why didn’t you tell me that Dew’s nickname was such a touchy subject for him?” Phantom held out the remaining pastries as a peace offering and the Water Ghoul strode back into his room, tail flicking in acceptance.

Rain climbed up on his bed and broke the seal on the bag, offering one to the Quintessence Ghoul. “It’s just kinda funny to see Dew upset. He’s cute when he’s angry. At least at someone else. And you’re new blood. We had to haze you at least a little.”

Phantom made a little moue but took a bite of his pastry anyway. “I think that I learned my lesson, so, thanks for that.”

“At least you still have all of your limbs. And no cool new scars.”

“You think my scars are cool?”

“Yeah, of course, Bug. You’re just so easy to tease. It makes you even cuter.” Rain pressed his sugared lips to the side of Phantom’s mouth. “I’m sorry I sicked Dew-Dew on you.” They giggled conspiratorially at that.

#the band ghost #ghost band fic #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain x mountain #rain is a petty biotch #dewdrop is sensitive #mountain is over everyone’s shit #silly little ask

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS BLOODY BOUQUET Tower Records Tokuten Drama CD ”Vampire Collection 20XX ~The White Dress is Dyed Crimson~”

Original title: 魔界的!? 『ワル』ってどんなヤツ!?

Source: Diabolik Lovers BLOODY BOUQUET Tower Records Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi, Midorikawa Hikaru, Takashi Kondou, Takahiro Sakurai, Kishio Daisuke & Morikubo Shoutaro

Translator’s note: This is honestly the DL content I live for: just pure madness and the boys being idiots. While the other Bloody Bouquet tokuten CD was very informative and interesting as it explained some of the different species wedding rituals, I think I enjoyed the plot of this one just a bit more. It was really cute to see all the boys genuinely get excited about the dress idea they came up with. Especially my tsun tsun boy Subaru was so cute, he made my heart throb. I wish we could have gotten more details on his specific design, but judging by Ayato and Ruki’s remarks, I suppose it was quite simple. (Then again, simple is best, right?)

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*Tick・tock・tick・tock・tick・tock*

*Rustle* 

Reiji: …Good grief. I told them a million times we would work on the outfit after school today, so where are Ayato and Shin hanging out!? 

Azusa: Reiji-san…Calm down. …Eve. We’re so sorry for keeping you waiting when you were so kind as to join us here today. 

You ask them why you are here in the first place. 

Ruki: Ah. Right. We have yet to explain why we’ve had you come here today, right? I suppose we could get that out of the way while we wait for Subaru to drag those two over.

*Rustle* 

Ruki: You know the mixed grade classes organized for home economics, right? The present assignment has the guys making outfits for the girls with the theme being ‘an outfit that will emphasize a woman’s natural charm’. 

Reiji: The groups were decided through a system of lottery in last week’s class and by some cruel twist of fate…Ayato, Subaru, Ruki, Azusa, Shin and myself all ended up in the same group. …Well, I suppose there is nothing we can do about it now, so let us move to the important part. Once all outfits have been completed, a fashion show will be held. And we would like you to represent us as our group’s model. 

You seem shocked.

Reiji: It will not be anything too difficult. All you have to do is wear the outfit we created and walk across the catwalk. 

You remain hesitant. 

Azusa: If you…agree to being our model…I’m sure we’ll be able to give it our best shot…Can we rely on you? 

You nod. 

Azusa: Fufu…Thank you. 

Ruki: Today we will settle on the design and begin the creation procedure. If you’d like to share your opinion as well, please do not hesitate to do so. 

Subaru enters the room with Ayato and Shin. 

Subaru: …Oi. I dragged their asses here just like you asked me to. 

Azusa: Subaru-san…Good job. 

Reiji: Ayato, Shin! What have you been up to!? 

Ayato: Aah…!? Isn’t that obvious!? I forgot! Don’t be askin’ me stupid questions!

Shin: I’m not running late, I purposely chose not to come. …God. I can’t believe I got caught by one of those Sakamaki’s out of all people, when I was just trying to go home. I suffered the biggest humiliation of the century. 

Subaru: I wasn’t exactly stoked ‘bout havin’ to come get you bastards either! It’s just, well…

Reiji: Heh. You wanted to show off to her, didn’t you? 

Subaru: Haah…!? T-That’s not it…!

Azusa: Calm down, guys. …For now, Subaru-san, Ayato-san, Shin-san, you should join us here and have a seat. 

Ayato: Ahー What a fuckin’ pain in the ass…Let’s just get this over with. 

The three of them take a seat. 

Reiji: You sure have some nerve to say that after being late. 

Ruki: Well then, let’s get started right away. Everyone, pull out the designs you were asked to make till today and put them down on your desks. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Ruki: Well then, let’s announce them one by oー …Hm? Shin. Hurry up and take out your sketches. 

Shin: I didn’t prepare anything. What made you think I’d bother wasting time on some stupid activity invented by inferior humans? 

Azusa: But…We’re part of the same group so…It’s important you do your part…or we’ll be troubled. 

Shin: Tough luck, buddy. …For starters, do they really expect a Founder such as myself to work together with Sakamaki and Mukami peeps? Even if it’s for class, I’m gonna have to hard pass on that! I refuse to, no matter what!

Ayato: Haah…Can you please go like one minute without mentionin’ the word ‘Founder’? You’re starting’ to sound like a broken record. (1) Hehehe…

Shin: Haah? Try saying that one more time, you Takoyaki Vampire!

Ayato: Takoyaki Vampire!? What was that, bastard!? 

*Rustle* 

*Clap clap clap* 

Reiji: …Okay, stop right there! …Shin, are you sure this is what you want? You will receive a zero for the assignment and might just end up having to repeat your year just like a certain Deadbeat. 

Ruki: You’re the one who will bear the negative consequences of not participating. If that’s what you wish, I shall tell the teacher in charge that you will be dropping out from our group. 

Shin: Haah…!? I didn’t know that I would get a zero for not participating!? …If I get a bad score, Nii-san will put my head on the chopping block…Oi, let’s get this thing started! Come on, hurry!!

Ayato: God…He keeps on changing his mind every two damn seconds. What’s your problem, Mr. Eyepatch Glasses? 

Shin: Oh shut up! I don’t want to hear that from the guy who showed up late just like me!

Ayato: Don’t assume I’m the same as you when I always intended to participate, but I simply forgot about it! Mr. Eyepatch Glasses.

Shin: You little…!

Shin gets up from his seat.

Shin: You better don’t think I’m going to sit still and let you run your mouth like that! Fuck off!

Ayato: What? You wanna fight, bud!? 

Reiji: You two! Sit down, now!

Ayato & Shin: SHUT UP!

Reiji: Haah…I have nothing else to add. …Subaru, you deal with those two. 

Subaru: Haah!? Why is it always me!? …Che. Oi, Ayato and Shin. Lay it off already. Can’t you tell that she’s freakin’ out not knowin’ what to do? 

Ayato: This is none of your business so just shut up and watch! …Ah. Or what? Are you hopin’ to strut your stuff to Chichinashi?

Subaru: Wha…!? Excuse me!? Don’t be talkin’ shit ‘bout me!

*THUD*

Reiji: Subaru!! While I did ask you to do something about those two, I did not give you permission to destroy school property! Do you understand who will be the one paying the reparation costs? 

Ruki: Haah…Good grief. I am so done with these Sakamaki’s and Tsukinami’s. …Azusa, lend Reiji a hand in stopping Ayato and Shin. 

Azusa: Mmh. …But I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle it by myself so…Eve, help me out. I’ll stop Shin-san…so could you do the same for Ayato-san? 

You nod. 

*Rustle* 

Azusa: Hey, Shin-san, Ayato-san…Let’s talk things over. So please, leave the fighting at that…

Ayato: What’s your problem, Chichinashi!? Back off! …Shin. If you apologize to me right now, I’ll show my generous heart and forgive you. 

Shin: Hah! Apologize, me? In your dreams! Although if you apologize to me first, I might just be willing to let it slide. 

Azusa: Hey…The meeting…

Shin: Che…Could you please shut up for one second? You’re in the way, move!

*Rustle* 

Azusa: Ugh…

Azusa stumbles and falls to the floor.

*Thud* 

Azusa: Ah…That hurt…I can’t believe you’d push me away out of nowhere…But…I don’t dislike this. Hey, Shin-san? …More, please…

*Rustle* 

Azusa: Why don’t you hit me…instead of Ayato-san? 

*Rustle* 

Azusa: Please…You don’t mind, do you? 

Shin: Haah!? What’s your probleーー 

Azusa: …Shin-san…!

*Rustle* 

Shin: Ugh…! Stay away! Let go of my arm!

Azusa: You won’t hit me…? Then Ayato-san, will you punch me instead…? 

*Rustle* 

Ayato: …!? Why are you comin’ to me for that!? 

Azusa: Will you send me flying…? 

Ayato: Cut it out!!

*Rustle* 

Azusa: But the two of you are fighting, right…? In that case…Let me join as well. 

Ayato: Ugh…We were just done with our fight. Right, Shin? ー Oi, Chichinashi! Let’s get back to our seats!

Shin: Y-Yeah! What he said! Come on, we should head back too, Azusa. 

Azusa: Oh…You’re already done throwing fists? …I guess it can’t be helped. Let’s just give it our all during the meeting instead then. 

Shin: Ugh…What’s up with that guy? He throws me off…

Reiji: Haah…They finally calmed down? Good grief…Well then, let us return to the topic at hand. 

Ruki: Exactly. Well then, let’s resume the meeting at once. About the bride’s dress we’ll be making this time…

Your eyes widen in surprise.

Azusa: Eve…What’s wrong? 

You explain. 

Subaru: Haah…? You’re not confident you’ll be able to pull off a wedding dress? No need to worry ‘bout that. 

You tilt your head to the side. 

Subaru: W-Why, you ask? …Because you know…No matter what you wear, you’ll always…

Shin: What was that, Subaru? 

Subaru: I didn’t say anythin’, really…! You know, it’s too late to start lookin’ for another model now, so you just gotta take responsibility and do it. Got it!? 

You reluctantly nod.

Subaru: Reiji…! Don’t be spacin’ out and keep this damn thing goin’!

Reiji: Excuse me? Why the sudden rush? …Oh well, who would like to present their idea first? 

Ayato: Oh! Leave it to Yours Truly! I came up with the perfect design!

Ruki: For some reason, I can only see this ending badly. Will this turn out okay?

Reiji: What a coincidence. I feel the exact same way. However, let’s at least take a look at it. 

Ayato: Look closely! This is what I came up with!

*Flip* 

Ayato: Its name is as you’d expect ーー The Takoyaki Dress!

Ruki: This is…Isn’t it just a brown-colored dress with a poofy skirt? 

Ayato: It’s not! Have a good look at this part right here. The way the skirt poofs up and takes a perfectly round shape looks exactly like one big Takoyaki, doesn’t it? 

Subaru: Oi, Ayato…Did you seriously think she’d be thrilled with a dress like that? 

Ayato: Excuse me? Not only did I go through the trouble of designin’ this dress for her, but she gets to look just like my favorite food! What would she have to complain about? Right, Chichinashi!? 

You avert your gaze. 

Ayato: What’s with that reaction!? Does it not scream ‘Takoyaki’ to you yet? In that case, I’ll add a pink-and-green colored hair accessory to represent the bonito and seaweed flakes usually sprinkled on top. Alternatively, we could make a bunch of small takoyaki balls and then…

*Scribble scribble* 

Ayato: Sew them to the hem of the dress just like this! What do you think? 

You slowly nod.

Ayato: Right!? It’s a genius idea, isn’t it? But I guess it’s a bit of a waste of effort to make takoyaki which isn’t even edible. …Maybe we should just use real ones instead? Then I can have some during the show if I were to get hungry!

Azusa: Ayato-san…I’m afraid that’s a bit much…even for Eve…

Ayato: Hmー But the issue is how we’ll attach it to the dress…

Reiji: Haah…Seems like he’s got his head full of takoyaki right now, he can’t hear us. Well then, let us ignore him and keep going. …Okay, who’s next?

*Rustle* 

Azusa: Me. Please take a look at my design. …I believe that a wedding dress should be white…So I thought you could perhaps wear these…? 

*Rustle* 

Ruki: Those are the bandages you always wear, no? 

Azusa: Mmh. Exactly. 

Shin: And what is she supposed to do with these? 

Azusa: Fufu…Shin-san. Could you please stand up for me for a sec? 

Shin: Where did that come from? Guess I have no other choice…

Shin gets up from his seat. 

Azusa: …

*Rustle rustle* 

Azusa: Just like this, see…? 

He begins wrapping the bandages around Shin. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Shin: Huh? What…? …O-Oiーー!

*Rustle rustle* 

Azusa: We’d wrap bandages…all around her body…and just like that…voila! It creates the illusion that you’re wearing a white wedding dress, no? 

Ayato: I mean, I’d call that a mummy, not someone wearing a dress. 

Azusa: Besides, you can even adjust the length of the dress. By wrapping them a little tighter like this…

*Rustle rustle* 

Shin: Wait…Ow, ow, ow…! Oi, you bastard! Hurry up and loosen these bandages! 

Azusa: Fufufu…It hurts, Shin-san? I bet it feels amazing, no? Also…By dyeing the bandages with blood, you could even change its color to red. 

Ayato: You’ve got the perfect set-up for a horror movie!

Ruki: Azusa, release Shin at once. 

*Rustle* 

Azusa: Okay…

*Rustle rustle* 

Shin: Cough, cough…! Haah…Azusa, are you trying to kill me!? 

Ayato: Thank god it was just Shin right now. If you would have done this to Chichinashi, things could have gone south real quick! This idea is out of the question. 

Azusa: Hm…You think so? I thought it was…a great idea…

Subaru: God…I can’t believe I’m here listenin’ to some dudes goin’ on ‘bout takoyaki or bandages…Did none of you come up with a half decent idea? 

Ayato: What? So you’re trying to say that you came up with a good design? 

Azusa: Exactly…Subaru-san, if you’re going to say that, please show us your design. 

Subaru: I mean, it’s not like mine is anythin’ to write home ‘bout but…It’s this. 

*Flip*

Shin: Oh? Seems like someone actually put some serious thought into it. 

Ayato: What’s this, Subaru? Were you really that uninspired that you went with the most basic thing imaginable? 

Subaru: …That’s not it! …It’s just that… (mumbles) I figured she’d look cute in pretty much any dress anyway…

Reiji: Hm? What did you say just now? We could not hear you at all. You have to speak loud and clear when you want to make a statement. 

Subaru: …!! Y-You know…I thought that she…WOULD LOOK GOOD IN JUST ‘BOUT ANYTHIN’, OKAY!? Listen up! I actually did my research, you know!? 

First up, the color. I’m sure you’d look lovely in any color, but a pale pink shade fits your pure image best, don’t you think? Also…! I figured a slim-fitting dress would bring out your figure more, so I thought that’d work well for you…Furthermore…Ah, just so you know, I’m not into this kinda crap or anythin’! Okay!? 

Azusa: Could it be…Subaru-san, are you the kind of guy who pretends to not be interested at all…but then turns out to be the most hopeful of them all…?

Reiji: I’m sure it was the only thing on his mind during the time he spent cooped up in his coffin. 

Shin: So you like to let your imagination run free, huh? Perv. 

Ruki: Subaru, I can completely relate to you. However, I believe you still have a long way to go if you came up with something so simple after spending a considerable amount of time thinking about it.

Subaru: Haah!? Excuse me!? Did you come up with a better design then, huh!? 

Ruki: Yes, of course. Well then, allow me to show you right away. 

*Flip* 

Reiji: T-This is…!

Shin: Uwah…

Ruki: I believe it is of utmost importance that one’s wedding dress is a direct reflection of their unique personality. Therefore, I gave myself a completely blank slate to work with. For the color, I settled with a shade of purple to give off a mature feel. 

However, one solid color would not be very stylish, would it now? Therefore, I decided to add a few patterns which are currently trending. A floral pattern for the top part and polka dots for the skirt. With the fabric being purple, I figured that shades of red and green would work well with it. 

Shin: Hey…Aren’t those colors which actually clash with each other? 

Reiji: I believe so as well…But he might have chosen them for a specific reason. Let’s give him a chance to finish his explanation. 

Ruki: Finally, I decided to add orange ribbons to the hair and on the lower back. I believe a dress like this could move far beyond a school’s fashion show and even be featured in the Paris Collection.

Ayato: Oi Ruki…Are you bein’ for real? You seriously think that shit would look good on Chichinashi? 

Ruki: That goes without saying. Do you see a problem with it, perhaps? 

Subaru: It’s one big problem!! There’s no way we can put her in that thing! The design I came up with is still ten times better than that hot mess of a dress!

Azusa: When it comes to these kinds of things…Ruki tends to have somewhat more of a…peculiar taste…But this time…

*Rustle rustle* 

Ruki: Oi, Azusa! Don’t touch my stuff without permission! Those are the references I used!

Subaru: Hm? What’s this? Cut outs from women’s fashion magazines? 

Azusa: Kou feared things would not end well with Ruki’s unique fashion sense…so he anticipated by trying to provide Ruki with these cut outs…However…

Reiji: He ended up mixing and matching elements from the various outfits and ultimately ended up with a strange final product, correct? 

Azusa: Mmh…

Ayato: Honestly, I almost want to applaud him. 

Ruki: Oi. You understand just how amazing my fashion sense truly is, right?

You shake your head. 

Ruki: Excuse me…!? How come nobody gets it!? 

Shin: I definitely don’t~

Ruki: …!! Then, Shin. Have you gotten any ideas yourself from listening to the other presentations? If you have the nerve to say such things, you must have come up with a great idea? Speak up!

Shin: Ahーah…Geez. Could you not take out your anger on me because things didn’t go your way? I don’t really care about the design in the first place. Not to mention, it’d be a pain to make something overly complicated. …Although, I guess if I had to name something, I’d say that a revealing dress would be ideal. Like that, I’d be able to suck her blood whenever I want to. 

You take your distance. 

Shin: Heh. Why are you suddenly backing away? I never said I’d latch only you right here, right now, did I? I mean, if you insist…I wouldn’t mind leaving my mark right on your chest right now. Then I’ll have you participate in that fashion show wearing a dress with a plunging neckline. It’d be the perfect opportunity to show everyone that you are mine. 

Ayato: Oi, it’s time to get off your high horse! Chichinashi doesn’t just belong to you!

Ruki: Exactly. Besides, even if classes have ended, we are still at school. Such statements do not belong here.

Shin: I never asked for you guys’ opinion, did I? So mind your own business. 

Azusa: Our own business? But you’re the one…who started this…Besides…We’re still amidst the meeting right now…

Shin: Ugh…Oh shut up, will you? …I bet you actually want me to do those things to you, right?

You flinch. 

Subaru: Hah! She seems to absolutely despise the thought of it. Not only did your stupid little fantasies get rejected by her, we were all here to witness it as well. Loser.

Shin: Haah!? 

Reiji: Ahem! …Personally, I payed more mind to the fabric itself, rather than the overall design of the dress. 

Ruki: Hooh? 

Reiji: Therefore, I started by selecting a fabric with the optimal hue and feel, before settling on a design which would help truly bring the whole piece to life. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Reiji: And that’s when…!

*Rustle* 

Azusa: Wow…That’s a lot of different kinds of fabric…

Reiji: I have already gone ahead and ordered all of the fabric I would need. 

*Rustle* 

Reiji: The way it feels against your skin…Just as I thought, I made an excellent choice. 

*Rustle* 

Reiji: You will be wearing a dress made from this fabric, so why don’t you try touching it as well? 

You run your fingers across the fabric. 

Reiji: What do you think? Do you like it? 

You nod.

Reiji: I am very glad to hear that. Well then, with all the fabric we need already lined up here, I believe we should get to the actual dress-making right away. Now then, if you would please stand still here. 

*Rustle* 

Reiji: Hm…Mm…Mmh…

*Rustle rustle* 

Reiji: I already had everything roughly sized to fit your frame so why don’t we adjust the length of the hem first? 

*Rustle* 

Reiji: Ah, come on. Did I not tell you to keep still? If you move carelessly, I might accidentally prick you with one of these needles. 

I mean, while I’m at it, I might as well go for my own preferred design. 

Ayato: Oi, Reiji! Don’t be stealin’ the damn show all for yourself! 

Reiji: We can’t let Reiji run away with all of the credit. Why don’t we join in as well and combine all of our ideas into one? 

Azusa: I’m in…Well then…I’ll start by wrapping this bandage…

*Rustle rustle* 

Azusa: Around her chest… 

Ayato: I haven’t given up on my takoyaki dress either! Imma borrow this brown fabric for a sec!

*Rustle* 

Reiji: Wha…!? Azusa! Who told you it was okay to wrap a bandage around her? Cut it out at once! You too, Ayato! Why are you trying to take off her skirt!? 

Ayato: Isn’t that obvious? I’m going to replace it with a brown one!

Ruki: I won’t let you do as you please either, Reiji. …Ayato, let me use my fabric for the right part of the skirt.

Subaru: I’m the one who knows what’ll suit her best! …I’m positive somethin’ like this would look way better on her. 

*Rustle* 

Reiji: Ruki! I’d honestly feel bad for her having to wear one of your fashion disasters! If you insist on adding a pattern there, at least go for something like polka dots! ーー  Subaru! The fabric you selected is meant to be used as an inner layer! Don’t use it for the outside of the dress!

Shin: …I’m not goin’ to let you guys leave me in the dust like this. …Oi! You’re covering her up way too much! Those shoulders need to be bare!

*Rustle rustle* 

Subaru: I don’t want Reiji to have his way so…Oi, Shin! I’ll help out too!

Reiji: You two, don’t just tug onto the fabric like that! If you want to trim a part, at least use scissors! Hey! Are you listening!? …Aah, fine!! We’ll think of a design which encompasses all of our ideas, but please just stop for now! Come on! Hands off! Listen to me…!!

*TIMESKIP*

Everyone: ーー We’re done!

Reiji: You guys had me sweating there for a second, but in the end, everything came together quite well. 

Ayato: Better than I expected! …Still, I feel like it’s lacking a bit in takoyaki-ness…

Ruki: It’s too late for that now…We all decided on this design together, so don’t complain. 

Azusa: At first I was skeptical…whether things would turn out okay if we were to combine all of our ideas but…I guess it’s because Eve is our model…It turned out really cute. 

Shin: Well, I’m sure it’ll be well-received at the fashion show. 

Subaru: Say…Can I ask somethin’? We were supposed to create a dress for a bride, right? 

Ruki: Yes? And? 

Subaru: Then don’t we need someone…to escort her during the fashion show? 

Reiji: You do make a fair point. Every bride needs a groom by her side after all. 

Shin: I guess that means we’ll need one guy to walk next to you on the day of the show. 

Subaru: Ahem…I-I guess I’ll take one for the team and do it. 

Azusa: ‘Take one for the team’? Oh no, please don’t force yourself, Subaru-san. I’ll walk next to Eve, okay? 

Ayato: Hold it, you guys! That spot’s obviously reserved for Yours Truly!

Reiji: Fufu…Do you truly believe any of you could take such a big responsibility upon yourself? I will take it upon myself. 

Shin: Nah. I believe I should go, being a Founder and all. 

Ruki: No, it should be me. …Say, who would you prefer? 

You protest.

Ayato: Haah…? What do you mean, you’re not doing it? 

You explain. 

Ruki: Why would the dress be weird? We used the high-quality fabric which Reiji arranged for us. The left part of the skirt was made to resemble a takoyaki’s shape after Ayato’s suggestion, while the right part reflects my polka dot design. The upper part of the dress exposes your shoulders like Shin wanted and we wrapped one of Azusa’s bandages around your chest. …You gave it green light as well, didn’t you, Subaru?

Subaru: …!! …Ugh. 

Reiji: You should just genuinely express your delight. 

You shake your head. 

Reiji: Wha…!? What do you mean, you’re not happy!? 

You turn around. 

Azusa: Ah! Eve! Where are you going!? 

Shin: You won’t be participating in the fashion show!? What are you saying now!? Don’t run away!

You make a run for it.

Everyone: Wait!

They start chasing after you.

Subaru: Hold it! 

Ayato: Wait!

Azusa: Wait…!

Shin: Oi…You…Oi!!

Ruki: Where are you going, Livestock!? 

Reiji: Hey, you…!

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi! I said waitーー!!

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes 

(1) He literally asks Shin if he’s a ‘common hill myna’ which is a type of bird which is known for its talking/imitating what other people say, similar to what some parrots do.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #reiji sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #ruki mukami #azusa mukami #shin tsukinami #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[asherloki]

Intelligent and beautiful

Bbc Sherlock

A/n:- I was reading Sherlock Holmes when I figured out a stuff about the case I was reading and eventually I wasn't entirely wrong, so I thought what if Sherlock's life partner somehow comes out being intelligent, so much he never knew !

"so if this suspect Mr wood is innocent then is it true that Mrs wood knew who it was, who stole the diamond necklace of her mother in law?" I heard Sherlock saying this to John over phone. This case has been going on for 2-3 days now and he's got too many theories, as a result I'm spending my days listening to his theories, I don't mind though.

"Yes John I send you everything do check and call me" he said hanging up on him.

"Any update on it?" I finally asked not lifting my eyes from my tab and stylus.

"Yes 6, 6 theories till now Mrs Holmes" he replied.

His refering me as Mrs Holmes always makes me blush "oh is it?" Now I looked at him.

"Yes, what do you think Mrs Holmes?"

"Well, did you deduce I was thinking about this case?"

"Definitely, was easy as you clearly paid attention to every details of it and you played with your stylus not sketching, instead paying close attention to my discussion with John even though you knew I'd tell you right after I put my phone down." Saying this he took sketch I made on a loose sheet and admired it then put it inside a book "violin " he whispered.

"Just a doodle " I replied.

"Which is marvelous "

"So you kept it?"

"Yes, where it'll be safe, won't get lost, I can't loose it". He said then turned to me "so? Your theory?"

"Aha! I can't say it"

"Why not?"

"It's a very different one, and perhaps wrong"

"So? I've got 6, 5 will be wrong ofcourse"

"It's none of those"

"Still, say it".

"Listen honey, what if Mrs wood's brother have done it?"

"He's lost ain't he, Mrs wood looked for him everywhere ".

"What if he's inside their house? Planning this for 20 years?"

"What?"

"That gardener, you've seen their previous photos, did he aged? He had same white hair as he has now, same wrinkles and physic , I mean no change in 20 years? Doesn't fit does it?"

He listened, carefully, observed it, his eyes sparkle, the sparkle that's very familiar to a detective's wife.

"I'll be back in 4 hours" he said and sprinted to grab his coat.

"Don't be late, come before dinner"

"Yes " his voice drowned as he got down stairs and disappeared into the streets of London with a cab.

"4 and a half, late again" I said while placing plates on the table when out of no where I heard heavy footsteps approaching to our flat. And my man's arms wrapped me from behind.

"Honey, you scared me" I said and he picked me up in bridal style.

"Don't be, I'm just too happy".

"Oh must be good news then".

"Very good news, sometimes looking for too much outside information is not worth it, I forgot to notice the inside details."

"That means...."

"Your theory was correct Mrs Holmes".

Said he and we kissed.

"My goodness I can't believe it"

"Then do, you're extremely intelligent, I've got my match" he said. I blushed to this.

"You really think I'm intelligent? Not just a creative stupid woman in love with you".

"Yes I do believe you're intelligent, and you are, intelligent, beautiful, creative and my love".

"So tell me everything" saying this we sat at the dinner table getting ready for an exciting story.

#sherlock x y/n #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock

[ryethebrokengae]

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x College student reader[Head Cannon]

CW: Early-mid twenties American reader. Gender neutral, although all my writing is intended for trans masc nonbinary people. Explicitly romantic relationships, minor mention of NSFW activities.

§ At first Soap doesn't notice the lessened frequency of your texts while he's deployed. Nor does he notice how you start responding to his texts in the middle of the night.

§ Because of the stress of the first weeks of school you completely blank on reminding him you started classes again.

§ Our pretty boy Soap is so so smart, but so so stupid as we know (and love). And for the first week or two he forgets to do the time zone math and doesn't realize you've mainly been texting him in the early hours of the morning.

§ But when he does finally realize you better bet your pretty ass he's calling you to ask about it.

§ His worry only increasing when you don't answer his calls.

§ Until you finally respond, expect texts and missed calls from him during any and all free time he has between missions.

§ When you finally do text him back he's calling you immediately. "Bonnie what on earth is going on? Why haven't you been answering me?"

§ You'd sigh out a laugh, suddenly remembering that you forgot to tell him.

§ Once you explain that it's just school tiring you out and you've been up late studying these past two weeks he calms down slightly. Although still worried about your well being.

§ I feel like Soap is the kinda boyfriend to try and set up automatic alarms/reminders for you to eat and drink something. But after asking Gaz to help and spending 3 hours trying to figure it out. He settles for just texting you when he can, to drink water and eat something nutritious.

§ On the weekends when he's free he'd face time you and force you to take a break from studying. Him knowing you're probably pushing yourself to try and keep up with the classes.

§ And on said face times he makes sure to keep your mind off your classes and studies to the best of his extent. [Even if that means getting a lil' spicy]

§ When he's finally on leave he'd get home to find you sprawled out on the floor with notes all around you and your laptop open to one of your textbooks.

§ His heart would just break seeing you so stressed and over worked

§ He'd definitely frown and step over all your notes carefully so he doesn't mess them up and hover over you until you open your eyes to see him.

§ Once you do you'd be so excited. You'd give him an exhausted grin and make grabby hands at him, having missed him so.

§ The comfort of finally having your sweet boyfriend back home during all the stress of classes is just what you needed.

§ Soap would chuckle and, having already dropped his bags by the front door, heave you up into his arms and walk you both into the bedroom. Before flopping back on the bed with you on top of him.

§ He'd have you forcefully(not really, you love it) glued to his side for at least the next week. When you don't have classes of course. As much as he would love to keep you all to himself he knows it would just up the amount of stress with you having to make up so much work.

§ If you had to go to campus for your classes he'd go with you and read a book or sketch something while sitting outside your classrooms for you. Knowing just his presence in the same building as you would help with your stress levels.

§ I'm not gonna get too into it, but we all know at least a few of your peers would hit on Johnny. He'd easily brush them off though. Ignoring them in favor of either wrapping his arms around you when you come out of class, or taking your backpack for you.

A/N: I hope to eventually do this same concept for Ghost, John, and Gaz but this is what you get for now. I think next I'll do a head cannon of one of our 141 boys with a chronic pain/autistic reader who's also in school.

Anyway, I'll do my best to keep posting. As I'm sure you can guess I just started classes again so I'm super tired and stressed. I'll see y'all next time though. Hope you enjoy it!

#johnny mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap cod #johnny soap mactavish #soap MacTavish x reader

[kyomunosaki]

I started Hypnospace Outlaw

...and I've noticed a few small things that are super interesting, mostly with the idea of tutorialization.

I didn't plan to do a writeup on this, so I don't have any of my own gameplay's screenshots. I remember most of the gist, so I can probably write a few sentences on this topic that really stuck with me. I would've gone back for more screens but I'm feeling very lazy and I might repost this with editing/photos in the future lol

So Hypnospace Outlaw is basically a pre-2K "internet janitor simulator" except that you don't do it for free. You're like a free contractor/PMC janitor, where you get comissions to hunt down certain infringement of internet/Hypnospace law.

The first case is to find instances where the copyright for a 1968 of a cartoon character named Gumshoe Gooper is being infringed upon. I found this case to be a phenomenal tutorial for both the game mechanics and the philosophical(?) questions the game wants to ask.

Gumshoe Gooper (Hypnospace Outlaw)

At first upon getting this case, I was still grappling with the game mechanics, exploring the Windows 98-ass interface with the skill of an old man in a nursing home. At the time I entirely forgot about the search function, so I just explored by going through various web portals and webrings, a la Geocities.

I found a lot of interesting sites that I don't really have the time (nor screenshots) to talk about and do justice with, but there's a lot of awesome things to find in Hypnospace if you're willing to just take time and look around. I do want to possibly talk about that later if there's interest.

After just stumbling around the internet and remembering how hard it is to find stuff through web portals, I remembered the search function existed thanks to one of the sites I ended up on having tags that open up the search window. So I searched for "gooper"

You find 3 sites from that search, two from AbbyWrites58 and another from another woman who's name I can't recall right now. The first site is a typical late 90s personal site you might find, for a first-grade teacher. It contains mentions of memorials to dead lost ones, a Hypnospace Heaven or something, and is part of a "Spirituality" web ring, but otherwise not much to note. The first link however, is a link to "Drawings of Gumshoe Gooper by my first graders"

Webrings on Abby's World (Hypnospace Outlaw)

On the link, its filled with pencil/crayon sketches of Gumshoe Gooper by a bunch of children, but also 2 gifs that seem like legitimate copyright infringement. I still felt apprehensive about reporting this page to the Hypnospace Enforcers, because it felt like a teacher just wanting to share the work of her students and I was hoping to find other violations to fit my quota. Regardless, even if I were to fill out my quota there were only 2 very clear examples of copyright infringement on the page.

So, I went back and checked out the other site by AbbyWrites58, and this one was... a political support website for a local politician? Who was seemingly a politician that had different views than, I, the player did? And she was using a GIF of Gumshoe Gooper saying that he supported her? I didn't have much hesitation just hitting her with the copyright violation on this page.

The third page was just another site but with an official Gumshoe Gooper strip posted on it. As you can tell the rest of this essay is lazily thrown together and just a retelling of events, but I do not remember the exact details of the page. I just remember still feeling apprehensive about reporting stuff on the page with children's art, so I think I reported that strip.

I still hadn't reached my quota of 3 violations reported, so I begrudgingly made my way back to the initial site I had landed on in my search. I decided to report one of the GIFs, and didn't feel too bad about it since while she did teach first graders I did find her political views somewhat, off-putting. I was going to make my way back to the case page to finalize it, but I got a notification on the not!Clippy software, telling me that if I find more violations I could get a bonus on closing the case?

A child's drawing of Gumshoe Gooper (Hypnospace Outlaw)

So, I decide to report the other GIF on the page as well, and look at that: more money. And then I have a dark urge to test something out. What about this first grader's art? What if I file it for copyright infringement, what would happen? Would the kid get in trouble? Will the teacher get the blame? Did the teacher even deserve any blame? Well, I hit the report. It works. So I go through the page, filing every crude drawing of Gumshoe Gooper by children as a violation of copyright law.

I get a lot of money, and I don't feel too bad after learning more about AbbyWrites58. Besides, the other members of her webring were openly fascists! That sort of association makes you liable to uh, getting in serious trouble over copyright infringement of a 1968 cartoon character right? It's just my job! I needed to hit the quota! And what if I flag her account to the authorities, her account with her location and other personal information tied to it?! What is the worst that could happen, and maybe I would feel a bit more bad about it if her political views weren't so, wrong?

This sort of self-justification I found myself doing just felt fascinating. It was some of the most engaged I felt with a game's narrative in so long, and it's only been made more fascinating by later cases like even the one just following this with ZANE_ROCKS_14. If you liked this post, maybe I'll actually try to edit this one down properly and actually take screenshots too. Regardless, if you got this far thanks for reading!

Edit: I can see how this makes me look like kind of a dumbass but I guess what's more accurate is "what her political views were being signalled as" is more accurate for some of the stuff I say above lol, but I'm too lazy to edit the post more than this

#hypnospace outlaw #ludonarrative #game tutorials #essay #video game essay

[seirindono]

Sorry if you've already answered an ask like that but how did you start with comics? :D Like, what's the backstory to your hobby?

Oh, I don't think I did, not in details anyway. But it could be interesting ( ´ ▿ ` )

I'm an art student (animation), so drawing and storytelling have always been my thing! As for comics, I've always loved reading them, and sometimes I'd draw some for myself or my friends, but nothing too ambitious. Between 2015 and 2016, Undertale arrived and I was so taken by the characters, the narrative and what the fandom was creating around it that I thought I could contribute too. So, armed with my first graphics tablet and 0 experience, I tried my hand at making my first comic. I only managed a few pages, because I wasn't satisfied with the final result and realized that each page was taking up far too much of my time, but it stuck in my mind as a fun experience and a cool hobby!

2020 arrives, I enter art school and am promptly sent back home bc of covid. My drawing skills have improved and I've gained in terms of maturity and confidence, and coincidentally I'm seriously bored after 3 months of confinement (and a few more to come). On youtube, I come across an Undertale comic fandub (hadn't seen one in a long while) and I'm blown away that the community is still out there, creating really cool stories! I start reading fics again and get back to following cool artists I've discovered on my Tumblr (forgot I even had an account)!

I draw a few sketches and illus for fun and start "hyping" myself for some lore digging and OC creation. Starting TMS was a bit of a whim, just to see how long I'd last this time lol and now the rest is history~

June 8, 2020 so three years, yep. And I sure hope I did! You're bound to get better after drawing these guys so many times, haha.

Art school also played a big part as well.

(thank you)

A bit late, but sure!

We don't celebrate it in France but Happy thanksgiving to those of you who do! Or happy Thursday, well, Sunday. Hope you had a nice day.

#ask #ask me #here's the backstory for TMS haha #for those wondering- the first comic I mentionned was a Underfell one #I still have the pages but just like part one of TMS - I'm kinda awkward with it xD it's pretty fun to look at tho #redrawing them is still on my to-do list but that'd require too much time and energy rn #*sigh* I might have improved in skills but at what cost?