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eilishsluv · 28 days

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Fem reader, we are a tattooist and Billie lets us tattoo her! :)))

i love this idea so fucking much omg

spine

billie eilish x fem reader

summary: tattooing billies spine:)

warnings: none really

notes: this is mainly based on the req, but it is alittle off, sorry<3 its also alittle rough, i havent written in awhile.

you were billies go to tattoo artist, you were gentle, likable & made sure all your clients were comfy during the process. so automatically billie loved you, and your work was to die for.

you & her were messaging back and forth for awhile cause billie had an idea for a new tattoo. you sorta knew what she wanted & that she wanted it done on her spine. the day she had planned for it to be done rolled around, safe to say you had alittle crush on billie so you were ecstatic.

"heya y/n" billie spoke.

you turned around to see her walking through the door of your small tattoo parlour. a soft smile played on her lips.

"hi bils" you replied mirroring her smile.

she walked closer & sat in the chair next to you. you were finishing drawing up her tattoo, getting ready to print the stencil.

"you nervous? spine tats hurt alot from what i hear" you questioned.

being in the tattoo industry for afew years you knew they hurt, hell you were fulled with tats aswell. but you never really gave a spine one any thought, you've had people in tears from them before.

"yes & no. its a needle going into my skins like thousands of times but its worth it" billie smiled.

printing off the stencil, letting billie undress behind you. you could feel your cheeks heating up from the thought, you had done this so many times but it was different with billie.

you carefully turned around incase she hadn't laid down on the tattoo chair, but thankfully she did and she was texting someone on her phone.

"just putting the stencil on, no needle yet" you reassured.

you found reassurance was a big thing with tattoos, even with people who had hundreds they still enjoy hearing you tell them its only the stencil.

peeling off the stencil, you took a photo to show billie the placing. with her approval you sat down & picked up the tattoo machine.

{ little time skip }

"still going okay bils? you need a break?" you asked.

"nah its allgood, keep doing your thing" she replied.

during the next few hours small talk was made, sitting in silence while tattooing was something you didnt like, but if the client would rather not talk you were fine with it.

"aaand done!" you were proud of your work, the feeling of accomplishment after every tattoo is something you never got sick of.

you got up from your place, a quick stretch then pulled out your phone to snap a pic.

"show me alreadyyyy" billie nagged.

you took the photo, quickly showing billie the art.

"holy shit y/n, thats fucking sick!"

blush crept its way onto your cheeks, a large smile displayed at her compliment.

"thankyou bils" you smiled.

you wrapped her tattoo, going over the aftercare while doing so. turning around to give her some privacy again to dress, you grabbed the pay machine.

small talk was again made while she dressed and you worked out the cost.

"alright, that'll be $975 today bil" you spoke turning around.

"no problem" she replied.

she ended up tippinh an extra 150, she had done that everytime she came to you. it always made you smile.

"gotta pay a pretty lady extra" billie winked.

you giggled as she collected her things, walking out the door you said your goodbyes. every time you see her your crush grows more & more.

#billie eilish #billie eilish x reader #eilishsluv

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redwoodrroad · 5 years

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🖊 !!!

!!! oh man i really wanna talk about morten because for all i draw of him i dont talk about him enough. here’s a pretty recent screenshot of him in Skyrim, the game i made him in:

his full name is Morten Alexander Iversen, and i originally made him uuuhhhh over 6 years ago, i dont really remember but it was the first time i played skyrim–i actually named him after the lead singer of A ha, Morten Harket lmao, because i wanted him to fully encapsulate that like Nordic / Norwegian vibe (and also at the time i had an obsession with a ha and lbr it never went away); his last name is just a name i found, and his middle name is a reference to my own last name!

some general info: he’s got shoulder-length black hair that he does fishtail braids with, one on either side of his head that follow the curve of his head until he reaches the back of his ears, and then he lets it down; he also has light blue eyes, a Pretty full beard, and several scars on his nose (they might be hard to see in that picture but i draw them pretty prominently). he’s probably about 7 feet tall in-game, but in any modern retelling i do with him, he’s about 6′2″. he also has a deep voice but no, like, traditional nordic accent. if you can imagine like an east coast accent that isnt quite southern, isnt quite northern, it’s like…. somewhere in there. in the game, he tends to wear heavy armor, but he prefers using a bow for most situations and then switches to a sword with his right hand and ice / fire magic with his left hand. i dont wanna fill up my followers’ dashboards, so if you’re interested in reading about him, i put it all under the read more! :D

so in the game, he’s a nord as i said, but he doesn’t completely align with the nords–i have an ENTIRE sociological mock-up of the culture of nords in skyrim, and to sum it up, they’re very conservative, theyre close-minded, and they dont care for people (even among their OWN people) with mental illness / disabilities, people who arent so much power- / dominance-oriented, or, say it with me now: gays. on that list, morten falls under all three! hat trick!! so he kind of keeps away from his brethren in that regard; he’s also a very quiet person overall and prefers to not be in big crowds or even in big open spaces, he really likes his solitude. which is tough when youre the dragonborn and everyone knows it rip

speaking of being dragonborn, i imagine that his dragon is like…. an entire personality within himself. not that it has really any agency, but it’s a nagging sensation that draws him towards what dragons want: power, money, sex, food, naps, etc. morten’s dragon is very dominant and wants morten to go all out–it wants him to fight everything, garner lots of wealth, reach a worldwide level of notoriety, and like anything else you can imagine a greedy, power-mongering dragon might want. morten himself, however, does not want any of that; he just wants to chill. so you can imagine the duality there, huh. more physically, his dragon is like an ice-oriented dragon, so morten’s shouts (while mechanically can be whatever he wants because it’s all in the game mechanics) in my mind always have a little twist of ice. he prefers the ice-oriented shouts, and anything else not related to ice will still have little ice particles come out (even if they might be melted by fire-oriented shouts). likewise, morten’s use of magic with his hands are always ice- or cold-oriented

beyond the dragon, he has terrible memory problems, and ive worked the canon amnesia into something of like…. a trauma response? it’s way too much to go into and also has to do with some of my personal childhood experiences, so for now we’re just gonna let it be shielded by amnesia; likewise, that sort of brain-haziness also applies to present memory-storing, and morten really has trouble remembering names, dates, conversations, and even situations even as he is adventuring through Skyrim. this also applies to processing issues–he for sure has dyslexia, and not just in reading; he might hear a sentence but parse out the words in a different order–and over-stimulation, which is really why he hates being around other people or even talking to other people for a long period of time. he also suffers from depression, anxiety, and paranoia, and because of all these mental things, he really found himself becoming drawn to the Prince that oversees this general sphere of mental health: Sheogorath. during that quest where the dragonborn helps him and pelagius inside pelgius’s mind, morten was incredibly drawn to sheo and in my mind took time to sit with sheogorath at the end of the quest just to chat because sheo made him feel like…. that haze that covers his brain just lifted and let him think clearly without the stressors of the outside world affecting him. even the dragon soul stopped yelling at him in that moment because it too was soothed by sheogorath’s presence. so with that, morten grows closer to sheogorath, and in my canon, they chill out a lot in skyrim haha

i also want to say that morten grew really close with the greybeards–particularly Arngeir. Arngeir, being really the only one who Could talk to morten and who always had such helpful wisdom for him, really became something of a father figure to morten, and without needing to, morten returns a lot to the temple to just chill with arngeir, he just loves him so much.

finally, i also wanna talk about his relationships: he becomes the thane of Whiterun first and meets Lydia, and they become absolute bros. later down the line, he meets a guy (havent figured out who it is yet, might end up being an OC) who he falls for a little, and they have a thing for a long time–until this guy starts becoming really abrasive with morten and displays such a lacking in understanding of morten as someone with mental illness, so he leaves–and he’s replaced later by the beautiful and adorable Erik the Slayer, whom morten meets as the dragonborn normally does in Rorikstead, and after he gives erik’s father money for erik’s armor, and after a few months when he returns to find erik trying to become a hired mercenary, morten asks him to join him in adventuring. it takes some time, but there’s a mutual crush, there are late-night chats under the stars, drunken storytelling that involves coming-out stories and previous bad or silly relationships, and eventually a big gay kiss. and of course, a marriage in the temple of mara. i may or may not have had to hack the game with console commands to let morten marry him because he wasnt romance-able but we’re here now and they live together in the Lakeside Mansion just outside Falkreath. morten also meets Serana during the Dawnguard dlc and becomes bros with her too (and introduces her, the raging lesbian, to lydia, the rampant bisexual, and you know).

sheo is still a huge influence on morten’s life, and there are TONS of silly instances where both erik and sheo have to sit in a room together and just kind of accept the fact that on one hand morten is sleeping with an actual terrifying daedric prince and on the other hand morten is married to a boring mortal and not a fun daedric prince, can you guess which one of them holds which opinion

so right now, morten is happily married to the love of his life, he has some pals livin it up with him in the upstairs bedrooms and a prince who visits him occasionally, and his little farm is full of chickens and cows and horses and a library tower full of books and a full garden outside WITH BEES, and hes just living his best life !

thank you for asking!! i hope you enjoyed reading about my boy!! he’s my blog icon, and i love him so much. also feel free to check out my “morten tag” tag if you want to see like general vibes about him, aesthetic posts, meme shit that reminds me of him or might be something he would do or like, and art ive made that features him! and thank you again ;u;

#morten tag #tes #dragonborn #the elder scrolls skyrim #thank you so much for asking!!!!#redwoods words

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wintermutal · 6 years

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can you rec some good spooky videos? i too would like to drown my sorrows in spookiness

oo fucking boy okay holy shit what to pick from...ive been watching spoopy videos since i was 11 and first got access to the internet so really ive got a pool to draw from, like some videos stick with me in particular from like 2011 but then theres newer ones and shit too?? like okay let me think here

disclaimer: some of these are ghost videos that have since been debunked, eh im not checking them all, just sticking in whatever stuck with me

shit that stuck with me from when i was 11 at the height of the slenderverse and late 2000s creepypasta era

-body of a pig

-the cat with hands

-there’s a man in the woods

-the Chonecom videos (these came to light in.....god, i want to say like 2007, by the youtube user Chonecom, who’s channel was taken down for reasons unknown. these have been circulated around various accounts since then, usually with clickbait bullshit titles. ive heard that it’s real, ive heard that it’s fake, but either way its pretty cool. i need to rewatch it tbh. the link is to one of the bullshit versions)

-no through road

-the notorious youtube channel/video Username666, which can be viewed either as a single video or as an ARG. this is long past our time now but here is a wonderful video taking it apart if you choose the latter.

-lights out (this eventually got adapted into a full film, although i havent seen it yet. it fucked me up good when i was like 13 tho)

-all the videos in the Creepy Gaming series by thestickypaddle. now i went back into my old middle school gmail account to find some of my old faves for this ask and this was in there, and i was like ‘o shit i loved those’, so i looked it up and found that he has done a full ass 6 MORE SEASONS of this. deadass when i was like 14 this was my SHIT but there were only like 5 videos so i remember just watching them on repeat and like....theres so many, literally HOURS of content i havent seen....i feel like ive abandoned something lmao

-now i would be absolutely REMISS if i did not mention my patron middle school horror fandom of youtube slenderverse series. you got ur marble hornets, ur everymanHYBRID (still my fave), ur tribetwelve, ur darkharvest00, and ur whisperedfaith. those are the five holy sects. if you must pick one, you are legally obligated to choose marble hornets, the series that birthed a genre that is held above all others in high quality and form. if you’re in for the whole squad of fuckery, u better sit the fuck down and settle in because ur in for a long haul of not only years of videos, but also years of painstaking ARG work and fantastic lore and worldbuilding. i would personally start with marble hornets and work from there

okay those are the ones that fucked me up as a young child. more recently i’ve been binge watching a lot of shitty youtube-published documentaries about serial killers and shit with a more informative overview of spooky events but there are a couple that have stuck with me in the past 6 months or so:

-twitch stream ghost. this is a more recent one that popped up last february. i remember discussing it with some friends because it seemed very genuine, and we agreed that it really, seriously looks like a genuine haunting, which is rare on youtube. like look at the sheer fear in this guy’s reactions. like this is seriously some crazy shit that really sticks out to me from all the other supposed ghost vids ive seen over the years

-/x/ Thread Simulator- this is absolutely 100% something that still fucks me up whenever i watch it. it came out in 2014 but somehow i never saw it until earlier this year and i genuinely could not sleep that night. it’s an animated archive of a particular 4chan thread revolving around a very active and wild poltergiest/demon/whatever the fuck. still dont know if its fake or real, still dont really care. ive seen a lot of horror films less impactful then this 10 minute video comprised of animated forum screenshots set to bouncy music like fuck man

-anything from the youtube channel Horror Stories. I found this really recently and have been binging everything on here. basically its a dude that does very neat, concise reports on fucked up things. these videos can range anywhere from 2 minutes to like, 10 minutes, and its seriously some wild shit. be aware that there can sometimes be irl gore on this channel. shoutout to this channel for giving me such high quality content as Man Falls in Meat Blender at Meat Processing Plant and Cavalese Cable Car Disaster. not so much classicly creepy as morbidly interesting, and you SERIOUSLY get exactly whats on the tin every single time.

-Mapping the Las Vegas Massacre (New York Times Visual Investigations). again, less creepy and more morbidly interesting, done by the really solid journalistic reporting ive come to respect from the outlet. this is over the las vegas massacre a couple months after the recent florida high school shooting, and it’s currently standing as the largest mass shooting in american history. this account pastes a ton of bystander footage together to give us a solid look as the chaos unfolds, like, as someone who enjoys true crime, this is absolutely chilling.

-leechnado. leechnado needs no introduction

uhhhh thats all the ones i can think of in recent memory have a rad ass time

#i went through my recent youtube history and it seems like ive been watching more memes and documentaries than spoopy things in the past wee #asks #creepy #vandal.txt #Anonymous

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queendeanofpie · 7 years

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Kallura month 10

Yoooo I havent even published this on Wattpad yet. You guys are the first to see this! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Kallura month # 20

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Keith sighed looking up at cork board layed out in front of him. Different newspaper clippings drawings handwritten notes and photos were layed out cross a regional map.

Red string connected them all together in one way or another. Keith shook his head before sitting down in his sofa chair.

"Might as well see whats on Tv."

He turned it on and immediately was met with a news bullitan. A video feed of a comet or asteroid something caught his attention

"Watch tonight as a rare occurrence unfolds for millions watching. One of the only largest meteors on record predicted to survive impact on earth. Scientists are calling it a huge break through in the study of space. Jonus where can we expect this to hit?" She turned and the feed switched to show an older man with brown graying hair.

"Well Ellen you'd think it would hit in the middle of some uninhabited land but this isnt the case. The meteor is determined to hit in the middle of the Arizona desert just 50 miles from a small town"

Keith tuned out everything instantly. He jumped up running to his cork board eyes scanning across the papers until he found it.

"They predicted something happening tonight" he whispered his eyes going wide.

He ripped the paper off and grabbed his jacket and his knife shoving it in the sheath on his belt.

He had to get to that meteor.

~~~

She sat up looking around the cockpit. It hit her what happened and Allura screamed hitting the dash with her fists as a sob flew from her.

"Father why?" She whispered.

Her grief was interrupted, however, when a growl came from the lion. She jumped back startled before relaxing.

"Take me back! I want to go back!" She yelled tears falling like the rain from her eyes.

The lion growled back a reply and she collapsed onto the dash crying. There was dead silence for a moment and then the lion got up.

It started to walk off and Allura almost fell on to the floor. It purred gently and Allura felt her shoulders slump

"He's really gone isn't he?" She whispered. There was a responding whine and Allura could feel her grief mirroring the lions.

She sighed going quiet and lay in the seat curled onto her side, fat tears still rolling down her cheeks.. There was a few moments of silence before she spoke up.

"Where are we going?" She croaked The lion growled softly and Allura nodded

"Do you know what planet we're on?" She asked

The lion growled again and Allura felt the curiosity in her spark.

"I-I've never been here" she mumbled perhaps she could find a way to get away from here and try to find the other lions.

She watched as darkness over took her the Lion walking into a cave. It purred again gently the sound of it motherly and commanding and Allura nodded too tired to put up a fight.

She slowly lay down the adrenaline from the crash and her crying finally getting to her. The last thing she saw was the glowing outline of the dash and then it was dark.

~~~

Keith slowed his hover bike down seeing the crash site just ahead of him. It was empty and Keith raised an eyebrow in shock at seeing large foot prints leading away from the sight.

"I don't think a meteor walks off" he said eyes following the foot prints. He moved his bike over the tracks the breeze from it blowing away any trace of tracks.

This was the best clue he had to finding his mother in years. He wasn't about to let some inexperienced feds ruin his chances.

He slowly followed the tracks erasing them as he went. Before locked he to rocky ground and the tracks disappeared.

He groaned in frustration taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair

"What am I gonna do now" he muttered

He sighed starting the bike back up before he realized there was a cave there. He raised his eyebrows.

The cave looked big enough that whatever walked away from that crash could fit easily.

It was worth a shot he decided putting back on his hat and and moving his bike where it couldn't be seen.

He stood in the enterence of the cave studying it before cautiously walking in. It was dark and Keith fished out a flashlight from his belt

He pressed forward His hand instinctively rested on his knife sheath ready to pull it out at a moments notice.

"Hello?" He called out hellos echoing around the cave bouncing from wall to wall.

He took a small step forward swinging the flashlight around to look. There was a crack and he looked down terror flashing in his eyes.

He started screaming as the ground beneath him cracked sending his falling down. He hit the hard sloped surface and started to slide down it. He lifted his hands to shield him from the spray of water as he slid down.

He suddenly felt the ground beneath him disappear. Keith felt all gravity vanish for a second before he yelled as he plummeted down once again.

He hit a small pool of water, It splashing him soaking his hair. He growled grabbing his hat and frowning.

"Darnit, This is my favorite hat" He sighed he put it back on after attempting to shake out some of the water. He looked up and immediately his eyes widened.

In front of him was a huge lion filling the huge cavern he had fallen into. A glowing sphere of blue webbed light surrounded it and Keith assumed it was a force field.

It was strange but Keith couldn't help but feel a shiver fall down his spine. There was something off about the lion but Keith didn't know what.

He suddenly jumped hearing voices. He cursed running up the tunnel and stopped seeing the small pond he came from.

"Darnit! I can't get back up that way" He huffed He crossed his arms tapping his feet as he tried to think of a solution.

"Hello? Is someone here? Is that your vehicle out front?" A voice suddenly called down where he was. Keith winced shielding himself from the bright light shining in his face

"Yeah! Can you stop shining that thing in my face" He yelled up The light dissapeared and Keith scowled looking up at where he fell from.

"Sir can I ask what your doing down there?" The agent asked

"I'm an archaeologist I was here studying the drawings in this cave and the ones around it when I fell" Keith answered dryly

"Do you need any help? are you injured in any way?" The man asked frowning

"No I'm fine I've been studying these caves since I graduated a year ago I know every inch of these caves, But thank you though" Keith rolled his eyes

"Have you seen any strange phenomena lately?" The man continued raising an eyebrow and narrowing his eyes

Keith instantly thought of the Lion. That was his only ticket to finding out what happened to make his mother leave, he wasn't letting it get found out.

"No other than that meteor crashing somewhere out in the desert, Pretty wild huh?" He asked faking a smile

"Certainly, Thank you for your time, We saw the vehicle and wanted to make sure you were okay" The agent replied sighing as he left.

Keith nodded still faking a smile and waved. The light dissapeared along with the agent and Keith waited until he was sure they were gone before letting out a deep breath.

He slowly walked back to where the lion was only to find the force field was gone. He raised an eyebrow curiously walking up.

"That's weird I wonder why it-" Keith was cut off as someone suddenly pressed a staff against his throat locking him in a headlock

"What do you want?" a voice growled in ear. Keith struggled gritting his teeth and trying to pull off the staff but it didnt budge. They pulled it closer and he growled out in frustration

"My name's Keith! I'm not trying to hurt you!" He yelled

"How am I supposed to believe that" He growled in frustration still trying to wiggle free.

"Look! Those guys up there could have found you but I let them think there was nothing here but me! I just want to find my mom!" He finally yelled before he froze eyes widening

The grip loosened and Keith was still processing what he said. He hadn't meant to yell that out.

"Why are you searching for your mother here?" Asked the voice carefully

"Because . . . ." Keith looked down squeezing his eyes shut "My mom is an alien and I'm looking for her" He sighed

The staff dissapeared and he was shoved forward. He rolled his eyes rubbing his neck before turning around. He was shocked to find a young woman staring back at him.

She had long white hair that curled down in waves to her hips. Her eyes were a bright sky blue that was currently glaring at him. she had two pink crescent marks on her cheeks on the corners of her eyes and elf-like ears.

To summarize, Keith had never seen anything like her.

"What do you mean your searching for your mother?" She asked her voice ringing with authority

He rolled his eyes before holding up his dagger. Her eyes widened and she took a way step back from him.

"It's my mom's, She was part of a peace movement for her species and the blades were ceremonial for the group" He explained slowly

He closed his eyes and the blade glowed causing her to gasp and jump back making him smile. The blade lengthened into a sword revealing a glowing purple symbol on the side.

"My mom just took off one day and told my dad to keep me safe, She left this for me and I've been looking for her since I was 16" He mumbled deactivating the blade and tucking it back into it's sheath.

"Are you sure your mom was part of a peace organization?" She asked sharply still in a defensive stance. He gave her a confused look

"Yeah, I am why?" He asked starting to become slightly suspicious

"Because that symbol is Galran" She snapped her eyes narrowing

Keith's eyes widened. Galra. That was his other half. His mother's race. He finally figured it out, He could find her.

"That's her race?" He said quietly still stunned.

"They're the ones who destroyed my entire planet yes" Allura said coldly glaring at him.

He was instantly snapped out of his happy daze. "W-what?" He whispered. He didnt want it to be true. He didnt want his mothers race to be the reason for the destruction of a planet.

"The galra are the ones, who destroyed my entire planet and my family, I'm the only survivor" Allura voice softened seeing Keith's reaction. She hadn't meant to upset him.

Keith felt his world fall apart. It wasn't his mom. It was him. He was part of a race that murdered her entire family, what did that mean about him?

"I'm sorry" He croaked his throat closing up with emotion

"No! I . . . . .I was wrong . . I should've trusted your words, You said your mother was part of a Peace movement" she said sighing and looking down.

"Your right, My mom is part of a rebellion, that has to count for something" He nodded showing her he felt better but he still felt bad about it. He couldn't shake the image of him being a monster.

She nodded looking down but looked up with a small smile and held out her hand. Keith looked up startled at her.

"Your different Keith . . . but maybe that's what I need"

Keith stared at her hand for a second still thinking about what she said earlier but he shook it off. He wasn't a monster.

He took her hand.

~~~

#kalluramonth2k17 #conspiracy theorist keith yo #kallura #keith #allura #kalluramonth20 #did i seriously write airzona #queendeanofpie #queendeanwrites

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naruto-scenarios-plus-akatsuki · 7 years

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Sai Drabble

Sorry for the lack of posting lately; my computer is still not working. Im just lucky to be able to use my phone to check on my blog occasionally. I dont have many requests left in my drafts so i havent been posting as much so i will be closing my ask box soon because i have no way of completing tasks efficiently any more. Also i know no one asked for this, but this was something I was working on and I needed this. And since my oc I have created for Sai doesn't do art, I still wanted to imagine what Sai would think if his s/o did art but didn't like to share. Don’t mind me, I’m a sap for Sai 😫 Sai reacting to his s/o being shy about their art

“Sai, what are you doing?!?! Those are private!!” You called alarmed, darting into the room. You were quick to snatch your sketch book out of Sai’s hands, closing it and hugging it tight to your chest.

“Private?” Sai questioned perplex, trying to process what was happening. His eyebrows were scrunched down as he looked at you, wondering what was wrong.

Your face looked panick and you were mildly upset that Sai was snooping through your sketch book. You had been dating Sai for a few months now and you found he was a very attentive boyfriend, yet you also knew he lacked emotional intelligence. He had a hard time reading social cues and understanding other people’s emotions as well as his own.

This was sometimes a challenge in your relationship with him but what made it easier was his straightforward nature. He was honest and open about any aspect of his life and his thoughts. You found comfort in knowing he didn’t lie to you and you two had been building a steady trust over the last few months as you two got to know each other more.

Sai had known you were an artist and had always wanted to see your work, but you were too shy and embarrassed to show him. It was hard to show your work especially to another artist for fear of their judgment and their criticalness of it. You didn’t know how to explain that to Sai so you always told him you’ll show him later. Apparently later was now since you invited him over to your house and when you excused yourself to get some snacks, he happened to find your sketch book that you left lying around.

You felt flustered and slightly mad at Sai for invading on your personal belongings.

“Yes! I don’t like anyone looking at my drawings,” you stated, a slight whine in your voice.

“How come?” Sai ask curiously, his eyes trailing over your features trying to assess your emotions.

“I just don’t feel comfortable sharing,” you exclaimed, heatedly but tried to remain calm as you huffed.

Sai paused for a moment, thoughtful in his next set of words.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for intruding on your belongings,” Sai expressed somber. “Your drawings caught my eye and I always been intrigued to see them.”

You sighed in defeated, looking up at Sai. “It’s ok.”

“You sketch a lot,” Sai mentioned monotone.

“I know. I’ve been drawing since I was little. I hoard all my old drawings in my room,” you spoke patiently, though your voice still sounded upset.

“You aren’t half bad,” Sai commented.

“Ha, thanks,” you couldn’t help but snort, “But I’m nowhere as good as you though.”

“You shouldn’t compare your art to mine. Each user has a different art style,” Sai stated straightforward, not seeing the problem.

“I know, but my art is sloppy and unfinished half the time,” you objected.

Sai eyed you critically for a moment, seeing the hesitancy in your features.

“What’s the real reason you don’t like sharing?” Sai asked, calmly.

“Um…” You looked up into Sai’s eyes. He was searching for answers and you knew he was a keen observer of your actions. He could always tell when there was more to the story and he was never afraid to ask why even if the answers were hard for him to comprehend. “I guess I don’t feel adequate enough and sharing my drawings is like sharing a piece of myself with somebody,” you expressed genuinely, biting your lip in a nervous habit. You looked down at your sketch book in your hands, disappointedly.

Sai saw your downcast expression and slump shoulders. He paused in thought, nodding slowly to what you had admitted.

“Your work isn’t inadequate. Your work is its own form of art. I understand how you may not feel ready to share your artwork with me yet, but I am here whenever you are ready. I enjoy looking over your work and I want to get to know those pieces of yourself. There’s no one else I have a real interest in knowing,” Sai spoke evenly, smiling at the tail end of his speech.

“Sai…” You were at a loss for words. Sai was so open and honest to you. It was so sweet sometimes the words that he spoke even if they sometimes sounded flat or without passion but you knew he only ever said what he meant and that’s what mattered to you.

The corners of your lips tilted up and your heart was over flowing with affection.

“I won’t try to peer at your artwork again until you want to show me, even if I find it adorable how you try to hide them,” Sai continued, his tone light.

You wrapped your arms around him right then and there after placing your sketch book down on a table. Sai was stiff for a moment before he relaxed into your arms, before moving his arms to embrace you back. Sai smiled more warmly at your gesture as you tightened your hold on his waist.

You reclined your neck to look up at his face, smiling at seeing his warm features. You inclined your neck to reach his lips in that moment and Sai did not shy away, giving you a light kiss. The kiss was smooth and light before you parted from him.

Sai was looking at you adoringly, perfectly content in your arms.

“Thank you,” you mentioned, your heart fluttering in your chest as you continued looking into his eyes.

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Writer's thing: 2, 4, 7, 8, 15, 16 :D

Aww!! Thanks for sending an ask!! QvQ

2. Favorite part of writing.

The first thing I typed in was: The End. (i’m helpless today XD)

That is not what I really mean though, there is a lot I actually like about writing, even if it makes me scream.

Writing is the best way to put a scene together if you dont wanna do it through drawing. Some things I like the most when they are described, it’s like a movie. It’s great when things work out and all, but I enjoy myself also to start writing without any idea where it’s gonna lead me. The most interesting drafts start to happen then.Two days ago I wrote a short thing about Brick and Mordecai and had a whole scene in my head that I wanted to make happen but the two didn’t let me get there. I got somewhere entirely else and I got to see new sides of them that I havent had considered before.Things like that only happen when you write.

No other process of doing art can do this to you.

4. Do you have writing habits or rituals?

I usually start with solid procrastinating. Then I look at the page and procrastinate a bit more.

I look up some tags on tumblr, scroll through facebook and then I slam my fist down on my computer and decide to make myself some tea.

With some good tea and a hopefully comfortable sitting position i start the writing.

7. Favorite author.

OH MY I DON’T KNOW. (its a shame really, I didn’t even read many real books and I can’t remember half of the names of the authors)

I’ve read a lot of Fanfictions though (haha :DD) (some fanfictions are honestly better than books) So I gotta talk about that I guess.

In the terms of german fanfictions, no one will ever replace the things that Glaskammer did to me. Her fanfiction in the Hetalia Fandom KILLED ME. Like the way she described things hit me so deep in my body, that I got chills through a whole night. I wasn’t aware that you can do such things with the german language.

When we move over to the english fanfictions i have a few more than one. I usually was the one who just loved the fluffy stuff, but I found myself enjoying more and more things that seem realistic. I love drama and I love fighting. I love characters with flaws and I love it when authors make me scream at the scream in agony. And up until now there are three authors that did a pretty solid job on that part.

1. @rhys-thecompanynerd

2. @wilwarindi

3. @lassenby

I hope you guys dont mind the tagging. qvq ♥(i just admire you peeps so much)

8. Favorite trope to write.

I like to stick to the canon and the drama.Haven’t tried much else besides that I think XD (i didn’t write much in my life yet)

15. Where does your inspiration come from?

Pain.I usually get an idea and when the drama is hurting me, I want to write it. XD

16. Where do you take your motivation from?

When I enjoy things I’m motivated. So when I enjoy writing, I am motivated to continue things. Same goes for drawing, even though I dont need much motivation to do that. I can also just scribble a bit.

But honestly, when I just got scenes in my head that need to get out I’m always motivated to either draw or write.

#personal #thanks!#yissss #asks are fun

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