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themeanpea · 1 year

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2023 Art Reso

So it’s already 2nd of Jan where I am, but fuck it I wanted to make a new year’s resolution post anyway :D

I’ve always identified as a pragmatic optimist - I want to believe that good things can happen, but if they are to happen they must happen while being grounded in reality. I kinda want to…change it up this year though. I want to be a bit of a dreamer and embrace that side of me. Life’s too short to stay in the doldrums of reality all the time, and it’s kinda limiting to do that too! You don’t really know what’s possible or “realistic” unless you take a chance.

So going to be a bit bold and daring on my art resolutions, stretch goals abound:

Character Drawing

Goal: Cover weak spots in drawing characters; issues that consistently appear in all my pieces.

P0 list is below:

- Fabric studies: EDGE CONTROL, 3D volume and rendering of fabric folds; not too fussed about the material itself as long as the basic fold volume is captured with good 3D form and shape language)

- Head studies: structure of head from multiple angles; facial proportions (distance between eyes, forehead height, etc.); facial features (3D volume of eyes, mouth, nose, ears, etc. how to simplify and stylise to my aesthetic tastes)

- Hair studies: 3D volume of hair, how to simplify and stylise using good shape language/capturing the silhouette effectively

P1 (these are lower priority because I can do passable versions of them in my art, i.e. they do not stick out as a weak point)

- Expressions, Hands

Style Studies

Goal: Improve and finetune my personal art style and aesthetic.

P0 focus will be on drawing and lineart; P1 is rendering.

- Master studies on drawing style; the goal is 1:1 copy, no need to extrapolate or personalise when doing master studies, just focus on achieving similarity.

- Not too sure if I should aim for quantity or quality. My experience has shown that higher quantity with a “passable” quality will get you to good quality eventually, whereas low quantity with high quality feels more like a one-time effort with less organic learning. So…focus on quantity with passable quality (it can’t be shit quality otherwise you’re just practicing the wrong thing repeatedly).

Dynamic Art

Goal: Make art look more dynamic, better “flow”, characters look alive and in motion.

Tbh the path to achieving this feels a bit more abstract to me, but I’ve distilled some practice areas based on some features that I’ve noticed in “dynamic” looking art.

- Gesture drawing: I never really practiced this, so my gesture drawing is weak. I mostly just referenced static poses, e.g. standing, sitting, from Pinterest. There are lots of courses on gesture drawing online, so will take a look to try to absorb some of the main principles (which are honestly unknown to me lmao) and do some timed gesture drawing as well. The goal will be to draw characters in movement in a natural and “flowy” way - exaggeration is needed in body movement.

- Linework: I’ve noticed that a lot of dynamic looking art has really good linework. This is especially obvious in lineart-only pieces, but even in partial/fully rendered works I notice that the line strokes and brushstrokes just look so dynamic and good. Line weight and direction contribute…wondering how to get better in them though. This is a bit of an unknown to me - so will need to do research.

- Lighting: This is more on the rendering side of things. Dramatic lighting schemes, strong separation of “light” and “dark” areas with daring emphasis on the protrusions of 3D shapes helps to create a very dramatic and dynamic look. Studying the structure of the face and dynamic lighting photography on the face could help (since the facial volume is the easiest to get “wrong”, you’ll need a strong understanding of the face structure to use dynamic lighting effectively instead of carving the face into an unappealing or inaccurate mass of shapes).

- Composition: I tend to pose characters very statically in the middle of the canvas, so I think a first-step improvement would just be to make them take up more of the canvas, to crop away some edges if needed, e.g. hair bits, shoulder (I get precious about keeping the entire character in, which makes the piece look a bit stiff at times). I think some style study is needed to supplement portrait studies for this, as I noticed most real portraits do not carry the full dynamic quality of drawn portraits since you can indicate movement in drawn portraits. I can focus on effective single-person composition first, with a stretch goal of handling multiple people in a frame.

- Perspective and camera angles: Related to composition. A dynamic pose can only go so far if the perspective is from a regular eye-level and we’re staring at the character straight on. Will need to work on drawing the human body in perspective and studying how different camera angles can convey different moods. The human body in perspective part might be a bit of a stretch goal tbh but let’s see how far I can go with it. Perspective is challenging enough when it’s not the human body lol.

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noxyfied · 3 years

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This, is Noxy/Noxyfied/Nox. This is the character I identify as online, and I want to tell you my story with this adorable Arctic Fox because it is one heck of a tale from not so long ago

Things did begin rough at the beginning of my persona’s history. I honestly can’t recall how I came up with it, only how I inserted my love for something and went with it.

From the early years of 2017 to 2019 I was all paper and pencil. Ah yes traditional art was my big thing for a couple of years during that era of 2013 to 2020. I had a time where I wrote stories about characters I made, and not much. No fan art, no nothing, I wanted to stick to my own original ideas at first before I took the step to do something that I did not own; it was a weird mindset I know, I couldn’t hold myself to want to be original and develop to be good enough to draw other things.

It took me some time to develop, hell even to this day I still am unsure of my own skills but I enjoyed trying new things. I don’t reject much criticism even if it comes harsh it still lingers in my head when received anyway. I needed someone to identify as online, a persona who I would have an identity through as I was moving forward on this hopeful career I want to make with my art.

Idea #1 draw my own self accurate to how I look

Scratch that...

Nononono, I am too bad at showing my face, even at that I don’t like myself.

So I had to come up with something else, 2019 was ending with my skills rising up to something neat. I had Fire alpaca and a wacom cheap tablet which I used time to time back then, and with how I moved foward I said “why not, lets draw a glaceon.

Not bad, not bad. I do enjoy anthropomorphic animals, and for a anthro Glaceon it wasn't so bad. Even back then I did not enjoy much of this picture but the idea sparked. I did roleplay around online a lot as a Glaceon. People always had referred to me as a Glaceon when talking, because furry friends tend to be like that and I don’t mind. It had definitely sparked the idea of identifying as one for my persona.

I had a hard time how I would draw this character, a more personalized Glaceon with my own flare of the art style I carry should be nice, should I make it tall? short? anthro? feral? the questions rose up. Even more as time passed, took some time unsure of it, Unluckily I had a Glaceon FURsona, not a persona. (Yes those were two separate things as I carried 7 fursonas as individual characters in their own stories).

But soon one day in class, my artsy self was bored and it just sparked.

This is it! yes! I love it! something about this just clicked for some reason, it was like nothing I had seen before I could not look away at it, this was it.

After class I went home and played some games. The idea was there but man am I tired. Things did go slow, but not for long as of January, the classes I took gave me the ability to better understand this Adobe Photoshop, an amazing tool for editing pictures but also... To draw?!? I have heard of using Photoshop to draw but was amazed to have the ability using such program. During my time 2019 I would doodle around on Photoshop in my school or at home (thanks to the campus giving me a cheaper prize to use it for assignments) Not bad, not bad, the program was for sure something nice to use. Look! I even drew my Fursonas there too, ain’t that nice

2019 was something for sure. It had just begun making 2020 quite the year as I took my wacom tablet, opened Photoshop, and on January there it was.

Oh how cute! I felt so proud of myself, firealpaca was nothing like how clean and pretty Photoshop was, I was amazed at this ability.

“I made this?” that would be what I ask myself everyday. Time to time I would, and still, look at my phone to my drawings and remember what I used to make some pieces, I will not forget how I used thick outlines with the line too from photoshop, added some depth on the eyes. But most importantly, I had a persona, and I introduced it

My friends loved it, I could not believe I am starting to do the shift, my days of traditional art were at a halt. Not at a complete stop since I do use traditional art for a few other things of course, this was just my main focus now.

This little creature was everything to me, cute, easy to make, helped me throughout a few months as I practiced with my digital art.

I also perfected it’s look, but something looked rather familiar about it. Could not put my finger to it, so I went on drawing it.

that was a few exceptions where I shifted the proportions for “it”

“It” “it” what was this thing supposed to be, I myself was unsure how to identify myself with this persona. Male? no, female? no. The issue was there, who am I really inside, who was my persona gonna be.

I still cannot tell you exactly what my persona was for the longest time. I at times felt lost and confused with my identity, it did not help that 2020 did its mumbo jumbo and a pandemic happened, it was a lot of time on my own at home just questioning really who I had been for the longest time. Classes were minimal so my free time was big around April and May.

I was always unsure of who I was exactly, through my early years late 2000′s I had in me that my body was uncomfortable for looking the way it did, 2010′s went silent but there was something in me I did not understand. why did I feel this way, why do I feel as I am not happy with who I am, and who I identify with.

This persona was the wake up call to who I really wanted to be. I saw it in me that I knew being a male was the main issue in me feeling unhappy. Throughout my life I did not enjoy masculinity as much as other kids, yeah I had some boy traits but it was rather minimal, I enjoyed other things more. I enjoyed a lot of things about being female it was something I had never seen before. as hard or confusing things tend to be from me to explain, its a rather hard thing for myself to explain. But that how it felt “confusing” I researched and looked for things and to my conclusion I had come to be, I come to identify as a MtF trans.

I felt relieved in me of it and I already enjoyed my days more after from it. The only issue is “who do I tell..?” I was timid to tell this to anyone, friends or even family. Especially family, those I come to admit they will never be told of what my decision was because of how hard headed they are. It is a tragic story to tell since most families are such closed minded people of rejecting others.

“My friends tho, my friends? I would feel bad if I told them” that was the mindset I had for a while before admitting to them time to time, one by one. This was a chapter in my life that had changed me early 2020′s but I felt a lot of joy in me to be who I wanted to be, I no longer took anyone else's guidance for controlling who I am, I just went with my own flow.

My persona was.... more comically confused, it could be either so I just left it how my mood wanted it to go for when drawing it. So, things went well, in 2019 with the money I got I found myself enjoying a lot of second handed games, with a game coming real soon that had me pumped for I had to get a console I wanted for so long

A PS4 for the the Final fantasy 7 Remake, I was so pumped waiting for the game, I got a used PS4 for it and even bought couple other games for it to get to know the console: Final fantasy 15, destiny, and later on this Persona 5 game a lot of people talked about. Hmm ok, well lets try it out and oh me oh my, a few days later:

The art style captivated me, can you tell I went all out to trying anything with my persona? I cannot believe I was my own guinea pig for these sorts.

Going around some friends and they will tell you that I used this pfp quite a lot back then, as well as updating it with a new oc I had come up with

A tale in due time will be told about this gal.

well, it was set and forth that this was me, my persona, this glaceon was who I was. People loved it, my friends really liked it, and I had a blast having this first pure year of digital art only. Meeting new friends, and admiring their art. Having old friends come back, and even losing a few others on the way. During the time of june, to July I was rapid about drawing my persona in many ways, short, tall, anthro, feral

even metallic.

But there come some time I did not grew tired of. But a little worried that I had to rely on a franchise for my own identity, of course there is nothing wrong for those doing it. But reflecting on myself, back then when I wanted this art career to happen, I wanted to go all out letting out my imagination with my own creations. I had to make the decision, it was time to move on...

...To a new art program and new drawing tablet

No, it wasn’t that. I had to branch out from this Glaceon, but keep my identity, my legacy of this persona in check, but with a new coat of paint of course. did not take a long time before choosing that I had to use a real life animal as inspiration for this change. Something at least close to it, ah yes of course! the inspiration of the Glaceon was an arctic fox, well those are some good stepping stones to begin with so what happened one day is that I began sketching, not before saying good bye to this old self that helped me begin. It was weird, this is me but it was old me?

Tested the new Brushes from this amazing program called Clip studio paint, and I gotta say I love the program. Sincerely the best choice I made to leave Photoshop for this.

At last, this is it. the new Me!

Familiar looking isn’t it,baby steps we can say.

I cannot blame the people for calling my new persona a “Glaceon-alike”

I headed to the right direction stepping away from it, but it was hard to let go

new program, new tablet, new me. the later half of 2020 went onto a lot of changes with myself, the chibi small version did not make me happy to make anymore, I was losing the touch and with the few comments I got of looking like a “powerpuff girl look a like” did set me off to do a drastic change I am thankful to do. This new me had some weird phases, don’t we all tho?

where else to brainstorm than back to the traditional old ways. Now, you may see this and ask what was I thinking when making this. the order of when i started and finish goes as: Top right: ok what if it was feral, nah nah scratch. Top left: Can I still make it cute with a round face and features I had from before? ew no! that looks scary Bottom right: lets make it more natural and wow hey! yes yes yes! this looks hundred times better. Bottom left: It is time I go all out and make it humanoid, it was how I found myself enjoying drawing most things but still did some anthropomorphic things. I was just not the best of it.

Back to digital and.... Amazing, I really out did myself this time, lets go for it, lets keep going with this

I even got a cool sword too!

My practice continued from here, the second half was great and fun. New persona got me in a place where I was happy with and through October and December I was having a blast with the more possibilities with it. I went on to practice with even more suggestive things after a life drawing class I took, proportions mattered to me and with this new persona I went out to make more better looking proportions that were attractive and stylish.

This persona was great, and I managed to make so much of it. even Drawing the more suggestive stuff had left me with an answer for this persona. Just make it gender fluid, my selection for this character being male or female made me so tired I did not know why I just made it gender fluid since the beginning. My mood swings for this character, and I can’t resist drawing it either way. Was I finished? of course not, this persona still had some work around to do. The hair became a pain to make to keeping up with consistently.

2020 ended, with a year of exciting new things coming for this new year. I went through quite a lot in my life and my art career took a shaken with this new digital life style, my persona became the identity I saw myself through, something im happy with drawing to represent Me.

That isn’t to say that I gave up on drawing Me Me.

I drew who I hope to be, and will use this from time to time, nothing fancy but something.

It has been a year already since I began identifying myself with this persona from last year from now. ever since I sketched that doodle in class, it has been a happy trip through memory lane writing it and I am happy how things turned out. 2021 is what I hope to be as good as 2020 was (by that I mean drawing only of course) In 2021 one more change was made that had made me just as happy to continue on with.

I got more hair! as crazy as it is yes. More hair, and a different front style has been to this day what I been using.

I even made a discord emoji for all the warm hugs to have with my fursona!

and my first ever animation I have ever done before!!

I am always experimenting new things, and i’m proud to be an artists to go out there and leave my art out there to be noticed by anyone. The love and appreciation friends and others leave me are the best thing I could ask. I look foward to see what is up ahead, for me, my career, and Noxy.

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ragewerthers · 5 years

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Temper Temper

Summary: During practice one too many questions from Takeda leads to Ukai shouting at him. It's a mistake he instantly realizes and he only hopes that he'll be able to make this right as quick as possible.

A/n: This is my first Haikyuu!! fic, but it was so fun getting to write and try out these new characters! I hope that you enjoy this little fic, that sort of got away from me and became something else entirely!

You can also find it on ao3 : https://archiveofourown.org/users/ragewerthers/works

Word count: 3,003

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“- isn’t that right, Ukai-kun?!”

“Huh?” the coach of Karasuno asked as he took his eyes away from the practice in front of him to glance at his boyfriend. He’d just been analyzing the movement of Asahi’s latest spike maneuver when Takeda had interrupted him… again.

It really wasn’t anything new, but this had to be the tenth or eleventh time in no less than twenty minutes and honestly… it was starting to grate on Ukai’s nerves.

He’d had another early morning, a dull work day and now all he wanted to do was focus, but his thoughts kept getting interrupted with questions and comments from the other man and they were beginning to create a budding headache that seemed hell bent on settling in his temples.

Ukai would’ve been happy to go over everything with the man after practice. However, Takeda seemed unable to just let him do his job for two seconds and honestly it was started to grate every last nerve in his body.

“I was just saying that the way Asahi and Suga are starting to sync up more is incredible!” Takeda chirped enthusiastically, looking over his notes as Ukai sighed and turned his attention back to the practice, trying to keep his temper in check.

‘Keep your temper, Ukai. He’s just excitable.’ he thought to himself, trying to refocus on the practice… which lasted all of no seconds.

“They’re really going to be formidable in the next match!”

Keep your temper, Ukai.

“Isn’t that the technique that you were talking about last practice? The one where Sugawara aims slightly higher for Asahi?”

Keep…. Keep your temper, Ukai.

“Do you think that it’s reaching where you need it to?”

Keep. Your. Temper. Ukai!!!

“I was looking over a few things from the last match and I thi-,”

“SHUT UP, SENSEI!” Ukai finally shouted, his outburst echoing off the walls of the small gymnasium as he turned narrowed eyes back to the teacher, his temper finally getting the better of him.

Takeda sat there with a look of shock over his features, brown eyes wide with surprise.

“I-I… I was just tryin-...,” Takeda stuttered, but it only served to make Ukai snap again.

“I don’t care! I just want to watch them practice for a second without getting your secondhand comments! I need to focus if we’re going to win our next match and you constantly interrupting my thoughts isn’t helping so just be quiet!”

As soon as he said the last word he regretted everything that had tumbled out of his mouth and if he could’ve he would’ve gladly reached out and pulled them back. However, the damage was done and he could see it plainly before him in the way Takeda’s shoulders fell, his eyes refusing to look at him.

Without another word Takeda stood, obviously flustered, and quickly made his way to the exit, tripping over himself slightly before disappearing out of the door and leaving behind a decidedly far too quiet gym.

Turning his head slightly, Ukai could see that not only had he managed to hurt his boyfriend, but he’d managed to do it in front of everyone.

Looking over at the players he could see Suga was looking at the door Takeda had just recently exited, a frown on his features.

Meanwhile, he felt other eyes boring into him. Unmistakably from Daichi and Asahi.

He groaned and glanced back at the glaring third years.

“What are you all lookin’ at? Keep running those drills!” he shot back, getting a feeble reply from his team before they went back to their original practice though not without a few more glares sent his way as if marking him for his cruel behavior.

Ukai glanced back at the door to ignore them. Really it hadn’t been that mean of him, had it? Yes he’d regretted saying it, but… was it really so bad? He’d yelled at the students a number of times and none of them had ever gotten this upset.

Though… generally when he shouted he tried to give it a good reason. To make them pay attention, to keep them focused.

When he’d snapped at Takeda it hadn’t been with either of those things. Only his own bad temper getting in the way.

Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.

Looking next to him on the bench he saw a notebook stuffed to the brim with papers and neat, familiar scribbling all over it.

Picking it up he realized it was one of the ones Takeda had started bringing to practices and as he leafed through it he saw notes on all the game plans he’d ever mentioned, on the strong points and weak points of each player he’d discussed and how they could better themselves.

There were also little notes of inspiration he’d jotted down in the corners, thoughtful words he thought might help lift a players spirits even if they always did seem a little poetic and metaphorical. He was a literary teacher after all, it was bound to bleed into this new part of him.

Takeda wasn’t like any of them. He knew next to nothing about volleyball, had sort of been thrust into this sport, but... that didn’t stop him from trying his hardest to learn and understand this game that they all loved so much and obviously this notebook was just another reminder of how much the man cared about them and wanted to be a part of their successes and team.

All he’d been trying to do was talk to Ukai about something that he was still learning and was excited to express that knowledge and be a part of this… and he’d literally told the man to shut up as if it were nothing.

Ukai closed the notebook and took a deep breath. Gone was the headache, replaced with a deep feeling of guilt at being nothing but an asshole of the greatest proportions.

“Sawamura!” he called, looking up to find the Captain getting ready to serve, his expression telling Ukai everything he needed to know about the others opinion of him at this moment.

“I want you to take over practice for the evening. I… I need to go make… an… apology,” he said with a bit of a shamefaced look.

However, those words were enough to get Daichi to relax his demeanor slightly and he nodded, even offering a little smile.

“Okay. Just… be careful with our Sensei,” he said simply and Ukai couldn’t help giving a little nod of his own in understanding.

After grabbing his things and Takeda’s notebook he left the gymnasium, looking around outside just in case his boyfriend might still be around, but really, even he knew that he’d have taken off if someone had spoken to him like that.

That little realization only made the guilt build in his stomach.

With the school already locked up it meant that the only place left to go was their little apartment.

This wasn’t going to be an easy apology, but it was one that was best taken care of quickly and he set off toward their home.

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Their apartment was only about fifteen minutes away from the school and near enough to Ukai’s family store that it made it a perfect location for the pair to move into.

It was small and came with all the little quaint furnishings any home would, but the warmth that he normally felt upon arriving was dulled by the feelings of what he’d done.

Closing the door behind himself he stepped out of his shoes and set them by the door. The sun was still out, though hanging low in the sky and he could see that the lights had been turned on in the kitchen and living room.

“Sensei?” he called, dropping his bag by the door as well, though keeping the man’s notebook in his hands.

No response came to his call and really, he hadn’t been expecting one.

As he moved through the small kitchen and into the living room he found Takeda curled up on the sofa, a cup of tea resting on the coffee table in front of him and one of the man’s favourite books opened on his lap. Any time Takeda was feeling down he’d always go for this book, one that held little poems that he’d written papers on in his school days and allowed him to step away from reality a bit.

Ukai hated knowing he’d chased the man so far as to have him trying to escape into his beloved book.

“Takeda...,” he began quietly, but was met with a little shake of his head.

“I-It’s… it’s alright, Ukai-kun. I’m sorry,” whispered the other, his eyes still focused on the pages in front of him though he obviously wasn’t taking in any of the words.

“You’re… sorry…,” Ukai said flatly, watching as the other man nodded and closed the book on his lap, setting it aside before drawing his knees up to his chest.

“Y-Yes. I… I shouldn’t have been bothering you at practice. I just… get excited about all the new things the team is learning and… I want to be a part of it too and learn with you! I thought...,” he fumbled here a second, a tension in his voice showing Ukai that the older man had definitely gotten the wind knocked out of his sails from his comments and the guilt dug deeper into his chest.

“... I thought talking it out with you was what I should be doing, but all I managed to do was distract you. I’m sorry, Ukai-kun. I should… I should just be quiet and shut up while you’re trying to do your best. How can you concentrate with someone constantly chattering in your ear? Please… forgive me?”

The more he spoke the smaller the man seemed to become, like he hoped he could vanish and blend in with the couch so that he wouldn’t be a bother to anyone ever again…

And Ukai couldn’t stand it.

“Takeda… you have absolutely nothing to apologize for,” the coach began, watching as his sensei shook his head, ready to form his rebuke before Ukai stopped him by pressing onward. “You should feel free to ask me those questions anytime. You put a lot of thought and effort into what you do. I mean… look at this!”

He lifted the notebook that Takeda had left on the bench.

“You put all of my thoughts into something cohesive and you add little notes for things you think the kids might find inspirational! I sure as hell can’t do that! The closest I ever got was a metaphor with alcohol and I’m pretty sure that that is definitely something you shouldn’t be doing with teenagers. You’re thoughtful and caring and just because you have questions ‘bout something you’re unfamiliar with doesn’t give me the right to shout at you.”

As he spoke, Ukai watched as Takeda’s cheeks and ears started to flush a lovely shade of pink, a little smile growing over the coach’s face to see that perhaps he could still make this right.

Moving closer he settled on the sofa near his partner, setting the notebook on the table and reaching over to put his hand on the sofa between them, his offering to bridge the gap he’d made between them.

“I’m sorry for what I said to you today, Takeda. I want you to feel comfortable asking me any and all questions you have and making comments about this and that. I can’t promise that I’ll always be able to answer you or I won’t get busy focusing on the players, but I do promise that I will get back to you soon… no shouting involved. I need to save that for the first years anyway,” he offered, hoping to get a little smile out of the man.

The last comment did seem to do the trick as his boyfriend’s lips quirked up and into a little smile. After a moment Takeda finally turned his head to look at Ukai, moving a hand down to carefully, gently take his partners.

“You should be a little easier on them sometimes. Hinata gets enough yelling from Kageyama,” he murmured, though his voice was far more relaxed now, the tension Ukai had heard earlier no longer present in his voice and helping to unfurl that awful feeling in his own chest.

“Maybe I should leave that to you then, Sensei? You can be in charge of yelling at our team. After today it’s going to take a lot of free food from the shop to get them back on my side,” he said with a snort as Takeda looked at him confused.

“Back on your side? What for?” he asked simply and honestly.

“After I was a complete jackass to you, you should’ve seen the glares I got from our crows. They’re quite protective of their sensei,” he said lightly, letting go of Takeda’s hand to shift closer and wrap an arm around him, pulling him snuggly to his side where the teacher was more than happy to cuddle closer.

However, hearing that the team had apparently been ready to defend his honour, Takeda’s ears and cheeks had taken on that pinkish hue again and he chuckled shyly.

“I’m sure they will be fine with you. Besides, I’m not much of a shouter to begin with,” the older man said, Ukai’s lips already forming into a leer as his mind moved quicker and as he opened his mouth to speak Takeda instantly cut him off, blushing darker. “You know what I mean! Don’t think like that!”

Ukai chuckled and hugged the man closer as Takeda hid his flushed face in his hands.

“I know, I know, Sensei,” he said lightly, pressing a kiss to his temple and soothing a hand along his side, getting a little shimmy from the other.

“So… am I forgiven?” he asked gently, watching as Takeda lowered his hands to reveal a still flushed face.

“Yes. Yes of course,” Takeda said gently, looking back at his partner and making Ukai’s heart flutter slightly

“So you won’t listen to your dumb boyfriend ever again if he says something stupid like that right?” he asked, getting a little smile out of Takeda and making his own smile grow.

“Then when would I ever find the time to listen to you?” Takeda shot back, a teasing glint in his eyes as Ukai felt his own jaw drop at the comment.

“What?!” he gaped, getting a laugh from the teacher.

“Well… ask a silly question get a… w-wait stahahap!” Takeda squeaked as he felt the hand that had been settled against his side turn into a claw, fingers starting to seek out his most sensitive spot as he lay trapped against his boyfriends side.

“What? Not so tough now are ya?” Ukai teased as he scribbled his fingers up the man’s side. With Takeda’s one arm trapped between them he reached over with his free hand to grab Takeda’s other wrist, keeping his arm from protecting his now vulnerable side.

“AH!” Takeda yelped as Ukai’s hand now found some far too ticklish ribs to play with, his fingers easily gliding up and down as the poor literature teacher giggled madly, his glasses going askew as he shook his head. “Staahahahahap! I’m.. I wahAhahAS j-just… just tehehehea-GAHAHA! NONONO!”

Whatever he wanted to say was lost in the brightest laughter Ukai had ever heard out of the other man. His fingers had strayed up just a little too far and had brushed against Takeda’s underarm. Ukai paused a moment, lightly scribbling his fingers there once more and finding the other man practically leaping into his lap to get away from the sensation.

“Is this a good spot then, Sensei?” he teased, letting his fingers wriggle right into the center of his armpit and drawing a snorted laugh out of the other.

“YEEY-EHEHES!” Takeda answered truthfully because even when being tickled to insanity by his boyfriend he still couldn’t find it in himself to not give a proper answer.

“Maybe this will be my signal from now on instead of getting upset? If I need a moment to focus I’ll just reach over and find one of these weak spots of yours. Like here, or here… or what about here?”

Deciding to give the poor man a little breather he moved his hand from his underarm to reach lower, slipping his fingers under the other’s shirt to lightly spider over the side of his tummy, making the man kick out his legs and almost knock over the books and tea cup that were resting on the coffee table.

“OH! Looks like we have a winner for best spot!” Ukai teased as he continued to vibrate his fingers against the sensitive spot, sending Takeda into the loudest, happiest laughter that honestly had Ukai chuckling along with him.

“OK-OKAYAhahAHAHA! nO-NO moa-ahahare!” Takeda begged thruugh a wheezing laugh and finally Ukai decided to have mercy on him, simply pulling the other man close to his chest and soothing against his arm as he heard his sensei catching his breath.

“But honestly, Takeda… I really am sorry that I was so harsh. It was uncalled for. I promise it’ll never happen again. And now I know how to get you to let me focus in a… kinder way,” he said lightly as he got a little snort from the other.

“K-Kinder?!” Takeda squeaked and Ukai chuckled, kissing his partners brow a few more times until he heard a breathless chuckle escape him. “I-I suppose I can… I can live with that.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear it. Just like I’m always glad to hear you,” he murmured softly, feeling the warmth radiating from the other man now.

“Now you’re… you’re just being sappy,” the teacher teased, yipping as it earned him a little pinch, Ukai chuckling at the reaction.

“Oh, shut up,” he murmured fondly.

“Never.”

“Good.”

#ukatake #ukai keishin #takeda ittetsu #tickling #haikyuu!!#myfics

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strawberryjmilk · 6 years

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silence | yoon jeonghan

word count: 2870

this is based off of the greek myth: narcissus and echo

mute!reader, angst

You didn't speak much - actually, you didn't speak at all. No one ever knew why you refused to speak. You didn't really know why you didn't like talking, either. But, you made it through life with a pen in hand, smile on your face.

Another thing you didn't know much about was Yoon Jeonghan. The boy was a beauty with a smile that could make flowers grow and a laugh that helped the sun shine through the clouds. He knew it, too.

Maybe his only downfall was he loved himself a bit too much.

You sat beside your friend Yeri, copying down your notes from class so they'd be neater. The library was quiet, only the occasional shuffle of papers or the light slam of a book. You sighed and trailed your pointer finger over the history lesson you were re-reading, making sure you didn't miss anything.

"And, there he is," Yeri spoke. A flock of quiet squeals and happy sighs broke the quiet barrier right after her sentence. Yoon Jeonghan walked into the library with a few of his friends, his head thrown back in a laugh. "Prince charming has blessed us with his presence, whatever shall we do?"

You knew she was being sarcastic. Like you, Yeri never really understood the hype about the brown haired boy. Sure, he was pretty - really, really pretty. But, he had a sour and teasing attitude you thought wasn't worth the heartache.

You grinned and wrote down your response on a blank piece of paper. Maybe we should bow and offer him gifts, I'm sure he'd be pleased! Yeri's cackle echoed around the room as you joined her, silent laughs escaping as your shoulders shook.

Jeonghan glanced in your direction at the sound of Yeri's laugh. His eyes barely glanced over the both of you before he turned back to his friends. You didn't notice, but Jeonghan thought your smile was pretty. But he knew his was prettier.

You sat in your art class, drawing daffodils and tulips across your page until your attention was called to the teacher. A live model project - that's what he introduced. You purses your lips in thought, thinking of who could be your model for a week or two.

Kim Taehyung came to your mind. Although, that was diminished as his friend Minhyuk was in your class and you knew that's who he'd talk to.

Wen Junhui would've been perfect for you to draw. You adored the boy and his soft-spoken nature to pieces. That idea flew out of the window, though, once you remembered he wouldn't be back from his trip to China in time.

You were sat at lunch now, snacking on your salad and writing potential models. Mingyu and Hyungwon were crossed out - you weren't really friends with either of them. Yeri sat across from you, amusement coloring her eyes as she watched you stress out.

"You have to come up with a theme, too?" She asked as she looked at your notes. You'd written down what your teacher said hastily, your mind preoccupied with potential models. You nodded and sighed before taking a drink of your smoothie.

I'll just have to pick a theme when I pick a person, you wrote down on a clean napkin. Yeri nodded in agreement even though the only art she was exposed to was the graffiti in the neighboring alleyways. They have to pose a certain way and I have to sketch them, but it's up to me after that.

"Sounds fun?" Yeri said. She just shrugged and took a bite of her own salad after stealing one of your cucumbers. You laughed behind your hand before leaning with your chin in your hand.

Maybe you could draw Jennie? She had a pretty, doll-like face that would be easy for you to perfect. Then again, her friend Nayeon was in your class, and she would probably talk with her.

"Hey, maybe you could ask pretty boy over there," Yeri said deviously. You turned to look at who she was referring to, a scowl on your face as you could see Yoon Jeonghan. "It was just a suggestion! He might be taken, anyways, but it still wouldn't hurt to ask!"

Don't be like this, you sighed as you slid the napkin over to Yeri. She rolled her eyes but still grinned at you anyways. You pursed your lips, allowing your eyes to drift back to Jeonghan once more.

It wasn't a terrible idea - asking the boy to model for you. He was perfect for the job - he had good proportions and he had a pretty smile and sparkling eyes. You looked back at Yeri with an almost guilty look.

"Wait, you're not really going to ask him, right?" Yeri said with wide eyes. You shrugged, playing with the napkin with names on it. No one else came to mind and you only had a month to complete the project. "Y/N, I was kidding! Bad idea - bad, bad idea!"

What's the worst that can happen - him saying no? Like you said, I can at least try, you slid the napkin to Yeri before walking to Jeonghan's table.

He was sitting with three of his friends - two you had a class or two with. You stopped and waited for them to notice you, smiling and waving when they did. Joshua - he sat beside you in biology - slid a napkin over to you once he saw you click your pen.

I hope I'm not interrupting you guys, you sheepishly wrote. Seokmin grinned at you before sliding over, patting the booth so you could sit next to him. I just have a question for Jeonghan.

"Oh? A question for me?" Said boy spoke. He was playful and you didn't know if that was a good thing or not. Jeonghan pushed his hair back before leaning his chin on his palm, grinning at you. "And what would Y/N like to ask me?"

You gulped. With Jeonghan sitting in front of you, escaping his gaze was out of the equation. You glanced to see Yeri biting her lip in concern like she always did when you were by yourself. You straightened your back and wrote your question on the napkin.

My art class is doing a project and I was wondering if you wanted to be my model. It wasn't a question, really, but it got your point across. You watched Jeonghan read your note slowly - you hoped your handwriting was neat enough for him to understand.

"A model, hm?" Jeonghan hummed. He ran his thumb over his bottom lip before looking at you. With a slight quirk, the boy began smirking at you and he almost seemed to be closer than he was before. "You know what? I like you, Y/N. So, sure, I'll be your model boy."

Thanks! Here's my number so we can start planning!! You were grinning as you stood to leave. You waved giddily at the four boys almost skipping back to where you and Yeri originally sat.

"He actually said yes?" Yeri's eyes were wide. You nodded and munched happily on your remaining salad, worries now evaporating with the wind. "And he said he liked you? The hell does that mean? Y/N, I swear if he plays you, I'll kick him between his oh, so pretty thighs."

Don't worry so much, Yer, you smiled. You patted the girl's hand lightly as she pouted. Yeri had been protective since the two of you met and, although it could be annoying, you still found it somehow endearing. I know you worry, but I'll be okay!

Yeri didn't say anything, she just glared over your head to where Jeonghan sat. You're sure the boy didn't even notice, but you appreciated her efforts all the same. Clapping, you finished off your smoothie before grabbing Yeri's arm and heading backwards to school.

You didn’t meet up with Yoon Jeonghan until a week later. He walked in as you had a pencil clenched between your teeth, hand stained with the light gray graphite. You looked up at him and could practically feel your eyes gleam - sketching the pretty boy would be a breeze.

“What do I need to do?” Jeonghan asked after he watched you grab your canvas and slide your easel closer. You pointed to the stool that sat a little ways across from you - you wanted to get as close as you could without being uncomfortable. Jeonghan dropped his bag beside the stool before sitting down, his eyes twinkling as they met yours.

You shuffled forward to move his upper body as you wanted. You tilted Jeonghan’s head gently so he was looking out of the window, almost in a daze. You motioned for him to place his chin in his palm and lean against the windowsill, remembering how nice he looked only a week ago. You nodded in approval when you took a step back to look at your work.

Now, just sit there and look pretty! You don’t really have a problem doing that, you wrote on scrap paper. Jeonghan grinned as he read it, his eyebrows wiggling.

“Oh? Does Y/N have a little crush on me or something?” The boy’s teasing tone caused you to roll your eyes as you began to outline his body. You merely grinned and shook your head before pausing.

Even you know how attractive you are, Jeonghan. It’s not a difficult thing to see. You smiled at him again before focusing on your sketch. Jeonghan didn’t answer - he sighed and gazed out of the window, seeming lost in thought.

You thought he looked prettier when he was oblivious and didn’t try to look good.

At the end of your little meet-up, it was already 6 pm and you had Jeonghan’s silhouette and hair sketched out. You were just beginning to draw his eyes when he yawned.

“Sorry, I guess it’s later than what we intended,” Jeonghan spoke. You sighed as you noticed the sun was beginning to go down - you needed that to perfect Jeonghan’s eyes. “Want to get dinner?”

Sure, let me just put this up, you shrugged. After washing your hands and getting rid of any pencil smudges on your face, you stood beside Jeonghan. He sent you a smile - that oh, so pretty smile that could make anyone weak - before leading you to where he wanted to eat.

While the two of you enjoyed your ramen, you noticed the giggles you released. You also noticed the way Jeonghan leaned forward to whisper jokes to you and the way he’d stop laughing to watch you laugh. But, most of all, you noticed the way his eyes almost went hazy when he leant forward to wipe sauce from your cheek.

The next day wasn’t awkward as you’d expected it to be. You thought you’d be red in the face and stumbling over your own feet. But, in reality, you and Jeonghan acted the way you had before.

Except this time you two were a little closer.

You leaned in slightly so you could focus on Jeonghan’s nose, wanting to sketch it as realistically as possible. You let out an annoyed breath and leaned closer when you realized your sketch just didn’t look right. If you had been paying attention, you would’ve noticed Jeonghan’s gulp as his eyes followed your hand as you traced his nose with your finger.

Another few days had went by with you and Jeonghan meeting up. He teased you on your habits of tweaking your sketch until it was perfect. You always rolled your eyes at the brunette boy but sent him a fond smile when he wasn’t looking.

Stretching, you looked over your sketch in approval. You just had the lips left and then you’d paint it - only after thinking of the theme. It hadn’t crossed your mind - you were too focused on getting the focal point sketched out.

“Almost done, Y/N?” Jeonghan’s soft voice sailed through the quiet atmosphere. You turned to look at him and grinned when you looked over your sketch. Tapping your lips, indicating they were the last to do, you turned to grab your sharpest pencil so you could get them just right.

When you turned, you bumped in to Jeonghan. The way he was looking at you - gaze just as soft and gentle as the wind blowing outside - made your heart stutter. Your breath caught in your throat as his eyes danced across your face.

“Just the lips?” Jeonghan asked. You nodded and vaguely pointed to your sketch. Jeonghan’s gaze left yours before quickly meeting again. A sly smile etched its way to his face as his eyes began to gleam. “My, my, Y/N. You really know how to make me pretty, huh?”

I just drew what I could see, you shakily wrote down. It was odd being this close to Jeonghan - you weren’t sure if your trembling heart and caving lungs were good or not. You’re already pretty, didn’t you know?

Jeonghan just smiled before sitting down on the stool. You were going to lose daylight in a hour and you really wanted to get this project done. Sighing, you lightly traced Jeonghan’s lips with your fingers, making sure you knew where every dip was.

“Are you flirting with me?” Jeonghan raised an eyebrow at you. He scooted closer and soon you could see the small details of his face - the details you’d memorized flawlessly. You slowly drew your fingers away from his lips, quickly tracing out what you managed to notice.

And if I am? You teased back. Jeonghan allowed his smile to shine before it faded slowly. Your hopes that were lifting with each smile and glimmer of his eyes were slowly crumbling. All it took was one look at his expression.

The feelings weren’t the same on his end.

“I wish I could feel the same,” Jeonghan shrugged out. His eyes were vacant and guarded and distant as they looked away from you. Trained on the floor but you could still see that shine growing dim. “To be honest, I only know how to love my self. And I don’t want to learn how to let people in - completely in. I don’t want to give my self to anyone completely. I’m fine with just me and I’m sorry.”

Don’t apologize, you wrote down. Your note was smudged and shaky but you knew Jeonghan could still read it. He looked at you sadly before grabbing his bag and leaving, only calling out a quiet goodbye as he left.

Through your cracking heart and pounding skull, a theme came to mind.

You sighed and rested your head on Yeri’s shoulder. The girl had been like a rock for you - making sure you never delved deeper into the darkest parts in your mind. She patted your head lightly as the two of you walked into the art gallery where your painting was being displayed.

Your teacher had fallen in love with your theme as soon as you turned in your project. He asked if you wanted it to be showcased - only after a small push from Yeri did you say yes.

Yeri looped her arm through yours before trailing off to find your painting. She hadn’t seen it at all - she wanted to keep it a surprise for herself. When she did see it, however, she gasped before covering her mouth with her hand.

In front of you was a Yoon Jeonghan replica. He was looking wistfully out of the window to his left, eyes glowing in the setting sun. A soft smile was on his face and his cheeks were pink. Behind him, however, were grayed and wilted flowers. They were drooping and the gray was slowly fading in to the light beige sweater Jeonghan was in.

He was the only thing that was in color.

Below the painting was your name and the date you’d painted what you heard people calling a masterpiece. In loopy writing, right above your nameplate, was the title of your piece.

‘A Facade For Me.’

“What does the name mean?” Yeri asked. She shuffled the both of you back as a crowd began to swarm around your painting. You grabbed her pamphlet of the gallery, clicking your pen as you thought.

It’s about Jeonghan, you wrote down. You bit your lip, running through what you wanted to say without making the boy sound bad. It’s about how he’s convinced himself he’s the only one he needs. And it’s the acceptance from the viewer that sometimes a person really does only need themselves. Jeonghan’s facade - being alone makes him happy. The viewers facade - imagining that he’s just lonely and sad.

“I had no idea you could create something like that,” Yeri gaped. She then grinned before wrapping her arms around you. “My best friend is so creative and cute!”

Your eyes met Jeonghan’s figure as he stood in front of the painting. You could see people compliment him - for his looks or cooperation you didn’t know. He turned and his eyes met yours. You simply smiled at the boy, getting a small smile in return.

He knew he was part of the facade.

whoops here i go again w another mini series! im not giving myself a time limit though so lmao i hope you enjoyed! and thank you for reading ♡

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mintcrash · 7 years

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ok so I haven’t written anything in many mnay years, but procrastination and too Many Comics can do strange things.

Just some drabble which forms some coherent one-shot I guess.

Damian never liked Tim,but after this, he will never forgive him.

Basically Tim has to monior Damian in some ‘mandatory dress training’. Damian is cute and angry, Tim is a good brother, and Dick is less so.

~1800 words, literally don’t know what I’m doing, mindless fluff and poofy dresses.

—

Damian doesn’t know what to do. Damian Al Ghul: Robin, son of Batman, heir to the League of Assassins is absolutely stunned. He’s faced assassins, demons, beasts of unfathomable proportions. He has come so far in his few short years that immortals would be seething with jealousy. He came back from the dead, and he doesn’t know what to do. Trained by the world’s greatest, and here he stands, Tim Drake having frozen him in his tracks.

“You want…I’m sorry Drake, but what?”

“You heard me.”

“Drake, of all thi- this is ridiculous-“

“Yeah, well it’s a compulsory part of the training, and now you’ll fit into it, so get over here and put this on right now or I’m calling Dick.”

“-Tt-,” he scowled as he eyed Tim, glancing between his brother’s innocent, amused expression and the object of questionable origins in his arms, “You would enjoy this, you-“

Tim’s hands went up defensively, a film of glitter gracing his forearms. “Nuh-uh you stop looking at me like that right now demon child. This was definitely not my idea and I just want to get back to my case so if you wouldn’t mind-”

Damian snatched the pile of hoops and fabric from him. Honestly. What kind of family is this. “Well then, whose idea was it?” He struggled to turn the pale pink mess over in his arms, barely catching glimpses of the layers of tulle sticking out from what was presumably the bottom.

“Nobodys! I swear, this is actually a part of training,” Tim grimaced, ignoring the laugh building in response to Damian’s disgusted face, “Bruce makes all of us do it, but seeing as he’s overseas, Dick’s busy, and Jason’s who-knows-where, I’m in charge of…this.”

Damian wasn’t convinced. He could see Tim’s mouth twitching in that insufferable face he made whenever he had something to do with something unpleasant. He’s lying. It had to be some kind of sick Tim Drake joke. After all this time, he should be forced to wear, well, this. Despicable.

“For what possible reason – “

“Hey - don’t get me started runt.” Tim sauntered past the table, grabbing his coffee before planting himself in the nearest armchair with great satisfaction, falling into what looked like the least comfortable position any human being could manage. “I had to learn how to walk in it. Dick had to learn how to dance in it. And – holy cow- Jason knows how to seduce anyone in it, so I’m sure that you, with your mighty mind can master all of that and more. Hey, I have to say though, it is easier than sitting in a pencil skirt, but doesn’t make your butt look nearly as good.”

Damian stared as Tim serenely sipped his coffee. He’d been through heels, and the cursed pencil skirts, but this? He stared at the pile in his arms with distain.

“Why does it have to be pink.”

“Hm? What was that?”

“I hate you Drake.”

----

Two hours, a torn underskirt, a snapped hoop, a broken zip and four fake bras later, Damian Wayne finally came into the lounge so that Tim could assess him.

“Finally, took you - woah”

Damian’s cheeks flushed. He was used to being critiqued and hunted by his insufferable brother, not flattered.

“Well? Stop staring you trout, do I pass?”

His mouth just hung open. What used to be his little demon brother actually looked, well, really good. His hair had been ruffled from wrestling with the dress, which somehow made him look even better. The dress managed to frame his lithe, false-breasted body exceptionally. Alfred was probably the only reason it was still in one piece, and the old, pristine fabric of the training gown caught the fading light perfectly. A river of fuchsia sequins rippled like a tail down the centre, framed by black velvet stripes. A black collar complemented dark sleeves, flowing from a high-waisted pale pink centrepiece, ending in a thick black ribbon. From this stemmed a pink hoop gown, the rich satin glistening in the fading light from the half-open curtains.

Dang, his brother looked better than he ever did in that thing.

Snapped out of his musings by a sharp -tt-, Tim hastily responded, “It, uh- the colour…really, brings out your eyes, I guess.”

“Really Drake? Am I that good that I don’t require any real critique?” Damian swished, hands falling in a naturally petite manner to his hips.

Tim had to hold back a snort. “Well, if you really want to know, you’re as ugly as ever, and need a wig. Your hair is shocking. And your shoulders – I can tell you’re a little self- “

“I am n – “

“Don’t interrupt me, princess. As I was saying, you’re self-conscious. You’ve got to hold your shoulders back, puff out your chest a little - no not like – agh wait, lemme, more like this, see?” Tim stood as close as he felt was a safe distance to the dinosaur in a dress, but pulled himself into a ballerina stance. “It’s like someone’s drawn a string up your spine, yeah that’s a little better, but don’t be so tense, relax your shoulders a little. Yes. Much better.”

Tim continued to give instruction and Damian let himself relax a little. The dress wasn’t all uncomfortable. Besides, there was no denying Drake thought he looked good. At least a little.

After learning to walk, especially up and down stairs holding the length of puffy fabric, Tim called for Alfred to bring in the shoes. Combining them with the dress proved to be…difficult, but he only stepped on the hem twice, and that was because he was trying to stand up and the dress just got everywhere once you sat down.

Dancing was a lot harder.

“You know-“

“Yes, of course I know the waltz, you dimwit. And I am not dancing with you, no matter how much ‘practice’ anybody insists I need.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” Tim sat back into his observing station, nursing his third coffee of the day, taking note of his brother’s movements.

“You’re doing the girl’s part, remember.”

“Shut up”

“…Keep your back straight, you’re losing-“

“Mm”

“…Relax those shoulders princess.”

“-tt-“

----

Asides from the occasional misstep in the heels, which left a few new holes in the first layer of the skirt, and his tense shoulders, Tim thought Damian was more of a natural in the dress than any of them had been, except maybe Dick.

“Are we done now?”

Turning his head from a fresh brew, he sighted the pile of fabric sprawled on the furthest armchair. The second pair of heels had been kicked off and a light sheen of glitter rested with them on the floor nearby.

“Sadly, no.”

“What?!” The pile twisted as Damian almost fell on the floor, “You said one more dance-“

“Until I’m done, you still have something else to do.”

Damian’s face could probably boil water, but Tim wasn’t finished. “After this, you can remove the beautiful dress and reclaim your natural demon state. Besides, a normal gala usually goes for at least another twenty minutes. Put on that one pair of heels which you actually liked, and I’ll give my final assessment.”

Damian tutted, pulling on his shoes and staring daggers at his brother before finally straightening up and twirling one more time.

“Fine. Just…hurry up.”

Then Dick walked in.

He froze. Damian stiffened. Tim grinned.

“You…little…”

“DAMI!”

Dick spread his arms wide, soggy hair from his after-work shower flicking drips behind him as he bounded up to his little brother. Damian braced himself for whatever was coming.

“Damian it…you…it’s perfect! You look amazing!” He turned to Tim, “How’d you-“

“With a lot of patience.”

Both smiled like maniacs as Damian suffered their compliments.

“Oh Darlene, your dress is stunning tonight.”

“Oh Diana I love your shoes!”

“Dmitri, that colour really brings out your flawless skin.”

“And your eyes!”

“Did he get the posture right?”

“Most of the time”

“Dami, relax your shoulders-“

“So. I’ve. Been. Told.”

“Oh you have to give me a walk. Come on, just one? I promise I will never talk of this –“

“Shut up. I will, only because I want this torment to end sooner.”

So, Damian did. He glided flawlessly up the room, twirled liked only the finest of socialites, then turned to see – Grayson’s Phone. Abandoning any hints of walking, Damian pulled up the dress, revealing a half-on shoe. With a quick and expert flick of his ankle, it flew off and landed violently on the camera. Tim snorted, sharing a quick smile with the youngest. Dick just looked hurt.

“Aww, come on Dami! It’s compulsory for everyone to have documented photos of all important training events. Besides, Bruce needs photographic evidence of this occasion.”

“Shut up, Grayson. I swear if you show those to anyone I will slice your hand off.”

“Well, I think that about covers everything now.” Tim interrupted before Damian actually attacked anyone. He stood, and with the straightest face and most serious voice he could muster, said, “You have my permission, as your supervisor for this training session, to get out of the dress, until such time comes that it is needed for mission purposes. Also, I’ll have to write all this down, but you really need to work on relaxing your shoulders.”

Damian’s sour expression turned to Tim, “Drake, if you mention this to anyone, I will have a good reason to cut off your coffee supply for a week.” He turned with great flair, radiating an attitude fitting for his outfit, and stormed into the next room.

“Oh, and Damian?” Dick called before he slammed the door behind him, “Just remember, with the whole relaxing your shoulders thing, think of it like swordplay – you only tense before you strike. And if you do ever have to wear one of those, at least you’ll be prepared. Plus, Bruce had to have this training too, so-“

“Wait, what?!? Father had to- “

“Ohohoho yes he did.” Dick’s phone was back up as he searched for the ‘compulsory photographic documentation’.

Damian stalked over as fast as he could, hoisting the dress. Tim rolled off the couch too. He was not going to miss this.

“He thought he should try it out when he made me do it. Justified it as ‘needing practice’ and ‘learning from a woman’s perspective’, but I don’t think anybody his size needs to put themselves through something they obviously can’t pull off. Now where’s…ahah!”

The room fell silent. The air was concrete as Dick held in the fiery laugh building in his chest.

“Is that-“

“Yes.”

“Gets me every time.”

“In pink-“

“Oooohhh yeah.”

“You know it.”

Damian was disgraced. Tim was choking back his laughter. Dick was…well, Grayson was beaming in the background of the photo, wearing the same dress Damian had on now. It…complemented his Father’s.

“Oh he really cannot pull that off.” Tim commented.

“I KNOW, right?! He kept telling me it was for experience but honestly I think he was just enjoying himself.”

Damian snuffed, “-tt-, he needs to relax his shoulders.”

Tim and Dick shared stunned glances before Dick mumbled, “Guess it runs in the family.”

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