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kiriluvbot · 3 years

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NO ONE ASKED BUT IM HERE TO SUPPLY ANYWAY!

sero hanta headcanons for the soul

- asexual, pan-romantic!

- uses they/he pronouns (didn’t know they could have different pronouns until he met tokoyami, and they spent their entire first year having a crisis over it)

- i know it’s old and overused but this kid is a hufflepuff, through and through

- CHILD OF APHRODITE. i take no criticism.

- a heartthrob among his entire grade, not just class A, but B as well, and the general course, and the business course,, AND the support course. everyone loves sero hanta.

- a natural charmer but is literally not aware that they make everyone within a 400 meter radius of them swoon

- until kaminari tells him in their second year. homie. youre fucking hot. and mina says, use it to your advantage. SO HE DOES.

- third year sero hanta is a force to be reckoned with, let me tell you. using their charm along with their natural ability to just. Befriend anyone (including a brick WALL tbh) to get his way. they get their way, they Know Everything. everyone knows his name by the time he graduates.

- The Older Sibling friend. not quite the mom friend or even the dad friend, but the older sibling. he’s a constant source of comfort and dependability among his class, but theyre also an agent of chaos that likes to cause problems On Purpose just to see what’ll happen. they never get caught being the instigator tho. no one can ever catch him.

- likes to watch aforementioned chaos from the sidelines. a mediator and an excellent negotiator. keeps his friends (cough, bakugo) from murdering each other or other people (cough, monoma)

- i like to think he’s the eldest child with two or three younger sisters and maybe a baby brother. their parents divorced right before sero started high school, and he and his siblings live with their mom. she’s a real lovely lady.

- since he’s the eldest, he kinda knows how to take care of people. sick people, sad people, hungry people. they can read and understand people really well if they really matter to him.

- most of the time there’s just wii music in their head tho

- they weren’t super great at prioritizing themselves/taking care of themselves when he first moved in to the dorms, but with time and help from his friends, they keep getting better at it

- sero gets his looks from his dad and his attitude from his mother. again, i imagine she’s a real lovely lady.

- their love language is physical touch! with so many younger siblings and his natural Eldest Sibling Vibe, it’s only natural for him to be super cuddly and affectionate!

- while it may not be their love language, sero also probably really likes spending quality time with his friends. they like going out, they like being loud and having a blast, but the kid also wouldn’t mind sitting in his room with his friends in silence while everyone did their own individual thing.

- the kind of person that sleeps with one pillow only and one blanket only

- probably runs warm, kicks off the blanket in the summer time. either sleeps on his back stretched out like a starfish or curled into themselves like a baby. no in between.

- has a pair of underwear they call their “lucky underwear” and it’s just a pair with spider-man’s face as the pattern.

- the kid does not have regular chairs in his dorm. it’s bean bags or the floor, man.

- they also have a hammock . i’ve seen this repeating trope in every single fic i’ve ever read

- keeps a stash of snacks in his room! but it’s a trade system. kaminari gets m&ms for cheek kisses, kirishima gets beef jerky for his most rib crushing hug, and todoroki gets gummy worms if he shares his manga.

- has led lights that are connected to his speaker and changes color every time a song changes

- has only three playlists. only three.

- they’re titled, respectively: “u yearning bastard,,” “monch monch”, “for pissing bkg off”

- he still listens to the jonas brothers, lots of big time rush, but also fleetwood mac and abba. frank ocean, lorde,,,, but also. they know every word to both mama mia soundtracks.

- absolutely adores horror + romance movies and not much else

- he tries getting into star wars for kirishima’s sake but he literally cannot keep up with the plot for shit.

- can quote the entirety of the notebook with mina (it infuriates bakugo to no end when those two ask to watch it for the fifth time in a week)

- has never tried an energy drink in their life, absolutely refuses to because caffeine makes him Shake and he hates the feeling

- drinks a lot of tea tho! with momo and todoroki!

- favorite snack is oranges. this kid always has oranges.

- aside from satou and bakugo, sero is probably one of the best cooks in their class

- resident pretty boy. did i mention everyone loves them? seriously. he even has the ever so stoic shouto todoroki pining after him.

- had a huge growth spurt the summer after second year began. it pissed off all their friends because he finally passed 6’ while the others were still stuck at 5’9 or below.

- by graduation, sero reached 6’3, and bakugo was still mad, because bakugo never passed 5’10.

- really grew into himself by the end of high school, finally learning how they wanted to express themselves with his clothing style, hair and *clenches fist* piercings

- started painting his nails the summer before their third year and hasnt stopped

- glorious, curly mullet. bejeweled hair pins. jean jackets and platform docs. piercings all the way up his ears. a nose ring and a smiley. (if you don’t know what a smiley is, i beg you to search it up. it’s the cutest fucking thing i’ve ever seen in my life and i want one so bad)

- ochaco is the one who cuts sero’s hair in third year.

- he got most of his piercings alongside bakugo or kaminari, but when they went to get the nose ring, they’d gone with iida and midoriya. and when he got the smiley, he went with todoroki, who squeezed his hand when the needle went through, even if todoroki wasn’t the one getting pierced.

- one time he and denki shaved their legs and arms and Everything to see if it would make them “more aerodynamic” ( “haha dont u mean /sero/dynamic?” “shut up”)

- strangely flexible. everywhere. it makes shouji shiver and jirou gag. it makes todoroki stare with wide, disbelieving eyes.

- really bad handwriting. like. what the fuck.

- that doesn’t stop them from writing cards for each of his friends for their birthdays, for christmas. it doesn’t stop them from writing letters to todoroki (even if he ended up shredding them and throwing them away after they were finished so no one would ever find them. he wanted to ask bakugo to incinerate them, just to be safe, but they didn’t want bakugo, or anyone else, that he had written love letters to shouto todoroki.)

(....not until after they confessed and finally started dating in their third year.)

- finger guns. unironically.

- is a surprisingly good dancer and a passable singer!!!!!!!!

- sings in the shower. also dances in the shower, but one time they fell and hit the wall connecting his and todoroki’s room, and todoroki thought he might’ve died. came to his door and didn’t bother knocking to check and see if they were alright. sero didn’t dance in the shower for a long time after that.

- his favorite color is yellow, but they also really, really like red.

- doesn’t have a fucking phone case on their phone.

- earbuds falling apart but he just keeps putting more tape over them because they really don’t wanna buy new ones (kirishima bought him a pair for christmas because he didn’t want sero to get electrocuted from broken earbuds. sero ensured him he would likely not get electrocuted just from some earbuds, but took the gift anyway)

- smell checks their clothes like a HEATHEN

- is in love with shouto todoroki.

that’s all :) sero hanta is my number one best boy and i love them dearly.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hanta sero #sero hanta #sero #sero headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #sero hanta headcanons #long post #bakusquad

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ssamie · 3 years

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seven. “pretty boy”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist. suicide freak!

"and why did you disappear for two days straight?!" kunikida exclaimed "what could you have possibly been doing all those times you've skipped work?!"

she simply smiled as she hummed under her breath, blatantly ignoring the man. "i told you i had school, kunikida-kun" she said with a soft chuckle

"i know that. i've already let that go since the president approved of it, but your absence is always messing up my schedule!" kunikida grumbled in annoyance as he slammed his hand on her desk.

"you are my partner and you have to work with me and not slack off all the time!"

"are you even listening?!" kunikida shrieked

"of course" she answered mindlessly. she simply stared at the phone she was holding with a cutesy grin and a small blush on her cheeks. "kenma-kun is so adorable! i truly couldnt ask for a better suicide partner!" she gushed

kunikida irked a brow while atsushi simply sighed.

"are you seriously following the poor guy around?" atsushi asked "that's kind of wrong you know" he said

kunikida gritted his teeth and grasped her by the shoulders. "that is what you waste your time on rather than doing your work?!" kunikida exclaimed angrily

he started shaking her violently, though she still had the same dumb grin on her face as she sluggishly chanted kenma's name

"oya? would you look at the time, kunikida-kun!" she chimed. she pointed to the wall clock, displaying the time. 7:30. "i have to get to school! bye-bye!" she waved

suddenly, just before she could exit the door, she turned around to look at him. her eyebrows furrowed as a look of concern painted itself on her features.

"hey, kunikida-kun" she called out

kunikida glanced at her with gritted teeth, but didn't respond.

"you should ease down, you know?" she cooed "i heard if you're too neurotic, you'll get lots of wrinkles and your aging becomes accelerated" she said with a hum

kunikida calmed himself down as he sent her a curious yet wary look. "is that true?" he asked

"oh, you should take notes" she urged him

complying, he pulled out his notebook and began writing down. "if you're too neurotic..." he voiced out as he wrote "your aging will-"

"im messing with you" she admitted nonchalantly

a loud snap could be heard, emitting from the pen he was holding which was now broken in half. "bastard! stop ridiculing me!" kunikida exclaimed

just as the heel of his shoe could hit her, she skillfully dodged and stepped out of the room. "hehe, see you later~" she cooed as she waved them goodbye

as kunikida went back to screaming and whining about his good-for-nothing partner, atsushi could only watch in dread and confusion

atsushi sweat dropped, hesitantly lowering his head on his desk as he muttered under his breath.

"i really wonder why those two are partners"

"oya oya. you sure are late, ms. manager" kuroo mused

she simply laughed in response and waved him off "sorry. i had some things to take care of" she said "has fukurodani arrived yet?" she asked as she fiddled with the bandages on her neck

"yeah, they're in the gym. we were waiting for you so we stayed out here for a while" kuroo said

kenma sent her a longing glance, though he stood still while clutching his PSP in hand. call him dramatic, but a minute has passed and she hasn't greeted nor tried to convince him on a double suicide yet.

it was unnerving.

"oya? you look peeved, kenma" kuroo whispered to him . the bedhead captain smirked teasingly as kenma huffed in annoyance.

"shut up, kuroo" kenma whispered back

then finally, she noticed him. she shot him a loopy grin and a wave

"oh, kenma!" she beamed "i have a pretty funny story" kenma smiled and nodded, urging her to continue with her 'funny story'

"so last night, i tried to put the toaster in my bathtub!"

noticing her loud and distinctive voice, and her ever so lovely suicidal tales, nekomata let out an amused chuckle. he lead fukurodani's two managers over to the girl.

"but my power got cut off." she sulked, though kenma just listened along, completely unbothered

"so i tried again this morning! but ranpo-san stole my toaster-"

"this is y/n! she's nekoma's newest manager. so far, she's been doing a pretty good job." nekomata chimed in "hi! we're fukurodani's managers!" they greeted

she excused herself away from kenma, much to his displeasure

she sent the girls a smile and a wave "hey, i.." she trailed off. the girls look at her curiously as her eyes seemed to follow a certain dark haired setter.

"i..think i have found the most beautiful boy i've ever laid my eyes on!" she exclaimed. her eyes seemed to sparkle as she studied each inch he had to offer from head to toe.

"oh, akaashi-kun?!" one of the managers squealed excitedly

"you have good taste, y/n-chan! wanna talk to him?" the other girl asked

"oh boy, do i?" she grinned as she prance around happily "i have a very important question to ask him!"

as she and the two managers made their merry way over to akaashi, kuroo and kenma stayed behind watching them. kuroo chuckled and nudged the pudding-head. "heh. looks like you've been replaced" he said

"y/n found a new boy to- um.. kenma?" kuroo sweatdropped

kuroo grinned nervously as he watched kenma scrunch his face up in distaste, looking quite agitated as he gave akaashi a nasty glare.

kenma gritted his teeth as he watched his girl-friend getting hyped up by the girls to talk to the setter.

"oh no.. is y/n gonna pop the question to their setter?" yaku said as he caught sight of the girl creeping up behind akaashi

"i think she's just saying hi.." kai intervened with his usual kind smile

"no.. most likely not" yaku hummed

she bit back a grin as she tapped akaashi on the shoulder. the setter perked up as he put away his bottle. he looked back to meet sparkling (e/c) colored eyes.

"oya? can i help you with anything?" akaashi asked

"akaashi-kun, this is y/n-chan! she's nekoma's manager!" the girls said

akaashi nodded and bowed politely "nice to meet you, y/n-san. my name is akaashi keiji"

she wordlessly took his hand in her bandaged ones, much to his surprise. though akaashi still managed to keep his stoic expression despite the soothing touches she left on his skin.

"i have finally found a reason to live.." she started off dramatically "a reason to live? no! a reason i've kept living until now!" she exclaimed

she looked up at him with sparkling eyes, filled with endearment and admiration. "that's right! i've lived to this day so i can go on a double suicide with you!"

akaashi raised his eyebrows in surprise, while the entirety of nekoma simply bowed in apology from behind her.

"i-is that so?" akaashi asked, a small chuckle emitting from his lips "yes! im sure of it!" she said "ah, mon amour~" she cooed

"double suicide?" akaashi muttered in confusion "feel free to do it on your own..?"

"well, maybe don't do it at all, actually" akaashi said with a soft chuckle.

"a double suicide is not possible alone!" she countered

akaashi blinked and looked up at nekoma, who were still silently apologising. the dark haired setter looked at her in concerned and asked, "are you in need of a therapist or perhaps someone to talk to, y/n-san?"

"why would you ask that, mon amour?" she smiled nervously

"im quite concerned for you." akaashi said "and if you don't, i'd be happy to refer you one." he offered

she silently stared at him with a smile, him doing the same. his hands were still in hers as they looked at each other in silence. she then flushed a soft pink as she dramatically covered her face with her hands.

"ah! your vitality is blinding!" she exclaimed

akaashi simply laughed and nodded along, slightly amused by her crazy and bubbly persona.

"AKGAAASHII!" bokuto's loud voice called out

"bokuto-san.." akaashi responded, looking back to meet eyes with his overly energetic friend running towards them

"oh my" she said with a hum. she simply watched as the gray haired boy slapped his hand on akaashi's back.

"hey hey hey!" bokuto cheered "did you see my totally awesome spike just now, akaashi?!" bokuto asked, followed by a loud and booming laugh

"im sorry bokuto-san, but i didn't" akaashi said in his usual monotonous voice. almost instantly, bokuto's mood dropped. his hair drooped as a frown etched itself on his face.

"r-really?" he sniffled with a pout

"i saw it." she chimed in

bokuto then grinned, successfully breaking out of his dejected mode. his head snapped towards her, a proud and happy look on his face.

"is that so? so you saw how i broke through those blocks?! did you?!" bokuto asked eagerly

she laughed softy, covering her mouth with her hands, as she nodded. "that's right." she said "i don't think i've seen anyone spike that hard. so far, atleast"

akaashi sweat dropped as he watched bokuto cheer happily, repeatedly chanting his 'hey hey hey' catchphrase as he does so.

"you shouldn't butter him up so much, y/n-san" akaashi said "though im very grateful. i'd have to resort in not setting to him until he snapped out of it, once again." he chuckled

she grasped his hands in hers again and sighed dreamily "ah! your decisiveness is even more blinding!"

"ehem. y/n." kenma chimed in. he fake coughed as he sneakily glared at their hands. "we need you back on our team." he said

"right, right" she sighed

"well then, hopefully, i'll see you both later" she said as she waved bokuto and akaashi goodbye

"it was nice to meet you, y/n-san" akaashi smiled at her

she blinked rapidly as she studied the angelic boy infront of her. "ah! your beauty is truly blinding!" she exclaimed, dramatically holding out her hand to touch his face

though, before her skin can make contact with his, kenma was already pulling her away.

"you shouldn't waste your time of day flirting around with guys you see." kenma said in a quiet voice. he kept an emotionless expression as he guided her back to the bench.

"hmm. i see" she said. she smirked as she studied his tense shoulders and the agitated aura flowing out of him.

"ne, kenma-kun" she called out "what made you think i was flirting with akaashi?" she asked tauntingly

kenma stopped in his tracks and side eyed her "huh? well you were-"

"or better yet.." she cut him off "why are you so bothered?" she smirked "are you perhaps jealous, kenma-kun?" she asked with a teasing hum

kenma flinched and looked away to avoid her eyes. "no.. why would you say that?"

"its not like i have any reason to be, anyways" kenma said

she smiled knowingly and shrugged. "well, i guess you're right." she mused "after all, you're just a friend. i can look for many more and ask others to join me on my goal of a double suicide."

kenma furrowed his brows at her awfully unfiltered and hurtful words. he stared at her back as he watched her walk away.

"why.." he muttered

"hm?" she hummed, sparing him a glance as she took a seat on the bench.

kenma walked up to her, his hands laying limp on his sides as he lowered his head. "why would you say that?" he muttered

she softly smiled as she leaned back on the seat. "why wouldn't i?" she mused

"b-because!" kenma exclaimed, it was a bit louder than he had intended. the boys of nekoma looked at them from the other side of the gym.

kuroo chuckled in amusement while the others look at him in confusion "what's happening?" yaku asked "dunno, yakkun. maybe a lover's quarell or something" kuroo said jokingly

"ooohh! they're lovers?!" lev asked excitedly

"idiot." yaku muttered

kenma racked his brain for the right words to say while she simply watched him with a smile.

"yare yare, don't beat yourself up about it" she sneered "after all, im just messing with you" she said with a small chuckle

kenma pouted at her. he stuffed his hands in the side of his shorts and turned away. "you're so mean." he said with a frown

"eh?? i was just joking!" she exclaimed as she pulled him back by his arm, forcing him to sit next to her. "after all, i'd never replace you!" she squealed loudly as she latched her arms around him.

"never never never!" she chanted repeatedly as she nuzzled her cheek along his hair

kenma groaned as he felt himself getting tossed and tugged around like a doll, once again.

"i won't let you go until we both drop dead!" she exclaimed loudly. she had a blush on her face, paired with a dreamy smile "ah! imagine dying alongside each other!"

she squeezed kenma even tighter, possibly crushing his ribs and windpipe. "ah! i wouldn't have it any other way!" she exclaimed with teary eyes

"o-okay, i get it!" kenma wheezed

he pushed her away and gently massaged his aching body. "geez. keep doing that and you'll kill me before you can have your awfully anticipated double suicide" he said

he then walked away, back towards the team by the court. as she fully registers his words, she blinked in shock and looked at his retreating figure.

"does that mean you'll go on a double suicide with me?" she asked

"dont get your hopes up."

leaving her behind, kenma walked up to the team, ignoring their painfully obvious stares.

"what." he spat out, sending his teammates an irritated look.

"oh, nothing. nothing at all~" kuroo mused, a small smirk grazing his lips

kenma sighed and picked up a ball, blatantly ignoring kuroo and yamamoto who were now hovering over his shoulder

"nice job, kenma! you finally snagged a girl!" yamamoto cheered "please go away" kenma muttered

kuroo laughed and slung his arm around him. "don't worry kenma, no other boy will be taking up your lady's attention" he mused. kenma sighed and turned away from them.

"again, please go away"

it was the end of the day, and fukurodani was settling in an Inn a block down from nekoma. "wanna eat out today? i can call over some people from the other team" kuroo asked them

"yeah! im so hungry!" yamamoto whined

"are you coming, y/n-senpai?" inouka asked her

she simply smiled and nodded. "sure, i'd love to-"

though she cut herself off as she felt some minimal movement and a pressure nearing her face. she quickly grasped whatever it is in her hand just before it could fully pierce her skin.

"oya? what’s this?" she muttered with a hum

"e-eh?? y/n-senpai is that a knife?!" lev shrieked in fear, making the others look her way.

sure enough, she was standing there, holding a dagger by the hilt. the said dagger pointed to her face.

"why do you have that?" kenma asked, a hint of panic and worry in his tone

"well, i was sure it came from nowhere, really" she replied nonchalantly. she pulled the blade away, revealing a small shallow cut on the side of her cheek. a lone drop of blood dripped down from the wound.

she wiped it off with the back of her hand, causing the white bandages to stain a crimson red.

"what do you mean?" yaku asked, now also worried.

"well, it came from that direction-" she stopped herself as another dagger came flying towards her. though she used the one in her hand to skillfully block it before it could hit her.

"oi! who the hell threw that?!" yamamoto exclaimed angrily. the boy looked around the empty street, trying to see who would dare try to hurt their friend.

"hmm." she hummed thoughtfully, twirling the dagger in her hand.

"plotting as usual?" a voice called out

the boys watched in confusion as she perked up from the sound, a look of dread and agitation looming her features.

"that voice.." she muttered, her face slightly scrunched up

"its been quite long, and seeing you like this.." he said "soft, vulnerable, wounded.."

"its quite laughable. won't you agree, y/n?" chuuya sneered

she simply gagged and threw the dagger away. "gross! man, gross!" she whined out

"i like that reaction" chuuya replied nonchalantly "it makes me wanna strangle you."

she simply gritted her teeth as she watched him in agitation. her eye twitched every so often as he walked towards her.

kuroo butted in, a look of confusion in his face. "um, sorry but who the hell is this?" he asked with a scoff

kuroo looked down at chuuya, who simply ignored him and made his merry way towards the girl.

"did you miss me, you suicidal brat?" chuuya spat out with a laugh

she simply groaned and hugged kenma's arm as a way to scurry away from chuuya.

"ugh. ew."

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starlasketch · 2 years

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(this is the anon that asked for art tips) thanks for responding to my question it was really helpful! maybe could you show a visual presentation like you said in your response, for the clipping/shading thing (its ok if you don't want to)? sorry for all the questions, I'm new to digital art and still figuring it out.

Okay visual presentation coming right up! I will be using both old art and wip art

I am gonna say that MOST art programs should have clipping, they should have layers in general, this is unless youre using ms paint and although ms paint CAN be used to make awesome art, ive seen it a lot, i personally find using layers of other programs too convenient to pass up ahsdjhah and im mostly giving tips for how ~i~ do things specifically

i will say im using sai for my artwork recently, but you can definitely use another program like medibang for example (which is free unlike sai lol)

how clipping works is that it makes it so anything drawn on the 'clipped' layer, will only show on top of the layer it's clipped to, so you could draw outside of bounds but it will still cleanly appear only ON TOP of the layer it's clipped to

see this is what my layers look like when they're not clipped to the base color layer, a complete mess.

please dont mind the alberose wip but this is the only wip i have that i managed to get motivated enough to color and shade rn. rn this has inly the flat colors, or the base colors

now i put on top of the flat colors my shade layer, which will be a dull blue, i colored the layer FULLY in this blue and now will just erase the parts i want there to be no shade. you can instead just have an empty layer, then use the shade of your color and draw in where shadow should be, both methods are valid, this is just my preferred method.

fyi, the eyes and blush arent affect by the shade layer bc they are on higher layers than the shade layer ^^

oh and layer options look like this and they look similar in other programs as well, change the opacity so the lower the number the layer more see-through it will be, then change the mode of the layer, for me i would need shade, but you can use multiply instead too, it works similarly

quickly erasing parts of the shade layer where the light is

i zoom in closer and do some fixing here and there

at this point i would add a heck ton of gradient shade layers and overlay layers to make it just a tinsy bit better ahaha. they're a small difference but a difference none the less

yeah im not sure what else to explain but tell me if i need to clarify something!

#ask #tutorial

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neechees · 3 years

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hi!! i was legit just wondering how long you’ve been doing digital art. i’ve been doing digital art for ~1.5yrs now but the longer i’ve worked at it the more frustrated i’ve become. i mainly do painting so i’ve been TRYING to translate that into my digital art but i just. cannot. did you have any similar frustrations by chance, or just any in general w digital art, and how did you get past them? im finally trying to dedicate some time to practicing over the summer. v frustrating tho 😔

Oh god, I got my first actual drawing tablet back in high school, I thiiiink in grade 10 or 11? So that would've been 2012-2013ish. But i had attempted (very badly) to do digital art on MS paint and Deviantart since Junior High. I was pretty new to the internet and most of my time was spent searching up digital art and printing them out to hang in my room, and I remember wanting to, but feeling like I'd never be as good as the digital artists I saw. But even when I got my first drawing tablet it took me a long time to even get used to! I know the feeling you're talking about. Its taken me multiple attempts at different things to realize what I like in digital art before I got better at it.

I still sometimes have doubts I'm even improving digitally now, but believe me when I say that even if it doesn't feel like it, you're always improving! I think for me, learning to draw better digitally can be improved by a number of things, namely by your tablet, the program you use, the brushes you use, the techniques you use to draw digitally, and then working at it to find what best works for you & keep working towards improving. My first tablet was a $50 one from amazon & I drew using FireAlpaca, and now I use a 5 year old Wacom tablet on Photoshop 2018. For your tablet, I think you just gotta get comfortable with the works of how to sit with it, hold it, finetune it, etc and it should be good! A more expensive tablet doesn't necessarily mean it'll perform better. Even my coloring/drawing style is different! I found that the way I do it now is better and easier for me, whereas before my art would take DAYS and HOURS for some unfinished, simple looking pieces, whereas now I can do much more detailed stuff more quickly. So I guess here's a few tips of what I personally did that made things easier for me:

Watch other digital artists do speedpaints, look at different tutorials, and try copy their process. You might find something that unexpectedly works for you, makes things less frustrating, and speeds things up while simultaneously making you a better artist! And experimenting with different techniques is just always a good idea

Find different brushes you like, download them, and experiment with them. You might find a brush that's supposed to be used one way, and is useful for another. Additionally, testing the brushes with lowered opacity or flow & different things could help! I used to take FOREVER shading things, lowering the opacity, etc, and then I started trying different brushes. Instead of using the hard round brush with lowered opacity, now I use a cloud brush, a pencil brush, a charcoal brush, a chalk brush, and the soft round brush for blending and shading almost seamlessly. I discovered they work well together by testing them out and watching how OTHER artists used them. There's actually some brush packs that are meant to mimic oil/watercolor/acrylic/etc painting strokes/brushes or palette knives, maybe trying these out could help!

Try different art programs if you can, watch youtube speedpaints of artists using them, watch tutorials on how to navigate said programs, and then try it out yourself. There's links hanging around to get photoshop & other programs for f/r/ee, or you can do the free trials, but there's also always free art programs available too! One artist who greatly influenced my art style uses Paint Tool Sai, but I found that this program just wasn't for me when I tried the techniques she employed on the program she used, and discovered photoshop was most to my liking once I knew how to use it

Set up your digital art workspace the way YOU like it. Usually on most programs there's the ability to switch around or resize or even temporarily switch off/disable the different windows of your workspace within the program, so if you don't like something somewhere, change it! I actually don't like having the color palette window visible in photoshop, so instead I shut it off and just use the HUD color picker & color selection tool when needed. Doing this gives you a more cozy space to work in, think of it as setting up your painting area and adjusting your easel to your liking

So once you've been kinda testing the waters with some or maybe all these things, you start to get more comfortable with digital art, and you'll see yourself getting faster, better, and generally just improving. Also, and I know you know this already & its pretty obvious (otherwise you wouldn't be here lol) that digital art is MUCH different than irl painting. I have a hard time thinking of which is harder or takes longer for me because they both come with benefits and downsides! However, if you WANT to try emulating irl painting with brushes and how you use your layers, you can try that too. Experiment!! A lot of improvement and getting comfortable with digital art is testing different things, seeing what you think works for you, and then keeping at it. But also remember you can switch things up at any time, you might need to do things a few times before you realize you're actually pretty good at it or that you like it, and that you don't need to test all these things at once! Things'll get less frustrating and translate from your imagination better once you've set up a space digitally that you can navigate freely, and become more comfortable with how to use the tools & techniques available

And never give up, I promise you're always improving. I hope this is helpful!

#long post #saavik #you can do it!! i truly believe in you i think you'll improve at a MUCH faster rate than I did. but even if im wrong thats not bad!!#im still improving myself

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kimmyiewrites · 2 years

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Finding Home ~ Chpt 4

Catch Up Masterlist AO3

AN: So this is the last chapter that had some New Girl inspiration. I also decided against chopping this in half so you get the full wedding goodness. Thanks for all the love already! I hope enjoy this next chapter. I can't wait to see what you think!

“So you want me to go to a stranger’s wedding as Jack’s fake girlfriend so you two don’t have to spend your time being babysitter?” Katherine asked, arms crossed, an eyebrow raised as she looked at the two boys standing in front of her.

Charlie pushed Romeo back a little bit so he could be front and center. He knew having Romeo explain this would be a bad idea, yet he let the other boy continue on explaining things. “It’s not like that, Kath.”

“Then what is it like?” Katherine interrupted causing Charlie to sigh even if he felt like he should have expected something like that from the woman sitting in front of him.

“Believe it or not, Jack has been working through some heartbreak over the last six months. He and Sarah were dating for about four years when she decided to call it quits. Sarah is Davey’s older sister and the only reason why you haven’t met Davey is ‘cause he’s been so busy with work and planning this wedding that even we haven’t seen ‘im. So she’s gonna be there and we can’t keep Sarah away by ourselves so we need your help.” He came over and sat next to her on her bed, eyes wide and pleading like a puppy’s. “You don’t even have to act super couplely. Just hold hands, maybe share a dance or two. Or do you really want to watch nothing but westerns and have paint everywhere? And I mean everywhere. Your bedroom isn’t even safe.”

Katherine looked between Charlie and Romeo, not quite believing what Charlie had said. Romeo nodded when he caught Katherine’s gaze. When Jack got upset, it was not pretty. “Your bedroom is definitely not safe since yours is the one with the fire escape.” He added, hoping that he and Charlie could scare her just enough to get her to agree.

She moved off her bed and made her way over to the window. She peered out at the fire escape landing and sure enough she saw various dried paint splatters along the metal. She took a deep breath and turned back around. “Fine, I’ll do it, but each of you have to make me breakfast and lunch for an entire week. So I suggest you two figure out who’s better at what and it cannot just be money either. Home cooked meals from the both of you.”

Charlie stood, turning to face Katherine. “You make a hard bargain Ms. Plumber but you got yourself a deal.” He spit in his hand and extended it out to her.

Her nose wrinkled in disgust but it was clear that this was how they did things especially after Romeo copied the act. Well, at least it wasn’t signing with their blood. Katherine sighed before spitting into her own hand and shaking both of theirs.

The day of the wedding was upon them. Katherine flitted about the apartment, offering to do anything but actually get ready. She didn’t know why but this whole thing made her nervous. After a phone call with Darcy, she looked herself in the mirror, told herself she was Kate Davis’ daughter and that she could mingle like the best of them. That small pep talk got her hair and makeup done but now she stood, staring at her closet as if the perfect dress would just jump out at her.

“If you didn’t want to go, princess, you could have just said no.” Jack said, walking into Katherine’s room and taking in how she was still dressed in her robe. He had knocked before making his way in but clearly she hadn’t heard it because he was sure she wouldn’t have jumped at the sound of his voice.

She turned around and shook her head. “No, it’s not that. I just don’t know what dress to wear? Do I match you? Do I wear a long one or a short one? What are the wedding party colors? Cause I definitely don’t want to match those.”

Jack sighed and sat on the edge of her bed. Were things really that difficult? He was pretty sure that no matter what she wore, she’d be beautiful. “Alright, what are the options?”

That made her eyes light up as she hurried into her closet. It made him wonder why she was so nervous, yet it put him at ease because if he had to spend time focusing on her then it was less time he was focusing on his own nerves. Then again focusing on her proved to be dangerous.

She had reappeared in a green dress which he quickly declined after commenting on how it made her look like a lime. Then she came out in an orange dress, feeling a little more confident about it. Jack rolled his eyes. “I’m not taking someone that looks like a fruit to this wedding.”

Katherine let out a huff and went back into her closet. That was a no on the purple one, he’d say she’d look like a grape. “What about these?” She came out holding up a black dress and a gray dress that had a pink color blocked stripe at the bottom of the skirt.

“Davey’s wearing a gray suit and you really think black is a good choice for a wedding?” He quirked his eyebrow up.

She looked over at the little black dress she had and groaned in frustration as she stormed back into her closet. After a few moments of hearing hangers slide against the hanging rod, she reappeared in a blue ombre dress that had a pattern imprinted on it. Gold pumps adorned her feet, and her hands were hidden by the pockets the dress had. “Now I know we’ll be sort of matching but the blues are two totally different shades…” She began but then she saw Jack’s face. A small smirk played on her lips as she took notice of the speechless Jack, a sight she wasn’t too used to seeing.

“Will you two come on, we’re going to be late.” Romeo halted in his tracks in barging into Katherine’s room. His eyes widened at the sight of Katherine. “I think that’s the dress. What’d ya think Jack?”

Jack blinked a few times before nodding his head. “Yeah, yeah, that’s the one. Now let’s go before Charlie comes in here whacking us all with his crutch to get a move on.”

Romeo nodded, turning to leave as Jack stood from the bed. He offered out his arm, which Katherine took and off they went.

Katherine had arranged for a rental car since the venue was in Millbrook. The boys made a fuss but she shut them down about how it was about as much as getting an uber there. She even promised to be the designated driver and they finally agreed. Once she parked, Charlie and Romeo made their way to see who of their crew had arrived already. Katherine was set to follow, pretty excited to see Tony again but was stopped by Jack.

Jack waited until Charlie and Romeo were far enough away, knowing his two friends had been worried about today which was the whole reason why Katherine was even here. He reached out and grabbed her wrist before she could get too far. She spun around, a silent question in her eyes as she looked at him. He looked around one more time to make sure no one saw him speaking with her so candidly. He was meant to be the confident leader of the bunch after all. “I don’t know if I can actually do this.” He whispered.

Katherine gave him a reassuring smile and stepped closer to him. She began straightening his tie and flattening out his collar and the lapels of his suit jacket. “You are here for your best friend. To support him and his soon to be bride. You are here to see friends you haven’t seen in a long time and you’ve got one more ace up your sleeve.”

He quirked an eyebrow up. “Oh, yeah, and what’s that?”

“Me,” she smiled up at him. “I’ll be your get away driver if you really need it.” She halfway joked.

That caused him to chuckle. He let out a deep breath as he nodded. He could get through this. “C’mon then ace, you gotta meet the fellas before this thing starts.” He walked forward a little bit before offering her his hand. She took the few final steps to catch up with him, sliding her hand into his. The pair continued walking to where the rest of the Lodging House crew were standing as if it was the most natural thing in the world for them, doing things together.

Katherine felt like she hadn’t laughed like this in a long time. Her sides ached and her cheeks hurt from laughing at all of the stories Jack and his friends told. She almost wished she would have met them sooner. Then all laughing stopped and Jack took ahold of her hand again. A brunette dressed in a coral dress had made her way into their circle. “Hey, Jack.” She gave him a soft smile, one that still made his heart flutter.

“Sarah.” He forced a grin and Katherine thought her fingers were going to be squeezed off.

“Oh, my stars, so you’re Sarah.” Katherine’s tone took on a light, airy sound, one she hadn’t used in ages. She didn’t even know why her voice took on that quality and then she remembered the lesson her mother taught her about being the best hostess even if a person attending was not someone you particularly liked. “My name’s Katherine, and well, I’m Jack’s new girl for coming up on three months next Tuesday.” She stepped forward, not losing contact with Jack and holding out her free hand.

The whole group was looking at Katherine as if she had three heads. “Uh, nice to meet you, Katherine.” Sarah shook the other woman’s hand.

Jack cleared his throat. “Well, princess, we should probably go find a seat.”

Katherine nodded. “You’re absolutely right.” She then began to lead him through the crowd to a seat on the groom’s side.

“What on earth was that?” Jack looked at her, eyes still wide, not believing what just happened.

Katherine looked mortified. “Oh, my god, I’m becoming my mother.”

She turned to look at them and when they finally took in each other’s expressions they burst into laughter, Katherine leaning her head on his shoulder as they laughed. “I think I deserve at least one drink for that.” She said through her giggling.

Jack nodded. “Okay, I’ll give you that one.

She then took note how Sarah gave Jack a longing glance as she walked up to the first row to take her seat. “You know, surprising enough, I think she’s actually jealous.”

He glanced towards where Sarah was sitting, shocked. “Really?”

Before they could discuss it any further, the ceremony began.

“She’s coming over here, could you go get us more drinks?” Jack asked, spotting Sarah making her way over from the table she had been sitting at.

Katherine shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jack.”

He gave her hand a squeeze. “I’ll be fine, Kath.”

She looked at him for a moment before nodding her head, getting up to go get them something to drink. “Well, hey there, Tony.” She smiled, seeing the former roommate.

“You know I was shocked to see you here but I see what the fellas did to ya.” He laughed, turning to face her.

“I got breakfast and lunch out of ‘em so no hard feelings.” She grinned.

“Well, damn, Katherine, you’re smarter than ya look.”

Sean came up and nudged Tony in the side. “Be nice. I think you said a few days after you left that you kind of missed her.”

Katherine placed a hand over her heart and smiled up at the taller boy. “Anthony Higgins, you missed me? I’m flattered.”

Tony rolled his eyes and handed the drink he had poured for Sean to him. “Don’t let it get to your head, doll. I said I missed the fellas too.”

They all laughed until Katherine noticed Jack and Sarah walking off hand in hand, looking rather cozy. “I hate to cut this reunion short, but I should probably go try and get him back.” She moved to set the drinks back down but Sean placed a hand on her shoulder.

“He’ll be fine, Katherine. I want to get to know the person who apparently out stubborn my Race.” He chuckled, handing her back the drinks. “Charlie’s just over protective.”

She let out a sigh, figuring it wouldn’t be all that great to cause a scene at a wedding to a person she only briefly met as they mingled about each of the tables thanking everyone for coming. “If I get paint in my room…”

“I’ll come personally clean it.” Sean promised, interrupting her threat.

Jack had revealed that Katherine was actually just a roommate when he felt it pretty obvious that Sarah was in fact jealous. She continued to flirt with him as they caught up, congratulating him on his latest show. Then she suggested them going to the photo booth. Being in so close proximity to her was intoxicating. Maybe, just maybe they could give this a shot again.

He opened his mouth just as her phone rang and she said something that shattered all the hope their short time together had brought up. “Oh, I’ve got to take this, it’s my boyfriend. Meet ya back out there?”

All he could do was nod before watching her leave. He stepped out of the photo booth and took out the small strip that held the four different photos they took. He look at each one, dragging his finger longingly along the strip before ripping it in half and throwing it away. Jack looked out to the room, trying to find Katherine. He was ready to go. Charlie and Romeo could get their own rides home and it looked as though they would. Good for them, he thought. Just because he wasn’t lucky in the love department didn’t mean he wouldn’t be happy for his friends.

He finally found Katherine. She was laughing at something Les had said as they danced together. He didn’t want to interrupt that. So he turned around and went back to the rental car. He would wait for her or for the whole group to be done. Either way, he would wait in this car, away from everyone until someone was ready to go home.

He went to open the door but the door handle just bounced back. He tried again and again but to no avail. His one escape was locked and he didn’t have the keys. He shouted in frustration and kicked the tire. He let out a huff, at the realization he had to go back inside and hit the passenger side window. The car alarm blared into the night, mixing with the low thrum of the music coming from inside. Jack groaned again and just sank to the ground.

After the song ended, Katherine excused herself from the dancefloor. She began to look for any sign of Jack or Sarah. They had, had enough time together and it was maybe even time for Jack to take a break. Jack was currently no where to be found but she located Sarah over by the dessert table. “Hey, do you know where Jack is?”

Sarah looked towards Katherine, licking off some icing from her finger. “You can cut the act. He told me you guys were just roommates.”

Katherine just stared at the other woman. How did that even answer her question? “Okay, great. So where is he?”

“I haven’t seen him since I took a call from my boyfriend.” Sarah shrugged, taking a bite of the cupcake she just picked out.

“You have a boyfriend?” Katherine’s eyes widened and her heartbeat sped up. She needed to find Jack and fast.

Sarah nodded. “Yeah, I just wanted to catch up with him. See how he’s been.”

Katherine narrowed her eyes at the other woman. She could easily point out all the wrong Sarah had done and how Jack most certainly didn’t view their conversation as them just catching up. She needed to find Jack though so she didn’t need to waste anymore precious time. “Well, then I hope you live a long and happy life, Sarah.” Her voice was ice cold before she spun around and marched out of the building.

In the distance, she saw flashing lights but didn’t hear the steady beeping that usually paired with a car alarm. Something told her to go near it though, so that’s what she did. As she got closer she realized that the lights were coming from the car she rented. She picked up her pace and when she finally got to the row she parked on, she noticed a figure sitting against the side of the car.

Her heart broke at the sight of the dejected Jack Kelly. She pulled the keys out of her pocket and stopped the alarm, unlocking it in the process. The sound startled a half asleep Jack, and he looked towards Katherine.

“Jack, why didn’t you come get me?” She asked, stepping closer to him, lowering herself down to sit next to him.

“Cause you were having fun with Les and I didn’t wanna wait in there any longer.” He looked at her briefly, not wanting to think about how she looked like an angel coming to save him. The glow from the lights at the venue casted the perfect back lighting for her not to even mention how it mixed with the moon. He turned his attention forward and started picking at the grass instead.

Katherine sighed. “You still could have come get me.”

A few moments of silence passed between them before Jack spoke up. “She had a boyfriend, Ace. She was jealous of you and me and even flirted with me. I shouldn’t have asked you to go get us drinks.” His voice was quiet, as if not being loud with his comment would make him less vulnerable.

She scooted closer to him, raising her arm up so she could wrap it around his shoulders. With her free hand, she took his that was resting in between them and gave it a small squeeze. His head came to rest on her shoulder as she just held him, offering up all the comfort she could. “Listen to me, Jack Kelly, what she did in there to you was not right. It’s all kinds of wrong actually but that is all on her, not on you. This is her loss, not yours. You deserve so much better, Jack, so, so much better. You’re gonna find yourself a girl that thinks you hang up the stars and sees how smart, talented, brave, and kind you are. She’s gonna love you with all of her being and she would never let you go.”

Katherine lowered her head and kissed the top of his without even giving it a second thought. “Now let’s get outta here, huh? I’ll make hot chocolate and you can finally show me that Sundance Kid movie.”

Jack sat up with a gasp. “It is not just that Sundance Kid movie.”

Before he could go on a rant about one of his favorite movies, she stood up. “Well get in the car and you can show me why it’s so great.” She reached out her hands and helped him up.

They most definitely didn’t have hot chocolate when they got back to the apartment. Jack pulled out the bottle he claimed to be his twin and the two played a drinking game while watching his favorite movie. Between Jack taking extra sips and all of the gunshots and explosions, they both were more than a little drunk.

At the end of the movie, Katherine tried to regain her wits about her. She wasn’t as far gone as Jack but she was definitely not sober either. She stood up, focused on working to regain her balance and then helped Jack up off the couch. His arm was draped across her shoulders as her arm was wrapped around his torso.

She was able to get him into his bedroom and to his bedside, getting him into bed, however was a different story. She was just glad they both had decided to change before watching the movie. She was just about to tell him that she wasn’t going to tuck him in when he pressed his index finger to her lips. “Shush up a minute, princess, I just wanna thank ya.” He lowered his head, giving into an urge he’s wanted to do practically since he’s met her.

Katherine stepped back though. Her words may be slurred but she wasn’t that far gone. She wasn’t going to be just the girl who made Sarah go away. She wasn’t going to be the rebound. “Not like this.” She whispered, shaking her head as she looked into his stormy hazel eyes as he processed one more rejection this evening.

He nodded, grasping onto what her words meant, or at least trying to in his drunken fog. “Will you at least stay?” He asked, plopping down on his bed, eyes drooping. There were maybe a few more seconds before he was out like a light.

She chewed on her bottom lip, thinking it over. She then sighed and nodded, going over to close his bedroom door. He smiled as he got himself more under the covers, waiting for Katherine to join him.

They laid side by side for awhile, looking up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what was going on. The need for sleep and the warm, fuzzy feelings they were feeling pulling them further and further under the sandman’s spell. Soon comfort out weighed their need to keep boundaries between them. Katherine shifted, turning on her side, tucking her head under his chin and using his chest as her pillow. Jack shifted, accommodating his new blanket, draping his arms around her. Neither of them realized when they finally fell asleep.

#newsies fic #newsies fanfic #newsies fanfiction #newsies au #jack x katherine #jack kelly x katherine plumber #newsies musical #kim writes things #finding home #finding home series

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rabbithub · 3 years

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Haunted Painting!AU: Day 4

(Oh? I make Diavolo have empathy? I make Diavolo have empathy like the doggo? Oh! Oh! Jail for author! Jail for author for one thousand years!

Also, (artist almost dies rip))

"First, you have to find five treasures." Diavolo explained. "You know what these treasures are."

"...Vanitas, right?" You ask. "I read up on those-"

Your phone buzzes. You know your devilish muse doesn't mind you looking at your phone at this point.

[Owner][Day 4]

'Vanita paintings are a style of still life paintings that represent the emptiness of life. These motifs may seem mundane, but can mean something profound. Many of these motifs have many interpretations, but I have a few examples.'

'A musical instrument (i.e. trumpet) means transience of life.'

'A candle or lamp represents life's fleeting length.'

'A book or scroll means the futility of earthly knowledge.'

'A crown or jewel means vanity of wealth.'

'Lastly, a skull may mean mortality or death.'

'Ah... I'm a fra id I am to o la te, m y sp iri t is at ex ha u st ed. He ru le s ov er de a th as the re ap er hi ms e lf, an d no ne ca n be st hi m at hi s ga me.'

'I wi ll at th e le as t gi ve hi m a pl ac e in my ga ll er y af t er a ll th is. An ar t is t sh ou ld fi nd h im th er e.'

'Ye s, my bo y. I ha ve a ni ce, da rk ro om f or yo u.'

[Landlord][Day 1]

'I don't know what possessed me. I took it.'

'I ended up here, in this familiar studio. Where I found this painting. I'm in a nightmare.'

'So why did I take it? Will I see my family again? He whispers to me, perhaps confusing me for the woman who's studio I plundered the painting from. Please, lord. Forgive me. I wish I had paid mind to my art lessons.'

You put your phone away and set to work. You go back to your room to sketch the lamp, but decided to take it with you as well when you finished. "It might come in handy." You muse, exiting the room.

You sketched a crown hidden in the vines, the trumpet held by a cherub, and a skull on a shelf in the studio. You notice a person shaped stain below the easel, but broke focus away to go through a door.

The room is dark, and you can't see. "Wait, my soul lights up when I paint, right?" You ask yourself. "Then I can use that to light the lamp." Gathering your soul onto the brush, you light the lamp. You feel a little weak and your chest hurts a little, but you can see better. There's a diary in the fireplace, and you sketch it before picking it up.

...There's a missing spot there? You set your dimming lamp to see frames of almost similar paintings, with a empty space between them.

You phone buzzes...

No matter how many I paint, nothing compares to him, nothing is his equal.

My time is running thin, please paint him before my time runs out.

You rush out before the light fades, the door slamming shut behind you. "I...I found all five." You say, turning to face Diavolo.

"...your face looks pale." He states. "What happened in that-"

"It's-" You sigh as you cut him off, looking down. "It's not really important right now." When you look up again, the canvas showed his feet.

"Put everything you gathered on the bed." He says, that worried tone still in his voice. "I'll let you choose the colors this time."

You raise the paintbrush, your soul alighting it...

Somehow, you felt an ache in your heart. Something didn't feel right...

You have been calling all morning, but your sister is not answering. You thought she overslept, and started to do your laundry.

Quickly, you reached your car and drove to the hospital.

You finish painting the motifs, trembling; you picked gold for the trumpet and crown, purple for the book, and red for the lamp and skull.

"Bene." Diavolo answers. "Take a short break while I prepare."

"O-okay." You respond, stepping away from the canvas and sitting down. You realized that you were feeling drained- perhaps painting was draining you life away? 'I'm not going down without a fight.' You tell yourself, looking up as you see Diavolo with the motifs surrounding him.

"I will hide one of the treasures, and you will paint it here." He explains as you stand up. "Shall we begin?"

You step up to the canvas, nodding. "Yes." You answer. "Let's."

You hold back from speeding as you drive to the hospital, the feeling growing worse and worse. You have to get there as quickly as possible. "Hang on, sis." You say under your breath. "I'm coming."

You pant growing more exhausted. The first round was over. You watch as Diavolo looks you over. "We've only just started." He says, his voice soft with concern.

"I'm getting tired." You say, looking at your phone.

[Researcher][Day 4]

'I've heard of spirits going into the possessions they loved in life- I've collected a good number of these items, as a matter of fact. Perhaps these motifs appear due to being a manifestation of his memories, and I'm starting to realize-'

'Of course! This may have to do with the painting's painting as well! But where is her presence in all this? My body is getting weak from all this?'

'Somehow, my soul is stronger than my body is... I have a feeling the black splotch might have to do with the artist. I will rest for now, but whoever is next might be able to lift this curse. Maybe I'll wake up again, one way or another.'

The dying text looked different this time, not glitchy but... Different. "You know, the others haven't been able you live through this." You answer. "You'll live forever, but I can't." Your voice sounded resigned, making Diavolo stare at you with indifference-

No. This wasn't indifference, it is concern. He seems to shake it off. "... let's begin the next round." He said, sounding... remorseful?

You nod, lifting your alighted brush.

You burst through the hospital doors to the receptionist's desk, rattling off you were a relative and your sister's room number. The receptionist calms you down and says she'll talk to the doctor.

You sit in the waiting room, nervous. You felt like throwing up, but you hadn't eaten anything. It felt like forever until you saw a chaplain approached you. You heart drops.

You barely process the events; you were explained what had happened, you were taken to your sister's bedside where she was covered with a white sheet, and found yourself outside the room, blindsided. You notice-

It's him. You have a suspicion about it as he seems to weep openly to the doctors, but as he looked over to you, he smirked.

When there was a quiet moment with just the two of you, you whisper; "Why?"

He- the bastard that your sister was like once in love with until she realized what a monster he was, is still smirking as he gives his answer:

"If I can't have her, no one can."

You almost collapse, almost exhausted. Your brush is dimly lit, earning you a concerned look from Diavolo. "Well, it's over for me." You say, your tone somewhat defiant. "You won- I'm sorry you're nowhere close to finished."

He looks at you, his arrogant look seemingly to have faded. "You... You're not giving up this easily, are you?" He asks.

"I wouldn't if it wasn't for my body." You answer, focusing on the inky, body shaped stain on the floor. "My only other regret is that sister is going to be sad seeing me so soon- oh well, I guess it's a win either way."

"..." Diavolo doesn't say anything, for a moment. "You and a couple others listened to me- and you never gave up. You remind me of another artist, she seemed to be as morose as you. I wonder where she went..."

Your phone buzzes. "I think I know." You answer, knowing that soon after, you'd join your sister...

'My fellow artist? Will you listen? Will you let me regale you a tale of this portrait of mine, of the vivid, horrible week we spent together, and our'

"No."

No? You look up, seeing Diavolo holding a skull with a dim flame in it; the flame growing brighter. "I'm not letting you die like this, with neither of our ends of this unfulfilled." He says, his eyes full of angry tears. "We're going back to the beginning."

You were confused; he was trying to torment you the past few days, and now he was trying to save you?! "Just rest now." He said, eyes defiant to your possible death. "I will fix this."

You pass out as you hear a woman's voice speak;

"...and of her final days...?"

#diavolo #jjba #jjba diavolo #death palette #matsuro palette #haunted painting!au #tw: death mention #tw: implied murder

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lilacmuffins · 4 years

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chiaki computer edit 💿

chiaki nanami computer themed edit [1828x1828]

((this is kiiinda dedicated to @danganronpamess (the main color theme is kinda inspired by her blog's aesthetic) cause her blog gives me so much serotonin and it's so positive and i just 🥺💕💕))

this edit is cute but some of the stuff doesn't match and it's bothering me lol. other than that it's pretty cool i guess. i mean, i like then computer aesthetic. it really fits chiaki.. im kinda getting better at editing. also the ms paint window threw me off while i was editing cause i haven't seen that version of ms paint for years--

Anyways yeah, this is dedicated to the blog I mentioned above because she just recently reached 200 followers! y'all should also go check out her blog, cause her writing is really good-

#me: extremely nervous to post this #anyways if mod chiaki sees this hello #once again congrats on 200 followersss #chiaki nanami #chiaki nanami edit #danganronpa edit #danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #sdr2 chiaki #sdr2 edit #danganronpa 2 chiaki #edit #simple edit #idk man this took an hour is it really simple??#im not great at editing shh i know but it's fun so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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abloomntime · 3 years

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A Bloom In Time Ch 1 A Flower Princess Lost

An non-beating heart is a bad thing to most, but not a bad thing if you were already dead and didn't need anything like that of course. Snatcher is a complicated spook that already has everything he wants now and with two little kids constantly playing in his woods and asking him to join, he has more than enough of his mushy love anyways. But when a familiar face and secret pops up, it may prove that the beating of love may still come from beyond the grave.

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Warning: Mentions and briefly explains Snatcher's death.

Would it be so wrong to say I love you when you obviously didn't love me back the way I loved you? Would it be wrong to say I would I like you more than any other thing when you didn't see me more than a stranger? Would it be so wrong to want to hold you when you would be confused at my touch? Would there be any world where we were aloud to be together, with your hair flowing like rose petals and eyes of the beautiful blue sky. Where no one would stop them and no duties got in their way.....But it wasn't meant to be because no amount of begging or asking would probably change the way you see me right now. The smile I'm giving you as you talk about the flowers like they were your proud children and you were mother nature. You would make the best mother nature. With your fiery passion and gentle kindness. You always listened to me. Didn't pressure me to picking. Always smiled and never EVER treated me as some fairytale prince I wasn't, which is why after all these years of knowing you and loving someone who I know definitely loves me, but for all the wrong reasons, and as much as I love her back...I think I love you more.

"Your Highness? Are you alright?"

He snapped out of it and yellow eyes blinked up at the lady who's stolen his heart. The fairytale romantic love of a Queen with beautiful blonde hair and emerald eyes was the first to catch him heart and he fell hard for her, but overtime that vision started to blur into one of fiery red passion and smelt of flowers. He could imagine his Queen in a wedding dress of pure white and covered in lace, but now he couldn't get the idea of how the maiden with red hair would look shyly looking at him in a dress of white, flowers in her hair and a red hue to her face as he held her close, wedding bells sounding as he promised her he would always love her. Forever.....But he should get his head out of the clouds. From the day he was born, his parents and Vanessa's mother had an arranged marriage for the two royals, and he didn't think even though she was Queen now, she'd let him go so soon with how attached she was....and how forcing his parents were about this. So he smiled at the confused face on the beautiful woman with hair of the rose.

"I'm perfectly fine. Vanessa's just been....A b-bit cranky lately. So I wanted to surprise her with some flowers today. M-Maybe that'll help calm her down. "

That got her attention when she rose a brow at him and asked a question that made him flinch. "Is this like the time she banned everyone here from eating bacon?"

He waved her off. "N-No, no. She was only concerned about my health, a-and she's right. Bacon has too much fat. I could loose a few more pounds and eat healthier.''

Her beautiful blue eyes ran over him with a raised brow. She looked like she wanted to say something but didn't and instead smiled and pointed a hand to the flowers around her in her stand. "Well, how can I help you this time, Prince-y? We have a fifty percent discount on mixed wild daisies this week, more sprouted up than expected, but they smell great and multicolored. A colorful rainbow bouquet would brighten up anyone's day!"

He looked at the many flowers she was pointing to and smiled and nodded. "Y-Yeah. Vanessa's loves any flowers I give her! These are perfect! You know what, I'll take some thanks!"

She smiled and went to work on getting the flowers. Cutting them and getting the pretty pink paper to wrap them in so he could present them to his beloved Queen. He couldn't help but smile at the gentle way she handled the flowers ...but remembered. He didn't have any pons to pay her with. He spent the last on them on getting Vanessa an anniversary gift yesterday after she insisted he'd better do something to make her happy and 'prove he still loved her by not forgetting. And he didn't. He got her a beautiful bracelet with beautiful blue saphires studded into it and was getting her flowers on top of that....But- When she turned back to him with a smile, flowers ready to go...It was like it was stupid but-...He immediately held up the bracelet to her without question, smile on his own face. She blinked at the sudden gift held out to her before looking back up to his face in question.

"Take it. I-...I-I got three others at home just like it," he lied with a smile but it felt like the right thing to do at the time, "Besides. I-I don't have any pons on me right now."

He stared at him more. "Oh, no. I couldn't!" She held up her hands. "I couldn't possibly just accept it like that. Here." She held the flowers out to him. "You buy so much anyways. This time it's on the house."

"NO!" He insisted. Gently placing the small bracelet into her hand while staring into her eyes. "I may be a prince but even Im not above getting things for free just because I buy a lot of it. You obviously put so much work into growing such beautiful flowers and I won't let hard work like that go under paid."

They ended up just holding hands unintentionally for a few seconds as they talked and smiled. Neither noticed the beautiful golden sunshine haired woman with beautiful green emerald eyes suddenly stopping and watching from the dark corner of the alleyway. She stared in absolutely horror as she watched her prince, her beloved perfect prince holding hands with a...a...A PEASANT GIRL!! This girl with bland red hair that looked like it was dunked in tacky red paint and gotten red splotches all over her face, dirt smudging her tacky dress and obviously dirty and not fit for anyone other than another low life peasant like herself. AND YET THERE THEY WERE!! Holding hands, smiling, and giggling like they were...A Happy couple..NO! NO!! HE WASN'T ALLOWED TO LOOK AT ANYONE LIKE THAT!! HE WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO LOOK AT HER LIKE THAT!! HER! THE ONE WITH EYES OF EMERALD GREEN AND PERFECT HAIR SHINIER THAN GOLD!! FAIR SKIN AND BELOVED BY HER KINGDOM!! RICH AND COULD GIVE HIM ANYTHING HE ASKED!! THEY WERE THE ONES THAT WERE SUPPOSED TO GET MARRIED WITHIN A YEAR'S TIME!! THEY WERE GOING TO ADOPT ONE OF THE CHILDREN FROM THE VILLAGE TOGTHER!! HE COULDN'T WAIT TO HAVE A CHILD BUT SHE WANTED TO WAIT UNTIL A FEW YEARS INTO THEIR MARRIAGE BEFORE HAVING ONE!! IT WAS GOING TO BE THE PERFECT THING FOR THEIR IMAGE!! ADOPTING A CHILD OF NONE ROYAL BLOOD AND LOOK LIKE ONE OF THOSE FAIRYTALE STORIES!! THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO DO THAT TOGETHER AND HE'S.....He's holding hands with someone who's not fit to even be in their story beyond a lowly subject!! With tears stinging her eyes she hiccupped and turned to run back into the darkness of the alley, if she would've stayed a little longer she would've seen the florist hand over the bouquet of flowers meant for her to he beloved prince and him paying her with the golden bracelet. The movement out of the corner of his eye made him look towards the swift movement and he easily recognized that fancy green dress running back into the shadow of the alleyway.

He jumped almost dropping the flowers he was just handed. "Vanessa!?" The florist looked to where he was looking but didn't see the woman that dashed into the alleyway as he stared in confusion. "Vanessa?.....Why did she run away so suddenly?"

...The florist shrugged lightly with a smile. "Maybe she was embarrassed she walked in on you getting her flowers?", she suggested.

....He gave a smile. "OH! Of course! She's considerate l-like that." He gave an almost nervous smile and turned back to her before bowing. "T-Thank you for your help once again...Ms. Poppy."

She waved her hand. "Oh, don't mention it! It's always to see just a nice man be so considerate and give the gal he loves so many flowers."

The gal he loved...Heh. He guessed that was true. He still loved Vanessa in some way or another...but lately..he wasn't too sure about things, but he was sure she was right. Vanessa was just in a bad place for a few years. Her mother was sick and dying slowly, she just got crowned Queen a month ago after her mother had an accident, her new duties were overwhelming her, and with him still doing his princely studies about law it musn't be easy for her. But like any betrothed, he was going to try and work through these problems together. But he still couldn't stop smiling after he left the Florist to her work. Cute freckles and blue eyes clouding his vision. He was sure as soon as Vanessa saw these flowers she would perk right up! She always enjoyed it when he brought her gifts like these- OH! How wrong he was. As soon as he got to the manor, Vanessa's vacation spot away from her huge castle, everything suddenly felt....off somehow. Like a tense and thick aura was in the air, so thick one would have to use a battle axe to cute through it, but upon further searching he found her. Vanessa, his beloved Queen with golden hair, weeping in one of the hallways, back faced to him and of course the sight pained him. What could've brought her to this state of being?

"Vanessa?!" She flinched when he shouted her name and came near her. The sound of his footsteps stopping just behind her. "Sweetheart? W-Why are you crying?" Sudden worry came over him. Oh no. Did she think he forgot their anniversary?! That made him hold out the flowers with a giant smile. "Don't cry. I-I got you these! Look. A-Aren't they beautiful?"

".....How could you betray me, Philip?" Her voice growled out. And he took a step back, was it just him or was the room suddenly darker? They needed to open up the blinds more. But the shadows seemed to come from her as she growled again in a voice that was clearly NOT the sugary sweet voice of his beloved maiden. And betrayl?? What was she talking about? "How could you CHEAT ON ME!? AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH!! ALL OUR LIVES WE WERE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER!!" Her form slouched over as the shadows continued to consume her and her once beautiful emerald eyes twitched with a red of rage and anger he'd never seen before tears beginning to consume her eyes, or the one eye that was exposed to him at the moment. He froze just staring at her in horror as the same distorted voice asked another question. "How could you give your heart to that PEASANT GIRL!?"

He stared at her in absolute fear as she growled like some wild animal at him, "W-WHAT?! You mean-...N-NO!! Nonono! You have it all wrong!" He held up the flowers with a strained scared smile. "I wasn't cheating on you! I would NEVER cheat on you! I was paying her and got you these! S-She grows the most beautiful flowers in the land, and you deserve no less than the best!"

"LIAR!!" The not-Vanessa shrieked like she was a banshee making him almost drop the flowers. "I SAW YOU HOLDING HANDS!! AND LAUGHING AT HER JOKES!! FUNNY HUH?! WELL I HOPE PLAYING ME FOR A FOOL WAS WORTH IT, PHILIP!! GUARDS!!"

As if being summoned out of thin air, two heavy footsteps of the iron dressed guards came stomping down the hallway and like an idiot he looked back to her with pleading eyes. "Vanessa! I wasn't I swear to you! I was merely paying her for the flowers n-not giggling at her jokes! AAH!!" He yelped in fright when he was suddenly surrounded. two giant armored arms snatched him and wouldn't let go!

She giggled without any humor. "Oh, Philip. You played me the fool for so long perhaps a punishment is in order for you. Take him to the celler and CHAIN HIM!!! I never want to see his face again.....And then seeze the florist. No crime against me shall go unpunished."

WHAT?! POPPY!! "W-WHAT?! VANESSA, PLEASE NO!!" Two arms latched onto him and no matter how much he kicked and struggled he couldn't get out of their grasp. The flowers dropped to the ground as he reached out for her one last time. Her tears forming deadly ice to match her cold heart. "P-PLEASE!! DON'T HURT HER!! SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!! VANESSA!! NOOOOO!!!"

He weeped and weeped when he was painfully suspended in the air by his wrists. The coldness taking over him as he hiccuped and mumbled to himself and choked on those tears. He didn't know how long he stayed down there actually. TIme flies when you couldn't see what was happening but he was sure he never stopped crying for all that time as he got weaker, and weaker. Just getting colder and colder as the cold seeped into his very core...he was almost gone. Looking back up towards the ceiling and through his tears he wondered what was going on up there. He couldn't hear anything but he hoped Poppy was alright. He'd never forgive himself if Vanessa did anything rash. He hiccuped. His beloved queen. This was all his fault.

"I-Im sorry. IM SORRY! IM SORRY!! IM SO SORRY!!" He yelled to the empty air knowing full well no one could hear him. But Vanessa was not the one he was apologizing to. The maiden of feiry red hair and ocean blue eyes. "I-Im s-so sorry, Poppy. *hic*"

The cold crept further and his body felt light, somehow his shadow was extending, his life force fading into it as those handsome brown eyes closed to the darkness and numbing-

"I-...love-..."

The shadows and darkness consumed him. The shadow enlarging and morphing and contorted into a being of power and enhanced abilities. A gasp escaped the creature as it looked down at itself. At the same time moonlight shown through the window and what was left of the prince and his willpower faded away into the moonlight, so when the creature looked behind it, the prince was gone from the chained wall. The prince with his heart split into two by his heart splitting between two and found attachment in two very powerful elements of dark and light. Moonshine and shadows. The creature looked down at his new self....feeling his grin widen and a powerful laugh that many would come to fear vibrating around the basement of his new found freedom.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!''

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"GAH!!"

Something wacked his head and he immediately jumped to the air. If he still had lungs he would probably be panting and looking around wildly around the room he was in. No cold walls caging him in. No coldness seeping into him. No Vanessa or chains or....Poppy. Instead a small pale little girl was staring up at him with concern as she watched his confused face darting around the area....He was on her ship. Her strange cute ship of the small seven year old in front of him. He had been laying on the pile of pillows she had and looking around the area as if he was afraid for a moment. Before he sighed in releif and reached up a clawed hand to rub at his head and hair. Staring down at the little girl standing upon the pile of pillows, holding one dangling in her hand, which he guessed must've been the thing that wacked. He sighed again and slowly lowered himself down look at her better.

"Kid. It's already pass your bedtime probably. What are you doing up?"

Her head tilted and those blue eyes blinked at him before a tiny hand reached out and poked his face where a nose should obviously be if he was human and he rose a brow. "Boop!"

"....Did you really just wack me with a pillow for THAT? Kiddo, you should really find better reasons to wake me up." Two clawed hands gently reached down and picked her up from under the arms. She dropped the pillow from her hold and instinctively wrapped her arms around him as he floated her back down to her bed, the covers were already pulled back from her getting up and her friend snored away happily on the floor next to her bed....He made a mental note to get her a bed sometime. Bow couldn't be expected to keep laying like that on the hard floor, he gently placed the young child on the bed and went to pull the covers back over her-

"You were mumbling something funny." She said making him stop and blink at her.

"Oh yeah?" She nodded. Dang nightmares. He barely had any, but he still got the occasional blast from the past. Wasn't being a cursed prince fun? He pulled the blankets up and she snuggled down with her stuffed toys he hand crafted for her. "And uh..What exactly did you hear me say?"

She shrugged again as she was recovered and he started tucking her in. "Your head was in the pillows." He went to roll his eyes when something grabbed onto his hand. And he looked at her wide excited smile spread across her face. "Can you tell me a story?"

"Squirt, I already read you the one you wanted with the space unicorns," he grumbled remembering the ridiculous book the girl begged him to read to her.

"Yeah. But I always sleep better with a story, and if I don't sleep I'll get up and bother you again." She gave him that cat lipped smug face and he groaned lifting a hand to rub his face and look down at the child in the bed. Before sighing and giving in. She was right. He'd done this too many times to not expect a sudden pillow attack from the hyper story deprived child.

"Fine." He turned back to the bookshelf by her bed and looked over the many childish covers. "Which one do you want now? Space Adentures? Starella? Planets and Star Maps?"

"Your story!"

He paused, and snapped his head to her wide eyed. "What?"

She giggled and turned to her side yawning a bit before speaking. "I want you to tell me one of your stories."

..."My stories eh?" She nodded and he hummed. That..wasn't a very good idea. All the books he read were either lawyer/law books (what better way to help make his contracts better) and scary or mysteries books that were uh...N-Not suitable for children her age lets say. Plus he didn't have any on him at the moment so he guessed he could just make one up? How hard could making up a story for a kid be. She'll fall asleep if he just told her a story about a talking flower making friends with a bumble bee. His hand reached up to rub at his head again before looking at her now clutching the C.A.W agent plus he made her after telling him her adventures in the movie studio. ..."Ok, Ok! I'll tell you one I witnessed a long time ago....In a book. But you gotta promise to go to sleep." She hummed 'Mmm-hmm' and smiled patiently at the ghost who groaned and rolled his eyes again. Why was he doing this?...Well he just had a nightmare about his death-again- and talking about it even twisting the details sounded nice. Not that he'd ever admit it to the little girl. "Once upon a time there was a beautiful flower Princess named Poppy, and a-"

"Pop? Why is she named after a soda?", the kid interrupted blinking confused and he scowled.

"Not 'soda pop'. Poppy. Poppy is a kind of flower on this planet, Kid. Now don't be a rude little lady and let me finish the story unless you want to be grounded from them." She shut up and curled back down into the covers to his satisfaction. "Good. Now like I was saying! There was a flower princess POPPY not soda pop, an evil which named....'Veronica', and a stupid, stupid king." She raised her hand like in a classroom. "....*sigh* Yes?"

"Why was he a stupid, stupid king?"

"You'll see. Now" He grabbed her lamp and pulled the shade off, letting more light flood everywhere and she blinked at the sudden brightness, which a snap of his powers shadows slithered up the wall and formed the outlines of three people. Two women with their dresses and one wearing a witch hat, and a man wearing a crown. They moved as he talked and she watched amazed. "You see. WAY, WAY back before your great granny was even born there was these three. Like I said the Flower Princess was very beautiful. Her hair was a rose red and her skin was as soft a-as their petals. She had the most wonderful patience listeningto her friend The Stupid King, and his p-problems...."His face saddened for a moment as the king and princess shadows held hands platonically...."B-But..she didn't know the king was in love with her. You see...He was too cowardly to tell her or anyone else because he was betrothed to the Evil witch Veronica-" ANother raised hand. "...Yes?"

"What does 'betoofed' mean?"

"Betrothed, Kid. Not betoofed. You know contracts right? How you legally have to follow them because you promised to?" She nodded. "Well basically means the Stupid King promised to marry the witch a long time ago."

..She cocked her head. "But he doesn't love her. That's not like Starella and the Milky Way Prince. They fell in love before they got married."

He chuckled. Even a seven year old could clearly see the stupid logic in arranged marriages and she didn't even comprehend them yet. And his situation, but he shrugged before making the king turn around and ....ECK!! Kiss the hand of the witch who looked like she was giggling. "Well, you're wrong. He DID love her. A long, long time ago before she became evil."

"Why didn't he break with her like in the movies?"

He shrugged. "Promises are sometimes h-hard to break for some people. And he still cared about her in some way, the witch was really, really pretty too, and I guess he just couldn't see past her beauty and wanted to try and make things right."

"That doesn't sound like a healthy relationship." She held up a hand in knowing. "Conductor always says*ahem*!!" She tried to do a bad impression of the old bird and he smiled. "Lassie! If ye ever get yerself whatever the aliens call a wife, at thee first sign of trrrrrouble ask 'er if she loves the money ya makes with mah' movies. If she says yas, she's a no good golddigger and leave before she takes ye kids and house and most of ye money too!!"

He laughed a couple times and Bow stirred in her sleeping bag. Not waking up but almost as he stared at the proud Hat child. "Well that's good advice kid. But she wasn't a golddigger-"....His face slowly contorted to a scowl and looked down. "She was in love with a fairytale. She loved the Stupid King for being like a King from a story. She never loved him for who he really was as long as her fairytale wasn't tampered with. She was clingy, selfish, nothing was never good enough unless it was expensive, and she demanded all his attention all the time. ....Until one fateful day-" He waved his three fingered hand at the shadows and it contorted until it showed the witch with slated eye holes and the king and princess holding hands....platonically of course. "The witch saw the King And Flower Princess holding hands...AS JUST FRIENDS." He stressed. "Nothing romantic. Just two friends holding hands for a little bit. And she got really, really jealous. In fact she got so jealous-" The shadows contorted to the king looking sad behind a cage. "-she blamed him for breaking her heart and locked him away forever. And then she-" The shadows again contorted to show the witch still angry and this time over a cauldron. "-cursed the Stupid King's and Princess's kingdoms. All the plants died, all the animals ran away, and everyone...." he couldn't say they froze to death! "..T-They moved on from there. But karma struck her good and-" She raised her hand again. "...What now?"

"What's 'karma'??"

"It means he got revenge. Justice? Whichever one you wanna call it." The shadows formed to show the king opening the door to the cage and running. "The Stupid King managed to escape and get free, but the Witch's spell backfired. She cursed herself too and was trapped forever in her home, the black magic keeping her inside the cave she dug, but it was too late. The Princess was gone and he never saw her again. The shadows formed one more image of the King holding a flower with his head down in shame."

"WHAT?!" Bow stirred again and Snatcher shushed her. "He never saw her again?" She asked more quietly. "But that's not fair! He loved her so much!"

He shrugged sadly and put the lamp shade back on, making the shadows disappear and he sighed, "It's not all bad. He's free and he got to go rule again without worrying without pleasing anyone else. Not all stories have a happy ending kid, even if it's half decent like this." He stared down to the floor with a frown...before reaching over and ruffling her hair which she giggled at. "It's also a very important lesson. Don't let yourself be blinded in bad situations and don't let someone use you like that. Ok?"

"I'm never gonna fall in love! Yuck!!" She stuck her tongue out and he smiled.

"Good, good. You don't need to fall in love when ...well you're stuck as a kid for all eternity with me now don't you?"

"NOPE!! I don't like that mushy stuff anyways!"

He smiled wider. "Good. Good. Now go to sleep. I need all the energy you can get to fix the well tomorrow."

She giggled again but yawned and slowly closed her eyes and snuggled back into the blackets. As he smiled he looked back to the giant windows, as he looked to the darkned and frozen abyss of the planet they were above a frown slowly returned to the ghostly prince's face as he slowly floated over to the window. Placing a cold hand to the cool glass and watching as it slowly ticked by and he sighed once again.

"Sorry, Princess. I had to be the stupid king to do that."

"Snatcher...I can't sleep. Can I have a glass of water?" The Kid's voice piped up again and he chuckled.

"Sure, kid."

#Snatcher #a hat in time snatcher #A Hat In Time #a bloom in time #hat kid #vanessa #florist #The Florist #snatcher x florist #flowercrown

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toxiccaptain · 4 years

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Bully Oc Quotes: Joey Urban

“Welcome to the mosh pit, ya sleeze.”

[Dialogue]

Greetings:

What’s up dude?

What’s happening hot stuff?

Hey hey

Sup

Saying goodbye:

See ya loser

Bye bye

Peace out

Adios

Duces

Chasing:

Get back here!

Where you running to?!

OH FUN!

Come on, Come On!!

This just got better!

You know I’ll reach you eventually!

Out of breath:

Crap!

Wait a damn min...

Damnit!

So close..

How’d they get that quick..

Walking around talking to themselves:

I swear she’ll come back to me

Whoever says I’m unattractive clearly havent met me

C’mon how could she have thrown out my stuff like that?

Maybe if I give her one of my records she’ll like me again

I always thought talking to myself was crazy, how I know it’s just my nature

I get a hardon for undead cheerleaders

I wonder what other color I can paint my hair

I wonder how many tickets we sold

Will people even show up?

I should rest my voice, don’t need to damage it further

Everyone talks about the jocks but have they seen us?

Dirty...slut...

I should really go over the music

Wonder is tonight is gonna be just as hard as last

Wonder how many girls Will end up in VIP

Maxwell better have my shake when I get back

I swear it’s never easy being a leader

All about DIY, homicide [chuckles]

Maybe it’s her face...or her body-

These people call me a punk like it’s a bad thing

I’ll show them hardcore

Harder and smarter, just how I like it

Who said you needed money to be good? Just Look at me

Conversing:

So you hear about the new kids that came in? They are that bad

These new comers thing they got the hots but wait until they get a load of us, right?

Isn’t it fun just to knock a couple of guys upside the head with an instrument.?

I’m telling ya, it gets crazy just before you pass out

Think about it this way, the more we play the bigger we get, yeah?

Don’t forget we have a gig tonight.

Have you been hitting on the teachers?

Everyone’s so crazy about ms phillips, but she looks like my damn cat, I don’t see the appeal.

Ya hear how Galloway and Phillips are having a little thing together ?

I swear man I wanna hurt these kids so bad

How much longer til school ends? This blows.

Band practice after school?

Enjoying yourself?

Conversation responses:

Oh, right

Yeah yeah I feel ya

Sucks to hear it

I know, I heard

It’s crazy right?

Tonight.

Grow up dude

Noted

Right, right

That’s wild

Heh, cool

Dope

Wicked

Complaining:

These rats are annoying

The principal here sucks

Eff everything man

The bathrooms here suck man, can’t take a leak in peace

Unknown/Cut dialogue:

Things use to be so easy

I thought she’d love me forever

I use to enjoy long walks

I miss her

Wonder if she’ll come back

She threw stuff at me, guess she hates me

I hate their faces

Damn dude, who knew the world was so lonely

I punched him so hard he threw up, it was awesome

Who knew pain was so good

Don’t you just love getting hit?

I wanna break their face

I popped my neck and it almost got stuck

Random bursts of laughter aren’t bad, they help

Pain, pain, pain

I hate sweating but it’s also great

I confuse myself a lot

Eff off

Fan-flipping-tastic

Guys are kinda hot..wait what-

Starting fights with cliques:

[Bullies]

C’mon you sweaty pigs!

Let’s get this workout started!”

Let’s see how hard you meatheads can hit!

C’mon CMON!!

[Preps]

Let me see that pretty blue blood of yours!

Let’s street fight boxers!

I’ll make sure your pretty faces see true hell

This your gonna love!

[Greasers]

I’m gonna love this!

Let’s see how slick you greasers are!

I can’t wait to see you die!

Your pain is my art

[Nerds]

Four-eyes can’t see what’s coming to them?

Im gonna slam your glasses in your damn face

You weak pricks will be fun to snap

Welcome to the big show!

[Jocks]

You tackle girls let’s see you handle a real dude!

Come and get some big boy!

Let’s See if you can really fight from all that trauma!

Your large but it’s not where it counts!

[Townies]

You can keep threatening me but it’s only make if me wanna vomit

You guys have no idea how much fun we’re gonna have

Let’s see how far we can break each other

You’re not that tough, Prove it!

Requesting an errand:

Aye, do me a quick thing

Hey, wanna help with something?

Don’t be a wimp and help me

C’mon I need something

Friendly comments:

Looking pretty decent dude

Wicked man

Lookin killer

Hell yeah dude, rock on

Rock it man

Show me who’s boss

Unfriendly comments:

Your face will make a sweet duerag

Bitch

I’ll crush your face

I’ll rip you open

Watch yourself you wannabe

You’ll never be hardcore, give up

You’re Nothing!

I’ll rock your head off with no problem, and you can’t do anything about it

((Heavy referenced ZED from lollipop chainsaw so if you get it I love you))

#my art #bullworth academy #bully: canis canem edit #bully #bully: scholarship edition #canis canem edit #bully canis canem edit #bully scholarship edition #bully oc #oc #joey urban

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pbandjesse · 3 years

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Day number 3 at this new job. Again I have mixed feelings!! It wasnt bad but I was pretty uncomfortable and that made it harder. But it wasnt a bad day overall.

I didnt sleep as well last night. Waking up was a lot harder. I did wake up at 8 like I wanted but I didnt get out of bed until almost 9. And really I only got up because James made crepes and I was excited about that.

I got dressed, but just in leggings and a sweater. I would change into my overall dress later. I had my crepes and felt pretty good. I worked on some drawing. I chilled. I wandered around the apartment. I had lunch. It was a nice morning. James went for a bike ride so I was alone for a while. Did some cleaning. Need to do more. But It was a nice morning. I felt productive. I also just skated around the living room for a few minutes. But not very long. Im trying to skate at least a few minutes every day. Im getting more and more comfortable. I hope to go outside in them this weekend. Well see how the weather is.

I left for work a little after James got back. I got changed into my work shirt, that I hate, and my skirtoveralls. Felt cute.

But apparently not everyone thought so. Because when I got to work the supervisor made a comment asking if I had something I could change into. Because she felt like my dress was to short. I was really surprised. Like I have worn this to work for a long time. Never had a problem before. And I said as much. But I was embarrassed. Everyone else in the room said I was fine because I had leggings on. But I was super uncomfortable for the rest of the day. Like I felt like a spot light was on me. And even though that probably wasnt true, I just felt really bad. I honestly think that its because Im chubby. That it just looked like I had my thighs out? I dont know. The dress was only slightly shorter than my fingertips. When I got home James said he didnt think it was to short and that I was alright. But it wasnt fun feelings so self conscious all day.

But being with the actual kids was great. I was with 2nd graders today and that class was bigger with 8 kids. But they were sweet. I sat at a desk and watched them. Had to keep reminding them about focusing on class and not on me. I know I'm fascinating but you got class. Its funny though because this class understood who I was the least. It was all good.

I spent a lot of their class time drawing. I did help them with some work but mostly I just drew. I am really excited about how my drawing came out today. I figured out I can zoom in when I draw! A game changer. And Im getting better with coloring in so its not so flat! Im really excited with how it came out but now I feel like I have to go back over the other drawings. But I think thats just how its going to go. Working on those drawing muscles that I dont use all that much.

Around 3 we all went out to the lunch area to hang out. Its a weird system to me but its alright. I set up a table for drawing and for painting and the kids were so pumped!!! That was nice to see. I was very popular. And it was a lot of fun seeing what they drew. A lot for Valentines day, because they are having a door decoration contest. 3rd grade really wants me to be in their class tomorrow to help with that so Im going to see what supplies I could bring to help make stuff for that. Im thinking my poster board markers? Well see.

I was there until 545 again. Letting kids draw on my tablet. Its fun to show them how to draw digitally. It reminds me of me playing with MS paint back in the day. Its a lot of fun.

I was happy to go home though. I left there and was happy to see my James when I got here. He was making us falafel. I was bummed because he had wheat pita but then he had regular ones and I was super happy.

It was a good dinner. And then I spent the next hour retooling my drawings from yesterday. Im excited to see how this drawing comes out. I hope to have more ideas for drawings. Because I want to get better at this and it feels good to learn a new thing.

I had breadpudding and then James made us cookies. I had one, saved the rest for tomorrow. And then I took an excellent bath.

Now I am in bed. Hanging out. Waiting for my hair to dry. And soon I will sleep.

I hope tomorrow is good. Its the kids half day and Im not sure what the rest of their day looks like. So wish me luck. I dont know anything about the day! But I just gotta hope that its just a good time. Goodnight everyone. Sleep good! Be happy!

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dayasbun · 5 years

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Fame - Angus Cloud (2)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn't have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1

Part 2 {reading now}

You didn't do happy dances often, because usually there weren't many things that made you happy enough to dance for. But when you woke up after having the most splendid dream to an email that read:

'Hello Ms. Y/F/N Y/L/N, and thank you for applying for the role as Jess. We have reviewed your audition tape and were quite pleased with what we saw. For the next step in the hiring process, we ask that you come to the same site yet again today at 3 PM for a go through with your possible costar, without the script. If that time isn't good for you, please return this email in its entirety so that we can reschedule, and if the time sounds good we can't wait to see you today. Thank you.'

...a happy dance seemed to be necessary, right?

Your excitement bubbled as you put on a light pink crop and a pair of simple blue jean shorts. The look was overall simple- too simple for you, so you decided to top it off with a few hair-clips, a coat of lip gloss on your lips, and lastly some sweet-smelling lotion on your bare arms and legs.

It seemed as though 3 came quickly, but you made sure you were there by 2:50. 'Better to be early than late', you always told yourself. You always stuck by that.

Walking into the building with your pink jelly wedges clicking against the marble floor you signed in. To your surprise, they called you in at 2:55, earlier than you were expecting.

"Y/N! Punctual and looking gorgeous as usual," said one of the co-producers, Mary, and to your surprise she greeted you with a hug. She was the woman that showed the most hospitality to you through out the time you had been auditioning, a sweet, short little woman that smelled like this mornings coffee.

"Aw thank you, you're so sweet," you smiled letting off of the hug and readjusting the crop.

"So Angus is running a bit late, it happens a lot so feel free to sit over there with the other girls and we'll just see where this takes you guys sound good?"

You wondered how he was running late when it was only 2:57, but you just agreed with a smile and walked over to sit with a small group of girls. All of them glared at you as you sat down, so you decided to weigh out the competition.

You weren't one to judge- or you tried not to be- but god these girls were bland. No hair-clips, no lip gloss- not even a smile. Almost all of them wore the same, a white button up blouse with black slacks, black ballet flats, and kept their hair tied back with a colorful scrunchie. Blonde, with perfectly painted nails and you would bet money they had pedicures to match. There was nothing wrong with them, but they seemed to not know how to have fun from the energy they were giving off, and how boring it must be to have no fun. You honestly almost couldn't help but to feel worried though, was there a dress code in the email that you missed?

More girls began to filter in as the next 10 minutes passed, at least some of them seemed to actually have a personality.

"Okay well imma call you back, I got some business to do- oh you know it you feel me!? Nah wit' the show, like auditioning with all these girls or sum. Yeah okay bet imma call you later anyway, bye."

3:13.

"Angus, you're late." Mary spoke up with a sigh, "I don't want any excuses from you, lets kick this into high gear shall we?"

"Who was giving excuses though like... I just be cancelling my alarm, nobody got time for waking up before 2:45 anyway."

That made you laugh a bit, and apparently louder than you expected, because the whole room, Angus included turned their heads to look at you. Mary shook her head and just looked at the list she held, and you lowered your eyes to look down at the carpeting. "Alright let's start. Girls exit the room, the auditions are one on one with just us, you, and Angus to avoid pressure and judgment."

You all stood up, heading towards the door to pile out.

"Y/N, stay."

Why'd you feel like you were about to get in trouble for laughing or some shit?

You turned around and walked to the center of the room by Angus, but you didn't look up at him. You could feel him watching you and considering you had no idea what he was thinking, you hated it.

"Well you two know what to do, start when you feel comfortable. Y/N has the first line."

You turned your body towards him and looked up, he was a lot taller than you...you felt like a little person.

Before you got too flustered, you let out a shaky breath and started. "But baby, come on you can do so much more, you can- we can travel the world or some corny shit like that, that's what you always wanted to do when we were kids. You don’t have to sell, and we can bring Ash with u-"

"Yeah well we ain't kids no more. Traveling takes money, I put all I got into stuff that's actually useful. I shoulda never gotten attached to you and shit again, damn you always do this."

"Fez..." your voice softened as you remembered this part of the script: 'Jess stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Fez's neck, pulling him down to her. Fez places his hands on her waist and...'

You did as the script said and he did as well. Feeling his hands on your bare waist you looked into his eyes- they were quite gorgeous- and continued on. "You say you want me but you don't act upon it. How am I supposed to be here if you don't open up to me-"

He let go of you and rolled his eyes, "Girl I got shit to do. So you can leave if you finna do allat."

"For fucks SAKE you're- God you're just frustrating! What do you have to do? Go sell? Go talk to Mouse and risk your goddamn life again because there's a drop of blood on money that you stole?! Its so hard to love you and you don't get that!"

"Its hard to love me? Me? Come on. How hard do you think it is to love a bitch with daddy issues that wants to watch Sailor Moon every night- I hate that shit! But I watch it for you- and you just complain about your dad not loving you and how he never coming back? Well maybe you should realize that shits true and move on from it all you do is-"

Your eyes begin to fill with tears and you immediately turned to walk away but were quickly pulled back into Angus- excuse me, Fez’s chest, your back against him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that shit."

You elbowed him in the chest- softly- causing him to groan and let go "You know you meant it. That's it Fez, I'm done." You walked away slowly ruffling your hair-

"Scene! Holyyyyyy wow that was amazing! The passion- are you guys sure you've never acted together before?"

You turned around jokingly bowing as you wiped your tears from the corners of your eyes. Angus laughed and came over to you shaking your hand. "You're good. I like yo' energy too, I hope to see you around set or sum."

You swallowed thickly, if you got this role you could not be this nervous around him everyday.

"It's not hard when I'm acting with someone so talented." You said softly, letting go of his hand after he shook it. He smiled with a chuckle "Thank you, thank you."

There was a strange tension between you two- why? You didn't know exactly, but you knew it wasn't only on your end. You thanked everyone for their time and they said they'd keep in touch. With one last glance at Angus- who had never stopped looking at you- you gave him a gentle smile and then walked out.

You rushed to the bathroom and into a stall, letting out a breath you didn't even know you had been holding in. You thought everything over, the tension, the feeling of his hands on your waist, the look of approval Mary had on her face when you two finished. You'd surprisingly never felt more confident about a role you'd tried out for, and due to that you couldn't seem to stop smiling.

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Oblivion by Grimes

juno had scored an invite to the event from one of the northside regulars that donated last season’s wardrobe to southside thrift. it some warehouse rave in the city, paid for by somebody’s trust fund and their art degree. it was sort of an underground thing, meant to be kept to a select number of people in order to stay inconspicuous. “well look at you, ms. 1%!” toni joked, looking over the cardstock invitation. juno rolled her eyes, slipping back behind the cash register before ringing up a customer’s purchase (two porcelain cat plates, a dented candelabra, and a wool turtleneck sweater with a suspicious white stain).

“i get a plus-one to these events” juno raises a shaped eyebrow at toni, who seems to only shrug nonchalantly. she crosses her arms over her chest, having hoped that toni would have at least caught on to what she was trying to say. “come with me tonight”

“i cant” toni answers quick enough where it stings a little bit.

“why?” she asks, although she already knew the answer. cheryl blossom. toni and cheryl had a catastrophic breakup about a month ago and juno had heard all about it, listening intently to toni as she complained about all of the shitty, manipulative things cheryl did. but despite that, the two of them had been hanging out lately, having dinner at pop’s on friday nights as an attempt to stay amicable, though juno had a theory it was more about the fact that both cheryl and toni had been so absorbed in each other that they forgot how to be around other people. but she’d never tell toni that.

toni sighed. “i already told cheryl that we were on for our little weekly thing, sorry” she flips a pink braid over her shoulder and holds the strap of her book bag a little bit closer, clearly feeling uncomfortable.

“you can make it up to her next week toni, come on, who knows when i’ll ever be able to get us into something cool!” juno throws up her arms in frustration as she pleaded with toni. she couldn’t help but think of outfit options and makeup to try, couldn’t help but want to hang out with toni in a place where they both could be a little bit more anonymous.

toni thought for a moment, watching juno as she flitted through old boxes of hangers stashed under the cash register. there’s a loud crash from somewhere at the other end of the store, and juno jogs over to investigate the cause of the ruckus. in her absence, toni thinks about the question at hand: what would be the harm in going? cheryl would be upset, but she wasn’t her girlfriend anymore, so what should it matter to toni? when juno came back clutching a push broom and a dust pan, toni had an answer for her:

“you’re right, junie, we don’t know when you’ll ever be able to get us into something this cool ever again” toni bumps the girl’s hip with her own and sends her an apologetic smile. juno raises an eyebrow and prompts toni to keep going; “lets go to that party tonight. it’ll be fun, cheryl can wait. really.”

toni waits until the thrift store closes, waits until juno flips the plastic hanging sign that says, “sorry, we’re closed!”. the tall, slender girl looks mischievously over at toni, laced her painted fingers through the smaller girl’s and drags her through the aisles of vintage clothing and trinkets. there’s a flurry of hangers and thick, cold fabric as juno rakes through a store full of potential outfit options, throwing a handful of garments into toni’s arms and demanding that she hit the dressing rooms.

“i can’t wear this, junie” toni sighs, looking at herself in the scratched-up mirror as she pulls at the silky fabric of the old slip-dress.

“and why not?” juno shouts from the other side of the door. “i gave you the dress, you put it on, seems like you definitely can wear it”

“you know what i mean!” toni sighs, unlatching the door to the dressing room and stepping out slowly, her arms crossed protectively over her stomach. juno grabs at one of toni’s hands, spinning her around to get the full view

“antoinette topaz, you’re a filthy fuckin’ liar” juno whispers under her breath, “you can and should wear that dress…” she lets her gaze linger a moment too long before quickly clearing her throat, “you look really pretty. with a pair of tights and your boots? very grunge-chic, very you.” she turns away from toni and starts shuffling through the stacks of clothing, trying to find something for herself to wear; juno was always so much better at picking out things for other people.

the two girls get dressed in silence, with juno hopping on one leg comically as she tried to pull up her skin tight pants. when southside thrift was closed, it carried a sort of eerie feeling, not bad, but eternally present. the two danced around the collections of oddities, applying glitter and highlight and thick translucent lipgloss.

“here,” juno whispers, leaning close to toni with a tube of fine, reflective glitter, “let me”. her usually-clumsy fingers were soft against the apple of toni’s cheek, carefully applying the glitter to her cheekbones. she lets her hand linger, revels in the softness that was toni topaz. juno coughs suddenly, not wanting to dwell for too long, “all done”

toni somehow manages to roll a joint while juno’s driving, an impressive skill that the pink haired girl had acquired over the years of hanging out with sweet pea and fangs. she hands the tightly wrapped joint over to juno, who balances it carefully between her painted lips. toni holds out a small pink lighter and ignites it, prompting juno to lean closer to the flame. the drive to the city is long, there’s too much traffic, but toni and juno had no problems with entertaining themselves. juno grabs the aux chord and hands it to toni skeptically, “can i trust you with this?” the rest of the ride is spent singing loudly and off-key, puffing along on the dwindling joint until juno’s beat-up car turns hastily onto the parking lot.

“your eyes are so red, junie” toni emphasizes with a laugh, looking at her own reflection in her phone’s camera. her caramel brown eyes are bloodshot and glassy, but normal enough looking where she could go under the radar, unlike juno. toni roots around in her purse for a moment before retrieving a small bottle of eyedrops. “you need these”

juno shakes her head, adamantly refusing. “ugh, no way. im too squeamish to put them in by myself, i end up just spraying the whole bottle all over my face” she can’t help but laugh as she feels the heaviness in her eyelids

“let me” toni says suddenly, scooting over the center console to position herself over the other, taller girl. her hand is cold as she rests it on juno’s cheek and the girl laughs uncomfortably at the sensation. with the eyedropper in hand, toni comes closer to juno’s eyes, ready to squeeze the solution near the girl’s irritated tear ducts, when juno flinches and blinks instinctually, the eye drop solution carrying glitter tears down juno’s angular face. “breathe” toni prompts, going back for a second try. the closeness between the two girls provided toni with a moment to gaze over juno’s features; from the color of her eyes and her thick eyelashes, to the slope of her nose, to the freckle just above her mouth.

the two girls moved slowly, as if they both were trying to savor the moment before it could be over. “see, isn’t that better?” toni chastises, pulling on the door handle and stepping out of the car. she straightens her dress and checks her makeup one last time as juno does the same.

there’s a small crowd of people who all seem dressed for the same occasion, so the two girls follow closely behind before finding the entrance to the venue. the lights are purple and flashing, the walls pulsing with deep bass reverberations as juno linked her fingers with toni’s, pulling her into the heaving amoeba of bodies gyrating to the music that boomed throughout the empty warehouse space.

“dance with me?” juno extends her hand to toni and awaits an answer.

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