#just a sketch for the night as I take a break from commissions

[caycanteven]

I needed Lamia!Balsam in my life immediately.

They eepin together cause she gets cold really fast.

#my art #sans #sans au #undertale au #caycantdoodle #balsam sans #horrorfell au #horrorfell sans #lexverse #lamia balsam sans #look at them #they are adorable #eepy duo #i feel like this is how they start out for naps #then in like #an hour #they end up being all over the place #snoring loud as fuck too #just a sketch for the night as I take a break from commissions #enjoy frens

[yyokkki]

Asking to Sketch Them

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle Rosehearts

Honestly a bit shocked you’d ask him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trey Clover

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Devolves into flour tossing and chaos

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

Cater Diamond

“OMS YAY of course ;DD”

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

Overthinker fr

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

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

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

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

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

Deuce Spade

Has never been asked this question in his life

Boy is so stiff and awkward pls baby

He smiles like Oga from Beelzebub at first

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

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

Forgets you’re drawing him eventually pt.2

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

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

Also takes a picture of the sketch

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

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

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

Ace Trappola

Little shit (affectionate)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[stardustsorbet]

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓-𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐖/ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍

WARNINGS ⁞ angst, breakups, mentions of established relationships, alcoholism, crying. writing this because if I can’t be happy nobody can (*´-`)

𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇 — 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄

Kaveh stays up late normally, but when you two called it quits he couldn’t help but stay up even later to keep his mind distracted. His commissions got done abnormally quickly, but there would always be a hint of inspiration from you in his designs. You loved Padisarahs, so in every bit where nature could be featured, there are Padisarahs in patches of grass. Some commissioners seem worried, little tear stains visible on the layout, though he tried his best to avoid ruining his work. Eye bags would cling to his eyes, watching over the thrown away sketches. Just then he could only realize how bad this had all ruined him.

𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 — 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒

This guy is a total dweeb (lovingly) in his taste of books, but once you two break up, he can’t help but indulging in a new genre of literature: romance. He’ll never admit it, as nonchalant as he is, but he wishes that maybe if he read these books earlier, he’d be able to take inspiration from them. Watch firework shows with you, dance in the rain, wash your hair delicately. Maybe then, just maybe, the timeline would be different. You would both be happy in each other’s arms.

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 — 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘

Albedo always appreciated the beauty of everything around him. However, when your relationship comes to an end, he can’t help but notice even more. He’d notice beauty in the things that reminded him of you. For example, a little blue bird wasn’t just a sweet, innocent creature. It was something you’d coo and whistle at, and with everything he could see how your gentle nature would come into play. He sketches absentmindedly, and in each piece of landscape he doodles, he can envision exactly where you’d stand, gazing back at his with that beautiful smile you always wore.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 — 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌

He’s never violent when he’s drunk thankfully enough, but he sure is emotional. Finding forgotten letters from the previous nights, vision hazy as he tries to read the nonsense he spouted onto the pages. Diluc can’t help but test wine of his a lot more efficiently, craving the way he just forgets about you for the briefest of moments, at least in a completely coherent way. In true Mondstadter fashion, he becomes more receptive to drinks poured for him. Sometimes, however, he’ll have a late night at the tavern when another employee is managing and fall asleep upon the counter. He’d wake up with a blanket covering his shoulders, and it smells just like you.

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 — 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

Zhongli never thought it would be unfortunate to work in a slow business, but as boredom kicks in, the mind wanders. Working the front at the parlor is a rather unproductive task, most action going on in the back as the deceased are embalmed and taken care of. It gives him time to think. Think about where everything went wrong, how he could’ve stopped this from happening. He’d think about the future you could’ve had, the places you could’ve gone, the memories you could’ve made. He daydreams about the smallest things, like counting the moles upon your body, waking you up with a subtle kiss on the forehead, things he used to do when things were easier; normal.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin spoilers #genshin fanfic #genshin headcanons #albedo #albedo x reader #alhaitham genshin #alhaitham #diluc ragnvindr #diluc genshin impact #kaveh x reader #genshin impact kaveh #zhongli x reader #genshin zhongli #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #cw alcohol #cw angst

[lastoneout]

Got asked if I had any tips for new artists during my stream today and I figured I'd put them here too:

Draw, seriously, just do it. This is the hardest part and also the most crucial. Just run at it screaming and refuse to back down. You just gotta do it.

Always do your wrist/arm/shoulder stretches before drawing and make sure to take breaks to stretch/re-center yourself if you've been going for a few hours or more! (Here's the stretches I do, and they help with gaming and writing and desk work too, they're just a good idea all around!)

Try to draw less from the wrist and more from the shoulder(move your arm more and your wrist less basically). That and stretches will help you avoid carpal tunnel which is never fun.

Consistency is only something you need to worry about if you're like, working in the industry/doing some types of commissions(like an twitch emote bundle or a comic book). If you're just starting out or only drawing for yourself it literally doesn't matter. Like, I don't think I've ever drawn a character exactly the same way twice, it's fine.

Don't do warm up drawings, do warm up scribbles. Doodles circles and squares and lines and swirls until you feel nice and lose, then start actually drawing.

If you're between 50-90% done with something and you REALLLY start to hate it, keep going. You just gotta power through, cuz chances are it's perfectly fine(or even really good) and your monkey brain is being a jackass coward chugging that impostor syndrome juice.

If you finish and you still hate it put it away until tomorrow or the day after and then look again. Never EVER trust your negative opinions about your art(or anything) if it's after like 8pm.

Re: the above points, as an exampke last night I HATED my new pngtuber model that I'd spent literally all day on. Went to bed and in the morning was like "oh this is good actually". Trust me, tired burnt out you is not a good judge of quality, especially the quality of something you've been staring at for like 4-5 hours.

If, after all that, you still hate it, that's okay too. It's a bummer, but don't try to force yourself to like something just cuz you spent a lot of time on it. Chalk it up to experience and move on to the next thing!

Do everything in your power to not compare yourself to others. It won't get you anywhere. Instead learn to look at other people's art and find what you like about it and try to break it down or do it that way yourself. Dont fully copy/trace ofc, but really think about how something looks and see if you can figure out why you like it and/or how it's done.

OH MY GOD USE REFERENCES. Anyone who says not to use references is talking out of their ass. You think figure drawing classes are bad?? That artists draw from life just for shits and giggles?? No, its because you need to know what shit looks like to draw it!!! USE REFERENCES!!!

Same with youtube tutorials, especially for learning to use digital art programs. Do take everything with a grain of salt ofc(we've all seen the "masculine vs feminine eyes" shit or the trash trend of "I fix my viewer's bad art uwu" ignore that crap) but you can learn all kinds of shit for free on youtube.

If you can feel yourself burning out fucking stop drawing a take a break. Even if you're in the middle of something, or part of you wants to keep drawing. Burn outs suck and it's gonna take a lot longer to get over it if you push yourself until you crash instead of just acknowledging that you're hitting your limit and stopping for a few days. The art will be there when you get back, your health should always come first!

If someone tells you thick line art or anime style or whatever is bad, ignore them. All art is subjective. Draw what you want how you want. Even if it's all thick line art or you stick to sketches or only do anime stuff or chibis or humans or furries or goddamn stick figures just draw literally whatever. If this is just a hobby for you there's no reason to push yourself. Draw what makes you happy, fuck everyone else.

Anyway that's all I've got for now, might add more tomorrow when I'm less tired(and I encourage additions for other artists as I'm self taught and had to learn most of this the hard way and thus I'm sure I've missed stuff) but yeah, just draw my dudes, this is supposed to be fun. You deserve to have fun.

#art

[drksanctuary]

NICOBASTER: Colors

A long awaited post by some! Warning: the accompanying fic while not NSFW is a bit on the mature side.

@them-awesome-rarepairs I hope this doesn’t break any rules? (But I finally posted one one time)

ALSO Special thanks to @pardon-me-what-the-fuck for brainstorming the AU with me and also a thanks to @thinkingjasico , @iridisentry @yonemurishiroku @gutsybitsies @dead-immortal and ofc @thomas-life for the tattoo ideas!

Enjoy the ficlet below!

Tattoo Parlor- One shot

Nico enters through the small side door as he has many times before. But this time it feels different. This time, his shadow magic has taken him here. He usually has shadows take him to the underworld or to Camp Jupiter where he knows Hazel or Reyna will be there for support. But he had unthinkingly travelled here. To the small tattoo parlor/Magic shop, that one might almost miss it if they were scanned the row of buildings it was in. At this odd hour of night, when he knows it will be open but empty save for the owner.

Alabaster Torrington is at the counter, leg propped up, lounging back in his seat. He looks with furrowed eyebrows at his sketch pad as he taps his lips with his pen, a stray lock of hair that appears to have escaped his messy bun falls to his clavicle,tracing the curve his neck.

Nico hadn’t been sure why he'd come to this place at the beginning, but in appreciating Al’s form, neck and lips… Nico knows why his instinct had led him here now.

More specifically, he knows which instinct had led him here.

Nico has the urge to say something to knock the guy out of his concentrated trance. But he just stands there observing him as an unassuming shadow on the wall.

Alabaster mumbles to himself and makes a definitive mark on the page before placing the sketch pad on the desk and finally looking up.

“Gah!” Alabaster exclaims.

Nico grins at him, his smile woven with mischief.

“Di immortales, Di Angelo, you want me to die of a heart attack?” Alabaster snaps.

“That’d be no good, who’s gonna finish my commission?” Nico says, the side of his mouth curling into a smirk.

Alabaster deadpans. “Glad to know my skill with magic is the only thing keeping me alive”

“Isn’t it usually?” Nico says as he hops onto the counter. He folds his arms and flashes Alabaster another shit eating grin.

Al opens his mouth to respond in the contrary, but then, upon consideration, just says “good point” he mirrors Nico’s insufferable grin and adds “you asshat.”

I’d wear your ass as hat. Nico thinks to himself before replying with “it’s nice to see you too”

“Mmhmm” Al arches eyebrow at him before turning his attention back to his sketch pad.

Nico’s nerves feel like sand pulsing through him.How does one segue into asking someone to, how to put it delicately, wreck him with pleasure. He is suddenly very aware that he has no idea how to flirt.

“So…what’re you working on?” Nico says, feeling a bit defeated at his unoriginality.

“You’re latest commission actually”

“Dragon scales?”

“That’s the one”

“Sweeet”

“It’s a tough one though, might take me a bit more time.” Al glances at the calendar. “Granted I hadn’t expected you back for it for another week. Is there a reason you’re early?”

Nico’s stomach jolts. Flirting. Exe has failed to load and he just stands there like an idiot.

“Um…”

Alabaster raises an eyebrow. The one with the piercing in it. Nico remembers thinking about how hot that piercing was when he first saw it. He thinks it’s hot now. Focus Di Angelo! He thinks to himself. Don’t just stare! Apparently thirsty.exe is running just fine. Maybe too well.

Alabaster smiles warmly at him and it ruins his focus again, as now he’s gone from staring at Al’s eyebrow to staring at his lips.

“Y-yeah, no. Just the tattoo commission …that’s why I came” Nico lies. “But if you need more time…”

“I’d certainly appreciate it” Alabaster responds, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms. “Perhaps I can help you with something else? Maybe touching up your ink-sourced tattoos?”

“My what?” Nico says, and instantly regrets how stupid he sounds. He had been only half paying attention as Al crossing his arms had accented his biceps and Nico had been checking them out.

“Ink sourced tattoos?” Alabaster says. “The ones that don’t draw energy from you directly, just from the ink itself.”

Nico smiles dumbly.

“Your failsafes?” Alabaster gestures to Nico’s jacket clad biceps.

Nico is slightly impressed that Alabaster remembers where all of his tattoos are. He has so many. But Nico supposes that it’s because Al works so hard on them that he remembers.

“Oh” Nico says, not hesitating at all to take his shirt off. “Sure. If you could”

It’s Alabaster’s turn to be distracted. No matter how much he’d worked on that torso he still very much enjoys the sight of it. His skin is soft between scars and his chest is beautifully muscled. He looks like the kind of demigod Ancient Greek sculpturists might use as a reference. Alabaster has, more than once, had to suppress the urge to lick those muscles when he got too close. How very unprofessional of him.

But he also enjoys Nicos company. He forces himself to focus on that instead. The son of Hades often tells him the stories attached to each meaningful Tattoo he has. AL loves hearing about adventures and meaningful events in Nico’s life. It was a life he’d left behind. Heroes never die, he thinks bitterly, but they do, however, fade into the background. Perhaps that’s the best way to keep people alive. He shakes his head and turns on his equipment.

Alongside Nico’s tattoos are scars that serve a similar function. The scars tell of battles fought. Of Battles not easily won. Battles endured for selfish Olympians who didn’t deserve Nico’s help. When Nico visits, he tells Al all about them too (sometimes needing some emergency healing as well). But that’s just fine. He’s not going to be callous about demigod life just because his side lost the war. Doing so would make him no better than the negligent Olympians he despises.

Besides, Alabaster is good at providing what Nico needs. Alabaster briefly wonders if those needs include…something more than healing. Something more than the niceties they go through. Something more than the conversations they have as friends.

Alabaster unmindfully traces his fingertips along one of the scars on Nico’s arms. Enjoying the sensation of Nicos skin against his fingertips until Nico tenses under the scrutiny.

“Sorry” Al says, “does it hurt?”

“Oh, -uh nope” Nico’s says hoping he’s not blushing. It doesn’t hurt at all. It feels really good but he can’t just say that….can he?

“Oh good ‘cause I was gonna say…” Alabaster says as he starts the tattoo pen “this is probably going to”

Nico smirks “I’m ready”

Alabaster works expertly. Nico can’t help but watch. Al’s non-pen hand is gentle as it supports his arm but exerts full and firm control over him when necessary; moving Nico’s arm into whatever position it needs to go. Nico hopes those hand skills are transferable to…other things.

“So…” Nico starts “I don’t usually hear a lot about you.”

Alabaster glances up at him. Nico’s eyes aren’t interrogating, only inquisitive. Calm down Torrington, war is long since over no need to be paranoid. Besides it’s Nico he’s….good.

“Listening is easier than multitasking by talking and working, but” he moves Nico’s arm so he can work at a different angle. “I suppose there’s also not much to say…I don’t go on as many adventures as you do”

“But you do go”

“On occasion, to find the odd potion ingredient, magical object or what not”

“Nice, like with this one?” He points to snake tattoo on his wrist.

“Ha, yeah…anything for my favorite customer” Alabaster says with a wink.

Nico again hopes he isn’t blushing “It was worth the extra I paid for it” Nico grins. “I’ve used it at least 3 times since I got it. Constantly saves my ass”

It’s certainly an Ass worth saving Alabaster thinks to himself and he smiles. How lecherous of him. Though did he see a slight blush in Nico’s cheeks when he called him his favorite ? Perhaps he imagined it.

Nico sees the slight grin, and assumes Al is smiling with pride, it’s a subtle smile but Nico notices it just the same. Maybe he can flirt. Or…well, maybe Al was just being polite.

“That should do it” Alabaster says, placing a healing rune index card on Nico’s arm and activating it.

“I am so glad that I don’t have to wait a normal amount of time for the tattoos to heal” Nico says with a sigh as the glow from the card fades and takes the pain with it.

“Magic is truly magical isn’t it?” Al says. His eyes glow slightly as he says it.

Nico hums in the affirmative more entranced by the glow than he’d ever admit. Or was it just those eyes? Nico’s not sure.

Alabasters gaze lingers on Nico’s lips . He saw the slight tint of green shine off of the white gold piercing. He suppresses the urge to kiss it.

“So… what about you?no stories today?” Alabaster asks. Clearly he needs to take his mind elsewhere. It didn’t do to have it be in the gutter when there is a client present. No matter how hot the client is. No matter how he looked at him with beautiful black, inquisitive eyes that seemed to eat up the light around them. Hungry for sights. Perfect eyes for a patron of a tattoo parlor. Perfect eyes for a son of Hades. Perfect eyes.

“Umm… I’ve actually mostly just been helping train some of the younger campers.” Nico says. Knocking Al’s mind back into the present and not the ethereal plane on which he was waxing poetic about Nico di Angelo’s fricking eyes. Not like they’d ever be for him anyway. Alabaster has to remind himself that he is just an exile forced to work the fringes of human and demigod boarders to muster up a living. Children of the big three did not regard such demigods like that. But Nico did always treat him respectfully. It was a low bar, but Nico far surpassed it. He likes that about him.

“That’s good” Alabaster says with a nod. And he does not add any comment about the camp even though the anger still burns within him. The Olympian safe haven…only safe for those who comply. But-

“There’s this 10 year old child of Themis who was attacked by an empousa at the courthouse”

“Hehe I imagine that’s where a lot of those blood suckers work” Al says with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s what I said!” Nico says with a laugh, unconsciously putting his hand on Al’s.

As cheesy as it sounds, Al feels a spark. It’s not a sudden jolt of electricity or his heart skipping a beat. It’s more like, an unexpected tingling sensation. Like being tickled. He’s tempted to hold Nico’s hand as it lingers but Nico retracts it before he can.

“Um…but anyway I’ve been training him with a sword, and he likes to call

It his ‘blade of Justice’ so that’s pretty cool” Nico’s blood rushes to his ears. He know firsthand how it felt to be touched unexpectedly. He mentally berates himself for doing it.

“Pretty cool” Al nods, and this time his response is genuine. He wants to curse himself for how he’d almost got lost in dwelling in the past again. But he is grateful to Nico for reminding him why the camp is good. Or at least better than it was for those minor gods children. It’s not the life he’d fought against Olympus for, but it was still better than what he’d had. He’s happy they have a home.

They belong there with a hero like Nico who can keep them safe in his capable hands. As he’s thinking it Al find’s himself reaching for those hands again. What was the matter with him?

He holds Nico’s hand before he can stop himself and is surprised when Nico doesn’t retract it again. He traces the skin of Nico’s hand that not obscured by the gloves, before looking up at him again.

“It’s good they have you to care for them” Alabaster says, voice soft but still deep and solid.

It makes Nico shiver. He knows Alabaster’s past. Minor gods’ children used to not have a place at camp. And if they did it was shoved into the Hermes Cabin.

“Well yeah..Demigods only really have each other in the end, right?”Nico says

Alabaster meets Nico’s eyes, something stirring within him. He’d said the exact same thing to Ethan back when…back during the Titan war. It was almost as if he was repeating Al’s own words to him. Maybe it’s something Al has said to Nico in the past without thinking it. Or maybe…maybe Nico just believes it. Maybe he and Al’s feeling on that matter align.

“Right” Alabaster says softly with a squeeze of reassurance to the hand that he is holding.

Nico’s heart flutters a little.

Alabasters eyes capture him, they engage him with such scrutiny. Thinking a million things at once, but at the same time…focused on one goal at a time.

“Like I said,.” Nico says “you and your tattoos save my ass all the time”

“Again, You’re welcome” Al says the side of his lips curling into a smirk. This time he gambles. With Nico’s hand in his own,he stands and leans in close, his face inches from Nico’s own their gazes still locked., “it’s…certainly an ass worth saving.”

Nico’s breath catches at the proximity. And Alabaster’s tone was…suggestive? Sensual even. Yes.

“Is that right” Nico starts, so glad he doesn’t have to give the cue, only take it. “Well…maybe you could…do more than just save it?” he says in a breathy whisper. His eyes trailing to look at Al’s lips, and then right back into those glowing eyes. He parts his own lips inviting Al to make the first move.

Al’s heartbeat quickens as he leans in to close the distance between their lips. This time it is a like an electric shock. A surge of sensation between the two of them. They both melt into it. Their breaths becoming heavier as the kiss deepens.

Nico’s mind becomes hazy and his body takes over, finally bringing to the fore, those urges he hadn’t been aware he was suppressing. He grasps at Al’s shirt with wild abandon and pulls him close, sucking on Alabasters bottom lip.

Al’s hand cards through Nico’s hair and pulls it. Asserting some control.

Nico moans and Alabaster notes the reaction. Mmm seems he likes that.

Nico tries to say Alabaster’s name but his voice just vibrates through their mouths as empty noise. He wants to be pulled again. He wants to be pushed. He…wants.

Alabaster can feel the cold of Nico’s lips ring, but the rest of Nico’s mouth is warm and inviting. And the sounds he makes are intoxicating. Al pushes Nico down against the chair with his upper body and positions his lower between Nico’s legs. Nico lets put a pleasured gasp before Alabaster reconnects their lips in haste. He plunges his tongue into Nico’s mouth, sliding it along the front of his teeth before delving further.

Nico moans again before meeting Al’s tongue with his own. Wrestling it. Prodding it. Trying to reach Al’s teeth.

Nico’s fingers move in a frenzy along Al’s back grasping cloth and scraping skin. It’s intoxicating.

When they finally release the frantic kiss Al stays close, both of them breathless, eyes locked with one another’s

“I’ve…wanted to do that for a while now” Alabaster admits

“Yeah?” Nico says. He gives it some thought. “Me too” he realizes.

“D’you-“

“Yes”

Alabaster chuckles “I didn’t finish my question”

Nico smirks “Yesssssss” he says again in a warm breath against Alabaster’s ear, tugging at Al’s shirt to cement his desire.

Alabaster shivers. “Let’s go to my place.”

*****

#nico di angelo #alabaster torrington #alabaster c torrington #pjo #percy jackson #nicobaster #heroes of olympus #son of magic #Shadowmagic #pjorarepairs2023 #pjorarepairweek2023 #blink and you’ll miss the Ethan reference

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LIFE UPDATE

TLDR: Less activity overall on all platform until I'm finished with interning cause low energy/anxiety and stress.

Read more in detail. There's a lot tho. vvv

So I've started my interning for maybe a week now, and it has made me realized that I'm going to be busier than I anticipated.

There will be lesser activity from me when it comes to posting art and I won't be accepting anymore commission until my current queue is cleared (Unless its an on-stream commission which will be done on stream only but even then, I'm not sure if I can even stream like I planned to).

It has been fun and very nice interning, but it also takes pretty much most of the free time I would have had during this third year break. Personal art has been a little low, and I'm kinda struggling to pick up on art for things that's fun for me (Fandom or personal) and replying to DM/Comments has taken more energy than it should have.

Until my interning is done in one or two months or so, I'll be posting less with maybe few doodles/sketches here and there only. (Will still be active on Discord, but mostly lurking.)

I'll also be doing my best to take it easy at least for a bit while working on older comms from the side when able to. I've been dealing with random bursts of anxiety and been riddled with stress too so most weekends would be spent resting. Plus recent dreams I've had left me kinda emotionally exhausted since it was very personal.

Another note, but not as serious. I was looking forward to Art Fight too, but I don't know how much I can do this year :( but I am going to do my best to participate cause I want to! Just don't expect completely rendered art for all attacks.🙇‍♂️

If you've somehow read through all of this, thank you for taking your time, please take care as well and I wish you a good day or night. 💙

#post #vinny rambles #personal #life update #thought it's important for folks to know #Im fighting for my life but life got hands

[microwave-core]

Roxie Posting

Sorry that I've been sitting on these for awhile. I haven't had a ton of motivation to write recently, but I really enjoyed writing these once I finally sat down to finish them up!

First thing that comes to mind, Roxie is a night owl and has an absolutely terrible sleep schedule. She spends most of the night at the Virbank Gym, and other venues around the region when she’s traveling, so she ends up tucking in during the early morning hours, typically sleeping in until noon, if not later. She goes to sleep at more reasonable hours sometimes, but she won’t be happy about it.

She isn’t against cuddling, but it usually doesn’t end up happening, likely because your sleep schedules don’t line up all that well (or maybe they do, I don’t know). If you settle into bed with each other, she’s actually a bit clingy, wanting to be held close, but she tends to sprawl out once she’s asleep, and also shifts around quite a bit. At the very least, it’s easy to get out of bed once you wake up.

Roxie’s style in outfits isn’t particularly set in stone, but her hairstyle is. Letting her hair down doesn’t happen often, much less in public. She usually only lets it down at home, typically when sleeping or showering. Even then, though, it’s not too uncommon for her to fall asleep with the ponytail holder still in. Her hair itself is pretty flat and a bit thin, and doesn’t tangle easily. Surprisingly smooth, nice to brush and card fingers through. 

Music is obviously her passion, and she loves inviting you out to spend a wild night at the club, letting you watch her shred and sing her heart out, taking pride in you watching her work. At some point during the night, she’ll stop in between songs, pointing to you in the crowd, claiming that the next song is dedicated to you. Although, all of the songs are when you’re there to hear them.

She’s not on stage all night, taking a break or two to just relax her voice and fingers and bask in the night’s glow. She loves the club’s fiery aura, but she also loves the cool air of the night. A bouncing joint gets hot, temperature wise, quickly, after all. She’ll seek you out in the crowd and pull you out to sit in a nearby alleyway to unwind, chatting and laughing, before stepping back in. 

If you manage to stay the whole night without heading home early, she’ll gladly walk back home with you, obviously tired, yet satisfied. Always complains about the sun coming over the horizon. The sunlight, though faint in the early morning, is too much for her dark-adjusted eyes. 

When she goes traveling for league business, she asks you to join, obviously. Traveling with a partner is way more enjoyable than flying solo. League work is just work, but once she’s off the hook, she’s walking into the nearest club or bar. Whether she plays a few songs or just vibes in the crowd depends on where she goes and on how drained she is from the aforementioned work (although the prospect of music seems to give her a second wind). She drags you along to the place, and you’ll have to drag her back to wherever you’re staying at a reasonable time.

Roxie owns tons of different guitars. Her iconic black and purple, Scolipede-inspired bass is her favorite, but she has many others. Some of them are relatively normal, but she has other pokemon-inspired one’s, including some other Venipede line inspired ones that came before her current. Loves bold colors, flashy patterns, and unique shapes. Has commissioned Burgh at least a few times to sketch up designs for her. She also plays and owns a few different instruments, but bass is her one true love.

Would absolutely love it if you played an instrument or sang. While she’s clearly very rock and punk in her style, she’s more than willing to indulge in other genres if it means jamming with you. Loves all types of music, whether she admits it or not. To her, the perfect date is just the two of you lounging at home, donned in comfy clothes, while mindlessly prattling out beats together. The compliments on your skill will be endless. Would love to teach you guitar if you didn’t play it already, making for a surprisingly good teacher.

Greatly encourages you to follow your dreams or pursue your hobbies, but also advises you to not just up and leave everything else. Especially if you have an important job that would greatly disturb the life of others if you just suddenly stopped, like her old man did once.

Speaking of her old man, she complains about him from time to time, but she does care about him a whole lot. Holds the whole “suddenly abandoning being a ship captain to star in movies” thing over his head, if that wasn’t already obvious. While she does find him embarrassing, she does introduce you to him once you’ve been together for a while.

She writes all of her own songs, and is usually pretty good at it. When she’s facing artist’s block (or writer’s block? I think both technically apply in this context), she gets incredibly frustrated. She’ll pace around her home, pencil in hand, room covered in crumpled up and torn pieces of paper, until inspiration eventually strikes her. You might have to step in and force her to take care of herself if it goes on for too long, although it might be easier to help her find the inspirational spark she’s in need of first. She can be damn stubborn at times.

The lyrics of her songs do tend to be pretty simple. The intricacies of her work stem from the notes. Loves to inject solos, guitar riffs, and heavy basslines into all of work. She doesn’t stay in the spotlight all of the time, though, giving her bandmates the time in the limelight with their own solos. They’re just as important to their performance as she is, and so she wants them to be recognized for all of their hard work and skill.

Roxie doesn’t just take pride in her music, she takes pride in her strength when it comes to battles, too. Her beloved, toxic babies put everything they have into each and every battle. Whether win or lose, she’s proud of them. Her confidence isn’t arrogance, however, as she’s more than willing to acknowledge another’s strength if they beat her. She likes a challenge, and throws herself into any battle, even if the odds are stacked against her.

Along with inviting you to her gym when it’s a bumping club, she also invites you to listen in to the band’s practice before the night hits. Not only does she take comfort in your presence and value your feedback, it also gives you the chance to watch her face off against any challengers that stumble in. What can she say, she likes to show off in front of you.

She’s… not the most romantic person in the world, but she is passionate. Don’t expect her to come up with elaborate date ideas, nor a wide diversity in the one’s she does propose. She’s fine with going out to restaurants or to see movies if you want, but she’s unlikely to suggest those ideas herself. Most of her date ideas boil down to clubbing, concerts, and walks in the moonlight. 

Middling with affection. She’s not averse to it, but she doesn’t always actively seek it out from you, unless you’ve been apart for a long time. Kiss her on the forehead, and she’ll melt into your arms.

She’s most certainly a little spoon.

Her love language is definitely words of affirmation. She’s not writing sappy love songs or anything, but she’s good with her words, and knows how to string them along to fully articulate how she feels in the moment. 

Now, if you’re in a relationship for long enough, then she will actually write a, if not multiple, love songs for and about you. They aren’t overly sappy, like said above, but they are a bit cliche, as they detail everything she loves about you, and how proud she is of you, and everything she’d do for you. These tracks are for private performances only, though, made for your eyes and ears alone.

In general, she’s a pretty good punk girlfriend. As long as you aren’t looking for the overly romantic type, have a love for music, and don’t mind wrangling her in now and then, you’ll get yourself a loyal partner who will, quite literally, sing her praises for you.

#pokemon x reader #roxie x reader #was gonna put fem reader but i'm pretty sure these are actually gn #if not tell me bc i could be wrong #roxie is so slept on her design is absolutely sick #she's definitely my favorite gym leader in unova #(mainly bc i can count iris as my second favorite champion bc otherwise they would be tied for favorite unova leader) #i also got her alt in masters and she's so good love her #i love chuggaconroy but i've never been so against him when it comes to his opinion on roxie #some crimes can never be forgiven #chugga “i love my girlfriend” to “workers should unionize” to “i love medals” conroy lives in my head rent free #back to junimo cart in my stardew save that has two sophias for some reason #I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AND AM STILL CONFUSED WHY ARE THERE TWO OF THEM

[winter-cheshire-writings]

Echoes and Experiments Chapter 11

Mieko's birthday flew by, and the woman was right back at working again. Albedo was worried about her, but he also didn't stop her from doing what she felt was necessary. It was becoming harder and harder for her to pay shop rent, and she was fighting hard every day to make it work. Albedo didn't want to take that from her. But some days, he felt like he had to distract her, force her to sit and rest. It didn't usually work for long, but Albedo would exploit the fact that she listened to his requests and would turn up the charm to get her to agree. “You're terrible.” She would tell him while smiling. “But I'll rest, just for you.” However, her sleep schedule was deteriorating quickly. And one day, after one of the sleepless nights, someone came by to visit.

“Miiieeee!” A brunette with blue eyes ran into the workshop, nearly knocking Albedo down in the process before clinging to Mieko. The woman gave an exasperated sigh before petting the girl's head.

“Natalie. What are you doing here?”

“Let's go out, Mie!”

“Out where?”

“To fight some monsters!” Albedo was surprised that someone was asking his workaholic partner to hunt monsters, he was sure everyone else in Mondstat thought Mieko was just a shopkeep, save for the Knights of Favonious vision holders and Koyuki's family. Who was this girl?

“Introduce yourself to Albedo first, then. I'll go and change so we can go.” She sighed, getting up from her chair before heading to change out of her workshop outfit. Albedo quirked an eyebrow at the brunette, who turned to him with a big grin on her face.

“Ohh, so you're the one Diluc told me about!” She smiled. “I'm Natalie, I've known Mie and Diluc since I was little.” She grinned. “So, so. You're her partner? Her boyfriend???” she questioned, inquiring about how Albedo treated Mieko and stopping when the woman returned. “So, let's go!”

“Go where?” Mieko asked, seeming exasparated but not willing to let this girl go anywhere herself, much like how Jean treated Klee.

“I got a commission, so let's go to Brightcrown Canyon!”

“Goodness, you picked the most infested place.” Mieko grumbled. “Did you introduce yourself?”

“I did, I did!”

“She did, Mie. Are you sure you're alright to go fight monsters in your condition?” Albedo asked her, knowing her stress was high and her sleep had been limited.

“I can't exactly turn Natalie down. Diluc will throw a fit.” She replied simply, smiling. “Want to join us?” She asked.

“I haven't been there in a while. I will accompany you, to sketch the scenery.” He said, smiling at her.

“Very well.” She nodded. “Then let's go.”

-

Upon arriving, Natalie went right to work and Mieko just hung back and let her hunt down her monsters by herself. “She was always clumsy when she was little, and I think it got worse when she got her vision.” Mieko explained. “Diluc has always worried that she might impale herself on her sword if she isn't careful, so I got used to escorting her around on missions since her return from Liyue, and she got used to coming to ask me so Diluc wouldn't scold her.”

“You must see her like a sister, the way you worry about her.” Albedo pointed out.

“I do, I do.” She nodded. “If Yuki had grown up… I think she and Natalie would've been good friends.” She smiled a little sadly. Albedo understood now why she was so willing to stop everything she was doing for Natalie's request. He took her hand and squeezed it, making Mieko turn to him.

“I'm glad, that you have something other than work to do.”

“Ah, have I been overdoing it?”

“I think you have. You clearly need a break from the shop.”

“Hm… Very well. I'm sorry, if I've been causing you to worry.” Mieko squeezed his hand back.

“You can make it up to me later.”

“Hey. C'mon you two, over here!” Natalie waved from the top of the cliff. “I think I found a good one!”

“A good one, huh?” Mieko sighed. She began walking up the hill with Albedo. “Probably a big camp of Hilichurls…” as they arrived at the top, Natalie pointed at the camp, telling Mieko that they could attack from up here when Mieko froze, whipping around and blocking an attack from hitting Natalie, eyes wide. “Oh no…” A Pyro and Electro Abyss Mage appeared in front of them. “Of all the rotten timing…”

“We need to take care of the Electro first, the Pyro can wait.” Albedo told her, the woman nodding. They fought as well as they could against the two enemies, but something was still bothering Mieko about this. It didn't feel right. As Albedo was thrown back and away from her, something caught his attention. “Mie, move!” She managed to side step a stray bolt of electro coming at her, glaring at the appearance of a tall being cloaked in purple.

“Another being of the Abyss…?”

“What a fascinating little specimen you are.” It cooed, staring right at Mieko. It clearly held some interest, but why? “You fight so hard… Why don't you just go to sleep?” it asked. Natalie was occupied with the Pyro Abyss Mage, and Albedo with the electro one.

“You're not convincing me any more than a burglar breaking into my house telling me to sleep.” She stated.

“How dreadful.” The Abyss Lector laughed. “If you sleep long enough, you can go and see your best friend again. Wouldn't that be nice? Her name is Yuki, isn't it?” He asked, Albedo's eyes going wide when he heard the being say Yuki's name.

“Mie, don't listen to him!” the intrusive thought of losing her to the Abyss terrified him, a feeling that he was very unused to. But she simply stood there, listening to the Abyss Lector talk.

“What do you say, hmm?” The Abyss being asked after offering her the “sweetest dream” of being able to spend her days happily with her dearly departed friend.

“What do I say?” Mieko laughed, confusing the Lector. She looked up at it with a dark look on her face, her eyes strangely sharp and dangerous. “You don't think I hold onto Yuki's memory because I would give anything to see her, do you?” She slashed the Lector across the face, causing it to stumble. “How dare you say my dear sister's name, trying to bait me.” She slammed the broad side of her weapon into the Lector's head, then stabbed her polearm through the Lector's robe. “Natalie. I believe Diluc will forgive us in this circumstance. Go ahead and do it.” She activated her skill, causing dark, dangerous rainclouds to form above the beings of the abyss. Mieko took a few steps back from the Lector and walked over to Albedo as he flung the Electro Abyss mage towards the other enemy. Natalie grinned when she realized what Mieko meant and flung the Pyro Abyss mage, causing it to barrel into the other two. It began to rain heavily around the place Mieko's weapon was plunged into the ground, the circle of rain ending just short of Mieko, Albedo, and Natalie.

“Alright!” The brunette exclaimed, raising her hand to the sky. “Time for a Snow Day!”

“A… Snow Day?” Albedo asked, confused as Mieko took his hand. The sky grew darker and the air chilled. Little white things began to fall from the rainclouds at frightening speed. “Are those…?”

“Snowmen.” Mieko smiled. “Natalie is one dangerous kid, when it comes down to it. But combined with my powers?” She chuckled. “It's much worse.” the snowmen rained down on the Abyss Mages and the Lector, pummeling them. When it was over, the Lector stood up, ripping his robe from the weapon. The mages were long gone.

“You think that was enough to stop me?!”

“No.” Mieko replied. “But this next one certainly might be.” She smiled, a flash of orangey red slammed into the Lector. When the dust settled, there stood the red haired young master of the Dawn Winery. “Great shot, Diluc~”

“Mie.” He sighed. “You can't always count on me to show up…”

“But I can when Natalie is involved.” she smiled, the red haired man clearing his throat.

“Heyyy, Diluc you melted my snowmen!” Natalie exclaimed, hands on her hips and a pout adoring her young face. Diluc paused as he turned to the brunette, sighing as she pouted at him more.

“Is that what you imagine Yuki would have been like?” Albedo asked, Mieko nodding while holding his hand. “I see… What an interesting personality.” He replied.

-

“Mie?” Albedo walked into the kitchen to see Mieko sitting on the kitchen counter again, staring down into her cup of tea. “Is something wrong? It's well after 1am.”

“No… I just can't sleep again.” She stated softly. “I'm alright…”

“You hardly seem alright.” He stood in front of her, placing his hand on her thigh. “This is the 4th day in a row you couldn't sleep, isn't it?”

“I'm really okay, Albedo.” She shook her head, placing her cup down. “Don't worry, I just-”

“Don't say another word.” Albedo's finger came to rest on her lips. “Come along. Bed time.” he helped her down off the counter and took her to her room. “I'll make you another potion, if it will help.” he said as he sat down with her.

“I took the one you left for me… It didn't do anything.” She replied, leaning on his shoulder. “You help me sleep far more than any potion… But even now, it's hard to rest, for some reason.”

“Then, let me stay with you until you manage to fall asleep.” he said, reaching to play with her hair. She was clearly exhausted, and Albedo was getting concerned again. “Since you won't sleep yet… Windblume is coming up, isn't it?”

“Yes. I'm hoping that perhaps I'll make some good sales.” She replied. “Windblume is a big event… I can only hope it will be lucrative.”

“I see… I… Wish you the best of luck with that.”

“Hmm… You sound disappointed.” She looked up at him from his shoulder, smiling. “Were you perhaps… Hoping to go together?”

“I was.” He admitted, staring back at her before kissing her forehead. “But if you'll be busy, I don't want to bother you.”

“It isn't a bother.” She replied. “I will spend some time with you for at least 1 day.” She added.

“That would be lovely… Thank you darling. Now, try and sleep.” He had her lay down and pet her head, sitting at her side until she fell asleep finally. He sighed, staring down at her. “Mie… You keep pushing yourself so hard… Why won't you take a break?” He pondered, smiling a bit as she grumbled in her sleep. He sighed, staring at her for a while before laying down at her side, gently playing with her hair. “One day, perhaps, I will understand that behavior of yours, darling.”

-

Mieko was practically running herself into the ground, and Albedo could see how tired she was. But she pushed through until the week before Windblume, and now he finally had her to himself for a short while. He took her to Dragonspine and kept her with him, the isolation from her shop finally allowing her to decompress a little. He knew her living above her workspace made it hard on her, because work was always on her mind. But this felt different. He took a deep breath as she laid there on his cot, continuing to work on his experiments with a potion brewing on the side for her. The urge to protect her only grew stronger with every passing day, every incident of her not feeling well or pushing herself. Albedo put a hand to his chest, taking a deep breath.

“Mie… What is it about you that makes me feel like this?” he asked, glancing back at her as she rested. He was becoming fearful for her health, for her state of being. “These feelings have grown so deep, Mieko… Can you explain them to me, one day?” He asked as she stirred, smiling as she sat up.

“Did you say something, Albedo?” She asked, rubbing her eyes.

“Just musing to myself, my dear. Did you sleep well?”

“Mmm, for the short while I was asleep, I think so.” She yawned. “It's almost dinner time, isn't it?”

“That it is.” he nodded. “Are you craving anything in particular?” He asked, putting down his work.

“Honestly…? I'm not all that hungry. I'm hoping the smell of good food will work my appetite up.” She admitted, tying her hair back up with the hair clip and ribbon Albedo had given her. “Did you want me to make Sunshine Sprat?”

“I don't mind cooking.”

“I mind, you've been babying me since I got here.” She said, eyeing him from her seat.

“Perceptive as ever, darling.” He chuckled. “I'm concerned for your health. Your lack of sleep worries me. It's been getting worse.”

“I… I know.” She sighed, looking up at him as he walked over to her. She pulled him gently by the hand to sit in her lap and leaned her forehead against his shoulder. “Since that fight with the Abyss Lector, I've been sleeping less and less.” She nuzzled him as he moved to wrap his arms around her. “It's bothering me… The way it called me a specimen… And the way it talked like it knew me and my past…” she clung to his shirt, releasing a held breath as Albedo rubbed her back. “It doesn't feel right, Albedo.”

“What does it feel like, Mie?” he asked. “Can you verbalize the feeling at all? Explain to me the closest thing it reminds you of?”

“I can't tell…” she shook her head. “It just feels bad…” she said softly. “I… I just feel strange… It feels kind of like when…” she paused. “Oh… It's… Similar to the day before Yuki died…” she said softly. “That's the closest thing I have to compare to…” she added to Albedo.

“I see… Well, I'll do my best to stay at your side, so you don't have to worry.”

“I… Alright…” she nodded, not denying his assistance and company. “I don’t know what the feeling is linked to, but hopefully it at least settles my nerves.” she smiled a little, hugging him back. “For now…” she kissed him. “I think having you right here is helping more than anything else…”

“Then, let's enjoy a light dinner and the evening air.” Albedo smiled back at her. “Then you can take what you need from me, my Mie.”

-

Mieko always had trouble falling asleep, but somehow the way Albedo would slide his hand into her shirt and gently rub the small of her back was so soothing to her. She felt so safe when he wrapped his arms around her that it usually lulled her right to sleep. She would nuzzle into his shoulder or the crook of his neck, depending on how he was holding her. Albedo would plant soft kisses to her forehead or the top of her head, and hold her tight. "Goodnight, Mie, darling." He would whisper as she began to fade. Mieko knew that now, there was no one else for her. Albedo was her one and only, as long as he wanted her. But even then, a little voice inside her head told her that wouldn't be enough. That not even Albedo could save her from what was coming, even though she had no idea what that thing was. She sighed, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

-

“Yuki! Yuki!!!” Mieko sighed, opening her eyes. Again with the nightmare about Yuki dying. This happened often enough, but recently it had been getting louder, more painful. She watched as her younger self cried over losing her sister, her best friend. But then something changed. Mieko looked up to see Yuki's parents and brother staring at her. She steeled her nerves as they opened their mouths to speak.

“You're the reason Yuki died.”

“That's a lie.” Mieko muttered.

“You killed our daughter!”

“A lie.” She repeated.

“That damn vision of yours, why didn't you die instead?!” Mieko shook her head, shaking a little.

“I don't know.” She replied honestly. “It was my fault…”

“It wasn't.” Mieko paused, turning to hear a very familiar voice. “Big Sis, cmon, don't cry.” She couldn't see who was talking, but she felt a hand on hers. “I'd never blame you, Mie.”

#winter-cheshire-writings #albedo x oc #genshin albedo #genshin impact #genshin impact albedo #genshin oc x canon #oc x canon #mieko - oc #echoes and experiments

[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Truth About Love ~ 2

THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,335ish

Summary: You begin your new job, meeting a handsome, artistic stranger.

Notes: sorry that it’s taken me so long! Hopefully this chapter isn’t too bad.

It took a week for you to find a job. It was nothing big, just at the coffee shop down the street, but they were willing to work with your school schedule and allow you to work as many hours as you needed in order to pay for school and rent. You had done a stint at a local coffee shop in high school, so you knew it would be easy getting back into the swing of things. When you got home after filling out the new hire paperwork, Bucky was in your kitchen cooking.

“Don’t you have your own kitchen?” You teased as you came over and sat at the island.

“I do but my roommate is working on an art project for a local museum or something,” Bucky responded. “He wanted some peace and quiet so Natasha said I could cook dinner over here as long as I made enough for the two of you.”

“How kind. You know, I’ve never actually met your roommate. He is actually real or a figment of your imagination?”

Bucky chuckled. “His real alright. A real pain in my ass. But I love him. He’s like my brother.”

“You’re back!” Natasha exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen. “Get all your paperwork filled out?”

“Yes, I actually start tomorrow,” you answered.

“How exciting! Are you going to be able to get us free coffee?”

You laughed. “Maybe not free but definitely discounted.”

Natasha shrugged. “Works for me.”

“I’m glad, I was so worried.”

“Will Rogers be joining us for dinner?”

“I tried but he said that he needed to get this commission finished,” Bucky replied. “I told him that I will be bringing some food over and he will be required to take a break to eat.”

“Yeah, sounds like a great relationship you and your roomie have,” you joked.

“Don’t worry, Nat here is worse. So good luck.”

“I appreciate the warning.”

~~~

Your first day of work was exhausting, but it felt good to be back in the swing of things. For your second shift, you took the later closing shift. When you arrived there was one employee, Wanda, and one customer who was at one of the corner tables, working in a sketchbook. His shoulders were broad and yet slightly hunched as he was focused on the sketchbook lying on the table. His blonde locks gleamed at the light shining through the window he was sitting by. You shook your head, realizing that you had been staring for too long.

“Hey, Y/N!” Wanda greeted.

“Hello, Wanda,” you smiled, coming around to the back to place your things in the employee lockers. “Has it been busy today?”

“No, and I honestly don’t expect to get very many more customers for the rest of the day.”

“So an easy night for me?”

“Definitely.” As you tied your apron back around your waist, you glanced at the man in the corner. “He been here long?”

“Oh, our local artist hunk? A few hours. He says he likes the atmosphere. Helps his creative process or something.” Wanda picked up a pot of coffee. “He’s probably in need of a refill.”

“I’ve got it.” You took the pot from her. “You just pack up and go. I’ve got it from here.”

“You sure? I don’t mind staying an extra hour.”

“I’m sure.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Wanda pulled her apron off and grabbed her things. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you.”

You walked across the shop, pushing in chairs as you went. As you drew closer to the man, you were able to see what he was working on. His phone was on, showing a picture of what you could only guess was some town in Europe. On the open sketchbook page was the same scene, from a more artistic point of view. It was a simple pencil sketch, yet it almost took your breath away. You swallowed nervously.

“Would you like some more coffee?” You asked.

“Sure,” the man responded. 

He glanced up at you briefly as you began pouring. Quickly, he did a double take. He had been coming to this coffee shop for a few months and he had never seen you before.

“Uh, thanks,” he said as he cleared his throat. “Are you—are you new here? I’ve never seen you around before.” He internally cringed at the way he sounded.

“Yeah, I started yesterday,” you replied. The bell above the door rang, causing you to turn and notice a new customer come in. “Let me know if you need another.”

“Will do.”

He watched as you walked back over to the counter and greeted the customer. His eyes stuck to you like glue as you helped the customer and the next few that followed. You moved so effortlessly behind that counter. Your smile made the room brighter and your laughter as you spoke with the other customers wonderfully filled his ears. 

Once the other customers had gotten their drinks and left, he pulled himself to focus back on the sketch at hand. Yet, even as he worked, he couldn’t help but glance your way a few times.

As you started the cleaning checklist for closing, you kept looking at the man out of the corner of your eye. He was truly a gorgeous man and his clear artistic talent added to that. Checking the time, you saw that it was time to lock up. You couldn’t bare to think about kicking the man out though, especially when he was so entranced with his work. You decided to let him be as you cleaned up the rest. After thirty minutes, all you needed to do was put the chairs on the table, sweep, and mop. You began to place the chairs upside down on the tables. The sound caught the man’s attention.

“Oh my gosh, are you closing?” He asked, worried that he had overstepped and slightly embarrassed. 

“We actually closed thirty minutes ago,” you responded.

“I am so sorry!” He quickly stood up, revealing his full height to you, and began gathering his things. “I lost track of time. I didn’t mean to make you stay later.”

“You’re fine. All I need to do is set up the chairs, sweep, and mop.”

“Allow me to help. It’s the least I can do after overstaying my welcome.”

“No,” you shook your head, “it’s fine. I—“

“Too late.” He picked up a chair and placed it on the table as you had done. “I’m helping.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to suppress your growing smile. “Okay.”

As you both worked to set up the chairs, the man felt like talking to you more. “Have you lived here long?”

“I am actually new to the city. Moved in about a week ago.”

“How are you liking it so far?”

“I love it. It’s beautiful. Have you been here long?”

“I grew up around here, but I traveled around after high school and only recently came back.”

“Is that why you were sketching that scene? Sorry, I didn’t try to snoop. I just noticed when I refilled your cup.”

“It’s fine. And, yeah, it’s from a town in Italy.”

“You are really talented.”

The man’s cheeks quickly turned a shade of pink. “Thanks.”

The two of you quickly worked to finish the cleaning. While you were gathering yours, he gathered his items and walked out with you. He waited as you locked up the store, turning to him once you were finished.

“Thanks for your help,” you said.

“Thanks for letting me stay late,” he responded.

“Anytime. Will I be seeing you around?”

“Most likely.” You smiled. 

His phone beeped. he pulled it out of his pocket and groaned slightly. “Sorry, I forgot that I was supposed to meet my brother at a bar.”

“It’s fine. I need to get home before my roommate gets worried about me.”

He nodded. “Goodnight…”

“Y/N.”

The man smiled. “Goodnight Y/N.”

“See you around…”

“Steve. My name’s Steve.”

next chapter >

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Venti College AU! Comfort

Warnings: consumption of alcohol, reader is an art student in college, Venti majors in some type of music thing GN Reader

Synopsis: You're stressed with an art project; how will Venti help?

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You cried out, tearing the paper from your sketchbook and crumpling it into a ball, tossing it to the other side of the room. Archons, was this hard to do! I mean, come on! You had three art projects going on simultaneously, an art history test to study for, and an English paper due the next week, which you hadn’t done at all… 

You were already having so much trouble brainstorming for one of your major projects, which drove you crazy! You felt unable to move on to your other assignments, not just because you wanted to have a clear plan for this project first, but because you were just so damn tired! Class mixed with art commissions combined with maintaining your general life was getting to be too much for you. It felt like you hadn’t had the chance to breathe in ages, since every week was filled with buckets and bins of work. These current projects were just from the past few weeks, after all, with you having just recovered from midterms and the commissions you took on the month before.

You sighed, rifling through the papers scattered across your desk, looking for some of the better sketches you drew for the project.

No… no, not that one. Archons, what was that even supposed to be? It seems that because of your fatigue and your being stumped for ideas, none of your sketches really made any sense, nor had any visual interest whatsoever. Frustrated with the horribly abundant amount of failed ideas, you let your head fall to the desk, utterly defeated. Perhaps, if you fell asleep now, you’d get a good idea from a dream?

You barely registered the door to your apartment unlocking or the joyful, “I’m home~” as you continued to sulk at your desk. Nor did you register the sound of shoes being thrown into the basket near the front door, or socks sliding against the floor towards you. It wasn’t until someone practically shouted into your ear that you registered anything at all.

“Songbird?! Did you not hear me return from my late-night rendezvous? I was about to ask how you’ve been faring, though it seems-”

“Venti!!” You squealed, snapping out of your daze and rocketing up from your position.

He chuckled. “You know, dear, your desk is not the best resting spot. You’ll wake up with the most terrible aches!”

“I- I wasn’t sleeping! I was just… taking a short break from my work! I’ve been hard at it all day!”

“It’s 2am, Y/N. Are you telling me that for as long as I’ve been gone you’ve been working? I recall seeing you drawing from morning to right when I left.”

Venti was looking at you with a worried expression. You had truly been drawing and studying nonstop all day–you had even declined Venti’s invitation to accompany him to a party he was invited to.

“Have you gotten anything done?” he asked, and you hung your head in shame.

“No… My brain’s run out of juice! I don’t have any inspiration at all, and I’m already behind on everything and I-!”

Venti clucked his tongue, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. “Oh, songbird, why don’t you take a break? Let’s get rid of that stress and then I’ll help you brainstorm for your projects, ‘kay? I snatched a bottle of wine on the way home! Maybe the buzz’ll give you some ideas~”

You nodded, too tired to argue. Taking your hand, Venti whisked you over to the couch, telling you to stay put as he got everything ready for your break. When he came back, he was clutching two glasses of wine and the bottle, and holding a blanket and a box of cookies in the other. Throwing the blanket on top of you and shoving one of the wine glasses and cookie box in your hands, he grabbed the tv remote and plopped down next to you.

“What do you wanna watch?”

You hummed, downing the glass in one go. “Just something mindless, I don’t really care.”

Time passed in a blur, Venti putting on some silly reality tv show for you to laugh at, and refilling your glass whenever it got low. Before you knew it, your head was resting on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair, leaving sweet kisses on your crown. The drinks were long forgotten, and the tv became background noise as you listened to Venti ramble about his day, words slurring a bit due to his drinking of half the bottle of wine. You listened to how he made some cool friends in the same major as you at the party, and how he saw the most darling little dog playing outside the apartment complex, and how his professor gave him an extension on one of his works, and how he got stopped for an extensive id check while buying wine. The soothing lilt of his voice paired with the drinks and his rhythmic brushing of your hair tired you, and you fell in and out of consciousness. Right as Venti began to sing a lullaby about Windwheel Asters and dandelion breezes, you fell into a deep slumber.

.~

The sunlight was warm and lovely, despite it shining directly onto your face. You groaned, shielding your eyes from the light as you fully woke up. You felt like you’d been born anew. You didn’t recall ever sleeping so soundly.

You stretched, giggling when you heard Venti grumble as you disturbed his rest. You turned over to face him, placing your chin on your hands. “Good morning, love~! I slept wonderfully and it’s all thanks to you! I feel much better now that I’ve taken a break. I think I’m ready to tackle that project again~”

Venti grinned, regaining full clarity. He reached over you, picking up his phone. “I’m glad! It’d be a real shame if you woke up at… 12:37 and didn’t feel refreshed.”

You froze. “12:37?? Wait! It’s that late?! I- I’ve really got to get back to working!”

He whined. “Wait, Y/N, don’t leave! We’ll start your project later, I promise! Let’s relax a little longer!! ”

“Venti! I’ve gotta finish! Don’t..” you struggled to get out of his grasp, “don’t you have work to do, too?”

And that’s when Venti froze. Eyes widened, he looked at you, speechless.

“Oh,” he breathed. “I forgot… I had to write a song.”

#indulgent writing 🍓 #venti x reader #venti genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #venti genshin impact #genshin venti #previously found on theheavilyinulgentgoat. but no more

[lavenoon]

When Sun n Moon were saving up for Eclipse's own body, how did they go about choosing the parts? We all know they accidentally got him a shoddy battery... And I assume making him look celestial like them wasn't really a choice (I feel like Eclipse wouldn't have been comfortable if he wasn't also celestial) but when it came down to colour, size/height, amount of arms, and anything else...

Did they just ask him and see what he wanted? or was the only thing he really chose the amount of arms?

Also! What influenced his choice if he did get to choose everything? Is purple his fav colour? Did he just like the idea of four arms? Or did he have ghost limb syndrome while with his brothers and getting his own body was the perfect way to fix it? Was the height just to spite them? or because he genuinely felt like it would be fun/good?

-G

The short answer, from the day I got the first ask about Eclipse, is this:

The long answer Imma put under the cut!

To get Eclipse a body, Sun and Moon went to a private engineering company, a small one, the type with one senior engineer and a couple assistants in training and that's it. It's all they could afford - commissioning one of the bigger firms would have cost much, much more (some of it simply paying for the brand, but some of it marking qualitative differences).

So what they did is they had a certain budget, went to that company, laid out said budget, and then were told "Should be doable, yeah. What were you thinking of?"

So unlike a grumpy "fine" the switch here is actually intended. They give Eclipse that agency - it's his body, and while usually animatronics don't really get a choice (similarly to humans), he can have it and they won't deny him that. It's a long, long conversation of how important it is that he has to give the control back, with pre-discussed boundaries and the consequences should he break their agreement. Eclipse does agree, but also that's when the spite comes out.

He gets a little "test" run, where they let him out at home - he's not bound by their timer, as the timer is programmed only for Sun and Moon, but him being out also overrides said timer, so unless he chooses to retreat, he doesn't. But he's good, and only does a couple concept sketches like for any other commission - he's just not asking for art of an OC, but instead commissioning his actual body. Sun and Moon leave him to it, as tempted as they are - but Eclipse didn't ask for feedback, and so they go into rest mode with that weird anxiety of "it shouldn't be both of us in here, not in control".

Sun and Moon are backseat drivers when Eclipse gets to take his sketches and notes to the talk about details within the budget, too. This time they stay awake - and their mindspace is a mix of quiet judgement and "What did we expect" flavored resignation when he sits there and introduces his vision.

The height and arms are pure spite (no ghost limbs! In fact, he has to get used to four arms when he first has them - and much like discovering any fidgets, as soon as it clicks, he's going wild for it), the rays an attempt at familiarity and still individuality, and the colors... He didn't want blue, or yellow. He doesn't hate them as colors, but looking at "his" split face just kept reminding him that he wasn't planned, and that's why he looks like this. He wanted something cohesive, something matching, something that's him.

He chose a dark color scheme, thinking of actual eclipses, and then looked at the visible light spectrum available to him, and, well... Did you know that all those beautiful shades of pink and purple and magenta don't actually have their own wavelength? It's, in a way, a lucky coincidence we can see them - a miracle maybe even! So of course, as soon as he finds out about that nugget of information, he knows what color scheme he's going for.

The night vision eyes he haggles for are still teal - that's simply the color they come in. But then he gets to discussing other features, with immediate feedback on whether that's an option or not within the budget. Spinning rays? No. Withdrawing rays, to avoid damage/ injury? Fine. Sharp teeth only? Yeah, sure. And so it all continues, but, well...

Four arms are an unexpected extra cost, and while the contractor told all three of them it would be fine, they cut the cost elsewhere.

Namely, the battery.

It's not like Sun and Moon bought the battery itself - they simply trusted a professional who valued their income over transparency. Rookie mistake - but also a matter of circumstances, and still the two feel guilty. They were the ones who chose that company, they were the ones who put their trust in a shoddy firm, and now Eclipse is paying the price.

Eclipse blames them, too, for a little while. Silently, most of the time, but they had at least one fight with the arguments "We paid for your body and didn't even ask you to pay us back" "Oh, sorry, was I supposed to feel grateful for the wack battery life?" and it's not good for any of them. They all feel bad afterwards, both for what they said and what was said to them, but can't quite say why, and it's all too raw to apologize.

It's one of those things that come back later, when they've all grown as people, and had that distance they needed first. Sun and Moon keep a savings account for a new battery as soon as it's clear that Eclipse warrants more than enough repairs (even pre-agency) due to reckless endeavors and will take a decade to save up for one at the speed he's going, though it's slow going because they also help out with those repairs. Only when Eclipse starts working at the agency and gets first full, later partial covering for the cost of repairs can they all breathe a little easier (metaphorically), and the true saving can begin

(Eclipse has about a year on Sun and Moon in the agency. He gets to skip a lot of training by directly applying to the labs. He finds out about it by overhearing a conversation of a few careless agents, and, well, why wouldn't he apply? It's exciting, he'll be funded, he'll have fun! A couple months later, after he almost immediately spilled the beans upon acceptance, Sun and Moon get fed up with their current jobs, and decide to give the agency a go. Applying takes a bit, and another few months pass while their backgrounds are scrutinized before eventually being admitted. They spend the training period with Eclipse still, but as soon as they get declared full fledged agents, they get transferred. They already made a name for themselves during training, hence their quick rise of ranks that puts Robin on edge. As bonus timeline info)

#answer let luce #G asks #accidentally undercover #this fits well thematically with the other Eclipse centric ask from yesterday #hope this is about as informative as you expected #I am also very eager to get dinner currently and refuse to proofread #let's hope this all makes sense #another 1K words lmao that really is the long answer #purple boy is a miracle and will never let anyone live it down #good for him <3

[cable-knit-sweater]

for your follower celebration, how about stucky + melt ? ❤️❤️

Thank you both so so much!!! You’re both so wonderful, and these prompts are wonderful, and I just felt like adding them together, and I hope that’s okay @sanguineterrain & @xoxobuckybarnes? Either way, I had a lot of fun writing this one. 🥰

A little inspired by my Summer Days, Summer Nights fic, a little pre-war Stucky for the both of you, I hope you enjoy 💖💖💖

Stucky + Melt + Beach, Teen, 2.2k

Read on Ao3 or below

Usually, Steve likes summer. He doesn’t get sick as easily as in the fall or winter, his allergies don’t act up as much as they do in the spring. But it’s the end of July and they’re in the middle of a heatwave that’s become a little unbearable, even more so because their shitty little apartment seems to trap all the heat inside. It’s hard to find some kind of relief, and both working and sleeping, doing anything really, has become difficult.

Steve has started to get up earlier in the morning to get some of his sketches done, sitting outside on the fire escape to catch a cooler morning breeze if he’s lucky, and work on his commissions. He doesn’t get too many, but every so often a company will pay him to draw an ad for them, and he’s grateful for it. Even more so in this kind of heat, because he can’t imagine doing a more physically demanding job in these kinds of circumstances.

He sees how it’s getting to Bucky, the long hours at the docks with not enough breaks, working on little sleep because he too is kept up by the heat at night. He’s been in a bad mood for days now, thinks he’s hiding it well enough from Steve, trying to put a smile on his face and making the same bad jokes he always does. But Steve can tell. They’ve known each other for too long, it’s been the two of them together against the rest of the world for too long, for Bucky to be able to hide from him that he’s struggling. His laughs look and sound a little forced, he looks drained of energy, has trouble getting out of bed in the morning.

Steve wants to do something about it. He can’t change the fact that they live in a shithole that makes getting through this heat so hard. He can’t change the fact that Bucky needs this job, that they both need it to get by. He definitely can’t change the weather, even if he wishes he could. For Bucky. But what he can do, and what he’ll try his very best to do, is to make it a little more fun, get Bucky out of his head a little, and change up their everyday drudgery. It’s the least he can do. Bucky would- and has - do it for him.

Bucky works most days of the week, but usually has Sunday’s off. It’s 8 in the morning, temperatures still low enough at this time of day to manage easily. Steve gets up to make some coffee - he’s not sure how Bucky drinks this dreg but he seems to need it even more than usual these days - before going over to Bucky’s cot and shaking his arm a little, trying to wake him up.

“Hmpff. Steviee”, Bucky grunts, “‘s my day off, can I jus sleep in a little?”

“Sure. You can sleep on the train”, Steve grins, trying to drag a reluctant Bucky out of bed. “Even made you coffee, come on, ‘s not that early”

Bucky grumbles and grunts, making his way over to the little kitchenette to get a mug, mumbling under his breath about why he even bothers with Steve. He tries to look annoyed, a little pissed off, but with his messy hair and heavy lidded eyes, he mostly looks adorable to Steve. He has to struggle to not grin too hard at the sight.

Once he’s had a couple of sips of coffee, Bucky mellows out. He seems to have finally registered what Steve had been saying before. “Train? What do you mean train? And what are you packing all that stuff for?”, he asks Steve, who’s slowly trying to gather what they need.

“We’re going to the beach”, Steve responds, trying to sounding determined and like he’s not taking no for an answer. “Don’t argue with me, we both need a couple of hours away from this place.” At Bucky’s unsure look, he softens. “Come on Buck, we deserve some fun. Let’s go to the beach and cool off a little. Fresh air will do me good?”

It’s when he says that last part that Steve knows he has Bucky. He’ll never say no if it’s something that will benefit Steve’s health. He knows it’s a little underhanded, but it’s also not a complete lie. And Bucky is so stubborn, he’ll never do anything for himself. So Steve makes do with what he can. Unsurprisingly, Bucky agrees to go, and before they know it they’re on the train to the Rockaways. Even this early in the morning, the train is pretty packed, but they still find somewhere to sit, and the trip isn’t too bad.

They spend all morning walking across the beach, Bucky collecting seashells, dipping their feet into the water. Finally they drop down in a more quiet spot, Bucky with his book and Steve with his sketches, under the shade of a parasol to avoid getting sunburned. It’s quiet enough, the sounds around them mostly of the crashing waves and squawking seagulls. When Steve looks over to Bucky, he can already see the effects of the day on his face. He looks less tense, the lines on his face smoothed out, less of that ever-present frown visible. He’s glad that they did this.

Around lunch time they find something cheap to eat around the boardwalk, which ends up being a couple of hotdogs, and after letting their food settle for a bit, they decide to finally go for a swim. It’s not yet the hottest part of the day, but it’s warmed up significantly and it’s as good a time as any to cool off.

They splash around in the water, yelling and laughing at each other. Steve can’t help but take a couple of appreciative glances at Bucky’s torso, how muscular he’s become doing all that heavy work at the docks. He looks…he looks strong, beautiful. He tries to look away before he’s caught staring, but judging from the considering look on Bucky’s face, he’s not sure he was all that successful.

When it gets too hot to be out in the sun, they look for some shade again. Bucky decides to lie down and take a nap, and while Steve at first is thinking of doing the same, one look at Bucky and he can’t help but want to draw him like this. He’s on his back on the old bedsheet they brought, using his book as a pillow, his wet hair starting to dry in wild curls but still clinging a little to the sides of his face, a curly strand hanging over his eyes. The shells that he collected earlier are spread out on the sheet next to him.

He looks magical to Steve like this, with his relaxed features, now lightly tanned skin and the sunlight hitting him at just the right angle to make him look like he’s glowing. He spends a lot of time trying to get it right, put all that’s he’s seeing on paper, even if he’s certain he can’t do it justice.

After a while Steve must doze off too, because he wakes up to the sound of someone nearby chuckling. When he opens his eyes, he’s staring directly at Bucky, who’s looking at him with the biggest grin on his face. “I think you’re gonna need to get back in the water to wash some of that off pal”, Bucky chuckles.

When Steve looks down at his hands, he sees they’re covered in black charcoal smudges, from where he must have pressed too closely against one of his sketches. But judging from Bucky’s look, it’s not just on his hands. “‘s on my face too isn’t it?”, he asks with a deep sigh. “Oh yeah it definitely is”, Bucky says, before bursting out with laughter. Steve can’t help but smile at the sound too.

He goes to wash off, and when he comes back he sees that Bucky’s packing up their stuff. “Probably shouldn’t wait too long before going back”, he says without looking up, and Steve nods wordlessly. He doesn’t realize Bucky is waiting for an answer until he looks up at Steve expectantly. “Oh yeah probably a good-“, he starts but he freezes when he feels Bucky rub a finger over his cheek, his hand lingering for a while. He looks at Bucky with wide eyes, brings up a hand to touch the spot Bucky’s hand just left. “What…”

“You just had a little smudge of charcoal left is all”, Bucky says, but it’s quiet and he seems to refuse to look into Steve’s eyes when he says it. He’s pretty sure he can see Bucky’s starting to blush. “Oh. Oh t-thanks Buck”, he manages. He’s sure he’s blushing now too. They pack the rest of their stuff in an awkward silence.

The awkwardness goes away by the time they’re on the train, and they both doze off a little, Steve’s head resting on Bucky’s shoulder. Steve feels great though. The sea air definitely made him feel better, and he can see how much more relaxed Bucky is, having had a little bit of fun and time to rest and a place to cool off. He thinks the day’s a success, and vouches to try to do this again sometime.

When they get home, Bucky leaves almost immediately, quickly telling Steve he “has something he needs to do”, rushing out before giving Steve any more explanation. Steve shrugs and decides to go sit on the fire escape. Their apartment is definitely unbearable right now, stale hot hair having been trapped there for most of the day. He sits down with his back leaning against the wall, trying to get comfortable but not succeeding, so he decides to go get a pillow. But when he’s in the bedroom, he thinks he might as well just bring the thin little mattress with him too. He puts all of the bedding on the fire escape and by the time he’s finally settled, he hears the front door open.

“Stevie? Where-“ he hears Bucky call, but he must have spotted him because soon he’s climbing out of the window and settling next to Steve. “We’re sleeping out here now?”, he asks, and even if Steve hadn’t considered it before, he’s definitely considering it now. “Maybe we should, probably more comfortable”.

Bucky nods, humms. “What did you need to go do so urgently?” Steve asks him. Bucky smiles at him brightly, then shows him what he’s apparently been hiding behind his back. It’s an ice cream cone. “‘s just the one, they ran all out and I couldn’t have gotten back & inside with two all that easily anyway. But we could share?”

Steve smiles back. “Course we can share. Thanks Buck.”, he says when Bucky hands over the ice cream. He takes a couple of licks, feeling like his face is burning with the way Bucky’s full attention is on him. He coughs and hands the cone back over, quickly looking away. It’s only when Bucky nudges him to take back the cone again that he dares to look back up. He can’t help but grin. There’s a smudge of chocolate ice cream on Bucky’s nose.

Before he knows what he’s doing, he reaches out with a finger and wipes away the ice cream, licking it off his finger after. Bucky makes a strangled sound that has Steve looking up, when he’s just about to have the last of the quickly melting ice cream. The air around them seems filled with tension, neither of them seeming capable of looking away.

Bucky seems to come to a decision, a determined look on his face. “I think we said we were gonna share”, Bucky says, his voice sounding a little rough. Steve looks at him questioningly, is about to hand back the almost-gone cone, but Bucky shakes his head. He can see Bucky take in a deep breath, before leaning in, until their faces are so close together, their lips are almost touching. “Tell me not to” Bucky whispers. Steve has to swallow, has to breathe in deep, feels his heart start to race. Instead of answering him, he just leans in.

He feels like he’s about to burst out of his skin, Bucky’s soft lips touching his, a chill going down his spine. It starts out soft, but quickly gets heated. Bucky bites down on Steve’s lower lip, making Steve him, enough for Bucky to take advantage and slip his tongue in, deepening the kiss. Steve can taste him, the sweet taste of chocolate ice cream and something that must just be him. Steve feels like he’s never tasted anything better.

They stay like that for a while, kisses eventually slowing back down to something softer, the two of them melting against each other. When the night starts to fall, Bucky brings out another pillow, and they lie down side by side, staring up at the sky. While it’s cooler there, much more bearable than trying to sleep inside, it’s still pretty humid. But they don’t mind so much anymore. Steve falls asleep with his head pillowed on Bucky’s chest, the sound of his heart beating below his good ear, a smile on his face. Steve really likes summer.

#maya’s follower celebration #maya tries to write #pre war stucky #stucky #fic

[raitrolling]

Life Update

=> A new video has been uploaded to Velour's channel!

[Transcription below]

Hello everyone, welcome back to another Velveteen Vanities Vlog. It's been a while, hasn't it? I apologise again for the radio silence, but if you've seen the statement I put out on Twitter and also on the community page here a couple weeks ago, you probably know that I've been on a mental health break for some time now. But, I thought now might be the time for me to keep you all updated on what's going on. Firstly, I'm here to tell you all that I am okay! This break has been doing wonders, as someone who has been working non-stop since I was around six sweep old, all this rest has been quite welcome! I've even picked up a new hobby, which is drawing more than just my fashion sketches. It's been difficult as I've never drawn so many faces and hands in my life [laughs], but! It is also very rewarding, and I highly recommend it to anyone who has wanted to start drawing to just pick up and pencil and have a go! It doesn't matter if your first attempt is not perfect, as every new sketch is a new learning experience! Secondly - and probably what you have all been waiting for the most, - I do have to say that at the moment I will be continuing my hiatus for the most part, but I do plan to slowly working myself towards a proper schedule again. This was also at the behest of the professional I have been consulting with, who thinks this is the best course of action. And I agree! Sometimes it is better to dip your toes in the water first, rather than jumping straight into the pool and discovering that it's incredibly chilly! So, you may see the occasional video from me for time to time, but at the moment there will be no set schedule. I hope you guys are looking forward to my return, and I'm looking forward to getting back into the swing of things once more! Slowly, of course. Thirdly, and following on from the last point, while I still will not be making any public appearances or interviews for the time being, I will be reopening my custom outfit commissions soon! I will be taking on a smaller workload than usual, but just like my videos, I do plan on easing myself back into a more consistent work schedule. I will be putting an interest check up on my website shortly, as well as readjusting my prices and terms of service. Finally, I have one more special surprise to tell everyone... Which is, well... I have a moirail now! Yes, you guys might not have seen it coming, and we weren't sure the best way to announce it, so... Consider this a soft introduction? We're still working out on if my partner would like to make a public appearance on the channel, or if he would prefer to stay out of the spotlight, but! Whatever decision he makes, please do show your utmost respect for his wishes. It's been wonderful having him by my side during my hiatus and I cannot express how grateful I am for him with words alone. He's a real darling, and I do hope you continue to support me and my new relationship for the future. And, well... That's all for tonight! Thank you again for listening and continuing to support me during my hiatus, and I look forward to seeing you all again in my next video, whenever that may be! Have a great night everyone, this is Velour, signing off!

[Transcription ends]

#raidiculous artings #drabble #velour #part 1 of 2 :) i'll be posting the second part tomorrow probably #i was gonna do it all in one sitting but then i was like. wait shit i need the url for part 2

[oatmealmika]

attack on titan characters and random jobs (modern au)

tw : multiple curse words

part 2 part 3

Eren Yeager :

• definitely got a job at a fast food restaurant and manages the drive thru.

• i know this little fuck has gotten into a fight with a customer at least once it was jean.

• him and jean

• he actually gets along pretty well with his coworkers, they just think he’s a bit much.

• when the customer asks for something he suggests, he would think about it for a while, saying little side notes like, “oh wait, the chicken tenders suck…” and “don’t recommend the apple juice, it’s expired”.

• he’d end up getting fired, but hey, he was forced into getting a job by his mom so he couldn’t care less.

Mikasa Ackerman :

• i headcanon she plays the guitar and she would sometimes do gigs at restaurants.

• the songs she’d play are a mix of covers and songs she actually made.

• the songs she’d write would sound like mitski’s music.

• eren, armin, jean, sasha, and connie, being supportive friends, came to watch her play.

• on the topic of her friends, if they knew the song she was playing, they’d sing along.

• once, she was singing a mitski song and eren was screaming his lungs out. he had to leave.

Armin Arlert :

• would work at a library and read to the little kids they love him so much.

• he is very good at reading to an audience because of how clear and nicely toned his voice is.

• the kids would be super into the book, too. like, they’d be flipping out over how molly befriended her enemy because of the power of friendship.

• he really cares about the kids and would give them life advice and emotional support for whatever’s going on in their life <3

• when eren and mikasa came to pick him up, they saw how he was with the kids and they melted-

Jean Kirstein :

• does online art commissions

• and has the prices to be way too expensive

• like, yes, artists do deserve to get a rightful amount of money, but jean would charge wayyy too much (lmao)

• marco is standing next to his desk like, “jean, you’ve been working all day, let’s go to sleep”.

• “yeah, no”

• he actually has a youtube channel where he usually does reaction videos, but he doesn’t get paid for the videos. he’s always plugging his art on his channel.

Connie Springer :

• comedy youtuber

• whether it’s sketches with sasha, reaction videos, or vlogs about him going to disneyland, this man does it all.

• i think he’d make similar content to anthpo.

• and, like anthpo, he’d invite his friends to do stupid stuff with him. his followers know all of his friends’ names by heart, at this point.

• he’d take pranks too far and jean would scold him on camera while connie tries to tell him the camera’s still on.

• “j- jean… the camera’s-…” “no! no more interrupting me! you have to change.”

• i think his channel can be summed up in the “how much did you pay for that taco” vine.

• also really good at doing impressions.

Sasha Braus :

• a sign spinner

• doesn’t even know anything about the business she’s doing this for, she just had debt to pay.

• really talented, actually. she invited connie to watch her at her job once and he beatboxed.

• a chef from the restaurant down the street comes to give sasha food everyday, and he sits with her during her lunch break.

• “thank you, nicolo!!”

• connie and jean ship them

• this girl never loses her energy, istg. she could do this all night if her boss didn’t make her leave.

Historia Reiss :

• if she wasn’t forced into working for the family business, she would be manicurist.

• she’d talk a lot to customers but it’s endearing :)

• “and then reiner was all like-…” “uhm… miss? you’re painting on my skin…”

• straight up insults the music they play in the salon.

• “this place really needs to up their game on the music…”

• then she’d start taking about how her girlfriend’s job has good music.

• sometimes her girlfriend, ymir, comes over and does weird shit in the salon. like, if somebody dared her to cut a large chunk of her hair off, she’d do it.

• ymir would be told to leave, but historia would make her manager let her back in.

• if she finds out a client is also queer, she invites them to lunch with ymir. she wants to be friends with all the local gays.

Ymir :

• growing up, she had this friend named porco and they opened a motorcycle shop together.

• they’d also have some 10/10 music playing, this is a playlist of what i think would play in their shop :

• probably charges extra money for when her friends come get their bike checked out (like the little shit she is).

• porco and ymir pick on this customer that comes in sometimes, his name is reiner, idk if you know him-…

• if you ship pieck x porco, here’s something : ymir is porco’s wingwoman and is excruciatingly obvious about porco’s feelings about pieck when talking to her.

• if pieck reciprocates his feelings, they, with ymir and historia, go on a double date <3

• if they’re not playing music, they’re playing a true crime podcast.

Reiner Braun and Bertholdt Hoover

• run a podcast together!! it ranges from true crime, to tv show analyses, to just gossiping about whatever comes to mind.

• one time, reiner started confessing his deepest, darkest secrets on an episode of the podcast and bertholdt was like, “re- reiner! that’s enough, right??”

• they edited it out, though, because nobody wants to hear about what age reiner pissed the bed ‘till.

• if they ever cover a horror-related thing, bet your ass bertholdt would be internally petrified.

• “and did you know [insert very gruesome and disturbing thing, in graphic detail]?” “no, i didn’t, reiner! just please carry on!!”

• reiner notices how scared bertholdt is when doing horror related things on the podcast, so they eventually stopped doing them.

• overall, they’re pretty funny on the podcast and invited connie onto their podcast, which only made the podcast even funnier.

Annie Leonhart

• this one could be very obvious : personal trainer, or not so obvious : dog walker.

• we have to think about this : would annie (my beloved) really be into socializing with others? would she enjoy being a personal trainer? i don’t really think as such…

• and, it sounds very strange, but annie being a dog walker makes sense to me.

• 1.) she doesn’t have to interact with people that much. 2) she’s getting a workout, while getting paid!!

• i think annie would be down for that, would she not?

• dogs love her. she loves dogs, she just doesn’t seem the type to like them, though.

• annie would talk halfly to herself, halfly to the dogs.

• “and, so, mikasa said-…”

• slay :)

(let me know if i should make another one of these for other character)

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #jean kirschstein #connie springer #sasha braus #historia reiss #ymir #porco galliard #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #annie leonhart #attack on titan headcanons

[visionthefox]

does anyone still use Sai 2 ?

and also use windows 10 ? im so so tired, the app works fine, then the next day it wont open.. this is the 3 time now.. I donwloaded so many others .exe , I delet it, and re install it again, nothing I did last time changed! is like any other night! I was just cleaning up sketches! and today no Sai.exe open, none of the 3 files I have! and no, I can not affort pay over $40 dollars, the money I make goes directly to buy food and pay taxes.. and just, the app worked just fine!! why? is it because is windows 10 pro? Is it because my ran is too filled?? why?? I need to finish so much work.. please if you use paint tool sai 2 , please help me out, I need to finish this work, I need the money of the commissions! I did every step that reddit shows up, I have tried getting any sai.exe that I can get.. I just dont get it, it worked yesterday , I was drawing ! why today wont open?? Edit- had to move some files from a unfinish Sai 2 to the files I already have.. lets see how long it takes to break again.. Edit 2 - seems like the issue is the custom brush I made for myself.. any of those files may have corrupted, ending with first an error that Sai cant open..something like "createprocess failed with error 2" I suppossed that the "creaste process" the app tried to bring back my tools, it was after I kept trying that suddently it would open but not respond, forcing me to use the adm. to force the app to close.. so yea.. Im sure there's only 3 ppl left that use Sai . but in case my future self gets in trouble, or anyone, I'll leave this here..

#help #paint tool sai #help with art app #please this is getting ridiculous

[max-cortez]

location — the midnight club

character — @leviroyce

Another restless night had him searching for reprieve in a place he'd come to know as a comfort. Perhaps it was more so the company kept there than the place itself, but if he ever needed a break from his own headspace, he found himself being welcomed by the quiet chiming of the bells above the doorway.

"If it isn't the prettiest damn barista on this side of town," he teased quietly as elbows fell atop the ordering counter. Some nights were met with disappointment whenever the other wasn't working, others were a pleasant surprise to know that he was.

Their relationship, or the lack thereof, had all started with Max's favorite gig. To ink someone was to know them, and to know them was sometimes his favorite part of the job. "You thought any more on getting another piece lately? I just finished up one hell of a commission piece. Check it out." He slipped his worn phone from his pocket and after carefully navigating through his images, flipped the cracked screen for the other to see.

"Covered the whole damn back." Sketching for the piece had been the fun part, but to be trusted enough to ink such a thing onto someone for a lifetime? It was one of the best feelings he'd ever had. "I'll take my usual, by the way. Maybe something to snack on if you guys have anything left."

#leviroyce #character: levi royce.