I’d like to see if you’ve got any old art of my silly little lady Hollyleaf 🙏
Absolutely! Always had fun with her in art and AUs. Loved the concept of med cat Holly and had my edgy song lyrics era with her💕💕Stayed pretty consistent with her design having tufted ears and some varient of a white marking. I tried ginger patches for a bit but ultimately decided her “red” would come from sun bleaching.
I used this simplified design for a short AU PMV you can check out here!
And some spotlight to this specific piece that is all sorts of 2016 era lol
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Hella, can i request a Denji x Male reader, reader is a vocalist on denji's favorite metal band and they meet after a concert so they kinda hit it off from there?
𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓? ✷
𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖩𝖨 𝖷 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝐍/𝐀
Denji didn't care much for music or celebrities. They were all irrelevant, something that didn't affect his goals. They were for normal people, those who didn't need to constantly fight for their dreams. Really, he couldn't care less.
But you were different.
From the moment he heard your voice, he was hooked. He'd never even remotely thought he'd be a metal fan but the way you screamed, the absolute energy you radiated was addicting.
It was a secret comfort to him. He'd hum your songs while working, driving everyone else insane as he sang the same ones repeatedly. Your voice was like a warm hug after a long day, always there as he finally lay down to rest.
He'd secretly buy your merch, your cd's, and listen to your band at every possible opportunity. He'd try to be subtle and deny everything with red cheeks whenever Power teased him about it.
It had taken countless attempts of bribery and offers to do the chores to convince her to come to the concert with him. The days leading up he'd been noticably distracted, practically vibrating with excitement.
The concert itself was better than he could even dream. You seemed to glow on stage, like it was where you were born to be. It was hypnotising how confident you were up there, swinging around as you sang, your throaty voice mesmerising. It was over far too soon for Denji's liking, he could listen to you for hours.
He danced and sang along until his voice was hoarse. He'd never felt so at peace, jumping along to the volume. He was out of breath by the end, sweaty but unable to hide his joy.
He was still basking in your sound when the concert had ended and people were milling about, drinking and chatting. The music was still echoing in his head, so absorbed he didn't notice the band coming to mingle in the crowd.
When you walked past Denji's heart skipped a beat. You met his eyes and instantly, he froze.
He didn't believe in love at first sight or anything but seeing you right in front of him, looking at him, after being a fan for so long left him starstruck. Power had wandered off somewhere, probably looking for food so it was just you and him.
'Hey.' You smiled warmly at him and his stomach flipped. He simply gaped at you, unable to believe this was really happening.
You took a step closer, brows lightly furrowed. 'You alright?'
Your voice was even more musical when you spoke, clear but soft as it rang out. He didn't know what to say, as if fanboying was a good answer. 'Yeah, yeah... I am.'
The boy in front of you looked a little off, eyes completely alert. You couldn't help but move closer to him, concerned. It didn't hurt that he was... really cute. He looked your age, and radiated boyish charm. His scruffy blond hair was wild and spiky, it was clear he'd been banging along to the music.
You licked your lips as you watched his reactions. 'Mind telling me a bit about yourself, sweetheart?'
He flushed beautifully, clearly not used to the attention. 'I'm Denji. I'm here with my friend Power... and I'm a Devil Hunter?'
Now it was your eyes that widened as you stepped forward and grabbed his hands excitedly. It was adorable how your eyes lit up. 'Woah, that's so cool! I don't think I've ever spoken to one before. Thank you for your hard work.' You bowed your head as Denji proudly grinned.
Denji was a goner. Absolutely head over heels. You dressed so punk, sang like a fallen angel but your personality? You'd been nothing but postively sweet since you'd started talking. If it was anyone else it would be sickening but with you, your smiles were nothing but natural and enchanting.
As he watched you with puppy eyes you couldn't help but reach into your pockets and pull out a ticket. 'Hey, I hope this doesnt sound conceited but you listen? It's the least I can do.'
His jaw dropped wordlessly as he stared at the slip in your hand hungrily. Could you not feel the absolute awe exuding from him? 'Yeah... yeah I do.'
You grinned as you held it out for him to take, smile only widening as he took it gently, not able to believe it was real.
'It's a VIP for tomorrow's show. I don't think you'll mind hearing it again.' You winked openly at him. 'Plus I'd love to talk to you some more.'
Denji nodded, gobsmacked. Whatever had made the universe be so generous he didnt know, but he sure as hell was going to take the opportunity. 'Sure. Same here.'
You patted him on the head and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as you walked pass. Electricity ran down his spine at the contact.
'I'll be looking for you!'
It was only as you walked away he realised he never got an autograph. He beamed cheek to cheek as he touched where your lips had ghosted, unable to believe his luck. He'd just have to ask tomorrow.
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Heh-
Nikolai was well aware of the abnormality he was. He had heard a wide range of insults, anything from insane to just a monstrosity. He didn't mind, the more unique an insult was the more joy he felt.
...At least that was what he told himself. Perhaps there was some days he felt like bursting into tears. Perhaps there was some days he just wanted to dissappear. Perhaps there was an ache in the heart as more humanity left him every day.
Though that was what he wanted. He shouldn't be complaining, not at all. If anything that ache should be bothering him. Yet he clings on to it helplessly, a reminder of the past.
This was foolish. Positively foolish. Why should he care. Why should he care at all? He's doing all of this for his freedom, it's just a few nicknames, just a few fair insults.
It always went back to freedom. Birds and flights and cages and keys. The longing to be chained by nothing and proving that every action is of your own doing. The ideas that suffocated and choked him. The ideas that saved him.
He could think about it all he wants. It wouldn't matter. He's stuck in a cycle of longing, doomed to repeat this question everyday until he's drowning in his own conscience.
He just needs to drown himself in blood and chaos instead. And if anyone notices tears in his eyes, they don't mention it.
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