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Hey hey! I am officially opening a few slots for requests. Or optional trades, but this is moreso for the individuals who don't want to draw.
How to enter?
Send the request to my asks box! If you don't like how I don't have anon turned on, then DM me! I prefer the ask box though.
I primarily draw humanoids. I will do canon characters, ocs, oc x canon, multiple fandoms, etc.
As stated last time I will NOT do NSFW/suggestive pieces.
I will update this with a lil list of what I plan to do, and depending on how many I get some may end up being small doodles. To y'all tagged right off the bat, what we were talking about in DMs still applies lmao dont worry I'm not changing anything on ya.
I may end up DMing you if I need more references!
I will reblog this once its closed (though the rb might be late if i fall asleep lmao, still closed officially at midnight)
Requests will close at 12am EST, and this was posted at 8:30pm EST.
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Art traded for writing with @cecilebutcher. ✅
Art trade with @polywoo. ✅
Request for @justm3di0cr3. ✅
Request for @justadudeguy20. ✅
Request for @starry-night-rose. ✅
Art trade with @ashipiko. ✅
Request for @lovablenatsume. ✅
Request for @fumikomiyasaki. ✅
Request for @thecatanchorreturns. ✅
Request for @flametiger77. ✅
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Contrary to popular belief, Diluc isn't rude.
What is it with others assuming that his reserved nature means he hates people? He prides himself in being assertive and to the point. Whether others enjoy small talk and idle chatter, that's none of his business, but it doesn't mean he's obligated to agree.
Which brings him to the current day, also known as his birthday.
It had been years since he had properly celebrated, let alone enjoyed it. No need to elaborate, it was common knowledge why. Still, it didn't stop his staff and the people he regularly passed by from reminding him.
He would thank them and go his way, the repeated process quickly growing tiresome as he walked towards the headquarters of the Knights of Favonius. It wasn't by choice that he was there, some audacious boy had been stealing his grapes for weeks and that simply wasn't a matter he could leave for anyone else to sort. His prized grapes, used as mere snacks? Preposterous.
He recognized a few faces in the halls, each greeting him gleefully. He was certain his displeasure was seen on his face, they were no longer his comrades in arms and he made a point of reinforcing it when Varka was still under the illusion that he would return.
He dreaded the upcoming conversation with Jean. He had nothing against the woman, he even respected her diligence (when it wasn't excessive), but they were far too similar in their inability to drop down their guards for their exchanges to be anything but awkward.
And, as expected, it was.
But at least, she gave her word that the culprit, as well as anyone assigned to patrol near the Dawn Winery, would be properly reprimanded. He couldn't ask for such patrols to simply not happen, and so he left.
There was a ruckus near the library, another sign of how disorganized the place was. It grew louder as he passed, as if-
The door was thrown open, followed by a group of...lively folks exiting the room. Amber was dragging a reluctant Klee away, which was common to see when the little girl found herself in trouble. He would have paid them no further attention had he not noticed Hazel('s beautiful hair).
"I trust you'll return them in time, Cutie?"
'Cutie'...?
Just how familiar were the two of them?
"Of course, Lisa. I'll take good care of them."
The librarian chuckled, as she often would for no reason.
"Good. Oh, Diluc? What brings you here?"
Great.
"Personal affairs, already sorted."
It was at that precise moment that Hazel chose to smile and put the overly bright chandeliers to shame.
"Hello, sir. Happy birthday."
Damn it all, he couldn't brush her off.
"Thank you, Hazel. Are you on shift?"
"Yes, in twenty minutes. I was just on my way to the tavern."
He nodded,
"Shall we, then?"
She turned, likely to part ways with Lisa, but the woman wasn't there anymore. When had she left? No matter.
Outside the headquarters, they were met with none other than Kaeya. Joy.
"Ah, the man of the day. My best wishes, Master Diluc."
Diluc cleared his throat.
"I'm sure they're genuine."
Sometimes, he wished Kaeya would erase the date from his mind to spare him from thinking for a second that this supposed care was real. Then again, it would be hypocritical of Diluc to pretend it was by coincidence alone that he was never at the tavern on November 30th, but he would take being a hypocrite over admitting that he too was incapable of forgetting.
He turned to extend a hand towards Hazel, who he knew to be carrying heavy books in her bag. He had offered to hold them, but she refused. The least he could do was prevent what could be a painful fall. Seemingly understanding his intention, she took his hand. He prayed it wasn't visible how much such a simple contact affected him. Especially in front of Kaeya. The latter laughed as he climbed the stairs.
"Have a good day."
Were he not busy looking down at the steps to make sure Hazel wouldn't trip, Diluc would walk faster.
She was fidgeting. Not literally, but there was something in her behavior that wasn't like the Hazel he knew. Granted, they didn't know each other that well yet, but Diluc was good at memorizing cues.
It seemed to grow worse the closer they were to the tavern, which led him to think that whatever she was hiding, it was related to him. Following that train of thought and knowing which day it was...there was a surprise waiting for him.
Charles knew he wasn't fond of them, as did his staff, so his birthdays were typically spent like any other day of the year. That could only mean that if he was right, Hazel was the one who came up with the idea.
It was even more obvious when he saw how empty the entrance to the tavern was. At that hour, there would be at least one table occupied by Wagner and his assistant taking their afternoon break.
Diluc mentally prepared himself for the onslaught of shouting.
Three...two...one...
He opened the door.
"Surprise!"
Other than Charles and the tavern staff, Adelinde, Elzer, Venti and even the Traveler and Paimon were present (the latter was salivating over the feast occupying two tables).
Even though he knew what awaited him, the gesture still took him aback.
"What is this?"
Paimon giggled,
"It's your birthday party, silly!"
Venti smiled proudly, though something told Diluc he didn't do most of the work.
"Pretty neat, huh? It was Hazel's idea."
Having his hypothesis confirmed did nothing to alleviate the swarm in his stomach.
"Is that so?"
Her expression was sheepish, and so very adorable.
"I...yes. I hope you like it, sir."
He smiled,
"I do. Thank you."
It had been a long time since Diluc felt deserving of such a gift, but the way Hazel gazed into his eyes was too good at convincing him otherwise. Even if his image of himself plummeted tomorrow, he wouldn't forget that day.
To get this today is such a gift!!! Thank you so much for this ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
You take so much of your time to send me something incredible and I love how the story grows more and more -- don't burn yourself out okay, I am so appreciative of you kind human, please drink water ♥️
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