#Stylus Pen for Gifting

[akshayaquapri]

Ballpoint Pen with Stylus

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[screwzara]

MY DAD GOT ME A FREAKING STYLUS PEN

*screams*

[quapriprinting]

Ballpoint Pen with Stylus

Explore Premium Pens at Quapri to Enhance the Writing Experience

At Quapri, we know a pen is more than just a tool—it reflects your personality. Whether signing documents, taking notes, or gifting a stylish accessory, the right Ballpoint Pen with Stylus makes an impression. Our premium pens offer a smooth, effortless writing experience, blending style, comfort, and functionality. Crafted with precision and elegance, they are perfect for both personal and professional use. Elevate your writing with Quapri’s finely designed pens that combine style with superior performance.

Key Features of Premium Pens

1. Dual-Purpose Design: Write & Navigate with Ease

Quapri’s premium pens offer more than just smooth writing—they double as a digital tool. Featuring a built-in stylus, these pens let you effortlessly switch between jotting down notes on paper and navigating screens with precision. Perfect for professionals, creatives, and multitaskers.

2. Elegant & Stylish Appearance: Make a Bold Statement

Designed to impress, our Ballpoint Pen with Stylus come in stunning Gold and Silver finishes. The sleek, polished design adds a refined touch, making them perfect for personal use, corporate settings, or as elegant gifts. Their eye-catching look exudes class and sophistication.

3. Customizable for a Unique Brand Identity

Stand out with personalized pens that reflect your brand. Add your company name, logo, or a special message to create a unique and memorable product. Ideal for corporate gifting, promotional giveaways, or adding a branded touch to your stationery.

4. Bulk Ordering with Flexible Customization

Quapri makes bulk ordering simple and convenient. You can place an order starting from just 5 pieces. For customized branding, personalization is available for orders of 25 products or more. Perfect for events, corporate gifts, or business promotions.

[sugar-miss1]

Hay Sweeties ! (*≧∀≦*)

A few days ago , my dad buyed to me a unicorn pen 🖊 🦄 because i Love unicorns . And new Stylus because the other Stylus are lost and I can’t find them (^_^;) .

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDs Men in Book Tropes

AN: for fun because I love AUs

Pairing: LaDS boys x gn reader

Genre: fluff and crack

Ingredients: 100% fluff

My Fav: hmmm all ig (but Rafayel and Zayne were fun to imagine.

Xavier (mafia boss x student):

You look threatening.

Elegant. Composed. A dagger in one hand, the other resting lightly against your hip. But your slacks are tailored within an inch of their life, and your thighs?

Xavier refuses to blink. Partly out of defiance. Partly because pins and needles are currently climbing up his leg from where he’s been zip-tied to a steel chair for the last hour.

And that’s when your left-hand man mutters something low.

You still. Your gaze narrows. “What do you mean he’s not the right student?” you snap.

Xavier turns his head slowly. Trying very hard not to wince at the sudden cramp behind his knee.

“Tell me,” you say, your voice like a blade slipping under skin, “you did not just kidnap a random man off the street?” The silence answers for him.

Xavier blinks once. Deadpan. “I was literally eating ramen.”

Your henchman tries to defend himself. “He ran, boss. He ran when I asked for his name—”

“Yeah,” Xavier cuts in, shrugging as much as his bindings allow. “Because a man with a neck tattoo and three guns asked if I owed money.”

You sigh. Fold your arms. Lean against the table. “Joke’s on us, then.”

It gets worse.

Because not only is Xavier not the debt-ridden student you were trying to scare straight. He’s a detective. A bored, off-duty, highly observant one. And your organization just gifted him a front row seat to all your illegal operations.

He doesn’t look worried. At all. In fact, he smirks. “So,” he says, tilting his head at you, dark eyes gleaming, “this where you tell me I’m your fiancé now?”

You arch a brow. “Do you want it to be?”

Rafayel (Office Romance):

You’re the creative director. His boss.

And he’s your trusted, anxiety-inducing, dangerously talented graphic designer.

Every time he disappears from Slack for more than five minutes, you feel the phantom grays sprouting at your temples.

So when Rafayel lands in this world, his heart’s a mess.

Because why the hell are you in a three-piece suit on a Thursday? Why are you speaking in PowerPoint? (He doesn’t realize there’s a conference.)

He goes through the full rom-com shbang...blushing at close proximity, nearly yeeting his stylus when you lean down to adjust his brush settings. He would be outraged by your bossy interference... if this version of you didn’t look so competent doing it.

You bet he becomes the undisputed champion of in-office work. Remote who? He's commuting through a hurricane if it means lunch breaks with you.

He silently laments not being your assistant. The daily chaos? The tension? The dramatics? That’s the kind of messy office romance he lives for.

Zayne (Jock x Nerd):

Zayne has approximately 25 breakdowns the second he realizes he’s been transmigrated into a high school AU.

Why him? Why now? What ancient evil has he offended? This is worse than open surgery without gloves.

And then he sees you, leaning casually against his locker in a lacrosse jersey, with a dopey grin and the faint scent of Axe trailing after you like bad decisions. You’re radiating school spirit and main character energy. The golden retriever jock.

He looks down at himself: books clutched like a shield, glasses sliding down his nose, striped polo tucked into khakis.

Oh no. He’s the nerd.

He goes completely still when you reach out and push his glasses up with two fingers, like you've done it multiple times. He hasn't hit the growth spurt yet so you lean down while doing it. Dammit.

“Tutoring in period five?” you grin.

He blinks. Swallows. Soul exits body.

This is it. This is his villain origin story. Or worse, his slow-burn romance arc.

Sylus (match maker):

“You are my worst client,” you snap, slamming your planner shut so hard your pen jumps. “You’re going to die alone, General Sylus. Your sword might be your only lifelong companion.”

You’re trying so hard not to throw your teacup at him. But unfortunately, treason is still illegal.

Match #23. Another perfectly elegant, emotionally stable, high-ranking woman. Gone. Sent running by him.

You’re down to your last lead, your last shred of credibility, and you swear if one more noble family calls to "check in on your progress with the charming general,” you’re going to fake your own death.

This was supposed to be easy. He was supposed to be easy.

A war hero. Stoic. Loyal. Families should have lined up to offer their finest daughters and strongest family swords.

But no. Sylus defies every known law of socialization.

“Making her dig for a brooch?” you bark. “In the rain, Sylus?”

He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even blink. Just raises his teacup, and smirks. That slow, infuriating, battlefield-smirk that somehow makes you want to both kiss him and knock him out.

“If she can’t find a brooch,” he shrugs, “how will she find a way to my heart?”

You scream internally. Outwardly, you smile. Professionally. Barely.

One more match. And then you’re done. Or in prison. Possibly both.

Caleb (Idol x Bodyguard):

This is his dreamland.

You. All the time. Every damn second.

He’s not even ashamed of it.

Because this you. the idol version of you. is free. Untouched by the mess of the other lifetime. And Caleb? Caleb is thriving.

Your bodyguard. Your shadow. Your guard dog. The reincarnation of Cerberus himself.

He stands next to you on red carpets. He scans every crowd before you hit the stage. He has a black folder of “threatening letters” and a second one for “bad fanfiction.” He has read all of it. He will not talk about it.

And backstage? Oh. The jealousy he inspires.

He gets to see it all, barefaced you in pajamas, you blowing raspberries at the vocal coach, you dancing with one sock and a protein bar.

The fandom eats it up. They ship you both. Hard. They make memes. Fan cams. Slow motion edits of him holding an umbrella over your head.

Is he labeled a fandom traitor? Absolutely. Is he proud of it? Yes.

He zips up your jacket when you forget. Keeps track of your vitamins. Carries four backup chargers, three types of gum, and a taser.

And when you fall asleep on the van ride home, head resting on his shoulder, he doesn’t move. He barely breathes.

[n0tamused]

Welt nerding out about his little special interests and his tv show he likes and whatnot... Dr.Ratio going on and on about all his bath soaps and bath salts and whatever he has... Sunday snuggles and sleeping after a long and heavy day of work....

A/n: Sorry for taking so long pookie I hope you like these little imagines :( <3 mwah, ty for requesting <3

Contents: gn reader, separate drabbles for Sunday, Dr. Ratio and Welt, a bit angsty in Sunday's part, fluff otherwise

Gloved fingers held around the black stylus pen as it glided over the digital screen in a few precise strokes. The character on screen is becoming more and more alive, and looking over his shoulder you can see the several other frames that lay finished, resembling only the start of this little project you managed to convince Welt to partake in. 

“I take it you like it, right?” you ask, tiptoeing playfully around the direct question, prompting the man to laugh heartily, mirth seeping into the crinkles in his face. Leaning back in the chair he takes a small break from the lineart, adjusting his glasses before he look up at you where you stood at his side. 

“You’re spoiling me, you know?” he begins, his eyes mellow with a childlike wonder and joy that isn’t too often seen on his person these days. “Yes, I do like it, a lot. This tablet is even more advanced than the ones I was used to using back in my day. I mean, it holds so many functions, and the program itself has many great features to assist with the process - whether it be just one piece of art or a whole animation” His eyes gleam as he looks back at the screen, his eyes flickering over the corners of the canvas, the little icons and frames and the low opacity sketch of the animation.  

“That is a relief, and I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying it so much. You do deserve it, Mr. Yang” cooing at him softly you pat his shoulder and give him a light squeeze before taking note of what’s on screen. It’s a simple set of characters, and in a more cartoonish style - chibis, is what you heard them call this style. But the characters are oddly familiar to the crew itself.

“Huh..? Is that.. us?”

“Yes… Since this gift was from you, and also the crew has left its mark on this old heart, I thought that my first project on the tablet should be something special too.. Uh, wait..” He fumbles a bit with the frames and animation, brief images flickering of different character - Dan Heng surrounded with books, March 7th’s chibi showing a worried face as she stands next to a pot of Himeko’s coffee and Himeko looking pleased as she drinks from her mug, and there’s PomPom next to the Express, but what  gets your attention is the chibi version of yourself at the very start of the frame set. You’re sitting at a round table with a few chubby stars above you.

“Starting with you, I am first making an introduction to each character..”

“But where are you?”

“Hm?”

“I saw everyone in these, but not yourself? This crew is incomplete without you, Welt.. You should put us together in one frame. I mean, we can be drinking tea at the table together, right?"

Welt looks at you, then at the frame, noting the vacant left side of the big table. 

“You’re right…”

“Sunday..” sleepy mutters fall from your lips as you push yourself to sit on the big bed, the covers pooling at your hips. Your hand is lifted up to shield your eyes from the golden light that spilled from the hall. 

“Apologies... I'll turn the light off now.." comes a reply from the figure shrouded in darkness, but by silhouette alone you could tell him apart from another. His wings droop underneath his ears, showing that even the lightest parts of him felt the heaviness of today’s work. He swiftly but quietly slips into the hallway to turn the lights off, before his footsteps mark his return to the bedroom. Now you can only listen to him shuffle about, the heavy breathing making your heart throb from concern, but you know asking him about it wouldn’t grant you an answer.

So you wait until he lifts the bedsheets and until his palm searches for you across the vast expanse of the mattress. Taking his hand in yours you lead him to where you are, laying on your back and feeling the bed dip and move underneath you until Sunday has settled himself with his head on your chest. Sighing the biggest breath you heard from him so far, you tighten your hold on him, arms circling around his shoulders.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he had you both sinking further into the bed, desperate to feel your warmth, hear your peace and feel it rub off on him too. “I missed you…” he confessed, leaving a chaste kiss on your collarbone before his ear pressed above your heart, listening to the trapped drumming within. 

“I missed you too..” you reply, combing your fingers through his hair, feeling the wings around his waist stretch out for arguably the first time today, one wing shorter than the other, feathers cut halfway. 

“Rest now..” you prompt, kissing the top of his head and he hums into you, wanting nothing more than to dream of you and freedom with you.

"I told you to be a little more careful with which shampoos you purchased.." you heard him say when you pointed out how a particular shampoo on the shelf made your hair damaged the last time you used it. You sighed, in agreement with him, but as he plucked the bottle from the shelf you looked over the other products on the shelves, taking a hair mask container and putting it in your cart.

“See, this is why this shampoo didn’t sit well with you” Veritas says, looking over the ingredient list after catching sight of the logo of the producer, a sneer already on his face as he never had good experiences with this company’s products. 

You look over at him, holding onto the shopping cart with one hand as you peer at the bottle in his hand. “Oh, yeah- that one did have my hair feeling like hay.. ugh” you frown a little but as Veritas looks further down the ingredients list, you let your eyes wander over the shelves in search for a possible alternative - one that won’t leave your hair feeling dry and ready to snap. 

“Hmm…” Veritas looks up, his coral eyes looking over at you after he had returned the bottle onto the shelf. “Let me see..” he muttered, already reaching out to grasp a lock of your hair in between his fingers, twirling it for a moment before thinking hard about it. Then his eyes return to the vast selection of shampoos, reaching for a green bottle on a higher shelf. “Ah, this one would go well for your hair type. And it will regenerate whatever damage that other bottle left you with”

“Oh, let me smell it-” you whisper with soft excitement, forcing a huffed chuckle from Veritas as it seemed you cared more about the smell than what the shampoo actually had to offer. He shakes his head as he pops the lid open and brings it to your nose. 

“Does it smell good enough for you?” he asked, teasing laced in his words, but despite that he brought the bottle to his nose as well to inhale the light green apple smell. He relishes in the scent, imagining the way our hair would smell the same if you purchased this. 

“Ohh.. oh definitely, it smells so good. Give it here” you smile up at him and take the bottle to put in the cart. “I should ask you more often on this guru advice, Veritas, you’re more help than I gave you credit for” you playfully jab at him as you walk a few steps forward, looking at another section where bath salts and bath bombs lay. “Oh! Look at this!” you gleam as you pluck a round bath bomb colored blue. 

“Lavender?” Veritas asked as he came up next to you, choosing to ignore your initial jab. 

“Yeah. Lavender suits you, and it is a relaxing scent over all. Didn’t you run out of those bath salts too? We should get some new ones” you throw the bath bomb into the cart before he can reject it, but you make space for him to look over the other products, smiling up at him coyly as he gives you a daring look, yet you knew he meant no malice, he was being playful. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[ballsandbabes]

Control Tower Romance in the making

Authors Note: y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // kinda short// Have fun <3

Summary: Reader is the "man in the chair" and monitors the operations of her team, the third division. What happens, when reader has to step out of her control unit? Maybe she needs to recall her combat training to safe a cute captain.

Genre: romance, fluff

You were the voice in the comms. The mind behind the maps. The girl who could reroute a multi-divisional platoon with a flick of her stylus pen and two seconds of data processing.

Third Division, the division you worked for, called you lovingly the "Man in the Chair," even if you always corrected it to “Woman in the Chair,” which Gen Narumi — smug, unbothered, unpredictable Gen Narumi — always responded to with a casual, "Sure, genius. Do your thing."

You’d never met someone who made being irresponsible look that good. And now, of course, you were working with him.

___ _ _ _

The First and Third Divisions were deployed in tandem — a rare decision prompted by an unclassified swarm of Kaiju appearing in a dense urban sprawl.

You sat in the mobile command van, screens blinking, fingers flying, your oversized headset slightly askew. Like everyone else, you had to go through the selection test, but then decided in favour of a less exciting life behind the computer monitor. You spent your first year working in the HR office, where your talent for strategic thinking and good organisation was recognised. Your line manager, Alfred, suggested you try the Control and Operations department. And that's where you stayed.

“Third Division, adjust two blocks northeast. Echo Formation. Wait for my green light,” you commanded over your headset.

“Copy, Chair!” came multiple responses.

First Division's audio feed crackled in your ear. Gen's voice came through, laced with his usual smirk: “You got us playing babysitter again, sweetheart?”

You: “You’re the one who hasn’t followed any of my positioning yet, Captain Candy Crush.”

He scoffed: “It was one time I played during a breather.”

You replied:“I counted six power-ups deployed while you were supposed to be watching the southwest flank.”

He replied:“Are you stalking my phone?”

You, answering: “I’m stalking your lack of basic protocol, sir.”

He laughed — and for a second, it made your chest warm.

But then… everything changed.

___ _ _ _

The Kaiju moved like they knew. They flanked. They cut off retreat paths. Anticipated traps. Their movement patterns shifted mid-battle, adapting like soldiers with a shared strategy.

Your breath caught.

“They’re… connected,” you whispered, eyes darting between feeds. as you realized what that meant, “They’re not random. They’re moving like they talk to each other.”

Reno’s face popped onto your side screen: “Orders?”

You exhaled fast: “Fall back to Quadrant Three. I need both divisions redirected now. They’re pushing us into a choke zone.”

Renos mic kind crackled: “But we—”

“No argument! Move now!” Your voice snapped like a whip. “Mina, reroute heavy fire squad to Sector G. I want crossfire corridors, overlapping flanks. Make it look like we’re scattering.”

Third Division trusted you. First Division followed only because they had no better plan. You watched it unfold in real time — the fake retreat, the spread, the repositioning. The Kaiju moved in.

Right where you wanted them. Then, a synchronized volley from every unit. The trap snapped shut. Kaiju went down like dominoes.

But one live-feed caught your eye. Gen. Cornered. Suit flickering — dangerously low on energy. Static in his comms. Alone.

Your heart jolted.

“First Division, report on Captain Narumi!” you barked into your intercom.

Nothing. Your hands were trembling, but your voice didn’t crack, “I’m going in.”

___ _ _ _

Your boots hit the battlefield before the dust had even cleared.

The suit you wore was light — a recon model with speed-enhancers, but not the new generation. It was gifted to you by Alfred, he said he would like to see what you could bring out of an old model. You weren’t a frontliner, but you were once trained to be, and right now, someone had to be more than the voice in the van. You followed the flare markers. Past smoldering Kaiju carcasses. The sky roared with smoke.

Then—him. He was on one knee, blades snapped, suit flashing warnings.When he looked up and saw you, his jaw went slack,“…You?”

“Hey, Captain,”You offered a sheepish smile, eyes darting to the Kaiju lurching closer,“Need a nerd with good aim?”

“Did you seriously come here?,” Narumi asked slightly confused.

“Someone had to save your reckless ass,” you replied with a light tone. Before he could argue, you stepped in front of him, raising your pulse cannon and firing two clean shots that sent the Kaiju tumbling back.

“You—you just—,”he stammered.

“Yeah. I do more than data,” you said, cheeks burning, heart racing.

He stared at you like he’d never seen a person before.

“…You're incredible,” the words came out on their own.

“What?,” questioning what you just heard. He got to his feet, suit whirring lowly, and stepped closer,“I mean it. You just led two divisions through hell, saved my ass, and still look cute while doing it.”

You blinked,“Cute?”

“You're the most badass nerd I’ve ever met,” he grinned cheeckily. You choked on a laugh, blushing hard,“You’re bleeding and flirting at the same time?”

“Multitasking,” he smirked, then grew serious,“Hey. You didn’t have to come out here.”

“I know.”

“But I’m glad you did,” Something in his eyes shifted — that lazy gleam replaced with quiet awe. Reverent. Real.

“I’ve never followed orders so fast in my life,” he murmured, voice low.

“…Because of me?,” you teased. He nodded,“Because when you speak, people move. You make chaos sound like music.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it, totally stunned. He took your hand, his gloved fingers warm,“After this, can I buy you ramen?”

You blinked,“You eat carbs?”

“For you, I’d even turn off notifications on my game,” he laughed nervously. You laughed — breathless, still stunned — as the smoke faded behind you and the sirens blared victory. And just like that, the man you'd only known through static and sass was holding your hand under a Kaiju-scorched sky, with that same grin, but something else too—

Respect.

And just maybe, something more.

[darkcemeterygirl29]

Hi!! I don't know if your still taking requests but can you make some headcanons with brady Hepner with an artistic reader?

A/N: Of course! Requests are always open! I absolutely love this idea and I think I'm gonna have so much fun writing it! I wasn't sure what kind of art since there's a lot of types of it. I hope you enjoy it!!

Brady Hepner x Artistic!Reader partner Headcanons

I think he'd put you on his lap while you're sketching out something, resting his chin on your shoulder watching quietly

He'd occasionally point out what he thinks you should draw

If you asked him to help you he'd probably say "Sure but I'm no artist just so you know."

If you were up all night sketching, painting, doing digital art, or whatever kind of art you do, he'd immediately notice

He'd gently take the pencil and sketchbook, or paintbrush, or tablet and stylus pen out of your hands without a word before carrying you to bed if you weren't already

If you were painting, he'd clean the paint off your hands and kiss your palms

"Come to bed baby... please?"

Him constantly sending you texts on what you could draw or paint

If you made him a painting, origami, bracelet, or drawing, he'd cherish it forever and put it in a safe box under the bed

Him asking you "Babyyyyy!!! Babe!!! Can you make...." 24/7

Him gifting you books on how to make things, new sketchbooks, pencils, paints, canvases, anything you need more of

Him making you a playlist on Spotify for you to listen to while you do your thing

Sometimes resting his head on your lap

If you drew or painted him he'd actually cry or at least cover his mouth to hide his smile

He'd hug you so so tightly and put it in his box

If you crocheted, he'd want to learn so he can do it with you

Again if you made him anything, he'd cherish it and put it in his box

Helping you make jewelry if you do that

Taking you to art conventions because you're his baby and he loves it when your happy

He'd totally help you sell stuff at little fairs and conversations

When he's on live, he'd show the viewers your work

A/N: Heyyyy! I hope you liked it! Thank you for reading this! Remember that requests are always open and I'd be happy to write anything!

[maryrose20070]

🎨📢 The Last Art for Using My Phone Before Transform into My New Ipad.

I ever used my phone since in 7 Years Ago but Now I Used My New IPad for my Birthday gift for last month. Instead I brought Stylus Pen.

I Drew for the first artwork in 6 years ago but I used my phone for editing my videos of YTP (But it’s Retired Nowadays) and Gacha Life/Club for used to Powerdirector but Removed to Watermark before My Watermark Released my Channel. In the Computer, I Used to Social Media, Video Edit Called Microsoft Champclip but I Never used Clipcut due of Greedy Prices. I moved to Vyond in 5 years ago, Unlike Joined to Vyond Community Being Toxic in 3 years ago and 2 years later Vyond Started of AI Development due of Expensive Prices in these Subscriptions can’t Afford in August 2024 & May 2025 due of Introduced of credit Limitation and Minutes & Videos Restriction.

For Nowadays, I Used to Draw for Last Art in my Phone Before Moved to IPad for Tested to Art but Instead I Used to Stylus Pen, But it’s was work and keep doing for practice, warm up, and upgraded my style with Color Line but I Still Used to Ibis Paint for good.

But I Never Trying to Used of Al Generator in Chat GPT, Vyond Go (But I Still Used to Vyond Video Maker), and other AI Media because I’m Getting Annoying to Used.

🌸 And That’s all for the Reason of the Artwork Transformed.

[decepti-thots]

I would like to hear about which characters would use which kind of fountain pen 👀

okay, so with the caveat that all of this is coming from me researching pens in my quest to become slightly a 'pen person' and not like. being one. (but also from the perspective of watching my friend talk extremely in-depth about this for many years, and cribbing from her, in my defense.)

here are some random character-pen matchups and headcanons bc why not!!

first off. minimus, obviously.

there's a few things i think about this: he's fundamentally conservative in his tastes i think (no wild experimental designs), someone who would not want to spend an Excessive amount of money but also someone who would definitely have a higher-end one quality wise, and he'd have really nitpicky taste about shit like quality control. with this in mind, the guides i read that were offering opinions on higher-end 'beginner pens' consistently brought up the Pilot Custom 74, which is like, the platonic ideal of just a functional good quality Fountain Pen TM:

look at it. that sure is a ~£190 fountain pen! it's classic, functional, a solid 'name', expensive enough i feel like a person who grew up well off would be like 'oh this is my everyday pen' and i would be sort of like 'the fuck that costs half my rent'. lmao. but not like, someone splashing out a thousand quid or more expensive, yknow. he's probably had this same pen for like. the equivalent of twenty years or more. i'm sure he has more than one but this is his 'workhorse'.

here's another one i immediately am like 'oh i know what to pick' about. this one less in terms of specifically 'this character would use it' and more like 'this character reminds me of this pen'. it's rewind! and the pen is a Tombow Zoom 828fp because. well. look at this.

MINI PEN. CHIBI LITTLE FOUNTAIN PEN. there's apparently a chinese pen that is a lot cheaper you can get of this little chonker's basic design, and i'm very, very seriously tempted to get one and call it 'rewind'. lmao. short and charmingly proportioned! i don't think rewind probably actually uses a pen but maybe this was one of those spousal in-joke gifts pre-war or something like 'haha this reminded me of you'/'are you calling me short' or whatever idfk. the point is. TINY PEN.

nautica got riptide a Jinhao 993 to cheer him up when they started doing lessons in that one issue towards the end of MTMTE/pre-DotL and he's finding it difficult maybe. "why would a fountain pen cheer him up-" THIS IS WHY LOOK AT THESE

my pen friend got the pink one of these for a fiver or something, bc i pointed out it was a pink shark and therefore a Nimona pen. haha. anyway. that's why riptide has a fountain pen.

rodimus is having a mid life crisis, and also magnus will probably think he is Mature and Good At Work if he shows up with a fountain pen, he figures one time, so he wheedles money off drift and buys this monstrosity, which to be clear costs EIGHT THOUSAND EUROS and is supposed to look like a cool racecar themed... thing. montegrappa is so fucking overpriced and tacky and they're invariably hilarious to me whenever they release some godawful tie-in thing.

now prowl. prowl doesn't have a fountain pen because prowl is the sort of person who insists on constantly having fucking. Gadgets TM. you know. the man thinks a smart fridge is a necessity, for some fucking reason. if it's electronic it's Better. however, LAMY, i found out, in addition to its wide range of pens, also makes like... high-end digital pens? you know, in the style of their most well known fountain pen design (LAMY safari) but like. a stylus. buying a brand-name pen manufacturer's stylus bc you want to have a fountain pen but also refuse to do anything not on a tablet or something is. 100% prowl to me.

and i think that drift would have a LAMY 2000. look at this thing. it's somehow so slick and modern looking in a way most fountain pens aren't without feeling weird or like it isn't one. it's also a really well regarded pen across the board and so many people swear by this thing. (my friend does indeed have this one!) he's got it because he (canonically) journals, obviously, he is whipping this bad boy out after meditation to Chronicle His Emotional State (usually um. bad. moving along.) it's one of the nice things he bought himself after he somehow acquired all that money (stole it on his way out from the decepticons).

sidenote: megatron doesn't use a fountain pen, despite being a canonical writer. his handwriting is fucking atrocious and he would break one pressing too hard if he tried. he privately thinks they're sort of pointless, but lets minimus endlessly explain nib types for the sake of indulging someone he likes and who clearly is used to being told to shut up.

[akshayaquapri]

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[papita474]

DON'T POST THIS ASK AS A PUBLIC POST (until you are finished with it, I explain later)

Hi Papita!

I prefer to send it as anon, but I am a legit human (that you know) and very much not Annatar 😂. You are a really kind fellow human and I want you (and your new dog and your other pets) to be happy and I got you an Amazon gift code so that you please buy a phone stylus. It is a stick for drawing on the phone. Because your drawings are lovely but it will be easier to do them with a stylus. Don't buy one with rubber end (they break apart very quickly), metal or disc ends are both ok, but disc are better.

Don't post this ask !!! At least until you redeemed the gift code. Because if you post it, anyone can redeem it because it is not bound to you (I don't know your email so how would it be), so don't post it or people will steal your gift code.

So the claim code is: 5D9L-RLW768-PPAT

Just go to the amazon website https://www.amazon.com/redeem or use the app. It will ask for a code and paste the code above into it.

Sorry if this ask looks strange or spammy. It would feel awkward to send you a gift as non-anon. But seriously it's just a legit Amazon gift card code. Because I want you to be happy(er). I don't know how to send it to you in a better way.

𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔃 𝓝𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭 ❣ ❢ ❣ (I hope this is correct, anyway Merry Christmas)

OMG 😭😭😭💕

I dont know what to say,thi is so

This is amazing and so kind,to think someone likes my art that much,anon youre the first person to ever gave me a gift like this,you really didn't have to,but you did it and im so happy🥺💕. 15us is a lot of money to an argentian due to our coin jsjsjsjs,so i was like like this " WHAT🙆‍♀️!?"

Idk what else to say,I want to give you a hug anon🫂🫂🫂 gonna start looking for a pen rn.

Actually first I need to discover how Amazon works bc Ive never buy something on Amazon so sjsksksksjsj

[enbycrip]

Please, please consider putting the time you are spending playing about using AI image generators into learning how to make art yourself.

If you want to work digitally, there are free programmes; if you don’t want to spend money on Procreate, start on Medibang and try their anime tutorials. Buy a cheap stylus to get started.

Or try watercolour. There’s *so* many tutorials out there for free to give you tips and basic paints and brushes available very cheaply. Or pastels; again, very cheap to get started with and so many tutorials out there. Pencil or charcoal sketching. Pen and ink. Clay sculpting. Pyrography. Embroidery.

You can learn *so* much with such remarkably little work. I am disabled. I have a fatigue disorder and my hands do not work incredibly well, and even though it is *beyond* exhausting to do, my dexterity has improved so much with the work I have managed to do, even when it is basically simply messing about trying things. You start learning a whole new way of seeing the world around you when you start learning how to depict it.

Start by tracing, if you like; it absolutely teaches you about perspective and shapes. Do a paint-by-numbers; you are learning about brushwork and colouration and how to handle and use pigments. Copy a photo you really like. Make a little pot out of cheap clay and keep stuff in it. Mess around making leaf prints with watercolour and see the cool effects when you sprinkle salt on it. Mend a hole in your jumper with contrasting thread and see how it has suddenly become a whole new garment. Create a little dude and feel his soul enter the universe through your fingertips when you poke eyeholes in him and suddenly he has an expression.

With the time you spent using a prompt machine to mash stolen pieces of other people’s work into an image, you could have been learning to create your own. Please don’t waste that time again.

What you create and communicate will have thousands of times the value, even if you think it is “terrible” because it will be genuine, unique creation and communication of *your* unique perspective on the world.

And if you keep doing it, it will not continue being terrible. It will start being good, because people get good at things by doing them.

Art isn’t a gift. It’s a skill; or rather, thousands of skills. Learning any of them gives you transferable skills that will make other ones easier to gain too.

[mitamicah]

One more thing before I let you have some Christmas peace

Since I forgot my stylus (digital drawing pen) at home I predict I might do a bit of scribbler out drawings the next fews days

What is Scribbler Out drawings - check out the links here: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x

For that reason feel free to send me prompts for who to draw (preferably with a picture or video reference) and I'll let that be my christmas gift to you ^V^

[hyperbali]

Lucanis/Adonique/Varric

4, 10, 13, 19 & 21

Ferry, the ultimate L/A/V truther ;P

4. Have they ever been forced apart due to circumstance? How did they handle the distance?

I feel like... Lucanis is going to get tied up in Crow business for a while as First Talon, Varric will actually have to do Viscount things (even if Kirkwall is FUBAR, something has to be done about either reconstructing again or resettling the survivors), and I'd like to think that Val Royeaux wouldn't get totally destroyed, but the Bards would be insanely busy and Adonique would need to help with that, regardless of if they're "alive" or not...

They'd all write each other letters quite a bit - I think it would be cute if they made a copy of each one and wrote what they intended to say to each partner on both, so everyone would know what conversations are happening, lol

Between Lucanis' preference for romantic novels, Varric’s tendency to get dramatic in his writing, and Adonique's general flair for daring... those letters are gonna get spicy 🔥

10. If they were picking up something special for their partner(s) in a market, what would it be? What would their partners get them?

(This said "market", but I went off on a bit of a ~customized gift tear lmao)

Lucanis

For Adonique, a series of custom fragrances from an Antivan perfumer to add to their collection; bolts of luxury fabric - Rialto Bay Silk, Bastion Cashmere, Seleny Lace, and cotton velvet from the Drylands; and his mother's opal jewelry set. (He also plans on doing the Bard Thing to a somehow-survived-to-that-point Empress Celene for the sake of compositing their hopefully eventual wedding attire.)

For Varric, a luxury stationery set from one of Treviso's premier papermakers. Includes an embossed leather-bound journal; hand blown glass stylus, porcelain stylus, and wood stylus; several pen nibs in various thicknesses; ink bottles in various colours; porcelain ink cups; walnut-handled brass seals - one with Varric’s initials and one with Kirkwall's heraldry; red wax bars; burner and melting spoon. All of this is held in a handsome briar cherry wood box carved with flowers: orchid (for Adonique), lavender (for Lucanis), and iris (for Varric). He also gifts his father's best brooch pin and walking cane (which has a hidden everite blade).

Adonique

For Lucanis, they commission the blacksmith that made their Sunset Mantle mask for a set of dagger and rapier made of silverite that are, of course, crow-themed. They also utilize some of their connections to go on a wyvern "hunt" (read: adoption) in the Hissing Wastes.

For Varric, the entire wine cellar of a landed Orlesian critic with foul temper but fine taste (in drink, at least). The same blacksmith is put on retainer to either craft a new crossbow that Varric can use with his damaged arm, or do what he can to repair and modify Bianca - Varric's choice.

Varric

For Lucanis, the incredibly rare first editions of a romance trilogy from a Storm Age author - banned from several countries for its "salacious and blasphemous nature". Also, a handmade spice rack (with very expensive spices, thank you) and his own favourite letter opener - it had opened the publishing announcements for both Hard in Hightown and The Tale of the Champion.

For Adonique, a wax seal gold pendant with specially designed "Lefevre" lion heraldry, a matching signet ring that doubles as the stamp for said heraldry, his mother's courting beads, and a new book: The Legend of Lo Lione.

13. How do they comfort or reassure one another?

If it's not entirely serious, Lucanis offers to kill whoever or whatever is causing the issue for either partner. If it is serious, he's the type to cuddle up and quietly hold them until his stroking hands lull them to sleep, or they tell him they've had enough.

Adonique has a special penchant for music (naturally, being a Bard). They'll either sing or play something calming on their lyre, or use their wax cylinder phonograph - a cutting edge innovation gifted to them by its inventor after they helped the woman escape a particularly vindictive Revered Mother accusing her of "mechanical demonry".

Varric, official expert of chilling people out and World's Best Hugger, is a natural at this. Distracting story, entertaining card game, most comforting squeeze you've had in your life; you name it, he'll try it.

19. Is there a task they do not trust their partner(s) to do? Why?

Generally supportive as they are, Lucanis knows he cannot bring any Crow/Talon issues to either of the others for help or advice; they both just want him to retire and be a househusband. (He finds it awfully tempting...)

Given that one is both a deshyr and a Viscount (so, noble) and the other is the heir to House Dellamorte (definitely noble), Adonique has to deal quite a bit with either man just... not... getting some of their poverty and servitude trauma informed traits. Parading either around the Bards is absolutely out of the question.

Titans preserve him or whatever the hell, Varric knows better than to get either the Crow or the Lion involved with anything related to the Carta or the Merchants' Guild. Both are liable to say something that'll piss someone off and/or readily murder someone pissing them off.

21. Would they be able to functionally cook a meal together? What would they make? Would it turn out well?

Lucanis, of course, is a talented and devoted chef - the most drastic thing that might happen is either partner ~distracting him from the cooking. He cycles through Antivan, Orlesian, and Marcher cuisine as the mood strikes, and always gets a nice dopamine rush from the copious (and occasionally ridiculously prosey) compliments he gets from both.

Adonique, having been a personal servant for over half their life, and an inn worker for some time after that, is a decent cook. That experience just also means they hate doing it. He has to be careful about it, but Lucanis works on slowly unpicking that knot of distress by inviting them for a touchy and loving cooking session from time to time.

Varric does not cook. His typical meal process for pretty much his entire life has involved either hitting up a street vendor or an innkeeper. Man's managed to scald water before. He will be the first to tell you to not leave cooking up to him.

Between the three of them, they make a pretty fucking good meal. Varric helps by prepping simple ingredients as needed and keeping the mood sociable (which helps with Adonique's general kitchen anxiety).

[twinkboimler]

different kind of tag game

Thanks for the tag @strangenewwords and @affixjoy !

all these things are like what do you read/watch/listen to.

my friends, we are on tumblr. i know this shit about you. you post about it fucking constantly.

i wanna know random shit. so here goes.

How do you heat water?

On the stovetop in my kettle! I only microwave my water if there's no alternative

Do you have a pen cup? If yes/what is the most non-pen item in it? Of course! I got mine as a gift a few years ago. I only have pens/pencils/highlighters in mine, though I do have Spock and Bones keychains hanging from the stylus pens (check out borb's store here and get yourself a spock keychain (the bones keychain is sold out) and get yourself some stickers too while you're at it!)

Do you have a favorite utensil? Tell me about it. I can't think of a specific one. But I like a tiny spoon when eating my soup, so I make sure to keep tiny spoons in the house

I wanna know about your socks. Do you not wear socks? Do you wear cool socks? Are they utilitarian? I wear black ankle socks with my tennis shoes and silly long socks with my boots! I've got a few pairs my mom knitted for me too.

What's the highest hotel/building floor you can take standing on a balcony? I'm pretty good with tall buildings, but I guess it depends what the railing situation is on this balcony. Is it just a single metal railing? Then I start getting anxious only a few floors up. But if there's a sense that I'm genuinely secured on this balcony, then I don't get anxious

Tag five people to learn actual things about them: @thetimetostrikeislater @an-absurd-epiphany @existentialcrisistime @torsamors and @trekinist