#♡ portfolio-of-dreams ; asks

[riddler-green]

Could I request a riddler/ reader w/ a reader who likes to draw him pls 🙏🙏 like as a gift or even just keeps and he finds them in their studio and realises his face is littered along their portfolio like a thoughtfully crafted tapestry and testament of their love or something corny like that I love the idea of a reader who’s just awe strikingly in love and him the same it’s so sweet WAAA but u can do whatever w/ the idea of artist/riddler ur so cool Ty <333

Mi musa.

Summary:  you are an artist with your own habits but you never forget who your true muse is.

A/N: hey hiii! it's me again! thanks so much for the request! I really appreciate it! and I hope you enjoy it, I love that Riddler/ artist concept too!1 ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚

Warning: possessiveness on the part of both, fluff!

Words: 1500.

Art can be a means to convey what you want to say when you don't have the words to get them out of your mouth, you have never proclaimed yourself as the best artist in the world, but for as long as you can remember others have recognized your talent, you are grateful for the compliments of others who find charm in your work when you only find things to improve.

Perfectionism is something that tortures you when you look at your own work, you know there are things to improve but somehow when you draw the man of your dreams it's the opposite. Sometimes they tend to be simple doodles on yellow post-its, sometimes you draw portraits worthy of hanging in renowned museums, when it comes to Edward, you always find solace. A calmness in painting is like a therapeutic remedy.

Edward couldn't stand the itch in his nose, he had to sneeze covering his nose with his shoulder, you stopped painting and looked at the palette in your hand "Sorry" Edward apologizes in a low voice but you can hear him, you move away from the canvas to look at him "No need to be completely still my love, it's okay" you inform him mixing different shades of brown to paint his hair.

Edward kept as still as possible even though he is only sitting on a chair with a dark blue background, he couldn't help but think that when he poses for you it reminds him of an ancient king asking his star painter to do a portrait of him to show his greatness and power. But he knows he is not a king, he is still a little incredulous how someone like him managed to date someone like you, someone who looks at him with so much admiration, so much love that lasts for hours, even when you are out of your studio and he is at his most unfavorable moments you still look at him with great esteem.

"I think I will have to add more red to your cheeks, they are too red" you joke behind the canvas, Edward laughs at the comment, maybe in the past he would have refused to even have his picture taken, as he didn't like the way he looked, but now, he poses in front of you naturally as it is not the first time you paint him.

He doesn't mind that your studio is full of paintings, sheets full of drawings of him, he found it beautiful and wonderful, he started to love himself with your paintings, he sees the beauty that you see in him "Some day you should draw yourself too" says Edward calmly looking everywhere in the studio without turning his head.

"I don't know, self-portraits are hard to do" you reply placing a brush in your mouth as you use a palette knife on the canvas "Although it's not impossible either".

Edward remains satisfied with the answer and is silent again, he feels so excited with the result of the painting, you always make it a masterpiece at the end in his opinion. He scribbled sometimes on his accounting sheets and on his crossword puzzle, he drew question marks, and sometimes he drew you, or well, a caricature version of you, when he showed it to you, you cried, without you knowing you already started sobbing, it's different when they draw you.

Edward catches a glimpse of a rather large picture with all the drawings he has given you as a gesture of love, all the drawings placed as a big collage and protected by glass, under the picture, there was a signature "Eddie's Drawings".

His cheeks ache for he adores that you appreciate him too, it never crossed your mind to judge his drawing skills, you always received the little pen doodles with love "I'm almost done" you speak to him and he makes a happy humming sound, for you, you could be posing for days if you wanted to.

Again he thinks again, deep in his heart he loves it when you proclaim that he is your only muse, not Bruce Wayne, not another rich guy who pays for your paintings, Edward Nashton of KMTJ brings out your creativity to make paintings non-stop.

"I hope it comes out well in this painting," he says and you switch brushes "You always come out beautiful Eddie" you assure him as if it's a no-brainer.

Edward stretches his legs a little when he notices you are putting down all the brushes "More than the plain Mona?" you laugh at his question "More than the plain monkey" you reply and call him over to come to see the painting.

"wow" is the first thing he says when he sees it is him with various mixtures of paints that make it look great, he stays a few minutes fascinated with the work while you finish putting away all the paints and utensils.

"Do you want to take it home?" you ask taking off your Machado apron of various paint textures and Edward nods his head buzzing with delight as he takes your hand.

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"Is it a cow?" you ask looking at the paper in front of you, when they came in from your study day Edward wanted to show you a drawing he did on his break from work "It's a dog" Edward clarifies pointing to the somewhat deformed figure of the dog "it's you and me and the dog we saw in the park" he explains his drawing as you look happily at the drawing, so proud of him.

"It's so cute!" you squeal with happiness placing the drawing on one of the walls of the room "I think I'll put it in my next collection" you speak to him lovingly as the two of you embrace, Gotham nights are usually cold, but when you're next to Eddie it seems like the whole apartment becomes warm.

"I would like you to attend my next Exhibition will you go, right?" the two of you look at each other face to face Edward keeps his eyes closed completely in love with the position they are in "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

The presenter looked at you with respect, he was sitting next to you with several question cards waiting for the program to start, all the time your facial expression was serious.

When the program started the presenter began with a charismatic talk about your works "So, tell us, who is that man who is always in your paintings?" he let out the question with a curious tone the cameramen pointed to your face looking for a surprised expression from you, instead you answered naturally.

"He is my partner, Edward, we have been together for several years and I always fell in love with his way of being" you start talking with a formal tone "When I see something I love, I want to capture it in my paintings so it can be immortalized" you settle back in your seat placing your elbows on armrests.

"Before I was looking for perfection in my art, but now I achieved it without realizing it" the presenter remains static before your speech "perfection is when I look at the effort I put in each work and that it was worth it" you look at the camera in front of you "sometimes art can hurt us, but I decided to be happy painting the love of my life".

The presenter you forgot his name gave a few admiring claps as you took a sip of water. God, you just hope Edward watches the show.

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The man in clear glasses leapt towards you to hug you both standing outside the program set, the stoic countenance disappeared when you noticed your boyfriend, he squealed with joy for the program "God, how I love you!" he proclaims and before you could respond he kisses you on the lips, you close your eyes to enjoy the moment.

"Me too Eddie" you reply kissing him again, you remember hearing about Edward's past, you wish the people who hurt your muse would suffer the consequences of their actions.

"I think I have inspiration for another painting, but this time I need to buy a darker green" you comment smiling at him, Edward gets excited "what kind of green?".

"Mmmm" you pretended to think making a thoughtful sound "What color is the Riddler mask?".

Edward almost choked on his own saliva, in a few times you have painted him as the Riddler and that makes him get more excited "I um, I think, I can tell which gree-en it is" he stutters nervously.

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There were nights when Edward tried to draw you with canvas, and you happily posed while Edward mixed different tones that you could easily make a rainbow vomit, still, it was a dream for you to see him like that, you swear he looks so cool behind the canvas, you seriously consider buying him a beret to match his beautiful eyes.

When Edward finished he proudly showed you the artwork, someone else would say it was a perfect Picasso with the drawings barely repeatable but for you, it was the masterpiece of the century.

Thank you very much for reading! And sorry for the mistakes!

[sweet-seishu]

so, i somehow hit 1k? idk why or how but like, just know i'm very grateful for all of you <3 so to celebrate i decided to host a collab pls be nice it's my first one

the collab is pretty straight forward. it's all about body modification! from piercings, to tattoos, to whatever you can possibly think of. the only requirement is that reader, or the character you write for is a piercer, tattoo artist etc. has this been done before? yes. has it been done by me? nope, so don't come for me :)

rules

you must be 18+ to join, and that should be indicated in your bio/pinned post (i will be checking)

you can write anything. smut, fluff, angst, dark content, it's all permitted. just please make sure you are indicating everything in the warnings

you can write for any fandom, and one character can be repeated up to three times. all characters in this collab will be assumed to be aged up to 18+

you can write anything such as an smau, drabble, full fic, series, it doesn't matter, but please note that any written fic has a 500 word minimum (smaus are a little more flexible)

make sure your warnings are specific. please note use of needles, blood and anything else along those lines

once it's done please make sure to tag me in your work, link this post and hashtag it with #bodymodcollab☆ so i can reblog it and add you to the masterlist :)

how to join

please send me an ask with what character you are wanting to write for. you can join multiple times with different characters. if you are going to post it on a different blog just let me know!

once you're added to the masterlist please make sure to reblog this post :)

due date: there is no due date, take your time and have fun with it ♡

network: @tokyometronetwork

𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Tokyo Revengers

piercer! mitsuya takashi x fem!reader - @sweet-seishu

tattoo artist fem! reader x ran haitani - @/sweet-seishu

tattoo artist! seishu inui x fem reader - @/sweet-seishu

tattoo artist! manjiro sano x fem! reader - @the-psyco-simp

piercer! shuji hanma x fem! reader - @/the-psyco-simp

piercer! reader x shinichiro sano - @pinkhorangnabi

tattoo artist! baji keisuke x reader - @sadisticyouko-main

Jujutsu Kaisen

fem! piercer x junpei yoshino - @portfolio-of-dreams

Genshin Impact

tattoo artist! xiao x reader - @spookyxiao

[rinstars]

RISA YOURE BACK!! IM SO HAPPY

it was so lovely to get a notif saying you posted again! ❤️

also this new story 👀 looking quite interesting so please add me to the taglist!

IM SO HAPPY TOO!! aaa ofc ill add u im so glad to wake up with an inspiration to post a new fic and while it will def be a tough ride, i wish i can give u all something as impactful and important as cfm was :")

[shinigamiplayroom]

chapter 3: the devil you know

tokyo revengers x oc/reader

18+ / minors dni

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synopsis: your best friend convinces you to go out for the first time months after the funeral. you concede, hoping mitsuya will meet you there, but someone else happens to find you instead.

cw: alcohol use, shuji being handsy

a/n: this was not supposed to take this long but when I started adding the smut it made the chapter too long. 😂 So this chapter is the lead-in to the next one (which is literally all smut and mostly finished djfhlsjf) so I had to set the stage first. Thank you so much @portfolio-of-dreams and @kazububs for beta reading ♡

inspo music: mightkillyoutonight by kaiba and bite me by kilo kash

wc: 1.7k

Fog, bass and streaming lights invade your senses the moment you step into the club. Mahi Suru was one of the more popular clubs in Tokyo. Two floors with a massive open area drenched in lights shifting to the beat of the music pulsing through the dark acrylic underfoot. You don’t normally like being surrounded by so many people but your buzz is hitting and fortunately you’re tall enough to locate the bar over the sea of people. Their bodies seem to meld and collide with each other to the techno sound ebbing from the speakers that feel as if they’re all around you. 

You were going to need more than a peach chohai to dull the anxiety and nerves tangled in your chest at the prospect of seeing Mitsuya. You get to the bar and pull out your phone, the light from the screen almost mocking you, like a soft spotlight honing in on the disappointment weaving through your face. Yet another message he hasn’t responded to, but it’s still early. 

You push your phone into your back pocket as Aiko’s hand appears in front of you holding a drink. 

“Sakura Bomb!” Aiko yells smiling, leaning closer so you can hear her over the music. She pulls away, giving your face a quick glance before leaning back in, “Just give it time. All we can do is see if he shows.” 

Damn, she reads you too easily. 

“It is what it is,” you shrug, holding your drink up to your lips before throwing your head back and swallowing the shot. It’s a sweet burn down your throat. The sensation of the alcohol sliding down your throat already making your face feel warm and your body less tense. You cant hear the sound the shot glasses make when the glass kisses the counter or feel the eyes of the man standing across the room boring into you from behind before he pulls his phone out. 

Aiko orders you another shot, your bodies beginning to move to the music letting the alcohol swim into the spaces your mind keeps locked away. All the “what if’s,” and regrets sinking into nothing but fleeting thoughts. Your eyes are closed, your body moving in tandem with the sounds surrounding you when you feel your phone vibrate against you. 

“Fucking finally.” The words fall out of your mouth before you even look to see who texted you. 

“Oh my god! Yes! Where is he? He’s here right? Tell him to get his ass over here!” 

You laugh and roll your eyes, but you can feel the tightness in your chest shift from anticipation to an entirely different emotion. 

HANMA: I got your next shot. 

It takes you a second to process this. 

“Fuck.” 

“What? That motherfucker better not have bailed again,” Aiko snaps, turning to face you, awaiting your response but no other words have made it from your brain to your mouth. 

“Fucking fuck.”  

You don’t mean to ignore her but the thought of Shuji showing up right now would not be ideal for too many reasons to count. The questions Aiko asked earlier about the box he sent you, the possibility of Mitsuya showing up and seeing you with him, the flurry of questions and assumptions that would attack you because of this one man’s presence. Your best bet would be to play it off and try to wait it out where he couldn’t get to you.

You shove your phone back into your pocket and turn towards the bar, a single shot placed in front of you. You don’t even bother to ask the bartender where it came from. You already saw Hanma’s text. You down it in a single swallow and turn toward Aiko.

“Bathroom.”

Her expression is steeped in suspicion but she nods her head and begins to follow you toward the direction of the bathroom. You’ve never been more grateful for a sea of people as you maneuver your way through the mass of moving bodies. You keep your eyes on your goal in an attempt to refrain from accidentally making eye contact with the giant of a man you were trying to avoid. 

You can just make out the door through the fog, cursing yourself for failing to think about the inevitable line of people waiting for the bathroom, making you stop in your tracks. Someone drunkenly attempts to pass by you, bumping into your shoulder, sending half their drink onto your top and your back into Aiko’s chest, almost knocking her over. 

“Shit! Seriously?” You shout after the offender, turning around to check on your friend. “Are you-“

“Damn, I’m jealous.” A deep, familiar voice came from around your friend, your eyes trailing up past the set of broad shoulders and wolffish grin stretched across the face you were running from.

“Fuck off,” Aiko spat, turning around to face whoever it was behind her. 

Hanma leans down towards her, hands in his pockets, lips pulled into the same taunting grin you’ve felt against your skin on a handful of previous nights, “Hello to you too.”

Aiko cracks a fake smile up at him, standing between the two of you, “Bye, we were just leaving.” You could feel the sarcasm oozing out of her. 

You can feel his eyes on you, your gaze connecting around Aiko’s frame. You felt your friend tug at your wrist, pulling you towards the direction of the exit, but your feet don’t move. She turned at your resistance, trying to signal you with her eyes that the exit was in the opposite direction.

A quick survey of the crowd and the entrance steels your resolve. Half the reason you allowed her to drag you here was to see if Mitsuya would meet you tonight. After months of him ghosting you, this was your way of trying to reach him. If he wouldn't meet with you one on one at your place, you thought maybe it would be less pressure to meet somewhere public. 

You shove your hand into the back pocket holding your phone, hoping to feel it vibrate and hoping Mitsuya would at least respond to let you know if he was coming or not. Avoiding Hanma was just an additional task that happened to fail but if you had to deal with him you would do that. 

“Haven’t seen you out in a while Ri,” He responded, as if Aiko never spoke, walking around her to drape his arm over your shoulder. “Was startin’ to think I wouldn’t see you anywhere besides my apartment.” 

Your jaw clenches, shifting your gaze up towards him to make sure he felt your glare as you spoke through the smirk painted on your face. “These drinks on you then, yeah?” 

Hanma smiles down at you, then looks over at Aiko, “I think your friend’s trying to take advantage of me.” 

Aiko rolls her eyes before nearly jumping out of her skin when she feels fingers ghosting the back of her neck, causing her to turn her head in the opposite direction of the pink haired Bonten member she’s been “talking to” now comfortably standing next to her.

“This asshole bothering you?”

Sanzu leaned into her, the scars at the corner of his lips tilted up in a half smile. 

“Not anymore.” You hear her say, looking over at you with her eyebrows raised, wordlessly checking on you. You can almost feel her claws retracting while Sanzu’s arm wraps around her waist before turning her face toward him and smiling before he kisses her. 

“Get a room,” Hanma scoffs, smiling while he leads you back to the bar. 

You down your next two shots, chasing away the thought of the questions Aiko was going to ask you about the comment Hanma made earlier. 

“So you’ve been to his apartment, hmm?” 

The burn from the alcohol helped pull your focus to other things. The music pulsing into you, the feeling of Hanma’s hands on your waist, your hips, your ass. You pulled your phone out every so often when your mind tried to remember what you came out for in the first place. The name you were hoping to see never appearing on the illuminated screen. Each fruitless scroll through your notifications pissing you off more than the last. 

What did you do to him? How was it fair that you were practically begging to talk to him and he couldn’t even text you back? You were hurting too…Ken was yours…without him you felt anchorless. You couldn’t manage to do more than just drift through life right now and hope you didn’t sink. But Mitsuya was there too. Holding you while the last traces of life left Ken's body, keeping you together then, and during the funeral. You wanted to be there for him the way you thought he would be there for you, but it felt like he wasn’t even allowing you to reach out to him. As if the years of memories you shared were buried along with almost every other good thing you had left. 

“You done pouting now?” Hanma’s voice lilted into your ear, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind as he leaned into you. 

You could feel your body melt into him but your mouth bit back, “I don’t know. Are you?” 

One of his hands trailed up your back, wrapping around the base of your neck, “You ignore my texts, try to hide from me and make me wait to sink my dick into you and you’re gonna be this mouthy?” 

Your face heats up. Your head unconsciously tilting into his touch as his words breathe against your skin. Setting every nerve ending on fire even through the pissed off mask you were attempting to uphold. You would let him ruin you right here if you didn’t enjoy making him angrier. 

“Hmm…seems like you aren’t done pouting,” you smirk up at him. 

The words barely leave your mouth before his hand smoothes up the nape of your neck, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling just enough to tilt your head further back.

A full faced grin spreads across his lips, his eyes shooting daggers into you before he leans down, brushing his lips against your ear when he speaks, “We’re leaving, now.”

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