#anyway this scribble is so so Small on the doodle page

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terrible quality Image, high quality Man <3

[yangkitties]

Stray Kids as… your college boyfriends <3

pairing: ot8 x gn!reader || word count: 1.1k genre: 100% fluff 🫶 || warnings: none (except you will feel extremely single after reading this-), not proofread but i think it should be okay :D synopsis: how stray kids are as your college boyfriends :] note: !! it's here !!! my first post !! i'm excited, i hope you enjoy 😁🫶 (feel free to pop into my ask box to chat hehe)

Chan

let’s you steal his hoodies 

super late night study sessions together 

probably walks the entire campus just to pick you up from class 

soooo many cuddle sessions 

late night grocery runs

The room is mostly quiet, the silence punctuated by the click clack of computer keys and the lazy scribble of pens as you and Chan work side by side. A few more pages of notes and you’d be done for the day. 

The night grows, slowly but surely, yet the both of you stay by each other’s sides, working in harmony. The silence is broken finally by a barely stifled yawn, coming out of your mouth. 

‘You tired, darling?’ Chan asks, spinning in his chair to face you. 

‘Not really, just hungry.’ You reply, stretching your arms. 

A beat of silence passes before you make eye contact, his dark brown eyes filling your vision. You already knew what each of you were going to say, but it didn’t matter. 

‘Late night grocery run?’ You both giggle, already getting up to grab your jackets. 

Minho

loads of walks in the campus park while holding hands 

you guys get a small apartment together and adopt a cat 

lots of weekend trips away

cooks lunch for you and leaves cheesy notes in them >.<

likes to lovingly tease you at any given point of time 

Soft purring wakes you up from a nap, and you feel the scratch of soft fur beneath your chin the more conscious you become.  Your eyes are filled with the sight of a sheepish Minho, whose arms are full holding a writhing fur ball. 

‘Sorry, I tried not to let him wake you up.’ He apologises, a small kiss placed on the crown of your head. 

You smile, ‘It’s okay, its high time I woke up anyways.’ You pull the cat into your arms, gently petting his head. 

‘Well that’s right. If you spent anymore time sleeping, you’d end up becoming prettier than me.’ Minho rolls his eyes before joining you on the couch, his head soon finding solace on top of your shoulder. 

Changbin

holds your hand whenever he can

long drives to the beach or nearby towns >:( 

takes you out every weekend 

gets matching tattoos that are tiny so even if you break up you won’t forget him

SERENADES YOU ALL THE TIME !!!! Sitting together, doing nothing? Singing for you. Cooking? Singing for you. Loves the way you blush when he sings for you <3 

It’s a peaceful night, where the both of you are just chilling together. A comfortable silence wraps around the both of you as you do your own things. 

The silence is soon broken, as Changbin’s sweet voice fills your ears. Another pretty love song flows past his lips, causing a smile to break out onto your face. 

‘Why, thank you my Binnie baby.’ You giggle, reaching over and kissing him softly. 

‘Anything for you sweetheart.’ 

Hyunjin

FORCES you to steal his hoodies 

leaves cute little doodles all over ur things. enjoys sketching you <3

so. many. kisses. 

let’s you play with his hair when your stressed 

tries to help you study but ends up distracting you

A flash of a yellow sticky note catches your eyes as you arrange your textbook on your desk. When you flip it open you see a small doodle of a flower on it, with the message ‘a pretty flower for my pretty flower <3 - love hyune’ 

You quickly take a picture, sending a text out to Hyunjin. 

‘thank you baby <3’ 

It takes but a second for you to receive a reply. 

‘anything for you my love’ 

Jisung

soooo many movie nights 

endless cuddles 

takes you out to small impromptu dates ever so often

enjoys sharing clothes with you! more than you stealing his hoodies, he’s stealing your clothes, and occasionally accessories 

likes getting kisses from you

‘Hey honey, where’s that light green hoodie of yours? I bought some new pants and I want to see if they match,’ Jisung calls out as he claws through your wardrobe. 

‘Babe didn’t you wear it two days ago? It should be in the laundry then.’ You giggle as Jisung turns around with a pout. ‘Damn I really wanted to wear it…’

‘Well maybe you should consider buying your own one, instead of stealing all of mine.’ You joke, knowing full and well that he’d rather wear yours. 

Felix 

bakes you treats whenever your stressed (it’s stress relieving for him too) 

BACK HUGS WHENEVER HE SEES YOU 

picnic dates

holds your hand while walking to class 

makes matching bracelets for you both 

Two strong arms encircle your waist, immediately indicating that Felix had found you. You look up to see his endearing smile, dimples popping and eyes shining. 

‘Hello my lovely Lix.’ You coo at him before he could even say anything. 

‘Hi baby! I was just walking to class and I saw you waiting outside. Want me to walk you to your next lecture?’ Felix offers, now beside you, arms wrapped around your shoulder. 

‘I’d love that, thank you.’ You beam up at him as the both of you make your way over to your next class. 

Seungmin

kisses you allllll over your face, but especially loves ur nose

sings you to sleep when ur stressed 

so many goddamn library dates fr, just sitting in silence, studying together 

brings you your morning coffee everyday 

likes to take you shopping because he loves the way you smile when he says you look good <3 

‘How does this look?’ You twirled around once, showing off a simple jumper for Seungmin to judge. 

A soft smile takes over Seungmin’s lips, as his thumb brushed against your wrist. ‘You look absolutely gorgeous baby,’ he said. 

‘Thank you, my love.’ You smile at him before dipping into the trail room once more. 

Jeongin

the best boyfriend fr fr!! walks to class with you, holds your hand, actually helps you study

gets you so many matching items <3

is a shy baby when it comes to showing PDA

temple/forehead kisses 

likes to take you out on simple dates

‘Cmon just another second, don’t open your eyes yet!!!’ Jeongin pleaded as you rolled your closed eyes, huffing as your boyfriend struggled to surprise you. 

‘Okay, you can open them now!!’ In front of your eyes, Jeongin’s palm lays open with 2 silver necklaces in it. You picked one up and noticed that the heart pendant had your initials engraved in it. ‘Do you like it? The one with your initials is for me and the one with my initials is for you.’ Jeongin smiles expectantly, noticing the shine in your eyes.   

‘Oh baby, I love it… thank you.’ 

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[fredwkong]

Alphaworld File 3: Diary of an Alpha Transformation (1 of ?)

Click here to read Alphaworld in posting order.

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An undated journal. It is heavily bedazzled on the covers, though many of the gems appear to have been scraped off or stepped on. There are several stains yellowing the coloured paper of the cover, mostly sweat.

Inside the front cover, there is a space where the owner is encouraged to write their name. Two names occupy the space, one on top of the other. The lower layer is written with a purple marker, neatly spelling the name “Ronaldo Herrera.” There are multicoloured sparkles drawn around the name, and glitter has been sprinkled over it. Some of the glitter appears to have been scraped off with a knife, and there is a 3 centimetre tear at the top interior of the page, as if someone was about to rip it out. On top of the first name, the name “RONNIE H” is scrawled in crude capitals using a pencil. The pencil was applied with sufficient force that graphite scrapes are visible from where they were brushed off the page.

Journal entries flow into each other without dating, but editors have split entries based on context and labelled them “Day One, Day Two, Day Three…” despite the fact that more than one day clearly proceeds between some entries. From this point onward, journal entries are transliterated directly, with marginalia and other notes on the text rendered in square brackets [] to distinguish them from the main body.

[Day One]

OMG, I’m soooo happy to be back on campus! Staying with my parents is such a bore! They don’t let me stream any of my shows, they say drag race is of the devil, and the town is so small that I’m, like, the only twink there. I can’t even get any dl dick all holiday because country guys are all totally masc for masc. My hole is toooootally desperate.

I’m so happy that Ollie across the hall got me this journal! He made it look soooo cute with all the stones! He’s, like, okay for a fellow bottom, even tho his massive crush on me is, like, totally obvious. Sorry babe, this dick is for decoration only lmao! Maybe we could get tag teamed by a big dick boy sometime, that’d be pretty hot. I've never bottomed alongside a transmasc dude.

Anyway, I just stopped at the dorm to drop off my suitcase and get out of my het drag, there’s a whole lotta frat parties starting tonight and if I wanna end my dry spell I’ve gotta be there! I just had to live my Sex and the City fantasy by putting down a few lines in the diary first!

[a doodle of an open-faced journal with scribbly lines on the page in rainbow colours]

[Day Two]

ZOMGGGGGGG [written in double-tall bubble letters across a quarter of the page, filled in with pink highlighter]

This term is gonna be SO AWESOME.

Campus is suddenly full of massive muscle men who are totally desperate for me! I was, like, totally the target of a dominance contest at the party last night, and it was SO HOT.

So I walk in, right? And I’m dressed in my usual, my lil slutty crop and my littlest shorts. Here, I took a pic before I left so you can see how cute I was.

Anyway, I’m cute, I’m obvious, I’m ready to have any guy absolutely wreck me. Like, last night, I would have taken a bicurious frat bro fucking me raw, my hole was so neglected. So I am a blaring neon sign: I’M A FAG [written in rainbow marker colours]

And as soon as I walk in, this GOD [a doodle of a massive man is in the margin, a perfect X shape covered in cartoonishly bulging muscles] comes up to me and is all, “Hey boy, I’m Nate.” He. Is. PERFECT. Gorgeous grey eyes, windswept dirty blond hair, a tank top hugging pecs the size of my HEAD. And his voice gets me tooootally weak in the knees. I can't believe he's LOOKING at lil ol me, even if I do look like a twinky slut.

But before I can even say anything to Nate, there’s another MASSIVE arm draped over my shoulder, and ANOTHER massive guy is whispering in my ear, like, “Name’s Lee. Want a drink?” I look over, and he’s just as hot as Nate, with shiny black hair and this perfect sexy smile like a J-pop star. But, like, if a J-pop star was 250 pounds of pure muscle and sex.

I swear all the air went out of the room. Suddenly, Nate and Lee were glaring at each other over me, and all these frat bros were staring.

BTW, when did all the frat bros get so cuuuute? Like, not as sexy as Nate and Lee, but they’re all totally cut this term and I think they’ve got some skincare going? Like I wanna go back sometime lmao.

Lee, like, GROWLED as he glared across me. I felt a li-ter-al rumble from his chest. Nate started totally flexing his big pecs, I thought his shirt was gonna shred in the middle. They didn’t even SAY anything, it was so totally primal. I think I got a whiff of Lee as he tucked me closer to his chest, and I realised he totally doesn’t use deodorant. He smelled totally HAWT.

Anyway, I have two perfect men fighting over me, and I’m not letting either of them go, so I go, “Boys, I promise my holes are big enough to share.” I totes flashed my dimples at them. [doodle of a smiley face]

They kept glaring at each other, but finally Lee was like, “I get his hole.” Maybe he, like, won the contest or whatever? Because Nate looked down at the floor and said, “Fine.” And I mean, fine with me! I love getting stuffed from both ends! What a way to come back from vacay!

We didn’t stay at the party long, just long enough for Lee to get me a drink and Nate to carry me around the dance floor a bit. I checked on Lee while we were dancing, and he was, like, totally making out with one of the frat bros. Like, a guy I knew was straight. I blew him freshman year when his gf was away. I guess Lee’s just like that, lmao.

We ended up upstairs. I think Lee’s in the frat? But we weren’t in his room, which was kinda hot. Lee and Nate sandwiched me between them as soon as we were through the door. I was tooootally surrounded by massive muscle as Nate made out with me and Lee sucked on my neck. I felt, like, high, with Nate’s big cock grinding into my belly through his jeans while Lee felt up my cute ass.

“You guys kissing would be so hot,” I gasped as Nate pulled off my shirt and Lee took off my shorts.

They both hesitated, I could feel it. “Oh c’mon,” I moaned, “you’re both tooootally hot, and you haven’t touched at allllll.”

Suddenly, Lee picked me up and threw me on a random frat bro’s bed. “I guess your mouth IS gonna be busy,” he said, which was SOOO hot, and then he started slicking up my hole.

Pretty soon, both hunks were balls deep in me. They were SOOOOOO big [doodles of massive, soft cocks cover the margins of this page] and I took ALL of them. Lee filled me up SO good, rubbing my prostate like he was fingering me. And Nate tasted, like, perfect. And the whole time, Nate kept pulling back just far enough that I could watch him and Lee kissing over me.

FUCK, they made me look like a little doll between them! I think once they were in me, all the dominance stuff went away, because they were TOTALLY making out. Nate’s, like, SO noisy, and Lee kept on doing that growl thing like he’d done before, which made me moan around Nate’s cock, which made him even noisier.

I came handsfree right before Lee flooded my ass and Nate filled my mouth with cum.

By the time our clothes were back on, Lee and Nate were back to playing their weird dick measuring game, keeping me between them as we went back to the party. I think Nate left pretty soon, but I danced for a bit longer and made out with a few frat bros. They really ARE super cute now, and they all seemed totally into me. Guess they finally got over being raging fucking homophobes lmao.

Anyway, I got home and crashed as soon as I’d cleaned all the cum and sweat off. Now my hand’s all crampy from writing for so long lol. Oooh, I should go tell Ollie all about it!

[Day Three]

I was, like, SO right.

The last few days have been AWESOME!!!! [jagged star doodles all around the word] I swear there are soooo many hunks on campus all of a sudden! One of my profs this term is a tooootal musclestud.

So I’m taking this class on fashion history, and when I looked it up, this Prof. Romano guy was listed for it. He was cute, one of those cute tweed aesthetic guys. You know, a fag who studies fashion. Like, OMG, that picture must be SO OLD.

I show up for class all ready to sit in the back row, but then I see this MAN standing at the podium. Like, total Italian stallion, with the dark waves and the stubbly jaw. He was, like, BURSTING out of his blazer. I could watch his pec bounce through three layers of fabric.

So obv I run down and sit in the front row. I’m not the first fag to have the idea, there’s already like 3 other twinks down there, but I’m totally the cutest. As the rest of the class comes in and sits down, these two GORGEOUS boys walk in and go up to the prof. They’re totally shredded, and dressed in complementary button-ups. And the muscle-god prof pats each of them on the head! Then they go sit down in some chairs behind the podium, and I can see their boners in their cute slacks.

The prof clears his throat, and it’s this DEEP, RESONANT sound. I got a total eargasm just listening to the rumble. “Good morning, class,” he says. And then his next words are TOTALLY burned into my brain:

[written in shaky block letters across a whole page] “You will call me Alpha Mario.”

And then he says, “I am your professor, and I will see you all for extra credit,” while rubbing himself through his pants, like half the class isn’t ready to have his babies. My cock was ROCK FUCKING HARD in my jeans. [doodle of a leaking penis]

He introduces his TAs as Beta Max and Beta Owen. IDK, maybe it’s a kink thing? He’s clearly their dom or something, they were totally devoted to him all class. I’d happily be Alpha Mario’s Beta if he’s hiring, lmao! [hearts are doodled around “Alpha Mario”]

Anyway, that’s just one ep in the PORN SHOW that is my life these days! Ollie’s room has been, like, a revolving door of cock since we got back, and I usually take two or three loads a day out on campus. This group of straight computer science geeks actually begged to fuck me yesterday, so I was dripping all the way home.

They were surprisingly buff for nerds, too! I should point out to Ollie that we gotta hit the gym if we wanna keep up with all the boys on campus this term. Can you imagine? Us at the gym! [The rest of the page is covered in stickers of the laughing emoji]

[Day Four]

Went to the gym today! Not to workout, but I had this new outfit idea and I thought it might get me noticed if I just hung out in the locker room. OH BOY, was I right!

Last few days all my clothes have been feeling super tight, so I’ve been doing a lot of [scribbled in rainbow marker] SHOPPING. It’s too bad, all my old clothes were suuuuper cute, but I’ve started giving some of my old faves to repeat fuckbuddies. One of the guys who used to push me around for being faggy, this guy called Brendan, has been coming over for the last few nights. I never realised how cute he is before!

Anyway, the first night Brendan came over he throatfucked me, but last night he told me he really wanted to feel my fingers in his hole, so I started fingering him! It was soooo hot that my cock ended up totally hard and before I knew it HE was blowing ME while I rubbed his prostate. He’s been texting me all day, begging to service my cock again. Lol, he just sent a voice message all like, “Please, Ronaldo, I’ll do anything to make you cum again!”

My point is I gave him a pair of my old booty shorts. They fit him perfectly, even though he NEVER had an ass as nice as mine before. He’s been wearing them all day today, just like I told him. It’s so hot, knowing he’s showing off like a fag even though he used to be a straight homophobe.

Fuck, I was writing about MY clothes! I’ve been so distracted by hot beta boys the last few days. I thought it was kinda time to change up my style, plus I looked super hot trying on some more dude-type clothes, so here’s the pic of me I took while I was hanging out at the gym.

I had guys HANGING OFF OF ME after a few minutes. It was totally hot, they wanted to do anything I said. Before long, I had a bunch of hot guys kissing me all over and all the cocks I could want to suck. Guys kept running out to grab their hot friends to join us, and all these guys were focussed on me.

At one point one of the staff came in, and I could tell it was to tell us to stop. He was a cute guy, really filled out his work polo, you know how gyms always hire swole dudes and curvy gurls to work at the front desk. I just gave him this LOOK from the middle of my pile of dudes, and I could feel his straightness melt away as his cock started leaking in his preppy shorts.

But just as I was about to cum, my cap got ripped off my head and I was dragged out of the pile by Nate, the guy from that frat party. I swear, he got even BIGGER since last time, he held me up by my shoulders like I was a paperweight. He was totally growling at me, too. He said something like, “I hate when they’re half done,” whatever that means, and then he yelled at all the other boys to get back to work.

Once we were along in the locker room, Nate shook me like a doll. “All the ex-het Betas can treat my gym as neutral ground, but it’s MY territory to you and the other half-done Alphas, you got it?” [note: Alpha and Beta are capitalised in the original text, although Ronnie does not seem to have been aware of the Alpha Phenomenon]

I was like “What are you talking about?”

Nate said, “You’ll get it.” Then I started smelling this INCREDIBLE smell. It was like really sharp cedar cologne mixed with fresh sweat. There was something else too, and it made me feel totally out of it.

Next thing I knew, I was on my knees swallowing Nate’s cock again. “Yeah,” he was saying while he fucked my throat, “this’ll speed you up. You’ll probably never submit again after this, so I’m gonna enjoy it.”

I just stayed there, taking him all the way into my throat. I feel like a week ago it would’ve been totally hot, but today it felt different. Nate using me made me MAD [underlined several times]. I felt like I should do something about it, like punch him or steal one of his boys, but the smell coming off of him kept me docile.

Nate came really quietly, which made me madder. My throat is an incredible tool, okay? Any guy should be screaming when I blow him, especially a noisy top like Nate. Then he patted me on the head like I was a little boy and said, “Head home. Drop a load in that guy who lives across from you, he should be progressing well too.” Then he just. Walked away.

I was gonna stay here all night just to spite the asshole, but I’m super horny again and I don’t wanna go back out. Maybe I’ll go see if Ollie’s got any visitors tonight or if he wants me to fill his holes for him.

[Day Five]

[From this point, entries are written in a noticeably heavier hand. Lowercase Es and Os become jagged.] Fuck, last night was fucking awesome. I knocked on Ollie’s door, and he answered in nothing but a thong, showing his bottom growth right through the fabric. His legs have been getting so hairy and thick, he looked super slutty. Plus his room smelled like sex and cum. I’ve been sleeping out, but seems like Ollie’s been taking house calls.

“Ronaldo?” he said, blinking up at me in surprise. I think we used to be a matching pair of little twinks, but guess I’ve had a growth spurt.

I shoved through the door. What was he gonna do, stop me? I was like, “Where’s your lube?” It came out of my mouth so deep, in a crazy manly register. “I wanna finger you.”

Ollie fuckin’ moaned when I said that, and stumbled over to his night table to grab it. He keeps his lube right out in the open, proud of how much cock he takes. I was already dropping my jeans, my cock was getting super hard and I hate feeling it strain. It deserves to be seen anyway.

Once I grabbed Ollie’s lube, he stood against the wall and presented his ass for me. Fuck, just remembering the look of all that hair on his fat ass is making me leak again. Okay I jerked a bit, should be able to write. [there is a stain on the page here]

Ollie’s hole was still loose from his last dick appointment, so I pushed three fingers in nice and easy. Ollie was moaning, all, “When did your fingers get so thick,” and “What’s happening to us, Ronaldo?” so I roughed up his G-spot a bit until he wasn’t being so articulate anymore.

“What’s happening to us is we’re gonna rule this school,” I hissed at him. I’d realised that it wasn’t gonna be enough to finger him and make him blow me. I needed to shoot inside his ass right fucking now. “Fags are in fucking charge here now.”

Fuck, wait, I need to text Brendan and get him over here. I need him milking my cock so I can focus on writing.

[There are several crude doodles of dicks, asses, and cum splatters in various marker colours before the entry continues on the facing page]

So anyway I slammed Ollie against the wall and shoved my cock into him. My cock’s so much fucking bigger now, too. Like it’s really filling up Brendan’s mouth while he sucks on me. I had enough cock to really saw at Ollie's asshole, and I felt him cum handsfree onto the wall.

“That’s it,” I growled in his ear as I had to hold him up. “This is what you’ve wanted ever since we became neighbours, right? Ollie wanted to get Ronnie’s big alpha dick in his hole.” It felt good to call myself a

[in massive letters on its own line] ALPHA

Ollie didn’t really say words at that point, just lots of “Yes” and “More.” I could hear his voice getting deeper with every thrust, too.

By the time I was getting close, Ollie’s room reeked like ME. It wasn’t a bad smell, but I knew any boy who came in here would be able to tell that all this musk and spice wasn’t just Ollie. It would take weeks for this to be really Ollie’s territory again now that I had marked it. “Fuck, show me that man pussy,” I ordered him, and threw him down in his bed.

Switching holes felt like the most natural thing in the world. I’m fucking built for topping, I can’t believe I thought I hated it. I fucked Ollie through a couple more orgasms and then let myself fill up his man pussy with what felt like 3 loads.

I fell asleep still inside him.

FUCK. I just came in Brendan’s mouth, and it felt totally different. Like, I marked Ollie’s room, but I didn’t mark HIM. His holes are open for anyone to fill. He can own other boys for all I care. But Brendan? Brendan’s fucking MINE. He’s mine he’s mine he’s mine. MY Brendan. [scribbled hastily] I need his hole NOW.

[written later]

I took a pic of Ollie before I started fingering him. I bet he looks totally different now, like me. Gotta go, MY Brendan’s gonna show me how to do a gym session.

To Be Continued...

[rosedere]

Bind the Heart (Mushroom fae Jade x Reader)

CW: Soft Yandere content

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I wouldn't walk near that trail if I were you.

As you continued to climb over the heavy logs surrounding the beaten path off the trail beside you, you scoffed.

I'm not lying, child; they say the fae roam past the dense forest.

and you don't want to attract their attention. the soulless desire for the gaze of any maiden.

The old woman's voice began to grow distant as you rolled over another mossy, stiff log lying in your way.

By this point, you didn't care. You were just wanting peace and quiet before your parents would look for you, signaling dinner time.Even if there were actually fae in the woods, none of them would have ever appeared near you.

Nothing really mattered to you in the moment anyway, feeling the cool shade of the trees surrounding you like a blanket, the few glimmering lights reflecting on the ground reminding you of stars twinkling around you as you went further away into the shady grove calling ahead to you.

Accidentally you stumbled upon this part of the trail when you were out trying to sketch different landscapes, eventually coming over to the secluded area because of the beauty and peace it exuded. 

Walking with caution, you stopped when you saw something different about the groove ahead.

Normally, the lush clearing around this time during the summer would maybe have a few lingering wildflowers or maybe one type of vine crawling up the mature trees dotting the area.

But a vibrant, polka-dotted mushroom was something unusual.

Walking around the fungi, you made a mental note to yourself but didn't dwell on it until you went further towards the clearing where the heavy rotten log you would sit at was sitting against the tall trees surrounding it.

Your spot had been completely taken over by the abundant red and light flesh mushrooms, which were almost perfectly placed on the ground near the log.

You swore some even seemed to be placed in different intricate designs or perfectly formed shapes in the ground.

Carefully side-stepping the immense number of fungi, you dusted your spot before sitting on top of your usual spot and lying your backpack beneath your feet.

Sighing to yourself, you grabbed your sketchbook out, touching the plain surface as you fished your pen out of your pencil bag. Grabbing the red pen from your strapped-on pouch attached to the blue cover, you turned the pages to find any clean page to practice your scribblings for the evening.

Eventually settling on the cramped page that had doodles of characters and ideas youd daydream about while in class that were covering a minimal amount of space, you began to scratch and sight a sketch of the grove today.

Busy with your pencil, you failed to notice the curious mirth of yellow and gray orbs besides you on a mushroom.

his smaller-than-life wings carefully fluttering as he looked up in wonder at your preoccupied but worn face.

The fae always wondered why you looked so lonely every time he'd stumble upon you.

It's not as if you'd be able to see the source. He didn't want you to notice him yet. 

The tiny fae moved quietly, the soft twinkle of his small aquamarine wings fluttering behind him as he began his task of collecting magic from the land around him as he began his work of meticulously placing the mushrooms as he'd been taught by many other fae.

You see, he has had his attention on you since you first decided to settle on this grove as your private getaway.

Almost getting stepped on as he slept on a piece of milk thistle, it was only then that he wanted to curse the very ground you walked on as you stomped around the grassy terrain without a care in the world.

Deciding his nap was spoiled anyway, he stealthily followed behind, curious to figure out who had some nerve to come into his territory.

His magical catalyst was ready to strike you from behind as he stalked quietly behind You only happily skipped along, eventually plopping yourself onto the wooden log.

His home.

but as soon as he began to aim at you, he could not will himself to cast.

Only the intrigue that formed when he saw your face; he had never seen any humans in his short life span, but he knew there was something about you.

Something comforting.

His cold chest feeling alight as if someone lit him within as he studied your different features and mannerisms you had in the short time before you abruptly left in a hurry.

He sadly assumed this would be it since you left with your things out of the grove. 

But then, when you returned every day with items he’d never seen before, he suddenly thought of the worst.

You must be trying to summon him.

or, at worst, trying to find him.

He had heard from the other fae humans that they sought their kind for many different motives.

To summon Fae and have the utmost control over the beings to become their servants

Or..

for their "heart.”

He observed you one of these days when he decided to perceive you further.

He laid the pieces of gold he'd collected earlier that morning around his hollow log.

Just as he finished, he heard the familiar crunch of your boots on the ground.

hiding underneath your bag settled next to his home, you sat down as you usually did.

A glimmering piece of gold lay beside your spot.

But you never reached for it.

Every day that week, you never grasped it once.

It confirmed to him what he suspected.

You enjoyed being there with him.

and that affirmed his feelings more.

To be wanted by a mortal was mostly unheard of. But it was special nonetheless.

The fae was snapped out of his reminiscing when he heard you above him digging through your pencil bag.

You were coloring your sketch in.

That meant you were close to leaving.

Grabbing more mushrooms, he hurriedly placed the perfect mushroom across your seated form. 

It was time.

The luminous speckles radiated from the grassy grove, specifically the mushrooms you were finishing coloring in, and began to rise. Frowning, you looked up at the sky, still showing the sun high in the sky, not even close to evening. Ruling out fireflies, you bent down to see the mushrooms closer.

It seemed like a perfect ring, all formed in a small circle around you.

Looking at the circle in awe, you left your sketchbook and pens on top of the grooved wood you were sitting on.

Bending over into the earthy ground, you bent down to look at one of the distinct red and white toadstool mushrooms in front of you, glowing with a light teal and gold shimmer.

As you inspected the mushroom, you noticed a distinct golden speck on the mushroom.

You thought the pattern was interesting because of the way the lines reminded you of a small eye staring back at you, the gold speckle being their iris, and the cool slate blue iris on the left looking up at you with a sharp grin spreading.

Looking harder, a small twinkle from the eye of the mushroom was heard.

And upon closer inspection, you saw a tiny guy.

A tiny human; his small torso the size of your index finger; his pants and shoes the color of a vibrant forest mushroom. 

The cherry on top was the small, iridescent magic-filled wings on his back as the teal-haired fae met your gaze.

Startled by the sudden attention, you hopped up on your two feet, freezing and looking down at the mushroom.

A sparkle began to rise, glimmering in the sunny skies above—eventually landing on top of your arm.

Moving your arm to inspect further, the small sparkle beckons for your attention.

He sat with his small red and white dotted toes crossed on your heavy jacket sleeve, his head resting on his hands as the small fae looked up at you in adoration.

“Can you finally see me?”

The silvery melodic tune in his voice was unique. A voice that was deep but also rich, almost androgynous, the little fae possessed.

You didn't respond, only bringing your sleeve up to your eye level to actually see him.

“Did you make all of these mushrooms appear?” narrowing your eyes at the small being.

“It's my gift,” he only smiled, rearing his pointed teeth, way sharper than any creature you'd seen before.

“It's only fair that I bring something to my heart.” 

Furrowing your brow, you looked down at his small body.

"Ah, my apologies. We should introduce  ourselves." The small fae stood up, being able to see the true height of the fae being a few centimeters taller than you assumed.

“My name is (name),” you replied curtly.

The small fae only smiled, baring his fine teeth once more like an angler.

You assumed he'd tell you his name in return as you looked curiously at the small being.

A dark chuckle radiated from him before he crossed his heart with his hand.

“(Name) is your name, right?”

His tone was still that of silvery bells ringing, but you could hear something sinister behind his words now.

Hesitantly, you nodded about to follow his question with one of your own until you felt the uncomfortable tightness begin.

An awareness of your clothing was followed by your layered sleeves feeling like they were getting tighter on your body before the glowing began.

A flash of gold engulfed your body before you fell hard onto the dirt.

While trying to pick yourself up, you only felt yourself being grabbed by your hair from behind, causing you to sputter out weakly.

Struggling against the strong grip, you eventually gave up sprawling against the cold mildew soil below. “Im glad you chose to give me your heart as well,” the voice tickled the back of your neck.

His hands began to wander your clothed back, tracing a lone finger up the bottom of your spine to between your shoulder blades.

“I can't wait until I mark you as mine; I wonder what wings you’d form.” 

“Get away from me!” 

Finally being able to pushback off the fae, you ran forward, not sure of where you were heading.

Just out of this clearing.

You didn't hear footsteps following you or feel his golden gaze on you as you neared a tall mushroom towering over you, casting shade underneath the glowing mushroom.

Deciding you could stop, you only huffed and puffed as you leaned against the stem of the larger-than-life mushroom.

You didn't know much about the Faes, just that they were supposedly friendly little winged things. The exact opposite of whatever that thing was.

You looked back in the direction in which you ran.

Still no sign of the fairy.

Looking down at your now-scuffled clothes to make sure you weren't injured was when you saw the small gold speckles and blue orbs begin to form around your body.

Worry seeped into your chest when those damn melodic silver bells sung around you, coming from above you.

He found you. The fae only circled you until he moved his hand above you, creating a beam of warm energy to form around you. a bubble of energy.

You tried to run out of the bubble-like structure, only to be forcefully bounced back into the mushroom you were underneath.

“Having second thoughts, my love?”

He laughed a haughty laugh before it melted into a melodic, chiming sound.

“Once you give your name out, you can't take it back from me, your beloved.”

Helpless as you watched him pick up the bubble, now swirling gold and light blue specks of magic, he carried you away to your familiar hollowed log. 

his fingers running through your hair as he quietly hummed an ancient song in a language you'd never heard before as you swayed helplessly in his arms.

Your new home, he declared as he reclaimed his heart.

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Note: This was requested by a Guest on AO3 btw! my Requests are going to be open until September before I work on my huge story in october mwahahaha

[charles-simmons-fanfiction]

Drawings - Todd Anderson / Neil perry

Description: lately Todd has started to get into drawing, mostly just when he's bored. But nothing inspires him like his best friend simply existing does. [Fluff, oneshot, 2,1k words]

This is the first fic for this blog, so please let me know if you like it, it would mean the world to me. Hope you enjoy it <3

What started as a sunflower doodle on the corner of the page was now a whole drawing of a garden. Todd knew he should be focusing on what the teacher was saying, Latin was not really an easy class, but the scribbles were simply more interesting at this point.

Especially now with the dead poets reunions, Todd grew to really like art, any type of art. He wasn't the best at it, which bothered him more than he'd like to admit, but in essence, he liked it. There was something about art that he could not quite comprehend. A way people connected with it, expressing feelings that he could barely understand. And that's not even talking about the skills art takes. Charlie, for example, was not just good with words, but also played the trumpet well.

"If only he could share half his confidence with the rest of school. There would be not one insecure person left" Todd thought. It was as annoying as it could be impressive, and he couldn't deny a strong sense of jealousy towards Charlie in a way.

Soon there was not much to add on the garden in his notes and he started looking for something else to draw. Nothing seemed to catch his interest though.

Then he looked at the friend sitting next to him, Neil Perry. He was truly an amazing and passionate artist, yet what Todd felt wasn't jealousy, but rather a strong feeling of admiration. Neil somehow was so perfect at everything. Smart, talented, nice, good looking. And although Todd was not one to even pay attention to looks, even he could notice how charming Neil was. His jawline, his hair, his so-expressive eyes. And, especially, his smile. The way it always felt so warm, so genuine and bright. Now that was something Todd wished he could capture.

His hands moved quickly, making a small sound of the graphite against the paper as he drew. The scribbles started to look like a face, surely, but it was still only barely recognizable as who it was supposed to be.

"Todd" The familiar voice talking to him made him snap out of his thoughts. He looked at Neil and instinctively hid his notebook as he muttered a "What?".

"Look at the board, there's an assignment to do." There was, in fact, an assignment to do. Todd hadn't even noticed. He embarrassedly thanked Neil and rushed to open his book.

After class he went back to the drawing. There was something so off about it. It was a boy, just not Neil. He tried to fix it a few times before realizing he would have to start over.

And he did. He started over, more than once.

Every chance he had to pull out his notebook would be used. If possible, he would try to stay somewhere he could see his "reference". It's not that he didn't know what Neil looked like by heart, he did, it's just that it was nice looking at him. Comforting, almost. Even when they didn’t talk, it was nice to simply have him there, somewhere he could see, or feel.

It might be stupid, but for Todd it felt like everything about Neil could make beautiful art. From the most special moments to the most mundane ones. Like when he wakes up in the morning, his hair all messy and his eyes sleepy. Or when he is so focused on what he’s reading that it’s like he’s unaware of everything around him. Or when he laughs. Especially when he laughs. 

Regardless of Todd's efforts, though, the drawing never looked exactly like Neil. Even if it resembled him, it didn't have his essence, his charm. He got more and more frustrated, and, at some point, he got annoyed and gave up. He threw the notebook on his bed, there was homework to get done anyway.

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That afternoon, Neil had spent with the others. In theory, for studying. In reality, to chat and hear Knox talk about the girl he's in love with for the millionth time. They had invited Todd, who denied. It was always a shame when he did that, but not a surprise either. Neil understood he needed that time alone.

By the time he got back to their dorm, it was already dark outside. He opened the door carefully, expecting to find Todd asleep.

As expected, he was asleep, but with his head on the desk, which was full of books and paper. "He must've slept while studying again." Neil thought, unsurprised, as he dropped his bag on the floor. Just like he always did when this happened, he gently picked Todd up and put him in his bed. He also made sure to grab a blanket for him.

Before he turned off the lights, he took a second to admire his roommate. For someone who was that anxious while awake, it was nice seeing him completely peaceful. Neil almost didn't notice the open notebook on the corner of the bed, probably forgotten there. He picked it up to put back in its place, but his attention was caught when he noticed it had drawings, not words.

The first page had a drawing of a garden. Each flower looked different, and the style was inconsistent, in a unique way. Neil smiled,"I didn't even know Todd liked to draw", as he turned the page.

There was the drawing of a boy, who he didn't recognize, smiling and looking at the distance. Neil hesitated, not feeling sure if this was something he was supposed to be seeing. It was the curiosity, added to a light feeling of jealousy, that made him turn another page.

This time it was a full body drawing, with not too many detail, of a boy in a Welton uniform. It was clear it had been erased way too many times, and the paper was almost tearing. It could be anyone, really, but it bothered him a little that he didn't know who. He turned the page one more time, there were some doodles, probably for practice.

This was probably an invasion of Todd's privacy, so he told himself he would close the book after just one more drawing. Neil turned the page one more time, and when he saw it, it took him a few instants to process. It had a few drawings, all of the same person. Him.

Multiple drawings of him, in different angles, clothes, expressions. Under each drawing there were notes in a poorly written handwriting. "Why is it his smile that never looks similar??", "His nose looks better than that", "Wow, he's the only person who manages to make reading glasses charming" were some of those notes, along with some self criticism for next drawings.

Neil quickly closed the notebook, slightly blushing, and feeling like he had definitely just seen something he was not supposed to. He took a look at Todd, checking if he was still asleep.

In a way, he was extremely flattered. And more than anything, he couldn't help but feel very loved, which was probably stupid, those were just drawings. It still touched him a lot though. To have someone look at you and see something worth making art about. He tried containing his smile. No one was there to see it, but he still felt embarrassed of how much he was smiling.

It was getting late, and he needed to sleep. Neil glanced at Todd one last time. It took everything in him not to hug him, that would be weird, but he didn't see any harm on a small kiss on the forehead. He gently stroked Todd's hair as he did it, feeling relieved his roommate was asleep.

"I love you so much" Neil whispered, and went to bed before he could even think too much of what he said.

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Todd woke up in his bed the next day, instead of at his desk. As usual, he simply assumed he had walked to his bed on his own and forgotten about it.

Neil was already up, finishing some work before the class started.

"Good morning" Todd yawned, slowly getting off of bed.

"'Morning" Neil didn't look at him, just kept focused on what he was doing. "Have you slept well?"

"I did, actually. Had a nice dream for once. You?"

"I slept well too"

His answers sounded dry. Todd thought it was weird, but didn't question it. He got up and started getting ready. When he reached out to get his notebook, he noticed it wasn’t on his bed anymore. Instantly distressed, he began looking for it, taking off the sheets from his bed, then looking under it.

"What are you looking for?"

"My notebook! I could swear I had left it here!"

"What does it look like?" Neil looked around too, checking on the desk. "Is it this one?"

Todd's eyes widened and he quickly took the book back from his hands.

"Is that like a diary or something?" Neil asked, taken aback by how nervous Todd had gotten.

"Yeah, kind of" He threw the notebook in his bag and closed it. "You didn't open it or anything, right?"

There was a slight hesitation, or maybe Todd just imagined it. "No, I didn't. Don't worry"

"Good. Thanks." He sighed in relief, grabbing his bag and giving him a small wave as he left the room, feeling like he had just escaped what could’ve been a very awkward situation.

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It was a few days later, that Neil and Todd were sitting on the grass next to the lake and doing some physics homework. Somehow there was always something to get done. Not that Neil was complaining, it wasn't that bad as long he didn't have to do it alone.

Soon the sun would set and it was starting to get cold. It was a nice feeling, both of them doing their own work and only sometimes asking the other for help to understand the questions, but that was it.

"Hey Todd" Neil was the one to break the comfortable silence.

"Hm?"

"I need to confess something" Todd looked up at him, now feeling slightly anxious as Neil spoke. "I did go through your notebook that day. I apologize for doing that, and for lying."

There was complete silence again, now with a certain tension between them. Todd didn't look at him at first, nor did he say anything for a few seconds.

"I'm gonna jump into this lake" He said embarrassedly.

"Your drawings are very good, by the way" Neil tried to lighten the mood. "You never told me you liked to draw"

Todd put all his stuff in his bag, ready to leave, before Neil grabbed his wrist, lightly, barely holding it.

"If you're embarrassed about the drawings of me, please don't be, they're great and I think it's sweet-"

"Please, stop talking" Todd was blushing deeply, still looking anywhere but Neil's eyes. "I'm not mad at you, but don't go through my stuff"

"I won't, I promise" His hand was still on Todd's wrist, he didn't want to let go. Eventually, Todd sat back down again. "I meant it, I think it's very sweet you drew me"

"It's embarrassing"

"No, it's lovely."

Todd looked at him this time, looking for any sign of a negative reaction, but there wasn't any. Neil looked at him with so much adoration, and Todd could swear he had never felt this appreciated by anyone.

Neil's hand moved down to Todd's hand, hesitantly. Their fingers intertwined as both of them simply kept eye contact, admiring the person in front of them as if they were art. Because they were.

"I should write some more poems for you. To make it even, y'know"

“More?”

“Yes. More.”

Todd smiled warmly.

The sun was now almost set, and it was getting dark. They probably couldn't be seen from too far. Neil took a deep breath, taking courage, and gently put his hand on Todd's face, then leaned in and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Out of all the artists in the world, you're my favorite" He whispered into his ear.

Todd squeezed Neil's hand lightly, reciprocating the affection. "And you're mine."

And that night, they walked back to their dorm still holding hands, chatting lightly, and generally enjoying the other's presence. For they were both the artists and the muses, and they knew that.

[icypenguin]

genshin men Xiao, Neuvillette, Alhaitham, Wriothesley, (sperate) x y/n??

How about them meeting a teen (14 -16) y/n who is like Kairi from kingdom hearts and always saw how they always kept a diary with them full of writing and some small doodles??

(this is platonic ofc I RLLY wanted to see their interactions with Kairi from kingdom hearts also I would search her personality because I don't know how to describe it sorry!! 😭😭)

★~ Words and doodles!

HELLO ANON, OFCOURSEE I’LL BE HAPPY TO!!!!! I HOPE I GOT KAIRI’S PERSONALITY RIGHT… but anyway i hope you’ll like it so please enjoyyyyy!

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★~ Xiao: you accidentally bumped on him while rushing to get the new limited edition sticker collection! he’ll be quite grumpy but he doesn’t really care about it anyway (mehhh). “oh! sorry sir, here you could have this doodle i did earlier! byebye!” you gave him a sticker as an apologize. he only stood there, not knowing what to say. the second time you met eachother is when he was strolling around at a park and you were doodling and writing in your diary. he noticed you but he pays no mind. but ofcourse, you noticed him and walked to him. you were very sorry for that incident so why not offer him a doodle? “hey, sir! i’m really sorry for our past events. as an apology… let me doodle you!” “uh.. i- um.. sure?” he was quite confused ofcourse. but after 5 minutes he was happy to see your doodle of him smiling and not have a grumpy face.

★~ Neuvillette: he was you wondering through fontaine a couple of times always holding that precious diary of yours. he was going to work, he stumbled upon a familiar diary. as he thought of it again, he remembered you. he bet you were looking all over fontaine for your diary. he took it and took a great peek inside. he saw your variations of doodles and writings. he was amazed by your style, well he’s never seen something like this on the newspaper. as he continued walking, he saw you asking everyone in the street about your missing diary. then, it was his turn to be asked “hello, chief of justice! have you seen a diary that i always carry around? please tell me you’ve seen it!”. your worried expression faded as he pulled out your diary. “i believe this is what you’re talking about?” he handed you the diary. “yes! thankyou sir! thankyou thankyou! how can i repay you?” you took the notebook and hold it close. “well.. i took a peek of your diary and your writing amazed me. perhaps you could write a biography of me?” “ofcourse! i’d be happy to”. you wrote him a biography and made some doodles of him. he was delighted to see the results. he’ll be sure to hire you as his assistant someday.

★~ Alhaitham: he’ll be.. i guess pretty interested in a girl always bringing around her diary? well, he does like books and writing. as you were exploring sumeru city, a page from your diary fell. al-haitham was the first one to notice. he took it and read the page about your day with a doodle of a spinocrocodile. he tought, perhaps you could be a journalist. he catched up to you and gave you the missing page of your diary. you thanked him and he told you to maybe publish a story in a diary-a-like style about your day that someone will enjoy (if you don’t understand, search up marcy’s journal from amphibia). you thought of the idea and perhaps you should. “well, if you need any help, just find me” he said before he walked away. some weeks later, you passed by him again and took the chance to ask something “h-hey! uh- sir al-haitham, could i ask you something?” “go ahead, i guess it’s about the diary book?” “yes! yes it is”. he invited you for lunch at a café and you asked him multiple questions that he was happy to answer. as time pass, you finished your book with his help and published it. the citizens loved it ofcourse! now, he’s like your mentor. he helped you in any problem you had.

★~ Wriothesley: he would catch you writing in your diary and scribbling doodles with sigewinne every thurday afternoon. sigewinne told him about you too, how you both like to write down what happened in your day and doodle some random things. he was glad that sigewinne was having fun with a friend, it catched his interest. the next time he saw you with sigewinne, he decided to join in. “hey! having a lovely afternoon?” “oh! hello, duke! are you sigewinne’s friend? she told me about you”. he chuckled at your sunny and cheerful personality “yes that is correct, what are you both writing?”. “oh we’re writing how our day went..” sigewinne decided to join in the conversation. he looked to the doodles and writing you both made- and certainly he approved that it is adorable. “hey y/n we should make stickers for the duke!” “oh? you’ll let me do that? awesome!” you and sigewinne started to doodle for the stickers. oh well, i guess wriothesley will have 2x more stickers around his office or in random places.

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THANKYOU FOR READING! ANON, IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU EXPECTED… BUT I HOPE YOU’RE SATISFIED WITH IT 😞😞😞 ANYWAY THANKYOU FOR THE 300 LIKES ON MY PREVIOUS FANFIC BTW EHHEHEHEHEB HAVE A NICE DAYYYY! ADVICES ARE ACCEPTED, THANKYOUUU!

[fatuismooches]

HIIII ITS 🎐 ANÓN HERE! I HOPE YOURE DOING AMAZING CUTIE PIE MWA MWA! I’m writing this pretty late but fragile reader who used to paint in their free time before getting sick. Which they were praised for back when they could, but nowadays since they have trouble moving and need to depend on the clones, they can’t draw or paint anymore…which makes them sad since they would really want to draw something for Dottore and the clones, but even picking up a pen is difficult nowadays…I can imagine fragile reader has tried to draw something but, their hands are so shaky the most they can draw now are simple figures like stick men…if anything it looks more like a 5 year old did it than an actual adult…and one day they tried to draw but to not luck…so they just crumble up the paper and throw it to the side. Unaware that one of Dottore’s clones was watching. So once reader is put to sleep, the clone picks up the wrinkled piece of paper to see that they actually tried drawing a few random things, but they tried drawing Dottore most of all…and a few clones! Which is impressive with how shaky their hands are now. The clone shows the “masterpiece” to Dottore, who just stares at blankly, but internally he’s actually surprised reader could even do that…he could still recall how lovely they used to draw before they got ill…and how they actually even promised to draw him…so Dottore takes the wrinkles up paper and tells the clone to go back to work. But, as he does experiments/paper work (idk), he looks back on the drawing, which does look like it was drawn by a 5 year old…but yet, Dottore can’t help but feel glad somehow…seeing that despite the fact reader is so ill, they continue to think of others despite their condition…which he can’t help but fold up the paper nicely and put it in a drawer for safe keeping.

Anyways I got lazy at the end but take this is a small Drabble! I’m sorry if it’s not the best ;w; It was a random thought I made up since I’m an artist myself and I couldn’t help but have to write it! I hope you enjoy reading it though! I LOVE YOU SMOOCHES MWAH MWAH KISS KISS CHU CHU!! ❤️❤️

🎐-Anón!!!

OH MY GOSH CUTIE PIE I LOVE THIS!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!! IT IS LITERALLY THE BEST DON’T U DARE SAY ANYTHING ELSE. I WAS JUST LIKE :DDDDD THE WHOLE TIME READING OMFG

Associating with the arts was always a daunting task if you lived in Sumeru. Dancing, singing, drawing, hell, even writing was looked down upon if it wasn’t academically related. And while you did face a large amount of side eyes and tongue clicking from the Akademiya folks, there was surprisingly a great number of people who enjoyed your art, and you were immensely grateful for them. But no one quite inspired you as much as Zandik.

You were honestly baffled when he didn’t turn his nose up at your paintings. You had kept it a secret from him, hidden drawings in a concealed compartment of your shared dorm, but he still managed to find out, when you were so into your painting you did not realize his arrival. You thought that considering how much of a man of science he was, he'd think that painting was a waste. But you were wrong.

That was so long ago, it hardly mattered now. After all, reminiscing about the old times only served to make you more downhearted. What good was it when it was just a painful reminder of what you could not do anymore? The simple action of gliding pen against paper had become an activity that you started to dread. Your shaky hands always produced what you desired least, crude stickmen and doodles littering the page you’d wasted. It looked like a child’s mindless scribbles, and you sure felt like one after all your unfruitful labor. It was no use, you decided, throwing it into the trash. You simply weren’t in the same state as you were before.

You go to sleep tired as usual, and a clone is cleaning your room as usual. There is never much to clean, but Prime had made it a rule to keep your quarters as clean and spacious as possible. Needless to say, the clone is surprised to see a lone crumpled ball at the bottom of the bin. He can’t help but be curious - all of the clones crave to get to know you on a personal level - and is surprised at the painstakingly drawn art. The segment can tell you erased a copious amount of times, from all the wrinkles and barely legible lines. Yet he knows how great a feat this is, considering your condition. The rough art can’t help but make him grin too - he can still recognize some of his fellow clones and his creator despite the lack of proportions.

When Zandik sees the image, a sense of surprise but also relief flows through him. Surprised that you still managed to pull this off, and relief that you are still yourself despite everything that has happened. He knows that your body has changed, but he doesn’t want you yourself to change. Though the drawing may seem distasteful to anyone else, he is content.

You are still trying, and he shall too. He swears that you’ll be able to deliver that painting you promised to him centuries ago.

[henqtic]

the library . xavier thorpe x reader . wc: 524.

note: this started off as something really small ( like a headcanon ) of xavier being a terrible studier but i just extended it :)

·:*₊‧ masterlist . taglist form . request works . ·:*₊‧✩

Xavier Thorpe is a terrible studier.

Intelligent person, yeah, of course. He does pretty well in classes and on tests with just needing to review the material for a good five minutes.

But an overall studier when he really needs it? Terrible.

He gets caught up doodling while reading over a textbook or watching a video lesson. It’s his fault really, keeping a blank piece of paper on his side and all. There’s something about an empty, soulless page, that really itches something in his soul.

It’s the margins first. Just a little something here and there to keep the right side of his brain occupied. He then moves on to in between the lines, just a teeny little ant teetering back to its colony, and then on top of some words he scribbled down at the last minute once class ended.

He couldn’t understand it anyways.

So it wouldn’t really matter if he added a little illustration on top of it. By the end of it all, he's filled up his notes to the point when they're incomprehensible.

Getting recommended a tutor by a teacher who had to witness the spew of drawings on what was supposed to be graded homework was his wake up call.

It wasn’t like he lacked the ability to study— he just needed something, someone, to keep him motivated and on task.

The library was much calmer and a lot easier to stay focused. Barely anyone came by since e-books were less work to annotate and less weight on their backs; it would just be you and him ( for the most part ).

When you told him the idea of mandatory study dates every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday there— his first emotion was excitement over anything. 

Thinking that the study part would just flake off and the guaranteed dates with his favorite girl three times a week would stay. 

But it doesn’t. It’s the opposite actually. It's non-stop studying and you barely speak to him unless it’s to sneak snacks under the table. After about a week’s worth of study dates, he realizes that it’s not the place that’s the problem — it’s just him.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, realizing that he’s zoned out again. 

“Something wrong?”

“Oh no,” he dismisses quickly, kissing your cheek to distract from the crowded paper hidden beneath his sleeve, “I just wanted to see what you’ve been up to. I miss hearing your voice.” 

“Don’t try it, Xavier,” you scoffed jokingly, allowing him into your dump of open books, highlighters, and written notes. 

He scoots his chair to you, reaching his arm over your shoulders and laying his head on your side. You’d gotten so much done and he’d done absolutely nothing so, he attempts to copy some of the material down on some loose leaf paper so that he gets something out of all of it. 

But inevitably, his pencil is back in his hand and scrolling away until it’s filled up, it tip-toes around to your notebook, now, discreetly, like a little kid doing something they knew they were forbidden to do.  

“I think you need a real tutor baby.”

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[deryuj]

Follow the curves

You wish you could focus on your case but truth be told, Connor is far too distracting.

(Or Connor is helping you with your case while you sketch him in your notebook instead)

Rating: General audience

Ship: Connor x gn!reader

I started my summer job and realized I have a lot of free time so I actually wrote a fanfic because I was bored. Enjoy!

p.s. Last time i wrote a fanfic was in 2017 and english isn't my first language, lol.

It's been three hours since you stepped your foot into the squeaky clean department. Also, it's been two hours and fifty-five minutes (minus ten minutes you spent making yourself a coffee and five minutes you took for a bathroom break, which was an excuse to just get up from your workspace and do something different) since you made yourself comfortable by your desk and started working again with the weird writings and drawings you found last night at the apartment, left by what you suspected was a deviant. Looking at the same set of lines for hours turned them into uncomprehensive scribbles and doodles at this point so you couldn't make anything out of them anyway. You needed to do something else rather than stare absent-mindedly at the same page for the next five hours until your shift is done.

You wish you could say you were going in circles with this investigation but honestly, there was no circle you could even walk in in the first place.

How frustrating.

With a soft sigh, you turned your gaze to your right where Connor sat way before you even arrived, his blue LED shining and flickering as his brown eyes stayed glued to the screen. It was funny that for an android he insisted to use computers to scroll through information like the rest of the DPD did. He didn't have to, it was probably more time-consuming and less efficient to do so, but somehow it was so endearing that he makes sure to act as human as possible and blend with the rest of his coworkers.

You haven't really spoken to him today though, he was assigned to you strictly because of the notes you discovered, it was the longest you have been in his presence, which is a bummer. Usually, you would see him casually follow Hank like a puppy, hand folded behind him, long legs easily matching his anger, quick steps, and a soft smile that was always plastered on his face. You weren't sure if he was designed to always smile or chose to do so, but you decided to believe that he wants it that way. Now though you could see that soft smile and adorable chocolate cowlick up close with him working mere centimeters away from you and you couldn't help but smile yourself.

Cyberlife sure did a great job designing him.

Connor was the newest addition to the team, assigned to help the lieutenant in his cases, which definitely did not make him happy since he oh so loved his broody and lone wolf reputation. You were pleased though, you never had a chance to work with an android (and you kinda never exactly did until now). You liked Connor, maybe more than you'd like to admit, and you found yourself doubting the whole 'friendship' if you could even call it that. Yes, he was an android and he definitely wasn't programmed to like everyone (based on his previous interactions with Gavin) but somehow you found yourself hoping that after all the small conversations you shared he, at least, considered you a friend because he liked you, not because his program told him so. Were you even making sense at this point?

You let out a soft sigh, reaching out to grab a half-empty cup of stale coffee before your eyes glided back to working Connor. He hasn't moved from his stiff position since morning, his warm eyes fixated on the computer screen, subtle nose twitches, jaw tightened, smooth hand gripping the notes you wrote down yesterday as he silently analyzed the same set of information written in your handwriting over and over again before looking up at the computer screen, trying to find some kind of clue on what exactly the deviant was trying to write down or show.

As if it was that easy to understand the maniacal scribbles they left behind before running away.

He looked so focused, so eager to prove himself and his skills to everyone that he completely shut himself off from the whole department and new information from his surroundings for now so nothing will take him out of the process of decoding the messages. You were almost curious if by any chance he knows you're watching him so shamelessly or if he even realized that you joined him by your desk to help almost three hours ago.

He was cute, really cute, and in some way you felt a little weird with choosing this word to describe a grown man, or more specifically someone designed to hunt down deviants and do it without any hesitation.

You'd rather keep your observations to yourself rather than get embarrassed though that's what you told yourself with your inner voice.

You comfortably leaned against your palm, letting your gaze dance across all the soft and sharp edges of his profile. His small, pretty nose, freckled artificial skin, pursed, plush lips, and extremely long lashes. Someone put all these details down into this single design just to make fun of you and your silly little crush on an android, that you were almost sure has no algorithm that could by any chance make him like you back. It was stupid, really, but God was he too pretty to not like.

Never mind your earlier praises, you hated Cyberlife for this design.

You felt your cheeks heat up just from thinking about this, definitely not your smartest thought of the day.

You tilted your head to the side, your hair moving with your move as you glanced at him from a slightly different angle. Still pretty. Dang.

One line, second line, join these two with another line.

Without thinking much your hand danced across your handy notebook, your pen leaving gentle lines and curves as you tried to memorize his pretty features. You weren't an amazing artist but you could at least make it resemble him. That's all you needed to do. You needed to convey his pretty profile somewhere where it won't disappear, somewhere you'll be able to look at whenever you'd feel like it, and not when Hank would get up from his desk to go to your communal kitchen with his partner in hand.

You poked the thin paper with the tip of your pen, spreading small, inked dots across his sketched cheek, dragged curled lines from his eye down to his cheek to mimic his long curtain of eyelashes, and made sure that the curve of his lips was the curviest, kissable line you ever drew on paper.

Your silly attempts caused you to let out a quiet snort. I mean the sketch wasn't bad… it's just that you finally caught up with what you were doing that caused you to realize that you were acting like a lovestruck teen if not worse than that.

Stupid- said your more sober side.

You still proudly looked down at the small sketch of Connor that popped up in the corner of your notebook, it was no longer accurate though since the model decided to finally rise his honey-filled eyes away from the screen and face you instead, clearly curious about what made you laugh during a long, boring investigation.

"What's wrong detective?" Your eyes snapped back up at his seeking expression, right in the middle of him tilting his head to the side as he would usually do whenever asking a question and being actually curious about it.

Now what?

"Ah" passed your lips before you could catch yourself. What exactly are you going to tell him and make it sound not weird?

"You draw a lot?" He took your silence as an answer and leaned in to trail his eyes along all the sketched lines, his lips curling into a soft smile to your dismay, a soft whir erupting from his chest.

You silently flipped your notebook to the next page, lips pursed as you turned your face away from him to hopefully regain your ability to say something smart rather than babble while looking at his handsome face. And yet he still watched you, or more like observed you, analyzing your mouth twitch, gaze shift, and muscle tense. Clearly, he was getting what we would call 'nervous' at his seemingly failed attempt at making a small talk and you couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Sometimes, helps me think or get myself to reboot" He could somehow understand the concept, maybe because you used a techy word he had some experience with.

He hummed in response, shifting comfortably in his seat, almost like he could feel his muscles sore from staying in one position, and looked down at the blank page, as if the drawing was still there and he was still taking in every single stroke of your pen.

"You are quite talented" He seemed honest, maybe there was a hint of something else, and you couldn't help but chuckle. There was something so innocent behind his words, he almost sounded excited to face a new quirk humans had.

He always liked those. The quirks. Things that made people unique and so interesting.

"I guess once I retire I'll move out somewhere quiet and spend the rest of my life painting landscapes" You mumbled sarcastically, your eyes rolling as you tried to get Connor off his path to compliment you more. He would always be painfully nice to get people to like him and accept him in the department. It worked, sure but you don't need him to get you flustered at work where people can see. Especially where that asshole Gavin can see and use it to make you annoyed.

He let out another soft, vibrating hum at your small joke, leaning down to comfortably lean against his smooth hand. He was thinking, processing and rinsing your words to find a suitable answer to your lighthearted response and hopefully match your tone.

"That sounds nice, I'm glad that for now, I can enjoy your work here at the department." He replied and you let your lips form a smile at his response. I mean you could interpret it as if he wanted to work with you more. You wouldn't complain, your work quality would suffer though. Or maybe you're looking too hard into it.

"Have you tried drawing Hank before?" You let out a sharp exhale from your mouth, your laugh stuck somewhere in your throat, safe from being let out to the world. You weren't sure if it was a joke or not, if it was it was funny, if it wasn't then it was cute but still, you don't want him to feel bad for laughing at him.

Connor didn't mind, in return, his plushy lips quirked up into a bigger smile, doe eyes narrowing as the smile finally reached them while he happily watched you light up after working with papers.

"Don't know, I guess I'll ask him if he wants to model, sounds like a cute date" You wanted to continue the banter, it was somehow of an anomaly to see Connor try to joke like this, hopefully, you weren't expecting too much of him. On the other hand, hopefully, Hank didn't hear that because even though you two are friends he'll scold you for joking around at his expense and giving 'the android weird ideas'.

In return he let out a quick, soft chuckle before clearing his throat to get back to his professional self, his pale cheeks dusted with a soft, blueish color. Seems like he doesn't want to make you feel bad for laughing at you as well.

"Sounds like a lovely evening" He admitted before falling silent once again, his brown, gooey eyes now staring deep into yours, analyzing you. In moments like this, you were always envious of how he can pretty much see through you and see what you think while you're left with his pretty face and zero ideas on what might be going on through his head.

"Let's… check the notes again and work through it together" You finally suggested, trying to put the awkward conversation (on your part) behind the door and focus back again on your actual job. You let Connor shift closer to you, his shoulder bumping against yours as you flipped pages back onto the one with your infamous little drawing.

Seeing the real deal up this close made you realize how much longer his lashes actually are, how his lips are far more softer than what you left on the paper and how many freckles you haven't even put down on your drawing.

You should probably try again, maybe at home.

Maybe with him in your apartment.

[ashs-cardboard-box]

Bitter like a lemon

~ Arthur Morgan/GN!Reader ~ Platonic implied ~ 1.5k words tumblr hates me, I'm convinced... anyway projection time !!! ....................................................................................................

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Jealousy. What a nasty, horrible feeling. It wasn’t anything anyone wanted to have or experience, often resulting in guilt or one of the layers of self-pity at the end of it all. Unfortunately, you were a very jealous person. Add that to perfectionism and a need for exterior validation? Yikes… You’d taken up art again recently. Well, somewhat. Those silly doodles in your journal hardly amounted to anything. Sometimes, you’d spend hours, and hours, and hours, sketching away at a piece. The graphite scratching against your paper was the only thing some gang members would hear from you all day, at times. Other times, you didn’t know how to get the thing right, so you gave up.

Recently, you’d finished a piece that took you a few days to actually complete. With the additional breaks for robberies or the entertaining gundown with some stray O’Driscolls. You were kind of proud of it. Staring down at your finished piece for minutes on end, a small grin playing across your lips, pride welling in your chest, as well as relief for finally getting through with it.

Pushing yourself out of your tent, you clasp your journal tightly, eager to show someone around camp. But when you look up, everyone seems busy this morning, no one’s in their tents, save for the late drinkers like Bill, or Swanson wobbling about. No matter, you shrug it off. People are busy, and you can share your pride with someone when they get back.

Deciding to do something else in the meantime, you begin your morning chores. Carrying the sacks of grain across camp towards Pearson’s station, chopping wood, refilling the basins– but someone already did that, it seems. Heading back to Pearson to cut vegetables.

Just the easy stuff. For a while, you forgot about your piece with the help of several distractions around camp. A rowdy conversation with Sean here, threatening Micah a bit, earning a scolding from Dutch and an eye-roll from Hosea.

That was, however, until you saw Arthur scribbling away in his own journal around the stock fire, then you remember. You shuffle right back into your tent, grabbing your journal from off your cot, eager to share your enthusiasm with someone.

“Arthur.” you call out, earning a simple hum from him, focusing on his pencil. The tip of his tongue barely peeking out from between his lips, his brow furrowed in immense concentration. Walking right up to him, you take a seat in the grass next to him.

“Finished something earlier.” you prompt as you lift open the leather cover. Arthur’s eyes flick over to your hands, pausing his ministrations, watching you flip through pages of half completed sketches, random lists, or unidentifiable, scratched out patches of graphite. Finally reaching the page, you stop. Tilting your journal towards Arthur to allow him to see, a proud grin on your face, eager to see his reaction.

“That looks good, kid! Really like what ya did with that hand there.” He compliments, gesturing to one of the hands with the eraser end of his pencil, tapping on it lightly. His praise makes you happy, and you even consider drawing a portrait of Arthur as a thanks.

“I ain’t done yet but... Here’s what I got.” Arthur mutters gruffly, copying you and tilting his journal towards your direction. It’s nothing more than a simple sketch, but it crumbles the happiness you were just filled with. Replaced by a bitter self-hatred towards your own skills and not being good enough. Your greatest sin is comparing your achievements to someone else’s. You hate it, but you can’t stop.

“Looks great, Arthur.” you encourage, offering the same grin in return. You didn’t want to make Arthur feel bad about his own art, of course not. But it was hard to be happy for someone you felt envy for. Even harder to feel happy with the self-hatred blossoming in your chest.

Arthur gives a small nod in thanks, looking back down at his journal and going back to sketching. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you look down at your own artwork again. All of Arthur’s praise felt useless now, and you can’t help but wonder if he was lying. If he saw how weird that hand was, or how disproportional one of the figures was. You hated it.

With a heavy exhale through your nose, you force yourself to stand up again. Walking right back into your tent, you throw your journal onto the ground carelessly. Your jealousy is feeding off of your insecurities, which is why you quit art in the first place. Now, you’re considering doing the same. It was overdramatic, you knew, but you couldn’t help it. You felt nothing but bitterness towards your drawing now. Towards all of them, really.

Laying flat on your back on your cot, you drape your arms over your face. Arthur was better than you. He should be proud, you wanted him to be. But you? Never.. You were talentless. You dream too big which turns those clouds back into air. You were stupid for even attempting.

Amidst your pity-party, there’s a subtle knock on the tent pole, the person’s middle finger knuckle tapping against it. They weren’t unknown for long. “Y/N?” Arthur. Of course. Maybe he wants to rub his art in your face. Or maybe he wants to praise you again..or maybe–

“You- uh.. left pretty abruptly back there. You alright?” He asks hesitantly, inviting himself inside your tent, despite the lack of acknowledgement to his presence. Staring down at you, his lips pull into a frown. It’s a pathetic sight, you imagine.

You’re an adult. You should be able to rationalize these feelings as mindless jealousy and insecurity. But, if you can’t get it right the first time, you weren’t good enough to try again, you felt.

“You’re feeling sorry for yourself.” You hear Arthur note, more of an observation than anything malicious. With a hefty sigh, he makes his way over to you, taking a seat near your legs on the edge of your cot. You turn your head just barely, to be able to look at him properly from a crevice between your arms.

“‘M fine..” You mumble unconvincingly. Arthur knew it. He always knew..somehow. Damn wise ass. He felt like Hosea sometimes, though you weren’t sure if that was a compliment or not.

“Y’look like John after he got bucked off Old Boy for the first time.” He chuckles. The sound was sweet, even if it was rough around the edges. It made the slight smile come back to your lips, and Arthur damn sure saw it.

“C’mon, kid, talk to me.” Arthur invites, though you knew he wouldn’t stop pestering until he got an answer. Evident by the gentle nudge to your thigh that you’d received. Sighing, you concede. “How are you so good at everything?” You ask rhetorically. Removing your arms from over your face, lazily dropping them down to your chest. Trying to avoid Arthur’s eyes with your confession, your guilt beginning to rise with each and every word.

“I could never be as talented as you are.. I mean- even your sketch looks better than mine. And mine’s actually finished.” You mumbles. You just wanted to curl into your little ball of pity until it went away, but it never does.

“You know you ain’t gotta compare..right?” Arthur inquires, quirking an eyebrow. His eyes never leaving you, his attention solely on you. You’d be a liar if you said that simple fact made you feel a bit better. That Arthur wasn’t forced to listen to you yap on and on about your troubles.

“I know, but–” You start, only to be cut off. “No. No ‘but’s. You’re just as good as any, even me. We ain’t gonna have the same style, and that’s fine.” He assures, patting your leg, drawing your eyes into his own.

“Now.. you can sit in here and wallow, or you can pick up that journal of yours, come back out by the fire, ‘n draw with me.” His invitation catches you off guard. You felt that same warmth coming back to you, trying hard to break through the coldness of your guilty self-loathing.

“Wallowing sounds pretty good right now..” You muse, to which Arthur shakes his head, standing up. “You know that ain’t gonna happen.” He states bluntly, bending down to pick up your journal off the floor, before dropping it right onto your abdomen. You let out a slight huff at the force, but you say nothing about it.

“So I ain’t got a choice here?” You ask sarcastically, staring up at Arthur. Groaning quietly as you force yourself to sit up again, grabbing ahold of your journal loosely. Part of you wants to lay back down and never try again. But, as Arthur shakes his head, you knew you couldn’t disappoint your friend.

“Fine.” You acquiesce. Arthur hums positively, nodding back behind him towards the entrance of your tent. Your knees groan in protest as you push yourself off of your cot to stand, clutching your journal closely as Arthur leads you outside, back towards the stock fire at the back of camp.

“Not one of us is perfect, y’know.” He murmurs. Damn, now he really sounded like Hosea. Chuckling to yourself at the thought. “Wish I was..” You mumble in response. “We all do sometimes.. But that’s a damn hard feat. You’re doin’ fine just how you are.”

.............................................................................................................................. this app hates me, i swear. But.. I'm finally getting around to requests. bouncing between 6 different unfinished fics rn </3

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Hi-Hi! Can I request a Diavolo x human child!reader that has trouble speaking, reading, and writing bc they were never properly taught how to? (Very specific, i'm sorry) Like, the kid randomly got teleported to Devildom and had no clue how to ask for help. Diavolo just finds them on the one day he has off

Diavolo and the Lost Human Child

Diavolo and GN! human child reader (platonic)

AN: Hi! This request was fascinating and I had fun writing it! I love the idea of Diavolo being a bit fatherly towards children so that's kinda in here, hope that's alright. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: None

Heavy footsteps sounded through the hallway as Diavolo made his way to the royal kitchens. Today was the first day in a long time that he would be off from his duties. He figured he’d make himself and Barbatos a good breakfast as a way to start the day. Besides, Barbatos did so much for him, it really was the least he could do. 

Rounding the corner, his ears perked up hearing the patter of footsteps echoing from behind. The weight of the steps were too light to have been Barbatos, so Diavolo surmised it must be one of the Little Ds. 

“Well, good morning-“ The words died in his mouth as he spun around with his usual boisterous grin, which quickly faded into perplexity. Rather than seeing one of his little friends- it was a child. 

The prince surveyed the corridor behind the child, looking for anything else out of the ordinary. Coming up with nothing, his eyes drifted down to the small being in front of him. The child seemed nervous, their eyes glassy and unmoving from his large form. Diavolo slowly crouched down in attempt to meet their eye level. 

“Hello.” He started gently. “What is your name?” The child only blinked in response. Knitting his brows, Diavolo cleared his throat, determined to try again. 

“Do you know how you got here?” Once again, nothing but a blank stare. “…Hmm, okay then. Let’s try something else.” 

Diavolo grinned and extended his hand waiting for the child to take it. Hesitantly placing their hand in his, the demon rose to his full height and began leading the child through the castle. The trek was short and monotonous for someone like Diavolo, but as he continuously glanced at the child by his side he noticed all the awe of being in a grand castle held within their eyes. He made sure to keep his pace slow, letting the small child examine this new environment. 

The two soon arrived in front of his office. After entering, Diavolo brought the child over to his desk. Opening a couple of the drawers, he set out a few pieces of paper and a small variety of different colored pens- mostly the standard black, blue, and red, with a random purple inked pen in their midst. 

“Perhaps you’re too nervous to speak to me. Would it help for you to write it down instead?” He gestured to the utensils and stepped aside. The child’s eyes shifted from the demon to the desk. Waddling to his chair, they climbed in and clumsily grabbed the purple pen. Diavolo stood behind the chair observing as the child scribbled onto the page. Though what he was hoping to be words were just actual scribbles. 

The child glanced from the incomprehensible doodles to the demon prince and pointed eagerly.

“It looks wonderful, well done!” Diavolo praised. The child giggled and picked up the red pen, adding more color to the page. 

While the child was distracted, Diavolo pulled out his D.D.D messaging Barbatos to come to his office immediately. Not a minute later, a few sturdy taps on the door indicated the butler’s arrival. The young prince crossed the room and greeted his friend on the other side. 

“Your message seemed urgent. Is something the matter, my lord?” 

“See for yourself.” Diavolo stepped away from the entrance, no longer obstructing Barbatos’s view of the tiny child. 

The demon’s expression remained neutral as he looked to Diavolo for an explanation.

“I’m not sure how they got here. I haven’t gotten any information from them.” He glanced back to where the child sat. “They wouldn’t speak to me, so I thought maybe they would write to me instead but I don’t think they know how…” 

“Hmm, this is quite the predicament.” A gloved hand met the butler’s chin in thought. “What would you have me do then?” 

“I’d like you to use your powers and figure out how they got here. I don’t think they’re a threat, but they probably have family to get back to.” 

“Yes, my lord.” With a slight bow, Barbatos promptly left to see to his task. 

Diavolo closed the door and turned back to the child. The page was now nearly full of scribbles. Forming an idea, he quickly strode to one of the chairs on the opposite side of his desk and picked up a clean sheet of paper. His fingers grasped the black pen, clicking it open. 

“Do you know how to play tic-tac-toe?” He asked as he began to set up a game. The child paused their movements to watch his pen create four intersecting lines. Diavolo took their curiosity as a no and started to explain the game. 

“It’s simple. For this game we use x’s and o’s.” He quickly drew both to the side in demonstration before continuing. “Which one would you like to be?” 

The child pointed their pen to the o. Diavolo nodded. 

“Good. Do you know how to make an o?” With the child not indicating otherwise, Diavolo walked around the desk and crouched next to where the child sat. “Watch.” He pushed the tip of the pen against the page and slowly brought it down and around before connecting it back to the top. 

“Now, you try.” He encouraged. The child seemed unsure, so Diavolo gently took the child’s hand that held the pen and guided them. After a few successful tries, the child had learned how to make both x’s and o’s. 

The demon prince returned to his seat and began to explain again, marking up the grid as he went. “These empty spaces are where we draw our x’s and o’s. Since you picked o’s, you’ll only draw o’s. To win, we want to have a single column that has only our symbol. We can use our symbols to block the other and keep them from winning.” Diavolo looked up from the page. “Sound good?” 

The child smiled. Diavolo dragged his pen to a new area and drew another grid. 

“Would you like to go first?” 

The child reached out and placed a scraggly o in the center of the grid. 

“Good one!” He exclaimed. “Hmm, where should I put mine?” Though he was speaking more to himself, the child pointed to the top right corner. The demon laughed animatedly at the child’s innocent sincerity, but placed his x there nonetheless. Diavolo gestured for the child to take their turn and another sloppy o was drawn next to his x. The prince’s pen hovered over the grid, before placing his next x in the space at the bottom left corner. The child swiftly swooped in and formed an o in the bottom middle space, drawing a line through the o’s in victory. 

“Haha, well done!” Diavolo raised his hand, waiting for the child to give him a high five. The small being giggled as they met his hand.  

After several rounds of Diavolo letting the child win, a knock sounded through the room. Grinning and giving a small nod in pause, the demon prince stood and made his way over to the door. 

“Hello, Barbatos. What did you find out?” He questioned with a hushed tone, not wanting the child to overhear their discussion. 

“This child is of human descent. Their parents seem to possess magic capabilities and after preparing an experiment, they accidentally warped the child to our realm.” 

Diavolo hummed. “I see. Well, I suppose you should send the child back to the human realm. I’m sure their parents are worried about them.” 

“Indeed. I’ll see to it that the child returns safely.” Barbatos stepped inside the office and extended a hand towards the child. “It’s time to go home now.” 

The child looked up and set their pen down, pushing themselves off Diavolo’s chair before quickly scurrying over to the two demons. Though they paused as they stood before Barbatos, staring at his gloved hand. Diavolo squatted beside the child. 

“It’s alright. Barbatos is a friend. He’s going to help you return home to your parents.” Diavolo explained softly. The child turned and stared at Diavolo before tackling him in a hug. The young prince smiled as he returned the gesture. 

“Thank you for playing with me. I had a lot of fun.” He released the child, who had a wide grin plastered on their face. Diavolo rose back up and gently nudged the child towards Barbatos. A small hand was placed within the butler’s. Diavolo walked the two out into the hall, sharing a nod with Barbatos as he watched him lead the child to his room. The child glanced back, waving goodbye to their new friend. 

“Goodbye.” Diavolo waved back. A sigh escaped him once the two disappeared around the corner. Even though he had spent such a short amount of time with the child, he had grown quite fond of their presence. 

Diavolo retreated back to his office to clean up the materials he had laid out earlier. The pens were neatly placed inside the drawer and the tic-tac-toe sheet was tossed in the trash. He then grabbed the tape dispenser from his desk and carefully taped the messily doodled page next to his cork board that was filled with important notes and messages. He stood back, examining the picture like a proud dad, and vowed he would never forget this day or his little friend. 

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(FE: Engage) Citrinne, Ivy, and Rosado with an S/O who draws them a lot

THE ENGAGE WRITING, IT BEGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINS

Citrinne notices S/O sketching something on a notebook. The first time she sees it, she doesn't ask.

But the second time she sees S/O scribbling away, now they have her attention.

(Citrinne) "S/O? What are you drawing?"

When S/O reveals to her many many sketches of her, she's taken aback.

(Citrinne) "Y-You've been drawing me? Why? I think there are much better looking people than me to have a model for."

(S/O) "Don't talk like that. There's no one one I'd rather sketch than you."

Citrinne is very touched they bothered to draw someone like her out of everyone, even if they were together.

S/O gives Citrinne one of their drawings, and everytime she starts to feel unsure of herself, she looks at that drawing for a boost in confidence.

Ivy sees S/O drawing something at the corner of her eye. It was her intention to ask what they were drawing anyway, but she notices they look up to her, then back down.

She walks up to them, but they didn't seem to realize she was there.

(Ivy) "...Ahem."

(S/O) "Oh, hi, Ivy."

(Ivy) "You keep glancing at me, is there something wrong?"

(S/O) "Nothing, just getting a reference."

(Ivy) "Reference?"

S/O lets Ivy hold the notebook and she sees the various doodles they had drawn of her.

In fact, it covered both pages side to side.

Her blank expression slowly grows into a small blush and wide eyes.

(Ivy) "How many sketches have you made of me? And why only me?

(S/O) "You're the most beautiful woman I know. Why wouldn't I?"

(Ivy) "I-I..."

Her blushing becomes even more obvious as her lips form the faintest smile.

(Ivy) "Hm. Well, thank you for thinking so highly of me."

Her eyes land on a particular drawing and her smile instantly vanishes.

(Ivy) "...Though, I would also thank you to not draw me so preposterously in the farthest left sketch."

(S/O) "The one with you wearing shades or the one of you eating a flower?"

(Ivy) "..." sigh

Rosado can't help but walk over to S/O the moment he notices S/O sketching something.

(Rosado) "Hello, dear!~ Drawing your cutie today, are you?"

(S/O) "I am, actually."

(Rosado) "Wait, seriously? Lemme see!"

Rosado was just joking, but he's pleasantly surprised by the answer.

Being an artist himself, he's always happy to see S/O's works, especially now that they decided tod raw him!

Hopefully they catch all the details from his face onto the drawing-

...And his hopes are crushed the moment he sees what the drawing actually is.

(Rosado) "...What."

(S/O) "Looks pretty accurate if you ask me!"

(Rosado) "A-AS IF MY HAIR ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE THAT!"

After seeing him pout, S/O bursts into laughter and shows him the actual drawings, which look pretty dead-on. Not to mention the drawings of him were top to bottom on the pages.

(Rosado) "Wha-, you've had these? Why didn't you show me?!"

(S/O) "Because I knew you'd ask, so I wanted to give you a surprise!"

Hearing S/O laugh makes Rosado give a sigh but smile in return.

(Rosado) "Alright, you got me. But don't be mad at me if I give you a drawing that looks like that!"

[seasoned-siffrin]

hi hi hi!!! I hope you're having an awesome day/night

i have a request!!

how about EJ x a self-harming reader? Or when he catches the reader self-harming?

Sure thing! I hope I portrayed Eyeless Jack well here, this is only my second time writing him! I’ve also never written smth like this either so we ballin’ tonight boys

Eyeless Jack x self-harming Reader

TW: self-harm and implied suicidal thoughts.

Word Count: 1197

Let’s face it, empathy was never Eyeless Jack’s strong suit. When other people were in pain, he felt content, practically pleased, with their anguish. More recently though, he noticed a shift. Not with everyone, but one specific person. Someone he had never felt much towards besides companionship. Someone who showed him a kindness he didn’t feel he could properly reciprocate until now.

You.

He noticed the way you sat uncomfortably at the table, your thighs lifted off of the chair. Or the small flinch you tried desperately to hide when someone would grasp onto your arm to lead you along. You didn’t want him to know, but he knew, and he didn’t know exactly what to do about it. Communication was yet another thing that he wasn’t familiar with. Whether it be trying to tell you that your shoe was untied, or asking you to provide him some company while he worked, it was difficult for him. So, how could he even begin to figure out how to ask you about your feelings?

“You’re awfully quiet today.” You said in an attempt to be funny, entering Jack’s room like you lived there. You practically did. “What’re you up to?”

Jack lifted up the journal he held in his large hand before plopping it back down on his lap. He was sitting on his bed, legs folded beneath him, and messing around in his journal while he winded down for the day. You plopped down beside him, leaning over to peer at the page- to no avail, as he pushed your head away gently.

“C’mon, Jack, no secrets! Remember?”

Ironic, he thought, but offered the page to you anyway. If he expected openness, he should provide it first. He watched as your eyes wandered over the page, pleased with the scribbled notes and doodles that littered it, before you met his hollow sockets. “Masterpieces, per usual.” You laughed softly, patting Jack’s shoulder before leaning away from him again.

Jack would’ve rolled his eyes if he had any. He closed the journal and sat it beside him, then turned to face you completely. He did a quick scan over you, out of habit, to make sure nothing was amiss. That’s when he saw it. Your sleeve had rolled up slightly, and exposed the fresh wounds trailed up your arm from the underside of your wrist. Rather than averted his gaze like most people would likely do, Jack honed in on it. He reached out, grasping onto your hand with a gentle hold and lifting your arm up curiously.

You felt your stomach drop, and your heart practically stopped as your breathing ceased. For a moment, you were frozen. You felt gutted from the inside as you watched your friend, your closest ally, your crush take in the sight of what you’d done to yourself.

Life had not been easy for you. Of course, no one in that old, decrepit, cobweb-ridden mansion had a good life. You would be no exception, obviously, because it’s bullshit like that that landed you on this path. You’d endured it long enough, you’d tried to stay strong long enough, to the point that you barely felt like yourself anymore. It was like you were someone else entirely, someone fake, someone too perfect to be real, and the facade snapped in the form of bloody bed sheets and tear-stained pillows. Smashed mirrors and 2 hour long showers consisting of anything but actual hygiene.

You didn’t want anyone to know. God forbid someone worry about you, or even feel like there could be a reason to. This was your suffering. Your pain. No one else should have to carry this burden with you, especially not the only person you had left to come back to. The only person that was keeping you here.

You ripped your arm out of Jack’s grasp, even though there really wasn’t any strength behind the careful grip on your hand, and threw yourself off of his bed. “Jesus Christ!” You hissed, panic surging through your veins. “And you lecture me about personal space!”

Jack didn’t move from where he sat, watching you and fixing you with a cool stare through empty holes in his mask. He lifted his hands, signing a simple question.

‘Why?’

A small head tilt followed.

You stood there in his room, clutching onto the sleeve you yanked back over the wounds, and staring back down at the man before you. Disbelief rang in the air. Only from you. “What do you mean why?” You attempted. “Life.. fucking sucks? I dunno what to tell you.”

Jack simply shook his head. He gestured to his bed and wordlessly offered for you to sit back down. You dreaded the following minutes. Would Jack attempt to make you feel bad for what you did? Would he sign your fucking eyes out would lecture upon lecture about how you shouldn’t choose this coping mechanism? About how many people supposedly love you, how many people would supposedly miss you?

Honestly, it didn’t matter. You’d rather be here than be alone. With an exasperated sigh, you sat yourself back down on his bed. Instead of any of the many options you had been cycling through in your head, Jack chose something entirely different. He uncrossed his legs and bent down, reaching beneath his bed and pulled out the old makeup bag he had filled with medical supplies. Being one of the few pastas with medical knowledge, he was socially appointed as the “school nurse.”

He put the bag in his lap, unzipped it, and pulled out some supplies. Alcohol, cotton balls, bandaids, ointment, and bandages. He put the bag back on the ground and turned to you. He put his hand out expectantly.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you assessed the scene before you. He wanted to help. You expected that much, people always wanted to help, but usually they offered meaningless words and promises they couldn’t keep. Jack offered something else: Care. You slowly rolled your sleeve back and placed your arm in his hand, receiving a curt nod and a strange sound from the man across from you.

The alcohol stung when he applied it. The burning lingered, and you felt uncomfortable with the familiar feeling. Then he dabbed the ointment on each and every little cut, shallow and deep, long and short, old and fresh. The fresher ones received a bandaid, and after that, your arm was being wrapped up firmly. A squeeze, a hug almost, to your arm. You weren’t going to show him the rest of your body, as this was enough for now. Enough to… get the point across.

Someone did care about you. Someone who didn’t have to say it for you to know it. Still, you couldn’t help yourself. Just like Jack, you asked a question you already knew the answer to.

“Why?”

Jack tapped your bandaged arm lightly before placing it down on your lap. He lifted his hand up to your face, gently cupping your cheek, and rubbing his thumb against your skin gingerly. “I get it. Life, you know?” He murmured. “It sucks, but it can suck a little less sometimes. If you let it.”

[ichorblossoms]

i only remember the day i made grimm and yarrow bc it was 4/20 and i thought it was funny anyways happy one year to these two fuckers eating away at my brain and here's to them continuing to do that for...the foreseeable future

since i have created So much about them in this year, i wanna recap what the fuck i've done bc i have never had this happen before. it's definitely new to hyperfixate on some ocs so intensely but i'm having a good time with everything so! i can't say i'm upset that these two kicked my ass into gear with drawing so much !!

starting off with the first sketches of them i scribbled down before i had to get back to work on other stuff bc i don't think i posted these

they've evolved a bit but....not by much really. esp in regards to yarrow i had what is more or less his current design nailed down within a day. not to mention that these two both had names within 24 hours? that usually does NOT happen for me

in terms of all the other art, th galleries aren't the absolute best metric to measure how much i've drawn my ocs bc it doesn't account for all the sketches and wips i have lying around and i upload gift art so it's not all mine in there NONETHELESS it's wild comparing their th gallery stats to the main trio of ttw bc those three literally have a decade of existence on them

(also grimm has five more standalone pieces of fanart than yarrow, so the gap between how much i've drawn the two of them is even smaller)

within a year, these two have, give or take, half the amount of stuff as i've managed to make for my other mains that have been around over a decade. ofc with ttw being around so long there are a lot of unfinished things, paper drawings i have stashed away, things that're retconned, and so many more sketchbook doodles of them that just never got posted so it's not as comparable to honeybee bc it's a more constant slowburn in my brain. but still. still

that's also not to mention the 16 or so full comic pages i've drawn for them?? (most of those are under toyhouse's literature bc it's easier to post them that way) which doesn't sound like a lot, but bc i've never done that before with any of my ocs it's. wild to me. i'm still figuring out a method that makes making comics as painless as possible bc i have ideas! but it still feels like i'm like pulling teeth sometimes! i can say it feels a bit easier to make comics now but i still have a lot to figure out :,,D

also i've been writing. i don't consider myself a writer. i said "fuck it we ball" and started writing. i guess i am on technicality, and it's not as if i haven't written anything at all (hi ttw and the old peartree draft), but definitely haven't written extensive prose before this. anyways i've got a 10k-word outline and am approximately 35k words into the first draft so it's not nothing! in fact that's a lot for me, esp bc i'm constantly battling the urge to edit things over and over and also the awareness of the skill gap between me and all of the writers i am constantly reading so it's overall just a...really slow process OTL

because i'm deranged and refuse to make things easy on myself, i envision honeybee as an illustrated novel, but not necessarily illustrated like fantasy novels are i'm talking like....a novel with comic panels in it. i have a vision. (also i had a dream where i read a book like this i can See it in my mind). it's fine. i'm normal. <if this comes to be for realsies i will have to learn how to do so much typesetting bullshit

i don't have any special art to commemorate my Year of Brainrot, but i guess i'll post some writing below the cut. heads up this is First Draft Shit, even though these are the parts i'm currently more fond of i am...not confident in my skills as a writer yet so please offer me some lenience hgfklhgld

anything in [these brackets] is going to be drawn either as a standalone illustration or a small series of comic panels so just hold my hand and imagine with me.

ordered chronologically but missing a Lot of context partially bc i'm not writing any of this in order. i try to keep grimm (they/it) and yarrow's (he/they) pronouns consistent, but excuse any flips bc again, this hasn't been through any external editing, in fact y'all are the first to see any of these words.

part 1 (years 0 to ~1)- least written-for part atm but i re-outlined it semi-recently so i know where to take it

*grimm is misgendered here intentionally, yarrow doesn't know The Pronouns yet

part 2 (years ~6 to ~8)- currently the most-written

part 3 (years ~9 to ~10)

does a little dance and makes jazz hands before faceplanting. thank you if you read any of that hkgdslfhlfk

[skunkes]

what size pen do u usually draw with? just curious bcuz my canvases are just a bit bigger than urs and i tend to run outta space anyway probably due to how big i draw LOL

rlly small ^_^ here's my zoomed out 12.5 x 16 imch canvas from mawrch

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+ one of my smallest doodles on it at 300% zoom, brush at size 20 with a light hand (<- dis is why i feel brush size wont give much info, as pen pressure varies for each brush and in the whole program too) circled in top right above

rn all my usual brushes for strict small scribbles are at 4 px, 7, 10, 12.... i actually originally did these with a 2.5 brush but then sized em up + went over em bc they were too thin and frail to be seen on the canvas

+ here's this month's page, with the biggest drawing being a comm wip that ill shrink down after im done, with a brush at size 7 (need to draw bigger for more important stuff/drawings)

as u can see the drawings have also gotten bigger since march in general bc if i have lots of drawing energy i also make the drawings smaller so i can fit more of em in there, and because ive currently fallen out of love with using one of my 4 px sized brushes hee hee ^_^

[moccabunie]

things I've learned after a year writing fanfiction

This is a post from a non-writer who, apparently, now writes (❓) And this is a little crazy to me, considering that a year ago writing less than 1k decent words took a lot of effort. But this year I have completed a +100k project. (It's still difficult, though.)

I found out that the more I wrote, the easier it was to get into the story. So I think that being captivated by my own story has made a lot. I am an eager fanfiction reader, but I had yet to really try to write something on my own.

That was until I got hyper-fixated on three characters and wrote a small story about them sharing a room, and it was one of the funniest and most rewarding things I've done. So I was like "oh, maybe I can try to imagine stories I would like to read?"

(1) story one - a bird told me to wait

The first thing I considered was to make it completely self-indulging. The second was to make it as evocative as possible, not only telling what was happening. I like sensations and emotions, so I really wanted to write things I would like to feel as a reader. I wrote this story, and after that, I added a second longer part because I was enjoying it a lot. I used to doodle about the characters and make small annotations about their dynamics, but there wasn't really a lot of planning here.

(2) story two - beneath the moonlight

My second attempt was a three-chapter story (not so distant from the previous one that can be read as three parts too). But for this one, I wanted to challenge myself because I wanted to explore new themes and tropes, so I made a brief list of the things that should appear here. (but honestly, I just wanted to write a soft mating bite scene lmao, because I was super into a/b/o at that time.) I used keep notes app this time.

I barely showed explicit themes here but I got to enjoy the story anyway. This one wasn't difficult to write because I felt familiar with the characters. It's a light story but these 20k words gave me the courage to take a step further. I said to myself

"stop being a coward. you have enjoyed this. keep writing."

(3) story three - lucid dreams

This one was planned for four or five chapters, quite in the same line as beneath the moonlight. But, and the keyword is planned, it became a full 13 chapters as I developed the story and the characters. If I wanted it to be coherent then I needed to explain the things, build the context, and introduce the world. But it was also an experimental work. I took my notebook and listed the new things I wanted to try, such as - write in past tense - write first and edit later

my process was something like this • imagine random scenarios with pretty imagery as I listened to music • doodling the characters doing things so I didn't forget • open the notes app to write random sentences and dialogues in the middle of the night, I'll find a place for them later • dream about the story and daydream about the story

as for the physical notebook, I have scribbled A LOT there during the writing process.

(a little bit chaotic but functional enough)

One thing I wanted to keep in mind was the evolution of the characters, or in other words, how they were gonna be at the start and the end of the story. And this made things a lot simpler because it gave me an insight that was helpful whenever I had to decide what kind of decisions the characters would make along the story.

Parallelly, I was aware of my narrative flaws, as well as there was a lot of vocabulary and grammar that would escape me in a different language. So I used the notebook to do writing research. Some of my pages were like "how to write action scenes," or "tips for flat scenes." Whenever I felt blocked I read again these pages.

I'm going to copy down here some tips that were useful during the writing block days.

• read another book or fic you like, since sometimes, getting yourself caught by another writer's style can help you to flow through your own. • scroll on pinterest and try to find pictures that capture the vibe of your story, maybe try to describe them or setting a scene in a similar environment that you can see? • changing the setting (for example, day to night, or sun to rain) can add more variants and ambiental tools to play with. • or, changing the character's pov. maybe a scene feels flat because it's narrated by the wrong character. • use objects, not just the characters.

(4) finishing a story

To have an insight into the plot, I wrote the main scenes in really short sentences. That was useful for the first chapters, but suddenly I had 70K words of the story and a lot of details to track. Frequently I had to split chapters into two parts because the "short sentence" became a very long scene. See this comparison: the scenes' guide in the last chapters usually are fragmented into shorter scenes. That's how I avoided losing my mind as I wrote (?)

These are a few tips that were useful to me during this last part.

• write the important plot points as they are mentioned so you can come back to them later and don't forget about them. • keep a scrip to annotate significant things about the characters to make the story consistent. • notion pages is a great place to make inspo boards (usually I added 4 pictures for each scene). During the last chapter, I used the to-do list tool to keep track of the closed story points and the things that were yet to happen • list some of your favourite past scenes, those that have been nice to write, so you can pursue the same vibe again.

The last two months writing the fic I joined the nanowrimo to keep myself motivated but also to have an impulse. My only goal was getting the habit of writing everyday, not minding how many words (usually it was around 400-600 daily). I ended that month with 16k added on my wordcount (to me, that was a lot!). Since I enjoyed that little challenge, I did the same on the next month, resulting in finishing the fic :)

The most important thing during this time was remembering myself from time to time why I am doing this. Let me say I am an utter perfectionist, so I would easily get trapped in making-the-story-perfect, which would end in a writing block. So each time this happened I repeated to myself that I didn't want to write a good story. I just wanted to enjoy and have fun while writing a story, so I should write only things I enjoy. And this simple thing was incredibly helpful whenever I wasn't able to continue a scene.

I think that this is what most writers say, but now I have come to understand that it's true: just have fun. Write what you wanna read.

(5) the next story - requiem of the sleepless

This would be the third part of my first fic. I miss these unhinged boys and I have a little draft of (unholy) things I want to happen to them! Now I want to unlearn everything I know. I want this story to be zero planned, I just want to ~feel~ the characters and make a lot of random things happen. This is about not forgetting why I started, so here I am again.

Being a non-writer writing.

thank you for reading ♡