#ill finally have free time to draw :'D

[southern--downpour]

been in the art building for nearly 12 hours now. going fucking crazy

[good-beansdraws]

I know I said I wanted to do Loveit Mappi (and I still plan on it!) but it was indulgent Fuuta art that finally broke my art block so. Ver with mv references, and under the cut one with Loveit/Salamander lyrics🍴

[katsukistofu]

PLEASE (if you feel like it) WRITE FOR AIZAWA! A SICK READER TROPE MAYBE?

Btw ur fics are so good and are part of the reason why I’ve gotten back into mha <333 I love ur writing style sm and ur hawks fics??? That was amazing

hi my love! thank you so much omg that’s so sweet, i’m happy i helped you rekindle your love for mha again lol! <3

sick (but never of you)

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ s. aizawa x fem reader. fluff. cursing. 997 words ★ your husband insists on taking care of you when you fall ill, despite your protests.

Not this shit again. 

You groan as your eyes flutter open for the second time after you said you were fine, then proceeded to dramatically faint in Shota’s arms in the middle of your patrol and sit up, hurriedly tossing the pile of soft blankets off your body.

You shiver despite the warmth radiating from the heater nearby. Shota must have brought it out for you after getting you home.

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

The disapproving voice of your husband floats over, and there he is, leaning on the doorway with a steaming bowl of something in his hands. You perk up despite yourself. Miso soup? 

“I don’t have time to sleep off a little cold, Shota!” Your arms tremble as you try to force yourself off of the plush king-sized bed. “It’s already past nine, I have to head to the agency.”

“Don’t care, didn’t ask.” Shota wraps his arms around you to trap you in place, ignoring your insistent budging. “You’re staying home today with the cat.”

“But—But they need me…” You weakly mumble in his firm grip. It was no use trying to break free, and you’re not sure if you even want to anymore with how nice he feels against you.

“And I need you here.” His stern gaze doesn’t waver, and his hand guides your head from the back of your hair, which you’re certain looks like a disaster zone right now, to rest on his chest. “It’s my job to make sure you’re safe, happy and healthy.”

Shota brushes a hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear. The little beads of sweat on your skin don’t bother him in the slightest.

“So let me do my job.”

“Are you using your teacher voice on me?” You grumble into the dark fabric of his sleeveless shirt. He smells warm and like all things good, as if he just came out of the shower. 

“I vaguely recall someone commenting that it was ‘hot.” Shota’s gravelly voice teases your ear and his stubble tickles your cheek as he smirks, knowing he’s won the battle when he finally feels you melt in defeat against him. 

He brushes a soft kiss to your forehead. “Stay in bed, sweetheart, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” You say in a tiny voice, weakly slumping back into the sheets. 

Shota comes back with a spoon and a folded piece of paper. A hint of a smile tugs at his lips as he holds it out to you.

“Looks like I’m not the only one that wants you to stay home.”

Your eyes widen as you look at the get-well card in your hands.

feel beter soon!! lots of loove, eri it said, with millions of tiny hearts doodled around your name. You choke back a sob as your eyes fall onto the little stick figure drawings of you pushing the little gray-haired girl on a swing set. 

It looked just like the one from the playground nearby that you would often take her to on your days off.

us when youre not sick anymor! :D

“Shota, give me that damn soup.”

He chuckles deeply and scoots closer on the bed to feed you. You squeeze your eyes shut as a sharp throb suddenly pierces through your head.

“The room’s spinning again, that’s not normal is it?”

“No. No, it’s not.” Shota’s forehead creases in concern, bringing the spoon of warm soupy goodness up to your lips while his other hand holds yours.

You part your lips to drink it, letting the rich, comforting flavor of miso spread across your tongue.

Letting out a little sigh of relief, you’re about to lean back before Shota sets the bowl down on the nightstand to prop up the pillows behind you, making sure you’re comfortable before he picks it back up again and holds up another spoonful to your mouth.

“Come on, one more for me sweetheart.” 

“Not hungry anymore,” you huff, turning your head away from his outstretched hand.

He lifts an eyebrow. 

“We can cuddle after you take your medicine.”

“...Can you rub my tummy too?”

“You know I will.”

You sniffle and reluctantly open your mouth to sip a spoonful of the soup once again.

“Atta girl.” Shota smooths a kiss on your forehead, rubbing circles against the back of your hand. 

He reaches over to the nightstand to grab your medicine he picked up from the local pharmacy earlier, and hands a small cup of what he pours to you. 

You grimace at its cherry-colored contents and tilt your head back to drink it in one go like a shot.

“Good job. Now come lay on me.” He didn’t need to ask you twice, but Shota’s hands are already on your waist to gently flip you over him as he takes your previous position on the bed, setting you down to rest your head on your usual spot on his chest.

He strokes your hair gently, arm snug against your back while he presses you to him. “How are you feeling?”

“A little bit better,” you mumble, absentmindedly tracing the outline of his abs under his shirt. It's always been soothing to you.

Shota’s chest rumbles as he lets out a husky laugh. “Are you just saying that so you can keep tracing my abs?”

“Maybe.” You giggle against him, which turns into a cough and he firmly pats your back. His hand slides under your pajamas to rub gentle circles on your tummy like he promised. You softly squeal at the ticklish feeling of his hard-earned callouses against your skin, and Shota tenderly kisses your cheek once, twice.

All your senses are numb, but you can still feel the overflowing love behind them.

“Go to sleep, sweet girl. I got you,” he murmurs into your hair.

“Okay.” You comply easily this time, nuzzling deeper into his chest. “Goodnight, Shota.”

“Goodnight, angel. Love you.”

“Love you too,” you mumble before drifting off to sleep in the safety of his warm arms.

Maybe being sick wasn’t all bad.

[verimuru]

Red on Maroon A 16-page IWTV (2022) fancomic about the vampire Armand and journalist Daniel Molloy visiting the Mark Rothko retrospective in 2024 Paris. Content mentions & warnings: The comic depicts Daniel’s internalized ableism. Rothko’s suicide is acknowledged but not discussed in detail. There’s angst, talk about kink and lots of fluff. Louis is mentioned as well as Daniel’s daughters. Marius is not named but is hinted at. The comic is set up in post-Dubai-interview time and based on my knowledge about s1 of AMC’s IWTV with sprinkles of book canon. Some notes about the comic below:

As with my last comic, I am not a native English speaker, so I hope you keep that in mind when reading <3 trying my best here meow meow

The Rothko retrospective can be visited until 2nd of April of 2024 in Louis Vuitton Foundation. I visited the place in January, so the comic’s surroundings are a mix of memories and some image searches, but in no way fully accurate. Since visiting Paris next week is probably not an option for most people, the foundation has a very cool free app, where you can listen to an audio guide about Rothko and paintings in the exhibition. I mostly used their app as a source for this comic, so in case you want to learn more, go here: https://www.fondationlouisvuitton.fr/en/events/mark-rothko

 I listened to a lot of Morton Feldman’s Rothko Chapel -album while making this. So put it in playing in the background if you’re into that sort of thing. Link to the playlist on youtube

Since I am Finnish and I found out that one of LVF’s first exhibition had some Finnish painter’s work, ofc I had to include them… Page 14 has Schjerfbeck’s “Dancing Shoes”  and Gallen-Kallela’s “Kullervo Cursing”.

Ok finally some headcanon stuff: in my head, while writing this comic, I imagined Daniel having accepted the dark gift from Armand, but both of them wanting him to live as a human as long as possible to enjoy the benefits of a… mortal body. :’D Since, you know, vampirism is forever anyway, so why not enjoy the variety of bodily fluids, body heat, aches and weirdness of aging? While having a chronic illness is shitty, his life is not, and while his disability marginalizes him, there’s a perspective there, a person living and enjoying things, allowed to take space and feel his thoughts develop from these changes (that also affect over 6 million people around the world with Parkinson’s).

After finishing the comic I am not so sure if Daniel is going to be turned into a vampire after all. So your guesses are as good as mine, would love to hear your suggestions, hehe!

I wish we knew more about Daniel’s daughters! I just came up with something here because I wanted to draw them and wanted to see their dynamics as a family.

I have now read the Devil’s Minion part from Queen of the Damned as a separate short story and appreciate the TV show’s changes to Daniel even more. I can’t wait for S2…..

My sincerest thanks to @anaid-queen for being a test audience, my informant and such a cheerleader the past week <3<3<3

Hope you enjoy xoxo

SORRY I POSTED THE WRONG IMAGE FILES FIRST WAHHH I had to repost ;_;

[foldingfittedsheets]

Hey! If you don't mind sharing, I'd be interested to hear more about your chronic illness diagnosis journey (I also get that it can be a private thing!).

I've been struggling for the last 5 or so years with chronic fatigue, muscle weakness, muscle pain and brain fog, and my doctors have checked a bunch of different things. EBV, thyroid, vitamin D, "are you sure you're not just depressed" and they've now gone for ME/CFS. A part of that just doesn't feel right to me because I feel like they should have done more tests or walked me through alternatives before settling! Especially because it fluctuates so much. Sometimes I can't leave the house, sometimes I have to borrow a wheelchair if I'm in a shop, sometimes I can walk 5000 steps??

Love and support for you and your gluten free adventure - potatoes, rice and polenta tend to be pretty good for me when I want something bready! (Doesn't quite hit the spot as well as buttered toast does though...)

My decline was really painfully gradual. I didn’t realize why things were getting so much harder. It manifested first with friction between my beloved because they were frustrated I was always too tired to run little errands myself. I went to the doctor and talked about my fatigue but was assured I was fine. I went on Chinese herbs and they buoyed up my reserves so I could keep functioning.

That went on for months, just getting more and more tired. I’d wake up sobbing because I wasn’t any more rested than I’d gone to bed. I went to a new doctor at that point. I got diagnosed with anemia until my blood work came back normal and then I was told I was fine.

Then I started fainting. My hair was falling out. I went to a different doctor. She ran my blood. I got told I was fine, but that maybe I had a food allergy. She slapped me with a full elimination diet that broke my spirit. I did feel some minor improvement but I wasn’t healthy by any means.

Finally, my good friend who is a doctor said that’s enough. She was in a different state but she was furious that I wasn’t getting any help. She ran my blood on a bunch of different ailment tests that were less well known. She tested for antibodies to EBV. If you have over 20 they consider you to have an active infection.

I had over 700 which is when they stop bothering to count.

I was so chock full of virus I was pound for pound virus by that point.

Then came the hard part. Knowing you’re bursting at the seams with a virus doesn’t make it easy to treat. The virus was living in me, in my cells. Too much of the medication and my body would start siccing it’s defenses against its own tissue.

I went on a bonanza of supplements. There was syrups to boost energy, pills to increase my immune system, antivirals, iron and vitamin D because those were kinda low. It was a three times a day regime of medicines.

My initial dose of antiviral was too high. I experienced a pain unlike what any mortal should bear as a result, dropping to the ground to writhe in agony when it hit. My dosage got lowered and my progress crept along.

I started school sometime in there and barely kept my head afloat above coursework. My stress load from school correlated to how much energy I had and I longed to finish my degree and just prioritize feeling better.

Then things got worse. My original doctor friend let her prescription rights for my state lapse, it didn’t make financial sense to keep them. A different friend from yet another state wrote my antivirals for a while but eventually I needed a new doctor.

I found another, this time a naturopathic doctor like my friends, hoping I’d keep receiving good care in that scope of practice. I didn’t. I had the most painful blood draw of my life in her office, writhing in agony, then didn’t hear back from her. I got ghosted by my doctor. When I pestered her for results she wrote me a script for antivirals but that was all.

I’d find out about eight months later when my health was declining and my friends demanded to see my blood work that my iron had been dangerously low but she hadn’t bothered to tell me. I got on iron supplements and staggered along.

Through precision time management I could budget my functional time into schoolwork then collapse to recuperate. It was working, but barely.

When my scrip on antivirals ran out I hunted once again for a doctor. This time I’d realized that any good care I’d gotten was when I’d made a personal connection with the doctor, a rare privilege not many people got. So I sought out a friend of a friend, someone I’d seen on occasion in the doctory social circle.

I have never been more happy with a doctor. She tested my viral numbers and pronounced herself satisfied that it was in check but was suspicious that although my thyroid numbers always looked normal that something was going on there. She ran more tests and lo. A thyroid imbalance.

Around that time I’d sunk into needing the chair. I stopped functioning, it was almost as bad as my first collapse. And yet again the fun part of getting my thyroid in balance was a delicate balance of making sure I wasn’t taking too much and hurting myself.

That balancing act took about a year to stabilize. I was still so weak from years of fatigue and inactivity. An able bodied person cannot imagine how hard it is to build up from ground zero on all your muscles. And the worst part was any time I felt tired I was terrified I was going to slip back down into the depths of exhaustion.

Then my beloved and I got Wyvern the puppy. And before we realized we had both somehow developed allergies to dogs and had to break our hearts giving him up, he saved me the last time.

Potty training meant I had to get up every two hours to take him out. I didn’t have to walk far but I had to do it consistently. Every single day I’d go to bed aching in every muscle, terrified to wake up. But every day I woke up with energy and was able to do it again.

It was like puppy boot camp, and I was able to go longer and farther every walk. By the time we realized we couldn’t keep him I was mobile again, I hadn’t needed my chair at all. When we said goodbye to him I promised I wouldn’t lose the progress he helped me make.

Now I finally, for the first time in six years, feel healthy again. I can go on long walks, I can run little errands for my beloved, I can fill my days with activity and wake up to do it again the next day. It’s the most amazing thing.

I hope you can stumble upon a doctor who can listen to you and help you. I know how hard things can get, but sometimes they can get better.

[blu-ish]

BLU BIO TIME

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Welcome to my blog! Thought I'd finally make one of these, like a responsible Tumblr user, pfttt.

Will it be disorganized? Oh yeah, absolutely.

🔹Call me Blu! When I'm not running around doin whatever I like to crash into Tumblr and relax.

🔹Lil about me: Currently a college student, I'm a history major/geek and I want to study Law! It's been a dream of mine since I was a kid. That and to also travel the world on my badass imaginary motorcycle, haha. But my favorite thing to do to unwind is draw my fav characters!

🔹I mostly draw whatever I'm into at the moment, mostly Sonic related tho. [He holds a special place in my heart lmao]

🔹I'm into too many things to list.. [Trust me I legit tried and gave up help me] I LOVE VIDEO GAMES AND ART AND SHOWS AND AMAZING PEOPLE AND-- *gets shot*

🔹please, please, please DO NOT repost my art/writing or videos 💙thanks!

🔹you can find my art under #my art [couldn't find anything cool to call them siighhh] You can also find my edits under #blu-ish edits.

🔹My inbox is always open, feel free to ask me anything or show me something cool, idc xD (ILL TRY TO ANSWER AS MANY AS I CAN LMAO I LOVE GETTING MESSAGES :D) side note: if I dont answer ur asks right away, thats bc I'm probs drawing something for them xD. Or tumblr ate it... hsjshsjsh

Okay, I think that's everything..? Oh well, stay safe guys and stay away from people in funny hats ;)

Links to some of my fanfics bc I have yet to have a Ao3 account hsjshsj

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▪️Silent Nights▪️🌆(Sonadow) UNFINISHED

Intro Chapter

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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🔹Short Sonadow Prime Mini-Fic I made <3

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💙Sticks and Stones (Sonadow)

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💝Seasonal Love🍂 (Sonadow)

Part One

Part Two

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🌦️Song of the storm (Sonadow)

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PROJECT SELENE AU MASTERPOST

Project Selene AU Essay

Character Art! Designs may change overtime hsjshsjs but stay mostly the same besides clothing xD

Older Selene!!

The fam 💖

Stone and Eggman LMAO

Selene Flavors

DONT FORGET DAILY CLICKS!!!!:

[murachinchi]

Some thoughts for my Hantengu x Tanjiro modern AU 🥺🥺

I have so many thoughts but im too impatient to write fanfiction and i just wanna air out my ideas lol and waiting for me to draw a comic for it also gonna take awhile so ill just write it down here! I might draw a comic based on this in the future but we'll see!

They met when Hantengu stumbled upon Tanjiro's bakery. The bakery is not new just that Hantengu never takes the route that pass the bakery on his way home lol

it was a love at first sight 🥺 on Hantengu's end that is lol. Tanjiro thought he was a creepy oldman that loitered outside his bakery 😂

Their first meeting

oki u guys remember how Tan didn't smell Hantengu's demonic scent?? i wanna add that here (?) but in this scenario Tanjiro just can't guess how Hantengu is feeling which fascinated him. he always have the advantage of knowing how people feel from their scent but Hantengu doesn't emit any of that or if he does it hard to tell.

this does take place in an omegaverse and Tanjiro is an omega while Hantengu is a beta. but that doesn't stop Tan to be able to scent people's emotion Hanchan just built different

Hantengu only comes in if he saw Tan behind the cashier, Tan's siblings noticed this and call Hanchan his secret admirer lol

on a slow day Tan decided to confront Hantengu about his weird behaviour but Han ran and stopped coming for weeks

one day Han came back on a busy time, Tan noticed him and told him to wait for him outside. almost an hour later Tan finally came out and apologized for making him wait this long in the cold 😂 But Han said that its alright. Tan offered to treat him food and they went to an oden stall

The whole time its just Tan talking LOL Hanchan's too flustered to say anything. Tan told him that he seems lonely that's why he doesn't feel angry or annoyed that Han do that just weird. this is where they start their friendship. every few days they went to eat at a stall and its either Tan or Han that pays but mostly Tan.. idk i feel like Han the type to take any advantage on getting free food LOL

ofc they got closer and Han start to talk alot more then one thing leads to another and they are dating (?) yes Tan asked how old Hantengu is and was surprised that he's only 40 😂 Han said he has a skin condition that made him look older than he should

pic above is their first ever official date 🤣 they ate at Hantengu's favorite ramen stall

i know Hantengu was the one in love(?) at first but it was Tan that confessed and ask him out. Tan was waiting but Hantengu never did so one day Tan brought him to a fancy restaurant and asked him out lol

Han was super insecure at first cause on top of dating someone younger he's not exactly good looking, but Tan just told him to stop insulting his bf. i like to think that Tan helped him to be more confident :D

in one of their midnight hangouts(?) Han mention that he mostly buy food from the convenience store so it's a nice change of pace to eat out like this. Tan was very disraught hearing this so he told Han to drop by his bakery before work so he can take a homemade lunch box to eat and not long after they start dating Tanjiro came to his house to cook dinner. This time Hantengu insist to pay for the groceries lol

idk why but i headcanon Hantengu's favorite food is karaage lol it reminds him of his late father. he's a busy man so he have no time to cook but he ocassionaly prep karaage for Hantengu to eat. One time when Tanjiro cooks him karaage he cried while eating it lol. they eat karaage for a whole week after that

Hantengu gave him a spare key to his apartment so Tan don't have to wait for him to get in. Tan also start doing chores around his house and found lots of Hanchan's hidden secret… his laundry 🤢

The first time Tanjiro helped do Hantengu's laundry he was baffled cause there were so many ruined socks and underwear that he still wore. so he told him to throw them all away and they went to a department store to buy new pairs. Tanjiro even offered to buy it for him 😂

Hantengu is an only child, his parents already passed away when he met Tanjiro. His mom died when he was young while his dad died later from a work accident

Tanjiro's family never expect Tanjiro to be dating Hantengu. it was a shock when Tanjiro said they are going out now. They thought Tanjiro was just being nice to this weird oldman 😂

His mom was against their realtionship. on top of the age gap he just look sketchy 😂 But his dad said that they should trust Tanjiro and just let them be

Tanjiro trying to convince his parents

His siblings ofcourse were very against it cause they want Tan to get back together with his ex 😂 Tanjiro's ex is Kyojuro :))

i changed their age here.. Kyo and Tan were childhood friends so they knew each other or a long time and their family are close too. it devastated both family when they broke up. The reason? who knows (i haven't decided yet)

The perfect Ex-boyfriend..

He also happened to be an acquaintance with Shinjuro. Picture above is Shinjuro lamenting about his son's break up

No, Hantengu was not a rebound cause it's been a few years after the break up

Tanjiro like to sleepover at Hantengu's place. its a nice change of pace from how hectic his house is 😂

One day when Tanjiro sleeps over at his house Hantengu woke up realising how happy he is and saw so many things have changed for the better ever since he go out with Tanjiro. When they were eating breakfast that Tanjiro made he just blurts out asking Tan to marry him. Then Tan chokes on his food (he said yes)

Tan was just surprised Han proposed to him, he thought he'll be the one who's gonna propose lol

Now Hanchan gotta charmed the whole family to accept him (?)

Tanjiro knows about Hantengu's parents so they went on a trip to go to his family grave to pay a visit :D They also met a few distant relatives of Hanchan.

this is how the meeting between Hantengu and Tanjiro's parents went

(he got their blessings)

Because Tanjiro will be inheriting the family bakery, Hantengu changed his surname to Kamado. so legally his name is Kamado Urami but Tanjiro still calls him Hanchan 🥺. Yes in this AU Hantengu's name was Hantengu Urami lol

their nickname for each other is Hanchan and Tantan

Tanjiro said Hanchan so much that their kids firstword is "Hantan" (MUAHHAHA don't worry guys it's actually just a baby talk cause babies have a hard time pronouncing "chan" ☝🤓)

their wedding is not that grand they just invite family and friends. Hantengu invites his boss and some of his co workers lol. they need em to shut up about Hantengu finding a bf/gf this way they'll stop. they have their suspicion about Han's love life but they never expect to received a wedding invitation lol

speaking of Hantengu's job.. canonically he is known to be really good at infiltrating according to Muzan at least lol. so i made him be a data analyst in this AU lol idk smtg to do with data 😭 he could be a government spy but that'd be too cool for this hantengu 😂

i said that Tanjiro gonna inherit the bakery right? well too bad... it didn't happen when they found out they gonna have a quadruplets 😂 so the bakery goes to Nezuko. Tanjiro helped out later on when the kids start middle school.

Their first ultrasound :D

Hantengu and kidoairakuzou by some miracle (me LOL) shares the same birthday. so it was a really hectic day for Tanjiro every year. Tanjiro likes to celebrate a quiet bday at night for Hantengu tho. sometimes with a small personal birthday cake or leftover cakes 😂

ok it's getting tooo long so im ending it here 😭 If you managed to read this far congratulation and thank you!! 😭 i will add more about the kids on the second part but i don't know when it will come out lol so stay tune!

HanTan🥺

[alkhale]

paper heart (1/3) Portgas D. Ace/Oc - Memos AU

im finally working my way back through the ko-fi requests again, i promise i didn't forget about a single one, ill die before i let any of them not get written

the request was for really sad ace/hoku angst, so i took some liberties and ran with an idea i've had for awhile. the inspo for this one was a question i was asked once about whether Hoku could make a human from her drawings and the Black Mirror episode "Be Right Back"

i hope this works for you! thank you for reading and hope you enjoy!

Note: This an AU to the Memos Timeline, taking place sometime after the time-skip, in the midst of maybe post Punk Hazard.

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Hoku leaned back against the cushioned bench, tracing her fingers over the lip of the bottle beside her.

The crow’s nest was empty tonight since she was taking the first watch. Zoro’s absurd weights were piled in the corner, boxes of everyone’s different training gear or stretching mats pressed against the wall. Hoku kept one of the windows cracked open, letting the salty breeze filter through.

The dimmed lamp on the small table cast little shadows against the wood paneled walls. A bit of moonlight shone still through the windows, the entire sky clear as a mirror tonight. Hoku could see stars scattered as far as she was willing to look. Down below, the lulling, sweet sound of Brook’s strings made its way up to her ears. She could hear Nami and Robin chatting something soft by the tangerine grove.

She couldn’t hear Luffy, which meant he was either lounged across the top of the Sunny’s mast or busied in some way below deck. In a little bit everyone would start to trickle back inside and head to bed. Hoku wouldn’t have to expect anyone till morning.

It was the perfect kind of night to mourn.

Hoku quietly pressed her head against the cool pane of glass. One of her sketchbooks laid spread out across her lap, loose papers crinkling at the corners. The occasional breeze ruffled the pages, revealing the previous sketches beneath.

A curling smirk revealed itself for a breath. Inked black hair and scattered freckles. Another image of a bright, boyish laugh. A sketch of a broad back, one hand waving lazily in the air. The drawing of a young man over the crest of a hill, holding his hat so it wouldn’t be snatched by the wind.

The pages fluttered back into place as Hoku smoothed her palm over the top, hiding them between the folds of each other. She stared down at her fresh page, expression void of emotion while she brought her bottle to her lips with her free hand. The familiar, sweet sigh of kiionohi berries slid with a smooth burn down her throat.

“You’re such a lightweight! Don’t ever go drinking alone, you got that?”

“Who’re you to tell me what to do, brat?”

“I’m older than you!”

It was good that she was a lightweight. It meant it wouldn’t take long to forget.

Hoku had found it easier to do this pitiful ritual days away from the true date. Any closer and the crew would notice in a glance. They never spoke of it aloud, they never pressed, but they all knew. If she were to go sneaking off to the crow’s nest on a day like that, someone would come following after her—they’d never let any of them be alone. Sanji would pile Luffy’s plate extra high. Zoro would train a little harder. Brook would play something beautiful while Usopp and Chopper took turns trying not to work each other up into a fit. Franky would tinker a little more. Nami would speak a bit softer. Robin would sit a little closer.

Hoku loved them for it. 

For Luffy, a day like that was passed as a day like any other, only a soft brush of wind against his hair, pulling the light curl of his hat, and a single glance out against the sea as the sun bore down on the x-shaped scar across his chest. A day like that was only completed with Hoku finding him in the dark, quietly curling against his side and shutting her eyes as she laid her head over his chest, listening to the rhythmic drum of his heartbeat—her fingers splayed across his chest.

For Hoku, a day like that needed to be mourned days earlier. A single night to herself. A bottle of alcohol she’d never finish by the end of the night. Scattered drawings she could either burn to the wind or tuck somewhere far away.

Hoku took another long sip, swallowing mouthfuls as she set her bottle down. A bit of it trailed down the side of her mouth and she wiped it away, already feeling a hot flush down her neck. It spread thickly across her cheeks and Hoku took up her pencil again, pressing it to a fresh page.

“Can’t you draw me doing something cool for once? You always like drawing me like this!”

Hoku’s stomach lurched, threatening to be nauseous. She shut her eyes, shaking her head. Don’t think about it. Just draw. Just draw. You don’t need to think.

It was easier to draw. Drawing was like pushing all the memories that threatened to flood her eyes with tears out into the pages. She could leave them there and let them go before it hurt a little too much, before she cried a little too hard.

She didn’t know why tonight was a little harder than most.

The pages against the side of her hand sliced sharply against her sliding palm. Hoku pulled away, dully looking down now at her bleeding palm. She dropped her pencil, using that hand to grab her bottle and take another long drink.

“Shooting Star.”

Hoku choked back a sob. She shut her eyes now, pressing her palm to her paper as she leaned forward, trying not to think.

But even her eyes betrayed her.

In her mind she saw the memory of that broad back. Of scuffed boots and sculpted calves, of ink black hair and curling wisps of flame at the corner of his boyish grin—

Hoku pressed the heel of her palm to her forehead, shaking her head. Stop. Her mind was already starting to feel thick and foggy as a result of too much alcohol too fast. Hoku let out a shaky breath, reaching out for the bottle again to try and finish the deed. Tonight was just too hard to draw. She could live with that. It was a different kind of night where she needed to shut her eyes and let the morning take it all away.

Hoku paused just before taking another drink, looking down at her paper.

She froze.

A perfect rendition of him was laid out beneath her palm, hidden beneath the cage of her fingers. Her blood continued to pulse across the page, swirling and curling as it took shape against her will. Her sluggish thoughts did nothing to hinder the perfect clarity of his image, his entire likeness the most lifelike she’d ever drawn it.

He laughed, his smile hidden beneath her index finger. Hoku hesitantly lifted it up.

The drawing peeled at her touch, pulling outwards with a soft pop!

Hoku instantly recoiled, curling her hand away as though she’d been burned. The now dimensional drawing laid over the top of Hoku’s paper, casting his own shadow. It laid there, unmoving, no bigger than the length of her hand. Almost like a sick, perfect rendition of his own doll.

Her head was starting to spin. Hoku continued to stare at the now dimensional drawing, unknowing when her hand had reached out once more for it. She wrapped her bloody fingers around it, cradling it softly as she laid down against the cushions, holding the drawing before her eyes.

He laughed back at her.

Tears began to spill from the corner of Hoku’s eyes. She choked another sob, laid sideways agains the cushioned bench while she brought the drawing to her chest with both hands. She cradled it gently against her heart, tears sliding sideways down her face in a steady stream. Hoku shut her eyes, head spinning with alcohol and tragedy.

I’m sorry.

Hoku squeezed her eyes shut, crying softly as she held the drawing to her.

I’m so sorry.

The drawing warmed beneath her fingertips and Hoku held it reverently between her palms, protecting it the way she had originally failed before.

Brook’s soft melody went silent. Hoku let her mind slip into the dense fog of alcohol, falling asleep to the world.

In the morning, her tears would be gone.

I’m just so sorry.

-- --- --- ---

In her dreams though, she couldn’t escape.

Hoku stared, almost confused against the long stretch of coastline. It was a sight she couldn’t quite understand, a dreamscape drafted up by some inexplicable imagination. Not Artopoki’s shores, which she’d become almost sadly fond of dreaming. Not any other island she’d known. Dozens of different flowers lapped overthemsleves like a thick canopy of leaves to her right while the water lapped at her left. Beneath her a long path of sand stretched onwards.

She froze at the sight that awaited her.

He stood just shy of the coastline. The wind tousled lovingly at his hair. He slowly turned, as if sensing her stare.

Hoku found she could not move. Her voice caught in her throat.

His smile tugged at his lips. That cocky little curve, an almost soft whisper of a laugh ready to leave him.

“You know,” Hoku froze at the sound of his voice. Her eyes flooded with fresh tears. “There was something I wish I told you.”

Hoku choked. He grinned.

“Shooting Star—”

-- --- --- ---

“Shooting Star?”

Hoku’s head hurt. She kept her eyes welded shut, refusing to open them as she curled in on herself. The slow steps to waking up were bringing with it all the consequences of her actions the night before. A steady throb pressed against the side of her temple. Her mouth felt dry, lingering with the faded sweet tang of her kiionohi brew. 

I think this is my worst hangover yet. She felt as though she’d almost lost something. Like all her energy had been seeped out of her and then some, barely leaving her with enough vitality to complain. Her body ached, one hand reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose as she groaned. Outside she could hear the annoying cry of gulls, their chatter ringing back and forth.

“Stupid woman has done stupid thing!”

“World will be upset.”

When am I not doing something to upset the world? Hoku sighed defeatedly. She laid limply against the cushions, trying to figure out what time it was. It couldn’t have been too late in the day. On of the earlier risers would’ve slipped up here to wake her up and tease her for falling asleep on watch. Just before dawn then. 

Sightly calloused fingers pushed a chunk of her sweat slicked hair out of her face. Hoku’s brows creased, mouth twisting a bit.

“Ugh… I didn’t even hear you come in…” Zoro? It was a weirdly tender gesture—he normally would’ve let her fall off the cushions—but Sanji wouldn’t go this long without saying something sweet.

It didn’t smell like Zoro either. It smelled only like her blood and kiionohi. Hoku rubbed at her puffy eyelids, trying to ignore the throb in her head. Maybe he saw… “Just give me… a second…”

“C’mon Shooting Star, what’d I say about drinking alone?”

Hoku stilled.

The cool, crisp breeze of dawn blew in from the window. Hoku could feel its chill against her skin. The pain in her head was real. The dull ache of her body. The familiar sound of someone below on deck waking up—a sweet whistle telling her it was Sanji, making his way to the base of the crow’s nest. 

Hoku was awake.

“You gonna ignore me? Don’t pretend to be asleep! I need your help figuring out what the heck happened… I think I was visiting… did we party so hard I blacked out?”

Hoku slowly opened her eyes, pulling her hands away from her face.

Her heart began to pound. Something frantic started up inside of her.

He sat on his haunches only inches away from her face. Messy, thick black hair tousled freely around the sharp cut of his jaw. His tanned skin rose and fell with each breath of his chest. His broad shoulders blocked part of her view before her.

Freckles dusted his face, a little constellation across his cheeks.

He turned from rubbing his chin in thought to bring his bright black gaze to her.

No. Hoku thought brokenly. I’m still asleep.

It was a moment where her dreams still clung to her just waking mind.

Because a moment like this couldn’t exist otherwise.

Hoku hesitated, her heart loud against her chest, threatening to crack under the pressure of her ribcage. She reached out then with both her hands, past the soft tickle of his hair and cupped the warm touch of his cheeks on either side. He blinked, looking curious as he leaned into her touch to one side, lips twisting up into that easy grin.

The realest dreams only hurt the most, Hoku realized. 

Tears streaked down Hoku’s face. She gazed quietly at him, unable to speak. She held that face in her hands, his expression going blurry as her eyes filled with tears.

“Aw, come on, what’s this?” his laugh was a little breathless, gaze teasing as he rose from his crouch and hovered now a bit over her. Hoku followed him, unable to pull her hands away. She could feel the warmth radiating off his skin. “You cryin’? Always crying in your sleep—Luffy won’t ever let you live it down. You want to be the new crybaby?”

Even now she still couldn’t find the words to speak. Hoku could only shake her head. He looked a bit surprised at her subdued display, blinking once before he coughed into his free hand, using the other to brace himself over her and the bench.

“Alright, fine,” he said, sighing as though it were troublesome to him. Hoku almost laughed, her heart twisting with pain. It was the kind of thing he would’ve said back on Dawn Island, amidst the cover of trees while Luffy cried. “Move over.”

Hoku pressed her back flush against the bench. His brows creased, examining what little space still remained. He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting once to the side before skittering back to her—it was a guilty sort of tell of his. “Well, since the space is tight…”

Hoku didn’t even have the heart to bully him then or shove him to the floor. He grinned a little, a bit impish, the top of his ears dusting red—they would’ve caught like an ember by now, she thought absently— “It’ll make more sense, you know. I’ll lay down first and you can lay down on top—”

His fingers lightly brushed against her hip, as though to reach around Hoku and lift her up. His lids lowered as he gazed down at her. It was a gaze Hoku had never looked at properly. She tried to understand it now, since there was no too late in her dreams.

His fingers touched a bruise Hoku had gotten just the morning before from smacking into the corner of the table by Nami’s tangerines, earning a laugh from the navigator.

Hoku felt pain shoot up her spine like lightning.

She froze.

Pain.

That’s right… she felt… pain.

She’d been trying to ignore it, but not once had the throbbing in her head receded. The dull ache a distant thought in the back of her mind when sadness had been the forefront.

“Hoku Honey!” Sanji called sweetly. “Shall I get your breakfast ready?”

Hoku looked up at the man hovering above her, still grinning.

Cold washed over Hoku. It conflicted with the warmth of the body before her.

What?

Hoku’s throat went tight. Her mouth dry. Her pulse picked up in speed. The throbbing against the side of her head was almost murderous. She felt sick.

This isn’t right.

“C’mon,” he laughed, a bit coaxing. “Help me out—”

His touch seared against the bare skin of her back. The bruise throbbed.

Hoku’s palms shot out, shoving hard. His eyes widened, startled as he let out a squawk and fell back onto the floor. He looked up at her, affronted and a little betrayed, but Hoku wasn’t thinking about his expressions or his face—she was sitting up, scrambling onto her knees and bringing her shaking palms up to her face.

Dried blood lined the long cut along her palm.

Wait.

Hoku’s head started to spin. She felt sick. Ice cold water rushed down her spine, dousing over her head while her temple felt like someone was drilling a rusted nail into it. Her entire body was beginning to shake now, disbelief and fear and—

Hoku looked at him, eyes wide, frantic. His body. His face. His size.

He looked back at her, miffed betrayal becoming slow, curious confusion. Concern laced his features.

“Shooting Star?”

“Hoku Honey?” she heard Sanji call again. “Is there someone else up there? No, wait… there is? Hoku Honey—”

Hoku almost felt a whimper leave her lips. Confusion pounded against her head. Fear began to color her face. She shakily looked down at the bench and the floor, eyes darting from paper to scattered paper until she landed on one in particular.

An emptiness was left where she had pulled a drawing free.

No, this can’t be right. 

(This isn’t possible.)

Paper. It had been paper—

(Paper made by your hair. Mixed with your blood. Your special blend.)

Hoku’s breaths began to come staggered, sharp and uneven. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her eyes filled with tears while her face twisted into one of insidious horror as she looked back down at the man before her.

(Something she had never thought was possible. Something she’d only thought in passing, when she’d been asked. A thought she was never supposed to entertain. A thought Hoku had never once had, because even she knew playing with such an idea was wrong. Wrong and forbidden. Wrong and—)

Hoku slowly looked back at her hands. She flexed her fingers, carefully until her nails bit into her palm. Blood dripped down the side of her hands. Pain pricked her mind.

She was awake.

This was real.

Oh, oh goddess. Oh, goddess, what have I done?

“Hey!” he looked shocked. “What are you doing—”

Hoku tore herself away from the bench, away from him. He looked at her with wide eyes, confused and a little hurt but Hoku didn’t care. She staggered back a few steps until her knees gave out on her and she collapsed, falling back onto her palms.

“Hoku?”

Ace reached a hesitant hand out for her.

Not a drawing, but flesh.

Hoku screamed.

-- --- --- ---

Hoku had done a lot of stupid things since she’d been brought into this world.

She was sure there would never be anything beyond this.

-- --- ---- ----

Portgas D. Ace was dead.

“Fire Fist” Ace had died on the battlefield in his beloved brother’s arms, with an eternal smile across his bloodied lips. A smile that belonged to a man who had died knowing he had lived a life where he was loved and was able to love in turn.

And Hoku had watched, bleeding blood that would stain the ice forever until it was melted away. And a part of her had died that day too.

Portgas D. Ace was dead.

He had been so for over two years now. 

This was an indisputable, undeniable fact.

Hoku sat now in the far corner of the galley, unable to bring herself any closer as she held her throbbing head in her hands and glared across the room. Robin sat quietly beside her, a soothing hand splayed over her lower back, fingers occasionally rubbing soft circles, lightly against her side. 

That thing sat at the table, looking only a bit miffed, widely curious, and perhaps rather excited.

It grinned and Hoku felt sick to her stomach.

-continued in (2/3)

[freckle-face-ace]

Portgas D Ace X CisFem Reader

<typed>

«signed»

17

Rosinante chuckled from your kitchen table as he sat with your tablet propped up in front of him.

Your face was burning as you sat across from him thoroughly embarrassed. His amused eyes flickered from you back to the screen.

"I didn't know you were gonna watch it in front of me." you groaned.

He was reviewing the project he'd assigned you - to translate one of your favorite songs into sign language.

«Sign only, please.»

It wasn't that you had done a bad job, but your discomfort and embarrassment was very apparent in the video. It made you stumble and sigh often. Also something you weren't aware of, was Ace's voice singing along as if he'd known the song his entire life between chuckles and celebratory words when you managed to get a whole sentence correct. It wasn't just funny, it was down right adorable.

«Mean.» you pouted.

He rolled his hazel eyes and leaned forward locking the tablet.

«This was very good.» he smiled encouragingly, «There are still some words and letters you need to work on.»

«OK» you sighed and rubbed your face, «I'll work harder. »

«You aren't in trouble.» his smile remained, «We're going at your pace. You've come a long way in the last month and a half.»

«If you say so.»

He shook his head at your behavior as Kuma rested his chin on your lap. You wish you could say you didn't know why you were being so difficult, but you knew.  Signing forced you to make movements you weren't entirely comfortable with. It was like dancing - you hated dancing. Not only that, it wasn't something that was incredibly common. At least you had never met a hearing impaired person before, which meant when you were at the store with Ace having a conversation people were staring. You felt it. Being on display like that was the last thing you wanted.

Kuma left your lap drawing your attention back up. He waddled to the door excitedly and sat with all of his attention focused on the doorknob.

Ace was home.

You glanced back at Rosi who was gathering his things.

«I'll see you on Friday, keep going over your alphabet and the words we discussed.» he swung his messenger bag over his shoulder and turned somehow getting his feet tangled.

"Rosi!" you gasped hopping to your feet as he caught himself on the side of the counter.

Ace rushed passed you to help the blonde up, "Are you alright?"

Rosi straightened himself out, «I'm fine, sorry to startle you.»

"As long as you're not hurt." you stepped next to your freckled mate.

You really should have been used to his clumsiness by now, but every time was a complete surprise.

After some reassurance and some small talk with Ace, Rosi made his exit.

You were stretched out on the sofa, the back of your head resting in Ace's lap while he brushed his fingers through your hair and watched TV. He'd been a bit down the last few days, after having a dream about Pops. He claimed it wasn't a dream - who were you to deny him? For him it was a very real experience that apparently Thatch had as well one night a couple of months ago. Finally reaching the closure he didn't know he needed with his father figure.

Finding out about Pops' death hit Ace harder than even he ever thought. He knew the old man would pass away eventually - he'd been very ill over the last year. Something about knowing they perished on the same day in the same place hit him in an unexplainable way. There was a silver lining, as there often is with this sort of thing - he was free of that illness. He also died knowing he was loved by his sons.

Your gaze rested on his melancholy expression. His eyes were cloudy but fixed on the television as he mindlessly messaged your scalp. You knew he was in some place far away. Slowly you reached up caressing his freckled cheek forcing his rubies to focus on you.

"You ok?"

You couldn't hear what he said but you were getting better at reading lips.

"I am." he smiled softly and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

With a small smile you reached for the tablet laying on your stomach.

<I have an assignment from Rosi for tomorrow. Have you seen Kuma's service vest?>

His brows pinched together as he read, <You're going out?>

You nodded, <I'm meant to have my first public experience alone, well, with Kuma at least.>

<Should I have Thatch take you?>

You could tell he really wasn't ready for you to go out, hell, neither were you.  It was going to happen eventually and as Rosi said, "the sooner the better."

<I'll just Uber. I've got some work to get done.>

His pout tugged at your heart, <Where are you going to go?>

<Just the craft store, I'm more comfortable there. Nothing crazy I promise.>

<Promise you'll text if you need me.>

You nodded and pulled him down for a sweet kiss.

_____________

The next afternoon you waited on the porch for your Uber driver to arrive. After loading Kuma into the back seat you tapped the driver on the shoulder and showed him the note on your phone informing him that you were hearing impaired. He nodded and proceeded to take you into town.

Kuma's head rested against your shoulder, having sensed your anxiety beginning to peak. You hadn't been in a car many times after the accident, and when you were, Ace was with you. You rubbed his head until you arrived at your destination.

It was so strange to enter a busy store and not hear anything. You almost missed the 90's pop music playing over the store's speakers, it would have been better than the overwhelming nothingness.

With a soft sigh you tightened your grip on Kuma's lead and grabbed a cart. Looking around, you realized everything in the store had been reset.

Not off to a great start.

You were hoping this would be a quick trip with minimal human interaction. Now, unfortunately, to make it a quick trip you were going to have to ask for help.

Reluctantly you made your way to the nearest employee and tapped her shoulder. She turned and glanced at you, then down at Kuma.

As her lips began to move you held up the same note you'd shown your driver.

«I sign a little.» she smiled sweetly, «What can I help you find?»

Your anxiety ebbed a little, which was unexpected. You didn't expect to find someone who could sign.

«Paint, fabric and...» you paused and snapped your fingers trying to remember how to sign what you needed, «wooden...» you could feel your face heating up with embarrassment.

She watched you patiently.

"Dowels." you muttered.

«Still learning?»

You nodded bashfully, «Car wreck.»

«That must be hard. You'll get the hang of it.» she gave your shoulder a reassuring pat.

«Thank you.» you gave her a small smile.

With that she walked you through the store to find the things you needed.

___________

Ace sat at the bar in the restaurant flipping his phone in his palm while he waited for Thatch. He was a little worried that he hadn't heard from you. After your accident leaving you alone was difficult for him. This was the first time for you to go out without him, and you didn't check in when you got home.

If you got home...

A huff pushed passed his lips as a hand came down over his left shoulder.

"Calm down, you're weirding out the customers."

"She didn't text me." he muttered turning to the brunette.

"You said she had work to do. I'm sure she got busy." Thatch assured checking his phone, "C'mon, let's go."

The drive home was more or less quiet. Ace couldn't stop being bothered but Thatch managed to distract him with stories of things that happened before he'd arrived in your world.

Trailing off his laughter the raven glanced out the window a bit alarmed. They'd driven passed the house and were on a dirt path that led to the man-made pond near the forest where you discovered Ace. As they approached he spotted you standing in front of a small paddle boat with Kuma not far away.

"What's going on?" he asked looking at his brother.

"You'll see." Thatch's demeanor had gone a bit serious suddenly which made the younger male cautious.

Finally he parked as Kuma nudged you alerting you of their presence. You turned toward them, an adorable smile up turning your lips as the setting sun warmly lit your features. Ace's heart pulled in his chest. Seeing you so happy just to see him made his chest flutter.

After hugging you tightly and kissing your head he stepped back, «What are you doing out here?»

«I wanted to help...» you stumbled a bit with your signs, «with close.»

"Help with close?"

"Closure, I think." Thatch interjected.

You huffed and pulled your tablet from your hoodie pocket, <Come look. I'll explain.>

The brothers followed you the short distance to the bank of the pond where you had beached a small beat up wooden row boat. Ace's eyes widened as they scanned the very familiar jolly roger painted on black fabric that was pulled taut with dowels over a neat little pile of logs.

You handed a large smooth stone to Thatch and gave the second to Ace.

<I know that in some sort of dream scape you both got to say goodbye. Part of saying goodbye usually involves a ceremony. In our world pirates were honored by their crews and given back to the sea.>

Thatch was already sniffling as the app on the tablet read your text aloud.

<Sorry this isn't the sea but it is a place you can visit and hopefully feel a connection.> locking the tablet you slipped it into your hoodie pocket.

The brothers stepped closer as you motioned them to place their stones at bow and stern. After that you opened the white container that had been sitting on a tree stump with a box of matches. You squeezed the bottle dousing the vessel and its contents in lighter fluid.

Ace and Thatch gave the boat a push as you struck a match and quickly tossed it into the logs igniting it. The sun had gone down quickly allowing the flames to be perfectly mirrored on the water as boat drifted out. Ace's arms wound around you tightly while you all quietly watched it begin to sink.

His damp freckled cheek nuzzled against yours as he muttered into your shoulder.

The End

[azurevi]

Resquets are open :D If it's not too much trouble I can get: character death + illness with Sebek

I find your works interesting, I hope to see more in the future🌠✍️💐

Sebek + character death & illness

thank you for the kind words! (｡◝‿◜｡) this was fun (albeit sad) to write, hope you enjoy!

Sebek was racing against the clock.

“Cherish the remaining time” was what the doctors had told him at the hospital, outside the room in which you were kept. It infuriated him that they admitted defeat when there’s still so much time left to make things right, but if they weren’t going to do anything, then he just had to take matters into his own hands.

For weeks now he had been looking for a cure, a solution, a spell- anything that can get rid of the sickness sucking the life out of you. His parents and their friends came up empty-handed, and even Lilia, with his bottomless barrel of experiences, told him that it was useless to keep trying.

“If you have time to read about the disease, why don’t you spend it with the actual patient?”

But it wasn’t just time he was running from, it was his own shame. To stop was to admit that he couldn’t save you, that he was powerless in the face of humans’ fragile mortality. How was he supposed to look you in the eyes, knowing that he failed you?

Ancient books made no mention of similar conditions, and no spell was strong enough that they could destroy a ticking bomb inside a body. Anytime he thought he was on the right track, he ended up drawing a blank. Yet the restlessness in his body didn’t dwindle. If any, it pushed him further. He spent days after days looking for someone or something that could help, regardless of the price, regardless of the distance.

“Where are you, Sebek? They are asking for you. You know there isn’t much time left.” Jack’s calls came every day, a haunting reminder that not a second could be wasted. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see you, if the sleepless nights and frequent texts were any indication. In fact, he would teleport right next to you if he could, but he only had one body, and it was more useful to save you than to mourn in advance.

It wasn’t until Malleus personally dragged him back that he finally came to terms with the truth: he never had a chance to begin with. He could try and fight fate, but nothing he did could change it, and by the time he arrived, you were already at the edge of death.

For the past few weeks Sebek had been running from a lot of things, but as he stood in front of the cold, white door, he wondered if he had actually been avoiding you all along.

Clenching the vibrant flowers in one hand, he slid the door open. Whatever shell he had built around him shattered the moment he saw you— attached to beeping machines by various tubes on your arms, body thinned and ravaged by the battle within you. You were alive, but barely.

His throat tightened. He wanted so much to pull all those tubes off of you, to hoist you up in his arms and tell you that everything was going to be fine, but that could only happen in his imagination.

“Sebek,” you raised your hand, and he rushed to hold it. He didn’t notice the tears escaping his eyes until you wiped them away, making him flinch.

“Took you long enough,” you laughed quietly. Your voice no longer bore jokes intended to make him laugh. Its vigor was replaced by weariness.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t find anything useful.” He said.

“It’s okay, there wasn’t much hope anyways.”

“Don’t say that!” He held tightly onto your hand. “If I try harder, maybe-”

“I don’t want you to find me a cure, Sebek. I just want you to be by my side before I go.”

“But that’s…” He lowered his head, fighting the urge to tell you about all his wishes and plans for the future, how he had already decided that you would be a part of it. Everything had been laid out in front of him in one perfect path, everything that he had now lost. He still didn’t want to give it up. 

And yet, there was no way he could be free from regret if he didn’t spend the remaining time with you.

He took a deep breath and nodded, leaning against your intertwined hands.

“…Then I will stay right here with you.”

In the remaining hours, he watched the life threaten to fade from your eyes despite your efforts to pocket as much time as you could. It took everything in him to hold back his distress and to talk to you like it was just another normal day. It was only when the beeps of the machines sank into a deafening flatline that he finally let his voice quiver.

“Hey,” He held out hope for one last miracle, one last mercy from the sevens above. Nothing came except for the footsteps down the corridor. His friends burst into the room in a desperate rush before the world finally crumbled around him.

In the end of the day, there was nothing he could do to save you.

[sipnoot]

INTRO/PINNED POST

finally doing one of these-

Hi! You can call me Sip or Ry, I have no preference on which one you call me :] I am a minor!! Please keep that in mind when interacting.

I use any pronouns + It/It's (i know not everyone is comfortable using It for people, and thats fine if you dont use them on me!! i go by she/they/he as well. dont be rude about it, just use the other pronouns.)

I'm a Nonbinary, AroAce Lesbian

I am ADHD + Autistic, so please try to be patient if I don't get something or am slower to understand certain things or if I need clarification

I get nervous when interacting with people but I would still love to be friends :D ask to be mutuals, DM me, tag me in posts, ect ect, I welcome it all

^^^ feel free to send me art requests as well (obviously theres no guarantee ill do it but they are all still welcome :])

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Check out my Art Tag !! Where I mostly draw the DCA

No AUs as of right now unless you wanna count my DCA Dress-up thing. but thats less of an AU and more just.. a series of drawings abt the same thing

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While my art is mostly the DCA, I do reblog from other fandoms! (90% of my acc is reblogs atp)

Hazbin Hotel + Helluva Boss, Genshin Impact, Naruto, The Amazing Digital Circus, & Kamen Rider. I'm in other fandoms too but what I post about is dependent on whatever I'm hyperfixating on

[hornsketch]

hey there! ive finally made an art blog! im going to try post more just… stuff, as usually i reserve my art posts for either special occaisions or specifically public-oriented works, and it kinda bums me out to not just have a place to dump my art anymore, so here you go!

(more details and helpful info below!)

who are you?

in hopes of providing some relevant lenses to view my work through, ill give some personal details here. if these lenses dont suit your interpretation of the work, thats alright! view as you please, though i do still think these will always be important context in said viewings.

my name is zelda (she/her) and im a queer jewish 20something who struggles quite a bit with illness both physical and mental.

ive always been kind of enthralled by impressionism and what it really means to use suggestion and spirit as a stronger tool than portrayal and form.

i have a particular draw to fantasy and magical aesthetics, especially the world-building within.

i am a serial overthinker, and tend to see alot of meaning and symbolism in things that plainly do not have them.

while yes i am jewish, my relation to faith is complicated. if you see me type “god” im using it in a turn of phrase with no meaning. if you see me type out “g-d” i am being religious. yes i know thats not how its supposed to work. its meaningful to me.

what will you post?

as previously mentioned, here im trying to make a concerted effort to post a broader variety of things with a wide selection in quality and topic, so unfortunately here the only real uniting theme is going to have to be that i made it. still! to help navigate the space, listed below will be a list of tags i will try to keep to, all of which this post will also be tagged as, since i know tumblr search can be finicky.

#the self and the other

these will be about me, my friends and loved ones, or possibly both

#differing mediums

these pertain to other works or universes, as well as fan content

#harsh tones

this is gonna be the rough stuff. topics will be tagged as needed.

#jaunty doodles

funny business. shenanigans, even.

#lesssfw

listen this blog is for a wide breadth of content, so please if you do not want to, or otherwise should not be seeing mild to moderate nsfw content (i dont rlly plan on posting straight up porn here) block this tag.

wait— is there anywhere you do post more direct nsfw?

maybe, yeah. but before any of that i would like to set some ground rules. these are my spaces for me to share my work for others to see. if you arent a fan of what i post, ill make no attempts to dissuade you from that. your discomfort is your right. I would however request that you dont make your discomfort an issue i am epxected to remedy. ill have no harsh feelings if you arent a fan of my less safe for work content, or even anything it may tangentially relate to, and need to take the necessary steps to curate your experience in those regards. i will be far less than happy if people cant behave because i post content that is not to their personal tastes, within reason.

all of that being said, yes, if you are an adult fan of my other work, feel free to check out @shinyspadetiptail

do you take commissions?

yeah, usually. im not really at the point where i have to close and open them for availability reasons, so shoot me a dm and ill usually be able to give you a response pretty quick on.

price tends to vary by project, and i always set $20 per hour of canvas time as my baseline, but generally simpler stuff like limited detail icons and emojis run in the $20-$30 range, while fully detailed halfbodies tend to run in the $40-$50 range, and fully done fullbodies range more $70-$80. aside from that, backgrounds are a little too context dependent to put a full price estimate on and extra characters can and will cost extra.

usually whatll happen is after laying out the basic price range we’ll talk, and ill thumbnail until we have smth we can agree on, and once weve got an idea of what were going for ill give an estimate that ill try to stick close to, barring any major changes or complications. from then on ill try to send updates whenever i work, and then when im relatively close to finished ill ask for the payment either through paypal or cashapp, after which ill send on the finished piece and any expected variations. in some cases, this may be changed, and payment may be done half at the start, and half when relatively close to completion.

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Sorry for the week late prompt but I've been ill lol and had trouble thinking up a good prompt. Fake Title: Terraforming the Red Planet Post Garden!Shikako & (Mei, Tenzo, Gara, OR dealer's choice) pulling off Anti-Danzo Team Red-style miracles.

Hi damnsmartblueboxes! Hope you're feeling better, and no worries about being a week late, lol. I just appreciate the prompts :D

When you say post Garden… do you mean a post Split!Gardens’verse in which Shikako has landed in her new “forever home” and must make the most of it? Or a post Garden in that this is a Shikako who has made her way back to her original universe somehow?

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Terraforming the Red Planet

“I have an idea,” says Shikako. Tenzo, perhaps understandably traumatized by those words, whips his head around to look at her, baring the whites of his eyes in alarm.

Honestly, Mei thinks he’s overreacting. Then again, she’s only been a part of this expat coalition for a few days so perhaps she hasn’t been as exposed to Shikako’s worst. After all, the idea that led Shikako to Kiri prevented Mei from being publicly executed for treason and also unearthed a missing Seven Swordsman and a previously thought extinct bloodline.

So far this is working out great for Mei. And, despite the heavy scowl on his face, also for Zabuza: he’s been practically glowing since Shikako chucked those Sand kids at him, the three of them plus Haku circling him like sharks scenting chum. Or, worse, a pod of bored orca spotting an unsuspecting seal.

Suffice to say, Tenzo is probably desperate for conversation with a sane adult.

Tentatively, as if braced for impact, Tenzo asks, “It doesn’t involve kidnapping another Kage’s children does it?”

Before Shikako can respond, the littlest Sand kid—the one with bright red hair that Mei had only ever seen before when she was a child, an envoy from Uzushio—abandons Zabuza to defend her.

“She didn’t kidnap us!” The sand swirling around his ankles in agitated waves would be a little more intimidating if it weren’t for his cherubic face, soft voice, and the teddy bear clutched in his arms.

“That’s still up for debate,” his older sister says, one hand on her hip. The other hand she leaves free, not quite hovering over her war fan, but close enough to draw it quickly if she needs to. Not because she’s threatened, but merely as a trained habit. Mei would be impressed if it weren’t for the fact that she was preparing to kill her own classmates at that age.

“Eh,” shrugs their brother. “She technically didn’t kidnap us,” he says, emphasizing that last word. “We tracked Gaara out to the Dead Wastes. Well, the no-longer-dead not-wastes.”

Zabuza, no doubt feeling abandoned, puts a hand on Haku’s shoulder. Haku pats his hand twice, comfortingly, but his attention is focused on the drama.

“I was listening to the stars,” Gaara says, “and Moth—um, Shukaku—told me where to go. And he’s not mad all the time.”

“Yeah, Temari,” his brother says with a shit-eating grin, “if anything, that means Gaara kidnapped himself. And we followed. So we also maybe kidnapped ourselves.”

“Shut up, Kankuro,” Temari retorts, but without further argument. Kankuro looks smug until she digs an elbow into his side.

Matter settled without any input on her part, Shikako finally responds to Tenzo’s earlier question. “No kidnapping of any Kage’s children will be necessary.”

For a moment, Tenzo looks relieved, but Mei has her eyes on Shikako and knows its too early to celebrate. Mei sees the way Shikako pauses, considering, and the minute wince that gets quickly smoothed over into a bland and unconvincing expression of innocence.

“We might have to kidnap an entire clan—”

“We?!” Tenzo protests.

“—although would it still be considered kidnapping at that point? It's more like an encouraged migration, maybe. But first we need to clear out some black marketeers. Or at least set up some kind of contract with them.” Shikako continues, unimpeded, listing on her fingers. “And I’ll need to get some soil samples from Sora-ku before we do any major changes. And also brush up on skyscraper architecture.” She turns to the rest of their ragtag team. “None of you are allergic to cats, right?” she asks, as if that were the only reasonable objection to her increasingly alarming plan.

The children shake their heads, absolutely fascinated. Zabuza tries to make eye contact with Tenzo—as if to commiserate or, perhaps, get confirmation that their leader is being serious—but the Leaf nin has pressed his face into his hands out of sheer, psychic agony.

“You’re just like this all the time, aren’t you?” Mei smiles: her post attempted coup life is going to be fun.

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A/N: It’s pretty short and also more about Shikako accidentally collecting badasses of various ages than terraforming, but the implication is there. Basically, Shikako is going to extract the entire Uchiha clan from Konoha to prevent them from being hostages/collateral damage/used against her and she’s going to fix up Sora-ku so that they have a place to live. And I think Sora-ku is their territory anyway?

Hope you enjoyed!

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[imnotgreen-art]

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hello !

I'm greenie (he/him) and I'm an artist :) I draw super inconsistently but love to draw fanart, and ocs from my many aus / worlds

I'm from Scotland!! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

fandoms

- warrior cats

- avatar (2009)

- atla

- the warm hands of ghosts 🎻 !!!

- httyd

I'm having to bite my fingers as not to draw things from warm hands at all times

reblog / spam account is @imnotgreen-either :]

also a shout out to my best friends:

@blaithnne who is an insanely talented artist and the undisputed ruler of the hilda + yuri ducktales fandoms

and @todaysrat who writes fantastic fanfics and draws like a god

☆

Commissions - CLOSED (ill)

Requests - OPEN

Art Trades - OPEN

Art Collabs - OPEN

rules for the blog :

- DNI if you're bigoted, homophobic, a proshipper, etc, not having any of that here ty

- please don't nick any of my work :') please I've suffered enough with it in the past

- feel free to enquire about art trades / send requests into my asks or dms, I'll get to those when I'm not too busy (fingers crossed) :)

- you are more than welcome to draw my ocs if you feel so inclined

- and finally like. have a good day alright. am I clear

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ABOUT ME

Hi! My name’s Rain, and I’m a chronically ill, queer, and nonbinary author, poet, and artist. I mainly post about supernatural (subsection: destiel) and disability content! I also post my art and writing sometimes! My pronouns are they/them, but they/he is also okay! I hope you’ll stick around a while, and feel free to talk to me!! :D

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(I am not at all consistent, I am so sorry)

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PUBLICATIONS

Studying Sonder: A collection of short stories

This book contains several fictional short stories that cover queer themes, found family, mental health issues, and healing.

Out Pour The Violets

This poetry book includes poems from over the span of six years which cover my trajectory through depression, a messy breakup, healing, and eventually opening back up to love. Each poem has a corresponding illustration, drawn by me as well.

KNOW ME!!

This poetry book is filled with poetry that encapsulates my experiences with chronic pain, chronic fatigue, and POTS; my deteriorating relationship with my parents due to their homophobia and bigotry; and my journey to find love (and finally getting that!!). Throughout it all are themes of a deep desire to be known completely and chosen, not despite, but because of everything that I am. 

it was may when the sun burned out

This chapbook covers the course of a month following a devastating breakup with my girlfriend of almost a year. The poems in this book cover a range of emotions from that time, from numbness, to anger, to anguish and beyond.

Something Lost, Something Found

Nathan Grey has just lost his grandfather, the only family he has left, and subsequently, his will to live. A desperate attempt at suicide leaves Nathan in even deeper trouble: a stay in a psychiatric ward. Once there, Nathan faces not only a homophobic patient and a reckoning with his past, but something even scarier—coming to terms with his sexuality and gender identity. With the help of friends old and new, Nathan starts a journey of self-discovery, and gains just enough hope to begin healing at last.

Dear Daniela,

This book is a nuanced journey through sapphic love and loss. It contains every poem I have written to and about my ex-girlfriend, Dany. These poems span from the very start of our relationship to well past the end, each line radiating with raw honesty—a trademark of my writing. This book shows the reality of being in a long-distance relationship; finding and losing a true love; and all the emotions that come along with thinking you know someone deeply, only to discover you didn’t at all.

MY PATREON

I currently have 4 tiers on my Patreon, ranging from $3-$33! Each tier gets unique perks!

Daisy $3 tier:

access to exclusive WIP's of art 

early access to sketchbook content

Daffodil $6 tier:

ability to vote on new art content

downloadable coloring pages

all content from previous levels

Baby’s breath $15 tier:

1 personalized digital sketch of your choice per month!

all content from previous levels

Hyacinth $33 tier:

every month I will mail patrons at this level a 4x6 photo print of my art!

all content from previous levels

ESSAY EDITING

SERVICES PROVIDED

I am an essay writing tutor, and work with all grade levels to build writing and communication skills.

I will make in-line edits for grammar, and write detailed comments about any changes you need to make to structure or content. I am able to work with essays on any subject, as well as creative writing, resumes, cover letters, and poetry.

 If you need help with something not listed here, I am willing to edit almost anything—just email me!

NOTE: I will not partake in plagiarism, i.e. rewriting things for you. My goal is to help you improve your writing and gain skills that you will be able to use in the future.

PRICES

ESSAYS & CREATIVE WRITING

(12 pt Times New Roman Font, double spaced)

1-3 pages: $30

4-6 pages: $40

7-9 pages: $55

10+ pages: +$5/each added page

RESUMES & COVER LETTERS

$25 flat fee

POETRY

First 300 words: $20

Every additional 200 words: +$10

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I take payment through Venmo (preferred) and Kofi.

For any questions please contact me at: willowrainfae@gmail.com

COMMISSION INFO (prices in USD)

DIGITAL COMMISSIONS

Sketch–$10

Tattoo design– $50-$100 (price will vary depending on amount of detail, etc)

Portrait (limit to one character/drawing)– $30

Full body drawing– $40 +$20/extra character

Cartoon style– $30 + $20/extra character

Painting style (bust)– $50 base + $20/extra character

Painting style (full body)– $80 base + $20/extra character

WHAT YOU GET

A png file of the finished commission that you can then print but PLEASE DO NOT RESELL

If you post anywhere, please give credit

ACRYLIC PAINTING COMMISSIONS

pet portrait– $80+ +$40/extra character

bust portrait– $150+ +$80/extra character

acrylic pour– $60+

abstract– $80+

**shipping not included in the prices listed above**

WHAT YOU GET

a physical acrylic painting on canvas mailed to you

PLEASE DO NOT RESELL

If you post anywhere, please give credit

WHAT I NEED FROM YOU

A detailed description of what you want from the commission

As many reference photos as you can find (the more photos, the better the commission will be)

Your choice of a simple background

For more info or to make a commission, DM me or email me at willowrainfae@gmail.com

Payment upfront through venmo (preferred), kofi, or paypal

*It can take up to two months to complete a digital commission, & up to 4 months for an acrylic painting, but may be sooner*

[decadentrot]

OH HELLO IM BACK （＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ

uuugh sorry for 3 month hiatus lmao (enjoy this lil drawing i made :D)

Ok RL update time: was busy with figuring out my finaid situation for college, then getting scammed by a dude and having to create a whole new bank account :( which ultimately just sucked the money from my wallet the motivation to draw out of me and then when i was pulling myself together, i was suddenly busy celebrating my friends being back home from their college (wooo!) and then my roommates and i were apartment hunting for college. We managed to find a decently cheap apartment (well as cheap as it can be for a city on the outskirts of LA lmao) and we finally got approved and accepted and signed the lease! Most of my college stuff is getting figured out and ive been getting more motivated to art and now i luckily have more free time on my hands too!

Ive been having more personal time now, so hopefully i can draw more fandom fanart (lately ive mostly been doing OC stuff but honestly idk if i want to include my OCs here or just keep it fandom only) I do have some bad news, my Summertime Comic will continue to be put on hiatus just cause i need to do more research :') Looking over my outline, i was very ambitious with the story and topics i wanted to juggle. I do want to make it relatively accurate well as accurate as it can be for a made up town inspired by 1970s Germany can be So i dont want to continue the story right now with my half assed research and possibly offend/possibly hurt anyone with my ignorance on these sensitive/political topics and worldbuilding. That being said, I understand hiatuses kinda suck so i might just create an alternate ending that strays away from these deeper topics and try to keep the plot strictly "Forger family reconciliation" just for the sake of having closure to the story, and then when i have more time to do ample research, I'll draw out the "true ending" of what i wanted to happen. Or I might even just take parts and pieces of the original plot and simplify it to make it more easy for me to draw and so it'll have the remnants of my OG vision of the story. I'm still undecided but i really really do like the story and i dont want to entirely abandon it :)

I think mentioned it in my last comic post that i already had the draft done of the next part and that is true, so now that i have more time ill clean up the linework on that part and post it at some point (hopefully by this month) ((let me give you a lil sneak peak. also ik it looks angsty but i swear its a sweet wholesome part with family feels <3))

Anyways TDLR: im back and i got most of my rl stuff figured out and i want to use the rest of my summer break to draw fun comfort fanart things that ik i wont have as much time for when i attend college. So yea get ready for an influx of fandom brainrot ผ(•̀_•́ผ) Hope yall enjoy the art and have a wonderful rest of the day and remember to stay hydrated in these hot summer days!