#now I'll get back to sketching rare pair art

[ethanharli]

Requested; Yes or No.

Pairing(s); Yaguchi Yatora x Male Reader.

Warning(s); Fluff drabble, Cursing, Overworking, Mentions of throwing up (doesn't actually happen), sugar high, lectures.

DNI; if you use she/her pronouns.

A/n- I don't care if no one knows about him or the manga, I'm fucking writing for my baby.

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Walking into Yatora's room was hectic. Oil paints and paint brushes were thrown about the floor, along with many different canvases and any other tools he could use for painting. Previous things he's also drawn and painted are thrown about as well, and you can't help but wonder how they're still in good condition. His mother had called you to come knock some sense into her son, telling you how he's been up for hours every night working on new projects. She figured that since you're his, oh so loving boyfriend that you'd be able to convince him to get a good night's rest.

Little did she know that hearing your boyfriend was overworking himself again, put you in a more of a lecturing mood. Considering the fact that you've both had this conversation at least a million times due to him over studying. So when you saw him sitting on the floor, a pencil in hand with an sketch book laying on his lap, you couldn't help but sigh, even if a small smile found its way onto your lips. He didn't even acknowledge you as you entered the room, his mind to focused on the new project he was starting.

It was when he picked up the fresh cup of coffee that you made your presence known, "Yatora." Poor boy nearly dropped his mug when you said his name, it was rare, something you only did when you were about to give him an earful. "Oh, hey [Y/n]-" He chuckled nervously as you looked down at him, "Your mother ratted you out, and I'll be taking this." Before he could even protest you took the coffee from his hands, and luckily it looked as if it was just made. "You know damn well you'll be puking this shit up in the next hour or two, and I get you do it for the sugar high, but you need rest."

He knew you were right, but he really didn't want to stop working on this new project, "Let me finish this first, please?" You wanted to tell him no, but he looked so happy when doing it, and those damn puppy eyes always made you weak. So with a reluctant sigh you lightly kicked his thigh, "Make some room" Yatora smiled brightly at that, moving forward so you could sit behind him and hug his waist as you usually did. It was then that he realized you two haven't had much, if any time together. His schedule before already made it a bit difficult to spend time together, but now that art is added to the mix, your time together seemed nonexistent.

So without thinking, he leaned back against your chest, letting your comforting warmth engulf him. The built up stress that he didn't even realize was there, slowly faded away, letting out a quiet hum when you pressed a gentle kiss beneath his ear. He nearly forgot how nice it felt to be in your embrace, wanting nothing more than this moment to last. Though, you couldn't help but notice how his eye lids slowly began to droop shut. His head now laying back against your shoulder as he turned his face towards you, and you couldn't help but smile as you both leaned in for a quick, but soft kiss that left him with a somewhat dopy smile.

"I love you" Was the last thing he said before dozing off, the pencil in his hand softly falling to the floor as you kissed his head. Carefully moving the sketch book to the floor you lifted him up and put him in bed, taking off your coat before laying next to him and gently holding his waist as he cuddled into your side.

"G'night handsome, I love you too."

[keiscait]

Mornings with Shin - Kita Shinsuke x gn!reader

genre: comfort (isn't it always??) // wc: 681 warnings: none, just the reader overworking themselves a/n: I swear I'll try to come up with a piece in a different genre soon SDKJHDSLG but for now I'll try to catch up on reposting my previous drabbles that were paired with matchups, which are pretty much all comfort. Also I really like writing about mundane things, so 🥺

You were sat in your worktable, sketching away the morning. A deadline was fast approaching, so you could hardly allow yourself to rest - so the first thing you did today, as with most days, was work.

The art block hit a few days back. Your nights have recently been filled with drooping eyes and a throbbing headache, and now, they were slowly eating up your mornings, too. You massaged your neck, sore from hunching over your desk so much - all you could at the moment was stare at the newly blank sheet in front of you. You weren’t satisfied with any of the pieces you made, so you always ended up scrapping whatever it is that you were doing.

You were snapped out of your daze at the sound of the cuckoo clock. You noticed that you were gripping the pen a little too hard, causing some redness on your fingertips. A frustrated groan escaped you as your hands rubbed circles into your temples. The morning felt so dull.

The time read 7AM. Two hours on the desk and not a single thing, you thought to yourself. Like clockwork, you heard the door open and close as Kita came back from field work. He stopped in his tracks upon seeing you.

“You’re awake?” His tone was more concerned than surprised. He had witnessed your restlessness these past few days, doing whatever he can to ease your frustration a a little bit. This wasn’t anything new to him, seeing as you were both workaholics, but he couldn’t help worrying about how this deadline was treating you.

You managed a weak smile as you met his eyes. He looked so pretty in the morning light - sweat trickling down his neck, some of his hair clinging to his forehead, lips slightly parted to allow better breathing. It was rare for you to see him like this since he usually gets up and finishes work before you get up. The sight comforted you a bit, as if the bleakness dissipated for a little while.

He walked over to the coffee machine to run it. “Still no luck?”

“I’ve been at it since 5AM.” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I woke up when you went out to work. I couldn’t go back to sleep thinking about it.”

He hummed in acknowledgment. The two of you stayed quiet for a while, with only the sounds of the coffee machine and chirping birds in the background. The peacefulness started to sink in, but only until you were reminded of the stress looming over your head. You let out another sigh.

You were staring down the blank sheet again, sick of the emptiness it posed. With a pen in hand, you tried to mimic the motions of drawing strokes, hoping for a sudden burst of inspiration. Nothing.

Kita laid a cup of coffee next to you. “You barely slept, y/n. At least eat a bit.” That elicited no response from you - all you could do was lean back in your chair, feet put up onto the seat.

Your boyfriend placed his finger under your chin, making you look up at him standing next to you. “Y/n.”

He examined your expression - you were so tired; redness peaked from the corners of your eyes, and your lips were almost pale. “You need food in your system, y/n.”

“I don’t have time to eat, Shin, this is–”

“Food is what the brain runs on. Even a child knows that,” he retorted as he pulled you on your feet and led you to the kitchen table, “Eat.”

You had no choice but to oblige. You plucked a banana from its bunch, munching away while Shin scrambled some eggs. Before you knew it, a full breakfast was spread out in front of you - toast, eggs, fruit, and some vitamins laid beside your plate. Just like grandma would make, he always said. The brown-eyed boy pressed a kiss at the top of your head as you praised him. “I don’t deserve you,” you said with a smile.

“It’s just breakfast,” he chuckled, “and you do deserve me. You deserve the world.”

The world suddenly felt full of color again, and you were ready to face the dreary white that’s been mocking you the whole week.

[turnaboutimagines]

Hi, it's the Onion again! May I request Godot and Larry with 61. "Were you drawing me?", your writing is fantastic! I'll call you the Goddess of Literature from now on

Oh, hey again, Onion, pal!  Good to hear from you again.  And you sure may!  But thank you and please don’t, haha.  That title belongs to Jane Austen, Mary Shelley, and Charlotte Brontë split evenly between them purely bc I love them and am to them like Justine is to the Goddess of Justice, anYWAYS—Prompt is from this list!  Tried to go with a more gender neutral pet name for Godot.  Hattie stop making bad puns 2k20 challenge.

Godot.

It’s an unremarkable morning, but that’s just how Godot likes it.  Simple and classic is his poison of choice.  He’s enjoying some coffee as he skims over a case file, seated across from you at the dining room table as you eat breakfast.

It’s nice to just live normally alongside his precious third reason to continue on.

Well, you had been, but he hears the sound of a pencil intensely sketching against paper.  When he looks up, you set your pencil down looking awfully guilty.  He can’t help but grin from how terrible your acting is.  Just one of the many ingredients that he loves in the blend that is just distinctly you.

“…Were you drawing me, just now, sunshine?”

“N-Nooo…”

He may not be able to see the subtle blush across your face, but he knows it’s there—he can practically hear it in your voice.

“You know,” he says, setting down the file as he leans across the table toward you with his chin resting in his hand, “as bitter as the prospect of embarrassment may seem… it’s often worthwhile to take a sip, regardless.  You may find that it tastes sweeter than you expect.”

You mull over his platitude, considering its merit like how he considers the taste of coffee.

“…You just want me to show you my drawing, don’t you?”

His grin grows and you could swear that he winks at you from under his visor.  “Ha!  Guilty as charged.”

There’s no pressure to share it, but with a sigh you relent and slide the sketchbook across the table to him.  “It’s not finished yet, but…yeah.”

Godot picks it up and gives it a careful look over, grin softening into something sweet.  You study him, wondering just what the sketch looks like through his eyes, giving him time to analyze it as long as he needs to get a good look at it.

“You’re definitely being generous with this ugly mug of mine with this spectacular art of yours.  But I guess, as the saying goes, ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’.”

You gently swat him from across the table before snatching your sketch book back from him, he already knows full well how you feel about him making such quips about himself.  But you choose to pair it with humor this time, “Well I, for one, happen to love your self-proclaimed mugly look.  It compliments your coffee well.”

There’s a moment of silence as he processes your twist of a response and he rewards you with a rare, full laugh.

Larry Butz.

Dressed in one of his shirts, the two of you are just relaxing in the living room and enjoying a lazy morning in.  You’re enjoying a video game on your handheld while he sits.

It’s unusual, given how into cuddling he is, but you don’t think anything of it as you just focus on your game.  It isn’t until the sound of furious scribbling catches your attention that you actually look at where he’s sitting across the room.  His tongue’s sticking out as he stares determinedly down at the sketchbook in his lap.  What’s he drawing with such enthusiasm?

A few moments pass before he looks up again, looking as if he’d just been caught red-handed.

“Ah…were you drawing me?”

Larry begins to sweat bullets at the question, pupils constricting in fear.  He’s expecting you to be mad at him, clearly.  And you can’t help but wonder if.  Drawing someone without their permission was definitely a bit sketchy, but… you were dating.  And you knew he dabbled in art and was, really, quite good at it… in your opinion, at least.

“…”

Sensing his apprehension, you set down your game in favor of hopping up to pad over to him with a smile.  “You know I adore your work, Laurice.  So, I’d love to see it if you’d be comfortable sharing it with me.”

Seeing that you really are mad, his mood takes an abrupt shift as he turns around his sketchbook.  Swaying from side to side as he proudly presents his work to you, already drunk on one sip of appreciation.

“I tried my best to convey the sense of ‘domestic love’, but you’re so cute that it’s a real challenge!”

Sure enough, it’s you, just as you were before you’d gotten up—rendered with painstaking attention to detail, feeling simultaneously accurate yet flattering.  Warmth blooms across your cheeks, knowing full well that this is how he views you and touched by it.  He’s still in the middle of coloring it with the coloring pencils scattered on the end table beside his chair.

As he waits for your verdict, he seems to grow somewhat antsy, rubbing the back of his head with one hand.

“It’s fantastic, I think you did just fine capturing the mood.”  You lean down to punctuate your words with a chaste kiss to the forehead.  “…And I’m flattered that you think I look that good.”

“Aw, you’re the best, babe!  But of course I do, I’m not blind!  You’re absolutely perfect to me!” he says, face lit up with genuine passion… to the point where he looks almost as if he’s about to cry before a fire suddenly ignites within them.  “I’m gonna work extra hard to make this my masterpiece.  Just you wait!”

You let him get back to it after giving his hair a teasing ruffle.

[laketaj24]

Reprisal: Ship Request

Author’s Note: Hello! I have recieved another commissioned piece! This time it was a Ship!! So excited!! So my ships are not open unless they are commissioned! More info will be posted below! I will send it to the person’s inbox personally lol But the request info is below!! I hope you all enjoy! I like doing these!

Warnings: None

Info: 1) i play the cello, piano, and am trying to get a violin to learn that as well :D i love classical music 2) i like to draw and paint, although i rarely have the time to do so 3) cleaning. this isn't really a hobby, but it is something i enjoy, so i'll count it as one! i love organizing things (esp. my room), as well as cleaning my belongings (just cleaned my shoes today!) three things i love about myself: 1) i love my hair! i'm korean, and i have what a lot of people think of as 'east asian hair'--pin straight, black, and shiny. 2) i'm almost always there for my friends and family, and that's something i pride myself in :-) 3) i think i have a pretty good sense of humor--it's pretty quick and witty, but i make sure that my jokes never cross any lines or hurt any feelings ! if there's anything else you'd like to know / need, please let me know!

Pairings: Geralt x Reader

I ship you with Geralt

Reason:

Geralt is a witty guy himself and granted he doesn’t show it, I think Geralt enjoys the arts. His best friend is a master of them after all.

The Meet:

It was rare you were commissioned by a King, especially during a time of war, but there you were. You sketched the tiny prince and princess of Novigrad diligently. They were hard subjects, neither of the little nuggets wanted to stay still, and their mother didn’t really do her best in telling them to mind. “Could you please look to the window?” You asked, removing the long straight black hair from your face. You’d pinned it but rarely had it done any good, your heavy hair tended to have a mind of its own.

The doors opened, and boots thudded against the stone boots as the silver-haired man moved across the floor.  You knew of him; every person across the continent knew Geralt. He swung the burlap sack over his shoulder, dripping a black liquid behind him with every step.

“Could you make a bigger mess?” You said. The blood stopped in front of your canvas now, pooling next to his feet. You glanced up. “I guess you can.”

“Am I bothering you?” His voice was deep, so deep, you barely understood what he was saying.

“Care to not grumble under your breath and move it along?” The was a subtle amusement in your voice. Geralt rolled his eyes, but he returned a wry smile and rolled his eyes. “Go now.”

He scoffed and continued to walk, swinging the bag over his shoulder and spattering the blood across the canvas onto your work. “Apologies.”

“Oh, you owe me now.” You planted your hands firmly on your hips.

“It’s an honor to be in your debt.” Geralt called over his shoulder. “Perhaps I can pose for you as a reprisal.”

Your face tinged with heat. “That will be fine.”

“If you are finished flirting, the king will see you now.” The guard said.

The Ship:

Geralt made an effort to see you after he ruined your painting. First, he brought you fruit from the nearby market and kept you company while.

He entertained the two children and cut your paint time down by hours, and for that you were grateful

Geralt was captivated by you, and for him, that was a rare thing. He asked you to travel the continent with him, and to his surprise, you told him yes.

It’s funny you love cleaning because Geralt has a knack for being a tad bit messy. You clean things up, and he trudges in blood and guts from some recent kill, and you never get mad. His genuine happiness to see you each time he comes through the door trumps all of that

He loves your music, and he loves that you love music. He doesn’t tell it to you often but oftentimes you playing music is the only way he can sleep, he knows for sure that you are safe and sound.

His favorite thing about you is your dedication to your family, he likes how you have grown close to Ciri and even Jaskier, who plays music and writes songs with you every chance he gets.

The relationship with Geralt includes:

Hand holding while walking through obscure fields of flowers,

Sex under the stars because sometimes you are not going to have four walls,

Adventures and sporadic campfire ballads

A breeding kink - for sure, done deal

Fights about little things but him always cracking first

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[whiteclericmaris]

@quarkie Here is your request of blacksquaredshipping. Thank you for asking and I hope everything goes well at the con.