#this was a doodle request on instagram from a while back

[acekindaneat]

he thought he lost him this time

[chososdiscordkitten]

Obsessive!Choso♡

Obsessive!Choso who swore his obsession for you was just a small crush. Defending his actions to nobody but himself, assuring himself that his excessive staring was fine, it's not like it hurt you, right? Only ever watching you from a distance, at least 4 rows of students between you and the gaze that never left you. Doubting himself anytime he thought of complimenting you on his way out of class. Opening his mouth to speak as you walked passed by him, but no words leaving his lips. Wanting to ask you for your social media, even if he had already found them. Knowing that if he did, you'd at least have to acknowledge him. Even if you said no to him. 

Obsessive!Choso who watched the back of your head throughout the entire class, ignoring what the teacher projected onto the board. His eyes scan the side of your face when you'd turn it to look over at your friend. Smile creeping to his face when he sees your smile. Knowing that he'd have to retake this useless course again next semester. Secretly hoping that you'd have to retake it with him. Never spoke a word to you, but he knew that if you gave him the time of day, you'd see that he was the one for you. 

Obsessive!Choso who scrolls through your instagram nightly from a burner account. Watching your stories of you with your friends, seeing you post pictures of the food you ordered from a restaurant. Making a mental note that your plate had pieces of mushroom pushed to the side. Thinking how cute it was that you probably didn't like mushrooms. Smile on his lips whenever you post a screenshot of a song you'd be listening to, feeling his heart swell when he knew the song you were playing. And if he didn't recognize it, he'd listen to it. Studying the lyrics as though you had posted it just for him. 

Obsessive!Choso who purposefully asked for a different class midway through the semester, just to have a chance of having another class with you. Cursing the admins from the office when his request was denied. Feeling like he was too far away from you, sitting two rows closer. Choosing a seat that gave him a clear view of your papers, and your laptop while he watched. Seeing you doodle onto stray pieces of paper, small drawings that he wished you'd leave behind just for him. Being close enough for your friend to notice him staring, shoving their elbow into your arm and pointing their eyes to him. His heart dropped as you furrowed your eyebrows. Turning around to look at him. His lips parted when he felt your eyes on his face, seeing you give him a warm smile before turning around. Shoving your friend who was silently laughing, mumbling a quiet ‘shut up’ before looking back down at your paper.

Obsessive!Choso who knew he wasn't the kind of guy you typically go for, dark eyeshadow around his eyes. Heavy platform shoes that make him look taller and intimidating and heavily pierced ears. But seeing you smile at him anyway, before telling your friend to ‘shut up’ when they laughed at him. Made him think that maybe, just maybe he had a chance with you. 

Obsessive!Choso whose heart almost burst in anxiety when the TA announced that there'd be pairs for an upcoming project. Hearing that the pairings would be posted in the online classroom later tonight. Sitting in his bedroom, laptop on his thigh as he kept refreshing the page. Fingers crossed he'd finally have an excuse to speak to you. Mentally chanting ‘Please, please, please.’ as he refreshed once more, seeing the link to the list pop up. Scrolling down swiftly as his eyes skimmed the list. His heart practically broke when he read he was paired with someone else. His eyes almost tearing up when he saw that you were paired with the chick that was assigned to the seat next to him. Knowing that if the TA miss clicked by a few pixels, he'd be assigned to work with you. 

Obsessive!Choso who was over the moon when he received an email a week later that his assigned partner caught a vicious flu, and he had to be paired with someone else. Crossing his fingers when he heard that your assigned partner was out of town on a family emergency, hoping that the TA would tell him he was your new partner. Laying on his stomach as he refreshed the page, the new updated list almost made him kick his feet while trying not to giggle as he read his name next to yours. Knowing that the next time he'll see you, he would have to say something. 

Obsessive!Choso who got to class early and sat in his secluded seat, learning from his mistakes when he sat a little too closely to you. Earphone in his ear when he saw a shadow above his notebook. Looking up to see you, smiling at him before you introduced yourself. Your voice was full of confidence as he tried his hardest not to smile. “Could I sit?” you asked him, placing your hand onto the back of the rolling chair next to Choso. Seeing him let out a quiet 'mhm' before looking down to his shoes. Taking a seat and turning the chair to look at him, knowing there was a few more minutes before class, you asked him. “Are you busy later today?” he closed his eyes at hearing your sweet voice. He looked up to meet your eyes, before looking away again. “No, I'm not.” he croaked, you felt a chill run down your spine at how deep his voice was. “We could meet up at the library? We’re already so behind.” You laughed, seeing his eyes look anywhere but at you. Choso felt his heart skip a beat at hearing you refer to him and yourself as ‘we’. He murmured a low “Okay.” Before the doors to the classroom opened, the overworked TA walked in and set up at the front. “Kay, I'll see you around 5? Is that fine?” you asked, standing from the chair and looking down at him. Hearing a small ‘Mhm’ from him before you pushed the chair back to where it was. Walking down the steps of the classroom, down to your seat. Hearing your friend ask you what you were doing, “He's my new partner.” you whispered, sitting down as your friend made fun of you. Closing his eyes to restrain himself from cracking a smile. You defending him only fueled his delusions, making him think that you were taking a liking to him.

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pt 2 here

mmmmmm I wrote this rq, I couldn't get it out of my head. obsessive crush to stalker pipeline coming up:D anddd I am trying to make shorter posts, pump out more content so my head isnt full all the time. 1k words at most. wrote this while listening to 'Vampire Empire- Big Thief'

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Ghostface! Ellie Williams and Ghostface! Abby Anderson with a chubby fem s/o

+ featuring some slight yandere and explicit themes (these are dating headcanons to specify)

A/n: Hi again lovelies! I didn't expect the last one to blow up so quickly so I'm back to writing, honestly every note, like and reblog encourages me to do more and do better so thank you for that. I honestly didn't expect to write something a bit gory after writing mostly fluff so this'll be interesting. Reminder English is not my first language and I'm trying my best, I hope you enjoy:)

I'll possibly add more in the future if I have ideas :3

Meet my cousin y'all: @rabblebite

Disclaimers/Warnings: Slight yandere like behavior???, violence, gore, knife kink, gun kink, stalking, suggestive themes and language. Characters may be a bit OOC (but you already know this, it's ghostface)(the chubby part is just a little add on so there's actually not that many headcanons regarding that)

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Ellie Williams dating inspired playlist made by me

Ellie Williams

The first time you met Ellie was a bit of a blur. Let me elaborate...

You were new at the school, first day and all that cliche shit. Bell rings, you run to class. You found yourself in a seat next to a girl, auburn hair and freckles. A few times throughout the class you made eye contact and smiled a few times.

What you didn't know was that Ellie was already freaking out, can you really blame her? A pretty girl sits next to her and smiles at her, not only that but you even offered her a mechanical pencil because hers was flimsy and the led kept breaking on her. She thought you completely forgot about the pencil but did you really?

This was the start of her obsession over you.

After that day she stalked you non-stop, she knew everything. She even kept a small journal, writing down what you did and how she felt about it after.

Her sketchbooks were filled with you, aside from a few other things it was mostly you. There's at least 2-3 doodles on each page of either you or your name on her sketchbook.

May or may not have carved your initials on her guitar before you even started dating.

That mechanical pencil you gave her, she kept it, barely even used it after that so she can keep something of yours.

When she managed to get enough courage to talk to you again, she tried giving you the pencil back in guilt but you refused. You told her to keep it and did that woman worship that pencil.

You got invited to her friend group, which are Dina and Jesse and out of all of them, she hang out with you the most.

After a while, Ellie felt confident enough to ask you out and a sigh of relief for her when you said yes.

She has polaroid of you lying around everywhere in her room, you even stuck some on the edge of your mirror and locker so she'd see it.

Your pet names including: princess, bunny, sweet thing and pretty girl.

The night you found out Ellie was Ghostface was the time you were walking at the street just minding your business when you were pulled in an alleyway but some creepy 50 something year old hobo.

You kicked him off of you and tried to run and the man tried to chase after you. Only to have his mouth covered by a white cloth and stabbed in the back. Hastily running, you got pulled back by the black cloaked stranger and before you could scream, she took off her mask.

"Ellie?" You whisper in fear, you saw her drop her knife and hug you.

You were still in shock, after all you just found out your girlfriend killed someone, rather a lot of people.

"[Name]? Are you alright? He didn't touch you anywhere did he?" She asked, seemingly forgetting she was still wearing her ghostface get up. Lucky for you that you kicked him off before anything else happened.

You two talked it out and you understand her motive behind all of the killings however that doesn't take away from the fact that you're terrified of what consequences await her if she was ever to get caught.

Ellie is aware of what might happen when she gets caught so she does everything she can to make sure you are not in any way, shape or form involved if she was caught.

Even if it means for her to forever rot in prison, she'd rather keep you away than endanger you for being a witness or even a suspect.

She heard about you being flirted with and inappropriately touched by some Chad. After a few days he was spotted, gutted open at the school tree hanging by his clothes.

She'd definitely think it's adorable to see you with the ghostface get up, it's specifically tailored to her size so seeing it on you with the trim dragging on the ground makes her thing of like the ghost costumes with just a white blanket and she just thinks you're such an angel, too pure even.

I just can't stop imagining her with a knife kink, though she doesn't actually cut you with it. She loves the way you whimper and squirm when she presses the cold blade on your plush skin.

She gets off on blood, that being said once she's with you and you already know about the killings, she can't just let it slide.

Someone else's blood on your skin makes her feel all sorts of things. (You may or may have engaged in sexual things after her gutting people up)

Clean up after that is a bit of work so there's that.

Seeing you in lingerie and blood would make her lose all self control.

If you were to accidentally kill someone, she would not only help you clean up but she'll also take responsibility for the kill. She made it look like ghostface did it.

If you were to decide to join in the killings, she'd let you but with moderation.

For example she'll let you make the decision on who to kill or strategize the killings. Before you could even suggest someone who wronged you, they're already 6ft under believe me. Ellie easily picks up on how you feel about someone and it's not like you don't tell her.

She'd also let you watch the killings, either hidden or disguised but that's just how far she'll go. She doesn't want you to actually be the one to do the killing cause she's too paranoid you'll do something that'll cause you to get caught.

Abby Anderson

You met at the basketball court while you were sitting at the bleachers because let's be real here, Abby is a total jock and athlete, she seems like she'd be a gym rat too. (Without the red flags of one though)

You were sitting with your friends Dina and Jesse while you guys just catched up since the past week has been hectic, you even went so far as to gossip and think of conspiracies on who has been responsible for the reported killings by the killer they named ghostface. You looked at your phone, looking at the messages when you flinched, almost getting hit by a ball.

You open your eyes shortly to see Abby Anderson, the school's lesbian jock, who by the way is holding the ball that almost hit you. Anderson muttered an apology on behalf of her teammate who mistakenly threw the ball at your direction.

You told her it was fine and that it was and honest mistake when you know damn well you would've been far more upset if that ball actually hit you.

Abby just couldn't stop staring at you, I mean could you blame her? She felt like a knight and shinning armour when she just saved a pretty girl from a potential head injury.

She snapped back to reality when she heard her teammate say "Hey Anderson! Stop flirting with pretty girls and pass that ball back will you" Abby was a bit flustered by that comment because all and all she agreed to it.

On Abby's desk is carved your name and initials, she has gotten detention over it though I don't think the school is aware of how many desks have your name carved on them.

It took a while but Abby finally did ask you out, she approached you while you were taking a few things out of your locker. "So uhh, do you want to go out with me? On a date I mean..." She asked with her hand rubbing her neck, Abby was bracing herself for rejection.

You had to do a bit of a double take because the Abby Anderson is asking you out? You said yes obviously.

May or may not have stalked you before asking you out to find out everything you like to set up the perfect date.

Abby definitely has a polaroid of you both is her locker and gym locker. (There's one in her wallet too 🥺)

Your nicknames are: my cheerleader (because she knows damn well you've been to all her games and was there to cheer her on), baby, babe and pretty girl

You only found out that she's ghostface because she couldn't take it anymore and told you after seeing that you're scared of ghostface potentially threatening your life.

Poor baby was so worried you'd think insane if her after, let's just say she ended up loving you more for accepting the fact and understanding the reason behind the killings. (let's be real here any normal person would but not you)

When you first asked to play a part in the killings, Abby disagreed, no way in hell was she letting her girl be in danger both of the police and whatever else is out there.

She hates the idea of you going to jail more than she hates the idea of getting caught and facing the consequences.

But if you really want to then like Ellie she'd let you but with limitations. You're only ever allowed to watch when you are disguised and she'll let you stab a few every now and then.

Abby with a gun kink, Abby with a gun kink, Abby with a gun kink. Watch her get turn on when you flinch from the clicks whenever she pulls the trigger.

Despite Abby hating horror movies, she sure made a hell of a good killer.

[enchantedwolfoon]

SCP-999 & SCP-173 (doodles)

Instagram requests from a while back, thought I’d post these two here aswell.

Stylised 173 by itchy.tendons on IG

[astarsol]

chapter 1 - crying, meeting, throwing up

    you prop a nearby window open, the early monday afternoon air helping cool down the tour office. no one had requested a tour all day, leaving you to doodle on a small pad of paper, ignoring the company's logo on the top. a small frown rests on your face, your manager having left the room not too long ago. 

  tsukishima is once again late, his lengthy figure no longer lurking near the welcome desk. the manager expects you to watch over him, become his mentor of sorts. however, you negate to text him, leaving him to his own devices for once. 

  instead, you pull out your phone, scrolling through instagram as you wait for someone to grace your presence. seconds pass when someone knocks on the tour room's wall, alerting you to their location. you look up, setting your phone down quickly, "how may i assist you today?"

  "do you do tours? a friend of ours, tsukishima, works here and he's working right now, so he recommended we come get a tour," one of the individuals in a group of four inquires, his yellowish blonde hair swooped to one side. 

  you shrug, trying to joke with the group, hoping that they were in a joking mood, "that depends, did he give you the secret password? because only people with secret passwords can go on a tour..."

  "secret password? well, how about, i can bribe you, considering one free tour is awarded with each ticket to the planetarium bought," the blondie holds out ¥1,500, a smug smile plastered on his face. 

  once again, your eyes narrow as you stare him down, shaking your head, "i apologize but i can't take bribes, totally against my morals. but i will give you that free tour now, as i will get fired if i don't." you push his hand away from you, feeling his somewhat soft fingers  as you do so. 

  he thanks you, looking back at his friends while doing so, the rest of them smiling. the group in total looked rather friendly, the blonde's grey-headed twin looking a little more upset than anyone else. you grab your clipboard, looking down at the nearly perfectly memorized facts written down. 

  "well, now that that debacle is finished, my name is l/n y/n, but you can simply call me y/n, as everyone practically does now," you point to your rectangular name tag, the sunlight bouncing off of it, "so what brings you here? i assume your friend, but standard question."

  you start off towards the first exhibit, listening along as blondie's orange-haired friend interjects, "well, none of us have been to a planetarium, and since tsukishima works here, we figured it would be fun!" 

  "well it depends on what you consider fun, but this first section describes the famous astronomers of the past.. asada goryu, atsushi sugie, and western astronomers that are well known. aristotle, hipparchus, etcetera. these descriptions give better insight into their lives, but if there is anything else you'd like to know, i have some fun facts," you keep an upbeat persona, despite knowing that they're friends with your coworker. 

  the blonde's eyes widen at one of the names said, causing him to stick next to you as the others look at the biographies. he keeps his arms folded in front of him, his shirt sleeves slightly clinging to his upper arms. you awkwardly look over your clipboard and wait for him to move or join his friends. 

  "my name is actually very similar to one of the astronomers' names. it's miya atsumu, atsushi, atsumu, you can hear it," a smile stretches across his—atsumu's—face. 

  you give him a slight nod, "well that's a nice name atsumu, now how about we move on to the next exhibit." 

  the interaction is short, but your inability to know his name or know who he is intrigues him. nearly everyone in japan invested in any form of sports knows his name and who he is. however, you simply brush it off, continuing your tour so that you can reach your break.

masterlist / next

got the idea for fun facts from @idlerin ;

fun facts; - in this au, atsumu and the gang are all in college volleyball together at a university named shinrin-yoku. it’s prided for its sports - you go to an opposing university, kimyou, prided for its science department (including astronomy and the study of the universe, not to be confused with astrology) - you have met yamaguchi, but it was on accident at a grocery store - atsumu doesn’t like going to school, but is pursuing a degree in physical therapy as he plays volleyball - at first glance, atsumu thought you looked rather interesting, intelligent, and bored - it’s meant to say volleyball not football 😭

taglist; @alienvarmint

[piranhartist]

Any suggestions of what to do and/or what type of art you'd like the chance at getting if I diD do a giveaway thingy, let me know! Was personally thinking to offer some animated pixel art since that's the most easily viable for me to work on energy-wise, but could also see doing a 'draw this in your style' type event like I've seen folks do on instagram. :> Main stipulation for prob being eligible if I do do this would be to reblog the post & be an actual follower, but nothing excessive beyond that tbh!

oOH I could also stream working on the potential winning piece, since I've been debating finally getting back to art streaming again on picarto like I did way back when~ Would be a really good simple excuse of a project to work on if I did that hahA Been wanting to do some lil freebie doodle things in general for a while of spontaneous sketch request stufffff. Life had been a hot mess up and down from last fall until now, but with things finally leveling out I'd love to interact with folk a little more again that've enjoyed my work over the years~ Edit: Realized I could offer doing an animated icon with all the fixings too, so could be a piece like either one of these if's involving animation work~

[quonit]

FAQ / Frequently Asked Questions

I'm @quonit I run a bunch of blogs (main ones you'll see in my pinned post) and sometimes enough people notice me to ask me things so I'm making an FAQ that I'll link from all my blogs instead of making individual ones for every blog.

Q: Can I request a drawing? A: As long as my askbox is open, yes. I'll only do it if it has to do with the blog's fandom and if I feel like it.

Q: Do you do commissions? A: I have a commission sheet wahoo

Q: In what ways can I support you? A: Commissions, Ko-fi, Patreon. I also like comments.

Q: Can I dub your comics? A: ABSOLUTELY! Credit me in the video and in the description (Either a link to my artblog @quonit or the sideblog the comic you're dubbing was originally posted to​) And I'd love to see it. DM me a link to wherever you dub it, and I’ll probably show people on my blog

Q: Can I translate your comics? A: Of course! Somebody translated quite a few of my comics to Chinese a while back. It's super cool to see! As with the others, a link to the original + credit is appreciated <3

Q: Can I repost your art? A: Yes. As long as my name stays on it, you can repost it. If you want to repost my doodles/comics and my name isn’t in the corner or something, I would request you add it before putting it somewhere else. You can also only post to places I’m not on. Don’t repost it to Tumblr or Deviantart, but you can repost it to anywhere else. If the website you are reposting to permits it, such as twitter, wattpad, or Instagram, you should also link me.

Note, I am the exception and only take this as permission to repost MY works, but not other artist’s.

Q: Can I use your art as my profile picture? A: The answer is the same as the answer to reposting. Yes, but give credit if you are able to.

Q: Do you roleplay? A: Only with specific people in my friend group. So, likely not people I don’t know on tumblr.

Q: Can I tag your posts as [X thing]? A: Yes! I even encourage you to! Even if my art was not drawn to be read as shippy, if you read it that way you can tag it however you want. I’m always curious to how people see my art. Obviously doesn’t just apply to shipping.

[happyhearttree]

Type: one-shot

Fic: Miya Osamu x Male!reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing, slight angst.

Note: requested by @awsatorii on instagram. I don't write male!readers often so it would be of really great help if y'all can share your experiences on how you realized you were gay/ attracted to the same sex. Otherwise, enjoy!

“Bro, we have another hour until class gets over!” Atsumu whined, “Why does the last day of uni have to be so fuckin’ boring…” He put his head down on his desk and groaned. “Maybe if you shut the fuck up the day would get over sooner…” Osamu said doodling little onigiris on a sticky note. “How about we all stop cussing at each other, yeah?” you mumbled even though you weren’t really part of the twins’ quarrel. “Here,” Osamu said placing the sticky note on your laptop, “Consider this my autograph. You can tell everyone how I drew that for you when I get famous.” Damn, that sentence had your heart racing. Osamu, the man you have feelings for just drew something for you?

You had come out as gay after you were done with the brutal years of high-school and you were really surprised at how well the twins took that news considering they were your childhood friends and a part of you was paranoid of the fact you’d lose them. Your gay awakening was Osamu. He was the first guy you were attracted to but a part of you felt that it was illegal so you stuck to ‘liking’ girls until it was evident that you had a thing only for the guys. Your friendship with Osamu didn’t make it any easier, you’d see him almost everyday and the crush that you once had blossomed into feelings. The one problem was… Does Osamu feel the same?

“Yer so dumb that your autographs are rice balls?” You were brought back to earth with his comment. The twins started fighting again while you were trying to get your heart rate back to its pace. You got up from your place and walked to the restroom to clear your mind that was thinking of nothing else but Osamu. Osamu noticed your place empty and got up “Yer finally admitting defeat?” Tsumu asked with a sly smile, “No, I’m going after Y/n because you’re getting on my nerves!” Osamu replied and walked out to see you coming out of the washroom.

“Why were you in there for so long?” Osamu raised one of his eyebrows “Uh… I-I just wanted to freshen up.” You said as you tried to control your heart that wouldn’t stop pounding. “Ohhhkaay…” Osamu said giving you a slight nod. “Everything okay with you? You always seem pretty restless around us. Is Tsumu giving you a hard time? Or is it m- ““No, it not you or Atsumu. I-I’m jus- “The bell rang and all the students rush out f the classroom, screaming in excitement that they were done with college. Osamu grabbed you by the hand a took you into one of the classrooms that were empty.

It was so quiet compared to the commotion outside, the only thing you could hear was your heart beat. “I know you don’t fancy crowds that’s why I brought you in here…” Osamu said looking at you. he immediately noticed your sweating. “Jeez, are you okay? Was that too much for you, Y/n?” Actually, the crowd wasn’t that bad. What made you a mess was Osamu being worried for you. “You were going to tell me something right?” Osamu said rubbing your back to calm you down. Oh right, if the crowd hadn’t spilled out you would’ve confessed to Osamu that you have feelings for him. You had been contemplating about it in the restroom and finally decided that you’d tell him the truth rather than letting it ruin you inside. But now that it was just you two inside, you were terrified of telling him. You didn’t have a bell to save you again.

“I- I want to take you out to dinner.” You said feeling a tight knot in your stomach. Osamu smiled and nodded “You worried me for a second there. Of course, we can go for dinner.” “F-For real?” You weren’t expecting for this to go so smoothly. “Yeah, why not? How does next week sound?” You immediately nodded and gave a small smile. “Come on then, I’ll drop you home.” Osamu said putting his arms around you neck and walking out with you.

The next week came quicker than you had expected. You had reserved a table for two a at one of the best restaurants in town. It was your first date with Osamu and you could hardly contain yourself. You walked out to see Osamu waiting outside. You got into the car and by the time you reached the restaurant; you were a mixture of calm and anxious. “Wow this place looks expensive.” Osamu said under his breath. You both went inside and the date was rather successful.

A month had passed by and you and Osamu would go out often. Just the two of y’all went to different restaurants, trying all types of cuisine. You and Osamu were currently eating gelato outside the park, looking at the sun set. “So, there’s a party at Sunas’ place and he had called us for a reunion of some sort. Do you want to come as my plus one since I don’t have a girlfriend? Plus, I’d rather take my best friend there rather than some chic.”  “Huh? What are we then?” You didn’t mean to say that out loud. Osamu looked at you confused and then it struck you it was nothing but normal dinners and gallivanting. You got up and stumbled, embarrassed at the huge blunder you’d made and ran back home not looking back.

Salty tears ran down your cheek and your heart felt heavy. All you could think of was getting into bed and curling up. Osamu didn’t follow you instead he went back home trying to figure out what he had done wrong. “You done with yer date so soon? That’s a first.” Tsumu said closing his Volleyball Magazine. “It was not a date.” “Yeah right! You going out to spend time alone with a chic is not dating. See, I get that in a few minutes younger than you but don’t hide things from me.” Tsumu was irritated at this point. “I’ve been going out with Y/n. He was takin me to different places to eat. Happy?!” Atsumu’s eyes widened “You’re dating Y/n?” “What? No!” Osamu said looking at him “What makes you think that?” “Well, it’s pretty evident that he has feelings for yer sorry ass. He gets all flustered when you do something small for him and he always puts you first and calls you the better twin.” Atsumu scoffs at the last point.

“I think I fucked up- “Osamu said staring at the floor. “When haven’t you? Btw you also never shut up about Y/n so it’s petty clear you felt for him too…” “You don’t have to state the obvious, Tsumu. Shut up!” Osamu said taking his phone and calling for your number that went straight to voicemail. “He’s not picking up.” He said looking at Tsumu “Well he should come to the party tomorrow. Get his attention then. “He was my plus one. He’s not going to come…” Tsumu got up and looked at him “You're trash!” Tsumu said before turning of the light and going to bed.

The next day, your doorbell rang. You got up from the bed and opened the door sleepily to see the blonde twin’s broad smile “I’m gonna cut right to the chase,” Atsumu said as he walked in and sat on the couch. “Be ready by 7 O’clock.” You looked at him weirdly, “If it’s for the party I’m not coming.” “Ah, Y/n please” Atsumu said “If you come with me ill give you 100 bucks for the damage control.” “Make it 250 and I’m in” You both shook hands and Atsumu left.

The party had started and Osamu was rather dull. His brother was late and the party felt off. He was also miserable for what happened yesterday so he started with a few shots enough to make him feel a little lighter. “Samu, are you drunk already?” Atsumu said tapping his shoulder, “You took your sweet time.” Osamu said downing another shot. “Obviously, I had to bring yer crush here.” Osamu starred at him ang got up. “Where is he?” Atsumu pointed to the balcony which was pretty much deserted. Osamu walked out and saw you looking at the view.

“Y/n,” You looked at him, your ears turned red as you looked at him wearing the shirt you gave him, hair messed up like he was constantly playing with it and his eyes looking at you with a  rather seductive look, “I think I’ll leave now- ," you said moving away from him. “No wait.” He grabbed you by your hand and pulled you facing your back against the railing and his hand holing the railing on either side to make sure you don’t move. “Wait for a minute.” You froze, already surprised at the fact he cornered you, kind of. “Take me out more, spend more time with me, no- be with me always. I want you there, I want you when I get my first job, my own restaurant. I want you to taste test the food I make, to serve you breakfast in bed. I want to kiss you.” “Wow, you’re worse than me when it comes to confessing but that was beautiful.” You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. You feel him hold your waist as he kisses back and pulls you in closer. “What I’m trying to say is: I love you, Y/n. Will you be my Boyfriend?” Osamu asks a he pulls away. “I love you too and Yes, I’ll be your boyfriend, if you promise to be mine.” Osamu nodded and kissed you again.

There’s nothing better than falling in love with the right person and Osamu couldn’t agree more. You were the best thing that happened in his life like how he was to you. In the end, it was just you and him together and that’s all that mattered.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Heyooo doodle dump time. Beyblade + Submas on the same page? More likely than you think - Featuring me not knowing how to draw the other eye, hands, sneasels or Smiles (sorry emm). Queueing this so I have no clue when it will be posted but I made it during my away weekend.

As you have probably noticed i have been captured back into pokemon thanks to legends and mainly I was thrown on the submas train. i love the twins pls just let me kiss both of them. Sneasel and weavile have alwasy been my fav pokemons. Giving them a new form just.. sneasler my beloved.

Weaviles also alwasy gave me Yuriy vibes so all started with some school doodling with a Trainer Yuriy with a weavile and it all went down from there.

Later in the night added Emmet and borya to fill the page and also add some more Feral™️ energy (as if yuriy isn't enough)

Close ups under the cut

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72 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

#4

So like, I was scrolling instagram reels and saw this one (hope it works)

In short: In japan there is a cat cafe, that rescues stray cats, and it's Train themed.

And I just couldn't not think about the twins. Train themed sneaslets/pokemon rescue cafe. Maybe they had the idea or helped in making it? funded it (like donated to a kickstarter or something when they saw the idea??) so like stray pokemon or pokemon that can't be cared for anymore don't end up in danger or abandoned, and instead get to have fun playing with trains and the lucky ones adopted by trainers or other people visiting. It's a cute idea right?

There is also a room for battles, of course, on emmet's request, both for challenges between customers and so that pokemon and their possible new human can try to battle together to see if they are a good fit for each other while having fun.

Occasionally you can find the subway masters chilling in there during breaks, it soon becomes their go-to-cafe, Elesa joins there and this just helps the pokemon to find good homes. They post on social medias the cutest photos when one of the pokemons is a new entry/ ready for adoption/just got adopted. The drinks and pastries are also verrry good, only helping in the popularity increase of the place.

91 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

#3

Hisuian Snow last episode spoilers:

I'm gonna do better screenshots later but just. Captain cyllene.

Just look at her damn. She clearly isn't captain yet which bring us to have to think how earlier this is to the legends arceus events.

There is also zisu. I'm. Speechless.

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97 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#2

I have no real question to ask but I’m giving you the chance to talk about Ingo and Melli! Maybe what about them you like?

It’s weird you know, like I don’t know, I am not sure, there is something about their dynamics that just hits all the right spots. I started shipping as a joke, mainly because of all those funny posts of melli treating him like an old man and him going “I am younger than you” (let’s not think now this is probably not the case anymore with the new informations), and the “ingo’s training in customer service is what makes him so good at dealing with melli” to the “melli is down bad for Ingo and tries to get his attention in the worst way possible (taking out the torches), Ingo is absolutely oblivious to it all”. I see all the hate towards Melli and all the love towards Ingo and be like wouldn’t it be funny if they kissed. I learned to love Melli. And I love him so much now. Then I actually started thinking of it seriously and to look better at their interaction in game, and think what they could be out of it, and and their dynamic. Just YES, OH I realized  IT COULD ACTUALLY WORK.

So for what I like, first is, the height difference, even if most of it is given by Ingo’s bad posture and slouching, when he straightens up the difference isn’t that much anymore, but still Melli would be taller I think, and I just want Ingo to have to look up to someone, which boasts up Melli’s ego. In the game Melli and Volo feel like the tallest characters and Volo is confirmed to be 190cm, I don’t think Melli is much shorter than him but I will need to check that. So yeah, the height difference first. Melli in exchange would boast up Ingo in every occasion he can. He doesn’t let people talk shit of him, or his being an outsider. Ingo is Ingo first, Pearl clan warden after, an outsider even more after. Melli will for once put his ego towards someone else, and not only himself.

Then I like the idea of  Melli being completely mesmerized by Ingo’s weird glowy eyes, like moonshine, and isn’t it fitting that Lord Electrode Arena is called Moonview arena and you find Cresselia in there, the Lunar pokemon. And doesn’t Lord Electrode (better say, hisuian electrodes in general) have a frown on his face? just like Ingo. And Melli deeply cares for his noble. Oh don’t get him started on that little smile the man does to, the slightly turn upwards of his lips, just like one of the baby sneasels. Am I projecting on Melli? Maybe a bit. Melli feels all of this warm and fuzziness and yet they try not to think about him, but OH Adaman had to hear a whole lot of “Ingo this, Ingo that”, Melli doesn’t realize that his rantings just clue Adaman on what is going on, even more when Melli does slip quite a few compliments towards the warden of Pearl Clan, while absolutely claiming that he “can’t stand him”.

I feel like there would be quite a lot of misunderstandings at the start? Melli giving many mixed signals but again Ingo is kinda oblivious to all of it, I mean he has bigger problems you know, amnesia and all, and if Melli just stopped for once to tinker with the torches.. maybe maybe they could have a conversation. They eventually talk that out, Melli being internally a whole mess the whole time keeping up that bratty, assholeish full of himself  facade. I just like melli being an absolute gay disaster sir.

Then is just that their characters kind of compliment each other. Ingo has patience,the patience to listen, and that is what Melli needs, someone that listens to him. In turn Melli listens to Ingo, even if he may not understand all he talks about. Spending time with each other while crossing paths in the highlands they see both the ugly and the good of each other, they learn about each other and to appreciate the other company, they may have had to help the other in different occasions, specifically thinking about all the times Ingo must have been accidentally poisoned specially at the start and Melli being the poison expert. In fact I am surprised by Melli being a “trainer” of all poison types taking care of an electric/grass, while he would have been The Guy for pokemon like h.sneasel and sneasler. At the same time Ingo has a lot of experience with electric pokemons, even if he doesn’t remember why (Emmet coff coff). It’s just natural for him and ends up spending a lot of time near Moonview arena.

And like at the end of it all, Melli's character is kind of just an act for himself and the others if you really look into it. It is all a mask, and Ingo is someone he can let that mask fall out, and being around Melli could actually help Ingo in some way with his memories, he can’t quite pinpoint it, but there is something familiar and he does quite like the pretty, and petty, Diamond clan warden despite it all.

Now as I said one of the things that drew me in the ship where the “Ingo is younger than melli” jokes, well it is clearly not true. But no problem, I will just be projecting more on Melli by giving him my same problem of liking older characters and everyone making fun of me for that. What throws my calculations off is the knowledge that supposedly Adaman is older than Melli, as the website and the concept arts say Melli looks at Adaman as an “older brother”. Now this being literal as in, older in age, or just because he took the older brother role we can’t really know. What we know is that Melli was a shy kid,(thus the now absolute insufferable facade) and Adaman was the one to protect him. I still like the Idea of Melli being actually older than Adaman, but given the circumstances and Adaman being now clan leader it just stuck with Melli to consider him the oldest. Like looking at them I just feel Melli is older but acts like a brat, he has more mature definitions compared to Adaman. Adaman has a pointy younger face, he is overall smaller except chest coff coff, Melli has a defined square jaw and it’s more evenly built up. He probably has the best legs in all of the game.

Still, the ship for me still stands for now. 

And it hurts, because it is a ship with inevitable heartbreak, one way or the other. A happy ending is still a bittersweet ending. Be it with Ingo going back to the future or him staying in the past, making him forever divided in half somehow. If he comes back to his time he would regain his brother, but lose the love of his life, the one meant for him, never to see him again, centuries back in the past of a different region. If he stays in the past he can be happy with Melli, but in the event of him regaining his memories he would realize, remember, of his twin brother. Well, This Man can never be happy it seems. The pokeGods really hate him.

Now In my Ideal situation Sometime Somehow Melli finds a way to future Unima, this is why there are no clear descendants of him, though one may point to a few characters that could be related (James and Harley even if anime only could be some, they have the same "gender what" vibe and james makes it funny with the whole subway team rocket incident in the anime, Lucian is probably one of the most probable descendatns out there as I have recently seen theorized around, but I subscribe to the all x color shade haired characters are related distantly to melli), this because after a while of Ingo going back, Melli did try other relationship but they just did not work as they felt too much as a distraction.

I have a whole thing concepted out for Melli in the future that only one person knows about and that I did not talk about as other people already made their Melli in Unova Aus, and mine is a mess in a mixture of languages as I was writing it and forgetting words in one while remembering in another. Plus it would be long and out of the ask. A few things are Melli and Emmet would be great friends, and Elesa would help Melli maybe in modeling, he has the looks for it. Or since we now know he is good at singing he could be a pop star/singer like I have seen someone else suggest (Emmet calling Piers so they can get him set up). But I think Melli would be ok with something more chill too. Skuntank is just happy for his human happiness and Ingo could not have desired anything better. He is Home, both in place and hearth.

127 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I'm having a blast watching pokemon scarlet and violet, the games are so bad, so many bugs and glitches, so many pokemon are ugly, so many DOG pokemon, too many dogs, the characters are giving me so many gay vibes, you can take selfies with your mons and character, you can actually real time play with your friends in your world. It is ACTUALLY open world.

Mixed feelings man mixed feelings.

167 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

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I don’t want you like a best friend - Andre Burakovsky

A/n: Sooo, I wrote this as some kind of gift to my best friend because she loves Andre and she was trying to get me on his train (I guess she did?). She’s always hitting me with “no but you should definitely write about Tito/Andre”. Here’s your piece @skarsgardswiftie​ I hope you like it! <3 I love you sm Also, a huge shout out to @sebs-aston​ for proofreading this with such an attentive eye! You’re amazing, liv! 

Requested: yes / no

Word count: 1.9k 

Warnings: brief mention of alcohol 

Summary: you’re friends with Andre, but things are about to change after you create a TikTok account and start doing challenges that may lead to news between you and your favorite hockey player.

When it comes to capturing a moment you’re usually the person your friends think about, not simply because you’re always carrying a camera -mainly because of it-, but because you’re great with what you do -either photos or videos-. That’s also why your Instagram profile has more followers than an ordinary girl would and it’s the only place people can find you -besides e-mail-. However, that changed when your best friend -Callie- convinced you to create a TikTok account. You, of course, hated it, but she had the perfect opportunity -you were a bit tipsy, all your friends around, sunny weekend and so it goes. 

“Mikko, do you think I’m pretty?” You direct the camera to his face while looking expectantly. 

Saturday evening rolled around, the hot weather forcing your friends either to the inside of the pool or under the sunshade and their hands busy with cold drinks. It was a happy day, everyone was around, and you were enjoying the vacation. You had met half of the Hockey team as soon as you moved to Colorado and Erik, your and your brother’s hometown best friend decided you needed to know his crew and the city around. Six months later and you knew pretty much everyone and everything.

“Of course I think you’re pretty” he gives you a confused look before you turn to Tyson giggling.

“Josty, do you think I’m pretty?” you ask and he looks straight at the camera “I would give you 5 out of 10 cause you’re bro.”

You laugh and turn to Andre this time.

“Andre, do you think I’m pretty?” 

He seems taken aback by the question and unlike Tyson, he stares at you. “Of course you’re pretty.”

You keep to your task and last but not least is Nathan, he’s sitting at a table while working on some drinks and you take him by surprise by jumping in front of him. “Mac, do you think I’m pretty?”

He rolls his eyes playfully and turns his attention to you for some seconds before looking at his drink again, “I would one hundred percent date you if you were not my sisters’ best friend” 

And then your time is over. 

“So you’re a tiktoker now?” Erik sits beside you and Nathan just as you uploaded the video. He raises his eyebrows and you roll your eyes lightly, “you know I hate TikTok, but it’s fun, so…”

“She’s gonna end up famous there too”, Andre announces leaning his body on the table and motioning for Nathan to refill his drink. Your eyes roam on his big hands grasping the red cup, his cheeks red from the sun, and the way you could see his dimples when he smiled at you, his hair messy in a cute way. 

“Why do you think that?” now he has three pairs of curious eyes staring at him.

You almost chuckled when his point finger scratched his chin. His skin glowing, “I mean, you’re funny and cute…cute girls get famous on TikTok” he reasoned. 

“Is this your best, Burki?” Erik asks and for the way his lips were tight against each other you knew he wanted to laugh.

“C’mon, let them be,” Nathan said after giving the blond American a new cup, and before you could ask what was the matter Callie was calling you at the door. 

Your best friend started a rant about how she was going to get Chinese take-out for dinner and when you told her she should get Thai too -because it was Andre’s favorite- she started another rant about how you should tell him you’re in love and how it was cute the way you two functioned but also annoying. All you could do was savor your drink and mentally play a Taylor Swift song while she went on, “I mean it, y/n! Just tell him already…”

“Have you seen Andre?!” you whisper-scream to her and Callie sights rolling her eyes, “what about him?” 

Swallowing the last sip of your drink you start to draw doodles on the glass with your fingers, “I’m just y/n, he’s Andre Burakovsky”. You usually were not insecure about your looks, but it was Andre, and the fact that he was a famous and good-looking hockey player made you question how in heavens he would like you back. Hell, you were not even sure how you two ended up in such a close friendship, he always being so affectionate and listening to everything you had to say. Your friendship seemed like the most you could take from the interaction. You knew he was ‘just Andre’ too when all your friends were gathered, but being ‘just Andre’ was as amazing as being Andre Burakovsky the hockey player. 

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met, y/n, and I don’t mean considering only your looks, but everything. You’re funny, smart, and always so attentive with everyone, you listen to everything and always have nice things to say, don’t you ever doubt your value, you hear me?” Callie’s words make you sit up straight in the stall and your eyes water. 

“In my defense, this is not me crying, this is tipsy me having an emotional moment”, you joke and it’s seconds before the two of you are laughing the way you used to during a John Mulaney show. 

…

It was night when you unlocked your phone only to find a bunch of notifications from TikTok, some of the comments from fans about how happy the boys seemed, but most were about the way Andre looked at you when you asked the question. According to the most liked comment “this is clearly a friends to lovers, mutual pining, unaware love and slow-burn situation” which made you giggle but also replay the video a dozen times trying to figure out if there was really something there and you were the unaware one. 

Needless to say, you weren’t able to reach a conclusion, but it felt different when you excused yourself to take a shower after spilling wine in your shirt and you felt Andre’s eyes on you all the way to the stairs. His hands on your shoulders felt heavier and the way he was attentive whenever you needed a refill or wanted a bite of food seemed more intimate and caring than ever.

Hitting the shuffle button, you chose your Taylor Swift playlist before entering the shower. The cold water cooled you off a bit, it was almost like washing out part of the alcohol in your system, but your tipsy mind kept finding evidence that Andre liked you back. 

You went through your clothes finding a floral summer dress and sipping on your wine while brushing your hair. Your body was still feeling hot and at this point, you didn’t know if it was from the sun on your face or the alcohol in your system, but when you heard the first notes of “Dress” playing you knew you were going to do something stupid, especially because your cell phone was one arm away. If someone asked you where the idea came from you wouldn’t know what to answer, and usually thinking about how you didn’t have an answer was enough to make you give up on some stupid ideas...not this one though. 

Reaching for your phone you unlocked it and walked to the body-length mirror in the room you were sharing with Callie. It took less than 2 minutes to snap a picture and send it to him and it took him less than 1 minute to answer it.

‘Woah’

‘You liked it?’ you sent back

‘Yeah, you’re looking good, cutie’ he answered just as fast, before sending a red heart emoji.

‘I don’t want you like a friend’

‘and I only bought this dress so you could take it off’

It was the exact line Taylor was singing when you reached the send button. You saw the dots appearing and disappearing and your body sobered up even more than before. 

“Fuck!” you almost voiced. How would he look at you after this? Could you pretend you confused him with someone else? Of course not, he was the only Andre you knew! And everyone knew better you were not the bold flirty type.

That was it, your secret was spilled just like your wine on your shirt earlier, but now you wouldn’t be able to clean off the stain. 

Would he believe it if you told him it was a prank to your new TikTok account?

You were lost in your thoughts before three knocks on your door startled you. And there he was when you pushed the door open. Standing with his hands inside his pockets and his hair still messy, he stared at you. It took maybe five minutes before he spoke, but it felt like an eternity considering his intense eyes studying you.

“You’re looking even better this close” for some reason his voice is low like he didn’t want anyone to hear and pop the bubble of the moment. 

You feel your body getting hotter, pretty sure your face is turning even redder, so you reach your hands to both of your cheeks. That gets a giggle out of Andre and you instantly move them to your back, your eyes now staring at his bare feet. 

All you wanted to do was bury yourself on a rabbit hole until Andre lost his memory, or you lost yours. You were thinking about the possibility of a secret society -Alice in Wonderland style- inside the rabbit hole that you could live in forever when Burki extended his hand, his palm facing you, silently asking you to put your hand in his. So you did. And it was only a blink of an eye before his body was closer, almost touching yours.

“You’re not that drunk, are you?” he questioned. 

You shook your head no and he moved his hand to your waist as a message that maybe -and only maybe- he wanted to be close too. So you moved your right one to his large shoulders. 

“I’m glad you’re not drunk…” 

“I’m just a bit hot and bothered” and dying out of shame! You screamed inside your head. 

“Oh sure you are”, he replied with a small smile playing at the corner of his pink lips. Your brows raised in confusion and before you could ask, he answered, “hot. You’re hot”.

“Does it mean you’re gonna take my dress off?” you have no idea when you got so bold, but Andre seemed amused with everything. 

“No, not tonight. You’re not drunk, but you’re a bit tipsy, I don’t want to start things like this” his fingers are in your cheekbone and you lean into him. “I’m gonna kiss you though, can I?” 

His lips, so different from his hands, were soft and hot. They found yours timidly, exploring the space while his body welcomed yours closer, he took his time before his fingers were in your hair and his tongue caught your lips. 

It felt good.

Like never before. 

For some seconds you wished to be able to capture the moment and save it forever. Repeat it in your head every day. 

Andre played with the strings of your dress, slipping it off your shoulders and you got into your tiptoes to peck his lips one last time. 

“So...I take you really liked the dress?” 

“I actually like you, the dress is a bonus” he shrugs and you giggle before finding yourself wrapped in another kiss. 

[snowcapmt]

HEY IM ON WORK BREAK FOR A WHILE

Commissions and lullaby for a hero have exhausted me from constant work, so I’m taking a little pause on them for a while. When I don’t draw for myself every so often I’ve found that it can be difficult to keep going rip. It’s not healthy to keep pushing myself on projects I don’t have motivation for at the moment, so I need to just relax for a week or so.

SO since I’ll be having spare time, I just wanna say that my requests are kiiiiinda open! It depends on if I have the motivation for it, not a garuntee since like I said I really wanna draw for myself rn :,)

Since in both Instagram and Tumblr I’ve had people message me saying that they like Fable x Legend but don’t really want to share their ideas out of fear of backlash. While I can say that first of all, you should feel able to do whatever you want and draw for yourself, if anyone STILL wants to hold back for whatever reason, you can send me an anonymous ask with the idea and I might bring it to life! That being said I really do encourage people to draw it if they really wanna. I didn’t realize how many artists in this fandom were holding back out of fear. I’ve been told that some people felt kinda starved of content too, so don’t be afraid! There are people out there who would support and be absolutely overjoyed. They’re just a really quiet chunk of the fandom :,)

(Credit to jojo for the doodle below. I also just wanna bring attention to this because it’s so cute <3 if you don’t know, this is depicting the scene at the end of Oracle where Fable pecks Legend on the cheek. It just makes my heart melt every time I see it and nobody talks about it, a a a. Also RIP the Maku tree lmao)

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

The Baby Project | Julie Molina

Requested: Yes/No

hold on wait because I’ve got something here— julie x fem reader— and like you know how school pairs you up with people for the whole ‘take care of a baby project’ or whatever it’s called— that with Julie molina and like she and reader develop feelings— oh yeah

A/N: This was kinda hard, not gonna lie! Thanks @calamitykaty​ for sharing your ‘experience’ with baby projects in high school lol. Love you! 

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Julie Molina

Song(s) used: Heaven cover by Boyce Avenue 

Warnings: Just a bunch of fluff! 

Words:  2,914

“Julie and y/n.” You perked up at the mention of your name, even more so at the mention of the name of your crush. 

Julie Molina. Los Feliz High’s rising star. She went from not singing a note for a year to opening for Panic! at the Disco at the Orpheum with her hologram band Julie and The Phantoms. You were aware of what she’d gone through with losing her mother and with it, her love for music. For years, you’ve admired her from afar, watching her blossom into this young rockstar that just belonged on the stage with those three cute boys by her side. You’d never even dared utter a word to her, even if your best friend, Amy told you to at least say hi. A star like Julie wouldn’t have the time to even talk to a ‘nobody’ like you, let alone go out on a date with one. 

So, when Mister Adams called out both your names for the baby project for your Child Development class, your insides heated up while your heart started beating faster. Especially when the Latina girl turned around to look at you and give you an acknowledging smile. The world seemed to stop all at once, and it made you wonder if you were even still alive at all. 

“You have the rest of the class to start getting to know your babies and partners and begin thinking of names together. You’re going to make a birth announcement for your child together and it will be the first assignment you’ll be graded on,” mister Adams’ voice droned on about the project, but your mind had already wandered back to Julie. 

She had her head propped up in her hand, her long, elegant fingers disappearing into the mop of curls that beautifully laid over her shoulders. You had always admired how healthy Julie’s locks looked. Her hair was so glossy and clearly taken care of. And her style. Her style was impeccable. Today, she was wearing your favorite outfit of hers. A baby blue, ditsy floral dress with a white T-shirt underneath it and a fuzzy bear coat thrown over it. Paired with her white doodled-on sneakers, it was the prettiest outfit you had ever seen. But your all-time-favorite thing of hers, looks-wise, was the little gap between her teeth. It made her look so innocent and perfectly imperfect. 

“Get to it!” mister Adams clapped his hands together, waking you up from your hazy daydream. Before you can properly register what’s happening, Julie had reached your desk already and taken a seat next to you with her gap-toothed smile plastered on her face. 

“Hi,” she greeted. 

Your hands started to shake as you stumbled over your next words, “Hey. I--I’m y/n.” 

A giggle erupts from Julie’s mouth as she placed her hand on top of yours. For a second, you swore you could feel a spark of electricity going from her hand to yours. Julie didn’t acknowledge it, so you must’ve imagined it, you thought. 

“I know,” she said as mister Adams came over and handed them their baby in the black carrier. “Thank you, mister A.” The forty-something man smiled down at the two of you before making his way to the next duo. 

Julie turned to you, “So, how shall we name this little rascal?” she asked. 

Her golden brown eyes bored into you, expectantly, awaiting a good answer from you. So, your brain slowly started to get into first gear, going back-and-forth on names you’ve always liked. 

Olivia, Clementine, Alexis, Charlie, Lara, Mason, Alex -- uhm… Olivia could be cute. Or Rose! No, not Rose, that’s Julie’s mom’s name. Uhm… 

Your eyes wandered from Julie’s face to her backpack she had put in front of her on the desk. The silver dahlia pin reflected in the artificial light of the classroom, shimmering and tugging at a thought in your brain. “Dahlia,” you blurted out, not even thinking about it twice. 

Julie’s eyes widened slightly before darting over to the little pin on her backpack. A small smile tugged at her lips as her index finger carefully caressed the metal. At first, you thought you’d said something wrong and had the urge to apologize profusely until she looked up and said, “I like that. Dahlias were my mom’s favorite flower.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat. You knew the flower had some sort of significance to Julie as  you saw pins on her jackets and backpacks all the time, and even noticed some in the background of her Instagram pictures. But you didn’t know the significance had something to do with her mother. 

“We don’t have to use it if you don’t want to. My eyes just fell on your backpack and--” Julie’s hand reached for yours again, shutting you up with the beautiful sound of her laugh. 

“Dahlia is perfect, y/n.” 

Chills ran down your spine at the tone of her words. So warm. So comforting. Like a fluffy blanket was being wrapped around you. It melted away any insecurity and nerves and any other scrutinizing thoughts of self-doubt. 

You tore your gaze away from Julie’s before you’d drown in them indefinitely and grabbed a piece of paper from your notebook and a pencil. “So, I was thinking to maybe have a little dahlia as a card for the announcement?” you suggested as your hand skidded across the paper, sketching the outlines of the flower. 

Julie’s eyes widened at how quickly you could put a nearly perfect flower onto a piece of paper. For a moment, she just let you sketch out your ideas, admiring the passion and determination behind your actions. 

“Something like this?” you slid the piece of paper in front of Julie, who picked it up to look at it up close. Her mouth dropped open as her eyes darted across, taking in every single detail you’d managed to get out in such a short amount of time. The decorative letters that spelled out the baby’s name and the details in the flower itself. 

“Y/N,” Julie breathed out, her eyes finally meeting  yours again. “This is gorgeous! You are insanely talented!” she placed the sketch back on the table in front of you. A blush crept to your cheeks as you stared at the grey lines on the white surface.

“I--it’s not perfect,” you shrugged, scratching at the wood of the pencil. “And I’m not half as talented as you are.” You mumbled the words in hopes she wouldn’t even hear them but she definitely did. Placing a hand on your shoulder, she opened her mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the bell ringing. 

“Come over to my place after school?” she suggested as she grabbed her backpack and the mechanic doll in the carrier. “We can brainstorm some more over the baby announcement and arrange a schedule for who’s gonna take her home when and stuff?” You slowly nodded your head, your brain still going over the words that came out of her mouth. 

Julie Molina wanted to see you after school. Julie Molina. You. After school. 

“Okay, cool. See you tonight then. I’ll take Dahlia with me for the day?” 

“Uhm, yeah, sure. See you tonight, Molina.” You didn’t mean for it to come out as flirtily as it did. But it seemed to have some sort of an effect on the Latina girl in front of you as her cheeks tinted a scarlet red. 

Julie had messaged you on Instagram with the address and her number, which you immediately saved to your phone before heading down to the homey two-story house a few blocks away from your own. 

I’m here

You texted her as you stood on the driveway, your bike on the kickstand next to you. The nerves were surging through you as you looked around. Green plants and trees surrounded you as did all the pretty yellow and pink flowers. One of which you recognized: Black Eyed Susan. According to your grandma, they symbolised encouragement and motivation. Which was something your family needed, and Julie’s too after the loss of her mother. 

“Hey, y/n,” Julie greeted as she exited her house through the front door, shutting it behind her, “We’re gonna go to my mom’s studio ‘cause I’ve got band practice after.” She hooked her arm with yours while the other carried the baby doll’s carrier. 

She retreated her arm from yours and used it to pull one of the white doors open, revealing a spacious area filled with instruments, couches and three boys you recognized as the rest of Julie’s band. All three of them looked up from their spots on the couch and armchair with either a pen in their hand and a notebook on their lap or an instrument -- or part of the instrument in the blonde’s case -- in their hands. All looking like deer caught in headlights. 

“Why’s your band here?” you asked, your eyes darting from the musicians to your project partner. Julie opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. “Wait, I heard rumors about them being ghosts, that’s not true is it?” 

A squeaky sound came from all four of them as they looked at each other for help on a good excuse until Julie placed Dahlia on the coffee table near the boys and turned to you, placing her hands on your shoulders. She said, “You have to promise not to tell anyone.” 

“I promise?” 

Julie sighed, dropping her hands from your shoulders and instead putting them into the pocket of her fuzzy coat. “Then yes, they are ghosts.” Your eyes scanned Julie’s face for any sign of a joke, but you couldn’t detect anything. 

“Weirdly not the strangest thing I have ever heard,” you shrugged as you placed your backpack on a chair near you and dug your notebook out of it. “I hashed out some details for our baby announcement during French class.” 

Confused, Julie glanced at the boys and back at the girl in front of her. “You’re not gonna run away and never come back?” she asked you, which made you stop in your tracks, your fingers between the pages of the book as you were trying to get it open. 

“My grandma is into very spiritual things. So ghost chats are quite familiar to me,” you explained and resumed your movements. 

The three boys got up from their spots, notebooks and instruments left on the cushions, and made their way towards you. 

“I’m Luke,” the brunette with the greenish hazel eyes introduced himself, smiling at you. 

Before you could chime in, the boy next to Luke piped up, raising his finger. “Reggie! Hi!” You couldn’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm before your eyes landed on the blondie last in line, assuming he’d introduce himself too. 

“Alex,” he said with an awkward giggle. 

“It’s nice to meet you guys. I’m y/n,” you said just as the robotic sound of a cry sounded through the room, indicating Dahlia needed something. “Excuse me.” You pushed past the boys, as they stepped aside so you didn’t have to go through them. 

“She’s my partner for this baby project thing,” Julie explained to the boys. They shot each other a helpless look, wondering if the others are as lost as themselves. “It’s where you have to take care of a mechanic baby doll for a week.” 

Julie walked over to you as you cradled the doll in your arms, trying to get it to stop crying, and the boys followed suit. They were intrigued by this whole baby project ordeal. 

“Have you fed her yet?” you asked Julie when the baby wouldn’t stop crying. 

“Yes, I did. The second I came home,” she replied as she softly tugged at the doll’s shirt she’d put on her. It was an orange long sleeved shirt with a big yellow smiley printed on it. You knew Julie had a sweater similar to this, which is why Julie had chosen to put this one on. 

“Diaper check?” 

“Was doing that when you arrived.” 

The boys watched this interaction like a tennis match, their heads bobbing back and forth. To Alex, it seemed surreal a teacher would put two girls together for a project like this. If this were a thing back in his high school days, he would’ve never been paired with another boy. 

“Why else do babies cry?” you asked whilst racking your brain on possible ideas to make her stop crying. 

Luke sprung into action then and grabbed his six string from the stand behind them, putting the strap around his shoulder. He strummed the instrument a couple of times into a beautiful, familiar melody. 

Julie seemed to recognize it too, because no sooner, her voice floated through the shed. 

“Oh thinkin' about all our younger years There was only you and me We were young and wild and free Now nothing can take you away from me We've been down that road before But that's over now You keep me comin' back for more”

Her eyes locked with yours as she sang, a soft smile plastered on her face while you stared back at her with an endeared expression resting on your features. You loved the sound of her voice and you loved the way it was able to calm you down in an instant. Which also seemed to be the case with the robotic baby in your arms whose cries had quieted down. 

Luke’s voice coming in didn’t stop Julie from looking at you either. 

“Baby you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart Isn't too hard to see We're in heaven”

The crying had now completely stopped. A quiet calm resting over the entire studio space as you and Julie kept looking at each other. Of course the boys noticed this and couldn’t withhold the smile finding its way to their lips. 

“Is it me or do they look like a cute family?” Reggie whispered to his best friends. 

He wasn’t wrong. Though neither you and Julie would ever admit it, there was a definite spark between you, and it only grew as the week went on. 

You took turns taking Dahlia home and spent lunches and every other hour possible together with the mechanic doll that had become the vessel for your expression of your love for each other. It became such a routine that by Friday, the two of you dreaded turning Dahlia in. Neither of you wanted it to end. Neither of you knew what was going to happen if you didn’t have Dahlia to take care of together. 

Were you just going to go back to how it was with you admiring Julie from afar and her completely ignoring your existence? Or were you going to stay friends? 

Neither of you knew even though both of you had the same questions. 

“Just ask her out on Friday when you’ve turned Dahlia in, y/n,” Amy said as you sat in French together and she had noticed your sighs of desperation. You looked at her as if she’d just said something really controversial. “Y/N, there's chemistry between the two of you! Have you seen the way she looks at you? That is not how ‘just a project partner’ should look at you!” 

You let Amy’s words sink in your brain as you went on with the rest of your day after French class until the moment of goodbye came around. 

You and Julie handed Dahlia back to mister Adams, along with your entire report you had worked on until two am last night in Julie’s garage, the boys all but helping you out. 

The weight on your shoulders should’ve been lifted now that you’d reached the deadline and could actually hand something in. But it weighed down even harder. Mostly because you were anxious it was going to be the end of you hanging out with Julie. It didn’t have to happen, but you were scared it might. 

Everything you want is on the other side of fear. 

The old saying your grandma always muttered to herself haunted around in your brain as you and Julie made your way towards your desk in the back of the class. Neither of you said anything for a while until you both turned to each other and opened your mouths. 

“I wanna ask you--” / “Can I ask you--”

Your words mingled and lingered in the air as you both giggled at the simultaneousness of your thoughts. 

“You go first,” you said, offering Julie the floor. You couldn’t help but feel anxious yet curious about what she was going to say. 

“Can I ask you if maybe we could like, I don’t know… Study together later tonight?” 

Your eyebrow raised in surprise as did the corners of your mouth while a bright pink flushed your cheeks. “I kinda wanted to ask the same thing,” you admitted, which made Julie light up entirely. “So, yes, definitely.” 

You had definitely found yourself on the other side of fear. On the contrary. You had found yourself on cloud nine with flutters in your stomach and clammy hands from the nerves as the date grew closer and closer. 

Crazy how a stupid mechanical doll can bring two unlikely people together.     

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[smiledog15578]

hey uh a while back you posted a drawing of c//llmec//rson with some other doodles that were like requests from insta and i just wanted to let u kno that hes a groomer if u didnt know already there's a bunch of twitter threads floating around here n there as well as the fact that he's serving time if u look him online some of the first photos are of his mugshot

i just wanted u to know that just in case u didnt know, hes just really not a good person

Oh I’ve known this already lol I’m not taking it down tho since I don’t want the other drawings to be deleted along with it so yee

Also him serving time is false cause not that long ago he had a video with him and his new cat on his Instagram story (found out through drama channels lol) so tbh I’m not too worried about him I don’t like him anymore so he’s escaped my mind

As long as I don’t draw him recently then I think whatever I drew in the past is irrelevant and old news since every idea that comes to my head is forgotten most of the time

But I’m letting you and everyone know this dude and all of his friends and the smp ppl I’m not into and just don’t like most of them so you ain’t gotta worry about it (but if you see me like smp art it’s cause there are some talented artists I’ll give them that)

[meruz]

Aforementioned long ask post please excuse me while i try to figure out tumblr's new text editor. I’ll get into the art meme questions first and then the rest at the end.

Ok first of all thank you all for sending in questions! Giving me an excuse to talk hehe. I’ll address these in number order. Here’s a link to the ask meme for reference but also I’ll restate the question for ease of reading.

1. When did you get into art?

Super cliche answer but I don’t remember a time where I WASN’T the weird art kid! I started keeping a dedicated sketchbook when I was about 12? But here’s a page from my kindergarten journal about what I want to be when I grow up.

2. What art-related sites have you ever signed up for? 

LOL this is a weird question. Not sure why so many people want to know. Anyways I definitely had a dA. more than one dA account. I used to browse oekakis when I was a kid but I think I was only signed up to some small ones that internet friends owned. What else...? Mangabullet,Tegakie, Paintberri, iscribble back when that was a thing, instagram if that COUNTs, I used to post art on livejournal and dreamwidth too. Patreon, I guess. Gumroad, inprnt, bigcartel, storenvy all for selling stuff.

In terms of resources.. I have a schoolism account that I’m sharing with friends. Used to take classes on coursera for free. I signed up to textures.com for work recently haha. I can’t remember if I ever had an account on posemaniacs. Did they have accounts...? I definitely used to visit all the time.

3. Show us your oldest piece of art you have on hand.

Alright here’s me actually logging into my old deviantart account. These are from September 2008 So I was 13 years old. I don’t have a deviantart account from before then because 13 was the required age for having an account and I didn’t want to lie about my age because I wanted people to be impressed by how young yet clearly incredible at art I was LOL.

4. What defines your artistic style?

You guys are probably more equipped to answer this than me but uh... I wanna say... Focus on colors. And... a slightly heavy hand? Like confident... not always well-considered mark making HAH...

Also I think I have a pretty healthy mix of american comics/manga influences. I feel like people who are into american comics always think my art is too manga and people who are into anime/manga always think my art is too american. And I’m taking that as a good sign.

5. Do you practice other styles/have you tried other styles in the past?

I like to think I switch it up a bunch! I mean, these are pretty different, right?

I think I’ve mentioned this before but one thing I really took away from art school is that, for an illustrator at least, art style shouldn’t be consistent. Your greatest weapon is changing the aspects of your style based on the task, the emotions and message you want to illustrate etc. So depending on the project I’m working on, the fandom I’m drawing for, whether I want something to be funny or serious or dramatic, I’ll change things about my style all the time.

One thing I don’t rly post on here is really tight polished work and that’s because I do that for my day job haha. If you’re not paying me... I’m probably not gonna color in the lines.

6. What levels of artistic education have you had?

I have a whole ass diploma LOL. Bachelor of Fine Arts in Illustration. from the Rhode Island School of Design. And I had a great college experience tbh. Besides the student loans. If any of you guys are thinking about art school feel free to e-mail or message me questions or concerns, I’ll be happy to help. Be as honest as I can be.

7. Show us at least one picture you drew or sketched recently that you did not put on a public site.

heres the wandavision kids. Uhh what else do I have...I feel like I’m rummaging for loose change here...

assorted valentines prep doodles

8. What is your favourite piece that you have done?

Well, obviously this is gonna change all the time and generally it’s gonna be my most recent piece LOL. So yeah, why the hell not. I’ll say it’s this one. I have a pretty short memory which I count as a blessing for an artist. I don’t dwell that long on older work and it keeps me moving forward.

10. What do you like most about your art?

I like that it’s something that only I would make! I had this thought fairly recently and I wrote it down in my sketchbook, it’s pretty cheesy and rambling but it felt revolutionary at the time:

So yeah. I like my art best when it’s the most me and for me. And I like it least when it feels like I’m just making something for social media or for other people’s expectations or whatever.

14. What do you like drawing the most?

Kids in baggy clothing are like my go-to LOL idk if that’s obvious. but also I like being challenged so lately I’ve really loved drawing multi-character compositions, environments, weird angles, etc.

oh i LOVE drawing the underside of shoes lol. And bandages. People that are kinda beat up.. I think it comes from getting a bunch of cuts all the time. I’m always patching myself up and I want to patch characters up too.

15. What do you like drawing the least?

mmm I try to find something to like in every drawing but lets see... I don’t like doing commissions of people’s dogs. Just because it’s normally like... a family friend and my mom volunteered me without my consent and I don’t even really know what they’re expecting me to draw and I don’t even get to meet the dog. Also I’m not that great at dog anatomy. Trying to learn though.

18. What is your purpose for drawing?

This could have a million answers! Uhhh to GIT GOOD??? But also to express myself... and also to make money... I mean it depends on what the drawing IS. I draw fanart mostly to connect to people in the fandom so if you ever see me drawing fanart please take it as like an open invitation to talk to me about the character haha. 

20. How would you rank your art? (poor, mediocre, good, etc.)

Good!!! I have a lot of self-confidence primarily born out of ignorance and a short attention span. If I don’t think too hard about how many other artists are mindblowingly unfathombly good... its easy to think I’m good too! LOL

In all seriousness though, I think the opinion a person has of their art is like a crazy balancing act, right? Like you have to think you suck enough to want to get better but also you have to think you’re good enough to not want to give up. I think we’re all walking that line, I know I am! But also I’m a glass half-full type of person so. Most of the time I feel good about it.

22. List at least one of your “artspirations.”

This is a good question because I’ve been trying and failing to put together one of those “influence map” memes for like a full month now. What’s giving me a hard time is I feel like none of these are actually really obvious “““influences”““ in my art? Like it’s hard to see a lot of them in the work I make...? But idk maybe you guys’ll see what I can’t.

And these are just a couple! God there’s so many more. I could talk about other artists for ages, from all different genres of art. Daumier, Rockwell like every illustrator out there, Dana Gibson, Alex Toth, Hiroshi Yoshida, a lot of the Brandywine School. Lots of current working artists too, Karl Kerschl, frikkin Masashi Kishimoto lol, Jake Wyatt, Richie Pope, Edouard Caplain, Matt Cook, Sachin Teng, - lots of big internet artists, Sophie Li, Freddy Carrasco, Milliofish, Angela Sung... like all my friends from art school too. I could just keep going but I’ll stop for now lol.

24. Do you have a shameful art past? (recolour sprite comics, tracing art, etc.)

I mean if that’s how we’re defining shameful?? sure LOL. It’s not sprite comics but I used to do pokemon sprite recolors all the time. And I used to trace manga panels and color them... Granted this was all when I was like under 12 yrs old so it’s not even embarrassing. Can you really call it shameful when a 7 year old wets the bed or whatever? Not really. In fact some of these are cool as fuck. Look

25. Draw a picture!

Man I’m so tired now but here.

I used to get a lot of compliments for drawing people smiling lol but I don’t think I’ve drawn a lot of smiling lately.. here’s proof I’ve still got it.

OK MEME DONE. onto the rest.

I read this ask first thing when i opened my computer in the morning and it made me really emotional.. I’m so glad my sketches could help you!!

I think a lot of artists on social media talk about the struggle of making art but imo not enough people talk about the joy! Like I know it’s corny but. I really meant what I said at the beginning of that sketchbook about re-contextualizing art around process and progress > product and perfection. I think its super important..! The strength of messy, unfinished, and energetic art! For the feeling of it, for the love it!

That's crazy!!! I hope you like 'em. The whole line of x-books is really good rn imo.

Hi! I totally have the answer for digital stuff on my faq lol. But in terms of drawing on paper.. it varies! I tend to use sketchbooking and any on-paper doodling I do as a way to loosen up/warm-up or experiment. But right now my go-to aresenal is:

from top > bottom

- kuretake no.55 doublesided brush pen

- tombow fudenosuke

- muji 0.38 ballpoint

- medium size poscas

- grey tombow double brush pens

- good ol bic mechanical pencil

not EXACTly sure which inking you referring to from my sketchbook but if I had to take a guess it'd probably be the kuretake no55. That's been my main inker, lately. Great for sketching with the thin end too.

You can print out and eat my art if you like. Just please don't mass produce or re-sell. <3

Thanks! I've come to accept that my art is always gonna be sort of gestural and painty naturally. It's getting it to tighten up enough to be legible that's hard lol...

uh yeah lol I agree actually. I think yolei is great.

I assume these asks are related? LOL

1) Yeah totally true. I love David.

2) I don’t take requests, sorry! But if you want to commission me to draw Legion i would be MORE than happy to. Just e-mail me at isellhotdogs@gmail.com.

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[morganmackerel]

Various oc shit-posts I made to make myself laugh specifically form short while back. Except the last one which was a request from Instagram. They wanted me to doodle and I quote: “Blank room soup but Lord Pelvis is the guy eating the soup.”  

God...

[the-panwitch]

Heylo! I saw that you were asking for requests, and I have one if you want to write it! What if the reader is always drawing on the boards after school, and students don’t know who does it, and one day Peter catches her drawing? Idk, I kinda liked the idea! I love your writing hun!!🥰💕❤️

Peter Parker and The Dry Erase Board Artist

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A/N: And here it is! Almost a whole month after I said I would have it done! I am so so so sorry for how long this took and also sorry for how shitty it also is. I hope you enjoy this trash fire that I just spent almost 4 hours on and finished at 1 am. Oh, I also made this gender neutral using they/them pronouns. 

Warnings: uh language, slight death threat?, stupid teachers, numbers, fluff ig, idrk 

Word Count: 2279

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: There’s a new mystery in Midtown, and it’s the creator of the dry erase board drawings. Peter is desperate to find out who it is even if it means losing sleep and missing assignments. What will it take to find out who this secret artist is?

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Peter knew all about mysteries. He used to stay up too late reading those mystery novels by flashlight when he should have been sleeping. He grew up loving them. The amount of times May would walk into the living room to see him once again binge watching Scooby Doo was uncountable. Even now, he prided himself on being one of the biggest mysteries in New York: Spider-Man. He had to hold back a grin whenever he heard people discuss who the masked hero could possibly be. The craziest one so far was that Spider-Man was actually an alien being used by the government. He wasn’t sure who came up with that one, but props to them for their creativity.

He just absolutely loved mysteries of all shapes and sizes, and now, he had a new one to solve: the drawings. He called it Operation Dry Erase Board, and yes, the name did need improvement. Both MJ and Ned made sure to tell him that every single time he brought it up. Ned had suggested The Search for the Hidden Artist, which MJ just said sounded even worse. 

It had started a couple weeks ago. He had walked into his first period calculus class to see everyone whispering and taking pictures of the board. His first reaction was panic － his teacher was prone to surprise pop quizzes － but it soon turned to awe as he stared at the array of color across the board. It was a beautifully detailed portrait of the sea. He gazed upon the scene of manta rays and fish and even the silhouette of a shark. There was coral and shells of every color, and the lines and swirls of blue captivated him.There was no signature. Nobody knew who had done it. 

At first, Peter just tried to brush it off. There was somebody in the school who was skilled with dry erase board markers and was very artistically gifted. Not the biggest deal, but good for them. It became a bigger deal when the next day a gorgeous rendition of Starry Night was covering the board of the biology classroom. Once again, no signature. That’s when Peter started to become invested. 

He questioned MJ first. She was one of the only artists he knew, but she just scoffed. “I’m good, but dry erase markers are shit for me to work with.” 

He started paying more attention in art class, looking for anyone with a similar style. Nothing. Everyone was your typical high school artist who was just there for the credits, meaning people like him. Don’t ask about how designing the first spidey suit went.

 The drawings just kept coming. He soon saw space, dinosaurs, a jungle, The Mona Lisa, even each of the Avengers all spread across the dry erase boards. Each one of these was so beautiful and so alluring that it made his eyes sting and shouts of protest to erupt from the students when the teachers had to erase them. Even if they didn’t erase them, they were gone the next day. Whether it was the Hidden Artist or the janitor, Peter didn’t know. It was just another part in the mystery.

A lot of the drawings weren’t done in any classrooms that Peter had, meaning he would have to take field trips during his lunch period to go and find them. Most of the time he already knew where he was going. There was now a whole Instagram page dedicated to the art. It was run by Daphne, who was in both Yearbook and the Art Club. He had asked her if it was her, but she had just giggled and said she was a fan. Honestly, Peter was too. 

He would stare at the art for as long as he could each time he saw it, and he stared at the pictures he took of them even longer. He was consumed by the art, by his love for it. He needed to find out who the artist was, but unfortunately for him it would have to wait. He was so preoccupied with being Spider-Man and now also being a shitty detective that he was falling behind on both his work and his sleep. He had now fallen asleep a total of five times over the course of a week and a half, and he was close to failing both AP Government and Spanish, simply because he wasn’t catching up on his workload. 

Now, he was passed out in AP Lang, the one class that everyone knew not to fall asleep in. He couldn’t help it. He was running on a total of 4 hours for the week, and it was a Thursday. Not even his spidey sense could have prepared him for the crash of a ruler against a metal trash can right next to his ear. After nearly falling out of his chair and almost decking his teacher, Peter was given two weeks’ worth of detentions. 

“Hopefully that’ll teach young Mr. Parker here to pay attention instead of dozing off in the middle of class. Maybe he’ll catch up on his missing assignments, too. Speaking of, would you like to tell the class which rhetorical devices you’ll be utilizing in your essay, Mr. Parker?” All Peter could do is stare back at his teacher, horror written over his face. 

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It was 3:30 on a Wednesday, and Peter was losing his mind. Each of his detentions were an hour and a half long, lasting from 3:15 to 4:45. He had managed to catch himself up on his work and raise his grades a bit, but that didn’t change his predicament. He couldn’t go home or skip detention, meaning he was stuck at school for another hour and fifteen minutes. When he asked if he could do something, he was told he could go help the janitor. With a sigh, he got up and went in search of the janitor’s closet. 

During the time spanning over his punishment, he had nearly forgotten about his obsession with the Hidden Artist. Of course he still saw and heard about the drawings and he would still stare when he saw them, but now with the need to focus on his assignments being drilled into his brain every day on top of trying to stop bad guys each night, he was forced to move on. He didn’t want to. God, if he had the chance he’d stare at those drawings for hours on end, but he didn’t have that chance. It fucking sucked. 

After a couple minutes of searching, he finally found the closet. He grabbed a broom and looked around, and to his left, there was a classroom with the door slightly open. With a heavy sigh, he walked towards the room and pushed the door open, only to stop dead. There, across the room, was a brand new drawing, and it was a drawing of him. Not him him, of course, but a drawing of Spider-Man. It was a drawing of an event he recognized from yesterday when he had walked a lost kid back to their parents. The drawing showed him crouched down in front of the kid who was crying, and he had his hand out as an offer for the child to take it. 

Upon closer inspection, the drawing seemed incomplete. There were too many white spaces which wasn’t the artist's style. As he stepped closer to it, he heard the door creak and a gasp behind him. He spun around, nearly falling over in the process, and looked up wildly. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw Y/n L/n, a student in his grade. They stared back at him with wide eyes. 

“Did...did you do this?” Peter asked slowly. Y/n hesitantly nodded. 

“If you tell anyone about this, Parker, you’re dead.” 

He was slightly taken aback by this. Not the death threat, necessarily, he got those all the time, but it was a bit of a surprise coming from Y/n.

“I won’t. I promise,” he said softly. 

Y/n nodded slightly before striding towards the board and taking out a marker, beginning to fill in all of the white spaces Peter had noticed earlier. 

After a moment, Peter asked, “How do you do it?”

Y/n turned towards him, black marker clutched in their hand. “What?”

“The drawings. They’re so beautiful...I didn’t even know you could draw like that.”

“Everyone has their secrets, Parker. I’m sure you have yours.” 

Peter almost laughed at that, because yeah, he did, and Y/n was drawing it across the Physics dry erase board. But he didn’t laugh. He just smiled a little and kept watching, forgetting all about the broom that was now leaning against a desk.

“So...Spider-Man huh?” 

Y/n sighed and turned to him. “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be sweeping or something?” 

Peter shrugged. “Or something. Look, this is probably gonna sound super weird, but I’ve been trying to figure out who you were for weeks. Your art is super amazing and cool and I just wanted to know so badly who was talented enough to pull it off. And now I know.”

“Are you disappointed?” It wasn’t a question out of fear, but more out of curiosity. Y/n sat themselves on a desk and waited for the answer. 

“I don’t think so,” Peter said. “This was just unexpected, I guess. I didn’t even consider you for a suspect.” Y/n chuckled at this. 

“Nobody suspects me. That’s the fun part of all of this, actually. Did you know people actually thought that it was Ms. Rosemary for a while?”

“The crazy teacher’s aid?”

“Yup. The theory, I think, was that she was so crazy that art became like her therapy or escape or whatever. I mean, it can be like therapy, but I think Rosemary needs a little more than some doodles in order to help her.”

“These aren’t just ‘some doodles,’ Y/n. They’re-”

“Beautiful. Yeah, you’ve said.” They shrugged. “It’s just scribbles on a board, Parker. Scribbles that, for whatever reason, make our brains happy.”

Peter didn’t really have a response to that, so instead he just watched as Y/n went back to work. 

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That was how he would spend his detentions. He would offer to go help the janitor, and then he would run around the school trying to find Y/n. Eventually, on the days where the drawings took less time to create, Y/n started to try to teach him how to draw. Basic things at first, like flowers or trying to break things down into their simpler shapes. He could barely do either of those things, but he enjoyed trying anyways. On other days, Peter would just sit and watch in silence as they drew. It was mesmerizing, and only he got to witness it. 

It became their thing. Even after detentions ended, Peter would stay after school for an hour or so just to go hang out with Y/n. They would have snacks and play music and have a good time. Peter learned that Y/n stayed after school since their parents were never home until the late evenings, so they stayed back just for the hell of it. He also learned that they were good friends with the janitor and that his name was Roger. He was the reason that they were even able to stay for as long as they did. It was pretty cool. 

It was a Friday, and Peter was spinning around in the teacher’s chair while Y/n drew a forest scene. Peter watched them for a while, a small smile on his face. They were also so concentrated when they worked, their eyes narrowing and jaw tightening as they drew the different lines and curves that made up the masterpiece. Unbeknownst to Y/n, Peter had a surprise for them. 

“Hey, N/n?” Peter asked. All he got was a hum in response. He rolled his eyes. “Come here.”

Y/n sighed and got off of the stool that they had been sitting on. “What do you want, Pete?” they asked as they strolled over, leaning over the desk when they got close enough. In response, Peter held up a small, wrapped up bundle. Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed as they picked it up. 

“What-”

“Shhhh!” Peter said with a soft giggle. “Just open it.”

Y/n narrowed their eyes at him before slowly tearing the paper away. They smiled softly as they stared at the multipack of dry erase markers, enough colors to make practically any drawing that happened to cross their mind. 

“Why?”

“A simple thank you would have sufficed. It’s an appreciation gift for all of your art. I figured by now you’ve probably killed most of the markers in the school, so I got you some new ones.”

Y/n chuckled a little and looked at him. “Thank you.”

“Of course. You deserve it.”

“I literally just make colored lines one a board.”

“And I appreciate those colored lines! They give me serotonin as do you.”

“I give you serotonin?”

“Yes.”

Y/n blinked in surprise. “Alright then...you also give me serotonin.”

“Really? Awesome.”

They both laughed for a moment, Y/n glancing back down at the markers as Peter continued to look at them.  

“Hey, Pete?” Y/n asked as they looked back up at him. “What?”

“Would you...would you like to continue to provide me with serotonin and go out with me?”

Peter’s eyes widened in surprise, but soon it was his smile that was widening instead. 

“Absolutely.”

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