you do an imagine where connor’s really good at painting and the reader says to
“draw them like one of your french girls” (if you wanna make it nsfw
Ah yes, the good
ol French girl. Also!!! I won’t be writing NSFW for a while, sorry!! o: Thank
you for the request! <3
Implied sexual situation at the end
Connor Murphy’s favorite muse was nature. No matter what
thoughts came to nip at him, he would be able to calm himself down with
painting. He would get every fine
detail, every grain of sand, every little leaf on the tree. Connor Murphy could
paint an entire series of scenic artworks, each inspired by a photo, and each
would look more beautiful than the actual place. However, he refused to draw
what he thought to be most beautiful.
Connor Murphy refused to draw you.
No matter how much you begged him too, he would never so much as sketch you out. He
decided he wasn’t going to draw you because he was afraid of not being able to
get every detail.
He wanted to get the way your eyes sparkle in the light, the
way that your hair shines, and the way your face curves.
Connor Murphy wanted to line every detail of your face,
something he believed to be impossible.
Its currently two in the morning, and Connor sits on his
bed, painting a photo that you had taken the other day. You watch him as he
gently strokes the canvas with the small, fine brush. Each stroke was taken
While this wasn’t always an effective method of venting, it
was enough to get his hands steady. Enough to have him think one thought at a
time. It was enough to give him time to think.
Connor continues to paint, and you continue to watch. You
work on your homework (and a few parts of Connor’s homework so he would have
less to do), and quietly hum. This is the typical after school routine. Rarely
do the two of you not do this, and rarely is it ever at his house.
When you finish the homework, you set it to the side and
walk over to Connor.
“You need to take a break. You’re going to turn into a damn
tree. Do you want to become a tree, Connor? Get cut down and turned into a
“Y/N, that would be the best moment of my life.”
“You are unbelievable.”
Connor smirked slightly, and set down his brush. Turning
towards you, he grabs your hand, and pulls you over to your door.
“Connor, where are we going?” You say slowly, excited for
where you might be going.
“Hell, if I know.”
You have a good reason to be excited.
By the time you had arrived, it was already dusk. It seemed
that you were brought to a woodsy area, not one that you are familiar with.
Connor led you into the woods, walking like he has been here thousands of times
“Connor,” You started, “What is this place?”
Instead of responding, Connor gently squeezed your hand, and
After walking for a few more minutes, the two of your
entered a clearing. The clearing had a few different canvases placed against
trees, brushes scattered all over the ground, and lanterns that hung lazily
Connor led you over to a tree stump, and sat down.
“Care to not be so mysterious and spooky?”
Connor smiled slightly, and picked up a canvas. “Seeing you
confused is way more entertaining. It’s cute.”
You roll your eyes and sit next to him. “Where did you get
the lanterns from?”
“Zoe. She got pissed off when they disappeared, but she got
new ones so, I guess she didn’t really give that much of a shit.”
“And how did you find this area? It’s beautiful.”
“When you leave home every other fucking night, you start to
explore.” Connor grabbed a paint brush, and a few different colors.
You nodded, and watching him. “I’m… I’m glad you showed me
Connor applied paint to his brush, and flicked it at you.
Letting out a small, squeal you gently push him. “When I
asked you to paint me, I didn’t mean like that!”
He chuckled slightly and gently stroked the brush against
your nose. “Shit, dude, I guess we have two different definitions of that. Oh
“You are sucha dick
Connor just continued to smile – if you could call it that –
but you could still see the happiness in his eyes. Out of all of the ways to
show emotion, his eyes held the most.
You continued to watch Connor paint well past midnight. The
two of you said very little, mostly just enjoying each other’s company.
Every so often, you’d glance at Connor’s face, and notice
his features. His eyebrows would raise in concentration, or his eyebrows would
furrow in concentration. Occasionally, he would stick his tongue out slightly.
He pulled his hair back loosely, allowing a few strands to flow freely.
You didn’t even notice that you were staring until you had
paint flicked at you. Again.
You just rolled your eyes, and scooted in front of where
Connor was sitting. Placing your head on one of his knees, you poked his side.
Connor glanced down at you, and continued painting. “What,
you’re going to blow me in the middle of forest? Didn’t know you were into that
“Ew, what the hell, no! Maybe this is just a really
comfortable position, Murphy.” You stick your tongue out, and gently poke his
After waiting a few more minutes, you scoot backwards. “Hey,
“Draw me like one of your French girls!” You say, striking a
pose on the ground, and lifting your leg up slightly.
Connor looks at you for a moment, his face heating up. “You what?”
You huff, and strike another pose, this time while one your
back. “Draw me like one of your French girls, Murphy!”
Leaning back, Connor rested his foot on his knee. “That’s…
Kinda hot, y’know.”
You laugh and lie on the ground. “Is it? Is it really?”
Smirking, Connor places the materials to the side, and moves
to crawl on top of you, holding himself up with his elbows. “Yes, yes it is.”
You gently cup his cheek with one hand, and gently pushing a
stray strand of hair behind his ear with the other. “Can we do something crazy?”
“Crazy? I’d say this is the usual.”
You laugh and kiss Connor, wrapping your arms around his
neck. Connor deepens the kiss slightly, smirking.
You might be getting something even better than a painting.
I was going to put lyrics to words fail here, but the whole song is literal gold. Anyway, it’s not my usual style of drawing, but I drew Thomas from his snap story when he sang Words fail from deh. It was amazing! Also, this was going to be watercolored but, quick tip, never rush watercolors before swimming because it won’t turn out well. Luckily I take progress shots of my work!! Anyway, be kind to yourselves!!
I’ll tag, @thatsthat24 and wish him a restful day after Vidcon ((and no more spiders)). I’ll also tag @pattonpending@prinanalogicality@vortexart@pansexualroman@velocifoxy
the thing i love about wishverse!buffy is that she’s literally buffy except she doesn’t have the scooby gang and joyce doesn’t support her??? and that’s just so very similar to who faith is in s3?? they’re still different of course, bc they Are different people, but they don’t have anyone, they hate their parents, so it’s all about the fight because what else is there?? so i just really love the idea of willow reaching into that universe again and somehow wishverse!buffy ending up in the main timeline circa s7 and faith is So Shook bc it’s Buffy, it’s her buffy, but it isn’t???? and she just has this intense need to help her bc 1. she’s faith lehane and she helps young girls, that’s her Thing and 2. buffy was there for her when she was a fuck up, she owes her that, so faith and wishverse!buffy just kind of become a team and they travel from hellmouth to hellmouth kicking demon ass and getting into a lot of fights along the way bc they’re both So Difficult but it works for them bc they get each other and they’re not alone anymore and that’s all that matters tbh
talesfromcallcenters: IT DOESN'T MATTER! THEY'RE ALL THE SAME!
I work in a call center for an auto parts distributor. Most of the calls I get are very straightforward, usually as simple as “I’m calling from company, and I need 10 of part number. Here’s my po.” Then 9 out of 10 will just hang up on you. If a customer is having trouble finding the parts they need, we help them look up the correct parts. This is a story about a customer that needed help. In more ways than one…
Me: Good afternoon, Me speaking.
Caller: I need brakes for a 98 Honda.
Me: Okay, where are you calling from?
Caller: HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW WHO THIS IS! IT’S OBNOXIOUS CUSTOMER!
Me internally: Because you only call once a month…
Me: Sorry, I didn’t recognize your voice. What kind of Honda is it?
Caller: IT DOESN’T MATTER! THEY’RE ALL THE SAME!
Me: I will need to know to get the correct parts…
Caller: FINE. IT’S A CIVIC.
Me: Do you know the trim? Is it a CX, EX, LX? (On a Honda this is really important. The brakes change for every trim level.)
Caller: IT’S A BASIC CIVIC! JUST SEND ME BRAKES!
This is where he hung up on me. So I picked an CX, and sent him brakes. (CX being the “basic” trim.) Two hours later….
Me: Good afternoon, Me speaking.
Caller: YOU PEOPLE ARE USELESS! THESE BRAKES ARE ALL WRONG!
Me: Is this Obnoxious customer? I sent you brakes for a CX because that’s the basic model. I really need to know the trim to help you further.
Caller: FINE. Hold on. It’s an EX.
Me: Okay, I see the correct brakes. I’ll send them on the next delivery.
tl;dr: Customer wasted 2 hours of their own time because they couldn’t be bothered to look at the 2 letters on the trunk of a car.