if anything :

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The jacket origin story that no one asked for

Something small between tasks I’m working on. 

The Vid-Squids story takes place long before Splatoon 2, but that’s not stopping me from drawing my squids in the new gear! So excited, less than a month left!! (If the Retro Gamer Jersey doesn’t return, this’ll probably be the jacket I use when playing as Austin in-game.)

Lantern Paintings (Connor M. x Reader)

Anon says- can 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 it’s cool!)

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

Words- 1063

Warnings- Swearing, 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 with precision.

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 canvas?”

“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 before.

“Connor,” You started, “What is this place?”

Instead of responding, Connor gently squeezed your hand, and continued walking.

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 from branches.

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 this.”

Connor applied paint to his brush, and flicked it at you. “Yeah, whatever.”

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 well.”

“You are such a dick sometimes.”

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 shit, Y/N.”

“Ew, what the hell, no! Maybe this is just a really comfortable position, Murphy.” You stick your tongue out, and gently poke his side again.

After waiting a few more minutes, you scoot backwards. “Hey, hey! Connor!”

“What?”

“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.

EXO in Real Life

Ahh guys I’m finally back with the reactions! 
Did you all hear about the OT8 comeback? :( Let’s still support them and love them fully because Yixing would want that, too. 


Xiumin: Yanno how he’s like, the guy who rips his shirt in half and also a really quiet, shy guy at the same time? Although he’s the oldest and supposedly the most mature, I can see him as acting all cute and pouty when he wants something; also super giggly, childish, and silly. 

Lay: Being 101% honest, I feel like he’d be one of the sweetest boyfriends out of all in EXO. Even if everyone else might be, he’d be the sugariest cinnamon bun. He acts and just seems so freaking pure- you could literally chuck a Bible at him and he’d sit down to read it. 

lies

Suho: Like Yixing, I see Suho as himself in front of the camera. He smiles and laughs when the situation is funny, and looks displeased/unhappy when the situation is serious. Being the leader for the amount of 5 years already, I feel his mom/leader role is a huge part of him now, so it’d be a natural for him to act as one.

Chen: “Troll” is what he’s often titled as, he’s also shown as a whiney and loud guy. I honestly see him as a real humble, down-to-earth guy who cares about others sincerely. He also seems like one of those people that are just easy to get along with cause they’re so chill and comforting. 

Baekhyun: The same tbh?? Hyper, funny, dramatic, etc. But obviously, everyone is much more different behind the camera. Instead of forcing his humor for the audience, I feel like he’d be much more real. His jokes and wit would come to him naturally at the moment, making them more entertaining.

Chanyeol: As much as we love his smile, Chanyeol strikes a vibe to me of more an… emotional guy. Although he seems very egotistical, I can sense a vibe from him where he’s actually insecure and worries of how others may judge him. He uses his smile as mask to conceal himself, and hide. 

D.O: Behind those satanic facial expressions and how he just quietly hides in the corner and barely speaks, I see Kyungsoo as a goofball who likes a good laugh. He stealthily hates his hair stylist and cares for all his members whether he beats them up or not. By all his members includes Baekhyun.

Kai: Kai?? Who’s Kai?? I only know Jongin. 

But let me tell you, this kid iS SUCH A GENUINE AND KIND HEARTED SOUL. He just wants to be happy with a stable and healthy life as he eats chicken.

Sehun: Although he acts sassy, egotistical, cold-hearted, yet fairly baby-ish on camera, I betcha he’s just a shy kid who’s adorably whiny, clingy, and just wants to HAVE MORE FUCKING LINES IN THE GOD DAMN SONGS BECAUSE WHERE IS HIS ANGELIC VOICEee

still a cheeky shit i bet

“Should we get out of the water, it’s getting kinda chilly.” You mumbled, looking at Loki.

He smiled, gliding his hand along your bare shoulder, watching the gooseflesh rise beneath his touch. “I suppose, you do look cold.”

“I like being in here with you though.”

“We can always swim tomorrow.” Loki tilted his head up, looking towards the sky. A smile graced his lips as he watched the twinkling lights. You followed his gaze, admiring Loki’s angular jaw and the way his hair cascaded around his head. “Yes, come love, let’s get out.”

You swam over to the edge of the pool and slowly lifted yourself from the water.

Loki watched you closely, admiring the curve of your body, the movement of your muscles, your hair hanging in dripping curtains. You pulled yourself up and turned around, smiling coyly at him.

Quirking your finger, you motioned for him to join you.

Loki’s grin widened as he moved forward, resting his hands on either sides of your legs. You wrapped your legs around his torso as he lifted himself from the water. Pulling himself up, Loki met your lips in a soft kiss, lifting himself and slowly pushing you back until he crawled out of the pool, sliding you back and pressing his body against yours, planting soft kisses on your dripping flesh.

You giggled at the feather touches, reaching for the large towel to wrap around the pair of you. Loki wrapped his arm around you, the towel enveloping the two of you. He leaned his head down and pressed a soft kiss into the crown of your head before lightly rubbing the corner of the towel through your hair, drying it off.

As Loki held you tightly, sometimes drying you off, other times just planting soft kisses, the two of you kicked your feet in the water, lightly splashing and enjoying the texture of the water.

“Look at the stars.” You finally interrupted the warm amicable silence.

“They’re beautiful tonight.” Loki agreed, following your gaze. “Thank you for this lovely evening.”

“Thank you too.” You replied.

Loki cupped your chin and pulled you in for a deep kiss, his lips melding against yours. Your eyes sank shut, melting into his touch.