1. USE REFERENCES. Not just one reference, but multiple references. Need to draw a cat? Create an entire board on Pinterest and load it with like, 50 pins of different types of cats - also different styles - see what other artists have done to caricature cats. This is what we had to for school - make Pinterest boards for ONE THING - and it REALLY helped.
2. Break everything down into basic shapes. Do not start off by drawing every little detail. If your foundation is faulty, the entire drawing will be faulty as well. One of my profs sometimes would call heavily detailed art “shiny turds” - meaning, no matter how many details you add on at the end, if thestructure and anatomy etcis off, no amount of detail will save it. Example: if you draw a person’s face, and the eyes and nose are in the wrong place, then no amount of eyelashes or make-up or whatever is going to make it look more accurate. If you spend 10 hours drawing something really detailed, and it’s wrong, then you might have just wasted 10 hours (maybe not wasted, but used less efficiently), when you could have spent say, a single hour making sure all the construction and anatomy made sense FIRST, before cleaning it up. Also, draw multiple rough passes at a drawing before you clean it up!! This will give your eyes and brain a chance to see any errors that pop up.
3. Don’t be afraid to RE-DRAW something. Your second drawing will be better than your first. Your third drawing will be better than your second AND your first. And so on. Try not to fall in love with everything you draw - likewise, learn to accept constructive criticism, so that you are able to re-draw it better than the first/second/third times. Reach out to peers and have them look at your art - you won’t believe how helpful a fresh set of eyes can be.
4. Flip your canvas horizontally to see errors/use a mirror/shine a light through and look at the reverse side. It is incredibly difficult to see errors in your drawing after you’ve been staring at it for hours. Your brain gets used to seeing what you’re seeing. Trick your brain into seeing something for the first time by looking at it differently. Likewise, you can try and look at it upside down maybe, or backwards. Engage your eyes and brain differently!
5. PRACTICE. PRACTICE. PRRAAAAACCTIIIIICCEEEE. Draw everything.Did you spend yesterday drawing people? Spend today drawing animals. Spend tomorrow drawing trees and plants. Draw a car. Go outside and draw from life. If you want to improve at a skill, practice all the time. Don’t burn yourself out! Manage your time wisely and pay attention to your body’s needs. Make time for stretching and exercising; a healthy lifestyle will ensure that you can continue to practice your skill, and be the best artist that you can be.
Your senior year roommate calls
herself Clarity. She’s very small and rumpled and distant, and she goes for
long walks in the forest south of campus when she’s frustrated. You aren’t friends,
but you coexist peacefully. It’s enough.
The creature on your co-owned
Walmart futon isn’t Clarity.
It looks like her. Enough to fool a
casual observer, certainly. Enough to fool someone who hasn’t been soldering
sterling silver for six hours. But you have,
and the truth of silver lingers, and the Thing That Looks Like Clarity is
sprouting delicate flowers from the skin of its bare shoulders.
It’s sitting cross-legged and
perfectly, terribly still, tracking your eyes as you take all this in. When you
sigh and set down your backpack, it says, “Hello, smith. There didn’t seem to
be any sense in pretending.”
“Jeweler,” you say, and, “I go by Florence,
these days. What should I call you?”
It blinks, languid and slow. “I’m
not here to usurp. I’m a… placeholder.”
“It’s still confusing as shit, my
It considers this at length.
Finally, with the air of one who has just solved a great puzzle, it says
“Claire. We will know, the two of us.”
“Works for me. Nice meeting you,
And that seems to be all there is
to say. Your roommate’s been stolen by the Fair Folk, you’re living with a
changeling, and there’s not much you can do about either of these things. You
scroll through Instagram until it gets tired of watching you and wanders out
into the hallway.
silvery skin and wings of glass, their voices carried in the flurries of snow that fall at dusk, only visible in the translucent moonbeams. snowflakes fall to announce their arrival, their eyes shining like mirrors in the darkness of the forest.
DEVELOPER(S):Bobby “ponett” Schroeder ENGINE: RPGMaker VX Ace GENRE: RPG, Fantasy SUMMARY: SLARPG is a short, turn-based RPG following the story of Melody Amaranth, a kindhearted but meek transgender fox who’s decided to learn healing magic and become a paladin. She’s joined by her adventurous girlfriend Allison, as well as their friends Claire (a sarcastic, rule-bending witch)(she is also trans) and Jodie (a dependable, somewhat motherly knight). Over the course of the story, our inexperienced heroes will meddle with forces beyond their control and find themselves responsible for the fate of their quaint little hometown. They’ll also fight some spherical frogs, travel to a forgotten land in the sky, befriend a robot or two, and anger the local librarian. But that should go without saying.
A/N: Heeey so I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted any writing so I’m very nervous about this one. It’s my first Jughead imagine ever, so I hope you like it and if you’d want a part 2, let me know. I already have some idea for a continuation ;)
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She walked in like a midsummer breeze, swaying and changing the course of everything under the sun. She perturbed the usually
sober times of Riverdale.
And it annoyed Jughead Jones to no end.
(Y/N) didn’t feel good. Her bitter nerves slowly morphed into a nauseous
tension which took over her stomach. From the first moment she placed her foot
onto the grounds of her new school, the air seemed to change drastically. And
she wasn’t the only one who seemed to notice the thick, static-like uneasiness
in the air. They all stared at her. Every single pair of eyes fixed her face,
supposedly searching for a familiar feature.
Did everybody know everybody in this damn village?
(Y/N) tried to avoid direct eye contact, although she kept her head high
as she walked.
But as she reached the backyard of Riverdale High, her breath hitched in
her throat. Releasing a strangled huff as she came to a sudden stop, she
gripped the strip of her bag tighter between her long, shaky fingers and
replaced it further on her shoulder. A sea of students was laying before her
frozen figure, hundreds of eyes piercing her skull and rummaging through her
(Y/N) sighed deeply and swallowed the tight lump in her throat, before
urging her unsteady feet to move forward, slicing right through the yard filled
with students. She held a confident pace in her step, although the heart burned
by a mocking fire threatened to burst out of her chest at any moment.
It was going to be a long day.
She didn’t expect to find herself into such a place so soon. She didn’t
expect to place a single foot inside it at all, actually.
(Y/N) stood in the doorway of what seemed to be a fast food. Pop’s was
filled with students which crowded the booths around the powerfully lit dine.
Their loud voices travelled across the room, hitting walls and piercing (Y/N)’s
ears. It was all too noisy and crowded in there for her liking, and if wasn’t
for the frozen water droplets which bit at her exposed skin, she wouldn’t have
been there in the first place. Not now, at least. But there was no other
choice, was it?
She stole a quick glance outside and felt her eyebrows lower, urging her
lids to shield her eyes more than they already had. A sharp breath passed her
lips and she adjusted the strip of her bag on her shoulder once again, before
scanning the room rapidly.
A mild grimace crossed her features as she acknowledged the only free
spot in the entire room. It was an isolated booth, occupied by a boy she
recognised briefly. A picture of their eyes connecting during classes flashed
through her brain.
Lonely, raven locks hanged loosely across his forehead, narrowed eyes
mirrored the shining words written on the screen of his laptop and lips pressed
together tightly into a straight line.
And, of course, a grey beanie covered his head, shielding him and making
him impossible to ignore at the same time.
(Y/N) was going to sit next to Jughead
Gathering the last bit of courage in her body, (Y/N) approached his
table sheepishly, her hands shoved deeply inside her pockets and her eyes wide
with anticipation. Swallowing the bitter lump in her throat, she let the words
drift off her tongue.
“Um- excuse me?”
His eyes snapped towards her almost instantly and (Y/N) struggled to
keep herself from flinching at the sharp look she received.
“Would you mind if I sit down? It’s all crowded in here, and outside
it’s raining, so I can’t actually go-”
“Fine.” he replied shortly, before his stare returned to the screen of
his laptop and his fingers began typing vigorously.
(Y/N)’s chest fell as she exhaled with relief and gingerly slid into the
seat opposite from the boy.
She quickly took out a pencil, a small notebook and a pair of
headphones, which she connected to her phone. Gathering her bag close, she shrunk
deeper into the corner near the window and leaned her head against the cold
glass. She closed her eyes for a brief second, letting a soft sigh escape her
lips and basking in the cool sensation which spread through her temple, before
tilting her head and scribbling down a few words on the paper.
Soon enough, the words began flowing inside her head, filling her with a
familiar sensation of assurance. The pen left black marks onto the white sheet
and while she filled pages after pages with thoughts and drawings, a silvery,
rhythmic murmur began dripping from her lips.
With a brief tilt of her head, her eyes slowly travelled towards the
raven haired boy. She felt herself freeze when her eyes locked with his.
He had been watching her all along. From the first damned moment she
entered Pop’s, all uncertain and awkward, to when she leaned her head against
the window and began bloody singing.
The sound of her silvery voice and the continuous scribbling of her
pencil on the paper kept him from his writing.
For a reason he didn’t know, her presence made his chest constrict with a
feeling he couldn’t quite describe. Uneasiness seemed a poor choice of words,
but it was the closest to what he was experiencing of them all. The nerves
bubbled up inside his stomach, probably waiting for the perfect moment to
At first, when she showed up next to him and asked if she could sit
down, he thought ignoring her would be easy. But he was so… fucking wrong.
He remembered her. From the moment he caught her Y/E/C eyes, he
remembered. Seeing them in every class that day, seeking for them whenever she
wasn’t there. He remembered the shy smile she gave when the teacher presented
her to the rest of the class. He remembered the gleam in her eyes during
Psychology, when they talked about human rights and abstract concepts like
love. He remembered the burning passion in her voice and the intelligence which
shined through her actions and thoughts.
He remembered all of her, and it seemed like a curse.
She was probably the most distracting person he’d ever seen in his
The way she bit her lip in thought, or the way she hummed contently when
a phrase she liked came up to her mind. It was all too fascinating for Jughead,
a concept he couldn’t understand. The way her hair fell into her face and the
way she just didn’t bother to push it away made him boil with the urge to brush
it to the side with a gentle touch.
Even though it started with secret glances he stole at her crunched
figure, he just found his eyes and brain wanting more, to return to the sight
of her face. So, after a while, he just gave up on his tentatives of writing
and focused on her entirely.
Jughead stared at her. At how her expressions changed with a flash, at the
soft smile which warmed her lips from time to time, followed by a private sigh,
and at her piercing, radiating eyes, which stared off into the lonely distance.
It felt… strange. Strange and highly inappropriate, he thought of a
better label for his odd interest in the girl.
She was new to this town. That was her first day in a new school, with
new people and different surroundings. She was a stranger to him, a girl he’d
just seen around for a few hours, before she came to Pop’s, where she sat down
in front of him.
Why had he said yes in the first place?
Jughead clenched his jaw and felt his fingers curl in annoyance.
It was an understatement to say he was confused… and pissed. Maybe a
little bit at her, because she was so damn captivating and enchanting and just…
different from all the girls he’d seen. But mainly at him, for taking such an
interest in her, for his sudden change. He felt like the wall of ignorance and
cold feelings he managed to build over the years was now crumbling down…
because of one person.
She made his temper falter slightly, just by… existing. And being there,
present, sitting next to him, and murmuring so beautifully it made him grimace.
She acted so natural. So… carefree and oblivious. She seemed lost to this
world, caught between the walls of her own mind, enchanted into a dance with
her own thoughts…
He was still staring. Probably more intently, by now.
Was it even healthy?
And that made a crisp, thin feeling of fear creep into his soul,
tickling the sides of his shielded heart and sending shivers down his spine.
But a sudden change into his view seemed to snap Jughead out of his trance.
found himself staring into (Y/E/C) orbs, which watched back with surprise. He quickly came to acknowledge all of her figure, his gaze shifting from
her eyes, and shook his head slightly.
He returned to the screen of his laptop, a pale blush warming his cheeks,
hoping she’d go back to writing just as well. But he could feel her stare
piercing through his head and lurking through his mind. He heard a ruffling
noise as Y/N changed her position so she was facing him properly.
“You’re blushing” a soft voice rang inside his ears.
(Y/N) couldn’t help it. She didn’t mean to say it out loud, but it just
slipped off her tongue.
The sight of the turbulent feelings which swam inside his eyes tickled her
interest. They held a blurry surface, like a broken mirror, so no one could see
(Y/N) felt intrigued in an odd way by the boy beside her.
Aside from the fact that he was damn right staring at her, she found it strange
that he immediately looked away. She didn’t expect Jughead to be so… sensitive,
she might say. Let alone to see him blush.
(Y/N) shifted again, placing her bag down from her lap and leaning forward
a little bit to peer at the boy. The sight of his red cheeks and embarrassed
expression sent her lips into a smirk.
He continued to stare at the screen of his laptop for a few moments,
before finally turning his attention to her.
She smiled tenderly in his direction and he felt something melt inside
Shaking her head at his silence, (Y/N) withdrew her hand.
“I’m (Y/N)” she said.
Jughead’s eyes flickered towards her hand suspiciously and his stare
narrowed. It took a raise of her eyebrows for him to finally shake her hand.
“Jughead” he shortly introduced himself.
A heavy silence followed their handshake. (Y/N)’s smile faded slowly, her
lips pressed now in a tight line. She shielded her eyes, gaze falling to her
lap and began fiddling with her fingers in an attempt to calm the fire of her
Jughead, though, he continued to watch her with thin eyes and furrowed
eyebrows. The corners of his lips twitched slightly at her bashful blushing.
“So…” he cleared his throat, an awkward expression visible on his face.
(Y/N) tilted her head to peer at him with interest.
“Seems like we’re going to stay in here for a while” he gestured to the
pouring rain outside.
She absently nodded her head, her gaze drifting off to the window and
watched as big drops of water slid down the window.
“You seem to like writing”
She blinked, making Jughead raise an eyebrow.
“Am I right?”
“Actually, yes, I do like writing, but it’s…”
She trailed off, with a look like she said too much, but Jughead just
raised his eyebrows with curiosity, urging her to tell him more.
“It’s not a book, or something… They’re just random musings I have
during a day, or just scattered thoughts I manage to catch from time to time.
This is mainly filled with drawings” she held her notebook up “but, recently, I
began writing very much in it”
Jughead’s features shifted with surprise.
“So you’re drawing too?”
“I’m not that good at it… but yeah. I just feel like… anything I
describe in words is kind of incomplete without a drawing, and every drawing
needs a few feelings on mine scribbled down next to it”
Jughead opened his mouth to ask a question, but shut it quickly, seeming
undecided on what to do.
But (Y/N) looked at him expectantly, arching one eyebrow.
“Can I… possibly take a look? Painters and artists like you intrigue me.
I can’t understand how you create such masterpieces with just a crayon”
She seemed to consider his words for a moment, before she reached out to
hand him the notebook. His finger brushed against hers and (Y/N) fought a
strangled gasp from passing her lips, as an electric wave shot through her
Jughead took his time to open the notebook and look at her drawings and
writing. He admired every single page. She was indeed talented, not only at
drawing, but at writing too. Every single word touched his heart. She knew how
to leave an impact on the reader, and take them into her mind, make them feel
everything she writes and thinks.
Jughead couldn’t help but be
As his eyes focused on the next page, he felt his chest constrict.
There, on the white paper, was his face, drawn with such precision he thought it
was an actual picture of him.
At first, he frowned in disbelief.
“Do you draw people often?”
“Only those who attract me” (Y/N) replied with a distant voice, her nose buried into a book
A wide, soft smile warmed his lips and a strange feeling filled his
stomach. Jughead didn’t know how to describe it, but again, it was about (Y/N).
She was a mystery herself, for that matter.
He closed the notebook slowly, then placed it on the table, in front of
(Y/N)’s eyes snapped up and, closing her book, she carefully focused her
attention back to Jughead.
“So, you find me attractive, huh?” he smirked smugly at her, leaning in
so he could take a better view at her expression.
She stared at him for a moment, before all the blood drained from her
face. Her mouth fell open in horror and a ghostly gasp escaped her lips, but
actual words refused to come out.
Jughead spluttered with laughter at the sight of her mortified
Even though she gave him a sour face, (Y/N) quietly decided she wanted
to hear him laugh like that again.
“I didn’t realise that was you. It was just an image which was stuck into
my head all day, so-”
But she stopped herself short, realising what slipped past her lips. She
mentally face palmed for being so stupid.
He smiled at her mistake, biting his lip to keep the laugh from erupting
(Y/N) decided to look outside once again, secretly wishing Jughead haven’t
seen her embarrassed blush.
She frowned at the sight which took over her view. It wasn’t raining
anymore. She could finally go home.
Although… she kind of liked Jughead’s company.
With a sigh, she grabbed her stuff and placed it back into her bag,
before turning to Jughead. He was watching her with confused eyes.
“Are you leaving already?”
(Y/N) smiled softly at him, before gesturing to the window.
“The rain stopped. I have to go home”
His face fell with disappointment for a second, before a crooked smile
lifted the corers of his mouth.
“Well, I’ll see you at school, then?”
Even though it was supposed to be a statement, it came out more like a
“Sure” she replied, placing her bag onto her shoulder and waving at the
raven haired boy.
Jughead stood there, chewing on his tongue and watching her head for the
door, not wanting to be left alone by someone for the first time in his life. Before
any rational thought could stop him, he opened his mouth to yell after the
She turned around with raised eyebrows.
“This seat is always free, and I’m here every day after school, so…” he
trailed off, unsure how to continue his awkward suggestion.
Her expression immediately warmed and she smiled at him brightly, a rosy
tint on her cheeks.
“Are you saying I can bother you every night?”
Jughead smiled back, sensing the humour in her voice.
(Y/N) let out a quiet laugh, before turning on her heels and walking out
“You asked for it, Jones. You can’t get rid of me that easily now. Not
here, not at school” she said over her shoulder, making Jughead shake his head
with a full smile.
A quiet whisper left his lips as he watched her blurry shape walk away through
the foggy window.
member: lai guanlin genre: very fluffy summary: you’ve always had a crush on guanlin but you never thought he would like you back, what happens when he asks you to wear his varsity jacket to be his lucky charm at his final basketball game?
you and guanlin were friends because you sat in maths class together
which mostly consisted of you and him complaining about the class and not doing the assigned work
“guanlin it’s been exactly 23 minutes and 16 seconds that we’ve been in this class but why does it feel like two weeks” you’d groan
he would smirk at you, and reply “we have 67 minutes and 44 seconds to go” you’d huff and puff but then you’d finally do you work
by work you mean copying off the answers from guanlin
the thing is for you it was weird to be his friend
well you didn’t want to be only his friend but you pushed your feelings in the deepest place in you mind
because he was probably the most popular guy of your grade and you were just one of those people who blended into the background
he was the star player of the basketball team, nice, funny, smart and not to mention his ridiculously good looks
because of this he had A HUGE FAN CLUB like no joke even like girls three years older than him wanted to date him
Guanlin also had very popular friends across the grades even some in university
he was exciting and fun and you were plain and boring
you had absolutely no chance with him
you happily settled with just being his friend but you couldn’t sometimes help but wish that maybe one day something would happen
one maths class guanlin asked you to go to the final of his basketball game
you agreed cause you had nothing planned for that night other than binge watching netflix
the day of the game guanlin came to you when you were eating lunch which was a very unusual occurence
you could feel the glares and whispers of other girls
feeling awkward and uncomfortable you asked him “whats up?”
unexpectedly he looked even more nervous than you and said
“uhhhh i have a favour to ask? i always have someone who’s important to me wear my varsity jacket at my final games. Is it okay if you could wear it tomorrow?”
he said looking at the ground and rubbing his neck which you knew was nervous habit of his from the hours of staring at him
your heart was beating SO FAST you think that everyone could hear it
you tried to muster a normal (not too excited so i seem chill) smile without squealing
guess what, you failed, you literally squeaked in response
but after freaking out you finally beamed a smile and replied “i’d love to”
he gave you his most heart melting gummy smile which you literally thought could melt you
he started to ramble after you said yes “like i didn’t mean to be weird it’s just my sister always wore my varsity jacket at my final games but she’s still in taipei and i don’t have any other important girls in my life other than you”
your heart then was torn in two parts
complete devastation because HE SAW YOU LIKE A SISTER not just a friend A SISTER
but also just pure bliss because you’re the only important girl in his life other than his family
you just ended up smiling and saying “it’s not weird at all, i’d love to be your good luck charm” you said with a joking wink
then of course guanlin proceeds TO BLUSH
you freaked out because
1. you are NEVER that flirty (but it’s probably because of the panic that he looks at you like a sister which of course causes you to awkwardly flirt)
2. HE BLUSHED this cool gorgeous guy BLUSHED because of you
he mumbled a few incoherent words something along the lines of “see you at the game” and handed you his varsity jacket
before you know it your one and only close best friend looked at you with her jaw open and simply said like the dirty minded hoe she is
“he totally wants to get in your pants, GO FOR IT HONEY!”
you whacked her in the arm and said disappointedly “he only likes me as a friend even a sister”
“keep on telling yourself that” she smirked
because of your friend teasing you you didn’t notice guanlin getting teased by ALL of his friends
“yah! guanlin giving her your jacket is not good enough bloody confess to her already!” jihoon said
“aw you and y/n would be sooo cute” daehwi cooed who else would it be
“not as cute as us though” jinyoung said while wrapping his arm around daehwi jokingly totally not joking
“hmm guanlin-ah after we win because we’re totally gonna win, KISS HER” seongwoo cockily remarked
“do that confess, ask her out and boom you’re a couple” added daniel
“you’ll be fine” woojin said reassuringly while patting his shoulder
he just basically groaned the whole time his hyungs were talking and just wanted it to be at the game already
you were wearing a plain white tshirt dress which was a bit short for your comfort with Guanlin’s varsity jacket and your hair in a loose kinda messy bun with minimal makeup
you gotta admit you looked pre cute
especially because at school you wear baggy sweatpants and worn out t shirts, you hair is a mess and you’re sure sometimes you have some dried drool on your cheek
you were on the bleacher closest to the court so you could see guanlin play and cheer for him
unbeknownest to you guanlin had checked if you were there and once seeing you his heart was beating so rapidly
more than if he sprinted for like 30 minutes
because you looked so beautiful
he literally screamed in the locker room to jihoon
“Y/N LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL I CANNOT LIKE SHE ALWAYS LOOKS PRETTY IN SWEATS BUT LIKE WOW SHES BREATHTAKING ESPECIALLY IN MY JACKET.”
“SHE’S WEARING MY JACKET HYUNG!!!”
jihoon was like woah dude calm down and like damn you’re really in love with this chick aren’t ya you little giant baby
and guanlin just blushes and nods
*okay time skip to the actual game*
you couldn’t help but appreciate how hot guanlin looked in his basketball tank top which showed off his lean but muscular arms
and his uniform just made him look taller than usual
but first half the team played really well thrashing the other team
guanlin was shooting most of the goals and you were like
that’s my man but like lol no he’ll never be intersted in me
in the break between the halves he gave you a wave and a warm smile
you smiled back, showing off your jacket and giving him a hwaiting gesture
he gave you a thumbs up back
in the second second half the other team catched up because one of the best players (seongwoo) injured his ankle and couldn’t play
he totally swore so loudly when he got injured for like 10 minutes straight
with only 2 minutes to go it was a tie and the ball was on the opposite side of the court of the boys goal
you were so anxious you were screaming encouragements hoping that the guys would win
suddenly guanlin blocks the ball from going into the goal and then grabs and dribbles it super fast to the middle of the court
with only a few seconds left he shoots a three pointer
EVERYONE GOES CRAZY!!!!
you tried to fight your way to Guanlin but he was being so crowded you waited for everyone to calm down
before you know it Guanlin was right in front of you
and whispers in your ear
“i deserve a reward for shooting the winning goal don’t ya think? my sister would always give me a peck on the cheek if we won?”
he said cheekily and suggestively
you were blushing so hard not just because of his request but also because his face was only centimetres away from yours
your insides were freaking like “YOU WERE GIVING YOUR CRUSH OF MORE THAN A YEAR TO KISS HIS CHEEK BECAUSE HE ASKED”
and you just blushed and tried to be hard to get but totally failed
“just because you scored the winning goal” you replied
you stood on you tip toes to kiss his cheek cause you were short af
as you were leaning in to kiss his cheek you closed your eyes
you didn’t realise he twisted his head to face yours for your lips to reach his
he didn’t even know what he was doing because he never kissed anyone
cause like even him the swaggiest of rappers can have zero experience
his mind was freaking out and he knew it was because of the adreanaline of the game which made him so daring
and before you both knew it
you felt a pair of lips warm and soft on yours
YOU FREAKED OUT INTERNALLY but honey you weren’t gonna stop
you felt one of guanlin’s hands cupping your cheek and one on your lower back
you could hear the wolf whistles and cheers and shouts of “YEAH FINALLY!!!” from literally all the wanna one boys and basketball team
you slowly parted away from your first but probably the best kiss you’ll ever experience
and guanlin just looks down on you he’s a giant and you see his gummiest smile and his eyes are just shining of happiness
you mirrored basically the same expression but also like confusion
cause thoughts being like what the fuck just happened does this mean he likes me WHAT??!!!
before you could express any of these thoughts
Guanlin tells you super shyly and sweetly
“um well first of all i like you a lot LIKE A LOT i have since our first conversation, i kinda really fell for your smile and personality and looks and just everything i guess” he continues by saying
“i thought you’d never like me cause you’re basically perfect but like i think you do?? cause like yeah”
he awkwardly ended it with an adorable smile and you burst out laughing
“you thought i’d never like you, boi you so swaggy” you said with wiggly eyebrows trying to diffuse the kinda awkward but not really but also super endearing situation
guanlin laughed and whispered under his breath which you only just heard
“this is why i love you”
“wait shit i said that out loud, ugh shit well whatever at least it’s true”
he said looking sooooo embarassed
you laughed softly and said “i love you too guanlin-ah”
he smiled broadly and without hesitation he asked
“since you love me so much, will you be my girlfriend?” he said with a teasing tone
“hmmm i’m not sure cause jihoon’s pretty cute, don’t ya think?” you said jokingly
“HEY! i’m so much better than jihoon hyung” guanlin pouted
“guanlin trust me you’re not” jihoon commented butting into your moment
guanlin just sulked before you giggled and cupped his cheeks
“of course guanlin, I’d love to be your girlfriend.” you said kissing his cheek for real this time
he smiles and says in awe “y/n is actually my girlfriend i don’t believe it”
you just smile and the crowd errupts into cheers
seongwoo taps guanlin on the shoulder and tells him
“guanlin as much as i enjoy young love and you actually having some guts to ask a girl out, coach wants us in the lockeroom” he said smirking and winking at you
you laugh cause seongwoo is always funny
“yeah i’m coming hyung” guanlin replied
“but before i leave” he says to you
he kisses you on the forehead and whispers to you sweetly
“wait for me princess, i’ll be back soon”
and wow you just became an absolute puddle of goo
you just nod and say “of course i’ll be waiting aren’t i your lucky charm?” you say with a wink
he laughs and sends you a gummy smile as he runs towards the locker room
you hug his jacket around yourself and just process everything that happened
you’re wearing the jacket of your crush-wait no boyfriend-and you’re so glad guanlin asked you to wear it
and you end up wearing it to every single game after that one
lol i’m sorry i went so overboard i did not expect this to be this long especially a bullet point scenario. but i hope you enjoyed it anyways! also please send requests in! or just send me a message for a chat because i’d love to talk to anyone about kpop tbh lmao. But thank you for reading!
Uhm... I-I have a plot bunny for you. Kakashi and Obito where Obito is a water creature of some sort, like a selkie or a siren, and he meets Kakashi when they're both really young. Kakashi has a new best friend, but Sakumo (who knows all about fairies and their tricks, after the naga prince Orochimaru disappeared and broke his heart) is concerned. So, he asks to meet Obito, and is surprised that instead of a tricky fae he's just been tackled into the sand by a hyper child of the sea.
I TOTALLY MEANT THIS TO BE LIKE 600 WORDS WTF. OOPS??
Sakumo is just a little worried,
He stands on the porch
overlooking the crooked path down to the sea, twisting the chain of the pendant
he normally wears around his fingers. It’s a bad habit, and he always thinks he
might be loosening the setting, twisting the metal out of shape. Thinks of one
day reaching down to touch it and finding the ruby gone, lost forever along the
paths he walks. His heart clenches just imagining it, this last gift gone and
never to return, just like the sly, beautiful, cunning prince who once pressed
it into his hands.
That’s the reason he’s fretting
over Kakashi, really. He’s seen the signs—bits of coral, sea glass from far
shores, shells that can only be found in the deepest places, pearls larger and
brighter than any that land-dwellers can reach without dying in the process. He’s
found bits of seaweed in Kakashi’s hair, swept the sand from his room in the
mornings when he knows it had been
clean the night before. Watched the way he eyes the ocean as it breaks, with something
very much like longing.
Sakumo’s sword rests on the
chair behind him, cleaned and polished to a mirror shine. He hasn’t carried it with
any regularity since Kakashi was born, but he keeps it in repair. There are too
many dangers not to, and sometimes he can earn a few coins guarding a traveler on
their way. It’s not something he wants to use now, in any way, but if Kakashi’s
safety is on the line, he won’t allow himself to do anything less.
He thinks of Orochimaru, of
waking one morning to an empty bed and an empty home. It’s impossible to regret
any choices that gave him Kakashi, no matter how he still mourns both his wife,
a dear friend if nothing else, and the naga prince who stole his heart, but—
But he wants to save Kakashi the
grief that he’s felt all these years, of adoring a fey creature with a mind
half-full of magic and too many dreams that leave no room for more human kinds
Kakashi is stubborn, smart. He won’t
listen to Sakumo, not at first, but Sakumo has to try.
He hears footsteps in the dirt
of the path and drags his eyes up from the ruby in his fist. Kakashi a coming,
steps light, a smile on his face and a string of fish dangling over one
shoulder. They’re not fish that swim anywhere near these shores, but Sakumo smiles
regardless, waves to his son, and allows himself to enjoy the way Kakashi lights
up a little when he sees him.
“Kakashi,” he says warmly,
leaning down to offer a hand up onto the porch, since Kakashi rarely deigns to
approach from the front and use the stairs. “Did you have a good day?”
“It was decent,” Kakashi says
decisively. There’s a flower tucked behind his ear, one the grows near the
mouth of the river that empties into the sea. It’s a fair distance from the
house, and worry twinges at Sakumo’s chest again. Too far for him to hear a
call for help, should it come.
When he manages to wrestle the
feeling under control, Kakashi is watching, dark eyes faintly narrowed. “Are
you okay, Dad?” he asks, tipping his head. “You look like a constipated frog.”
There’s nothing in the world
better for the ego, Sakumo thinks wryly, than having children. “I’m fine, cub. Just—wondering
if you’ll ever introduce my to your new friend.”
Kakashi blinks, but doesn’t bother
asking how he knows. For a brief second, he glances down at the ruby pendant Sakumo
is holding, then away, and says with perfect disinterest, “If I’d known you
wanted to meet an idiot like him, I would have introduced you weeks ago.”
An idiot? Sakumo raises a brow,
but doesn’t try to argue; this is already more of a concession than he
expected, honestly. “Well, maybe I was waiting for you to bring him up,” he
says mildly, tries to inject it with the crushing
parental disapproval via sigh that his own mother always used to devastating
effect, and apparently doesn’t do too badly given the way Kakashi winces.
“It wasn’t a secret,” his son tells him witheringly. “And
besides, I don’t have to tell you everything.”
Sometimes, Sakumo is absolutely,
entirely certain that he won’t survive Kakashi’s teenage years. If he’s already
like this at seven, there’s no hope left at all.
“No,” he agrees, and keeps his
tone light. “Of course you don’t. But I like knowing about what makes you happy,
There’s a long pause as Kakashi stares
at him, evaluating his sincerity. Then he nods once, decisively, and says, “He
should still be near the beach, because he’s a loser who never gets anywhere on
time. You can meet him now.” He hurries inside, leaving the door swinging, to
lay the fish on the counter, and Sakumo takes the opportunity to belt his sword
around his waist and clasp his pendant back around his neck. Kakashi will
notice it—Kakashi notices everything,
much to his chagrin—but he probably won’t say anything.
Then the rapid footsteps are
back, and Kakashi takes a flying leap off the porch to land in the sun-gold
grass. “Come on, Dad,” he says impatiently, looking like he’s going to dart
back and start tugging at Sakumo’s belt the way he did when he was younger. “Before
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Sakumo
protests, stepping down and following Kakashi’s path as he hurries back down
the hill. Ignoring the track, Kakashi takes the shortcut across the stream,
then down the steepest part of the incline, and hits the dune well ahead of Sakumo,
who isn’t quite reduced to running just yet. He watches his son disappear
around the edges of the dune, and when he rounds it Kakashi is already halfway
to the water, though he’s finally walking again.
“Idiot!” Kakashi calls, pitched
to annoy, impatient as anything, and Sakumo strangles a groan. The very least Kakashi could do not to get killed
by a magical creature would be refraining from insulting it, so of course throwing
around insults is the very first thing Kakashi does. It’s probably how he
introduced himself, knowing him.
“I’m not an idiot, you jerk!” a
voice shouts back. Young, Sakumo thinks with some surprise as he scans the
water. There’s a flash of iridescent scales among the waves, and the next time
one breaks it leaves a shape behind. A long, looping tail, dark blue with a
sheen of orange-gold scattered throughout, flared, feathery fins streaked with the
same colors, pale skin, dark hair chopped short. A siren boy, just pulling himself
up on the sand, and the soldier in Sakumo is assessing, calculating, weighing
the risk of a child who clearly hasn’t even managed to change forms yet.
The rest of Sakumo wonders what
a siren boy, so young and without mastery of his own power, is doing alone on
the surface, far, far away from any siren chorales.
Then he turns, pushing himself
up to sit as he twists to face Kakashi, and Sakumo’s eyes track over the deep
scars all up and down his right side. Cold certainty sets into his bones, and
he releases the hilt of his sword as if it’s burned him. Sirens are vain to a
fault, and scarred chorale members are usually driven out.
Gods, but how long has this boy
been alone, cast out and thinking himself unwanted?
Kakashi and the siren are still
bickering when Sakumo makes his way over to them, and it sounds angry and
cutting and irritated, but Sakumo knows his son better than that. Kakashi looks
fond, and even if Sakumo doesn’t know
the other boy, he’s fairly sure that light in his eyes is the very furthest
thing from hate.
“—wouldn’t have bothered,” Kakashi
is just huffing when Sakumo nears. “But my dad
wanted to meet you, and he’s the only reason I—”
“Your dad?” the siren
interrupts, and his dark eyes are wide with excitement, clearly not taking any
of Kakashi’s bluster to heart. “He wanted to meet me?”
“Of course I did,” Sakumo says
lightly, and smiles as both boys jerk around to look at him.
“So slow,” Kakashi complains, crossing his arms over his chest. “Dad
this is Obito. He’s an idiot, so don’t listen to anything he says.”
Sakumo rolls his eyes, just a
little, but crouches down so that Obito won’t have to crane his neck looking up
at him. “It’s nice to meet you,” he says warmly, watching those black eyes
widen, and gods, the boy is adorable. Especially for a flesh-eating,
sailor-drowning monster of the depths, but, well. No one’s perfect, and if Obito
hasn’t drowned Kakashi yet the world at large is probably safe. On instinct, he
reaches out, ruffling wet hair a little, and offers, “Would you like me to
carry you up the hill so you can eat dinner with us? Those fish—you must be the
one who caught them, right?”
Without warning, Sakumo’s arms are
suddenly full of wet skin and slick scales as a baby siren wraps his arms
around his neck and hugs him tightly. Sakumo overbalances, too startled to make
a sound, but Obito doesn’t let go; if anything he clings tighter, and says in a
tone that’s close to desperate, “Thank
you! Yes! Yes, I really, really want to!”
Sakumo chuckles, picking himself
up out of the sand. “Of course. The least I could do for someone who caught us
such a fine dinner,” he says lightly. He gets an arm around Obito’s back, the
other underneath the glittering tail, and hefts him up.
The fin still curls on the
ground, and he hesitates, not wanting to drag it through the prickly grass, but
before he can say anything Kakashi heaves a disgusted sigh and stalks over,
hefting the feathery end up in his arms. “Can we just get this over with?” he
demands, though Sakumo can see his cheeks are a little flushed.
“Bakashi,” Obito complains, flicking
his tail slightly, and Kakashi makes a deeply offended noise as it slaps him in
Sakumo hides a grin. That’s certainly not how he and Orochimaru interacted.
And…maybe it’s selfish of him, but he’s a little glad Obito doesn’t have a chorale
to go back to, that he’s alone. Maybe he won’t disappear on Kakashi just when
he thinks their happiness is assured.
Before he can ask how in the
world they met, small fingers are at his throat, touching the ruby there
lightly. There’s a soft sound of wonder, and Obito looks up at him, expression
startled. “This is the same necklace the trapped prince is wearing,” he says. “How
does a human have it?”
Sakumo would swear his heart entirely
“Trapped?” he croaks when he can finally manage to draw even a
partial breath again.
Obito tips his head, like the question
confuses him. “Yeah. He’s been sleeping at the bottom of the forest river since
before I was born. My selkie friend says her mom told her there was a battle with
the sea witch Danzō, and an earth goddess and holy monk helped the prince but
even though they defeated Danzō he trapped them in the forest.”
Nine years. Nine years Orochimaru
has been trapped and sleeping and waiting to be rescued, so close at hand, but—Sakumo
He looks towards the forest, a
dark shadow on the horizon, and takes a breath.
Well. It looks like his sword is
going to see a bit of use after all.