hello! i couldn't help but notice that you write for luis serra :o..... could i perhaps request him with an artist S/O with luis as their muse? drawing luis and painting portraits of him while he poses for them? thanks so much and i hope you have a good day!!!
Aha i dont read fanfic anymore or engage with fandom culture beyond writing stuff myself, but this is the 4th or so request for luis in a day. is there a drought???? what are they doing to you sweet girls (gn)??? why are they keeping you starved? Sorry this is shortttttt idk much about luis since i havent played separate ways. 3hrs of ada wong?? ew. no. im good thanks. wowwwwowowowow, luis is prettyyyyyy you chose very welll gah dam. THAT JACKET?? THE HAIR??? THOSE BEAUTIFUL EYES?????? OH Luis Serra, the queen diva cvnt serve you were ARE. ehe im still not good at taking instructions. i get an idea in my head and run with it and end up forgetting the og prompt lol soz
Luis Serra x GN!Artist!Reader
RE4R
Fluff, Angst End
"Paint me like one of your French señoras, Querido." Luis joked.
Y/N snickered, adjusting their sketchbook to help them get a better angle on Luis' illustrated hair "Yes, I often paint with pencils."
"Sí, the best paint is no paint at all." He nodded, grinning. "Less mess."
The setting sun illuminated his tan skin with an ethereal glow, he seemed almost otherworldly. Especially with that obnoxiously charming smirk he always had when his artist needed a muse. He rested his head on his fist and gazed lovingly towards them while they bit their lip, focusing on a specific spot. "Eres hermosa." Luis hummed after several minutes of silence "Te amo, mi querido."
Y/N rolled their eyes, but couldn't hide the adoring smile only Luis managed to wrangle out of them "I love you too, Casanova."
~~
Weeks later, Y/N was trying out new paints for the first time in their small art studio. Hunched over the once white table trying to figure out how gouache works, they found themselves fixated on getting the colours of Luis' nose when suddenly, they were pulled from their thoughts by his arms wrapping around their torso and nuzzling against their neck "Ah, I do love seeing myself through your eyes, mi amor."
They dabbed a small glop of violet paint onto his cheek "You just like looking at your own face."
"Hey!" Luis chuckled as he pulled away and wiped his cheek with a tissue found on Y/N's desk "Su magnífico! I can't help it!" He ruffled their hair "You're worse than me. You can't judge."
"I'm an artista! I get a pass." Y/N stood from their chair to focus on Luis. In response, he wrapped his arms around their waist and let his hands to rest on their ass. Y/N rolled their eyes, muttered "Pervertido." under their breath, but allowed it anyway.
"¿Pervertido?" He grinned, shaking his head "No, soy un amante."
Y/N raised their arms to wrap around his neck, laid their head on his shoulder and breathed in his scent. Cigarette smoke. Cedarwood. Lime. Whiskey. Home. Moments passed in silence, they eventually began to sway in one another's arms "¿Cariño?" Luis broke the stillness with a voice so full of love it was rough and hoarse, a little scared of what was to come "I must leave for a few months."
"Mierda. Months, really?" They puled their head away to look him in the eye "For work?"
Luis gave a small, sympathetic smile "Sí, mi dulce paloma. Work." upon seeing the dejected look in those beautiful eyes he held so dearly, he forced his own face to lighten up so they wouldn't be so blue "Don't you worry though, your big, strong, handsome man will find his way back home to you. Lots of in his pocket." He leant down to kiss their forehead "And maybe a ring too, if you want..."
The sudden proposal caused a short circuit in Y/N's brain for a second "Eh..." They began, shaking their head to clear it "A-Are you..." they giggled, unsure of what they just heard "Are you proposing to me right now?"
"Sí, cariño!" Luis beamed, "I go, do my job, and come back home, marry you same day." He fiddled with the hair framing his lovers beautiful face "If you want such a thing with me...?"
Y/N rolled their eyes, but couldn't even try to contain their smile "Shush, you know how bad I want that, don't play coy."
The gentleman huffed a small laugh through his nose "Mis disculpas, amor. I shouldn't have asked such a stupid question. Who wouldn't want to be mine?"
"Hush, you." They pressed an adoring kiss against his smug lips "You like yourself too much."
Luis pulled back a teeny bit, feigning offence "I don't think it's too much. I think it's perfectly justified actually, hermosa."
The couple laughed just a little, taking the time while they had it, holding one another close. When they parted, Luis took a seat nearby his darling's desk and posed for them, replicating the position and expression depicted on the page near identically.
The afternoon after, Y/N had Luis close his eyes and reach out his hands, where they gave him something they'd been working on for his birthday since he would be gone on the day, "For luck," they'd said. It was a handmade, hand embroidered beautiful brown leather coat, to keep him warm and beautiful. He loved it, he loved who made it, he was so full of love just holding it.
They had a week before Luis left, and they spent it more romantically than they would on average. Dancing by candlelight, cooking together, reading with the other persons head on their shoulder, they even went window shopping for wedding outfits, for flowers, for rings, everything they'd have once he returned.
~~
He never did.
Not his body.
Not his jacket.
Not even just his lighter.
He was gone.
The only proof he'd ever lived at all was his love.
They kept him alive, that was evidence.
He existed.
He was real. It wasn't a mirage.
But memory fades, its nature to do so.
And with age, his face went too. His nose wasn't he same, the eyes changed colour a hundred times, his hair was never consistent.
One day, maybe he'd come back clearer than ever, maybe they'd remember his laugh again, his smile, and the repertoire of pet names.
Maybe one day an American agent would knock on the door and express his condolences, hand them a ring and say "He wanted you to have this." Share his final moments with them, bring them comfort.
Maybe one day.
For now he was just paint on a canvas. Pencils on paper. Muscle memory.
fucked that you can’t fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle
Now that we have gotten our new update on motm and finally seen how Bendy went about Dyle's death, I fear I finally feel the effort to yap about how I see it.
So first off, I grew up with a parent who almost died, and ended up surviving. So from a certain area, I can understand Bendy's perspective. He's sick. He's going to die. And yet, there's hope. For once in his entire life there's a tiny little ounce of hope that he's holding onto for dear life.
So he's going to be selfish.
When you find something that you've finally come to terms with being gone, you're going to be selfish. When you find something that's going to let you live? You're going to be very selfish. His actions with Dyle were born out of selfishness. You see it clearly when he says, "I want to live." He isn't wasting his only chance on a person he just met. Nor is he risking the life of his brother. Because realistically, if he had stopped to help Dyle, he would've died. And personally, I don't think that Boris would survive truly losing Bendy after they've just found hope.
Now, does that mean I condone what bendy did? No. His actions were supposed to be inherently bad. They weren't supposed to be defended, because at the end of the day, he's supposed to be realistic. And realistically? Would any of you do any different? Would you give up your chance to live for someone you barely know? I can answer that, because honestly no one would.
That was the point of that moment.
And you can see that he doesn't just shrug it off. It's plaguing him, even moments after. The fact that he let someone die just for himself (and reasonably, his brother as well) is taking a toll on him. Because he's coming to terms with his selfishness. And the important thing is whether or not Bendy will allow this selfishness to fester, or to destroy it.
I literally loved him. Like, more than words could EVER fucking describe. He was my entire world, he was literally everything to me. I wanted to graduate with him, I wanted to marry him, I wanted to have stupid ugly couches with him, I WANTED A FUCKING KID WITH HIM. And he said he can't choose me. He said he literally can't.
I chose him every single day for a year and four months. I chose HIM. Not anyone else, just him. I did what I thought he would enjoy, I did what made him happy, and I did my fucking best. I wasn't perfect, I KNOW I wasn't perfect. But that didn't matter to him. None of it did. And it was a waste of fucking time.
And now, he's reached out to several of my exes, is DATING the guy I found out he literally was cheating on me on, and he had the audacity to stalk my accounts. To try and understand MY mind. No. He lost that fucking choice. He lost that the second he couldn't choose me.
I don't blame him for that. I never could. Choosing people is hard, and if he couldn't keep doing that I wouldn't blame him. But stalking me? But sending his friends to stalk me? But cheating on me? But reaching out to my exes from years ago to get dirt on me? That I can hate him for. And I do.
But I hate the fact that my heart still beats for him more. If I could, I'd carve it out and mail it to him so I could finally get rid of every hold he had on me. But I can't. I can claw at my skin, I can scream, I can cry. But I can't get rid of him. He'll haunt me until one day he doesn't. And I don't know if that day will ever come.
guys how do u get girls if youre a chopped tguy who looks like a lesbian and also youve been in a situationship because the bisexual youre into cant decide if shes ready to date or not and youve also been friendssince 6th grade and also shes suicidal lowkey
As an ex chronic situation ship person who is also a chopped tguy, you lowkenuinely have to collect all people you're remotely interested in and then make them fight to the death and whoever wins gets your love bequeathed upon them
Breakups are actually the worst. Now there's a guy out there who knows my deepest darkest intricacies, and yet I'll never look him in the eyes again, nor will I ever get to hold his hand. I know how he tastes when he kisses me and it doesn't even matter anymore. I know what songs make him cry and what songs make him laugh, and now I have no reason to know it anymore. He's just a person who's touched every single one of my scars and never once flinched. Did he have to suck? Did I have to ruin everything?
