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๐ Little Snippet: I am a self-taught artist; I've been drawing for as long as I can remember. I've taken drawing more seriously when I was a teen. For the longest time I would just draw Sonic the Hedgehog. It was until I got into anime that I started to draw in that style. Hands are a weakness of mine as they are either a hit or a miss. I learn as I go, lol. I'm still trying to figure out what works for me.
๐ฆ Type of Art: I draw traditionally and digitally. I prefer to draw traditionally because... I just love how it looks, lol. Honestly, my shading is better when I draw in a sketchbook. I'm still figuring out how to shade digitally, especially the clothes. I only draw anime. I draw what I am into or characters I find interesting, even if I don't know them or the anime. What you expect to see on here: High-Rise Invasion/Tenkuu Shinpan and Resident Evil fanart. I'm dedicating my Tumblr to those respective fandoms as of right now. Maybe some Legend of Zelda. <3
๐ Commissions? No. Requests? Also no.
๐ Favorite Anime (Bold = Finished):
High-Rise Invasion / Tenkuu Shinpan (read manga and watched show)
Haikyuu!!
Demon Slayer (read manga and finishing show)
My Hero Academia (I like MHA for what it is. I'm not a part of the cringe that some fans bring to it)
Naruto
Aggretsuko
Death Note
Soul Eater
Way of the House Husband
Pokรฉmon
Seven Deadly Sins
Ouran High School Host Club
Fruits Basket (OG)
Fruits Basket (Remake)
Monthly Girls Nozaki-kun
๐ฆ I have favorite movies, but that list can go on, lol.
๐ Favorite Games (Bold = Finished)
Legend of Zelda (TP, BotW, SS, WW, OoT, MM, TotK)
Fire Emblem (Awakening, Birthright/Conquest/Revelation, Three Houses, Three Hopes, Engage)
Trying to recall what Iโm into nowadays so I can draw again. This artistโs block and my lack of motivation is just frustrating. Like Iโm ready to draw but once I set myself up to do the drawing, Iโm already packing up my things and call it quits, lol.
I blame work. It makes me too tired to do my favorite things in life.
For the time being Iโm trying to catch up on reading and gaming. At least Iโm motivated to do at least that. ๐ฉท๐ธ๐
I drew this some time ago and colored it, but the colors were solid with no shading. Couldnโt stand it, so I recolored it and gave the piece more depth, lol. I like it a lot better now. Getting back into MHA. Dabi is one of my favs.
This was the first (and rather lazy) version of it. I scrapped it thankfully, but Iโll put it up here too.
Sniper Mask and Kuon both agreed to take a break and have lunch. To respect Kuon's feelings and wishes, Sniper suggested they sit together with their backs touching. That way, he knew she was close and safe, and she had no clear view of his face while they ate. Why Kuon didnโt want to see his face still remained a mystery to the sniper. Even though he reassured her that it didnโt look bad.
Ten minutes pass.
Kuon: *Begins nervously* Mr. Mask? I've changed my mind.. I actually want to see your face.
Sniper Mask: *Surprised* Really? Are you sure? You've been so set on not seeing my face since we first met.
Kuon: I know I said I wanted to wait until I freed you of your curse, but I think it wouldn't hurt if I snuck in a little peek.
Sniper Mask: I mean, if you're really sure. You don't have to force yourself.
Kuon: No, I want to.
Sniper Mask nodded to himself as he set his food down. He told Kuon that on a count of three they would both turn at the same time and face each other.
Sniper Mask: Okay, ready? 1.. 2.. 3!
Kuon and the sniper both turn, but when he got a good look at her face, he was very disappointed.
Sniper Mask: Uh.. Kuon? You have to open your eyes to see actually see my face.
Kuon: I-I know that- I.. I just can't bring myself to open them..
Sniper Mask: A part of me knew this was going to happen.
In the end, Kuon never got to see her angel's face. At least not yet.
I actually like this short snippet. It makes me smile a lot, lol. I missed writing Kuniper. Iโm trying to finish my one fic but Iโm clearly stuck on it. I want to make art, but my lack of motivation is depriving me.
WC; 1.3k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; no warnings, giyuu kills a demon infront of us, reader is his wife, giyuu is distant + more?
*เฉโฉโงโห๐ ๐ธ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฎ๐ฏ :: (filled request) Heyy, i was wondering if you could write a request with tomioka giyuu and reader where they are married/dating but hes really distant with her. One night she gets attacked either by a demon or someone breaking in ๐คทโโ๏ธ and he saves her and like after that its all yours. โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ - @toastytoes0
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Giyuu was never really the talkative type, even when the two of you had finally gotten together, and then married, he was still the reserved, few-word type, and his words still both carried an obvious sense of retraction. He used to converse with you more often when the two of you were just in your girlfriend and boyfriend stage, but now, he's fully withdrawn, barely speaking to you, his wife, who waits for him patiently for him every night.ย
Not to say he didn't care-you knew that much, he did in his own little ways. But his aloofness, sometimes felt like an insurmountable weight on your chest at moments in time when the warmth of him would have sufficed.ย
On missions, he would disappear from your shared house and return with even fewer words. His eyes were always clouded by something which one could never quite decipher. When you were catering to his injuries, only a few words came from his mouth at best, other than that, it was just soft hisses slipping from his mouth due to the disinfectant.ย
You reached for him, over and over, trying to bridge the gap between you and him, but so often it was as if you just wasn't quite in reach. The nights had been the most difficult. He'd lie beside you, his body would be quite stiff which made you always have a welling guilt bubble up in you as if you did something wrong. But, it was as if he were afraid that even in his sleep he might accidentally draw too close.
The house was creepily silent that night, the kind of silence that stood the hair at the back of one's neck on end. Giyuu had left earlier that day for a mission and was not expected to return until morning. You were used to being alone, but that night felt off. There was a tension hanging in the air, an apparent aura of danger that you couldn't shake.
You were okay. There is wisteria incense burning outside, so you're okay.
You shook off the eeirer feeling, deciding to busy yourself with tasks that would take your mind off the sensation. However, no matter how much you busied yourself, that feeling of worry continued to grow stronger in your gut. A deep and shaky breath leaves your mouth as you calm yourself down. YOu then continued with busting yourself. But then, you found yourself looking out the window, watching as the shadows got longer due to the moon.
That feeling of being watched never left.
You decided to retire to bed, praying that sleep would take you first before anxiety could really set in.
As you lay out your shared futon, and snuggle into the sheets, pulling the blanket up to your nose you found yourself unable to sleep, the pounding of your heart was too loud to sleep. And so, midnight came, and your heart wasn't slowing down. Well into midnight, you heard it, and that's a shaky, quiet gasp that slips past your mouth due to the soft creaking of a floorboard and the gentle rustle of movement. Freezing, your heart pounded inside the chest. Someone-or something-was inside the house.
You had barely time to react when, with a burst of speed, your bedroom door swung open: a huge, dark figure filled the doorway, while its silhouette was poorly outlined by the faint moonlight that filtered through the window. Your body instinctively curled up while the figure moved towards you, the gleam of a weapon visible, and you knew you were in grave danger.
But before the figure could get any closer, a blur of movement shot through the room. A clanging sound of metal to metal echoed within the small room, followed by an anguished grunt. You look up in time and see Giyuu- his katana gleaming in the moonlight-fighting off your attacker with the precision you had never seen before.
His calm had turned into something feral, something terrifying. The air around him is filled with raw power as he subdued the demon in quick succession, his blade cutting through the night like a razor through silk. It was over in a matter of seconds. The figure slumped to the ground, dead, and Giyuu stood over them, as they disintegrated into the air.
For several moments, neither of you budged. Then suddenly, as if snapped out of his trance, Giyuu turned to you, his eyes wide with emotion-illegible to you. Letting his sword fall to the ground, he whirled himself up to his feet and ran toward your side. The clatter of his sword against the floor sent an echo through the room.
Are you hurt?" His voice was rough with urgency that made your heart ache. He reached out, his hands trembling with uncertainty over where to touch you.
You shook your head wordlessly. The shock from the attack and suddenly seeing your generally so-distant husband was too much to absorb all at once, and you found yourself reduced to staring up at him, brimming with tears.
Giyuu's face softened at the sight of you, his hand finally coming up to rest against your cheek. The warmth touching you sent a shiver running down your back, you leaned into the touch, desperate for any comfort you could recieve.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, voice breaking, "I'm so sorry.
You'd blinked, thrown by the raw vulnerability lacing each word. Giyuu had never apologized much less voice himself so candidly. The distance he had kept from you felt like a chasm now, one he tries to bridge yet didn't know how.
"Why?" you croaked out, voice shaking. "Why have you been so distant?
Giyuu's hand on your cheek had tightened slightly, his thumb stroked the tear that had escaped your eye. "I... I thought it was for the best. I did not want to hurt you one day, that I have been killed on a mission, and never returned to you. I thought it was best to distance myself, so that maybe if that did happen, it would hurt you less."
You shook your head, a sob escaping your lips. "But you're my husband Giyuu, and I want to share that burden with you, be there for you, no matter how dark it will be.
His eyes, too, seemed to search yours for something-assurance, maybe; absolution? "In a way," he whispered, so low. "I was afraid-afraid that if I did, I'd lose you."
You reached out with your free hand and gently touched his, your fingers intertwining with his. "You won't lose me," you promised, trying to keep your voice steady when it was still quivering from the falling tears. "But you will if you keep pushing me away."
Giyuu nodded, his eyes at last shining with unshed tears as his faรงade cracked. He pulled you close to him, clasping you tightly against his chest, as if he really did fear you would disappear should he let go. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent as you let yourself finally relax in the circle of his arms.
For the first time since the two of you had been together, Giyuu wasn't distant; it was as if the walls he built up in his head finally crumbled down, showing behind them a man just as scared-just as vulnerable-as yourself. He hugged you like you were the most precious thing in the world, and in this moment, you knew things would go differently from here on out.
Giyuu stayed with you all night, never once letting go of your hand. You spoke-really spoke-for what must have felt like an eternity. He confides in you about his fears and you in turn comfort him, reminding him that he isn't alone anymore, he no longer needed to carry that weight by himself anymore.
Giyuu leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, his lips staying there.
"I'll protect you," he whispered low, the brim of his words spilling over with love as you finally fell asleep in his arms for the first time in forever. "I'll always protect you."
And for the first time, you did
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