#artistic reader

[graciedollie]

Hii, sorry for sending so many requests but you have the best writing on this app and I can't imagine asking for anyone else. I would like you to do one in which the reader is an artist who makes Brazilian "baroque" paintings, but is embarrassed to show them because they are very expressive, until Grayson sees one of them and is amazed, sorry for the very specific request!, I saw your other one chefGrayson's post and wanted to order one too do this in your own time!❤️‍🩹

Grayson x Artist!Reader

warnings:nothing too drastic honestly, completely sfw and takes place in modern au

a/n: sorry for not posting a whole lot, just been burnt out and busy handling school :( hope you enjoy bby

you were a bit embarrassed with the art you’ve created. People would have a tendency to say your art piece is too…’expressive’ or ‘too out there for their liking’—which you wanted them to be expressive. baroque paintings have always caught your heart and you’ve spent long periods of time trying to conjure a beautiful piece similar to that; specifically the Brazilian Baroque painting styles. It brought you a sense of comfort and tranquility whenever you would just let your mind take over the brush and just relax.

It felt as if art was your place of sanctuary (that is when someone did open their mouth with nagging about how your art is too expressive and explicit)

It took you a while to become more comfortable at sharing your art, especially to the great world of social media. You would start to, first, post your artwork on tiktok. It went ok, but you would have some comments, such as: “oh…” “oh! that’s not…” “oh honey no.” and etc. It was tiktok for fuck’s sake, what did you expect. It was a little downing to have comments like that, but you would have other comments that would hype your artwork and even encourage you to post more, which you did, but you were just a bit hesitant..

A few days would go to pass and you’d become more comfortable with sharing your art on other platforms, tiktok, facebook, etc. You name it. Ofc there were some slightly mean comments, but you’ve gotten more positive ones and it made you feel a whole less shitty about what you were passionate about. Seeing the lovely comments showing you love and support with your art, that would be deemed as too expressive, made you feel so soooo much better and you couldn’t be more grateful for the support <3!!

Despite some of the comments being complete assholes.

One day, you needed to get some pain and brushes for this new artwork you wanted to try out and you were honestly ecstatic about it!! You stop by a new shop that seller some of the best paint called ‘Artistic Haven’. You’ve passed it multiple times, but never really had the chance to stop by—and boy did you wish you did sooner.

As you stumble into the nice shop with a sense of lavender and shaved wood hitting your nose, enjoying the warm aroma wafting to your nose. A woman, who appeared to be much older, turned to you with a welcoming smile etched on her lips—causing pretty smile lines to grace her skin. “Well, hello, Dear. How can I be of help, hm?” Her voice was raspy and husky, loving the way she used the sweet name in such a tone.

You’d tell her the stuff you needed and she was happy to help you pick out what you needed. As she was doing so, she couldn’t help but notice the way you would stare at her for longer than a couple seconds, but she just brushed it off with a chuckle “So, if I may ask, what do you like to paint, hm? I’m sure a woman as yourself can really create some great stuff, yes?” She had a sweet smile etched on her lips as her brow was raised while she handed you the items necessary—oil paint, new canvases, and other miscellaneous.

It felt like you were out on the spotlight with the sudden ask, but it was not big deal. You just felt a bit off since you knew how people would react if they saw your artwork and you did not want to embarrass yourself on the fine morning of 10:54 am. Though, she seemed sweet enough and wouldn’t judge—hopefully. “I, um…I actually like to paint Brazilian baroque paintings. I just like to recreate some or just do some on my own..” You admitted with a sheepish smile, noticing the way her brows raised with curiosity and was intrigued. “Mm, that’s sounds quite nice. Do you have any photos of your work? If it’s not an issue, I’d like to see.”

You could practically feel the stupid grin appearing on your face atp.

Your breath hitched your throat at her words before giving her a firm nod with a sheepish smile as you pulled your phone out, showing her the various amount of work you’ve created and poured tears and sweat in. Your eyes darted between the phone and her, trying to gauge her expression as she squinted her eyes to see the many of pictures. With a couple of minutes looking, an approved hum slipped from her lips as she gave you a sweet smile, “These pieces are absolutely gorgeous. You definitely have a gift, dear.”

She couldn’t help but adore the way you really captured that baroque style. The use of contrast, intense emotion, grandeur, and the way you drew the naked body gracefully. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t find your art absolutely stunning and very telling. She absolutely loved seeing how much dedication and effort into such a art piece—even the difficult ones. She loved to see one who shows effort and dedication to something they love and express themselves into. That’s what art mean to her, even though she didn’t do much painting herself.

The way her eyes stared into yours and the sound of her voice practically praising you, it felt as if your stomach would explode with the amount of fluttering that was occurring. A small chuckle slipped from your lips as you put your phone away, shrugging with a soft scoff. “Thank you…i’ve just been hesitant on showing people my work..” “Why is that, if I may ask?”

You glanced over at her as you two began to walk over to the register to check all your items, chuckling nervously as you shrugged again, “They’re too…expressive. That’s what people say most of the time.” She started to scan your items with quick precision before bagging them up and handing over the bag with a warm smile. “They’re expressive in the best way. You’ve got a precious gift, love and a good heart also. Your art only captures the beauty of things on the deeper end and that what makes art ‘art’, my dear.”

You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t want to just hug her right then and there, because you did. This random lady just gave you the most encouraging words and she probably doesn’t even realize it. A stupid grin tugged at your lips as you took your bag, looking over at her with a softened gaze. “Ya know, rather you realize it or not, you’ve certainly made my week.” Your words earned a hearty chuckle from her, feeling the way your heart quickened at the sound.

“That so? I’m honored to do such.” She leaned against the counter with a small smirk etched on her face, scanning over you with an observing gaze. You bit your lip as you fought to not embarrass yourself and you barely managed. “You have a name?” You mentally slapped yourself. Of course she had a damn name. She chuckled softly at your words, “Grayson, dear. And yours?” You told her your name and she gave a warm smile, “a pretty name for a pretty lady as yourself.”

oh yeah, you’d definitely be coming back again and again.

this might’ve been a bit shitty but we’re slowly gettin back in the groove 🫶🏾 hope you enjoyed bby’s!!

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

alright so daryl x reader who draws a lot, and one day he sees their sketchbook on a table or something : when he flips through the pages he finds a lot of drawings of him (not in a creepy way lmao)

ofc he gets flustered because they’re just friends right?? but it somehow leads to them admitting their feelings :)

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💿 now playing: Locked Out of Heaven - Bruno Mars

pairing. daryl dixon x plus size!reader

era. season 4

wordcount. 902

summary. you liked drawing pretty things, and daryl was just so damn interesting.

warnings. none!

۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | i was very excited to write this! it's honestly such a cute idea, especially since i made the reader's love language drawing him, and even her confession was a piece of art.

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You didn’t know why, but Daryl was so fun to draw; with all his wrinkles and expressions, the indents of scars and beauty marks that marred his aged skin, the little details of him that caught your eye were enamoring.

You hadn’t noticed how many pages Daryl had started to take up before it was time for you to get a new sketchbook, so it was safe to say that your old one was well hidden under your pillow in your cell.

Your favorite time to draw him was when you were sitting on one of the benches in the prison yard, watching as he killed walkers that lined the fence, or embarrassingly enough, when he’d just stand there and eat.

Sketching him was your way of confessing to him, telling him that you thought he was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen, that he was perfectly imperfect to you, even if your courage would never allow you to do so.

Daryl was surprised to see your sketchbook sitting unsupervised on the table, seeing as though you always held it protectively in your hands, often shying away when people asked if they could see your drawings.

He wasn’t going to lie and say he wasn’t curious to, but he would never be brave enough to approach you and ask you to see something so intimate to you. He hesitantly picked up the leather-back notebook. He knew that you would be positively shitting yourself when you’d figure out that you didn’t have it, and in Daryl’s humble opinion, he was the most reliable person to get it to you.

Well, that’s what he thought.

He ended up dropping the flimsy thing, a silent ‘shit!’ slipping out through his lips as it fell on its back, opening up on a page with an image that looked eerily similar to him. His eyebrows furrowed as he bent down to pick it up, staring intently at the lines. It was him. He could recognize his own stance anywhere.

It was from earlier that day where he was standing next to Carol, hands clasped with a bowl as he chatted with the woman behind the grill.

The background was a practical reflection of the prison, the bodies of people sitting at tables were light strokes, even Carol was; it was made evident that he was the main focus of this piece. He couldn’t help himself as he flipped back a couple of pages, coming across many more pictures of him. He knew he should’ve found them creepy, maybe even a bit stalker-ish, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel that way, especially not when he felt so flattered.

He was certainly blushing, the butterflies in his stomach raging inside of him like an uncontrollable storm. He didn’t know what to do, nor begin to comprehend what any of the drawings meant. Of course, a part of wanted to believe that maybe you felt the same about him, that you found him as interesting as he found you, but that self-deprecating part of him that always seemed to win spoke louder, forcing him to snap the book shut and continue his search for you.

He found you in your cell where you had pretty much torn the place apart. Your pillow was laying limply on the floor, your sheets tossed on the ground as well, the drawers of the dresser you had found and put in your room – with Daryl’s assistance – had been ripped out, the objects inside of them strown in random places.

He called out your name as you turned to look at him sheepishly. “You alrigh’?” He asked in concern as he took in your once neat cell.

“Yeah, it’s just… I can’t find my…” Your eyes landed on your sketchbook that he was holding. “Book.” You ended breathlessly. His eyes followed yours where he gulped, extending out his hand.

“I uh- I found it sittin’ on top of one of the tables.” He said sheepishly as you took it out of his hand, your fingertips brushing his rough skin, leaving a tingling feeling behind in its wake.

“Oh, well, thank you for bringing it back to me.”

There was a beat of silence that passed.

“You didn’t… you didn’t look in it, did you?” You asked nervously. The looks that he gave you was one of guilt, the exact look you had feared the man would give you.

“I dropped it,” That was evident by the scuff marks your fingers trailed over on its spine. “And it jus’… opened up.” He explained.

Your anxiety threatened to swallow you whole as you thought of what to say, how to feel; should you explain yourself? But he looked inside of it which was an invasion of your privacy… but he said it was an accident, right?

“Did I creep you out?” You couldn’t help but ask. There was nothing you feared more than freaking out the guy you were in love with. If you had managed to scare the scruffy redneck away, you don’t know what you would do. “No, I- I liked ‘em. They were real nice.” You let out a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“I only draw people I like.” You made sure to add, which caused him to look at you with wide eyes.

“Not everyone gets that much detail.” You said teasingly.

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[zoeykallus]

Thank you so much for taking the time to write requests, you are so talented 💕 what about the bad batch (+ rex or howzer??) with an artistic reader? Like, one that sketches a lot during her free time. Maybe she teaches Omega how to sketch? Thank you 💕💕💕

Thanks for the compliment! Can't always do as many requests as I'd like to, unfortunately...

The Bad Batch x Artistic Reader HC's

Initial situation:

Clone Force 99 has temporarily landed on a forested moon. You should wait there for a handover. To kill time, you unpack your drawing pad for the first time in a long time. The Marauder against the backdrop of nature, a nice contrast you want to draw.

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Hunter

He sees you sitting on a rock near the ship with your drawing pad. He quietly approaches you to see what you are doing. Hunter is surprised to see you drawing, and for a long moment he silently watches you.

As you realize he is standing next to you, you look up at him.

"Sorry", he says, "Didn't want to disturb you. I just never saw you draw before"

You smile at him.

"I didn't have the time and rest to do so for a while. But while we are waiting here, I thought I give it another try"

Hunter looks at what you've done.

"That looks pretty awesome. I like the contrast of nature and machine"

Your smile widens.

"It's fascinating, isn't it?"

Hunter hums in approval and sits down next to you. There is something relaxing and calming about watching you draw. Now that he knows, he's going to watch you more often to calm down and still spend time with you.

When you start to teach Omega, he's smiling all over. It's so nice to see you two get along so well. It warms his heart.

Echo

You hear his voice behind you.

"I didn't know you are an artist"

You look over your shoulder with a little smile.

"It's a hobby, more or less. I've done this a lot more, a few years back, but there is not much rest and time these days to really focus on it"

Echo sits down next to you.

"Is it okay if I watch a little?"

You nod.

"Sure, if it's not getting boring for you"

Echo smiles and says, "It's actually pretty fascinating"

He watches your hand move, the lines you draw, the corrections you make, and it is like a Hypnosis. Echo is so focused on what you are doing, he forgets the world around you two.

Before he lost his arm, he was drawing too sometimes. Echo kind of misses it, but in some way, watching you do it, comforts him.

He tried it with his other arm, but it's not the same, he learned to do things with his other arm because he had to. But drawing was a somewhat different thing.

Echo never told you, he doesn't want pity. He's content with watching you draw.

Wrecker

"What ya doin' there, Mesh'la?"

"Drawing", you say with a smile.

Wrecker looks at your drawing pad and says, "Woah, that's lookin' really awesome!"

He gets all quiet and watches you in fascination. Wrecker is so fascinated with seeing the lines you draw becoming a picture. He's so focused he forgets why he came here to talk to you in the first place.

Hours might go by, without him saying a word. It's actually unusual for Wrecker to be so silent, especially for so long.

You almost forgot to that he is sitting right next to you when he suddenly asks, "Would you draw me too? Maybe with my brothers? You know as a memory"

You look up at him and say, "Sure, if we can find the time, I'd love to"

Wrecker smiles.

There are not many pictures of him and his brothers, and he thinks a drawing, made by you, would be even more personal and amazing to have as a memory.

Tech

Tech sees you sitting there, drawing. He's not approaching you right away. He goes back into the Marauder and when he comes back out, he has a drawing pad of his own.

He sits down right next to you.

"That looks wonderful", he says, looking at your drawing "The contrast of nature and machine is a fascinating choice"

You nod, then look at him with his drawing pad.

"You draw too?"

"Sometimes", he says, "I don't often get the time to do it"

"You never told me"

He cocks an eyebrow at you.

"You never told me either"

You chuckle, "Okay fair enough"

Softly kissing his cheek, you focus back on your drawing, as he suddenly returns the gesture. When you look up, you see he is slightly blushing. Considering how experimental and intense he can be in the sheets, it's fascinating again and again how shy he actually is.

You two draw for a good while and as you look over at his drawing you are pretty impressed. Tech's attention to detail is stunning, it's almost like a holo-image but better.

He says softly, "We should do this more often. It's relaxing, I can actually clear my head for a while"

Crosshair

"Drawing? Yet another talent of yours that I didn't know about"

You look up at him, surprised to see him. He was running errands and back earlier than expected. Crosshair sits down next to you, looking at your drawing.

"Hmm. Not bad", he mutters.

"Thanks"

His scrutinizing look makes you a little nervous. But after a while, you forget about him, because he is so quiet.

But then a breeze waves over a whiff of his aftershave and the smell tingles under your skin. You look up and Crosshair looks right into your eyes.

He smirks.

"I'm making you nervous?"

"A little"

"Still? In a good way?"

You shrug and say, "Sometimes"

Crosshair chuckles, "Well, I leave you to it then. Come see me when you're done."

He grabs your chin and presses a kiss to your lips, before getting up and leaving you to draw.

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*!*!* Steve With A S/O Who Likes To Draw & Paint *!*!*

Summary: Requested Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff

Steve really likes to see you drawing, always admiring your style.

He always brags about your artistic talent to his friends.

He will ask if you can draw him.

If you ever gave him a drawing, he will put it on his wall, no matter what, it is now his most important treasure ever.

He likes to bring you candy for you as energy boosts when your drawing.

He thinks its really cool how your creative in your way of drawing, how you draw certain things.

Definitely gets you new painting brushes & colours.

He definitely has some of your drawings in his car.

He can't draw shit himself, but he definitely tries to draw.

He probably can only draw like shapes, stick figures & hearts.

He also likes to talk about how talented you are, always praising you for your art.

Also if you ever needed something to draw off, he will definitely volunteer to being your muse.

He would definitely help you to rest after drawing, making you food, etc.

He thinks it's really important for you to hydrate when drawing, so he will always come with a glass of water for you.

Also he calls you Artsy, he thinks its a cute nickname since your a artist.

[xoxolovedlove]

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Lolol

Perhaps...not

Alhaitham x Reader

(Its the only title I could come up with I'll probably change it later or smth)

First time writing something so please don't judge too harshly, constructive criticism would be nice though!!

Gender neutral pronouns!!

Being born in Sumeru, Tevyats region of Wisdom, you had thought that perhaps your life would be filled with knowledgeable people who had freethinking opinions and subsequently people would respect those opinions

And for the most part it was true.

At least everyone except the people in Sumeru who enjoyed or participated in the arts.

And for someone who absolutely enjoyed and participated in the arts life in Sumeru was interesting to say the least.

Throughout your life people all around you told you how pursuing the arts was going to make you end up with a wasted life but you didn't falter you kept on with your life because you knew in your heart this was the thing you were meant to do with your life.

It didn't matter if no one believed in you.

It didn't matter if no one expected anything from you.

It didn't matter if no one would ever be proud of you.

Okay maybe that last one hurt your pride a bit but as you walked in the House of Daena searching for books on painting, dancing, anatomy, essentially anything you could get your hands on that perhaps even slightly mentioned the arts in any way and walked on with determination.

Until you tripped over something right in the middle of one of the sections in the library.

"You should watch where you're going."

You groaned in pain as you had fallen right on your face. After hearing that comment however, you got up in frustration and turned back and stared at a silver haired man who was crouching looking at what it seemed like a book on the history of language. He hummed, put back the book then got up from his crouching position and continued to search for whatever book he needed.

You were mad to say the least, the least the man could do was look at you in the eye, or no the least he could do was say sorry even if he didn't mean it. His foot being far too outstretched was the you tripped in the first place.

Your anger was rising steadily but you remained calm and forced a apologetic smile. He didn't look at you.

"Sorry, I'll be careful next time."

The man remained silent and continued looking for his book as you quickly made your escape from the embarrassment.

Looking through the ailes it was made apparent that you didn't know where to even start looking. The House of Daena is the largest library of all Tevyat and you were looking for a section based on the arts, which in Sumeru has in the past been deemed taboo and only recently with the takedown of the corrupt of the Six Great Sages and the freeing of Lesser Lord Kusanali had the arts been slowly been more integrated and accepted within Sumeru with the help of the Dendro Archon and the Grand Sage.

You sighed but kept going forward.

You decided the best plan on moving forward would be to look for a librarian or someone who at least knew the layout of the building enough to get a good place to start looking. You searched the library to find that even the librarian was hard to find and everyone else was studying for what you assumed was the final that you knew were coming up due to a friend mentioning it a week before.

You weren't gonna just walk up to a student who looked like they were about to pull their hair out for then to help you find a book.

You thought of the man who you tripped over and considered if he could help you but shook this thought away. The man couldn't even be bothered to look at you what made you think he would help you in any sort of way. You thought on it some more, you supposed he didn't exactly say those words to you with anger or disdain, in fact he didn't really sound impacted by your embarresing display at all, on this note you thought perhaps you should go ask him.

"You mind moving?"

Startled, you looked back to see the same man you thought of just before holding what you presumed the book he seemed to be looking for. You nodded dumbly and moved aside as he stared walked by you almost eyeing you.

As you watched him walk away, the urge to ask him grew stronger until you blurted out in.

"Could you help me find a book?"

He turned to look at you and sighed.

"What in particular are you looking for?" He said in a tone only what you would describe as someone who had no care in the world.

You dreaded this part.

"The arts section, if there is one-"

He stared at you. You nervously twiddled with your thumbs.

"Please...?"

He gestured for you to follow him and you hummed quietly to avoid the awkward silence that filled between you and him. The man despite leading you kept his eyes on his book while speeding past the library, almost like he knew the layout by heart.

He abruptly stopped and took his eyes of his book and looked at your very confused face.

"Is something the matter? Is the arts section not what you were looking for?" He said plainly.

You looked around and saw books, so many books, like way too many books. In Sumeru, the city of Wisdom that once outright banned the usage of the arts entirely had this many books on the arts. You shook your head.

"No I just-"

You paused in almost amazement.

"I didn't think there'd be this many in the city where the Arts was once a joke is all." You joyfully exclaimed.

"I mean look at this!" You waved your hands around toward the Arts section which was filled with tens maybe hundreds of shelves on the arts.

The man, who did as instructed, nodded.

"Yes it is quite impressive how quickly they've been able to begin the restoration of books on the arts with the help of Lesser Lord Kusanali-"

He closed his book and continued.

"I believe she told me that despite the arts being lesser known and cared for in Sumeru, it was still important to keep records and restore the history of the arts in Sumeru and all around the world as the House of Daena, being the largest library in all of Tevyat, not having an arts section was, in words, a bit silly. I agreed with her and now many books from around Tevyat stand in this library today and will continue to expand the more books collected and restored."

His information made your eyes widen.

It settled for a bit and it clicked that this man was the Grand Sage of Sumeru.

Of course you had heard of the new Grand Sage that was previous the Scribe of Sumeru. He had also been an excellent student in the Akademia and excelled in maybe all knowledge for all you knew. You also heard the rumors that he was a hard man to converse with, he was naturally cold and others said even demeaning to them.

And you tripped over him.

You shook your head at him and mumbled out almost incoherent apologies to the Grand Sage.

"I am so sorry for tripping over you and being upset with you Grand Sage-"

"Acting Grand Sage."

"Ah yes, Acting Grand Sage, if I'd known it was you I would've apologized more sincerely."

He waved his hand.

"Wait, you were upset with me?" He questioned.

You stopped your apologies and felt yourself shrink further, you wished you could dissappear at this very moment.

"Well yes I was upset with you, it was your foot that was needlessly outstretched for no reason." You mumbled out.

He stared for a while like he was trying to remember said foot being outstretched.

"No actually, if I remember correctly, and my memories never failed me up to this point, you tripped over one of my books I had set aside behind me." He stated factually.

The anger that previously died down earlier came back.

"No I know it was your foot because you moved it after I tripped."

He took a breath and started.

This debate, if you could even call it that, took some time as it was more of he said, they said. Afterward though, the conversations turned from anger to actual interest. At least from your point of view, he expressed his confusion on going into the arts and you explained it by matching his question. You questioned why he focused on linguistics and he said it felt foolish to study anything else which made you smile and told him that feeling in your heart (which he corrected you saying that emotions come from brain chemicals) is why you decided to pursue the arts.

This conversation switched from topic to topic, ranging from philosophical to psychological to even emotional topics at times as you walked together through the ailes picking apart the art books, while also picking the books you would check out.

Weirdly enough, despite being angry with the man before, it felt natural to talk to him. Maybe it was a little too natural because you didn't even realize hours passing just talking with the man.

Before you knew it, the library was going to close soon and you understood that your time with Al Haitham was coming to a bittersweet end.

"Ah I apologize for keeping you for so long Al Haitham it seems as though I couldn't stop talking." You said, a bit embarrassed.

He shook his head,

"No I actually enjoyed engaging conversation with you, despite pursuing the arts your actually quite inquisitive. Perhaps this is a sign I should expand my views further, mainly when thinking on the arts."

You smiled and looked at the books you held in your hands as you started getting up from the table you both occupied when delving into deep conversation.

After grabbing your things, both respectively, you exited the House of Daena, now the sun almost completely gone and the night approaching, and looked down at the ground.

"Well, I suppose this is goodbye then Al Haitham, maybe we could see one another again after this." You said hopefully as you waved and begun walking away.

"When?"

You almost tripped.

You turned around looking almost dazed.

"Pardon?" Maybe you didn't hear him right, there's no way after he heard you ramble on and on like, what you felt, like a child he'd want to meet up with you again.

He stepped closer.

"I said when would you like to see one another again? I did enjoy our debates throughly, they've given me much to think about, so when would you like the see one another again?"

You stared dumbly.

He stared back.

You stepped forward, maybe about a foot away now.

"The Puspa Cafe at eight, I heard they're putting new deserts on the menu, maybe we could try them out?"

Al Haitham didn't like sweets.

He nodeed. "That sounds agreeable, I'll see you then." You stared as he gave you the slightest smile and turned away from you walking toward the direction of what you assumed was his home and as he talked about, his annoying roommate.

You looked at your books, without Al Haitam (and Lesser Lord Kusunali) these wouldn't even be accessible to you. After years of searching for the acceptance of your dreams, you realized these books, were confirmation that someone did believe in the arts and that meant that maybe someday, maybe even Al Haitham, would believe in you.

You smiled.

Perhaps tripping over his foot, or book, or whatever it was, was the beginning of something new.

Your heart swelled.

[petitelepus]

I have a MTMTE Rodimus x human reader request.

Reader likes to do art when bored and listening to 90's-00's rock. Rodimus walks in their habsuite looking for them but they don't hear him come in (too in the zone) when he sees them working on a painting of him as a phoenix flying through the stars and is awestruck (think the painting scene from kiki's delivery service). Reader then gets embarrassed!

can be romantic or platonic

"Amazing...!"

You nearly jump out of your skin when you first hear Rodimus' voice. You weren't expecting any visitors and you had been too into your music to actually hear him enter your habsuite.

"Rodimus, what the fuck!? You nearly gave me a heart attack!" You scream, but the co-captain is too focused on the image before him and you.

"Is that... Is that me?" He asks as he looks at the picture painted with his paint colors and how marvelous the bird is, he thinks it's a bird, the bird of flames flies through the space and stars.

"It's amazing!" He turns to look at you and you blush so hard your cheeks rival his paint job.

"Y- yes! But d- don't think so highly of yourself! I only did it because I was bored!" You stutter as you look away from him in embarrassment and Rodimus thinks there is a word for your behavior?

Tsundere? That was the word that came to his mind from one of the Swerve's human series.

The captain looks at your job and then at you, "Is it done?"

You blinked. You expected him to tease you, but you weren't ready for him to ask you such a question. You blushed harder and averted your eyes yet again.

"No. It needs one more layer of paint, stars, and flames."

"Well..." Rodimus looks at your work and then smiles at you. "If I can, could I get it? The painting, I mean? I would love it in my office!"

Your heart is beating and your brains feel like they are running high, but you manage to keep your cool but not your eye contact.

"S- sure! It's not like I can't paint another one!"

"You can?" He is beaming like a sun, "Then could I have that one also? I really love your art!"

You blush harder. You just couldn't win today.

[lightsabersandblaster]

Imagine always drawing from the moment you could pick up a pencil. Even as a jedi master in the midst of the clone wars, you're still drawing. Everyone around you has a become your muse at one point or another. So your sketchbook is filled with drawings of people you've met over the years, writing all the little things you've loved about all of them. Ahsoka accidentally found your sketchbook, now she's running off to show Anakin, Obi-wan and the clone troopers.

Gif is not mine. This a writing prompt for anyone to use, but please tag me in your works! I’d love to see what you’ll write!

(Please don’t ask for details, I just write the prompts. If you’re writing this, you come up with the details)