and this time, it was made by my friend @thescarletkiller as a part of their trade for this fic
isn't it just cute?!?!?!!? this is another art of them hanging out at the junkyard and honestly i just love the fun little details that onyx did for david with the worn out socks, the stuck out sole, and the bandagesssss (which anastacha put on him btw)
they also made an extra sketch of david being confronted by their sk!francis while at the junkyard with tacha and dsfjhjdkshf it's so funny how anastacha is arguing with her dad while david is clueless about what they're talking about and is just munching on his bounty bar :sob:
francis mentioned a "date", but lucky for anastacha, david is clueless what a 'date' means and she can deny it for longer (we all know you want to go handholding and kiss, you simps)
aaaaa my davidtacha shaped heart has been filled with this piece of art!!!!!
they look so nonchalant together and the way they're leaning their heads against each other is so freaking cuteeeee. they're probably resting together after a tiring day of having to actually go to school, i love them sm <333
this amazing drawing was made by @gabbadabbadoob for this fic!!!
it's my new pfp on discord now mwehehe they just genuinely look so sweet in this one and them laying on a field of flowers is so cuteee, they ditched the junkyard for the flower fields this time it seemss
my friend the great dr w's wife, mina (go check out their tumblr it's @draftonswaifu!!!), from this tnmn server i'm in made david in their tomo life and i'm crine he's so cute and him and tacha are already bonding over having absent fathers LMAO
this one is a drawing made by @shart293 as part of the trade for this fic of their ship!! it's an amazing art of them hanging out at the junkyard like usual. david is listening to anastacha talking about her day while eating his bounty bar <333
augh i just love the background and the car and way they drew david and anastacha, they are my beautiful couple of doom and despair and my shaylas
summary: angus has been observing the odd, but handsome milkman for a while now and they end up bonding over homemade gelato.
word count: 1540 words
warnings: none
a/n: this was a trade i made for spy for this really really adorable fanart of davidtacha drinking milkshake together (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa). it's so cute!!!!!!!!! (and yes, it was inspired off of a jdronica fanart bc they are so jdronica coded)
Angus wasn't a stupid man, far from it. He was perfectly adept at reading people's behaviors and tones, it was an essential skill that came with his former 'job'.
Even as a retired member of the family (though not exactly retired, more like he was only doing some minor jobs here and there), Angus kept his guard up around a lot of people especially since doppelgangers now roamed the streets instead of gangsters and entered apartments guised as someone else.
This apprehension extended even to the local milkman, whose name he soon found out from two pretty chatterboxes in the same floor as him was Francis. Whenever Francis would come to his door with the milk, Angus would greet him with wide smiles and a hearty laugh to lower his guard---however, unlike other neighbors (that did visit him) who took to him warmly and greeted him back, Francis was… different.
Memories of his visitations were short and brief. Francis said nothing more than two words. "Mmm" and "yeah", all quiet and apprehensive. That made Angus paranoid; did this milkman somehow know something about him? Someone as cheery and friendly as the businessman couldn't somehow arouse the suspicion of only the milkman, right?
But that paranoia didn't last long when he saw the man doing the same to the other neighbors while keeping his door open for longer.
Curious. Is what Angus labeled it. And soon enough, he began to anticipate the milkman's visit. Every morning, he would be at the door already before Francis could knock on the door. The time that Francis arrived was always the same, his routine almost as strict as a military's morning drills.
Angus wasn't surprised, the D.D.D. must have some very strict schedules for delivery jobs like being a milkman and Francis was just following orders. But what's even more curious about that reasoning is the fact that this man consistently looked like he was only two steps to his grave, and yet he still had the energy to keep up with such a strict scheduling plan?
Impressive. Is what Angus labeled him this time. He imagined Francis would be a very valuable member in the family if given the proper amount of nutrition and training---after all, the milkman looked so thin that he may as well faint any day now.
Angus smiled to himself while he was drinking his morning coffee. Indeed, he would have made for a better partner in crime than that pathetic Arnold. He sighed and shook his head at the reminder of his previous blabbermouth for a soldier.
Partner… His mind repeated. It wandered into other definitions of the word; of something that went beyond companionship and imagined capability for crime. His mind traitorously flashed an ultra-filtered rosy image of Francis's face---eyes that brood with bags underneath telling a story of sleepless nights, thin lips that were always frowning but would look so good pouting, and bushy brows (the opposite of his own). All of a sudden, his face felt hot.
…
Angus realized what he was just thinking and almost spat the coffee in his mouth when a loud DING DONG! rang out.
Already? Angus's face flushed and he swallowed the rest of his beverage quickly. He looked up at the clock---strange, Francis was supposed to arrive a little after five o'clock, it was only 4:51. But Angus was also certain that he wasn't expecting any visitors this early in the morning, and it's not like the other tenants were that close with him to be knocking this early.
Well, it's not like him---a gentleman---to be refusing early guests now, was it? He began dusting his lap with his hands and stood up straight before striding towards the door where his mysterious guest waited patiently behind the wooden frame.
Before opening the door, he made sure to look through the peephole first---verifying that it was, indeed, the local milkman. Angus nearly yelped as he struggled unlocking the barrel bolts on his door like he usually did. He wondered if the milkman's patience was already running thin behind those deep set of dark eyes and he hurried faster to get the rest of the inconvenient locks that the D.D.D. had implemented on his side on top of a face scanner and finally, voila, the door swung open.
Francis stood there, looking the same as always, but Angus sensed something else was up in the air.
"Early morning today, Francis," Angus greeted in a jolly tone. His teeth were bared as he smiled a fraction wider than he usually did for these encounters. "I'm surprised, you're not going against work rules by deviating from your routine a little, aren't you?"
"I guess…" Suspicious count number one; Angus raised his brow at that---he didn't know until now that this man had a wider vocabulary.
"You guess, Francis? My, my, you must be quite the rebel."
"Mmm…" Francis scratched the back of his neck. Angus thought hard about whether or not that should count as suspicion count number two considering the fact that he had never made any other gesture with his arms other than to deliver the milk before. "Yeah… I'm not actually here to deliver milk…"
Nevermind, that raises the suspicious count to a hundred!
But then again, what would Francis be here for? Surely the man who did not say more than two words to him until this day and managed to slink away like a slippery worm every time he tried to engage in longer conversations wasn't really thinking of him as a friend, right?
His face almost fell at the thought of Francis's indifference, so he had to fake a cough and straighten himself once more before continuing. "What is it then, Francis?"
"You've been…very kind to me…" That made Angus confused. After pausing just to yawn, Francis continued, "I know we didn't start off on a good foot… Trying to sell me an ancient spoon was…something…"
"Ancient spoon?" Angus's forehead scrunched up, then finally, his eyes blew wide open. Not too long ago, he tried selling a very handsome man some bullcrap about an ancient spoon out of a necessity to talk to him. It was still embarrassing even for the charming and confident businessman who had far more embarrassing business deals to tell. So that was… "That was you?"
"Yeah…" The corners of Francis's lips slightly upturned and it made Angus's heart skip a beat. Santo cielo, he has a dimple! "It was ridiculous, but… I think you meant well…"
"I promise you that spoon was indeed quite ancient, I would never lie in that regard. But I'm just glad you can forgive me for that, Mr. Mosses, it really was embarrassing. Your striking features captured me rather intensely, I just couldn't help but act a little silly in that moment." Too forward! Angus chastised himself as his smile became tighter.
"Mmm… A lot of people say that."
Angus's eyes softened. At the very least, the man was seemingly oblivious at his flirtatious comment and spared him the embarrassment, but Angus just couldn't sit with that statement from Francis.
"And on top of that, you're a very courageous man. You must have a lot of stories to tell, don't you?"
"Yeah, but…"
Angus cuts him off before he could go on to make---what Angus guessed was---a self-deprecating comment. "I assume since you were never here to deliver milk, you must be on break. Come inside and have some coffee! You look like you need it."
Francis raises a brow at that and---Lord Heavens above, was that a red tint on his cheek? Angus excitedly---somehow---smiled wider than he already was.
The brown-haired man grabbed his milkman hat and held it close to his chest. "Why not…"
"Wonderful!" Angus clapped his hands once as they stepped into his apartment and went into his kitchen. While preparing coffee, Angus looked towards his refrigerator that had been sitting next to one of the counters near the sink and remembered something.
"Actually, Francis, it's still early in the morning, but I have been meaning to give you something I've been working on for the past few days. It's definitely not on par with Nacha's works, but---" Francis perked up "---it's a local dessert that I'm sure you'll love. My mama used to make these even for breakfast! But of course, you shouldn't do it on an empty stomach."
Angus opened the freezer, took out a tub of what looked like ice cream and presented it to Francis with the flourish of a five-star restaurant server in movies. "Voila, my family's homemade gelato! Made with the milk you've been courageously delivering to my apartment. This would not be possible without you, Francis."
"I'm just doing my job…" He replies sheepishly. "It looks like ice cream…"
"On the contrary, Italian gelato has more flavoring than your typical ice cream and it is creamy and thick! Just like how tap water and mineral water tastes different, ice cream and gelato are distinct. Try it out for yourself one of these days, Francis."
Francis actually smiled this time at the container in his hands and nodded slowly, "Mmm… yeah…"
summary: years have passed since david left anastacha on that train station and now he's seeing someone who looks almost the exact same as her. but no matter how much running david does, it is only anastacha's face that will forever haunt his mind.
word count: 455 words
warnings: none
a/n: i love davidtacha and i love the doomed variant as well. the jigsaw 'anastacha' is actually named anastasiya btw and david considers her as replacement for tacha oop, but well, tacha still haunts him anyway. (creds to @some-wizard-named-h for this wonderful comic for the trade that it was inspired off of!! as well as @/strangergraphics for the ao3 dividers ^^)
"David! Over here!"
The wind billowed forward, making David shield his eyes from debris. A brown-haired woman stood on top of a flower meadow, clutching the front of her skirt to prevent it from flying away.
The sun was beginning to set behind her, crowning her head with an orange glow. It was a mesmerizing sight, with her smiling and posing for their last photo of the day.
But as David gripped the camera in his hands and looked up at her, his eyes gazed at something else — or rather, someone else. Behind her was the ghost of a future he had failed to secure, wearing the same blouse and pants that she wore when she chased him down at the train station.
It stared at him with those same tired eyes and her arms crossed over her chest. But her expression was nothing like he had seen from her before: her brows were furrowed and her pupils constricted, and while he usually saw her frowning more than smiling especially while they were still kids, something about the way the corners of those pouty lips that used to utter all the words he could never say out loud being set into a deep straight line made him feel something deep in his guts that he had never felt before.
And as the figure smoothly started to slink behind the actual woman in front of him, he noticed tears gathering in the corner of its eyes and a swirl of emotions darkening her already dark eyes.
"David?"
What was it called?
That same emotion that used to plague him when he was still around that greedy fool?
The same word his mother used whenever he acted different from other kids?
"Are you okay?"
Hate.
David finally looked at her and a jigsaw suddenly fell into place, over one of the missing pieces on her face. It revealed big brown eyes that stared at him with unusual concern. David felt sick to his stomach and immediately averted his gaze.
SMASH!
David looked at the camera he was holding in his hands. The button had been smashed in and looked difficult to get out while a corner had somehow been dented from force, putting it out of commission for this last photo-taking.
David didn't feel anything as he looked up at the woman in front of him again—the jigsaw from earlier already missing once more. Her pouty lips were set in a small frown and she had both hands on her lap now.
"…I think it broke…"
And the woman, who had been excited and smiling minutes prior to this moment, hung her head low and grabbed a handful of her skirt tightly in her hands.
