Idk if this is the right place to submit this for the oc x canon event, but my sona x Horror? (This is more just a self-indulgent thing, so it’s not actually an official ship on my blog, but he’s one of my top favorites and I can’t help myself 🥰)
(She has three pairs of wings, it just doesn’t show up well in the drawing unfortunately. The last pair is completely made of ink and the second to last has ink on the bottom feathers. She’s also a cannibal so do what you’d like with that info lol)
Hope it’s not too difficult and take your time. Your art is beautiful! ~^^~
here you go! I hope you like it!! ><
My requests for oc x canon are open for anyone interested!
Art reqeusted by @little-red-insomniac who wanted me to draw pro-hero Touya, I also included a little Shoto to make up for how bad I drew Touya himself lol, hope you like it.
(Also I know shoto would not technically be this young but still, I wanted to draw him cute and tiny and happy :'))
Noel has been a romantic all of her life- at least, all of it that she can remember. Her poetry books are filled with references to the butterflies of gentle hand-holding, the warmth of a long walk or a sunset watched together, the feeling of finding a lost part of yourself in way your soulmate says your name.
This sappy, lovestruck side of herself is something she’s a little afraid to show you right away- afraid you’ll laugh at her, afraid it'll gross you out or scare you away. But it’s so integral to who she is, it will color your relationship from day one.
You’ll catch her looking at you all the time with this expression of absolute awe. It's one of the rare times she doesn't even look nervous!
Until she realizes you’ve caught her doing it. Then she absolutely panics, stuttering in her rush to apologize or think of an excuse.
II.
She gets lost in thought, admiring the shape of your hands as you work with something or the melody of your voice and how it's always so comforting to her.
What draws her in most are your eyes. It’s probably one of the most obvious ways you can tell she’s falling for you. Noel struggles with eye contact in general, and early on she does try to avoid your gaze just as much as anyone else- but when you do make eye contact, she’s mesmerized. She can’t look away. Noel is someone who believes you can tell a lot about someone from their eyes, and yours draw her in like nothing else.
Once the two of you are at a comfortable point in your relationship, she tends to hold eye contact with you a lot. She smiles, clearly happy to see you- sometimes giggling a bit- and then eases into this warm, loving expression as she forgets whatever you were talking about and takes a moment to just soak it all in. Her feelings for you. The feelings your presence gives her.
It’s a sanctuary for her. Your name itself is a synonym for peace.
Which is probably a theme of one of the hundreds of poems she’s written about you.
III.
Noel has been writing poetry about you since she first started falling for you. If you ever found out about the tens of dozens of poems she wrote for you before you even started dating, she’d probably drop dead on the spot.
After you started dating (and after another dozen poems gobbled up her notebook) she bought a special notebook specifically for writing about you and your relationship. She probably splurged for fancy tinted paper, with a cute pattern and a color that reminds her of you. It’s carefully organized, neatly decorated with stickers and some small doodles. It would be a really cute anniversary gift for her to give you one day, but just like before, she’d never have the heart to actually let you see it.
There are a few things she writes that she does share with you, though. On rare, incredibly rare, occasion, like a special birthday or your first anniversary, she may decide to give you a poem.
She pours her heart and soul into draft after draft, looking over each one to make sure it’s absolutely perfect… then collapses into tears at the thought of you actually reading it. Back to the drawing board.
IV.
She just can’t force herself to give you her work, no matter how hard she tries. The compromise she makes with herself is to send it to you anonymously. She doesn’t sign it, but the way it shows up on your door, windowsill, or desk on the day of your anniversary gives you a pretty big hint that it’s from her.
It appears alongside pressed flowers from her hometown, smelling of a perfume you might be able to recognize that she’s worn on a few of your dates when she really wanted to impress you.
Noel of course adamantly denies any involvement. She insists that she’s never ever ever ever seen that handwriting before, and that it couldn’t POSSIBLY be from her because her anniversary gift to you is this wonderful picnic she made for you! So she’d never send you a letter! L-l-let alone a l-lo-love p-p- ohhh, just stop asking! Just drop it!!! Please!
V.
You’re pretty familiar with her handwriting when you’re dating her. She may be scared to death at the thought of you seeing her poetry, but she writes letters to you often. This is partially brought on by her romantic nature and her love of all things literary.
You could be living in the same apartment together and she’d still leave you a letter every other week, left on your pillow or in your lunch bag or in the pocket of your coat. It’s something she likes to do when you’ve had a bad day or if you won’t be getting home at the same time.
VI.
Her personal preferences aren’t the only reason she ends up writing you so much, though. Chances are the two of you aren’t living together. At this point in her life, her work has to be her number one priority.
She’s a member of the NOL, an elite member of their fighting force no less, and serving directly under the Major Kisaragi. The intensity of her job and the ruthlessness of her superior(s) mean she isn’t exactly swimming in free time. She’s too afraid to even try to ask Jin for days off, positive he would shatter her hopes and somehow find a way to punish you, too, whether or not you’re in the NOL yourself.
If you manage to find yourself serving as a member of the 4th Thaurmaturgist Squadron alongside her, you'll be able to spend more time together. She'd likely end up your commanding officer, considering her rank and her time in the academy at Torifune, but she's a lenient commander in general and there's no way she could be strict with you.
VII.
More likely, though, is that Noel and you will not be serving in the same unit, even if you are a member of the NOL. If you're able to live in the same Hierarchical city, she'll make time for you on all her days off, and maybe you'd have a chance to move in together.
Though her work still drags her away sometimes. This is what leads her to write you so much. She could call you- and she does- but her favorite way to stay in touch with you will always be a heartfelt letter. She tends to get nervous on the phone.
Though somehow that's rarely a problem when talking to you… Actually, she finds herself unable to stop talking when the two of you are on the phone! She'll sit down to call you while she's having dinner and planning to get ready for bed soon, and if you don't keep a careful eye on the clock and stop her, it'll be one in the morning and she'll be falling asleep on call. It's pretty cute, but she really does need to be up in morning, and she has a hard enough time getting out of bed as is!
VIII.
Just how much she has to prioritize her work over you is a huge source of guilt for her. It almost crushes her some days.
Maybe one day, she’ll have the courage to tell you why- about the situation her parents are in, about her adoption, about how important it is that she repay them in this way. They saved her. They loved her when she had nothing. They have to be her top priority right now; which means the NOL has to be her top priority right now. Even over you. It absolutely breaks her heart.
Because of this debt she feels she has to her family, she never intended to live for herself. Like I said at the start, Noel has always been a romantic, in love with love. But she never thought she’d find love for herself. She views herself as plain at best, annoying to many, and unable to offer much, if anything, to anyone. Yet somehow… you chose her?
She'll never understand why. Every day she's with you, she sees you as more and more incredible. Her low confidence leads her to idolize the people she loves.
She feels she couldn't possibly deserve all the patience you offer her. She's so busy with her job, she can't promise you a future, she can't buy you the kinds of things you deserve, she knows there are prettier and smarter women you could be with.
Yet you stay with her. Through all her failures.
She'll never have the words- and I don't have the words- to express how grateful she is for the way you love her.
How about Whiskey seeing you dressed up in an evening gown for the first time but he hasn't admitted his feelings for you yet and you literally leave him speechless/breathless and he just asks if he can kiss you?
Really low cut midnight blue gown because it brings out the green in your eyes now I'm getting carried away
OH MY, I love whiskey, thank you for giving me a reason to write a fic for him anon 🥺💖 I’ll be as gender-neutral as possible with this btw!! I don't like the ending but at least I finished it HHH
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Jack was sitting in the living area of the hotel suite Statesman booked, decked out in a dark grey suit and tie with his stetson resting on his slicked-back hair. He was nursing a glass of whiskey on the couch as he waited for you to finish dressing up for the formal gathering the both of you were supposed to attend.
The two of you were sent out to gather information on a high-class woman who made her living off of stolen artworks. She was reported to be attending the party, so Champ had you and Jack team up and go undercover as a married couple who were interested in buying her recent steal.
Jack loved partnering with you; You were funny, always making him laugh with your dry and witty humour; You were diligent in your work, rivalling him in fieldwork with your astute thinking and fighting; You were blunt, so honest about your thoughts and opinions, but also so understanding and considerate. He loved a lot of things about you, learned everything you told him about yourself and appreciated everything you did for him.
Lord above, did Jack love you.
Although he hadn’t confessed how he felt for you, he wondered if you already knew. It wasn’t a secret to the agency that their top playboy agent had stopped his obnoxious flirting since you joined, and it certainly wasn’t a secret to Champ, who paired you up at every given opportunity to encourage Jack to confess. But, alas, he was too anxious to tell you so he kept mum.
“Whiskey?” He heard you call out from behind him, perking up at the sound of your voice. He stood up from the couch and patted himself down. He knew he looked good, but there was that underlying insecurity that made him want to look his best for you. Turning around, the signature smirk that he wore at all times fell open as he took in the sight of you.
You were completely, utterly, and perfectly gorgeous. The dress you were wearing hugged your figure deliciously, the midnight blue colour complimented your eyes and skin. The cut of your neckline was deep and ended in the middle of your sternum, exposing the smooth expanse of your chest. Tiny rhinestones were scattered on the lacy mesh fabric of the top of the dress, running down the long sleeves on your arms. A thin silver chain hung from your neck ran down the middle of your torso, black heeled boots peaking from the bottom of your skirt, and your hair framing your face beautifully.
When you twirled around, Jack felt his heart stop. “Do I look nice?” You asked, looking down on yourself as if you weren’t made by God Himself. He approached you slowly, letting his eyes roam all over you and reaching out to hold your waist in his hands
“You look absolutely stunning, sugar.” Jack couldn’t take his eyes off of you, and maybe that wasn’t a bad thing at all. He pulled you closer to him, making your cheeks blush and avoid his intense gaze. Tilting his head to make you look at him, he said with a soft voice, “May I kiss you?”
You made a small noise at the back of your throat before nodding eagerly. Jack relaxed and smiled brightly, leaning his head down to brush your noses together before capturing your lips with his. He cupped your cheek in his hand and deepened the kiss, holding you and feeling you all over his senses.
Pulling away from you was hard; Now that Jack had gotten a taste of your pink lips, he never wanted to be parted from it again. But, alas, you had a mission to do and the night was young. There would be enough time for that later, he thought to himself.
“We’ll talk about that later, yes?” He asked, almost begging, because he wouldn’t let you get away from him now that he had you so close. You smiled softly, turning your head to kiss the palm of his hand that was still holding your cheek. “Well then, shall we go, my lovely spouse?” Jack playfully offered you the crook of his elbow, where you slipped your hand around, curtsying slightly with a big grin.
Oh man, if you could find a way to do a fluffy Dog Dean x Reader with the puppy square, except obviously this time it'd be Puppy Dean, I'd bow down at your feet for the rest of time! (Not that I wouldn't already 😉)
You’re wish is my command my darling <3 Chapter one coming in hot today!
I’ve got at least three chapters of this for you planned...and with me liking words and my brain going “Ooo you could do this too!” it may be more!
Di bestie come te
Of beasts like you
ce ne sono in giro e non è facile
there are many around and it’s not easy
scoprirle e sai perché
to uncover them and do you know why?
sono fabbricanti di maschere
(because) they are manufacturer of masks
Ti sputano nel mondo
they spit you in the world
solo per avere un pasto facile
only to have a no-sweat meal
Io sono ancora qui
I’m still here
ho la pelle dura pure più di te
I have a skin even tougher than you
Non è mai semplice
It’s never easy
accettare di riconoscerti
to accept to recognize you
tra le mie rughe che
between my wrinkles that
assomigliano sempre di più alle tue
start looking much more like yours
E questo sangue che
And this blood that
sa un po' di mostro e anche un po' di me
tastes a bit of monster and a bit of me
mi fa pensare che vorrei dirti grazie
it makes me think that I’d like to tell you thank you
perché non ci sei
because you’re not here
Poche rughe
A few wrinkles
di espressione
on my facial expression
più nient'altro di te
nothing else of you
sopravvive in me
survives in me
un cognome da portare
a last name to carry around
solo questo sarai
only this you will be
ne mai più mi vedrai
and you’ll never see me again
Di mostri come te
Of monsters like you
n'è pieno il mondo e non è facile
the world is full and it’s not easy
scoprirli e sai perché
to uncover them and do you know why?
hanno mani bianche e voce docile
(because) they have white hands and a tame voice
ma se li guardi bene
but if you look at them carefully
dentro i loro occhi non vedi niente
in their eyes you don’t see anything
il cuore affittano ad una notte nera
they rent their heart to a dark night
priva di ogni luce
deprived of all the lights
Poche rughe
A few wrinkles
di espressione
on my facial expression
più nient'altro di te
nothing else of you
sopravvive in me
survives in me
un cognome da portare
a last name to carry around
solo questo sarai
only this you will be
ne mai più mi vedrai
and you’ll never see me again
Ogni male è un bene quando serve
Every pain is good when it’s needed
ho imparato anche a incassare bene
and I also learned to roll with the punches well
sono stato fuori tutto il tempo
I’ve been out all the time
fuori da me stesso e dentro il mondo
out of myself and inside the world
non c'è più paura
there’s no more fear
e non c'è niente
and there’s nothing
quello che era gigante oggi non si vede
everything that (once) was gigantic today is invisible
sulla schiena trovi cicatrici
on the (my) back you find scars
è lì che ci attacchi le ali...
it’s there where you attach your wings
Poche rughe
A few wrinkles
di espressione
on my facial expression
più nient'altro di te
nothing else of you
sopravvive in me
survives in me
un cognome da portare
a last name to carry around
solo questo sarai
only this you will be
ne mai più mi vedrai
and you’ll never see me again
Poche linee sulla pelle
A few lines on the (my) skin
più nient'altro di te
and nothing else of you
sopravvive in me
survives in me
un cognome da portare
a last name to carry around
solo questo sarai
only this you will be
ne mai più mi vedrai
and you’ll never see me again
Ogni male è un bene quando serve
Every pain is good when it’s needed
ho imparato anche a incassare bene
and I also learned to roll with the punches well
sono stato fuori tutto il tempo
I’ve been out all the time
fuori da me stesso e dentro il mondo
out of myself and inside the world
non c'è più paura
there’s no more fear
e non c'è niente
and there’s nothing
quello che era gigante oggi non si vede
everything that (once) was gigantic today is invisible
sulla schiena trovi cicatrici
on the (my) back you find scars
è lì che ci attacchi le ali...
it’s there where you attach your wings
Ogni male è un bene quando serve
Every pain is good when it’s needed
ho imparato anche a incassare bene
and I also learned to roll with the punches well
forse un giorno diventerò padre
maybe one day I’ll become a father
e gli dirò di cambiare le stelle
and I’ll tell him (my son) to change the stars
e gli dirò che un cazzotto fa male
and I’ll tell him that a punch hurts
e che una parola a volte ti uccide
and that a word sometimes can kill you
e quando sulla schiena hai cicatrici
and that when on your back you have scars
è lì che ci attacchi le ali.
it’s there where you attach your wings.
Hey! If you're interested in the combo, what about a Yuri from DDLC in the From the Earth (#2d2321 #633e35 #615152 #856d9f #453460) palate? The palate looked challenging to use, but with a few tones that could more easily lend themselves to her, so I thought that could be interesting! :D
Thanks for your request! :D The picture was challenging but also fun. I hope you like it!
