#jack snv

[cyberturbine]

sketch with my blorbo jack

loosely based on paul ready's face

[rae-pss]

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hear me out… jack learning how to draw just to capture your beauty.

he learned to draw like anyone learning a new skill, with the clumsiness of a beginner, but driven by an emotion that stirred deep within him. at first, his hands trembled slightly when he gripped the brush too tightly, sitting before the blank page as if facing a mystery that not even sherlock holmes could solve. In his mind, the image he wanted to capture was so clear that he could almost see it before him.

jack studied the curve of your smile, the light that shone in your half-lidded eyes, and tried to commit every detail to the paper. every time he thought of you, he felt the world acquire a different depth of hue, as if the colors surrounding you didn't even belong to anything known. a halo existed around your face, a kind of soft glow that appeared every time your eyes met; a radiance that he couldn't say whether it came from the moonlight or from his own heart.

and it was precisely that aura he most longed to capture with this newfound art. that color living inside you, burning with a passion he had never before witnessed in another… not directed toward him, at least.

and though the paper could never fully contain your beauty, it preserved something even more precious: the proof of a man who learned to create art because, in you, jack had found a miracle that deserved to be sketched.

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Hello! Remember to take care of yourself <3 May I ask for Jack the Ripper with a reader who's a stone-cold person on the outside, but is actually quite emotional behind closed doors?

Take care too^^ hope you like it! Even tho I feel like it may be a little off topic, I don't really know where I was going with this one hahahah

Jack had always been interested in human nature and all the new shades of colours he could discover by interacting with others - you quickly becoming one of his favorites. It was almost entertaining the way you'd act coldly outside, being unreachable, difficult to approach. Something only he could realize was just a façade - he could clearly see your colours brightly changing. What pleased him though, even more unique than his ability too see these colours - which allowed him to perceive people's feelings without them knowing - was the way you almost had no hesitation with showing your "true colours" to him alone. It felt new to him - Jack was used to being the reason felt fear, the only feeling he could directly experiment. You were something new, something he couldn't quite decipher, yet just one of the many humans roaming around him. You made him feel different. Special, even. He wasn't the Ripper, he was the one peson you woudl open up to, showing a more vulnerable side, the one who you were warm to, someone you talked to. And someone he felt loved by, but whose nature he couldn't fully grasp. Human nature confuses him and so do you, yet he can't help but being attracted to both.

[rae-pss]

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. i've been a fan of this man since i first saw him, back in 2021. never have i ever had a fictional crush for this long.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ pair. jack the ripper/jack smith × gn! reader ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ summary. jack realizes and wonders about how he loves you. ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ warning. none

The radiance emanating from you could easily be compared to the first rays of dawn, to those precious glimmers of sunlight that peeked through the gray clouds after a furious April storm. The halo of light that always seemed to surround you was the purest gold, akin to the luxury of the cleanest gold ingots.

An immaculate radiance that seemed to illuminate only the beauty in yourface. From a spark running through those tender eyes, which he loved to gaze upon, to the gentle upturn of the corners of your lips that formed your gentle smile. A collection of small details that highlighted just how damnably attractive you were.

—Your smile... –Jack couldn't resist for a second longer, not with your face so close to his. —So pure, so fleeting. –His right hand, encased in the dense texture of black leather gloves, rested on your cheek, cradling the same face that had taken his breath away. —Let me keep it, even if only in my memory, for I fear the world might dare to wither it with its cruelty.

The man could be aware of the emotional nature of every being who stood before him, an ability which had brought him both sorrow and entertainment; however, his understanding of his own feelings was complicated.

A man raised on the cold streets of an impoverished London, bathed in the blood of others from a very young age. A human being burdened by the yoke of pain that a life he never asked for forced him to endure. His own emotions had never truly mattered to him, always pushed into the background in favor of a cold, idle rationality that bordered on sociopathy. A combination of factors resulted in a basic ignorance of such specific elements as the acceleration of his heartbeat, the slight blushing of his cheeks, or the feeling of butterflies fluttering in his stomach. All physical sensations that did nothing more than express what he both feared and longed for.

His eyelids opened the instant the realization hit him like a bullet straight to the heart. —How have you done it? –A question slipped from his lips, a quiet yearning to find meaning in something as achingly human as love. —How can someone so fragile subdue a monster...? –Despite his doubts, his inherent fear of being loved, Jack didn't see himself capable of taking a step back, of abandoning the closeness that had blossomed between them with the beauty of a rose of the most vibrant red.

—I may have created a thousand works, —his voice continued to flow with the cadence of a mighty stream, —but none compare to the work that is your existence.

With a tilt of his head, the space between them finally vanished in the blink of an eye. The brush of their lips seemed to make your hearts leap with joy within the personal prison of your chests. —My fair lady, –he whispered between fleeting kisses, revealing what had taken him so long to understand, —you are not only my muse. –He pulled back enough to allow the divine meeting of your eyes. —You are the reason art exists, because you are the only creation I allow myself to admire so much, from afar as from near.

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Poseidon x angel reader who is very loving and kind, and likes to fill Poseidon with love and affection constantly. How do you think Poseidon would react with such an affectionate darling?

Put these two together since they have the same topic ig? Btw thank you!!🥺💕💕

Poseidon is overwhelmed by your demonstration of love and will ask you to stop being so passionate, at least when you aren’t alone. At first he isn’t used to the amount of love you give him and will often basically disappear, trying to avoid you and your feelings.

But after a while he doesn’t mind them that much and will let you get closer to him - probably the fact that you are an angel helps you a lot and makes you different for the other so called “filthy creatures” he despise. He also respects the amount of courage you show.

Jack loves your colors - the purest form of love his eyes could ever see, just as expected by an angel. You gave him all the loved he hadn’t received during his whole life. After meeting you, Jack regrets not having met you sooner. A lot of things would have gone differently if only you were here, to light up his day with such bright colors.

Adam finds you charming. You were one of the deities he despised, but you felt so warm, so lovely, so different from them all. You loved and respected humans, that’s what it made you so unique to his eyes. He wouldn’t have forgiven the gods, but he knew he could trust you. He didn’t have any proof, but his instinct told him so.

Heracles in attracted by the energy and goodness you irradiate, not so common among his fellow gods, so he can’t help but be naturally attracted by you. He feels comfortable around you, far from the gaze of those self-centred gods who never fully welcomed a demigod like him. Around you everything seems possible and calm, and he loves this feeling of quiet.