warnings: blood, mention of death, mention of wars, softnoblade
summary: how would techno react to having an artist s/o
request from a wonderful mysterious anon!
a/n: I am so sorry anon for writing this incredibly late. I had so much stuff to deal with in my personal life but I hope you enjoy!
a much as he loves mythology and stories, I don't think that he understands art at all
if it's a clear picture done in a realistic style, then he loves complimenting you
he's in awe of how you are able to so accurately replicate the beautiful scenes of daily life using simply a paint brush/pencil(s)/charcoal
but for the sake of theses headcanons, we're going to make it so you are more of a creative artist. you take everyday things and add abstract twists to them
think of adding insane detail to the irises of eye drawings, beautiful line-art drawings, polar opposite paintings, etc.
he loves the way your eyes light up when you talk about your art
you guys have art hanging around your cabin, btw
you'll make the art and Techno has the uncanny ability to decorate well (new headcanon ig-)
he'd love sitting by the fire with you as you explained your newest idea, your inspiration, and just loves listening to you in general
on one of your anniversary dates, he sends you off with your friends for a couple hours as he sets up the surprise activity
you come back to see Techno's hair tied up in a messy bun and art stuff set up throughout the entire main rooms of the house
the couches and furniture had been moved aside to make room for two big easels
the kitchen counter is covered with fun snacks that the two of you like
a blush ghosts his cheeks as he says "I know you love painting and so I thought maybe we'd try it out... together"
you happily agree and the two of you get to painting
the end result is... about what you would expect
you end up painting the gorgeous masterpiece of you and techno with a fun meaningful/abstract background
he tries to pain you sitting in on a hill during the sunsets, but fails
it still looks pretty good, tho
"I'm meant for war, not an art studio," he defends himself
it's true, the Blood God is much more suited to painting the battlefield red with blood than a canvas with paint
despite all this, you guys make a ton of wonderful memories
it's one of the greatest dates the two of you have gone on
Imagine running through London with Wilbur. Imagine the joy in his soft brown eyes as he gently tugs you along, his long legs making him faster than you.
imagine racing to get to your guys’ coffee shop. Imagine plopping down into a chair as Will goes to get two hot chocolates and a dessert for you to share.
Imagine wiping away the whipped cream mustache on his upper lip. Imagine him kissing away the dot that “accidentally“ ended up there.
Imagine giggling quietly at the jokes he makes.
Imagine being with Wilbur in the beautiful city of London….
There is a woman who stands at the edge of the cemetery. Every day, she stands as if she waits for someone, for something. No one asks what. No one dares disturb the ghostly woman. For she comes and goes- disappears and reappears like a spirit.
No one has heard her voice, nor have they seen her face. They do not know why the woman stands at the cemetery each and every day. They do not know who nor what she is looking for.
If they asked- if someone walked up to the woman in the long flowy robes, she'd sit you down and tell you. She'd tell you the story of her sadness. She would tell you her name too. Tell you her name was Y/n.
She'd tell you the story of her and a man. A man with a long trench coat and wire-rimmed glasses. With a soft yellow sweater that always smelled like home. A man with a dream, a symphony he needed to play. Tell you the story of their great, tragic love story.
If you payed attention to her, you'd notice the pendant she was wearing: a minuscule glass jar. A small bit of glowing blue encased inside. She'd tell you all about that, too, if you asked.
But no one ever asked. Never spoke with her. So she remained anonymous. Known only by where she stood each day. A woman who was searching for something in that cemetery. Longing for someone.
There's a ghostly woman who stands at the outskirts of the cemetery every day without fail. And no one cares enough to ask why.
request by: @leconfuseddemon
Summary: being sick is awful. but thankfully, y/n has a wonderful boyfriend to help them
Warning: being sick
Words: 304
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"It hurtsssssss," Y/n groaned, rolling around on the bed.
Wilbur flashed a sympathetic smile as he held their hand. "Love, I am so sorry. You know I'd take this away from you if I could."
Y/n smushed their face into a pillow in an attempt to hide the furious blush that was on their cheeks. "But then you'd be sick!" they protested.
Wilbur ran his hands through their soft h/c hair. "I'm so sorry that you have to go through this. Being sick sucks."
Y/n turned back to face their boyfriend. They looked Wilbur in his brown eyes. The brown eyes that were so often alight with bubbly laughter and sparkling amusement. The eyes that so often displayed adoration and affection.
"I love you," Y/n said suddenly before breaking into a fit of painful coughing.
Sighing, Wilbur got up and grabbed his guitar. He sat down on the edge of the bed and began strumming the strings. "You're an idiot. I told you not to speak too much."
Y/n just closed their eyes, allowing them to focus on the soft melodies.
The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form
adorned with patches of places you've been
is nothing on my khaki coat that I got
from a roadside when I was sixteen
Y/n relaxed as sleep began to overtake them. The sound of Wilbur's voice was so soothing.
My boots are from airpots
My backpack's from France
I'm not a man of substance and so I'll pretend
to be a wanderer, wandering
leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurants bins
Y/n's breathing evens out, and they go still with sleep.
Wilbur smiles at their sleeping form. He brushes aside the hair on their face before leaving a soft kiss on their nose.
okay. can we talk about how I hit 300 a few days ago and I'm already at 350+ like WHAT?????
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