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No quedo igual pero meh
A little drawing of toby just because.
Halo Reach Walkthrough Part 19 (Xbox 360 CRT TV)
POR FIN TERMINEEEEE
I FINALLY FINISHED
No quiero relajarme.
Ya me falta poco para terminar a Toby. (Ayuda)
I'm almost finished with Toby. (Help)
QuizĂĄ lo termine en una semana debido a que no suelo tener mucho tiempo para dibujar, pero espero les vaya gustando.
I might finish it in a week because I don't usually have much time to draw, but I hope you like it as it goes.
Holaaa, volviii e hice un dibujo đŒ
HI, I came back and made a drawing đŒ
El primero lo hice hace tres años, y el otro este año, mĂĄs exactos el 26/9/2025. DĂgame ÂżQuĂ© opinan?
I did the first one three years ago, and the other one this year, more exact on 9/26/2025. Tell me, what do you think?
Hey, I decided I'm going to make a mini Jotakak fanfic here on Tumblr.
You tell me what you think
It wasnât his birthday. It wasnât a special date. But the gifts didnât stop coming. First, there were cherriesâlarge, shiny, perfectly chosen. Then a dark green thermos with golden details and his name engraved in polished calligraphy. After that, a small set of ink pens.
And the most unexpected: a Hierophant Green keychain. Hand-carved, awkwardly precise. The silhouette of the stand was instantly recognizable, with details only someone who knew it up close would know how to capture. Kakyoin held it between his fingers for several minutes, not knowing what to say.
âDid you make this?â he asked.
Jotaro shrugged, not looking at him directly.
âI had plenty of materials.â
The days passed, and each brought something else. Small details, but full of intention. Jotaro never handed them over with sweet words or explanations. He simply left them in his hands, as if they were no big deal.
But they were. And Kakyoin wasnât foolish.
He stopped him one day while Jotaro was putting on his shoes by the door. Outside, it was drizzling softly. The air was cold, but not freezing. It smelled like paper, ink, and a little bit of lemon tea.
âHey,â Kakyoin said, leaning on the doorframe. âAre you going to tell me why youâre giving me all this?â
Jotaro paused. The silence filled with the faint murmur of the rain. He didnât raise his eyes.
âMaybeâŠâ he murmured, his voice deep and low, âI just wanted what we had the other night.â
Kakyoin squinted.
âThe kiss?â
Jotaro didnât nod. But he looked away right then. And that was enough.
Kakyoin chuckled softly. He wasnât mocking. It was a gentle, warm laugh, the kind that slips out when something seems sweeter than expected.
Then he stepped closer, unhurried. He stopped in front of him and, without thinking too much, leaned in a little and kissed him on the cheek. It wasnât long, nor clumsy. Just a warm, direct brush.
âFor thatâŠâ he whispered, with a half-smile, âyou just need to ask me.â
Jotaro didnât answer. But his shoulders relaxed a bit, and when Kakyoin turned to go back inside the house, Jotaro didnât move from his spot. He stayed there a little longer, under the frame, as if he didnât want that moment to end so quickly.
Hi, I made a short film about Jotakak. I hope you like it.
The sky was gray, but it wasnât raining.
They walked side by side, shoulder to shoulder, through a shopping district Kakyoin had suggested. He said he just wanted to window shop, but Jotaro knew that usually ended with bags in hand. Though never Kakyoinâs hands.
âAre you sure you donât want to go in?â Jotaro asked when he noticed Kakyoin pausing in front of a small art supply store. âYouâre not dragging me around this time.â
Kakyoin chuckled softly. He looked calm, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat.
âIâm not buying anything. I just want to look around a bit.â
And they went in.
The place smelled like new paper, ink, and wood. There were shelves of hand-bound sketchbooks, vintage nibs, Japanese marker sets Jotaro had never seen, and watercolor kits with names he couldnât even pronounce. Kakyoin wandered the aisles slowly, as if walking through a museum.
Then he stopped in front of a watercolor set.
Not just any set. It was a special edition, limited run, with a range of colors that shimmered even under the storeâs soft lighting.
Jotaro glanced at him: Kakyoinâs eyes were fixed on the box like the rest of the world had gone quiet for a moment.
âYou like it?â Jotaro asked, even though he already knew.
Kakyoin blinked, breaking the spell, and shook his head with a soft smile.
âItâs beautiful, but itâs expensive. I donât need it.â
He didnât insist.
They kept walking through the store, and Kakyoin never looked back.
But Jotaro did.
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It was already dark when they arrived at Kakyoinâs place.
The afternoon had been peacefulâfull of dumb jokes, effortless conversation, and comfortable silences. Kakyoin took out his keys, mumbling something about making tea, but before he could open the door, Jotaro cleared his throat.
âHey.â
Kakyoin turned around.
Jotaro held up a small paper bagâplain, with no logo.
Kakyoin frowned slightly, curious.
âWhatâs that?â
âHere.â
Kakyoin took it with a slightly trembling hand, more from surprise than cold. When he opened it and saw the watercolor set inside, his eyes widened completely.
âJotaroâŠâ
He didnât say it loudly. It came out as a whisper, like saying it any louder might break the moment.
âYou said you didnât need it,â Jotaro said, rubbing the back of his neck, âbut that doesnât mean you donât deserve it.â
Kakyoin looked down, pressing his lips together.
It looked like he might cryâbut he didnât.
He just took a deep breath and carefully tucked the box away, like it was something sacred.
Then, without thinking too much, he stepped closer.
Jotaro froze slightly as Kakyoin leaned up on his toesâjust a little shakyâand kissed him on the cheek.
It wasnât long or loud.
It was brief. Hesitant. Warm.
When he stepped back, his eyes stayed locked on Jotaroâs, like he was waiting for something. Like he was scared it might have been too much.
But Jotaro didnât move away.
He simply raised a hand and gently placed it at the back of Kakyoinâs neck, fingers brushing his hair.
âThank you,â Kakyoin whispered, barely audible.
Jotaro lowered his head slightly and replied, in a calm, low voice:
âYou donât have to thank me for taking care of you.â
Okay, I suffered through it, but I finally finished it. I showed it to my brother, and the bastard said, "It's Koeche." (He said it jokingly, but it's still annoying.)
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DIOS, COMO AMO EL JOTAKAK, ES HERMOSO. (GOD, HOW I LOVE JOTAKAK, IT'S BEAUTIFUL).
Estoy haciendo un dibujito de Kakyoin.
¿Qué opinan?
Aunque las manos no me salieron, pero luego lo arreglo.
I'm making a little drawing of Kakyoin.
What do you think?
Although my hands didn't come out, I'll fix it later.
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