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Hi! It's been a while but I bring some news--

Commissions are officially open!

Feel free to send me a DM here or on instagram if you're interested! You can also send me an email at keuwibloom.business@gmail.com

For more examples of my art, you can look through my art tag here. I also now have a ko-fi open too!

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1 Thing

Kurapika x Reader Hello, this is the first piece of fiction I've ever finished writing, it's rather short, but I hope you enjoy (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡ This fic is based on 1 Thing by Amerie, so give it a listen (◡‿◡✿) If you have any comments as to how I can improve my writing, please do let me know Thank you for being here, and thank you to my best friend for proof-reading despite not being in the fandom ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ̀ˋ

Your cheeks slowly turned red as you remembered what had happened earlier. You fell face first into your pillow and let out a muffled scream. “Why is he so cute?!” you gushed as the memories from earlier flooded back into your brain. 

Kurapika had accompanied you earlier at the beach. Being a popular singer meant that you had to have security 24/7, and that was what he was - your personal bodyguard. Kurapika had only been working for you recently, as you did not feel the need to have a personal bodyguard until a few months ago when your new album picked up and you became an overnight sensation. 

You were softly humming as Kurapika and you walked side by side. “So”, you looked at him with a delicate smile plastered on your face, “do you like the beach?” Despite being together most of the time, you did not really know much about the blonde walking by your side. He turned to face you and tilted his head forward, his brows furrowing slightly, “It’s my first time visiting one,” he answered nonchalantly after a few seconds. 

His answer caught you off guard - you couldn’t believe that it was his first time at the beach. You wondered what kind of life he must have led to not be able to visit one of life’s wonders until now. “Well,” you grinned at him, “Let’s make your trip memorable!” You swiftly grabbed Kurapika’s wrist, not giving him time to act, and pulled him to shore just enough for both of your ankles to be submerged in the sea. “Isn’t it beautiful?” you asked, facing the sunset, then towards him.

Kurapika’s lips curled up to a soft smile as he looked towards sundown; he nodded, his usual gray eyes reflected the color of the sky which basked in hues of orange, pink and blue - he looked like an angel. You felt heat rising to your face as you gazed at him with awe. Since when was he this handsome?

Desperate to dissipate the feeling, you splashed water at Kurapika, breaking his concentration on the sunset and catching him off guard. “Miss [y/n],” he starts, but you did not let him finish his sentence, “This is the memorable part!” You continued to splash water at him, giggling, and before long he allowed himself to do the same. 

“He looked so angelic,” you recalled his face in the moment, hugging your pillow more tightly, wishing it was him. You had never seen Kurapika like that, and damn was his smile, laugh - it wasn’t just one thing, everything about him was simply charming. You fell back onto your pillow and swung your arms wildly. You couldn’t sleep, not when thoughts of Kurapika were plaguing your mind, so you decided to let your emotions do the talking instead.

Kurapika stood before [y/n]’s room. You had not stepped out of your music room since this morning, busy playing the piano. You had even locked the door, obviously not wanting to be disturbed. He assumed this was just your creative process, but for some reason, he could not help but get worried. He knocked softly, the sounds of the piano coming to a stop. The door opened, and your [e/c] hues peeked out, puffiness under your eyes as you had not slept at all. 

“Is there anything I can assist with, Miss [y/n]?” he asked, remaining stoic in voice, however his brows were knit with concern. You furrowed your eyebrows and thought hard before brightening up when you came up with your genius idea.

Without uttering a word, you gently held onto his wrist and dragged him into your music room, ushering him towards your piano seat. You plopped down your piano bench, and patted the remaining space, gesturing for him to take a seat beside you. Kurapika nodded and sat beside you, and as soon as he did, you started playing the chorus of your newly composed song.

The airy notes and your beautiful voice filled the room. Kurapika was always in awe when he’d watch you live, but he never had the chance to fully take-in how soothing your voice was due to his duties. When you had finished, he clapped delicately and offered you a light smile.

“What inspired you to write this song?” he asked, purely out of curiosity. You grinned brightly at him, a blush plastering your face, “You,” you answered. Oh man, were you awfully honest when you’re sleep deprived.

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It wasn’t easy finding a quiet spot in Kamikou, especially during lunch period.

You didn’t expect your usual place in the garden to be occupied, but there were two upperclassmen (and what looked like… A robot?) already there by the time you arrived. You immediately turned around and left before they could see you, their loud voices echoing from behind as you went searching for another spot.

Eventually, you managed to find a little area behind one of the buildings to settle in. There weren't any chairs or tables, but you sat on the ground anyway and leaned against the wall. You took a deep breath and sighed. Finding this went on longer than you thought it would – there were only about 15 minutes left before the next class started.

‘Just enough time to figure out this chorus.’ You think, opening the notebook you carried to where you had slipped in a pencil as a page marker. Tapping the pencil on the paper, you hum a few simple melodies out loud, occasionally scribbling notes on the pages. With any luck, you can make something coherent enough for your friend to use in the next song.

You’re so focused with what you're doing that you didn’t notice the window above your head sliding open, a surprised sound leaving you as you suddenly heard someone call out.

“Excuse me, is someone there?” You turned and looked up to see another student glancing around before finally noticing you. His two-toned hair immediately caught your attention, one side much lighter than the other. He looked kind of familiar – someone from your year maybe?

You cleared your throat as he continued to stare at you expectantly. “Um, hi?” You began, not really knowing what to say in this situation. His face remained passively blank, a small tilt of his head to the side the only thing showing his confusion. Honestly, you felt just about the same the longer you two stared at each other in awkward silence.

Finally, he seemed to have something else to say. “Were you the one humming just now?”

You blinked. That… Wasn’t really what you were expecting him to mention first. Was your humming really that loud? You hesitated for a moment before deciding to answer honestly.

“Yeah, that was me.” It’s only when you glanced into the room behind him that you realized how he might have heard you. Right, you forgot that the library was in this building. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was being too loud.”

“It’s alright, you weren’t.” He replied, his tone even and his expression unchanging. He paused for a few seconds before continuing, “I don’t usually see anyone hanging around back here.” You saw his eyes look around the area, empty aside from a few unkempt bushes and trees.

You shrugged, turning fully and adjusting your legs into a more comfortable sitting position. “I like how peaceful it is. It's difficult to find a nice, quiet place like this when everyone's out of class.” You’d argue that you did have another nice, quiet place in mind, but it wasn’t exactly peaceful there at the moment.

He nodded, seemingly understanding your point. “Well, if you need somewhere like that again, the library is usually quiet at this time.” He made a small gesture with his hand towards the room behind him. Your mouth quirks up in a half-smile. “Isn’t the library supposed to always be quiet anyways?” You can’t help but ask.

“Ah. You’re not wrong.” He seemed to realize, a slight furrow forming on his brow. “Thanks, I appreciate it.” You quickly added, smiling more genuinely to show your gratitude. He gave a small smile back.

Before either of you could say anything else, you heard the school bell ring in the distance. He looked in the direction of the sound as you stood up and dusted off your clothes, tucking your notebook under your arm.

“Looks like lunch is over. Well, I’m heading off.” He turned back towards you as you spoke, nodding. “Likewise. It was nice meeting you..?” He trailed off, and you realized that neither of you had introduced yourselves yet.

You gave him another amused half-smile and told him your name.

“Aoyagi Toya.” He replied. Toya raised his arm for a little wave as he began sliding the window shut. “Until next time.” He said before fully closing it, the small smile from earlier visible on his face even as he turned away.

You headed back as well. It’s not until halfway through class that you remembered you never did finish writing that chorus. ‘Whoops. Looks like the song will have to wait.’

You softly tapped your pen on the desk, lost in thought. It’s not often you get distracted enough to not finish a task like that. You try not to beat yourself up too hard over it though.

Besides, it’s not like you’ll make a habit of running into Toya like that again.

First full fic I've written in years, and it's another x reader--

Anyways, I hope you guys like this! I know it's a bit different from what I usually post, but I've been working on my writing a lot and I'm hoping to post more of it every now and then!

Don't worry though, more art (project sekai or otherwise) hopefully coming soon

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Anonymous asked:

Man it’ll be sooo funny when someone remembers that weird ink sans guy finally after years, draws him once, and then stops immediately. Wow crazy

Can you fucking imagine. that'd happen more than once. ink getting just enough paint to move around for a day or two before running out again and then one person remembers him and draws him once AGAIN. error doesnt even get a warning it's like five nights at freddy's he has to look back at the guy to check if he's dead or not

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