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winterrrnight · 9 months

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hi baby!! congrats you so deserve it!💘💘💘💘

can i request for rafe 6 or 29? whichever you like more💘

hey cami!! thank you sooo much darling 🥹🥹 i really have no words on how much your support means to me; you've been there since almost the beginning and you've never failed to shower love on my fics 🫶🏻 it really means so much to me <3 i hope you like this!! I used both the prompts :)

cherry flavoured

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: you and Rafe have your first kiss, and he tastes just like cherries.

WARNINGS: fluff, kissing, the reader is a little shy and nervous, rafe is a massive softie + ignore any little grammatical/spelling mistakes!

EDITH SPEAKS: I think this came out pretty cute! This girl here hasn't had her first kiss yet (spare me please, I've had zero luck with guys or girls also I want it to be w someone special, not just anyone) so I think when I'll have it this is literally how I'll react :')

PROMPTS REQUESTED: "quit smiling at me. I can't stop messing up my sentences with you looking at me like that." & "should we like, talk about it?" "aboutwhatnothingweirdhashappenedlatelyhaha-" "let me see if I can jog your memory."

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He looks at you, a softer look taking over his eyes as he gazes over the warmth in your cheeks and your slightly swollen lips. You find your mind going in a haze as you think about how you just kissed Rafe for the first time.

You both met each other at one of his parties, you being new to the island, had no idea about anyone at the party except your friend who dragged you there. You had just taken a cup full of your drink and were desperately trying to navigate your way all alone throughout the crowd of people, your friend long gone with some guy.

Even though you were extremely careful, it was not enough, because the exact thing you were dreading happened. You bumped into someone, and you mentally cursed yourself for wearing a white cardigan, because it seeped through the material and stained it, and not to mention how it started to stick to your skin in an ungodly manner.

The guy in front of you, which you learnt is the one who's party you're at, was totally embarrassed with what he did; apologised nothing less than a 100 times, and when his attempt of trying to wipe it off with some paper towels failed, he took you to his room upstairs to give you some of his clothes. Not to forget he kept on apologising to you, and at one point, you forgave him, because you knew it was just an honest mistake (and also because you can only hear the word 'sorry' so many times).

Oh and you were so glad you did forgive him, because his clothes were some of the most comfortable you've ever worn. He let you take any one of his crewneck, and you chose one in your favorite color. It encased you in warmth and his scent of fresh detergent, which provided you immediate comfort.

But instead of going down back, you both sat on the floor next to each other and talked. He made you laugh a lot, but also, made sure to not make you super uncomfortable with questions you may not want to answer. At the end, you had to leave, but he didn't let you go without asking you out on a date and with your number in his phone.

And now here you are, right after one of your dates, where he kisses you with all the courage he has. You knew you've been wanting this for too long now, so when he started leaning back, you pressed your lips back onto his, pulling him closer to you and kissing him deeper, and harder.

When you pull back, he looks at you, and you find your cheeks heating up, red coating you everywhere. After a few moments of silence, Rafe decides to speak up.

"Should we like, talk about it?" He says, you knowing fully well he means the kiss.

A giggle escapes your lips as you start to speak. Well, speak is the wrong choice of word. You ramble.

"Aboutwhatnothingweirdhashappenedlatelyhaha-" you say in one breath, as you feel your hands getting sweaty. Rafe only looks at you with a grin; you getting nervous around him and jumbling up all your words is one of the first things he found cute about you.

"Let me see if I can jog your memory," he mumbles, leaning in to kiss you again. And you don't pull back. Why would you? He tastes so addictive, reminding you of cherries, and you only crave more with each passing second.

When he pulls back again, he's giggling at your expression, your face even more red than before (is that even possible?), your lips shiny and your eyes gleaming with the light of the lamp post you're both standing under.

He absolutely cannot stop smiling at you. You've made him so happy, he cannot fathom it. It's so easy for him to cheer up just the moment he spots you; you're the ray of sunshine falling onto the dark side of his moon.

You want to say something, anything, but your mind is all fuzzy and only random words leave your mouth. Rafe giggles harder as he wraps his arms around you and hugs you close to him.

You look at him, his lips still pulled in a smile, you think he hasn't stopped smiling since the date started.

"Quit smiling at me. I can't stop messing up my sentences with you looking at me like that." Finally, finally a proper sentence leaves your mouth, one which isn't spoken in a single breathe or isn't just necessarily a stack of words.

Rafe presses his lips to your forehead, his laughs slowly dying and your heart rate calming down as you stand hugging under the warm light of the lamp post.

You've never felt so serene.

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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good love makes you hesitate

REQUEST → @wroteclassicaly 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION ❝ angst prompt: “don’t do this here” – best-friend!reader x steve | ( 2.2k – all of the angst, tiny bit of fluff, best friends to lovers, steve x bff!reader )

G O O D L O V E M A K E S Y O U H E S I T A T E 🎶 i know a place, MUNA

“C’mon. You can’t be serious,” Steve was giving you that look. The impossible one where you wanted to grab up fist fulls of his shirt, heated and angry and tell him off. His tone was edgy, frustrated and you knew he was right, but you couldn’t admit it.

Your back was against his door, arms crossed over your chest as you watched him pace the length of his room. His hair sticking up and messed from running his hands through it as music played loudly downstairs.

Muffled lyrics pushing themselves up through the floorboards. People cheering and laughing in the kitchen and out by the pool. Mocking you as you stood in your best friend’s room trying to shove everything back down into the pit of your stomach where it belonged. Listening to him lecture you. Trying to justify to him why you were still with your shitty boyfriend.

The boyfriend who was always late picking you up from work. The boyfriend who forgot your birthday. Didn’t know your favorite color or that you hated pineapple on your pizza. Wouldn’t sing True Colors all off-key and shitty in the car with you. The one who got caught messing around with Tammy Thompson and yet you stayed. Because it was better.

Better than watching your best friend make out with someone else. Better than sitting with the feelings you denied. The ones that made your heart race every single time Steve smiled at you. Every time he pulled you in for a hug. Every time he told you how much you meant to him. How you were the ‘best friend anyone could ever ask for’ but never any more than that, so it was better. Better than admitting you were in love with him and not your boyfriend.

Better than hurting like that.

“Oh my god, Steve,” you sighed, exasperated, trying not to loose control of it all, “Don’t do this here.” You’d balled your hands into fists, nails pressing half moons into your palms, anger starting to give way to something else but you refused to let it.

“Don’t do this? Are you kidding? He cheated on you! What if he does it again?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, tried to shut him out, but he pushed. He always pushed.

“You’re not fine! Just dump his ass,” Steve looked at you in disbelief, looked at you like the answer was so obvious and it made you laugh. A mirthless, humorless breath of air that hurt as it pushed itself from your lungs and you roughed your hands over your face.

“Okay, Steve. Sure.”

He stopped pacing, stared at you, heard the sarcasm dripping from your words and it was his turn to laugh. The same frustration lacing the edges of it as he took a step toward you. Looked at you eyes narrowed, mouth firmed into a line.

“You’re gonna stay with him? After all that? After Tammy–” and then you snapped.

“Don’t!” you felt the sting of tears in the corners of your eyes, throat tightening against the sob you’d been holding in your chest for what felt like years and you didn’t think you could run from it anymore.

Steve’s eyes grew wide, expression shifting in an almost painful way. Sure, you argued like friends do, but you’d never yelled like that before and you watched as his insistent determination gave way to something softer. Watched as ‘sorry’ tugged at the corners of his lips. So fucking sorry and he wanted to say something, anything, but your words kept coming. Spilling out now. Drops of water through a crack that only widened with each second that passed.

“You can’t say shit like that,” your words had lost their edge, liquid like water, the sharpness dulled from the way he was looking at you. Eyes all burnt caramel, brown sugar, and he took a couple of steps toward you.

“What? Why?” the look on your face wrecked him and he couldn’t help reaching out to take your hand. Firm and soft all at the same time and as his fingers tangled with yours, you squeezed your eyes shut and set free the tears you’d been fighting against.

“Steve,” you were pleading now, begging him to leave it, but when you opened your eyes he was looking at you like you’d punched him. Maybe you should’ve. Maybe that would’ve been easier. “You don’t know what it’s like,” you finally admitted, the tightly wound feelings in your chest starting to unravel. Tears chasing down the soft curves of your cheeks, slipping over your lips and you could taste the salt. The bitterness.

“What it’s like?” his brows pinched together, concerned and confused, still not putting the pieces together and you held back the small, painful sound that had bubbled up in your throat because you finally realized you’d do anything to make the ache in your chest go away. Even if it meant fucking up what you had with your best friend because you telling him now was better than carrying it around with you forever.

“To be in love with someone that doesn’t love you back,” and the hurt in your words pulled his free hand to your cheek, the rough pad of his thumb gently brushing your tears away. He shook his head, trying to help but not knowing how.

“But–but you told me you didn’t love hi–”

“Not him,” you didn’t let him finish, “You. I’m in love with you, Steve.”

His lips parted, the pinch between his brows melting away, swallowing thick and Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as your words hit him square in the chest, “You–you’re in love with me?”

Your face burned, felt like it was on fire, your whole body trembling and vibrating with the admission that had settled in the room around you and you kept going, tried to save face, “I know you don’t feel the same way. And that’s fine! I get it! I just can’t keep pretending–”

But Steve swallowed the rest of your words. Slipped his hand round the back of your neck and pulled you into him. Pressed his lips to yours and proved you wrong with that kiss.

And it was loaded. Full of all the things you’d left unsaid. He was breathing you like air. Holding you like he was drowning and you were his lifeline. Drank you like a man who’d been wandering the desert without water and god, you let him.

“Steve,” you pulled away for a second, the quick sounds of your breaths falling between you, and he stopped.

“Oh shit, sorry, I–”

“No! Oh my god, don’t be sorry,” you huffed a small laugh, feeling your hands on his chest, on the soft fabric of his shirt. Fresh laundry, patchouli and boy. A smile pulled at the corners of his lips, his hands wide and warm at your waist and he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice was gentle, easing you into it and your cheeks flushed pink.

“You always said we were ‘best friends’,” you said softly and the furrow between his brows came back as he lifted a hand to your cheek.

“Yeah, course we’re best friends.”

“I didn’t want to ruin it,” came out shy, a little embarrassed and he pulled you in closer.

“Ruin it?” he tutted softly, thumb sweeping over your cheek and down to the corner of your mouth, “Baby, you’d never ruin it.”

Baby.

“You promise?” you asked, eyes flicking up to meet his and he leaned down to kiss you again, smiling against you, warm and safe and Steve.

“I promise.”

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devilheartsblog · 25 days

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Black Circle Musa AU (design & concept art)

The AU is in the name: Musa joins the Black Circle and becomes a Dark Fairy. Unlike Bloom she isn’t under a spell and joined them for her own reasons.

There she is!

I wanted Musa in this AU to be a mix of the Black Circle and a Dark Fairy. She’s an equal in the AU so I wanted her to have the same vibe as them. I had a hard time putting in red so when looking at the dark fairy references they leaned into purples, pinks and blues, which ended up making Musa’s look much better.

I wanted the wings to be smaller and there’s actually a reason behind it. Since she has dark magic it grants her the power to fly, hence why witches and wizards can fly without wings. But she’s also a fairy so she needs the wings for momentum. I love the purple wings sark fairies have so I kept it that way. Made the wings look like smaller versions of her Enchantix wings shape-wise.

First Concept:

This was the first design I came up with. Now usually I like the first design but I was struggling with her bangs and the outfit was too simple both in terms of the wizards and the Winx character design since general (I know about the later seasons’ dresses and yes I think they’re hella basic)

The wings and back are the things that stayed consistent.

Hair changes + Weapon

This one is less of design concept and more like light adjustments. I ended up keeping her regular straight bangs instead of the side-swept ones. I really wanted her hair to look like her season 3 cut because I miss it so much. Plus it could be her going back to being more tomboyish and hard on the outside rather than the softer version we got in season 4.

I feel like since she’s part of the Black Circle she needs her own specialty so she can summon a microphone as either sing into it for sound waves or swing it around for some gnarly damage

I also changed her top to have a zipper thing and become shorter.

Colors and cape (+ tiny Gantlos)

Aw look tiny Gantlos!

Anyway I decided to combine the zipper and the triangle cutout (don’t ask me how the zipper works, maybe it’s now a line) and I like it quite a bit. Her back is still exposed for her wings.

This is the point where I started messing with the colors as well. It was pretty hard combining red and purple without her looking a bit odd. I mostly envisioned her with Blue and purple gloves but I wanted red to be her main color.

And the bottom right is my favorite drawing. I like the pose and she’s showing off one of her powers. I was scrolling through some bocaloid shorts and it inspired me to give her fishnets. I also drew her boots and the design came together (except the colors whoch I figured out later)

That’s it for now, I’ll talk about the lore later. Thanks for reading!

#art #digital art #illustration #fanart #winx club #winx au #winx club musa #wizards of the black circle #here’s an AU I need to write about #i just really want a goth Musa man #she would rock the fairy hunter’s aesthetic ok?

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dreamingcloudie · 1 year

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Helloooo for the 100+ follower special could you write 8 13 and 15 for Dottore please? Thank you <3

✨️Amidst The Snow, A Flower Bloomed✨️

✎ ❛❛ Why would I ask for something else when I can have you? ❜❜

Prompts:

#8 - "I already have you, my greatest present."

#13 - "I don't need any gifts."

#15 - "I don't like holidays. I only like them when I'm with you."

Pairings(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)

Warning(s): None!

wc: ~1.6k

Notes: omg I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting 😭 It's already WAY past Christmas :')

I honestly have no idea if it I made the right choice to try something new for this fic while my mind was hazy 💀 I was hesitant to post this but I didn't want to discard something I worked hours on either. It felt like it gradually becomes a mess, my apologies. I'm still learning :')

P.s: If you want to, please feel free to send in another ask, I'll make it up to you with hopefully a better one 🥲

How do you grow a flower?

For a seed to grow into a stem, it needs to be coated in nutritious soil; for a stem to grow supple leaves, it needs to be watered daily; for sepals to release the caged delicate petals, it needs to bask in the warmth of the sun.

But how can one bloom all of the way, when it was buried deep amidst the baneful snow?

He, a man of enigma who scorned the skies, pledged to the Tsaritsa was his words to topple the heavens. A cruel harbinger who was known for his immoral ideology to create a mortal greater than the gods, naturally, none would dare to approach him.

But then you appeared.

You, so captivating, so vibrant, so full of colors and bright. Day by day, you’d unknowingly smitten him with your boisterous self. The way you’d laugh when he spilled coffee all over him; the way your brows would furrow in concentration as you worked on the task he gave you; the way your face would lit up when he brought up a topic you liked.

Just like a flower craved for the sun. He craved for you.

He was frustrated, his mind was constantly thinking of you. Only you.

Just what have you done to him? Did you plant a parasite in his brain without him knowing? No matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t figure out what this anomaly was that plagued his mind.

In the sea full of Fatui staff who attended the annual banquet in celebration of Christmas, he couldn’t help but the sight of you laughing and talking with one of the other harbingers—Pantalone, left a bitter taste in his mouth. His hand that was gripping a glass of wine subconsciously tightened when the ninth landed a kiss on the back of your hand.

He was eventually broken out of his trance when his heart skipped a beat as a voice he knew all too well spoke.

“Hey, you okay?”

You were just talking to Lord Pantalone about how he was going to go bankrupt if your boss kept on asking him for more funds when out of the corner of your eye, you could see Dottore was stiff, his hand shaking ever so slightly. So, as his loyal assistant, you decided to go check on him and excuse yourself from Pantalone.

Now you stood before his very eyes, they automatically moved up and down to take in your form. Oh how enthralling you looked, your Fatui uniform didn’t do you any justice. Thankfully, he had his mask on so you couldn’t see what he was doing.

After a few seconds of him staying silent, he managed to compose himself and gave you his infamous smirk.

“Why of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, Doctor. You just seem… tense today,” you told him.

Ah, he didn’t think you’d notice. Then again, you were the only assistant who could keep up with him.

“Well, I suppose I’m not used to being in a venue filled with so many people,” he said, twirling the wine glass.

You were skeptical, but given that he was your superior, you didn’t question him.

"Let's move to the balcony then," you suggested.

And he nodded, giving you his approval.

As the two of you navigated through the doors that lead to a balcony, the muffled sound of music coming from the ball room turned into a softer tune.

Looking back at Dottore, you extended your hand to him and asked, "Shall we?"

You? Asking him to dance with you?

His breath hitched at your invitation.

Why were you making him feel like this?

He was taking too long to reply and you were eager to have this dance with him, so you put yourselves into a waltz position, without waiting for him.

"My, what a bold move. Since when were you the one to make decisions?" He said, trying to distract himself from how warm his face has gotten at the close proximity shared between you two. Even with his mask on, he was almost certain you could see it too.

"Well, Doctor, you've been working a lot lately and your shoulders are still tense. So I thought a little dance would help you lose up a little." You replied, putting one of your hands on his shoulder.

"Still, it was my call to make." Despite saying that, he didn't move his hand that was placed around your waist.

There the both of you swayed gently to the music. As you started at each other, it felt as if you were in a fairytale. With only the moon as your audiance and spolight, the charming prince and an elegant royalty danced to their heart's content.

He didn't even care about the pain that sent through his foot when you accidentally stepped on it, muttering an apology and smiling at him.

That smile... that darn smile that his mind wouldn't stop thinking of. How would it feel to wake up to that sight every morning?

Oh, what a foreign feeling it was.

He hated it. He hated that he loved it. He hated that he loved you.

Love...

So that's what it was.

Of all the feelings he could've felt, it had to be the one he had the least knowledge of. But it made him feel so warm. A warmth that he was addicted to.

As the two of you danced, you'd notice how his smirk turned into a content smile.

What was he thinking? You wondered.

"You're someone who's not fond of holidays, but here you are enjoying yourself," you teased.

"You're absolutely correct." He chuckled.

"I don't like holidays. I only like them when I'm with you." He blurted out without thinking.

Upon hearing what he just said, the both of you froze.

Did… did he…?

He coughed, trying to break the awkward silence.

"I…pardon, I—"

"Dottore, do you really mean what you said?"

Were you mad at him? He wouldn't doubt it if you were, who would want to love someone who was insane like him?

But his worries slowly melted away when you placed your hand on his cheek. Not once did you rush him, you just stood there and waited for him to say something. Anything.

And finally, he spoke.

"Of course."

It was now or never.

He took both of your hands with his and brought it to his chest. You could feel just how fast his heart was beating.

"Of course I mean it, (Y/n), you make me feel… indescribable feelings. As much as I hate to admit it, I am unable to deduce as to why I feel this way. However, one thing I do know is that your existence simply entranced me and that I… I love you," he confessed, bringing your hands up to meet his lips.

"So, how would you like to do a little experiment with me? To explore these new feelings with me? Together?"

You were baffled, never in your wildest dreams would you ever thought he'd feel this way.

That he'd feel the same.

You were worried that your feelings for him would be unrequited. But here he was, a man you thought devoid of love, was standing right before you. Asking you to be his.

His stomach was starting to twist and turn at your lack of response, but it all ceased when you lifted his mask up enough to lean in and connect your lips with his.

His lips were softer than it looked, you thought. As you pulled away, you could feel the heat spreading on your cheeks and a silly grin made its way to your face.

"I will take that you accepted my proposal then."

Before you was also a smiling Doctor, showing off his pointy teeth that you oh so adored as you giggled.

"Oh right! I almost forgot," you exclaimed, rummaging through your pocket.

To your horror, you weren't able to find what you were looking for.

"Oh, no, no no." You were starting to panic now. Where was it?!

Facing Dottore once more, he could see you furrowed your eyebrows, your lips turned upside down. He was confused, however, as to why you were down.

“What's the matter, dear?”

“Since it was Christmas, I’ve prepared a present for you. But it looks like I’ve forgotten to bring it due to how busy I've been lately,” you explained. And you were looking forward to see his reaction too...

A present? Why would he want some objects that held no value to him when you finally became his? And what more could he ask for when you’ve already given him so much?

He was once buried beneath the snow, but then you emerged from the horizons. With tenderness as your shovel, you dug your way through layers and layers of snow. And him, was the forlorn seed you found.

You, the radiant sun that shined the brightest in his sky. You, the inferno that melted the snow around him. You, the shield that protected him from harsh winds.

Haven't you done so much for him already?

Placing both of his hands on your cheeks.

“I don’t need any gifts.” He said, softly stroking your face.

“Do you know why?” Taking his mask off, he leaned his forehead against yours as you lost yourself in his mesmerizing crimson irises.

“I already have you, my greatest present.”

With your tender care, up until this moment, a seed that everyone thought was fated to wilt in the snow.

Now, was a flower that finally bloomed.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin x yn #dottore #genshin impact #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #genshin dottore #il dottore #fatui harbinger #fatui #fatui harbinger x reader #✨️-[100Specials]-✨️

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thenickelportrust · 1 year

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was wondering if you have any appearance descriptions for the model citizens characters? i wanted to draw some fanart but then realised i don't think there's any... unless i missed something. don't need to put any descriptions up, i'm just asking! if not i'll make up my own appearances lol

Aw, you're very sweet, anon! I'm flattered you'd want to draw fanart! So thank you!

And sure! Some basic descriptions for ye (keeping them simple so I don't overwhelm and so that there's still room for your own imagination and such!):

Finley: Pale blonde hair that falls at around their shoulders, usually kept off of their neck in some kind of ponytail or loose tying to the side, blue eyes, cool-toned skin that should definitely see the sunlight more often, but alas. Tall. Very Tall. Like 6'6". Raf: Pre!Divorce his hair was short, Post!Divorce it's grown out to his jawline-ish. Dark wavy hair (technically brown, but it's that kind of brown that looks black until the light hits it directly), warm mid-toned skin, brown eyes with crow's feet by the edges. Jacob: Messy mouse-brown hair and hazel eyes, rosy-cheeked like he just ran there (he probably did run there) (warm-toned light skin). Short. (Probably tried to see what he could squeeze himself into and fit in. Has probably gotten stuck in a locker as a kid doing this. No one put him there. He put himself there.)

Lucy: Long curly dark hair (think type 3A curls), usually keeps it away from her face in a ponytail, deep brown eyes with the kind of rich color that makes it hard to tell where iris ends and pupil begins, warm toned sepia-brown skin, muscular/athletic figure.

Yolanda: She messes with her hair on the daily sometimes so go wild with the styling, black hair (if left purely natural and not messed with, 3C curls), cool, jewel-toned skin that is often very expertly painted with makeup (the sparklier the better in her humble opinion). (Yolanda is fun because her fashion and makeup aesthetic can be anything because she loves to get creative with it, so there's no such thing as Too Much when it comes to her styles). Also Tall. Very Tall. Like 6'4".

Eileen: Bobbed naturally red/ginger hair that can get very fluffy. Freckles. Freckles. Freckles. Dark green eyes. Rounder/softer figure. Short. Very Short. Like 5' even short.

Informant: He keeps his black hair cut short, his eyes are ????? as they're hidden behind the sunglasses he wears. He wears relatively form-hiding clothes in general, and tends to stick to dark, neutral colors.

Ricky: Picture the kind of man that would wear a grey suit daily and yeah thats him.*

V: All V's have wild, somewhat wavy (like 2A) red hair and dark green eyes. Vera wears her hair long and loose (down to her hip, even), Vincent and Vega both keep it short, but Vega is more experimental with their styling. (Lowkey have sometimes debated giving them an undercut. It feels like something they'd do themself at like 2AM because they thought it might look neat)

Erin: Straight black hair and deep dark eyes that are, technically, brown but look black from pretty much any angle or light. All versions of Erin wear their hair relatively long, in order from longest to shortest: Female Erin, Male Erin, Agender Erin. Callouses on their fingertips from playing guitar. *Jokes aside: Brown hair that he keeps slicked back from his head. Pale blue eyes and sharp features. Always keeps his appearance pristine and crisp.

#answers #everyone #i hope my hair chart useage is correct #i thought itd be the most helpful for visual descriptions #hope this helps!#maybe one day i should make like #a color pallete thing for each character #if thats something yall would be interested in #could be fun just to also do colors associated w them #model citizens: unmasked #model citizens unmasked

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mayordoi · 4 months

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huzzah! 2023 art review!

it’s almost the end of the year, wowzers! i always do one of these art review thingies since i always like looking back at the art ive made :> last year i posted the review on my other account and left it at there, but this year i want to actually review each month and notable pieces i made… just for fun!

this post is very much just for me lol, but i hope someone out there enjoys it. month-by-month review + previous year in reviews will be under the cut! 🩷

(also, shoutout to tumblr for going rouge and posting this way way earlier than i had scheduled 😍 luckily tumblr post editor is weirdly based and kept all my embedded links when i pasted it from the old one? hell yeah)

Jan: started off the year with a painting of my beloved ocs after ending last year with one! (and i will be talking about my older year in reviews, rest assured). this was my obligatory cute shared scarf art, and i wanted to try attempting to render something more involved like two characters and draping cloth. i don't think the result was too shabby, though this was before i discovered my favorite rendering brush for procreate, so in hindsight, it looks kinda flat and boring now. where's all the crunch? ah but anyway, starting a whole year with your art in a mid place compared to what you made later on is par for the course.

Feb: probably the month where i had the least art to put here, i remember scraping a little to find one. this was a chrobin piece i made in my sketchbook! nothing too noteworthy... i think i tried doing a slightly different approach to coloring with markers (applying the color before the lineart) and incorporating paint, but i remember this one giving me trouble. first of all, the size i drew this in was really small (it was in a small sketchbook and i decided to mask the margins with comparatively wide masking tape), and second of all the paper was absolutely NOT built for gouache, so it ended up a kind of wrinkly and muddy mess. i mean i'm still not the best with gouache now but still, not my best.

March: a redraw of a robin piece i made back when i was still on amino. i probably won't share the old versions because they're crap, so just trust me on the redraw part. anyway, the last iteration of the concept was in 2019 i think? and while i was proud of it for a while, its luster finally faded and i decided to try doing it again in procreate. this was when i discovered my love for the soft chalk brush in the jingsketch basics brush pack. for a while i've been using the hard render brush in that pack to render, but this one's texture and chalkiness totally changed the game. i was in love!! also tried to be a little more crazy and vibrant with how i applied the base colors, using saturated colors across the board. this process didn't consistently stick, but i think it yielded some neat results here. another hit from this month was my piece of grandmaster robin, since i'm really proud of the detail here!.

Apr: guys, april was MY MONTH! i remember making so much art in just a few weeks, something just clicked in my brain i guess. i chose my drawings of hagane rin and len since this was when i truly began to get comfy in my lineart era (after the grandmaster drawing). this month was full of detailed line drawings at that, but this one was what made me both enjoy the process a lot and do more of it. hell yeah. other hits: vocaloids at mcdonald's (i drew a background omg!!!), alice in ny fanart (just the euphoria of finally nailing a composition for this piece after struggling with it in november was great), and the end-world normopathy fanart (it's a line drawing, and a traditional one at that. i was happy with incorporating gold accents into my typically monochromatic style when it comes to my line-focused drawings as well as getting tamari's mechanical details nailed).

May: hell yeah. evil power couple time. this one was another line-art heavy one since i thought it fit the vibe. the softer colors in the background i feel like could have been executed a little better, but i do like how this came out, especially the armor (good god fe armor is a pain to render, but i think i've gotten better at it this year! middle school me would be so jealous). not much else to say here. Other hit this month would be my alice of human sacrifice fanart, another line-heavy traditional drawing. i think it turned out nice, especially for a crammed composition lol.

Jun: another end-world normopathy-centered fanart. i mentioned it in my og post but i was trying out a slightly different painting style where i did a black-and-white base first and then added colors as an overlay (also in the initial upload of the post i was so fucking meek about posting fanart of mariyam's alternate design teased at the end of the mv?? 😭 sorry about that, i've edited it out but it's still in early reblogs. kind of cringe on my part). i didn't end up committing to this consistently cuz the beginning process was kind of tedious (plus i'm too inept to pay close attention to values anyway), but laying down all the colors after the long rendering process was rewarding! it's a nice alternative with i get bored with my other method to yield basically the same-looking result lol. this month featured some more pieces that tried using this process, like the one with my oc alice, lucina and dark pit hanging out, and f!robin's resplendent design from feh.

Jul: ah yes my typical flavor of "improvised oc art that i invent new symbolism for on the fly that i apply meaning to after i'm finished". kinda just wanted to paint something again because i've been doing a lot of line drawings lately and to go back to my old painting process again. honestly, i mainly picked this one because i wanted more oc art and non-lineart drawings to be in this chart lol. art i made this month that i'm real proud of is this family pic of some young cryptonloids (i really like how the colors came out on this one!) and my birthday drawing for miku's sweet 16, which was originally completed this month. i opted out of considering it for my july art to avoid confusion. also also, this very whack pathological facade fanart (plus some doodles i didn't post) opened my eyes to the beautiful world of NOISE and HALFTONES and just slapping crazy textures onto my art like nobody's business. hell yeah.

Aug: ok this one is kind of another piece i picked to represent this month that isn't quite my favorite but i chose anyway for the sake of variety (in this case, i wanted more traditional pieces and non-vocaloid stuff). for once, i used my bigger sketchbook to make a big n detailed piece for my boy's new brave alt in feh (that game has zero significance to me outside of cool alt costumes for my faves). my actual fave from this month was young miku/meiko/kaito chillin in their house; i'm real proud of the background and lighting! but i still like this robin too ofc, big fan of how the colors came out ;3

Sep: another traditional drawing! felt compelled to draw kandy again, specifically her evil miitopia great sage incarnation :> this one was pretty standard in terms of process, and not much was really done to experiment. just wanted to draw something cool of my girl for my sketchbook. other fave from this month is this sketchy miku i did, i like how loose it came out and how the colors pop.

Oct: pretty palutena!~ i think i went into this trying to do something a little different with my painting process (i think it was to try incorporating more colors in the shading like the blue in the dress or more saturated colors near the focal point, but i can't remember LOL) or try rendering a more detailed character w/ a background (even if the background was pretty vague). i like this one! especially the color cohesion, it's pretty swag imo. other faves from this month was fanart i made for the song "orbit" since i also like how the color cohesion came out for this one, and the maid dress/crossover drawing i made for cringetober. no other words needed to explain why.

Nov: another digital painting! it's yet another ghost song, this time "uncanny". i really loved the aesthetic of this song, especially its bold colors and simplistic shapes, so i wanted to try capturing it in my style. i really love how the colors turned out on this, though i've yet to truly recreate what i like about this particular painting again? regardless, it's one of my faves, deserving of one of my favorite ghost songs. few other highlights from this month would be my obligatory purple robin drawing for the month, my sketchbook drawing of my luka design, and my fanart of utsu-p's song "ga". i like how i was able to do a couple of my different "styles"/processes this month rather than just sticking to just one. they all have their own feel to them that i like to play around with depending on the idea.

Dec: and finally, we're at the end. like july, we have another heavily improvised oc drawing with symbolism i came up with on the spot. that's just how i do things. anyway, this turned out really good in my opinion! i tried to stick to a color palette i saved in procreate a long time ago, and damn is it a fine palette. it helped me get a little loose with the colors and solely focus on creating a strong composition with colors and contrast rather than get hung up on sticking to typical color palettes. i also really like how i did the background by essentially using the liquify tool to swish all the colors around and then polished it a little on top. made for a really cool effect. other notable work would be the companion piece i made with my other oc that had a similar style since i liked the process of this one. there will probably be more as of when i'm drafting this (at the beginning of december) but i just wanna be finished w this post already bro

all around, very satisfied with this year. there was kind of a lot of song fanarts (something that i am somewhat guilty about because it feels like i'm unoriginal or something, but i swear it's cuz i'm really passionate about vocaloid music and need to act on what my braincells do when i listen to certain tracks), but overall i'm happy i was able to maintain some slight variety in the art i made this year through my chosen mediums and "styles" or processes i use.

this was the first year where i really wanted to have a fully rendered piece i'm proud of to represent every month. now, i wouldn't recommend this since forcing yourself to make art is not a good mindset to be in (sometimes, with how early i pushed some pieces out in certain months to get the monthly quota over with makes it seem like i'm getting paid to have a pretty year-in-review LOL). i was pretty lucky to not really have much burnout i guess?

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ok now that all that boring stuff is out of the way, here’s my previous years! this is the sixth year i have made an art review chart.

lightning round review time! (probably just gonna be more boring stuff)

2018: ok, so this was the year where my prime art hosting platform was… amino… specifically smash amino. as much as i could rant about how much i hate that place now, i cant deny that it got me creating a lot of stuff. also it was an actual date archive for my traditional art because i never got in the habit of dating my physical art 🙃 uh don’t mind the absolute horrid graphic design on this one. i grabbed a template which was probably saved from a bunch of other places from amino and… didn’t really know how the formatting was supposed to work. first of all, i edited this in picsart on my phone and the chart wasn’t transparent, and second of all i didn’t know you were supposed to crop only the main focus so it could fit and be a little more clear. hence why its such a visual eyesore. i've been meaning to remake it to make it a little less bad (once i get my hands on the traditional pieces again), but i guess its shoddiness adds to its charm, much like amino. but anyway, 2018 was a bit of a turning point year for me in the smash amino art biz. on amino, i mostly made copies of official artwork from smash (character renders and so forth), and this year i actually tried experimenting with my own original ideas and scenes (my copying roots were still around at this time tho, seen in the november drawing which is based on ssbu’s mural art. i mainly moved on to copying artwork from feh). this was also the year i got my ipad and finally got into making digital art. i didn’t have the knowledge of digital art that i have today obviously, so colors and lighting were usually on the plain side. i also hit my stride with making more ambitious traditional art that incorporated backgrounds and such, and they’re pieces i’m still really proud of!

2019: so, i actually made this chart some time in 2021 or 22 because i didnt make an actual chart in 2019 officially (i forgor). which bums me out because i deleted my amino account by then, so a lot of dates for traditional pieces were flushed down the toilet the one time i needed them. so, to compensate, i tried scraping any digital piece i could to fill in some spaces, which is why some are more underwhelming than others. but yeah since this isn’t fully accurate to my art progress that year, 2019 is a bit fuzzy. main thing of note that year is midway through i got really REEAALLY into fire emblem: three houses and drew a lot of art of the characters (not shown much on the chart because they were mostly sketches and whatnot). imo there’s not much improvement or stylistic changes from 2018 in this year to note. 2020 on the other hand…

2020: if it wasn’t clear, this was my jojo phase. i got into jojo at the end of 2019 and my downward spiral into jojo hell bled into 2020 :p as such, i made a lot of jojo art. and because i made a lot of jojo art, this was the year where my style shifted drastically. i feel like it’s a common phenomenon for artists getting a total stylistic makeover after getting into jojo. whether it’s to imitate araki’s style or just trying to accommodate the characters’… features, i ended up facing the same thing. gone were big round heads with tiny mouths and in were tree trunk necks and higher effort placed in learning anatomy, both for the full body and well as the face. it was around may of this year i got procreate and moved on from ibis paint for digital art. while i still have my personal hangups with procreate, im glad i ended up investing in it since it really just works for me!!

2021: around summer 2020 in peak pandemic mood, i decided to indulge in some nostalgia and listened to some old vocaloid tunes from my middle school days. and then i kept rediscovering more stuff, and then i ended up browsing producers' individual discographies, and uh yeah i am still suffering the consequences of my vocaloid renaissance to this day. while it wasn't prominent in the 2020 chart, it really started to leak its way into my art subjects in 2021. however, i still primarily stuck to my roots with fe/"smash"/jojo fanart. this year was mainly trying to find my style again i suppose? i had already learned the ropes of procreate, its limitations, and the options it has to aid with the art making process, so it was just a matter of flinging a bunch attempts at a ~style~ to see which one i liked the most. i did try finding a painting/rendering style a lot by way of copying (mainly guessing based on speedpaints) other artists' styles and process with digital painting which ended up growing into my own thing. i know they all sort of look the same, but march, april, and october of this year all had slightly different ways of doing all the shading n rendering for painting that i liked experimenting w/ in the future.

2022: by this point, i had fully gotten used to procreate and the methods i used to make art, and the vocaloid train had no signs of stopping. i think the main thing of note this year was that i was able to break out of the "5 million overlays of pink and purple color vomit" box my digital art was set it. while it used to amuse me when i first began abusing it in my art, i guess i just sort of grew out of it? it ended up making a lot of my art look homogeneous, and it took out the fun trial and error of picking the colors to match the atmosphere myself. i also tried to get more experimental with my compositions, mainly in trying to make them more dense with Stuff as well as finally get a little more comfortable with drawing backgrounds. besides those things however, i remember feeling my art progress was very stagnant this year, with not much noticeable change from january to december. perhaps i've gotten a bit comfortable with the state it's in. regardless, still a good year all around.

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whew. THAT'S finally done with. if you made it to the end of this very me-centered ramble, congrats. i will probably make reblog additions in future years to continue this little saga. idk if i'll be as detailed as i was for the 2023 lineup, but we'll see.

#not art #year in review #year in review 2023 #art review #fanart #mayors ocs #traditional art #digital art #long post #art #artists on instagram

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thelolzblog · 1 year

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Putting the "Pen" in "Pencil"

I do not like to write with pencils. I will, when needed. I try to avoid it as much as possible, though. I’ve tried different “models” of mechanical pencils, including those that boasted pen-like casings that coworkers recommended. But none quite worked for me.

Until this week. Or weekend really. Let’s not get pedantic here.

I prefer pens, and a really good, smooth pen? *chef’s kiss* I have horrible handwriting, and I cramp up very easily (fingers, hands, wrist, you name it). But a really good pen can transcend its job as a writing instrument and become the tool that harmonizes your hand with the paper.

My primary pen of choice for over a decade has been the BiC Atlantis. Its price makes it more of an economy class model, but that’s okay because I need them in bulk so I can bring them to work, too. Additionally, my purse, bags, and desk drawers are where pens go to die — or at least hang out in limbo until they’re unearthed on the archaeological expeditions that are decluttering attempts.

Because of how much I prefer pens over pencils, I have always done crossword puzzles in pen. It’s not usually a problem, and I didn’t even think it was that big of deal until others pointed it out to me. I love crosswords. I love pens. It just made sense. (Semi-brag: friends have handed puzzles over to me they get stuck on so I can finish it.) I also have tons of crossword books, and they’re a great stress relief that also wakes your brain up — the good part, not the part that is going Chicken Little in the moment. Most are “easy” NY Times ones, and the one actual Sunday puzzle collection I bought was just too tricky for me to try and figure out. It now remains in my spare room just in case I need to rip it up for cat litter in an emergency.

A friend recently gave me a (very late) Christmas present: an NYT crossword book. Hooray! I kept it at work to do a couple clues between tasks to feed my ADHD and keep me going. However! These are medium-level puzzles. And they mean it! I realized after a few that doing them in pen was probably not the best thing anymore. It was time to admit my puzzle prowess was weakened. It was time to admit that I needed to get a good pencil. You always remember where you were when these kind of life turns happen, and I was at my desk wondering if my friend purposefully got me the harder book to mess with me.

But finding the right pencil for crosswords was…wait for it…the real puzzle to solve.

The search began, and unfortunately Google kept giving me results for pens that write like pencils, and not the other way around. (Okay, okay. We GET it. There are erasable pens. Papermate has been on top of that since I was in school. I’ve also used some that wrote well, but the erasing is really just applying heat through friction. Which means things disappear if your paper gets hot. ANYWAY.)

I just started searching on my next grocery order. BiC had some promising options — smooth and hard-to-break. The store ended up being out of one type, but they did have the .9 (thick) Velocity Max. I tried them, and they weren’t bad. The large eraser is convenient. It both comforts and mocks you: “We know you’re going to make huge mistakes, and we don’t want your arm to get tired trying to remove them. Here’s your big eraser, you big screw up!” They even come with extra lead and erasers. How thoughtful! The problem is the grip: the softer, gel-like part is too high. I did manage to slide it down lower. It looks odd, but it’s more comfortable. The bottom part is just too narrow and has nothing added to it for comfort. Not ideal, but doable. Even if one of the two colors they came in was orange, and we all know that orange is a color that tries too hard.

Luckily I tend to go into hyper obsessive research and testing mode. This usually just wastes my time away, but this time it came in handy! While looking online, I saw an item that I couldn’t help but add to my cart. A Wish List is no place for a pen like this. It was a 4-color BiC pen, with 3 ink colors and 1 option for pencil. It was a sleeker, multi-functional upgrade from those multi-colored pens I adored in childhood: it was the pen version of when the Power Rangers all put their vehicles together and made the big, large thing. Megazord. It was the Megazord. I couldn’t pull it out of my memory, but that’s to be expected from my pencil-for-crossword-needing old brain.

I am happy to report there was a fairy tale ending here. The good, non-messy kind that doesn’t leave a dead witch, giant, or talking wolf in its wake. (I can confirm no fantasy beings were harmed in the testing of these pens.) The grip on the 4-color pen is wide and feels great, much better than the Velocity model. The grip and lead make for a truly smooth writing experience, and I have tested it out on at least 10 crosswords at this point.

And what of the actual pen colors on it? This thing could’ve settled for just being a good pencil, but no. BiC said, “We don’t stop here. We keep going. We make this pen worth every penny.” Which was nice of them because it is not cheap, and it will run you between $5.50 to $7 — more than 1 dollar for each option. (They do throw in extra lead and erasers, just to note.) The width makes for a great writing experience for all colors. I actually used it at work yesterday to color code some notes, and it is definitely going to be in regular rotation for more than just the pencil part.

Very happy I purchased it, and I also bought some new highlighters. But that’s a review for another day.

#z writes things #this is literally a review on pens/pencils #but you asked for it #and by you #chicgeekgirl89 #sspaz1000

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0perfectimperfections0 · 2 years

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Trust Pt. 2

Lou was absentmindedly cleaning. His thoughts were certainly not on the mop in his hands, but rather on a continuous loop of the events that had gotten him in this position. It was tedious, he knew. But, there was little else to occupy his mind with.

It took less than half an hour for Lou to realize a pattern to his mopping. Blinking from his daze, he looked back to where he'd been to see a drying trail of water. Looking ahead, he noticed that there were splotches of multi-colored paint that followed a trail. The blonde blinked, tilting his head curiously.

One of those sock puppets probably didn't know they were dripping paint.

It seemed like the logical conclusion. He sighed and kept mopping.

The trail stopped before long and he looked up, face-to-face with a door to someone's house. He scoffed. Yeah, one of those Uglies carelessly carried paint to decorate their house or something. It seemed to be the new thing going on, painting houses.

Lou picked up his bucket of water and turned to head back toward the shed.

"Oh, hey, Lou! What a nice surprise!"

It was Moxy. The blonde turned, "I was cleaning up your mess."

She hummed, looking thoughtful, "Mess? Huh, that's weird. Well anyway! Since you're here, why don't you come inside?" She stepped to the side and gestured to the entrance.

Lou narrowed his eyes, "Why?"

"Because...it's hot out here. Are you hot? You look a little red. I think you should cool down. C'mon!" She started rapidly and once again made an encouraging gesture for him to come inside.

He still didn't trust it. He didn't trust HER.

"I think I'll pass." Lou turned away and began walking off. Moxy pulled down on the pink appendages on her head and hurried after him.

"Wait!" She halted in front of him. "Um...your water! It needs to be cleaned out. It's dirty and won't do you any good."

"I'll change it out at the shed," Lou replied coolly.

"But, why walk all the way over there when you can just do that here?" She smiled widely up at the former leader.

"What do you want?" He looked her up and down suspiciously.

Okay, so this plan wasn't working. In order to get Lou to comply, she'd have to be more direct. More...assertive.

Moxy groaned dramatically and grabbed him by the wrist, making him release the mop. "You're so on edge all the time! Learn to relax once in a while, geez. I'm not gonna murder you."

That wasn't even one of his concerns. But now that she mentioned it...

"Woah, Woah, Woah!" Lou tried pulling back but she was determined to get him through that door. He set the bucket down and attempted to pry her fingers off his wrist, "I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"Well, you are today." She pushed Lou forward into the house and quickly slammed the door shut, back pressed against it.

The blonde seethed and stood in front of her, "Let me out," he growled.

"Not until you let me in," Moxy retorted.

"What is that supposed to mean?!"

"I wanna know what's going through your head, Lou! I wanna understand what you've been through!"

"You didn't listen to anything I said last night, did you?"

"I did," Moxy defended, affronted. "I just...ignored it."

Lucky Bat came from around the corner, "Is everything okay?"

Moxy smiled, looking at Lou victoriously, "I brought a new patient."

"Patient?" Lou was taken aback. "F-For what?!"

The pink doll sighed, stepping closer to him with a softer countenance, "Lou, please, you're not the same anymore and we can all see it. You've got so much you're keeping hidden from us and it's not healthy. We just wanna understand what you're going through."

Lucky Bat stepped up beside Lou, "Which is why she suggested you talk to me. We'll just talk things through. Think of it like a...a--"

"Therapy?" Lou narrowed his eyes with a hiss.

The red doll smiled nervously, "W-Well...not...exactly. We can think of it more like a...a heart to heart."

"No."

"Lou, this isn't a negotiation," Moxy stated.

"A heart to heart is a two-way street, toots," he retorted. "I think I can safely assume I'm the only one carrying any baggage. And I'm not about to spill my guts out to anyone. Much less you two." He walked back up to the door that Moxy was blocking. "Now, let me out."

She didn't necessarily mean to, but her voice was sharp as she glared up at him. "Gosh darn it, Lou, you're gonna turn around, sit on that couch, and open up to us whether you like it or not! I can't stand watching you be in pain anymore knowing that I can do something about it. So, do yourself a favor and sit before I drag you over there and tie you down!"

Lou stared down at her with wide eyes. His eyes narrowed just a tad, but he eventually relented and walked over to the couch. Plopping down with his arms crossed in a pout.

Lucky Bat looked at her in surprise. She, too, was shocked by the results of that outburst. Shaking her head, she straightened and walked over confidently to the blonde doll, sitting down beside him. "Alright, that's more like it." He didn't meet her gaze. Silently glaring at the window. "So, where should we begin?" No response. She pretended to not be fazed by it. "How about your first day at the Institute?" Silence. "Did you start training the dolls immediately?"

He was still quiet for a long heartbeat. Finally, "There was no one here."

"No dolls?" Moxy asked.

"I was the only one at the Institute. The others hadn't been made yet."

Lucky Bat sat on Lou's other side, "When did the others show up?"

"A week after I arrived." He still was in no mood to talk and made that abundantly clear by his short sentences.

Lucky Bat pursed his lips in thought for a second. His eyes lit with an idea and he got up from his spot. "How about I make us some tea? Moxy, would you like a cup?" She nodded. He leaned down to whisper to her, "Keep him talking. Light conversation, though."

Once Lucky was gone, Moxy fiddled with her thumbs. Light conversation...easy.

"Why were you crying last night?"

Lou immediately narrowed his eyes at her. Okay, perhaps that wasn't light. "I wasn't."

"Yeah, you were. I heard you crying and screaming."

His face flushed, looking back to the window. "That's none of your business." Moxy sighed and noticed the dirt smudges on his face. He must have at least wiped off the tear stains, but she could still see some residue of where they'd dried on his cheeks. She finally gave in to the reflex and licked her finger, rubbing it against his cheek. He recoiled, pushing her hand away, "Ew! What are you doing?"

"You've got dirt and tears on your face. I'm trying to wipe it off if you'd stop struggling!" She continued her efforts and Lou leaned away from her.

"You're spit is grosser than dirt!"

"It's not gonna kill you," Moxy rolled her eyes and tried pulling him by the arm.

He scoffed and tried prying her fingers off, "Unfortunately."

That made her pause, fingers still laced around his upper arm. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Lou blinked at her for a second. He didn't expect her to make anything of the comment after everything he'd said thus far. The blonde put a scowl on his face again, "When is this stupid therapy session gonna be over?"

"Heart-to-heart," Moxy corrected. "And you didn't answer my question."

"This feels more like an interrogation," he hissed. Blue eyes glanced behind her to the door. Moxy wouldn't stand a chance at catching him, which fueled the image of him bolting to the door and making a run for it. The only problem was that the pink doll still had her hand around his arm.

Luckily for him, putting on a mask was another thing he'd learned to perfect over the years. Lou sighed, relaxing his posture, "This isn't going to work, you know. You can't fix me."

"I'm not trying to fix you, I'm trying to help you."

"It's the same thing."

Moxy finally released his arm, "Lou...I'm not here because I hate seeing how broken you are. I'm here because it hurts me to see how much pain you're in. We've all got a few cracks in us that need some patching, but you're not willing to let any of us get close enough to help you. And what," her voice wavered, lip quivering. Lou blinked in surprise to realize her eyes were watering. "...What hurts me is realizing that I'm one of the dolls that broke you in the first place."

He glanced back at the door. Moxy took in a shaky breath, "Go ahead. Leave if really want to. I know you've been trapped your whole life and...this whole plan of basically trapping you in this house is probably scaring you. If you get nothing else from this...just know that I do care about you."

Lucky Bat trotted back in with a tray in his wings. Setting it down on the coffee table, he handed a mug of tea to Moxy and then to Lou. The blonde eyed the mug being offered to him.

Was he really going to take this risk again? Of being hurt? But really, what more damage could they do? He'd already been kicked so many times while he was down that the blows didn't phase him anymore.

Moxy watched him hopefully. Lou hesitated a second longer before accepting the mug and giving a shy glance to the bat, "Thank you," he muttered.

Lucky smiled, giving Moxy an approving nod. Whatever she'd said, it worked. "Alright," the bat settled on Lou's other side, "so, where were we?"

#uglydolls #lou #fanfiction #moxy #writing #short story #luckybat #part 2

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ecclais-fouoras · 2 years

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Strawberry blonde

Chapter 3: date night

Ch2

Warning: Smut

It had been about a few weeks since she ended up at your doorstep, you had both talked and grew closer by each day.

"Why are you so sweet to me ?"

"What ?"

"You asked me out, do you know how many people have in the last 15 years ?"

Karen was seating on the sofa, takeout noodles still in her hands, still shook that you had made such a request.

"Is that a no ?"

You spoke after she realized she'd kept quiet for too long now.

"NO ! Yes, well no it's not a no, I wanna go out with you but where ?"

"I don't know what do you like ?"

"I have no idea"

"Cinema ? Museum ? Restaurant ? Hiking ?"

"Yeah I'd like that"

"Which ?"

"All of them"

"That's not a date sugar that's a whole life plan"

"I can work with that"

You smiled as she took your hand and kissed it. You smiled before asking

"Dinner and a museum is fine though right"

"Absolutely"

"Tomorrow night ?"

She heavily nodded making you giggle at her exaltation.

The next morning Karen woke up and it was all she could think about, you, asking her out on a date. What was she even supposed to do ? Wear ? Say ? She kept thinking about your eyes, and how she'd be a blubbering mess before you'd even get to dinner if you kept looking right through her.

She was very impatient about the night, she took a shower and scrubbed herself raw, claiming she couldn't let one ounce of dirt on her if she was to go out with you. Even after weeks of not being out on the streets she still somehow felt the dirtiness cling to her.

Three hours before it was time to go she realized she had nothing to wear, all of her clothes where practical ones or borrowed yours.she couldn't wear that for tonight ?! Karen began to feel anxious about not being able to look nice for you, trying desperately to figure out how she could find a good fit. Making it ? Buying it ? But she had not enough money. Stealing ? No she couldn't do that to you.

Pacing around the room she noticed an envelope, siting on the middle of the table, addressed to her. Carefully she opened it a d found about 30bucks and a note 'figured you didn't have much to wear, there's 40 $ to get something nice for tonight'. Her eyes watered at the gentleness of your action, always so careful about her. You knew her, so well, every bit of her unwind.

She got ready and headed out to the store, glancing around ever piece of clothing hanging from the corners of walls, middle of Ilses. Her hands skimming over fabrics softer than dreams, and more delicate than touch. She didn't know what to buy, for she hadn't been trying to be pretty for anyone or anything in forever. Didn't understand what velvet to get for it to glide against her skin, perhaps you wouldn't care ? No she had to do things right, to make that sparkle in your eye shine brighter than it ever did watching her. The dress needed to be feminine, Revieling but not to much, she wanted to keep part of her body as a surprise for your gaze in case you even desired to see it. She wanted something that would fit her curves nicely. She noticed the employees staring at her, they had probably seen her before, in much less acceptable attire. Perhaps she had hoped, and longed for the opportunity to one day finally wear the dresses displayed behind the glasses she had never dared to cross.

Her eyes found a red silk dress that seamed to kiss the manikin perfectly, her fingers draped against the fabric before she found one her size and held it, she took a bunch of other dresses, some shorter than others, a black V necked one, a blue sort of velvet one.

Ones her hands were full she skimmed over to the changing rooms. She tried all of them on, looking at her body in different cuts and colors. And, as she wore the deep red dress, the VENDEUSE couldn't hold back what she had to say "are ya even going to be able to afford that ? Since when do ya have money karen"

She was astonished by her phrase, Karen had begun to feel better about herself, and to be frank she loved herself in this dress, but maybe she was right ? She would never be able to be enough for you, who was she kidding, her Status wouldn't change, people would still see her as the homeless junkie and you wouldn't ever want her. Just as she started spiraling into her self loathing thoughts her phone buzzed on the stool. She picked it up before she could even reply to the blond. There was a text message from you.

*Hey sweetie, did you find the money to go shopping? How's it going? Found anything yet princess? Red will probs look good on you just saying, I'll be done with work in about an hour to pick you up ? I bet you'll look beautiful tonight. Looking forward to dinner, se ya :)*

She smiled stupidly at her phone, read your delicate words as it brought her some comfort.

"Whatchu smilin' about huh ? Something funny ? I don't think you should be in this store"

"I'll be taking this one."

"What ?"

"I'll be buying it you stupid bitch"

"With what ?"

"This" she pulled out the bills you gave her proudly shutting up the rude employee.

"Do you talk to all of your clients that way ? I'm sure your manager wouldn't like that wouldn't they ?" The girl walked away quietly while Karen smirked. She changed back to her clothes and paid for the clothing item before leaving, as she was walking back home she thought about makeup for a second. She didn't have any and hadn't worn any in years. So before going back home she stopped by a store to buy some. She know she had that 30 minutes to get ready so she took a quick shower and did her hair and make-up put on on the lovely dress that she had bought previously. She loves herself in the mirror all dolled up and found herself beautiful which she hadn't done in a long time.

She had your car pull up in the driveway and as you were coming in you said you needed a few minutes to get ready before you could both head out. She stayed in the bathroom and still hadn't revealed her outfit.

About 10 minutes later you said you were ready to go and grab your jacket and waited at the porch for Karen.

She arrived shortly and you stood there mouth gapping at her beauty which made her blush a little unused to this kind of look. After taking a few breaths you finally commented.

"You look very lovely darling"

"So do you if I must say so myself"

"Let's go shall we ?" You offered your arm before leading her to the car and opening the door. You wearing dark green suit, and your hair was down and pulled back by some gel.

You arrived at the restaurant quickly, Karen began fidgeting slightly which didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Darling relax, it's going to be fun"

"I know, but all these people are going to think I'm a clown, I mean I have no idea how to behave so classy"

"Don't worry, they'll forget about all of it once they see you in that dress, and as long as you don't burp and pick your nose in sure you'll be okay, besides I have no idea what fork is for what so we'll both look stupid and hot."

She giggled and you both entered, you asked for your table and the waitress took you there. Karen didn't miss the way she seemed to try and get your attention, but you never gave in, your eyes securely on her.

You spoke for hours, ordered fancy food and laughed at the ridiculeness of it all, you replaced a hair that fell in front of her face a couple times, you also touched her hand slightly, all of these gestures made her fluttery. She told you about her life before the street, secrets and lovers, dreams and talents, and you about work, and your past. Your fingers stoked her cheek as she spoke.

You left a few hours later, after you paid, and walked around the streets for a bit.

"Are you still hungry?"

"A little why ?"

"Let's go home and have some ice cream then"

You said as you both went back to the car and got home.

There you did her of her jacket and yours too before pulling out some desert from the freezer.

"Do you want to watch a movie while we eat ?"

"Sure" she said before you lit the tv and settled next to her.

You found something you would both enjoy and put it on. During the movie you both snuggled closer. Her head fell on your shoulder as she circled her arms against you and you pulled her in. At one point her eyes found yours, head tipped up in the dark of your living room, the street and tv illuminating her skin, you leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss on her lips. It was heaven, when you both met in the middle, and you pressed her closer to you.

Nothing really needed to be said, you both aknowleged your rising feelings for one another. Karen snuggled into you, her back relaying on your front on the sofa.

When the movie ended you were still both molded together, karen turned back to look into your eyes, something in her snapped, she grabbed your neck and kissed you soundly, clumsily, as someone who craves sweetness drinks lust. She straddled you, your palms immediately finding the fabric on her hips, gripping possessively at the dress bunching up at her thighs. Karen continued to hold your face and neck while you took the lead in kissing her, your teeth biting slightly and her mouth opening for you to explore. It was the heat between you both that made her start to grind down on your lap. "I think we better get to the bed before I have you fuck me right here" she wispered in your ear. You didn't need to be told twice. "fucking you on the sofa didn't sound so bad but hang on" Hands flew underneath her butt and you were up in the second. Stumbling around the house as she kept softly moaning while you pressed your lips to her neck and gently sucked on the spot that made her blush.

You finally made it to your room, her head pulled back while your lips descended further down. Gently you put her down on the bed, her eyes hungry for more, as she looked up at you straddling her. You didn't speak, much less needed to, everything was weeping out both of your eyes. Much less urgently, with the carefulness of someone who unravels a gift, your hands lowered the straps of her dress, lips discovering new hidden places.

For once she was cherished, embraced, touched.

You rid her of her bra, mouths crashing in a passionate kiss, while you pulled her dress further down, little moans filling the air..

"I haven't been touched like this since forever"

She wispered like a secret in your ear, "well that's gonna change for good"

You replied before pressing kissed and bites lower and lower still. She groaned and pushed her hips off of the bed as you played tenderly with her breasts, every now and then getting attention to her nipples.

"Fuck..y/n.." you heard as you gently pulled on it with you teeth. Her fingers gripping alternatively the sheets and your hair.

After a while you left her chest and went on discovering her abdomen, your fingertips grazing the skin. You kissed her one last time before caressing her mound through her panties, making sure to tease her enough before taking off her last undergarments.

"Baby, you look so pretty like this"

Your hands played with her for a little bit, smearing her arousal all over the place, hearing the erotic sounds coming from her as she pleaded you to stop messing around.

"Oh..Would you like something lovely ?"

"...y/n..please .."

"Do you want my fingers or my mouth sweet thing"

The praising did something interesting to her and you evidently noticed.

"..I don't care...just... fuck..."

Your fingers slammed into her easily and she didn't complain, quite the opposite the moans that left her mouth were quite obscene.

You pulled into her steadily making sure to avoid her clit, reserving it for after some teasing. Her pelvis was throwing itself at you, and you took the opportunity to lay down on top of her, making sure not to crush her but placing kisses on her throat. "..y/n..! Ah.. It's been...so long... I won't last ...forever"

Finally you decided to end her suffering and your thumb found her clit, it only took her a few strokes to come undone in your arms. She was surprisingly silent as she came, her body rigid and her breath shallow. Your fingers stilled inside her but didn't pull out, as you wanted to give her a little more of that bliss, also selfishly you wished to see her cum again, finding her desperately hot. When she calmed down, you gently lowered yourself and your mouth, kissed her clit before sucking softly. Her hips canted upwards, and it took the curling of your fingers inside that sweet spot in her to come again, louder this time.

A little while later, you were both laying in bed, Karen curled up against you.

"Thank you"

You heard her mumble from her place in your neck. "What for K ?"

"Everything"

"You don't have to darling"

"Also the sex was amazing"

"Karen !" You playfully dogged her. "You still don't have to thank me for that"

"I know, but I wanted to... Also I haven't really return the favor yet so.." she climbed on you before kissing your neck sweetly. You caressed her cheek before parting away from her.

"Let's sleep for now it's late, you can return the favor later on baby.."

#sarah paulson fanfiction #sarah paulson characters #tb karen x reader #tbkarenxreader #tbkaren

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rohitgurumith · 1 year

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PLACES OF THE MIND : CREATIVE DEVELOPMENT #16

This was by far the most Crucial stage of the project - The Environment Compositing. i kept losing my mind over how to approach this, if it was supposed to individually import the objects in after effects as png sequences or to finish the compositing in blender using the compositing nodes. after a while i realised that i wont be able to finish the project on time if i followed the after effects method since its a longer process. so i went ahead with the compositing nodes in blender.

THE COMPOSITING PROCESS (FANTASY WORLD) :

INSIDE THE GROUP :

FINAL OUTPUT :

So over here i grouped up the key nodes so it would be easier to import those nodes into the other project files and save me tons of time. I first added the brightness/contrast node since i felt like the scene needed sharper color. and then i proceeded to add the lens distortion node to give the objects the RGB Glitchy outline and the glare node to make the lighting smoother and get more out of it. i finally added a slight soften filter node to give the scene an overall smooth look. i felt like the lens distortion and the glare nodes were the heart of this composition process.

THE COMPOSITING PROCESS (CITY) :

INSIDE THE GROUP :

THE FINAL OUTPUT :

I grouped the nodes here for the same reason as above. i would say that the compositing process for this one was rather simple and non complicated. i used the glare and soften node to smoothen the scene and the rgb curves node to give it a decent color grading. and since this is a low poly environment and a regular city with no required special effects, i just kept things simple

CHARACTER COMPOSITING :

IN FANTASY WORLD :

THE OUTPUT :

IN CITY :

FINAL OUTPUT :

For both of these scenarios i was just messing around with the glow and rim effect values until i got my desired output since i wanted a cool rimlight effect. as you can see i decided to give the character a softer rimlight in the city in contrast to the rimlight in the fantasy world since the source of light was massive. its safe to say that im satisfied with both of these outputs

#practice 1 #placesofthemind

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evelxtus · 2 years

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Cᴀᴜɢʜᴛ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇsᴍᴇʀɪᴢɪɴɢʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

pairing. . . gorou, kaeya, xiao, diluc, childe x gn! reader.

warnings. . . not proofread, no pronouns mentioned, you pine for eachother, and nothing more. fluuuuff. <3

a/n. . . more self-indulgent sht 'cause i need it. :) its 3:30 wth.

GOROU is there, literally doing anything more than answering the requests for which he writes in the magazine, in the “That's Life” column. He's so engrossed in thinking about what he should write, what he should skip, that it takes him a few seconds to realize you've been staring at him completely spellbound. If he didn't already know that you pine for him, now it is more than obvious. Your eyes wandered over his ears, they twitched from time to time when a question was more difficult than the last, his brow furrowed with concentration, his lips pursed in frustration. In your eyes, he was a beautiful being.

GOROU finally lifts his head from the paper, connecting your gazes for a millisecond, which is how long it took you to take your eyes off the boy with a big blush on your cheeks. His heart skipped a beat, but he does stay watching you a little longer, his cheeks taking the same color as yours and his tail betraying him, shaking from side to side because of the simple thought that you were blushed thanks to him. Clearing his throat and shaking his head he refocused on his work, but it wasn't so easy now. His tail kept moving slightly behind him excitedly, silently waiting for you to look at him once more.

KAEYA will tease you about this whenever he has the opportunity. Literally that he caught you looking at him that way has been the worst (or best) thing that could happen to you, because it seems that that has given him the necessary impulse to flirt with you even twice as much as he already did, waiting for you to blush harder everytime, sometimes making you think that he's not even joking. He loves when you become a mumbling mess before him, especially in public. He's so amused by your reactions that now he's the one who can't take his eyes off you. When your eyebrows furrow in frustration and a small pout appears on your lips, he finds himself staring at you for longer than he thinks, and his cocky smile turns into a softer and more gentle one.

Oh archons, you make KAEYA feel things. When he comes back to reality, the sounds of drunkards, grass bottles and irrelevant conversations around slowly come back to his ears, reminding him where he is and that he must continue his little game of teasing you again. After all, that's no place to show his weakness for you. He already does that in private, away from prying or malicious eyes.

XIAO feels a mix of sensations inside him, and he doesn't understand what it is, all he knows is that it's quite pleasant. The adepti knows that it's somewhat selfish of him to ask you this, but if he could, he'd want your gaze to only fix on him, as you do now. With that same sparkle in your eyes. He knows you're looking at him, he notices it perfectly, and he hums knowingly, smiling to himself, turning his head so you don't see how his lips have taken a slightly curved shape.

XIAO wonders if you feel safe around him, but from the way your gaze is focused on him, he'd say he's doing quite the well job in giving you the feeling of security and comfort you need. It's not for anything in particular, he just wants to see how you look at him in this moment, so he returns his gaze in your direction, causing you to open your eyes wide in surprise and your cheeks to heat up. “Hmph.” Yeah, like he doesn't look at you the same way when you're distracted.

DILUC's first impression was that you wanted to ask him for a drink. Why else would you be staring at him so attentively while he was working in the tavern? But the real fact was that it was captivating to watch him move. How he takes the glasses and fills them with whatever liquid, how his slender fingers hold the crystal perfectly, how his reddish hair falls perfectly down his back, he's art for you. The man quickly knew that there was something more behind that look, not a simple request.

DILUC quietly stares back at you, his cheeks turning the color of his hair as he watches the fool grin that formed on your face as his crimson eyes met yours. You don't notice it, but his heart is about to explode, berating himself internally for misunderstanding his clients just for looking at you. And what does it matter? They can wait. Right now, he wants to watch how the sparkle in your eyes seem to adore him silently. It's something he really needs to feel, and only a looping phrase resonates in his mind. “Damn it, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

CHILDE also teases you quite a bit about this, but not as much as you think. You love to watch him when he fights, when he trains, when he wins every match and comes back victorious to you. Although his movements are fast and dangerous, you are always mesmerized for some reason. Well, do you know why the fatui doesn't tease you so much about staring at him this way? Because he also looks at you the exact same way you do. When you fall asleep next to him, when you laugh at some of his jokes, when you play with his little brother Teucer and entertain him. His heart flutters in his chest and thousands of butterflies flap his wings on his stomach, and he is unable to take his eyes off you.

It is as if CHILDE has found peace in every gesture you make. Something that is nothing like his beloved fights, but that he loves even more. And because of that, he doesn't tease you too much. And if he does, you tend to fight back, making his mouth shut and accept defeat easier than he ever will in his life. Because you drive him crazy, and he's not able to deny the truth.

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emperor-palpaminty · 2 years

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Rayshe’a

Is this essentially just a certain clone who is now living under a mando'a name and identity?

... yes. Yes it is.

You had not anticipated being kidnapped on your way to the Senate building. If you had been informed ahead of time, you would have made room for it in your calendar. You had informed your armor-clad napper of this, and they told you to, very politely, shut the kark up.

Okay. Maybe not politely. So you sat back, tongue held between your teeth lest it move with words that would offend the shiny person driving the speeder. You looked out the window, mind racing for a plan of escape- it was possible. People had escaped from Mandalorians before... Right?

You shifted in the seat of the speeder. Your robes, purely ornamental, still clung to you, your sweaty skin, the ornaments that stayed on you. They didn't tell you what they wanted. Money, power, nothing. You sighed softly, pressing your forehead on the window. Bright colors whizzed by as you flew, and your heart pounded in your ears. You drummed your foot on the floor softly.

"Stop that." The muffled voice of the Mandalorian huffed.

"Stop what?"

"Tapping your foot."

"I didn't realize it was so loud." Your foot slowed but did not stop. "Maybe I'll stop if you tell me where we're going."

The helmet gleamed as the Mandalorian softly shook their head. "Sorry. Can't. Direct orders."

"From who?" You scooted forward, urging to itch that courious nagging at your mind. "Who told you to kidnap me? Is this a hostage situation?"

"The Manda'lore has his reasons. I'm under orders to take you to him and he will explain it." The Mandalorian armor on them glistened as they turned the speeder sharply, joustling you and making you slide. "I'm also under direct orders to not harm you, but you're making it hard."

"Is your leader on this planet?"

"Briefly."

"So why am I going?"

"He wanted you, so I am taking you to him."

You snorted and leaned back, crossing your arms. "So you kidnapped me on my way to work because your man asked for me? Is it for... A raise?"

Silence.

You leaned back and bit your cheek again, staring out at the window again. "You won't be able to get away with this, you know. Everyone will be after you." There was no response. You sucked in a breath and looked away, out the window, heart pounding. You hoped someone would be after you.

"He said he knows that." The armored driver said, voice muffled from the helmet in the most intimidating of ways. "But I am just the errand person."

"Delivering a kidnapee is an errand?"

Again, no words game, simply a rolling shrug and silence. The hum of the speeder filled the carriage and vibrated around you as the Mandalorian dove it down towards the lower levels of Corascaunt.

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If someone was coming to get you out of this mess, they didn't get to you by the time you reached the building that you assumed was your arrival. It would be suicide to try and fight your way out of this, and besides, they had taken your small pistol you kept tucked into your belt.

You shrugged away at the gloved hand reaching to guide you. Your brows were narrowed in defiance, and you walked, chin held high, into the den of the viper.

Mandalorian stood, turning easily when you entered, the ones who had captured you or waited outside your transport walking by you. You kept your eyes straight ahead, hands grasping one another to keep from shaking. They hadn't cuffed you- nor were they holding you in any way.

"Why," You managed, softly. "Am I here? Am I a prisoner or not?"

"Would you have rather us cuffed you and walked you with our guns to your back?" The sarcasm was not muffled through the helmet. You stayed silent, and the sarcastic Mandalorian, with zabrak horns peering through her helm, spoke in a softer and more dangerous voice. "Besides, pure to valuable to hurt. Rayshe'a would be unhappy with us."

"Who?"

"Our leader. He's why you're here."

You pursed your lips as the room fell silent, and the Mandalorians around you stopped walking. Your feet assumed the same stillness.

The Mandalorian you assumed was Rayshe'a sat on the dias, talking (under his helmet it was hard to tell) with a group of unhemleted mandalorians. Their faces were diverse- zabraks, twieliks, a togruta with a tracked tendril, and they all looked at you with the same courious eyes and expression. The leader sat up, the few peices if beskar he had on gleaming in the dim light. The rest of his armor was white, blue, dirty- with a beskar chest plate and a blue symbol you couldn't discern from the distance.

"Rayshe'a," The mandalorian who had driven you here stepped forward. Her voice boomed with reverence, reverbating with awe. "The senator you requested to see."

The Mandalorian walked down, his cape swaying from one armor-clad shoulder. Even though you kept your chin high with the senatorial dignity you were used to defending, you felt your shoulders sink, soaking in the silent echo of admiration. You could not see why they loved this leader, but you knew he was that- a leader. "I've come on peaceful terms." You said, holding your voice level. Democratic. Not loud, but certainly there.

"You would have come on any terms." The Mandalorian said, his helmet remaining still in your direction- or was it just on you?

You shifted, the garmet swaying around you. "What makes you think that?"

The Mandalorian stayed, frozen. The clan, though different, had taken in the same air and were holding it, watching you two. Live wires, prodding, unsure if the spark would cause a fire or redirect a positive power. His hands finally moved, and you got a good view of his chest plate again- the blue inscription was simple, the number five.

The helmet lifted, and the face of a dead man was underneath. "Senator." He breathed, and the room exhaled with him.

You choked, feet stuttering as you moved back, and then launched forward and sprinted to him. Formalities dropped as you lept into his arms, voice a croak. "Fives."

#fives x reader #fives x you #mandalorian fives #clone wars reader insert #arc trooper fives x reader #arc trooper fives x you #minty writes #fives lives au #no order 66 au #star wars reader insert

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jarofstyles · 3 years

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PLEASE WRITE CEORRY!! Maybe y/n is his personal assistant or secretary and he’s mean to everyone in the building expect her🥺

Ok let’s maybe see how this goes 👀👀 if you want me to continue, let me know

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When you heard the name Harry Styles, there were a few emotions that would pass you by. Awe because of how successful he was. Lust, because undoubtably the man was one of the sexiest bachelors out there. Pictures of him and his famous stone cold face but handsome face covered news outlets when he went to charity events or galas. There was curiosity, because little was known about him. And then… fear.

He was scary. Intimidating. He wasn’t warm and fuzzy, he wasn’t one too mess with and he was known to fire at will. His employees knew that, and he theorized that perhaps that’s why he was so successful. There were minimal mistakes because, simply put, no one survived one too many mistakes. His face was cold and unmoving and he didn’t entertain fools. At his age and with his experience he learned to read people and ultimately, never give blind trust because it always led to someone being burned.

The people who worked for Harry knew boundaries right away. Knocking first and waiting for an answer. Waiting to be addressed. He wanted to be addressed as Mr.Styles and he never looked a hair out of place. Keeping eye contact with him was hard because it seemed like he looked into your soul. It wasn’t something that a lot of people could do.

That is, until Y/N entered.

The bubbly, sweet girl listened to the warnings. But she didn’t heed them. When she had been given a leg up by her father’s friend and got the role of assistant for him, she had been ecstatic. Of course there were the warnings that he barely kept assistants for a month. The horror stories had been how he fired someone for giving him his coffee at 8:15 instead of 8 on the dot. Or how he fired someone for their shirt being an obnoxious shade of pink. She merely scoffed, thinking that he was obviously an entitled man baby if he actually did those things.

Y/N burst into Harry’s life like a hurricane of color, chaos, and caramel coffee.

Her first day, she knocked and went right in without being addressed. His hackles raised as he was immediately angered, face raising to yell at whoever it was finger the fuck out, but he was interrupted far too quickly.

“Hello, Mr.Styles. I’m Y/N and I’m your assistant, I think we are going to get along very well. I know you usually have black coffee and one sugar but that’s a bit boring. I got you an iced caramel. It always perks me up, and the cup was cute.” She placed it in front of his shocked form, though his face was still stony.

Who was this girl? And who the hell did she think she was, flouncing into his office in her pretty dress and slightly chipped nail polish and the smell of lavender surrounding the air around her? Wirh bright eyes and slightly crooked smile that had him doing a double take?

It turned out, she turned out to be Y/N.

The girl he had an awful, juvenile, all encompassing, dirty, filthy and mushy crush on.

Harry was older than her. He was well educated and high up in the business field with the world at his fingertips, and yet he found himself dreaming about taking her hand into his and kissing her knuckles as he drove her places. He was pathetic. His bubbly assistant that often reminded him of fairies or princesses in those tall tales was the one to make him lose his grip, after working so hard for years and years to get himself to this place. He was the boss, this was his company for fucks sake! And he lets this bunny like woman walk all over him.

Y/N never really saw the attitude that Mr.Styles have to other people directed at herself. It was grumpy, sure. But he seemed… softer with her. He only scowled when she got into his personal space to fix his hair, never smacked her away or stepped out of the line of touch. He would nod and try any coffee concoction she would bring him, got used to her letting herself in after a warning knock, and never told her to shut up when she drabbles on about the new book she read or record she bought.

Harry was like… a puppy. Scary to some but to her, he let her see the glimpse of the true softy under it all. Especially that time where she had been in tears because she had ruined her favorite blouse with printer ink.

Harry had felt the most panic he had felt in a while when he had walked out to hear some sniffling. Her beautiful cream colored blouse she had just been going on about being proud of, covered in a deadly ink stain that wouldn’t possibly come out. He knew she had saved up for it. That she had been waiting for it. Her tears broke his damn heart, made him want to reach out and grab her cheeks, wipe them clean and buy her the blouse in every single color.

Instead he was somewhat reasonable.

He placed a hand on her back and handed her his black credit card.

“Go take some time n’buy a new one. Please. Don’t fight me on it, s’my fault for not warning you the machine wasn’t working properly today. Buy a few more if you’d like. I’d like to see at least a few hundred gone from the statement.” He spoke softly, though his voice was still gruff. Never had he done such an act in plain sight- his charity or good deeds were hidden. While he was actually a good person, people didn’t need to know the details. Theyd ask for hand outs, he dealt with it already.

Beautiful, sweet Y/N, however, bought his coffee on her own card despite his protests. She would research new food around them and grab him what she thinks he would like, 99.9% of the time nailing it right on the head. She was slightly abrasive to his normal taste, but he was a sucker for her. Had him wrapped around her resin ring clad fingers, just didn’t know it yet.

He was so fucked.

#fluff #ceorry #ceo Harry #blurbs #blurb #drabble #fluffy #fluff blurb #harry fluff #harry drabble #harry styles one shot #writing #jarofstyles #harry styles fanfic

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fangirlingtodeath513 · 3 years

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Ayo this is unedited notes from Misha’s panel excuse the emojis (except for the one after Misha said “what are they gonna do, fire me?” because that one was warrented)

* Watching the finale was tough because it represented the end of a chapter of his life but he has a palpable feeling that the spn family isn’t going anywhere

* Favorite memory making a recipe w/kids and Vicki? Pasta with jam sauce 🥺 bizarre and totally disgusting 😂

* Projects in mind? Yes, worked a lot on US election which was pretty invigorating for him, plans to do more work on Georgia runoff elections. Publishing a book of poetry, close to closing a deal with a publisher for that. Couple of film projects he’s trying to get off the ground, one he wouldn’t be in or direct, other interested in directing and possibly acting.

* What do you think happened when Jack brought Cas back and what’s he doing? There was a different ending that COVID made impossible to shoot. Not supposed to talk about it but it was big crowd scenes. In the original iteration, he didn’t go to recreate Heaven, he had a different ending. Didn’t read the last two endings and watched them as they aired. Knew in the abstract what Cas and Jack’s fates were but he doesn’t really know what the answer is.

* What was West and Maison’s experience of watching Spn for the first time? They can’t watch scary things at all so they haven’t ever watched a full episode. West and Maison asked him to tell them when a scary part was coming up and Misha said “well unfortunately, I don’t really know”. Kids looked totally shellshocked at the cold open 😂 Spn may have been good for his career and the fandom but has irrevocably scarred his children

* Screencapping chat because they’re typing too fast 😂

* Will you go to Russia again? He’d love to but he’s said a lot of bad things about Putin so he might be arrested 😂

* What qualities do he and Cas share? Over time, the character melded with Misha and became softer and more sensitive and tried to do the right thing and be a good person.

* What’s the one thing you’ll take with you from playing Castiel? He thinks a lot. On a professional level, it was fascinating to play a character for so many years, (discussed recently with J2) the characters really became a part of them. Watching Dean’s death he cried, but because “that’s Cas’s friend Dean dying”. Cas will always be will him, an aspect of his being forever.

* What’s your favorite thing to bake with kiddos? Loves to bake pie, fave is strawberry rhubarb.

* He teared up watching 15x18 🥺

* Have other cast members disclosed what the original ending was supposed to be? Doesn’t want to be the one to reveal state secrets but “What are they gonna do, fire me? 😏”

* We saw a version of Heaven that was populated with all the people from their past. But they couldn’t do that due to COVID restrictions.

* Fave BTS memory from set? Don’t have one, they’ve been close friends for 12 years. They’ve had laughing fits, fights, gotten pissed off at each other, but some of his fondest memories of work are of Supernatural.

* Why did Cas’s trench coat stay intact? He can magically mend his clothing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ When he went in, they wanted him to look like Constantine-suit was way too big, had to fold his shirt and tuck it because it was too big. He got a new suit at first which wasn’t explained, lost the tie and then brought it back, which wasn’t explained, and once season they just started him in a new wardrobe and said nothing 😂

* Stole trench coats from set, will probably wrap them around himself and cry at some point

* To get in the zone for Cas’s confession and death, he went and sat in a dark corner of the set and Rob Hayter stood guard over him so no one would bother him 🥺 and when they were ready for him on set, Rob would come over very gently and say “Misha they’re ready for you”

* How did you feel when you read 15x18? He knew that ending was coming for a long time, been talking to Berens about it, and was really happy about it. It was the ending he wanted for Cas. Felt risky and brave for the show to do and he was proud to be a part of that. Seen people complaining about bury your gays trope and he doesn’t feel that’s what happened with Cas’s ending. He’a glad Cas got to have that moment and he’s proud the show did that.

* Do you think you’ll get an SPN tattoo? Doesn’t have any, was thinking about getting some for his children. Should he get tats of Jensen and Jared’s faces? 😂 Get a tat of Cas’s face on his abdomen? 😂 Probably no tattoo re:spn for him but he totally supports anyone that does.

* The last scene he shot as Cas was the last scene of the day on Friday. He, Alex, Rich, and Jensen all had to get to Vegas for a con. They shot late into the night and finished around 1:30-very teary, Misha’s goodbye to the show- had to get a chartered flight to get there on time. One of the engines exploded and they had to circle back, plane was shaking, really scary. Texting their families, didn’t know if they were gonna crash land. It was such a strange night, super intense.

* He misses the pimpmoble.

* What non-hunter job would Cas be good at? Security guard, he never sleeps and never gets bored. Not a great teacher, architect, or artist. Handy in the kitchen, maybe a cook?

* What color are Cas’s wings? Shit, idk, I always thought they were black. Ah! They’re rainbow colored, how about that?

* When he was directing, Jared would take the canvas off his director’s chair and lay it over so it looked like a real chair and Misha fell for that probably 5 times. Jared kept messing up lines so Misha cut and went to see what was wrong and Jared pied him in the face. Jensen brought him another shirt with was nice, went for lunch and Jensen pied him in the face 🙄😂

* Real story behind the handprint in 15x18? He doesn’t remember but it was a really nice touch.

* Fave thing about panels? He and Jensen have had a lot of fun panels in Rome 👀 Brought up the resume-off 👀👀 Had pizza delivered to a panel once.

* Fave version of Castiel to play? Had fun playing Lucifer. Loved playing human!Cas, was fun to explore what it would be like. Just regular Cas was his favorite. Wouldn’t have wanted to trade regular Cas for any other iterations 🥺

#misha collins #supernatural #spn spoilers

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The Great Academia Road Trip, Part 4 (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Summary: When Kaminari flees from the friends he's playing cards with during a game night at a hotel, their ensuing chase and tickle attack leads to a conversation the electric blonde never knew he needed to have.

A/N: I really like this one because I think it highlights the importance of having conversations about your wants and boundaries before entering play with others. Plus it's cool character development for these three, and I like that, too. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,293

Part 1

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“Uno!”

“Agh, seriously?” Ojiro groaned, glancing at Kaminari’s single card with resigned frustration. “That’s the fifth one! How many of these do you plan to win?”

“All of them,” Denki replied with a smirk. “Obviously.”

Shinsou considered a moment, eyeing his hand. He had a draw four card, but he also had the color in play right now. Plus that would go to Ojiro anyway, and he didn’t want to rob his friend of the chance to stop Kaminari. Any other card he played would leave it up to Ojiro instead. He could reverse it, but that only risked Denki having the color in play and winning the game.

Finally he huffed out a sigh and tossed down a nine. “Good luck, man.”

Ojiro groaned again, hesitated, then decided to draw. A relieved look passed over his face for a brief moment before the reality of his choice settled in. He placed the wild card on the deck and thought for a long, hard moment, entering a staring contest with Kami, who just smirked at him in return.

“…blue,” Ojiro finally said.

Kami sighed, reached for the deck…then lay down his last card – also a wild card – and threw his hands in the air in victory. “Haha! Fifth win, baby!”

Both Ojiro and Shinsou groaned loudly, tossing down their unplayed hands in defeat.

“What the heck, Kaminari?” Shinsou asked. “You’re, like, the king of every game I ever play with you. First Mario Kart, now this?”

Kaminari smirked. “I’m just that good, my friend.”

Ojiro tried to share a glance with Shinsou, but the purple-haired boy was already gathering up the cards to shuffle them again. The blonde snuck his tail over to him under the table, brushing it along his side gently. Shinsou jolted and shot his eyes to him at last, and finally, an exchange of information without words took place.

“You know, Denki, I think there’s one game that both Shinsou and I could beat you at easily,” Ojiro challenged, knowing their friend would take the bait.

“Oh yeah? What is it? Bring it on, punks – I’ll be happy to wipe the floor with you again!” Kaminari grinned, winking to let them know he was kidding. Mostly.

Shinsou took his turn to smirk confidently. “You’re awfully cocky for someone so ticklish, you know.”

Denki froze, eyes going wide. He looked between the two of them, then around at the others in their class who were seated at separate tables in the dining room, each playing their own card or board game. After a long travel day, their teachers had decided to let them have the night off to rest and recuperate before the next round of training in the morning. Though no one had overheard their conversation, if Ojiro and Shinsou started tickling him, everyone in the room was going to tune in to their game.

“Um…c-can’t we talk about this?” Kami tried, turning back to them nervously. He’d had a chance to tell his other group of friends about his preference for lighter tickles, but he hadn’t told Ojiro or Shinsou yet, and if he brought it up now it would just look like a cop-out. “Please don’t attack me with tickles right now. I don’t want everyone to see me like that.”

Ojiro quirked a brow, shared another look with his partner in crime, and hummed. “Fine. Then the game we’ll play now is ‘keep quiet.’ While we play this next round of Uno, Shinsou and I will tickle you at random, and you have to keep quiet when we do or you automatically forfeit the round.”

Kaminari didn’t like his prospects, but it was better than the alternative, so he nodded. “S-Sure. Fine. I can still beat both of you.”

Shinsou shuffled, dealt, and began the next round of play without a word, though he was smirking slightly. Ojiro played, then Kami, then Shinsou, and so on, until the sparky blonde began to wonder when the first tickles would come. The longer they played, the more nervous he got, until finally Shinsou moved slightly, and Kaminari leapt out of his chair with a yelp that drew everyone’s attention to him anyway.

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” Shinsou chuckled.

Denki backed away from the table, eyeing the dining room exit. “You said I had to keep quiet. You didn’t say I couldn’t run away.”

“Run away now,” Ojiro dared, “and we’ll hunt you down and tickle you whether others are watching or not.”

Kaminari considered for exactly one second.

Then he took off at a sprint for the door.

Lucky for him, they weren’t allowed to use their quirks in the hotel, otherwise he knew either one of them would have caught up with him immediately. As it was, Ojiro had to let his tail drag behind him and Shinsou couldn’t use his binding cloth to lasso him, so they all ended up running to the nearest set of stairs, darting up them as fast as they could. Kaminari’s heart was racing and the sounds of the chase were freaking him out, but he was determined to at least make it back to the room they were sharing for the night before anything went down.

Finally they reached the fifth floor, and Denki bolted into their blessedly empty room, Shinsou and Ojiro hot on his heels. Shinsou had the presence of mind to close the door behind them even as Ojiro tackled Kami to the ground and immediately started tickling.

“Be gehehehehehentle – be gehehehehentle, plehehehehease!” Denki shrieked through his giggles, squirming and kicking already. He thought maybe he could toughen up and take the harsher tickles he knew were coming his way for running, but now that he was here, he knew he couldn’t, and he hadn’t talked about a safe word with either of these friends yet, so he had to get the words out now. “No hahahahahahard tihihihickles, please! I’m seheheheheherious!”

Ojiro kept him pinned to the floor but eased up on his attack slightly, eyeing his friend with curiosity. “Hey…you okay, man?”

Shinsou knelt beside them both.

“I don’t care if you tickle me,” Denki said in a rush, embarrassed, just wanting to get it over with. “Just please don’t tickle hard. I don’t – I don’t like being made to scream and beg. I just want to laugh.”

Ojiro opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could, Shinsou reached over and began carefully poking and prodding at Kami’s side and ribs. “Gentle tickles. You got it.”

Denki flopped onto the floor, out of breath from running so fast and now giggling quietly at the light touches, but his smile was genuine, and both of his friends could see it.

“You like soft tickles, huh, Denki?” Ojiro teased, carefully straddling him and motioning for Shinsou to take his arms. Once his torso was exposed, the blonde scribbled his fingers over his belly and hips. “Wouldn’t have thought you were the type.”

“I would’ve,” Shinsou said quietly. “I’ve spoken to some of our other mutual friends, and they told me you’re more ticklish than Midoriya. Knowing that, and knowing your personality, I assumed that if you liked tickling at all you’d probably like softer tickles due to your sensitivity.” He hummed. “Truthfully, I’m surprised Todoroki can stand being tickled like you tickled him earlier. He seems pretty sensitive himself.”

Kaminari giggled helplessly beneath them both, flushed red from Shinsou’s casual observations about how ticklish he was. He arched his back when Ojiro got a little too close to his waistline. “I c-cahahahahahan’t hehehehelp it,” he whined. “I juhuhuhuhust can’t tahahahahake anything rohohough.”

“Who said anything about helping it?” Shinsou asked.

“Yeah.” Ojiro smirked. “Everyone has their preferences. Even Kirishima has his limits, and we all know he loves being tickled until he’s screaming and crying. It’s all good, Denki. If you just want gentle tickles, we’ll tickle you gently. Doesn’t mean we’ll go easy on the teasing, though~”

Denki whined again. “Nohohohohohohoho, no teheheheheasing…” But he obviously didn’t mean it.

For the next several minutes the two of them tickled Denki into a happy, giggly stupor – so much so that at some point he even stopped resisting the teasing. He just let it all wash over him, let it consume him, let it take him to an elated plane of existence.

Then Ojiro’s tail brushed over his kneecaps, and he jolted right back down to Earth. “No! Nohohohoho, not the knehehehehehees!”

Ojiro lifted his tail. “Sorry. I promise I’ll be really soft, but if you’d rather not mess with that spot at all, I’ll leave it alone.”

Kami couldn’t stop giggling for Shinsou’s fingers in his underarms, but he took a moment to consider before replying. “G-Gehehehehentle,” he said at last, blushing. “My sahahahahafe word is rehehehehed.”

“A safe word?” Ojrio asked.

Shinsou nodded. “That’s a good idea, actually. I should have one of those.”

“Eheheheheveryone should. I t-thihihihihihink mohohohohost of us hahahahahave one if we’re tihihihihihickled enough for it to mahahahahatter.”

“Okay, red means stop for real. Got it.” Ojiro let his tail begin brushing over Kami’s kneecaps again, making the blonde arch his back with a squeal, giggles already bordering on laughter just from the lightest touch. “You okay?”

“Yehehehehehehehes!” Denki whimpered, grinning widely despite himself. “I’m okahahahahay!”

Shinsou took the opportunity to move down to his ribs while Ojiro let his tail brush a little more over his knees, making the blonde sputter and laugh and squirm beneath them.

“Frick, it tihihihihihihickles – it tickles so muhuhuhuhuhuch!” Kami squealed. “How dohohohoes eheheheheveryone do thihihihihis?!”

“What do you mean?” Ojiro asked.

“D-Deheheheheku and Tohohohodoroki and Kirishimahahaha – all of thehehehehem can take beheheheing tickled on their wohohohohorst spot for wahahahay longer than mehehehehe! How do thehehehehey do it?!”

“They just have different tolerance levels, that’s all.”

“It doesn’t make you any weaker for not liking it like they do,” Shinsou added quickly, firmly. “Again, everyone has their preferences. You can probably handle softer, teasing tickles way longer than they can. I know for a fact Midoriya can’t stand being teased and tickled at the same time.”

Ojiro flashed him a smirk. “Had a tickle fight with Deku, did you?”

“Yes. He lost, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

Kaminari suddenly felt like it was all too much, and he called out the safe word around a mouthful of giggles. The others let up immediately, and when he sat up, he sighed heavily, feeling worse than before. “Part of me kind of wants to be able to take that level of tickling. It looks fun on the outside, but when it’s actually happening to me I just can’t stand it. It feels more like torture than fun and I always bail immediately.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with that,” Ojiro said firmly, grabbing his shoulder. “Just because a lot of others in our class like being tickled that hard doesn’t mean you have to. Think about Iida. He sits by and watches all of us laugh ourselves to death on the regular, but he never wants anyone to tickle him, and that’s perfectly valid. If you like it, you like it. If you don’t, you don’t. And it’s not like you hate tickling entirely – just the harsher stuff, right?”

Kami sighed. “Right.”

“If you start comparing your endurance levels to others in your class, then you’ve completely missed the point of tickling.” Shinsou spoke quietly but with conviction. “People tickle each other to make each other smile, laugh, and be happy. You can do that with soft tickles just as easily as hard ones. When do you feel happier – after someone pokes you lightly or digs into your worst spot without mercy for ten seconds?”

“Pokes me lightly,” Denki replied immediately, shuddering at the memory of the second option.

“Then that’s your tickle type.”

Ojiro and Denki both looked at Shinsou with blank stares. “Tickle type?”

“Yeah. Everyone’s got a different one. I like being tickled both roughly and gently, but sometimes I’m in the mood for different kinds. That’s my type.” The violet-haired boy looked to Ojiro. “You?”

“Um…I’ve never really thought about it,” Ojiro admitted, “but I guess…I’m only in the mood for it sometimes, and when I am I usually like to just go all-out tickle fight until someone surrenders.”

Shinsou nodded, looking to Kaminari next. “So, what’s your tickle type?”

Kaminari couldn’t explain why, but being asked that for the first time made him feel so much better, so much more confident and in control. “I…I’m in the mood for it whenever, as long as it’s gentle. I don’t like being made to beg for mercy or scream my lungs out. I just like being poked and tickled really softly. Sometimes for prolonged periods if I just want to giggle mindlessly for a while.”

Once he was done, Shinsou nodded again. “See? Three different people, three different tickling preferences. It’s not about how much you can take. It’s about how much you want, and what kind you want. All that matters is that you’re comfortable and having fun. That looks different for everyone. You should ask Midoriya and Todoroki what their types are sometime. I’m sure their answers will be really different. They may even surprise you.”

After a beat of silence, Denki offered him a smile. “You know, you’re wise beyond your years, Shinsou.”

“Thanks.”

Ojiro asked, “So have you had enough for tonight? Or would you like us to tickle you more?”

Denki flushed pink and averted his eyes, but replied, “I…wouldn’t mind a little more. Now that I’m feeling better about it.”

Shinsou and Ojiro shared one more knowing look. Then they wrapped Kaminari up in a tickly group hug that had him giggling and squirming happily for a long, long time.

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Part 5

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