#🌟 should I open my eyes? ( ic )

[mareagirls]

oooo if you want Remus maybe Remus x reader where reader faints - 🥧

i can’t post this as a reply because anon wasn’t on but this is for you my lovely pie anon!! thank u for leaving the loveliest asks. i’m sorry this is over a year late 🥲 i’ll be back to revise this later!

1.4k remus x fem reader 🌟

It’s warm in the garden.

You’re not entirely sure how Remus is managing to read so calmly in the deckchair beside you whilst you feel as though you’re being cooked alive. The two of you are under the parasol, but it’s not doing much to alleviate your discomfort. You’re hot, clammy in all the worst places. Your shirt is sticking to your skin and your eyes are starting to hurt from how bright everything feels. You haven't turned the page in your book for ten minutes now, struggling to make sense of the sentences before you.

After a while of you fidgeting in an attempt to get comfy, Remus turns his head to look at you, long fingers holding the pages of his book open.

“You okay, dove? You’re not too hot are you?”

Remus, you know, quite likes sitting in the sun and being warm. He feels the cold easily and it bothers him, even though he’s not one to complain often. You don’t want him to have to come out of the sun when warm days have been so few and far between recently so you give him a small smile. “I’m okay. Just a little warm.”

He nods, but the small furrow in his brow gives away the beginnings of worry.

“Have you been drinking enough today? You might be dehydrated.”

You think back to the past hours and realise you haven’t been drinking nearly as much as you should be in this kind of heat. Remus almost always has ice tea or water next to him, but you can’t even remember the last time you had something to drink.

“Yeah, I think that might be it. I’ll go and get a drink now. Would you like anything?”

Remus folds over the edge of his page and shuts his book. “I’ll join you, dovey. It’s getting a bit too warm out here for me too.”

You’re not sure if he means it or if he’s just saying it for your sake. Knowing Remus, it could be either. He’s always so astoundingly kind with you. You don’t doubt for a moment that he’d sacrifice his own comfort to spend more time with you.

He’s up before you are, standing over you and outstretching his hand for you to take and pulling you up with ease. You go willingly into his chest, Ignoring how your head spins at the sudden motion and pushing your face into his t-shirt.

Remus’s lips move to rest against your forehead smoothly. He hums against your skin.

“You are quite warm, my love. Let’s get you inside, yeah?”

Overcome with a slow, creeping tiredness, you nod.

Remus doesn’t wait any longer to usher you inside and into the kitchen. A sigh of relief escapes you at the feeling of cool tiles under your feet. Without much grace, you slump into the closest chair as Remus busies himself behind you. He might be getting you some water, but you’re not completely sure. Your body seems to be struggling to adjust to the sudden temperature change, and it’s making you feel nauseous.

You shift in your seat to tell him so, but the action makes your nausea increase and all of a sudden, you’re feeling awfully unmoored. Remus turns at that moment, glass in hand. You make to stand so that you can take it from him, but your legs become shaky underneath you. You think Remus tells you to sit you down again as he places the water on the table, but you don’t have time to reach out to grab hold of something before you’re falling.

Something that sounds like your name falls from Remus’s lips and it sounds warped and wrong. The world blurs around you and then, nothing

You come to in bits and pieces.

The first thing you notice is that you're lying on your back, head pillowed by something soft. The next is that Remus is leaning over you, panicked eyes scanning your own. His hands are on you too, one on your face whilst the other rubs gentle circles into the fat of your hip. There’s something cold and wet on your forehead.

“Hey, hey, dovey,” Remus murmurs, thumb moving to sweep over your cheek. His index and middle finger are tucked behind your ear, smoothing down the soft baby hairs there. “How are you feeling?”

You start to reply, but it comes out low and tangled. When you try again, Remus shushes you gently.

“It’s alright, take your time, okay? We’re not in any rush.”

You nod and it makes stars flash across your vision. Remus’s hand slips up to brush featherlight over your brow, the tips of his fingers pushing under the wet towel he must have placed on your forehead. You take inventory of his features as your senses comes back to you, eyes tracing over scars, loose wavy hair, a strong nose. Once he comes into focus a little more you clear your throat.

“What happened?”

Remus makes a sad cooing sound, frowning ever so slightly as he looks down at you.

“You fainted for a few seconds, sweetheart. Gave me a fright.”

“M’sorry.”

He shakes his head, soft and quiet when he speaks. “It’s alright. You’ve got nothing to apologise for.” His fingers haven’t stopped rubbing light circles into your side. “How do you feel?”

In all honesty, you’re not sure. Your head hurts and you still feel nauseous, but you don’t feel scared or as warm as you did before. Not when Remus’s hands feel so kind against your skin. You lean into his touch and close your eyes.

“I’m alright,” you mumble. “Um…I’m starting to feel better I think.”

It’s a shaky truth at best, and it sounds almost like a question as it falls from your lips. But Remus seems so worried, and you hate that you’re the cause of it. After a few more seconds of silence, you open your eyes and try to sit up, but your head starts to spin again, causing you to wince. Remus frets almost instantly, gentle hands moving to push you back down.

“Please just stay like this for a moment longer, okay?”

You move back down into his lap with no protest. “Sorry,” you murmur, chastised. “Did I hit my head?”

“No, dovey. I caught you in time,” he bites his lip, remorseful. “Your side might hurt though. I grabbed you quite roughly.”

Your side doesn’t hurt. Or at least, you can’t feel it right now. You can’t feel much of anything. Remus’s touch is the only thing keeping you grounded as you start to come back to yourself. “My knight,” you smile up at him in an attempt to dispel his worry. Remus smiles back fondly whilst shaking his head.

“Hardly.”

Remus seems to realise then that you’re still sprawled out on the hard kitchen floor. He lifts your head off his lap and places one arm under your shoulders whilst the other tucks under your knees.

His murmurs are forlorn as he lifts you up and puts you down on the settee. “Let’s get you comfortable. Oh, my poor girl. I can’t believe I let you lie on the floor like that. It can’t have been very nice, hm?”

He flips the towel over on your forehead so that the cooler side is against your skin before moving away to get the glass of water he poured you earlier, striking you once again with his tenderness. You’re lucky. Incredibly so, to have found a boy so keen on being there for you and loving on you. You tell him as much and his smile widens, a light blush dusting his cheekbones as he crouches back down by the sofa and hands you the glass.

“Do you think you’re feeling any better now?”

“Yes. Thank you for looking after me.” You look up at him through lidded eyes as you drink. Once you’ve drained it, you hand him the glass and flop back onto your back.

“Can I have a kiss, Rem?”

“Always,” Remus murmurs, “you don’t have to ask, honey.”

His lips press against different spots on your face, starting at your temple, moving down to the corner of your eye, and further still to your nose. Something like a whine escapes you, and you feel Remus smiling against your skin. Finally, his lips are on yours, slow and gentle like he doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

You spend the rest of the afternoon with Remus doting on you.

There are definitely worst ways to pass the time.

[polar-equinoxx]

@pollyna you made this idea and it took my brain and made me write this *sobbing noises*

(Apologies for the tag :0)

1111 words✨

Please enjoy <3

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It’s okay not to be okay

third person

“Ice, please, it’s not your fault,”

“Yes it is Slider, stop denying it,”

“I’m not denying it,”

“You heard what she said, all the evidence points to it being me,”

“Yes, I heard what she said but-”

“Shut up, just, just shut up Sli,” He exhales.

Slider doesn’t shut up. “Mav doesn’t think it’s your fault,”

Then he doesn’t say anything, glaring at the carpet to the left of his RIO’s shins.

“Ice,”

“I’m going, I’m going,” he puts his hands up and makes a beeline for the half open sliding door. “I’ll see you tomorrow,”

“Alright Ice, I’ll see you then,”Slider sighs, shaking his head but letting his pilot leave all the same. He needs the space, and he respects that.

There’s a long stretch of empty path that runs down from the estate to the beach, then it does along it for miles in each direction. Ice takes that path. He just wanted to be alone, he wanted the grief to go, he wanted the guilt to leave him.

It was late, and there were hardly any lights around to illuminate the path, but Ice has walked it enough times to know where he’s going. Ten minutes from the O Club in the other direction was an indent into the sea wall that overlooked the beach more. He stands there, resting his elbows on the stony wall, leaning his head down into his hands, holding his throbbing head. The discussion with Slider hadn’t helped with that one bit.

What he wanted to do was disappear for a night or forever.

What he wanted to happen was to have taken that shot. Or get out the way faster.

He didn’t care. He just wanted Goose back, same as Maverick.

Ice lifts his head up and pulls himself up onto the wall, letting his legs hang over the side of it, holding his head with his right as he picks up a shell someone left.

The spray from the waves was hitting his ankles. He usually would have smiled at it, but he doesn’t care this time. He stares at the black water, lit only by the yellow streetlamp a few metres back from where the path branched off toward the road.

Charlie’s words echo back at him. “It’s Kazansky’s fault Mav,”

His fault.

Not Maverick’s, he’d never believe that, let alone say it.

His.

He blinks, long and hard, sniffing. Dammit.

“Hey,”

Ice very nearly falls off the wall at the softly spoken greeting.

“Can I?”

He nods, clearing his throat and swiping at his eyes.

Maverick sits down next to him.

Iceman stares straight at the sea below them, raising his leg slightly to let it fall and hit the wall.

“It’s not your fault,”

He doesn’t say anything.

“It’s not your fault, Ice,” Maverick says again.

“What isn’t?” Ice asks, knowing full-well what Maverick was talking about.

“Goose,”

Ice bites the inside of his cheeks. “…Don’t say that,”

“But it’s not,” He says, looking at him even though Ice was staring at anything other than him.

“Yes it is,”

“No it’s not,”

“Charlie said it was,”

“I know,” Maverick says after a second, his voice low.

“I thought you and her were together,” he sniffs.

“We were,”

Ice flicks his eyes to him for the smallest second.

“After that… debriefing, that night she,” he swallows. “She told me grief is for kids and women and that I should get over him and win it by myself,”

Maverick’s expression shows nothing, like he’s deliberately practised dulling it. Ice just puts his hand on Maverick’s for a second, then he takes it away and pretends like he didn’t.

“I know how many times she’s said that to you,” he says. “I wanted to say something,”

He did..? Why?

“But... I was too scared to say anything,” Maverick exhales and keeps looking at Ice. “Hey,”

Ice doesn’t look at him and he doesn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if there was anything he could say.

“Wingman,”

The nickname catches Ice off-guard and he looks back to him. They’d only been wingmen since the Layton mission, and that was three weeks ago. “Don’t make me feel like it isn’t my fault,”

“It was an accident,” Maverick’s voice takes on the barest hint of desperation.

“Accidents are done by someone, Mav,” he frowns and tries to stop the burning behind his eyes.

“Not this one,” They could hardly see the other one’s eyes in the dark, but they kept the eye-contact all the same. “It was not your fault, it was not anyone’s fault,”

Ice drops his eyes from Maverick’s, glaring at his hands.

“Please just believe me on that,”

Maverick reaches for one of Ice’s hands, but he yanks it away and pulls his left leg up, making a shield from the dark-haired pilot. “Leave me,”

Maverick looks at Ice, and doesn’t leave. He was completely shut off, walls of the coldest permafrost shielding him from anything that could get him.

“Leave me alone,” Ice’s voice betrays him and cracks in two on the last word.

“No,” he says quietly. Maverick wasn’t very good at following orders, and this was no exception as he shuffles closer to him and wraps his arms around him as tightly as he can.

“Mav- I’m fine-” Ice gets out, still turning his head away from him, despite being in sudden close contact with him.

“C’mere,” Maverick whispers to him, trying to get him to lean into him.

Ice exhales heavily, his breath shaking as he draws air back in.

“Come on,” Maverick pushes Ice’s head into his shoulder, desperately trying to get the blond to let himself break. He knows it was hard for him, Ice was Ice, he didn’t show his emotions readily, and if he did he was always alone and able to keep it in check, not like this.

Feeling Maverick’s hand on the back of his head, it was like a switch that turned off, like all his defences came down at once. His hands were in fists to stop them from shaking, it didn’t work.

“Mav... I’m sorry-” Ice’s voice was hoarse as he sobbed into his shoulder.

“Shhh, don’t. Don’t apologize,” Maverick murmurs, he’d never blamed Ice, and he wouldn’t ever now, not after seeing the extent of how deep Charlie’s words dug inside him and rooted themselves there. “It’s okay not to be okay,”

They end up sitting on the wall together, Ice leaning on Maverick, until it got entirely too cold, and then they went back to Ice’s place and watched a stupid show and ate oreos until they fell asleep together.

[haikyu-mp4]

Heyo 🌟 congratulations on your milestone! 🐳 done!

I am hereby applying with Osamu, I am organised and driven 🫡

heya!! thank you 🍓 much! you are hired for our shared love of a café setting<3

Cookies and cream

Osamu is a customer and orders something just to talk to you, for the now hiring! event

word count; 884 – f!reader

A new café recently opened across the street, and Osamu shamelessly spent at least 15 minutes of each day standing close to the windows of Onigiri Miya to observe. You had a consistent flow of customers and seemed to have more busy hours than he had. He was very interested in your menu, the design of the café, the workers… maybe just one worker in particular, the one who smiled so nicely that he imagined you were the reason so many people kept coming back to order from you. He hadn’t heard your voice yet, but he definitely imagined it, telling your customers to never go buy from Onigiri Miya and hypnotising them with your charm.

Atsumu could not understand why his brother had developed such an obsession with a simple café when his own business was showing better results every month and your businesses were so different that it didn’t have to be a competition. Competitiveness was nothing new, but this wasn’t the first time a new shop of any sort opened close by. It’s Japan; there were several places to order food or coffee on every street.

He couldn’t understand it until he visited to see what it was all about, and he caught his brother only staring over there while you were visible at the register or out in the café clearing tables. Is he witnessing a one-sided enemies to lovers or is his brother just in denial of his attraction to you?

“So ya got the hots for the café owner, huh?” he teased, bumping his elbow into Osamu as he came to stand beside him. Osamu frowned.

“How do ya know she’s the owner?” he asked, looking back over to where you held a tray of empty cups while chatting with two students who had been there for a few hours.

“Went there to scope the competition before I came here,“ he answered proudly. “Had a bangin’ iced coffee. Cookies and cream and I swear she put extra cookie crumbles-” Part of Osamu was grateful that his brother got invested in his battles, but the bigger part was annoyed that he had yet to taste anything you made.

Atsumu just needed to get Osamu a little jealous and he’d walk right into his trap.

On his break, while the new hire did their first cover alone, Osamu had no choice but to stroll across the street and confidently enter your café. The comforting smell immediately hit him, and it was only enhanced by the warmth of the lighting and the nice temperature. His eyes scanned over the café tables while he slowly made his way towards the register. And as he got there, he finally looked forward. Any threatening introduction he might have prepared was ruined when you smiled at him.

You leaned your hands on the counter on each side of the register, leaning closer to him curiously. “Hey, weren’t you blonde earlier?”

You were mostly teasing because even though you thought he looked very similar, you knew they must be two different people. This one piqued your attention differently, and the one that had been staring at you through the window was not blonde.

“Don’t insult me, that was my brother. I’m Miya Osamu,” he introduced himself, holding out a hand for a handshake. “I own Onigiri Miya across the street.”

Maybe it was the way his arms bulged under his t-shirt. Or the way his brown hair complemented his eyes and made them warmer like you should have picked that shade of brown for the accent wall instead. Or the way he had slight dips into the fat of his stomach where the apron was tied. He was just so insanely attractive to you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, I’ve been dying to try your food,” you said, smiling and shaking his hand while you told him your name. “Did you want to order something?”

Osamu had intended on being quite cold towards you, show you who’s boss…

“My brother recommended something with cookies and cream?” he instead requested politely with a little smile, hoping you might put even more cookie crumbs on his.

“I’m glad it left a good impression.”

He knew he should get back to put out the fires his new hire might have caused, so after sticking around and talking to (flirting with) you for a while, he sighed and pushed his hip off the counter he leaned against.

“Why don’t you come over some time, I’ll make sure you get our best,” he said, picking a slightly bent business card out of the pocket of his apron and handing it to you. He might have scribbled his personal number on the back ahead of time.

His stomach did flips as he watched your cheeks turn rosy when you took the piece of paper. “Doesn’t every customer get your best?”

“The special ones get a little extra love,” he answered, pulse quickening at his own forwardness. Now that he felt more comfortable, his smile was even wider and it felt like your legs turned to jelly.

“I’ll see if I can bless you with my time,” you joked, a soft chuckle escaping with it because obviously, you would be hitting him up on that offer.

“And I’ll look forward to it.”

masterlist║ PART 2

[saekindasus]

MCYT Headcannons :

Reaction to s/o in their hoodie

Request :

could you maybe do feral boys hcs, if their partner falls asleep wearing their hoodie? it might be basic but I'm a sucker for clothes sharing ^^

mcyt x gn!reader

tw : cursing

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- Dream -

It was night and he was streaming in front of his pc. Y/n was in the living room, on their laptop, according to the last time he checked which was an hour ago.

They came earlier than when they said they would. Clay made the mistake of asking why.

" Sweetie, I feel like I've chugged an entire bottle of sleeping pills. If I had gone home from work AND THEN HAD TO GET UP FROM MY BED TO COME HERE, long story short, I wouldn't be here ☺ "

So Clay gave them a long hug and helped them get settled in. After he made sure Y/n was comfy, the blonde went up to stream.

Fast forward to right now, he was closing up the stream after saying goodbye to chat, cause he has a child downstairs who's very tired and lowkey kinda bitey 🤠

He jogged down the stairs and just as he was starting to say the first syllable of their name as he stepped into the doorway, Clay was blessed with a gift from the gods.

AWWWWWWWW, LIL' Y/N SNUGGLED UP LIKE A LIL' BUG IN HIS HOODIE JDKFJSJGLSDJHGEU -

That keysmash is legit what went on in his brain -

Infinite cuddles from this man now. He'll be careful not to wake you up of course, but he cannot control the thirst for snuggles now.

I mean this is honestly your fault when you think about it, like, you should've known what you were doing the second you slid that hoodie on 😊

- GeorgeNotFound -

It was about 5 in the morning and you were freezing your ass off.

How George was sleeping in this ice room, you didn't know. All you knew is that you're not willing to get frostbite on your toes just cause you wanted to cuddle with your boyfriend in bed. It's called 🌟 priorities 🌟 .

So as begrudging as it was, you broke away from the grip of the brunette next to you, shuffled out of bed, and penguin-hobbled to the desk at the other end of the room, where you saw your beacon of hope.

A sky blue hoodie that belongs to the ice monster you call a significant other 😒

You pull it over your head and go back to the now seemingly more warmer blanket and fall asleep again while slinging a leg over George.

It's morning now, still considerably early according to George's standards, only 9 am-

He slowly opens his eyes and immediately turns back to catch his sleeping s/o but he was caught off guard by what you were snuggled up in.

His hoodie that was on the desk. Apparently, you got cold and wanted something to heat up. But now he's heating up too.

He counts his graces that you're sleeping right now because he knows that the blush on his cheeks is very noticeable and that you WOULD NOT let him get away with it.

You do look very cute in his clothes though, maybe next time he should somehow make it colder and just happen to innocently leave out another hoodie?-

Jk, jk-

..Unless-

:D

- Sapnap -

Ya'll were watching a movie on the couch one second, the next Sapnap was trying to convince you to try on his black hoodie.

It was already kinda oversized on him, it would deffo be large on you.

Which was apparently his selling point, because he thought that large things looked good on you 😉

All you wanted was to have a peaceful evening of watching Moana, but NOOOO-

This sucker won't leave you alone :D

You honestly weren't even against wearing it, you were actually just curious of how far Sap would take this to try to get you to try it on.

Which was a bad decision because you forgot how annoying it was when he repeatedly chants "y/n,y/n,y/n" in your ear while tugging on your sleeve.

It's been about ten minutes of just that now, and before you lose inner peace and smash a pillow into his face, you decide to relent-

" Fine, give it to me. "

Sapnap's face just lit up and he excitedly shoved the hoodie into your outstretched arms.

You pulled it on and smoothed it out. Then you looked at your annoying ass boyfriend's face, and staring back at you was a 5-year-old who just got a free bag of candy.

" 🥺 "

Oh god, he's about to-

" Y/NNN YOU'RE SO PRETTY OH MY GOD, LIKE HOW, BRO, YOU'RE GETTING MY ENTIRE CLOSET NOW, SERIOUSLY YOU LOOK- "

Best of luck, he bear-hugs

- Karl Jacobs -

You both together are just two pure balls of fluff.

You steal his hoodies, and he does too. Of course, what he steals are your hoodies that are oversized enough on you that you only really wear them with shorts.

You "borrow" everything from his hoodies, to his sweaters and sweatshirts. He knows this, you know this, the neighbor knows this.

This is common knowledge lol-

The first time this happened is when you were about to head off from staying over at Karl's but the second you stepped outside, you realized just why everybody seemed to be layering up last day when you were walking here.

Karl himself had already said his goodbye to you and already had claimed his kisses. He had skipped up the stairs to start his stream in his room a few minutes ago, and you didn't want to disturb him now.

So while you were looking all around the living room, while mentally preparing yourself to go outside and start your popsicle life, you made eye contact with the solution to all your frozen problems.

And by that, I mean you spotted the lavender hoodie laying on the couch-

Fetch, Tug, Escape.

And that's exactly what you did 😃

It's been a day and Karl was waiting by the couch for you to reach his house. The ring of the doorbell chimed throughout the entire house and he jumped up on his feet and made his way to unlock the front door. He swung it open with a huge smile on his face at the thought of seeing you in front of him again and-

oh 🥰

Oh 😳

OH 🥺

Man's went through a plethora of emotions, no cap.

You were just standing there on the front porch, drowning in his hoodie, like " 😊 "

You've successfully made your boyfriend combust in front of the whole neighborhood.

- Quackity -

He planned it.

Of course he planned it.

It was curiosity on his part. He's always heard people talk about how cute their s/o looks in their hoodies, so he wanted to find out if it was actually THAT endearing.

So here goes his master plan. Get you to wear his hoodie.

1 - Make it cold 😀

Quackity went and pumped up the AC, opened all the windows before that too, he needed as many drafts of cold wind as possible. Then he invited you over for a movie. He needed you inside the house because he needs you to freeze, duh :D

2 - Get the Y/n.

Honestly, it wasn't that hard. He just convinced you by saying that you can choose the movie and that he would order fast food. You weren't really hesitant anyways. Of course, in your defense, you didn't know that Quackity was bringing back the ice age over there.

3 - Just happen to leave out a hoodie in a totally not obvious place.

...

He threw his blue hoodie on the couch.

And that's it. Just as he closed the last window so that the draft would stay in along with the coldness from the air conditioner, he heard his doorbell.

The Y/n has arrived.

" Heyyy Y/n 😊 " " OH HOLY SHIT- " " What?- " " When you opened the door a fucking blizzard hit me. Quackity wtf- " " You could feel it from here?- " " No shit- "

What the fuck was going on here. This man's house always feels warm, if not melting. You feel like you were just slapped by an iceberg, and you just fucking stepped in.

...

This bitch is planning something, isn't he?.

You prepare your soon-to-be shivering body and walk in into the house. You make your way over to the couch and sit down. But that's when you feel a lump-

What the fuck-

This is Alex's favorite hoodie. Alex walks in next and notices the hoodie in your hand.

" Hey Y/n, you know, that's my favorite hoodie- " " Then why was it scrunched up on the couch?- " " That's irrelevant- " " It's really not- " " ANYWAYS- " " 🤠 "

Another blizzard hits you. You hold the hoodie closer to your body, and that's when it fucking clicks.

...

It's cold as Pluto in here. And he just happens to leave his hoodie outside on the couch where you both were gonna sit and watch movies, inside. All the instagram couple photos he had been showing you on his phone the past few days. How he complimented you in his beanie the other day and insisted you take one for yourself.

...

Omg-

You don't know whether you want to tackle him out of rage or if you wanted to go pinch his cheeks for being this cute.

" Quackity? " " Ya? "

You both made eye contact, you on the couch and him behind you at the door. You slipped on his hoodie while staring at him like " 🤨 "

...And holy shit were the instagram couple quotes right. You look cute as hell, and he feels some butterflies in his stomach just because of the fact that the hoodie you were snuggled up in right now was his.

" Now that you've gotten what you want, listen here you adorable little shit- "

Ahhh, crap, they're onto us boys-

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I'm so sorry this took so long to come out a/n, I've been seriously jammed up lately, but I've got it out now-

And i know that this isn't exactly what you requested, but I wanted to make this as long as I could to make up for it being this late, so i strayed a lil' bit from the given prompt :D

I hope you still like it tho ♥

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[horseboneologist]

You know sometimes... you do the most self-indulgent shit in the world? You know sometimes - you go "oh it's time for drawing practice" and then spend WAY TOO MUCH TIME drawing characters from the magnus archives in your own ridiculous wardrobe? Anyways if anyone reblogs this please tag it as nsfw cuz looking at this should get you fired.

Time to stop spending so much ✨money✨ on 🌟clothes🌟

Description below the cut:

A series of digital drawings of characters from the magnus archives. I'll just describe them straight out.

1- a title page reading "A Magnus Archives Fashion Show" in goofy 70's font. Subtitles read "Bored? Try drawing a ton of fictional characters in your own clothes!" "Like way too many!" "A totally normal and healthy way to spend your time!"

2- Martin wearing a silvery dress with a long slit up the thigh. He's also wearing a fan-shaped blue stone necklace, a blue ring, blue nail polish, and brown roman-style sandals. The text behind him just reads MARTIN in giant text with a little tiny "I love you sir" next to it.

3- Jon kneeling on the ground looking extremely sexy and extremely sleepy. He's wearing a black t-shirt with the words "highly emotional" in vaporwave colors. Above that he's wearing a black button-up with purple & blue chevrons across it. He's wearing acid-washed cutoff jean shorts and knee-high pink sparkly boots. He has neon green nail polish. The text next to him reads "oh no he's so very sleepy" and "<- just got pushed to the floor by basira"

4- Jon wearing a sequined cow-print baseball cap, a cream-colored western shirt with tassels across the chest, pink pants, and white & brown cow-spotted boots. He's holding a white hexagonal purse with a blue eye on the front. His text reads "Yes honey you're PRECIOUS"

5- Sasha wearing a billowy white pirate shirt with a corset. The corset has Bosch's 'Garden of Earthly Delights' on the plates. She's also wearing white pants with a pattern of small rainbow zebras, and purple ballet shoes. The text next to her reads "Sasha you're so much better than these fools I'm so sorry they did you so dirty"

6- Basira and daisy standing together. Basira is wearing a black jumpsuit with a velvet top that has tassels along the chest, which is attached to silky wide-leg pants that have large pockets with tassels along the rim. She's wearing black high-heels and white cat-eye sunglasses with blue lenses. Daisy is wearing a red jumpsuit with an open back, red triangular sunglasses, and a ruby ring. The text between them reads "on their way to a 'buff wlw' key party"

7- Georgie wearing a purple frilly dress with a green frog pattern and an orange scrunchie. Her text reads "I just want her to be proud of me (pleading face)"

8- Melanie wearing a pink silky bomber jacket over a green sheer shirt. She's also wearing black leggings with a pattern of white leopards, black doc martens, and carries a purse in the shape of a black bucket with champagne and fake ice coming out of the top. Her text reads "My only feedback for Melanie: could have been meaner <3"

9- Gerry wearing a long-sleeve green velvet shirt with the shoulders cut out, showing his tattoos. He's also wearing black velvet leggings and draping a black velvet robe down around his elbows. He's also got shiny gold doc martens. The text for him reads "ALL VELVET ALL THE TIME"

10- Michael wearing neon blue leggings with a pattern of bright red, green, and yellow. He's also wearing a blurple robe with red & green flowers, and a velvet shirt with a cheetah print & rose pattern. He has neon green toenail polish and neon yellow fingernail polish. He also has a bright blue iridescent backpack. His text reads "Please take me into your hallways mr spiral."

11- Helen wearing a t-shirt with a bird on the back that says "I am a LIE" as well as gym shorts with a wtnv quote: "I don't know who I am and I don't understand the concept of time and how it relates to me." The text next to her reads "Fearpocalypse's #1 wingwoman!"

12- Tim wearing a pink velvet baseball cap, a t-shirt with color blocks of teal, pink, and yellow, and baggy pink jeans. He's also wearing black & floral carpet slippers. The text next to him reads "OMW to murder some clowns <3 <3"

13- Oliver wearing a green velvet blazer with matching 3/4 length pants. He's got a white shirt underneath, as well as black dress shoes with zebra fake fur on the tops. His text reads "Oliver you never did anything wrong & I love you"

14- Jon wearing a bright green velvet jumpsuit with huge flaring sleeves. On the sleeves are basic stylized eyes with yellowish sclera and red irises. His text reads "Come at me bro" and "NOT amused"

15- Elias looks like he's fallen down into a corner and his limbs are all akimbo. He's wearing a cow-print shirt under a lilac jacket, which has a white & black pattern of little snakes. His pants are the same color of lilac and have a pattern of purple crying eyes. His shoes are silver and reflective like disco balls. The text next to him reads "a NORMAL pose for a NORMAL man"

16- Elias standing in T-pose but also squatting with his knees out to the side. He's wearing a black velvet mini-dress, which also has huge flaring sleeves. On the sleeves are basic stylized eyes with white, veiny sclera and teal irises. He's wearing high heels with eyeballs skewered on the stillettos. The text next to him reads "laying an egg."

17- Simon Fairchild wearing a white & blue hawaiian shirt, a baggy black jacket with a pattern of purple flowers on it, and hugely baggy purple hammer pants. He's also wearing orangey iridescent round sunglasses. The text next to him says "This is the face of a man who has fucked the sky.... and will do so again."

18- Peter Lukas wearing blue & white flower-patterned booty shorts, blue short cowboy boots, and a white t-shirt that says "of course I cum fast, I've got fish to catch!!" with a picture of a bass on it. The text next to him reads "...what are you looking at"

19- Elias wearing a pink & multicolor eyeball-patterned robe, pink velvet shorts, and a white t-shirt with some Tom of Finland art on it (look up 'hot and heavy'). The text next to him reads "Lord forgive me for I have sinned" and "fuckboy"

20- Elias again, almost naked but wearing a leather full-body harness that has little tiny patches of fur tufting off of his nipples, as well as a big puffy patch of fur as a merkin. He's making direct eye contact with you, dear reader. He has a pair of condoms under his hand and the text next to him reads "I got a Magnus condom for my monster dong" and "fuck MAN" (and "psst this is the only outfit I don't own")

Hey I'm really sorry