#( aesthetics. )┊shaping beauty how it meets the eye.

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Ignore, just reposting some tags since tumblr freaking ate a good chunk of them...

[minami-ff]

I Want My Kids to Have Your Eyes

Levi x Reader (fluff, sfw)

what a bold thing to say to your captain.

Moonlight hung over the hill like a comforting blanket as you both reclined an arm’s length apart on the soft grass beneath, bodies sinking into the earth. The day had been relentless, a gruelling mission that tested every ounce of strength. Now, in the quiet aftermath, you two found solace gazing upward at the summit’s view, shimmering like scattered diamonds against the canvas of the night sky.

The shared stillness remained comfortable, before you posed a soft interruption to the quietude, "Captain, do you ever think about your future?"

Levi's eyes briefly left the constellations above, attention shifting to you. "Yes, it usually ranges from the next second to the next few months. Which area of land outside the walls to explore, how defensive operations should alter for the next month, which day certain intelligen-”

“Captain-” You interrupted, then hesitated, the vulnerability of the topic making your heart race. "I meant a peaceful future, like having a family, kids?"

Levi's brow furrowed slightly. The thought of it was unfamiliar, impossible. "In this war? That’s far-fetched," he remarked, gaze returning to the stars.

A subtle smile grew on your lips as scenarios played at the back of your mind. "I know, of course, but don’t you ever imagine it? A life after the war, a future where Titans are just stories we tell our children." Levi's expression softened, a fleeting hint of wistfulness in his eyes.

"Like sometimes I think if I had children, I’d take them to play by the oceans, make adorable lunch sets," you continued, "how beautiful they would look if they had your eyes…" Embarrassment started flushing up as you realised you rambled on way too far.

His eyes widened imperceptibly, caught completely off guard by your comment.

"WAIT, that didn’t come out right. I didn’t mean having them with YOU, of course... definitely not…" You trailed off, a splash of pink painfully obvious on your cheeks. Get yourself together y/n, what on earth are you saying to your captain?

“Ouch.” A flicker of disappointment crossed his features. Levi cleared his throat, seemingly caught in the unexpected turn of the conversation. "Well aren’t you very in objection to that idea." he snickered, hiding a trace of sorrow beneath his face.

“Nevermind, I’m sorry, please forget what I said." You apologised in the tense atmosphere.

But Levi didn't dismiss it. Instead, his mind seemingly remained lost in contemplation. "How will your children have my eyes, if they don't have my genetics?" Determined to disprove your faulty reasoning.

You chuckled nervously, "I just mean I hope they’ll be a pretty colour, and delicate shape, like yours."

Levi displayed a rare vulnerability in his expression. He had never given thought to the aesthetic of his eyes; they were simply a part of him, a feature he never considered noteworthy. This was the first time he had received a compliment about them, and it left him momentarily speechless.

"At this rate, my most optimistic guesstimate is that I’ll be slaying titans till I’m 60." You broke the awkwardness joking, "in that case I might not be able to have kids, doubt any man would still take my crinkled self on a date anyway."

"Why not?" Levi replied seriously, his voice a soft echo in the tranquil night. "I won't be even a tiny bit surprised if you're still this beautiful at 85."

A blood-bathed blush adorned your complexion, stomach filling with butterflies and warmth, brain connections zapping around - wondering if he really thought that way, or,

“you’re just saying that.”

Levi sighed, “in all your years of knowing me, when have I ever felt obliged to tell a white lie, Comrade?”

"Right…” You muttered, with all sorts of thoughts doing laps beneath your skull, trying to continue the conversation as level-headed as possible. “Perhaps I'll meet my first love at 99,” a giggle escaping your breath as you joked.

Unexpectedly, Levi's response carried a weight that belied the casual banter. "Well. I think people can be in love without being in a formal relationship. You could easily have your first love now."

Your gaze laid upon his side profile, slightly puzzled by his logic, "but how can you be in love with someone without holding hands, saying mushy things, and all that?"

His head turned towards you, a moment of silence filling the air with eyes drilling into yours, revealing a sincerity that tugged at your heart. "I definitely can."

[springtyme]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 ♡

Spencer Reid x reader || Main masterlist || Spencer playlist

summary: You and Spencer spends a beautiful autumn afternoon together.

word count: 1.1k

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏) 𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩

The satisfying sound of fallen leaves crunching under your boots is the soundtrack to your afternoon with Spencer. You’re currently walking hand-in-hand through the park near his apartment, the crisp autumn air making you shiver despite the warmth of his hand in yours. His other hand, which isn’t occupied by  holding yours, is buried deep in the pocket of his jacket. 

He’s quiet, lost in his own thoughts with his gaze turned to the ground, analyzing the leaves, their colors, their shapes, their different levels of. decay. 

You love hearing him talk, love hearing him share the fascinating thoughts and facts that swirl in his mind like the leaves dancing around your feet. But you also love when he gets quiet like this, a reflective look in his eyes as he studies the world around him. 

You glance at him, the soft light filtering through the trees casting a warm glow on his features. His brow is slightly furrowed, his lips pressed into a thoughtful line. You can’t help but smile; there’s just something so captivating about the way he immerses himself in the moment, as if the universe is unfolding its secrets right in front of him.

“Spencer?” you say softly, breaking the comfortable silence, pulling him out of his reverie. He lifts his head, his gaze meeting yours, a spark of curiosity flickering in his hazel eyes.

“Yeah?” he replies, a hint of surprise in his voice as if he was pulled back from another dimension.

“What are you thinking about?”

He chuckles lightly, the rich sound warming the cool air between you. “Just the leaves, the way the light filters through them... it’s quite fascinating.”

You smile. His fascination with the simple things never fails to charm you.“Yeah, they’re beautiful,” you say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, and he looks at you, his eyes shining with a warmth that sends a jolt through your heart. “I think this is my favorite time of the year.” 

“Did you know that the color change in autumn leaves is due to the breakdown of chlorophyll?” he begins, his voice low and soft, like a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. “As the days get shorter and the temperature gets cooler, the tree stops producing chlorophyll, revealing the other pigments present in the leaves.”

You smile, glancing at him. “No, I didn’t know that. That is so cool.”

He nods, clearly in his element now, animated by the topic. “It’s amazing how life works, right? Like how the trees prepare for the winter. They let go of what’s no longer necessary and focus on survival. It’s a beautiful metaphor on so many levels.”

You listen, captivated, but the chill in the air nudges you, sending a shiver down your spine. Spencer notices your distress immediately, his eyes softening with concern. “Are you cold?” he asks, his hand reaching for your scarf , his touch lingering a beat too long as he carefully adjusts it around your neck, his fingers brushing against your cheek. 

“Just a little.”

“You know,” he says, his voice a comforting murmur, “there’s this new coffee shop that opened  just around the corner. Maybe we should go get warmed up?”  

You nod, a grateful smile spreading across your face. “That sounds perfect.” 

As you walk with Spencer toward the coffee shop, the crunch of leaves beneath your feet accompanies each lightweight step. You steal glances at him as he walks, the warm hues of autumn illuminating his features like a natural spotlight. 

As you approach the coffee shop, you feel the intoxicating aroma of fresh coffee wafting through the air. The shop itself is cozy and inviting, with warm browns and creams dominating its aesthetics, filled with the aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans and the chatter of other patrons. It’s a stark contrast to the quiet of the park, but the same feeling of peace envelops you. 

As Spencer orders your drinks, you find yourself drawn to a bookshelf filled with well-worn paperbacks. You pick up a book, its pages filled with the scent of old paper and coffee. It’s a worn copy of ‘Wuthering Heights’, a book you’d always meant to read but never got around to. You find a table, a cozy spot in a quiet corner where you and Spencer have a good view of the window. 

“Found something interesting?” Spencer asks, his voice a warm rumble beside you.   

“Mm,” you hum, showing him the book, and he smiles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. 

“Ah, Wuthering Heights, that’s quite the classic. I have always liked it, even though I found it to be really sad, I can see why it intrigues so many. The tumultuous love story and the moody landscapes—it has this certain haunting beauty to it. The way Emily Brontë captures the rawness of love and despair, how it can be both beautiful and completely destructive… It’s pretty remarkable,” he says.

You nod, flipping through the dog-eared pages, feeling the weight of history in your hands. “I’ve heard so much about it, but I never took the plunge. It always seemed a bit daunting.”

Spencer leans back in his chair, taking a sip of his coffee. “Sometimes, it’s those daunting books that end up surprising you the most. They take you on a journey you didn’t even know you wanted to go on.”

You glance outside where the leaves are rustling in the mild wind, streaks of red gently dancing on the trees. “I think I’m ready for a journey,” you reply, a hint of excitement in your voice. 

“I’ll read it with you, if you want that,” he offers, his smile widening. “We can discuss it over coffee. I’m definitely down for that adventure.”

“Really?” You can’t help but smile at the idea. “That would be fun.”

Before you can say more, the barista calls out Spencer’s name, and he stands up to retrieve your drinks. As he walks away, you can’t help but notice how the light catches his hair, and an unexpected flutter of anticipation dances in your chest.

When he returns, he hands you your drink before settling back into his chair, eyes gleaming with warmth. “Thank you,” you say, wrapping your hands around the warm ceramic, relishing the soothing heat that seeps into your palms. You take a sip, and the smooth flavor envelops your senses, making you smile even more. 

“You're welcome,”  he says, watching you with an amused expression before taking a sip from his own mug.

You both settle into a comfortable rhythm, sipping your drinks and sharing stories about the most memorable books you’ve read. As the conversation flows, laughter mixes with quiet moments of contemplation, each sip warming the air around you like a cozy blanket.

Outside, the sun begins to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the park, a brilliant backdrop for the end of a beautiful day.

[ohdeerfully]

Hii! I really like your work :3

Can you do demon alastor and his goth human girlfriend comfort scenarios? :D

hii! i hope i did some justice, i dont know much about alternative subcultures (,: i tried something new, with some bulleted headcanons and a oneshot afterwards! thank you so much for the request! <3

How to Summon an Overlord

Alastor x Goth!Reader (fluff) TW: mentions of animal death/taxidermy

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Alastor definitely appreciated the goth aesthetic

He lived in Hell, yeah, but a lot of the style there was more punk or grunge. Not that he even knew what these words meant but he could visually tell the difference

Similarly, you adored his red color scheme. You thought it complimented your black extremely well

He wasn’t particular about the music, it wasn’t quite his taste, but he didn’t mind listening as long as it was with you. He could manage to enjoy what you enjoyed

You typically conjured him into your world two or three times a week. You weren’t a busy person, but he was a busy demon

You typically spent a while before seeing him getting into a full goth getup, perfecting your white foundation and sharp eyeliner for what felt like hours 

He would assure you that it wasn’t necessary, but wasn’t overbearing about it. He knew some people just liked to get dressy

He did kind of like knowing that you were so excited to see him and show yourself off to him though

The dates you shared with him were… untraditional, to say the least

He enjoyed taking you out deep into the forest to explore and find bones and such to add to your collection at home. You were brave alone, but before meeting him never dared going as far in as you two did. There was so much you had been missing out on

He would never tell you, but when you weren’t looking he would use some of his powers–which were much weaker in the human realm than in Hell–to quickly catch and kill a small rodent if you were having no luck. He knew you’d probably get upset with him about the morality of it

Even though you’re literally dating a demon

So like. What morality

“I was a hunter in my life,” He had said when you caught him standing over the corpse of a deer. “I know how to… track them. When they’re dying.”

You loved that sinister grin of his. You never knew what was really going on behind it, but you found that and his glowing red eyes so… attractive. Oddly enough

At-home concerts were a must. As stated earlier, he wasn’t a huge fan of your taste in music, but he would never admit it. He did his best to follow in your steps and you swung your arms and sang out to your song of choice

He forced you to dance along with him to some jazz, too, of course. He left you no option for that

Baking was probably the most normal thing you two did together

He didn’t like sweets at all, but he liked shaping the dough into little themed cookies

He also loved helping you dye your hair; so much so that the second your roots started showing signs of your natural hair color he was the first to point it out

He loved being able to sit behind you and run his fingers and work the dye into every strand of hair. He didn’t care if it stained his fingers

Gifts weren’t very common from him, but you could tell that when he did get you something, a lot of thought went into it

Recently he had given you a dainty black chain with the most beautiful, glimmering blood-red ruby dangling off of it

You always asked him about what Hell was like. You asked and asked and asked, so many questions. And he was happy to talk your ear off in return

Part of him wanted to convince you to choose a sinner’s path, to join in him Hell. Honestly, he had a feeling you would if he simply asked. You seemed genuinely devoted to him

But, at the same time, the other part of him did care about you in a way that didn’t want to see you stuck in that place. Even with him

That was something he’d think about later

You were always so upset when it was time to exorcise him back to Hell. Harsh words, but it was just technicality

You clung onto his fingers for longer than you needed to. You knew he’d be back in a few days, but you had begun to feel increasingly lonely in the time between his visits

He would give you an affirming squeeze on the shoulder, and rest his chin against the top of your head for a moment before you performed the ritual

He kept in contact with you through the haunted radio you met him through, of course, a daily meeting that had become routine

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You loved antique shopping. 

Especially when you end up with your own little haunted radio.

Especially when that radio had the smoothest voice, with the most peculiar and out of date accent. It was charming. And, it knew your name.

You sighed as you stroked your fingers down your cat’s back, smiling softly as it arched into your touch. Your legs were crossed in front of you, sporting a comfortable and fuzzy skull-patterned pair of pajamas. Your eyes kept flicking expectantly to that old radio, and you were growing impatient. You hadn’t heard from the demon haunting it all day, and you were growing lonely.

It felt incredibly surreal and peculiar, feeling ghosted by a literal ghost. Or demon. Or monster. Or whatever it was.

You weren’t really a lonely person, preferring to stay inside–enjoying the comfort of your cat and a good song or show as you practiced tattoo flashes on the kit you bought yourself as a birthday present. But you had grown fond of that voice, as strange as it may seem. And you believed he had grown fond of you as well, what with the pet names he had begun referring to you as.

A crackle of that radio made you jump to your feet, which startled your cat. You quickly ducked down to apologize and rub behind his ears before scampering over to the coffee table and crossing your legs as you sat in front of it. You couldn’t help the smile that beamed across your face.

“Little bat,” The voice practically sang. You rested your head on your hands, careful to avoid a fresh piercing you had given yourself earlier in the day. “Sorry, I’ve been quite busy with my duties down here.”

You sighed, a childish grin playing across your face. “I was beginning to think you forgot about me. After all that work I did repairing you.”

“Darling, I would sooner redeem myself in heaven than forget about you.” Your brow quirked at his statement.

“Isn’t heaven like… all sun and happiness and grandeur.”

“You’d be surprised.”

You let the conversation end there. You couldn’t get over that voice of his. Maybe it was the combination of the accent and the filter of the radio over it, but you just knew this demon had to be a handsome one. Though, you had considered the idea of him being some sort of terrifying, eldritch horror. You could probably get behind it, honestly.

You purse your lips in thought, fantasizing about seeing the owner of the voice.

“Why haven’t you told me your name yet?” You asked him. A few seconds passed by.

“How incredibly rude of me!” He announced, and he sounded genuinely upset with himself. “I forgot my manners, I truly never expected this radio to be touched again. I’m Alastor, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” You laughed a bit, playing along with the formality. You reached forward and brushed a settlement of dust near the base of the mesh cover. 

“Hey,” You said slowly. You continued after he responded with a hum of curiosity. “I have a bunch’a books on like… summoning demons. And stuff. Do you know if…” You trailed, hoping that he was catching the idea.

He did catch on, and you heard an amused chuckle. 

“I’ve never thought about it,” Alastor admitted. “I’ve been too busy down here to really care about visiting the human world.” Even through the filter of static, you could tell his curiosity was piqued. And you were suddenly very, very excited.

“Stay here,” You jumped up without a second thought and scampered into your room. You had a cabinet full of small antiques and trinkets, from cute bunny figures to reptile skulls. You gingerly opened a lower drawer, careful not to knock anything over, and rummaged through an old storage of books you didn’t often touch.

While you were in your room, you quickly swiped on basic makeup. There was no way you had time to do a full face, you felt that you were risking it already even putting a little bit on. You teased your hair and threw on a simple outfit, layering some jewelry over it. If you were going to summon a whole-ass demon in your house, you wanted to at least look hot. Obviously.

You hurried out back into your living room. You felt a little nervous as you neared the radio, which had gone quiet. Usually, when Alastor was connected, there was a garble of frequency that announced his presence.

You skimmed your fingers across the mesh and, nearly instantly, he was back. You wondered if he felt any physical connection to the thing. You decided to ask him about it later. You gently picked up the radio and traveled into your basement.

It was the perfect ambience for this type of thing. A bit dreary, empty, cold… You really only used the basement for storage, so the air was thick with dust and stagnant oxygen.

“Okay. I got a couple books on different ways I could go about this. I should have all the candles and salt and stuff…” You flipped through the pages, muttering as you set out different books on methods of evocation that seemed interesting around you, your legs crossed comfortably.

He hadn’t said much since you mentioned summoning him to your realm. You began to wonder if this was a good idea. Were you jumping the gun? Was he actually as interested in you as you were in him? Did he want to see you?

You suppose he noticed the long pause in your mumbling, because he finally spoke. 

“Find anything, (Y/N)?” You smiled at his question. You took that as a good enough sign that he was interested.

“I found some… I just hope one of them works.” Alastor simply hummed in response.

You carefully drew a symbol on the concrete floor, hand dripping with white paint. Your arm was pressed against your chest to keep your stack of necklaces from dragging along the ground you kneeled down on. Your eyes flicked back and forth between your work and the book, trying to make it as perfect as possible.

Alastor hummed a little tune as you laid out the necessary candles. A few white ones dotted the formed circle, for “purification and spiritual protection” the book said. You figured it wouldn’t hurt, just in case Alastor did end up being some hideous monster. You crossed your fingers.

“Okay…” You said slowly, standing up to examine your work. You bent over to pick up the book you followed. You also carefully placed Alastor’s radio in the center of the symbol you drew. “Get ready.”

You read over the words a few times before trying out the chant. 

You must’ve done it just right, because as soon as the words began tumbling from your mouth, a wind manifested and twirled around the circle you had created. Amazingly, the candles remained lit.

The lace on your clothes billowed in the wind, and your hair blew into your eyes. You furrowed your brows in an attempt to stay focused and kept your eyes on the paragraph. You could see that radio slightly glowing out of your peripheral.

A flash of light concluded the chant, and your eyes squeezed shut at the unexpected shine. You had thrown your arm over your head, and carefully began to peek under your elbow as the wind settled.

The candles, save for the white ones, had all gone out and the room smelled heavily of the smoke that curled from the extinguished wicks. And, in the center of the circle, the radio was gone.

And a demon sat in its place.

He was sitting, arms catching himself on the ground and a puzzled look on his face. The transition between realms obviously wasn’t the smoothest ride, but he quickly gained composure and stood up, brushing off his clothes.

The first thing you noticed was how tall he was. How he loomed over you, even from a couple feet away. The next was those piercing, dangerous red eyes of his as he made eye contact with you. And then his lips curled up in a wide, yellow grin.

“A pleasure to finally meet you in person, little bat, quite a pleasure,” He said with a dramatic bow. You were too stunned to speak, simply looking up at him with your mouth agape.

You realized that radio filter over his voice wasn’t exclusive to the radio itself, because his voice cracked with it as he spoke to you. You swallowed your intimidation and stepped towards him. He wasn’t a disgusting tentacle monster, which was awesome. He was actually… incredibly handsome. Lucky you.

“It’s… so good to finally meet you, too,” you said. You reached a hand out towards him. His eyes followed your movement carefully, smile twitching and eyebrows narrowing as he considered your hand.

Your hand was stopped at the edge of the circle he had been summoned in. Some invisible barrier prevented you from getting any closer. You both looked down at your hand, and then back up at each other.

You laughed, breathlessly and nervously. After all that work, you couldn’t even get any closer to him.

“Those candles, (Y/N),” Alastor explained with a teasing grin. You looked down at the white candles that still had their flame. You cursed yourself briefly.

“I was, uh, a little nervous. That’d you’d be, like, you know…”

“A hideous, slimy monster?”

“Yeah.”

Alastor laughed down at you. “My dear…” His voice was suddenly incredibly menacing,  the scratching of his radio-like ambience becoming more aggressive. You felt a cold sweat run down your spine. As fast as the tone changed, though, it was normal again. His voice was light with humor once again. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about!”

You stooped down towards a candle to snuff it, but a quick rap from the demon’s cane halted you. You slowly craned your head up to look at him.

“You wouldn’t want to upset the delicate balance of a seance, my bat,” He said smoothly. “You can fix it next time. I should be going, I wasn’t expecting this… I have some things to do back in Hell.”

Next time, you thought, a tight feeling in your chest. You were incredibly excited at that idea, and it helped you not feel so bad about the short visit from Alastor. You nodded at him before turning around and fishing through the book for a banishment spell.

“I’ll… see you later then,” You said after finding the page. You pressed your hand against the invisible barrier again, to which he followed and pressed his own on the opposite side. You examined those long fingers of his. He smiled down at you. His expression was strange and unreadable.

“Until next time.”

[just-a-ghost00]

The aesthetic of your next lover

Warning : 18+ themes are mentioned in group 3

Group 1

Physical traits - XX Judgement, Nature Personality - Ace of swords, Power Job - Queen of pentacles, Speak truth Interests - 3 of pentacles, Patience

Your next lover definitely has a good sense of fashion! They dress to impress and are the type of person that stands out of the crowd. They look intimidating, their eyes especially could be a key feature of their looks as well as their lips, regardless of their gender. For instance they could wear graphic eyeliner or their stare is quite intense either because of the shape of their eyes or their color. Their appearance feels very natural so it is unlikely they went through aesthetical surgery or that they use a lot of products to cover up for their complexes. They have a natural beautiful smile, good skin condition, good body proportions. They feel like the more tall and slender type. They are naturally striking which is one thing people would notice about them right from the get go. They look like they come straight out of an ad. In terms of personality, this person is clever and witty. They tend to use their brain more than their heart. They are driven and ambitious, strong willed and opinionated. They're stubborn in many ways but in their case it serves them good. They know how to push through when needed. They could have a tendency to overthink. As for their career, I'm picking up on influencer and artists vibes. This person definitely has an important status and they use their voice to express their truth, whether it's in person or through social media. The queen of pentacles in this deck looks like she is super confident about her impact on people and is expected to be worshiped. So this could represent singers, musicians, models, actors. Their work could involve the body. So maybe gym instructor or nutritionist. When it comes to their hobbies, I'm picking up on : learning new things, working out, gardening, working on their spirituality / increasing their faith, any creative activity that would get them to meet people. This person likes to share knowledge and spend quality time with people.

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Group 2

Physical traits - XIX The Sun, Play Personality - 4 of cups, Strength Job - XXI The World, Trust Interests - Black Numen, The Observer

This person looks very jovial and young, bright, funny, approachable. They tend to wear casual outfits, rather baggy and practical clothes. They look confident and friendly. Their could be all types of bodies and ethnicities here but what I'm picking up on is that they look sunkissed. So they could have a lot of freckles and moles, a beautiful tanned skin. Wavy hair. If they identify as a woman, I can picture them wearing flowy dresses/skirts. They're always smiling and giggling. They give me beach boy / beach girl vibes. When it comes to their personality though, it's the complete opposite. They are rather guarded and shy, kind of pessimistic. They can be super resilient and strong willed but I feel like this person has struggled or is struggling with mental health issues. Their mind is less bright than their appearance, let's put it that way. They give me Joker vibes, minus the psycopathic tendencies. As for their job, I have several possibilities. For some, this person could be jobless at the moment because they are taking a break from work and travelling instead. I have a feeling like this person took a leap of faith and left everything behind. For others, their job involves travelling. It could be because they're a flight attendant or a tourist guide. I also pick up on people that do several jobs at a time or that are always changing jobs. Like they could work for short periods of time as a bartender and next they babysit and so on. They kinda give me student vibes. When it comes to their interests though, it's pretty clear : tarot and divination, watching horror movies and dramas, researching about the occult, watching documentaries or reports about past eras and mysterious deaths / unsolved crimes, stories about ghosts and supernatural beings, mythology.

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Group 3

Physical traits - 8 of pentacles, Trust Personality - XII Hanged man, Surrender Job - 10 of swords, Movement Interests - XV The Devil, Destruction

This person looks trustworthy and mature. They have a bulky body or at least they look strong and wise. They tend to hide their face. I'm picking up on bikers specifically. Also people that have that tech wear or gangsta aesthetic. They wear masks in public transports. They look friendly but also intimidating in some way, because of their posture or their looks. They could have tattoos. As for their personality, they're pretty chill. They like to go with the flow and enjoy life at it's fullest. They're rather open minded and curious. They are empathetic. They have no problem adopting other people's perspective and finding a common ground with others. They're more of the observer type. They're quiet but they always pay attention. This feels more like the introverted types of the MBTI profiles. When it comes to jobs, I'm picking up on physical therapists, psychologists, kinesitherapists, chiropractors, people that practice movement medicine. Also firefighters and police officers for some reason. They help people move on, especially mentally, from traumatic experiences. As for their interests, I don't get the best of vibes from this section lmao but I was picking up on getting drunk, getting high, seeking for adrenaline by adopting risky attitudes. Like racing on the highway or doing extreme sports. Watching porn, having sex. They tend to have self destructive tendencies. I was also picking up on fighting, boxing, street fights. Like MMA and stuff like that. On a more "softer" note they just enjoy wrecking havoc. So let's say they go to a party or a concert they're the type to tear the place down. I'm also picking up on festivals like Hellfest.

[meowzfordayz]

when you're feeling insecure about scar tissue — kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Author’s Note: just lil moments of comfort. 🥺 You, your lover, scarring (from a burn), and reassurance. ❤️‍🩹 Ngl, Giyuu’s is pretty brief, but sweet nonetheless. 😅💙

when you’re feeling insecure about scar tissue — kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,300

CW: explicit language, traumatic references

Emergency Request Fulfilled: i kinda accidentally burned myself and had to go to the hospital🤠 and the doctor basically said that my arm is going to have a huge scar on it & i’ve been feeling really insecure about it bc like…it’s kind of a permanent alteration of what my skin looks like lol

i guess i was maybe hoping for some sanemi comfort? idk if that sounds stupid or not but he was the first character that came to mind when this happened to me haha Suggestion Fulfilled: I have a request for Giyuu and if you'd like, anyone else you feel like doing. I have any scars I have insecure of, but I love this one burn scar that is shaped like a butterfly near my collar bone from a pretty traumatic incident (But I think I'm good now???), and I was wondering what he would think of it.

~faqs~

“If you insist on keeping your feelings to yourself, then I may be forced to kiss them out of you,” Kyojuro declares, body emanating a secure heat despite the warning edge in his tone.

Glancing up from your book, you offer him a wry grin, “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

He frowns, mouth twisting in focus, comforter slipping off his shoulder as he scoots closer to you, his hair a soft, simmering ember in the yellow light of your bedside lamp.

“Am I so difficult to talk to?” he asks quietly, your hands instinctively closing your book at the shade of seriousness in his lowered voice, eyes tentatively raising to meet his steady gaze, “Am I unworthy of sharing your troubles?”

“Of course you’re worthy,” you reply lightly, melting in the tender embrace of his expression, “I just… it’s not a big deal,” you shrug, about to reopen your book when a large, warm palm stops you, curving to cup your knuckles while his frown deepens.

“I want to be here for you.”

Something about the hint of pleading in his statement makes your chest twinge, guilt darkening the haunch of your posture, the mattress feeling too small yet too vast for the both of you. The urge to shrug him off again clambers up your throat, the grounding anchor of his touch keeping it from spilling off the tip of your tongue. You sigh.

“Does that sound mean you are ready to confide in me?”

“You’re annoyingly persistent, is what it means,” you mutter fondly, “I swear, it’s not a big deal.”

He huffs, squeezing your fingers as affection smooths his frown, earnest now, “Whatever it is, big or little, important or fleeting, I want to be here for you.”

“Okay,” you groan, unable to wiggle away from his triumphant chuckle, “I was just feeling insecure about my burn scar earlier, that’s it. See! Not a big de-”

“I love your burn scar!” he interrupts brightly, “It may not fit your preferred aesthetic, but it is simply a part of you, and I happen to cherish all of you!”

“My preferred aesthetic?” you deadpan, eyes rolling with amusement.

“Not all scars are beautiful, but perhaps they do not have to be.”

“Did you just imply that my scar is ugly?” you exclaim, playfully jabbing at his legs with your toes, “I thought you were supposed to help me feel better!”

Flabbergasted, Kyojuro blinks helplessly, casually trapping your feet between his shins while his head tilts in confusion, “Is the truth insufficient?”

“What does that even mean?!” you wail, jokingly bumping your forehead against his arm as though it was a wall.

“Well,” he begins carefully, “The way I see it, a scar is a scar. Nothing more, nothing less. And you are nothing less for having one! …” he trails off, uncertainty pursing his lips as he blushes faintly, “I am unsure how to make this romantic… I only wish to assure you that your scar is fine.”

“Y’know what,” you grumble, “let’s cuddle and call it a night. I suddenly feel more secure about my scar.”

“Really?” his brow furrows, “How so?”

“You love me, right?”

“Absolutely!” he nods, releasing your feet, smiling when you promptly tuck them back into the warmth of his legs.

“And your love-”

“Has never been dependent on your physical appearance,” he interjects solemnly.

“So whatever,” you yawn, attention finally returning to your long forgotten book, “This is silly.”

With an agreeable hum, Kyojuro murmurs gently, “You were on page 237.”

“And this is why I keep you around.”

“You’re thinking too hard,” Sanemi grumbles, body propped up against the kitchen island on folded arms, voice low with morning grogginess, “I’ve never seen someone stir their coffee so aggressively.”

“So close your eyes,” you retort, standing across from him, tucking a yawn into your hand, “I can stir my coffee however I please.”

“I’m not denying that,” he chuckles roughly, slowly blinking away sleep as he says pointedly, “But how about you take it out on me instead of your poor beverage?”

You huff, “My poor beverage doesn’t have any feelings,” taking a tentative sip from your steaming mug, “You do.”

“And?” he scoffs, grinning lazily, “I can handle your feelings.”

“How about you handle breakfast,” you smirk, “And then we’ll dissect my feelings.”

“Bossy,” Sanemi mutters, heading to the fridge nonetheless, “Bossy, and an aggressive stirrer of coffee.”

“You love me,” you shrug, winking playfully, “Which is why you’re worried about me.”

“And also why I’m about to cook us breakfast,” he sighs, placing a carton of eggs near the stove, “‘Course I’m worried about you, you have that little dent between your eyebrows going on.”

Snorting softly, you wait until his back turns away again, grabbing a pan, picking a spatula (you have waaay too many), turning on a burner, his fingers wrapping around the neck of the olive oil bottle when you quietly confess.

“I’m thinking about the scarring from my burn,” you hesitate, sensing the tension in Sanemi’s jaw. He cracks an egg. The pan sizzles. You continue, “And I’m… I’m feeling… insecure. Different.”

“You might appear different,” he remarks, cracking another egg, “And that’s life.”

You nod to yourself, about to hurry past the awkwardness with an ill-timed dad joke When life gives you eggs, scramble them! when he gently tacks on, “You’ve seen me shirtless, looked at my face. You love me. My scars too. Sure, I’ve had more time to adjust to them, and yeah, they still bother me, but life goes on. Trauma, joy, and all their scars.”

“But Nemi,” you whisper, “Am I beautiful?”

He laughs loudly at that, whirling around to fix a stern glare on your glassy eyes, spatula wagging scoldingly in your direction.

“Do you lie to me?” he asks simply, “Every time you tell me I’m beautiful?”

You frown immediately at the mere suggestion, shaking your head adamantly.

“So there you go. You see me, and you love me. I see you, and I love you. And we’ll have this conversation as many times as you need.”

When he sets your plate in front of you, the first things you notice are the pepper and salt sprinkled hearts atop your eggs.

—

“Gee, what an incredible chef! One super salty egg, and one super peppery egg!”

“Shut the fuck up, you ungrateful dumbass.”

“Does it ever hurt?” Giyuu murmurs, standing behind you as he stares at you in the tiny patch of wiped off mirror, bathroom still hazy with condensation.

“Not really,” you smile lightly, cheeks warming as he rests his chin on your damp shoulder, wet strands of hair tickling your neck, “Not anymore.”

He hums softly, “That’s good,” fingertips collecting water droplets up the sides of your arms, “It looks pretty,” carefully stepping back to readjust the hastily tucked towel around his waist, “Pretty, but painful.”

You nod in agreement, reaching out to open the door a crack, “It was,” smile brightening as Giyuu’s face gradually becomes clearer and clearer, condensation dissipating as cool air seeps into the heated space, “But now I carry a butterfly with me, wherever I go.”

“And what about me?” his eyes gleam playfully, gently tugging at your waist till you’ve spun around to face him, “Do I get to carry anything cool?” contorting his body to display his various scars, skin pink and soft from the shower.

“Hm…” you pretend to contemplate deeply, nose crinkling before you flick his chest with a decisive snort, “Maybe a blob? Or a straight line drawn by a toddler?”

Giyuu pouts, “You’re so rude,” promptly spinning you back around, ignoring your cute squeak as he grabs a second towel to pat dry his hair, “I totally have a cool lightning scar… somewhere.”

[yaksha-lover]

Malleus isn’t the type to fall in love at first sight. His curiosity might be peeked by the mysterious new prefect, but it’s not as though he knows you. No, his interest is simple, and having any significant relationship with you isn’t something that even enters his mind during your earliest encounters. You’re merely a fleeting thing, something friendly and amusing to sometimes brighten his walks around Ramshackle. As a human, you’ll dance in and out of his life quickly, just as they all do.

Before, Malleus had never really concerned himself with aesthetic beauty; he’d never really understood the concept of attraction beyond a superficial level. Although he could recognize conventional attractiveness, he couldn’t really see the appeal in it himself. He’d felt the same way during the early days after meeting you. Malleus didn’t think much about your appearance or really anyone else’s.

It catches him off guard one day when he finds himself noticing things about you. It’s your eyes that draw him in. Pretty eyes, he thinks for the first time while you tell him about your day. He’s unsettled by the way he can’t bring himself to look away, and it shakes him so much that he quickly excuses himself away from you.

Human bodies were just lines and edges to him before, arbitrary shapes. As Malleus walks with you, he notices your form next; the curves of your shoulders, your exposed collarbone. It feels like you transform before him from an abstract painting to a portrait lovely beyond life. The feeling of uncertainty comes again, and this time it’s accompanied by a pit in his stomach that Malleus doesn’t quite know how to deal with.

Now, he knows you. You’ve spent more time together than he could’ve imagined when he first met you. He knows the beauty of your eyes because they tell your story. He knows the kindness of your heart by tracing a lifetime of memories across your shoulders and down your back. Malleus feels drawn to your lips because he knows what sweetness they sing. He knows you, and thus he loves you.

[turtledovenycx]

𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐔𝐬 (𝐇.𝐇𝐉)

🎧 Glimpse of Us - Joji

"The painting thus shifted into a window, with the glimpse of the two of you, hair white as a canvas sitting on the bench during a Sakura festival"

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧

𝐭𝐚𝐠: 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲

𝐖.𝐂 𝟑.𝟐𝐤

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ɴᴏɴᴇ

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“An art museum?” you asked straightening the wrinkles on your dress as you got out of the car. “You’ll see,” Hyunjin reassured next to you holding onto your purse. He was wearing a dashing black suit embroidered with small stones and chains not too flashy with black slacks. The buttons of his coat are done with no shirt underneath. The cut was low enough to showcase the smooth plains of his chest. His hair was done neatly to add to his already sexy aura. 

“If someone asks me questions I’m just gonna say it's contemporary,” you said as he handed the purse to you his chuckle sending a shiver through you. Your boyfriend had brought you to an extravagant collector’s event. It was lavish the owner spared no expense. It was at the collectors' hall, built like a church with finely detailed architecture. Statues of angels sat atop the high pillars and painted glass in the shape of ovals at the apex of the arches. The hall was decorated in almost heavenly aesthetics, the people dressed and adorned in expensive garments and perfumes and you fit right into the crowd. Wearing a beautiful dress with a jewel corset on you draws attention to your waist and breast. Hair done and pulled up a rich-looking hair clip inserted in your hair. 

“No one talks at this kind of function darling.” He reassured as he led you through the entrance, a hand on the small of your waist. You nodded at the well-dressed butler who welcomed you with a courtesy. The hallway led to a big drawing room filled with people talking in hushed whispers. The click of heels and boots rang as people walked and servers holding trays of champagne slithered through the crowd gracefully. Hyunjin grabbed two flutes and gave one to you, you sipped the fizzy sweet liquid and it tickled your throat as it went down. 

“Do you know anyone here?” you asked Hyunjin who appeared to be searching for someone in the crowd. “Yeah some people, the person who invited us,” he explained. The guests seemed to know each other, engaging in conversations easily. “So what’s my surprise?” you asked turning to him. The man had promised a surprise for you earlier that night.

“You will see soon. I promise.” He said holding your plam and placing a kiss on it like some prince from the 80’s. He was adoring the soft blush on your cheek when his eyes saw someone approaching the two of you. You turned to see a man in his thirties smile bright and arms open. 

“Hyunjin. You made it such a pleasure.” the man said hugging your boyfriend and then holding his hands. “Pleasure is all mine,” Hyunjin said giving his hand a brief shake. 

“You’ve brought someone?” the man asked the duo turning towards you. 

“Yes, my girlfriend,” Hyunjin said placing an arm on your waist and bringing you close, 

“Love, meet Mr.Gyu, he collects and presents art in events like this.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say shaking Mr.Gyu’s hand. “Pleasure is all mine dear. I hope the two of you have a wonderful time,” he said the conversation shifted to the theme of the event and how 40% of the revenue is dedicated to building schools in third-world countries. A charity and arts organization. Being a social worker yourself you slipped easily into the conversation. The feedback of the mic interrupted the three of you. 

“Ladies and gentlemen.” a voice that aged well reached the corners of the room. You saw a man his head held high holding onto the mic. “Thank you for joining us this evening.”

“He is Richard Kim the owner of del a casa,” Hyunjin whispered into your ear as the two of you clapped. The man on stage appeared to be in his 50s, dressed well in expensive fabrics from head to toe. 

You learned from Hyunjin that he was famous for organizing collector’s events and auctions, his wife Minerva- you noticed a lady dressed in black standing at one side of the stage- beautiful as the goddess of wisdom herself.  She came from a reputable family was well-known for holding charity events and ran a law firm. She walked onto the stage waving like a queen and standing beside her husband. The mic was passed on and Minerva explained how the money collected today would be used to provide for people who were still underprivileged. The way she spoke, embedding each word into your mind, she captured the room with her presence. The speech ended with claps and the couple urged the guests to move forward into the presentation room. 

The presentation room’s floor was laid with a red carpet. Paintings lined the walls and precious artifacts, sculptures, and jewels were placed neatly in a pattern. You gasped at the ceilings, almost built like a cathedral with big chandeliers hanging at different heights, the room was lit in a dim glow almost like it did not want to disturb the artwork, it felt like stepping into an old book written by Shakespeare

. 

“Beautiful.” You registered Hyunjin’s voice, he looked ethereal in the warm lighting, the light bouncing off the chains on his coat making them almost shimmer. Hyunjin knew about your silent fascination with expensive events. Events that threw money into it like they were mere paper, events for people that were rarely seen in public but held a high position in society. The dresses, the gala, and the taste of the alcohol served there captivated you. You were not high maintenance quite the contrary actually, but functions like this were his way of fulfilling your quiet wishes and he was always grateful to his work and fans for it. And your way of feeling like a princess. His princess. 

The evening carried on. Hyunjin introduced you to a few of his friends Cleo, Andres, and Tae-hyung.

Cleo who had one of her sculptures in the front, an angel with his wings torn and resting in his hands, despite the anguish of his wings being ripped, his face portrayed calmness, like the one after a war. It held a lot of meaning and you ranted to Hyunjin on what it meant. Andres was a painter in the early stage of his fame and Tae-hyung was a famous collector’s son. Hyunjin knew them from events like these. The crowd diluted into the night and finally, Hyunjin and you were alone admiring the artwork and talking about hidden meanings and perspectives. 

“Are you ready for your surprise?” he whispered into your ear as you were looking at a funny-looking painting of an old man who appears to have lost his shoe. “Wait.. this isn’t it. There’s more?” you ask still letting the feeling of all the luxury seep in.

Hyunjin led you into one of the many rooms with displays, this one on the farthest side. It was less crowded presumably the work of a new artist. 

There at the center of the room drawing all the attention was a beautiful painting hung on a big frame. The painting was of a street supposedly in Japan in April. The cherry blossom petals were so delicately painted as though if you touched it you could feel the smoothness. The street was covered in the previous fall almost making the whole of it a light pink. The painting was so real in all of the works you had seen today. It reminded you of the time when you were in Japan…. Wait?

You gasped turning around to find Hyunjin looking almost shy as he stared at your realisation... You had been on this exact street last summer with Hyunjin, it was an important milestone in your relationship. He had confessed his love for you on this very street during the Sakura festival, the moment so bittersweet because you had almost lost him because of his fame. 

 “What? Who?” you asked stepping closer to the painting, memories of that day rushing to you. You were about to leave Japan and Hyunjin that day. Both of you making hasty decisions because of the lack of quality time. The argument had started over Hyunjin never being there for you nor trying to acknowledge your efforts to be there for him, over time due to the strain of living in two different worlds -him being a famous star and you leading a quieter life- you had become almost invisible in the relationship. Exhausted and sad both of you had thrown hateful comments at each other until you packed your bags and left in the middle of the night. 

It was the night before the Sakura festival, the streets crowded in preparation as you walked away from the merriment wiping tears, This was it? The end? You couldn’t imagine not being with Hyunjin, not being able to love him, not seeing him, not waking up to him, Yes, you were deeply hurt at his ignorance of your efforts to be with him but you were at fault too. Hyunjin tried but the pressure he faced sometimes overwhelmed him, his need to be his best overpowered his worries and you in general. It was not his fault, you knew how much he had suffered during the awful hiatus he faced. Hyunjin after that developed an alter ego, a fear if you will of never giving a reason to be blamed again. 

But now it was too late, the words that left the two of you cut deep it was too late to turn back, your pride did not allow it no matter how much your soul cried for him. All flights were booked for the night and early morning the only available ones in the afternoon, you sat on a rickety bench and broke down.

Hyunjin was having a tough time accepting himself, he had gone to the hotel bar and was lightly buzzed before Seungmin joined him. The younger boy though appeared uninterested was wise for his age knocking sense into Hyunjin and urging him to run after you to fight for the two of you before it was too late. He loved you and if it came to his work or you, it was an easy choice. 

The blossoms covered the footpaths as Hyunjin found you on the bench hunched over sobbing, you looked up to see him, a moment of tension before the two of you sprinted to close the distance, hugging as tight as possible. He lifted you off the ground and twirled before placing you back. Apologies covered in kisses were shared, he kissed every inch of your face trying to ensure that you were real, you had not left! That night Hyunjin professed his love for you, he spoke words that were still branded on your heart, you told him how you could not even imagine a time when Hyunjin was not yours, that you would rather die. The two of you rarely slept that night talking through it, promising to always find each other during any rush, and making love. Pride and ego fell apart as the two of you became vulnerable to each other under the moon. It opened a new page for your relationship. A healthier more fun page. 

You had not noticed it at first glance but amidst the stark trees and blossoms painted was an old bench upon closer inspection you found two figures sitting on it, aged and staring away into the infinity. 

“That’s us,” Hyunjin whispered into your ear. At the bottom of the painting in calligraphic font was a capital H in white paint. 

“You made this?” you asked, the notion overwhelmed, no consumed your soul in the best way. It was a gift for you. Hyunjin painted the most painful yet the happiest night of your life. In front of you was the greatest symbol of his love for you. 

“How is it here?” you asked when Hyunjin gestured across the room your eyes followed. Mr.Gyu raised his glass of scotch towards the two of Hyunjin nodding in gratitude. 

“He introduced me to Kim who loved this particular and wanted to buy it from me.” 

You couldn’t help but feel a little sad at that. As much as you were proud of your insanely talented boyfriend this painting was a part of the two of you, selling it to a stranger who does not understand the inner meaning of it felt empty. 

“I can hear the gears shift from here baby.” Hyunjin teased you.

“No, sorry. It’s just… it is so beautiful Hyunnie. It’s so….”

“I know love, that’s why it will always be in our home.”

“What?” you asked. This was a big opportunity for Hyunjin, exhibiting his work could be his breakthrough as an artist, and the fact it was brought by someone famous. 

“No but…”

“I declined their offer, I made this for you. For us.”

“But..” you protested, he shushed you holding you closer.

“Don’t worry they liked my work that's why I was allowed to exhibit it tonight, I was offered to sign a contract with Mr.Gyu. I will have to paint 4 pieces in a year and sell it to him. NDA closure of course.”

“Oh my god Hyunjin!” you said hugging him and jumping around like a little girl. “I’m so proud of you!” you screamed but was shushed by others in the room. 

‘Sorry,’ you mouthed and bowed to everyone before turning to your beaming boyfriend. 

He stared at you with the same emotions from that day. All that was missing was the blossom petals around you but it was there, in the painting. 

The two of you turned to the painting again. 

“Where will we keep it?” he asked holding you from behind as the two of you stared at the piece. Nothing else in the exhibition excited you anymore not even the classy food or music, you just wanted to stay here in front of his painting in the arms of the man you love. 

“The drawing room?” he asked beaming with pride wanting everyone who walked into your home to see the love you two shared. 

“We can but how about our bedroom?” you asked

“The bedroom? People won't see it.” His hands held your waist turning you to face him. 

“We will see it though. Only us. Before we sleep, as soon as we wake up. When we are watching a movie, when you read your poems and I’m doing something else, when we have sex, when I am mad at you or you are mad at me and we are sulking, and it will just be one more reminder of why I cannot live without you… A reminder that you’re it for me…. I love you so much Hyunjin.” you say tearing up

“I think I like that better, I love you more princess. So so much more,” he said kissing you again just as the event was called to closing, the lights dimmed but the two of you did not move. Standing there kissing for as long as you could. 

And in that moment you knew, he will choose you over everything, over his fame, over his wealth, over his self. He will always choose you, and you will too. The two of you stuck together through it all the proof was right in front of you. It’s almost silly how an artwork can hold so much meaning but it did. Hyunjin was a man of many talents, loved by millions around the world. He had worked hard to earn everything he has now including you. You were truly the luckiest person in the whole world. You get to call him yours. 

There in front of the symbol of his love for you, you kissed him, kissed him so passionately with fervor because you knew you were gonna marry him someday. You were gonna have a family with him, fight more with him, laugh more, and grow old. Even when both of you become old and wrinkly, barely able to move around you know you will be fine as long as Hyunjin is there to hold your hand. The painting thus shifted into a window, with the glimpse of the two of you, hair white as a canvas sitting on the bench during a Sakura festival. It was a long way to go but you hoped it would be longer. 

_

“Here?” 

“A little to the left?” you asked stepping a few steps back to inspect. Hyunjin measures again before drilling a nail into the wall. 

“Now?” 

“Yes. Perfect. I’ll get it.” you giggled running into the foyer to grab the newly arrived painting.

After coming back home you and Hyunjin did not sleep till the wee hours of the morning. He sealed all his words with kisses on your body and you marked his milky skin in return. The painting had arrived as the two of you were enjoying breakfast. 

“Careful,” Hyunjin says holding onto your hip as your small frame attempts to lift the bigger piece. 

“Let me help,” he said offering to carry it, Kkami followed the two of you as you reminded Hyunjin you wanted to hang it. 

“Okay, up we go angel,” he said helping you onto the small stepping chair and handing you the painting. The nails were at the perfect spot, and you were able to hang it with ease. 

Kkami barked in celebration as the two of you clapped like dorks. Still standing on the chair you leaned back Hyunjin wrapping his arms around you. 

“It’s beautiful, you’re quite the artist Hwang,” you said yelping when he lifted you off and twirled before falling onto the bed laughing. 

“Thank you baby,” he said, shying away as you placed kiss after kiss on his face. The room filled with giggles.

It was almost noon once you guys finished vacuuming the wall dust from the floor and mopped the room for good measure. Kkami was lounging on the bed before running off as his lunch was served. The two of you sat on the bed admiring his work. 

“Have you thought about Mr.Gyu's offer?” you asked him, 

“I don’t know, I will be on tour soon. I will have to find time I also need to find a studio, It's a pretty big commitment I will have to spend a lot of time and with the new comeb-” he rambled on before quieting down, he was thinking alright just a lot of doubt in him.

“Baby it's okay I was just asking, it's your choice but I know if you accept it you will find a way to make it work. It's a big opportunity we don't have to rush to make a decision. Take some time to think it over. Just don’t regret whatever you choose. And whatever it is just know I'll be here okay?"

“Did I mention that I love you?” he asked kissing you, your lips breaking into a grin as he kissed you before carrying you out of the room. For lunch.

You glanced at the wall over his shoulder. The painting was big, it covered most of the space on the wall, and the shelf next to it seemed smaller than it should have been. Next to Hyunjin’s work sat his poetry books, sketchbooks, and other stuff. Also joining the organised mess was your novels, paperweight, and Jiniret. It was as if the room came in full circle. Words could not express how thankful you were for not leaving that night, for deciding to stay, for loving him. Yup, the blossoms were gonna stay with you for a long time just like this long-haired man you loved.

_

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

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A/N: Hope you enjoy it, I tried to incorporate some art into it cause Hyunjin to me is an equal amount of idol and artist. He is just so talented and I hope he gets many opportunities to display his art. I might create an NSFW version not sure. I took my time on this one so please show it some love

_nyx.☽༊˚

[delqcate]

-–— AUTUMN CHILL : FLUFFTOBER DAY 2

day two is finally here!! just a small sort of disclaimer, i have never experienced autumn/fall before but i am a lover of the season and aesthetic so this is just my idea based off of photos and films. also i'm back to my roots i love that for me 🫶 | flufftober | navigation

p.s. i appreciate your guy's love for the first fic. jellydoger liking my fic was definitely a small fangirl moment for me

summary: a game of hide and seek in the forbidden forest ends with worry over your cold hands

warnings/cw: no use of y/n , lots of descriptions , lmk if there's more

word count: 0.7k

paring: draco malfoy x you

Hogwarts always had a special charm to it when the chilly seasons came. The castle was already decorated with pumpkins and the air had never felt better, oh, and the leaves. The crunch as you step on them, how beautiful they look on or off the trees. Autumn in Hogwarts was definitely something worth experiencing.

Which is how you were able to trick Draco into a small game of hide and seek with you after some drinks in The Three Broomsticks. "I know you're here somewhere, darling. The leaves aren't really your best friend today." He calls out in a teasing manner while you were trying your hardest to not step on said leaves, no matter how crunchy they seemed.

The closer he got, the more you started to rethink your hiding spot. There weren't many places to hide in the forbidden forest besides trees, trees, and more trees— and as tempting as hiding in the leaves would be, that would be too much work— so you had to act fast and quick.

You quickly found a clear path but Draco was always close behind, staying still and silent to find you quicker. As you continued to run, you were definitely running out of breath, so as soon as you found a big enough tree to hide behind, you sat there and scanned your eyes all over the forest. Shades of orange and red fill your vision.

He felt close by as if he was right behind you. You weren't too tense since besides harmless creatures frolicking around, it was just the both of you, but you still had to keep your guard up. Something did catch your eye though: a leaf in the shape of a heart. Some parts of it were bent, but it also seemed natural.

A smile grew on your face as you continued to look at it, carefully pocketing it with the worry of getting it crushed. What you didn't realize, was that Draco—

"Boo!" He quickly taps your shoulders and yells, laughing as you flinch and slap his arm instinctively. "Draco!" Your breath was heavy, but you couldn't help but let out a laugh as well. He crouches beside you, your back pressed up against the tree and your legs curled up to your chest.

He had a soft smile on his face, perfect gray-blue eyes, and beautiful, kissable lips. He was perfect in your eyes, you were perfect in his. He leans in and gives your lips a soft peck before taking your hands in his.

"Your hands are freezing, love. I told you, you should've worn your gloves." He frowns, slipping off his own. "It's fine, I promise. I don't need yours, don't worry." She takes his hands to stop him, but he gently nudges them away, slipping one of his gloves on your hand.

"If you won't take both, at least take one. Mother made them..." He smiles, admiring the black gloves with the signature 'M' embroidered on the top with silver.

You look at the glove with a smile, it didn't fit properly, but it felt like it did too. Your eyes meet his and you let out a soft giggle as you noticed his face, his nose was pink, as well as his cheeks. You gave a soft kiss on all three spots, his cheeks seemingly getting more pink.

"The autumn chill hasn't been too kind to you now, hasn't it?" You tilt your head to the side a little to admire his face a little more, a small smile on your face. He chuckles and shakes his head, his blonde hair moving along.

"Maybe, maybe not. How about we warm up in the castle? The others are probably there as well anyways." He stands up and offers a hand to you, taking it graciously. "Sure. Oh, I wanna show you something I found!" You say as your smile grows wide, pulling out the leaf you found.

"Isn't it beautiful?" There was a sparkle in your eye, he loved that about you. He nods and smiles wide, wrapping an arm around you as if to warm you up from the cold weather. "Mhm, just like you." He kisses your head as both of you walk back to the warmth of the castle.

[sitp-recs]

Between the Power Lines by @tackytigerfic (M, 3k)

For Harry Potter, all roads eventually lead to Draco Malfoy. Or: this is not an AU! It's just Harry and Draco meeting by chance in an imported food shop in Connecticut and going on a road trip together. Featuring motels, cacti, Americana, and a hefty dose of pining.

In New Orleans, they got drunk on Bourbon Street, and Malfoy danced on his own (arms bare, laughing; Harry could have watched him all night) and later on, so late it was almost morning, they let themselves into the St Louis Cemetery—Malfoy unpicking the lock so sweetly—and walked around until the sky was pink-edged with the promise of another day’s heat. Then they sat on the steps of a crypt, watched over by sightless eyes of the statue of an angel. She looked exhausted rather than sad, Harry thought, and that made a lot of sense when he thought about his own longstanding, dull-edged grief.

It’s been ages (or 2 years) since I last wrote a rec for Tacky (I usually write for other readers, except when I’m reccing friends - then I write for them) and their birthday was the perfect excuse to put my reccing muscles back to work. I almost bailed out because I know this is one of T’s own faves and “what if I don’t do it justice?” but that tired angel banner has been sitting in my drafts for 3 long years and it deserves a proper rec!

Where to even begin? Anyone who knows Tacky is aware of their superb prose - rich and nuanced, compassionate, effortlessly funny, with a strong sense of place and a soft spot for suds scenes and filthy m-rated sex I mean devastating romance. Their writing breathes heart and personality, very much like Tacky themself. So knowing that this fic came out exactly as they intended it to should be enough to make you go read this right now, but in case you need further incentive, see below all the reasons why this oneshot is so special to me:

1. The *vibes*: if you thought that 3k is nowhere near enough to build the sexiest, most intriguing Americana atmosphere you’ve seen, think again. The aesthetics are impeccable here, decorating the beautiful and strange landscape - cacti and cheap motels included - into something peaceful and desolate, an overarching melancholy making it even more compelling. The dialogue is brilliant but the silences are just as loud and meaningful, with a quiet intimacy and a dreamlike quality that make you feel as if you're intruding a memory.

2. The romance: at this point everyone and their dog know that pining!Harry is Tacky's jam - they luxuriate in making us all suffer with him until the realization that Draco has been loving him back all along slaps us in the face. Harry is so stupid and desperate and wanton, I love it. And the way Tacky reinvents this delicious trope to make it work in new angsty ways blows my mind. Imo the slow burn is particularly effective here, a feat in any 3k story, because the narrative gives us so much character insight. We learn all the little things that make these two lonely boys tick as we watch their ever-changing perception of each other evolve from a tentative truce to reluctant confidants to a comfortable, easy love that comes naturally and earned. We often get those bits of information from imagery and emotions alone, no dialogue needed, and a road trip is the best way to explore those dynamics in a smooth, unhurried pace.

3. The journey: this is truly an immersive journey, not only physical as we keep jumping from one destination to the next, but also emotional, as we learn more about their vulnerabilities and desires the more they gravitate towards each other. This story shows that being far away from home can be both freeing and grounding, when you’re stuck with your hot enemy someone who knows about your darkest hour. It gives you the chance to heal and visualize a different future without forgetting your past or letting go of that which has shaped who you are. I love their chance encounter and how this poignant 30k love story is told in such impressive economy of words.

TL;DR: if you’re a short form fan and prone to melancholy like me believe me when I say it doesn’t get any better than this. The whole road trip shebang mixing grief, romance and nostalgia wrapped in Tacky’s lush writing is a gift to any reader and an elegant work of art. Enjoy!!!

[youremyheaven]

Vedic Astrology Observations

Uttarashada natives often have very mongoose like features (esp face shape) since mongoose is its yoni animal. Often times these natives have a very small head.

Jessica Parker Kennedy is an Uttarashada Moon

Jennie is UA sun & Jane Levy is UA moon. Notice how they both have a similar eye shape and tapered chin.

2. Punarvasu girlies have such doll like faces. Punarvasu is considered the most feminine nakshatra and I think that impacts the physiognomy of its natives, giving them very cute, dainty, hyper feminine features.

Isabella Moner & Billie Lourd are both Punarvasu sun

Both Karina & Miranda Kerr are Punarvasu moon

3. Hasta Moon women are celebrated for their femininity in the world of entertainment. Since Hasta is ruled by the Moon, these natives are endowed with pleasant demeanour and natural vibrancy.

Dita Von Teese, who is known for emulating a hyper feminine 1930s starlet glamour, has Hasta sun & mercury (her moon is in another feminine nak of Mrigashira while her Ketu resides in yet another feminine nak of Punarvasu)

Bae Suzy, who is known as "First Love of the Nation" in South Korea, because her youthfulness and innocence reminds people of their "first love" has Hasta sun.

A lot of Bollywood actresses have big 3 Hasta placements, Katrina Kaif, Kriti Sanon, Tamanna Bhatia and Tara Sutaria are all Hasta moon.

(I'll probably make a separate post about this but these women fit North Indian beauty standards and Moon dominant women are always considered the North Indian ideal)

(Notice how all of them have slightly thin long noses and big-ish foreheads and an elongated eye shape?)

Anne Hathaway, Emma Stone, Ariana Grande, Kate Winslet, Karlie Kloss, Anya Chalotra, Lili Reinhart, Kristen Bell, Isabelle Adjani are all Hasta moons and most of them are known for their grace and elegance, while others are known for their girl next door persona.

4. Uttarashada & Purvashada natives are drawn to grandness, luxury and big gestures. In music, I've noticed how many musicians who make music that synthesizes and integrates many diverse sounds, genres and perhaps cultural influences often have Uttarashada placements.

Ryuichi Sakamoto, who often mixed electronic music with African, Chinese, Indian (and many others) music and was known for his "East Meets West" style had Uttarashada sun.

Daft Punk, the French electronic music duo is also known for mixing funk, synth pop, techno, disco and other genres with electronic music. The duo consists of Thomas Bangalter, who has Purvashada Sun, Uttaradhada Mercury & Venus, and Guy Manuel de Homem Christo has Uttarashada Venus.

Cher, who was also known for working across genres has Purvashada moon.

Damon Albarn, who created the virtual band Gorillaz has Uttarashada moon.

Bjork who is known for her unique music has Purvashada Venus

5. A lot of musicians who have a robotic/virtual reality/futuristic concept often have Uttara bhadrapada, Punarvasu and Revati placements.

Guy from Daft Punk is UBP rising with Punarvasu saturn.

Damon Albarn who created the virtual band Gorillaz has UBP sun, Revati saturn amatyakaraka.

Grimes, known for her aliencore, cyberpunk sound/aesthetic has UBP sun

6. Punarvasu natives often make very airy,soft, gentle, "glam" music. They're often very synth heavy and very inspired by 80s esque retro pop. Kali Uchis who has Punarvasu sun, Dua Lipa, Chaka Khan and Mariah Carey who have Punarvasu moon are good examples.

(Notice how even these pictures radiate a very similar glittery, retro glam aesthetic)

[mybeingthere]

My favourite national attire - The Hanbok

Song Seonmin, Freelance Fashion Editor, explains: "What completes a hanbok is not the person who makes it, but the person who wears it. Clothes that are kept close to you and worn for a long time rather than being an object of reverence or appreciation. This clothing, which exists on a two-dimensional surface, comes to life the moment it becomes one with our three-dimensional body. The closer you look, the quieter the chorus of lines and planes that permeates your eyes and mind.

The most important action in wearing hanbok is 'fastening' . It becomes the most beautiful piece of clothing when the front length with pus and the back length on the back meet and fit properly to the body. The structure of clothing also changes depending on how it is fastened. The doryeon, which refers to the bottom of the jeogori, is naturally misaligned, but when the outer layer is properly fastened, it finally takes on a neat appearance. Although they are born through flat cutting, this is because they take into account that their bodies are three-dimensional.

The basic shape of the skirt.

Hanbok follows the upper and lower back. It is a virtue to wear a jeogori that fits tightly and a skirt that is loose. Therefore, you must wear the inner part properly to properly reveal the unique bulging lines of the hanbok skirt.

Unlike Western clothing, the Hanbok skirt can create new silhouettes from time to time, and it is different each time depending on how the back hem is held and wrapped around the body. This is an aesthetic that only a hanbok skirt can express.

Dongdong, collar, and pus.

Hanbok is a clothing in which straight lines and curves freely intersect. You can tell by looking at the harmony between the sharp straight lines of the feather and the collar that gently surrounds it. Also, pus is originally rectangular, but once it is boiled, it creates an infinitely soft curve.

Danghye, a flower shoe, is a shoe worn by women from Yanggat households. It is made by wrapping silk on leather and embroidering arabesque patterns on the toe and heel. These days, they are often called flower shoes. Just like the beoseon, the slightly raised front nose that looks like it will fly is lovely.

Baerae refers to the lower part of the sleeves of a jeogori, and the subtle curves of the hanbok reach their peak. During the Joseon Dynasty, the shape of Baerae differed depending on fashion and social status. In modern times, as the width of the sleeves becomes narrower, a more gently curved back line becomes the trend.

When wearing a skirt-shaped hanbok, you should press the chest area to make it as flat as possible to create a proper shape. The skirt, which has the function of tightening the chest, is sometimes hidden inside a jeogori, but as seen in Shin Yun-bok's 'Beautiful Island', the skirt can be worn with a short jeogori to fully expose the skirt. This is where the understated sensuality of Hanbok is revealed.

The beoseon wrapped around the width of the beoseon

skirt creates a more dizzying and voluptuous curve than any other element of hanbok. In particular, the beoseonko that rises brightly into the sky has an elegance that can never be felt in Western socks or stockings that clearly show the shape of the foot.

By Song Seonmin, Freelance Fashion Editor

Model Kim Wonkyoung

Hair by Han Jisun

Makeup by Ryu Hyunjung

http://www.dongbangyuhaeng.com/easterntrends/view.asp...

[jsluvtzu]

im fangirling over all of your fics ngl.... could you maybe write something fluffy for chaeyoung? like reader meeting her for the first time in an art exhibition and then silly little sapphics falling in love

aesthete

son chaeyoung x fem!reader

summary: meeting you was just a coincidence. or was it fate?

cw: cute lesbians, men dni

wc: 1.9k

a/n: i’m sorry this took so long to get out, buttt here it is! sapphics crushing on each other and falling in loveeee

you always loved coming to the art museum down the street during your lunch break.

it was a slower day than usual that day, so your boss let you have an extra hour off.

the exhibits had new pieces put in every friday and you loved being able to be one of the first few people to see them.

it was a weekly thing for you — coming to the museum to admire the featured works from small upcoming artists.

you always failed to notice the one girl admiring you though.

she had her eyes on you like you were a new art piece, examining your features from afar.

your hands were stuffed into both pockets of your half zipped up hoodie as you strolled across the floor, taking in each detail of every frame in front of you.

she came here just as often as you did, using it as an excuse to catch glimpses of you.

the girl was anxious and fidgety compared to your somber and peaceful demeanor. her antsy energy collided with your tranquil one across the room as she worked up the courage to come up to you and start a conversation.

thoughts of a public rejection and humiliation clouded her mind and filled her ears with responses that haven’t even been uttered yet, but nonetheless, she had a little hope that it could go well.

her hands were clammy as she rubbed them together restlessly, the sound of her heart beating at the speed of light replacing the previous scenarios.

she felt her footsteps grow heavier with every step she took closer to you, approaching you like you were a radioactive substance.

you stopped in front of a piece that intrigued you — it was one the artist left for you to interpret in different ways, just how you liked it.

as you studied the meanings of the painting, you looked to your left and saw a pretty girl standing next to you.

she was shorter, her long hair covering some of her features, and her simple dress outfit with a black coat over it drawing a smile out of you.

the girl turned her head to you and froze seeing your smile, awkwardly smiling back and shying her face away.

you watched her slightly rock back and forth on her heels and glue her eyes to the wood floor below you, wondering what’s got her so worked up.

“i really love this piece. i love the way the artist has multiple things going on to make one big picture. what do you think?”, you blurted out to fill the silence.

the girl shot her head up and flipped her gaze between you and the piece on the wall which she couldn’t care less for right now, hurriedly looking for something she can relate with.

“y-yeah, i really like the.. the details.. and the way you can see a different like scene.. if you just look at it from a different perspective.”, the girl was visibly nervous, her tone further proving it.

“exactly! i think perspective is so important in art. it shapes your view of every work you come across and how it should be interpreted, you know?”

you were glad to have someone you could share your love in art with, even if she’s a little confusingly timid.

the girl cleared her throat and nodded her head excessively, “right yeah, i know, it’s a different meaning for everyone. for me i think the piece represents the beauty of falling in love and how it unfolds.”

you smiled and tilted your head curiously, her response being exactly the one you wanted to hear.

“wow, that’s actually crazy”, you said, laughing slightly.

“what is?”, the girl answered hesitantly.

“i see the piece the exact same way. the way it shows the first stages of falling in love with someone. like here’s the infatuation stage and the euphoria of it. that’s why this part is a little messy”, you slid one hand out of your pocket to point at the area you were talking about, “it represents the blurry feeling you get when you’re in that state.”

you turned to look at the girl and observed her reaction, stuffing your hand back into the pocket it was in.

she was already staring at you when you looked back, probably not even focused on anything you just said.

she smiled and silently agreed with you, nodding her head again and scanning her eyes over your face — almost like she was in some sort of infatuation stage.

“yeah.. i feel the same way.”, her doe eyes locked onto yours, entrancing you.

there was a pause in the air, both of you only focused on each other.

“i’m.. i’m y/n.”

you turned your body to fully face her, holding out your hand to shake hers.

she reached her own hand up to meet with yours, the both of you grasping each other in a firm handshake.

“i’m chaeyoung.”

your eyes didn’t leave hers yet, too scared they might disappear if you looked away.

“it’s nice to meet you, chaeyoung.”

chaeyoung’s hands were soft and warm, but not too warm and not too cold either.

she let her grip on your hand go, ending the handshake, but you wished it didn’t end there.

“it’s nice to meet you too, y/n. would you maybe wanna.. grab a coffee with me? there’s a small cafe just down the street.”, chaeyoung almost regretted asking, mentally punching herself to prepare for your rejection.

“yeah! i would love to.”

she raised her eyebrows slightly in shock, shaking her head to refocus.

“okay.. okay! come on, i’ll lead us there.”, she said, motioning for you to follow her.

as you two walked down the street, you both engaged in light small talk, getting to know each other beyond your shared love for art.

“so.. do you come to the museum often?”

of course chaeyoung knew you came often. every friday at around 12 pm. she just didn’t wanna look like some complete freak who stalked you.

“yeah i do actually, i come during my lunch break since i work not too far from here. what about you?”

“i go sometimes to destress from work and whatnot, it’s a nice way to get my mind off of things i guess.”, she said, shrugging.

you hummed in response, slightly upset that she seemed to have a lot on her shoulders.

the two of you arrived at the entrance of the cafe, chaeyoung speeding up a bit to open the door for you.

you giggled at her kind gesture, thanking her and holding the door for her on your way in.

as you ordered your drink at the counter, she was just as attentive as the barista taking your order, silently telling herself to memorize it and bring it for you the next time you meet.

you two sat down at a table in a far corner, sipping your drinks and continuing your conversation beforehand.

when you got lost in explaining some work drama to chaeyoung, she pulled out a pen and started scribbling on a blank napkin.

after you finished your rambling and looked at chaeyoung, you saw her constantly looking up at you and back down to her napkin, her pen moving skillfully.

“okay, done! sorry, you just looked really pretty, i had to draw this moment before it went away.”

chaeyoung slid the napkin across the table and you finally got to see what she had been working on when you were going off about your dumb coworker.

it was a sketch of you, arm on the table with your chin resting on your palm. she managed to perfectly capture the way your hair was styled, the way your smile shined, even down to the rings you wore on your fingers.

“wow, chaeyoung this is amazing.. how did you even draw this so fast?”, you said, amazed at her skill as you examined the intricate details she put into it.

“it’s pretty easy when your muse is nice to look at.”

you couldn’t control your burning cheeks and forming smile at her flirty remarks anymore, tilting your head down to hide your face.

chaeyoung wasn’t lying either. she thought you were the prettiest girl she had ever laid eyes on, and she was glad she finally took her chance and talked to you.

hearing your passion about art was the cutest thing ever to her. your genuine love for it attracted her to you more than she could imagine.

she wanted to know everything about you.

more than just the way you perceived the world, more than your coffee order, more than what irritated you about incompetent people at work.

she wanted to know what made you feel most loved. what it would be like to come home to you.

“whatever.. my turn to draw you now.”, you said, still giggling like an idiot.

you reached over to grab her pen off the table and took the napkin from under your cup to scribble your own sketch of her.

chaeyoung watched you patiently and noticed the way you hid your “drawing” with your free hand, slightly furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

“aaand done! do you like it?”

you slid your napkin over to chaeyoung and observed her as she looked over the piece of paper.

the fact is, you didn’t draw anything special at all.

your idea of a sketch of chaeyoung was writing your phone number down and drawing hearts and smiley faces everywhere.

chaeyoung broke out into laughter at your antics, rubbing her thumb over the material.

“i do, i really like it.”

you reached into your pocket to check the time on your phone, realizing you had about 10 minutes to walk back to work.

slightly saddened, you put your phone away and held your face in both of your hands on the table this time, beaming at chaeyoung.

“well i have to get back to work, but make sure you interpret that drawing reeeally carefully, it’s an important one.”, you said, scooting your chair back to stand up and grabbing your drink.

“oh i will, don’t worry. i’ll be sure to consider every single detail.”, chaeyoung said as she watched you grab your things.

you laughed at her playing along, “i’ll see you next friday then?”

chaeyoung smiled and dropped her hands to her lap, still holding onto your art piece.

“next friday it is.”

you nodded and smiled at chaeyoung one last time, walking towards the door and looking back to mouth a “call me” and gesture a phone with your pinky and pointer fingers.

chaeyoung chuckled and watched as you headed back to your regular life.

when you completely disappeared from view out the window, chaeyoung drew her eyes back to the napkin in her lap, inspecting it again and scoffing to herself with a big smile on her face.

moments of your hour together flashed through her mind, making her blush as she pulled out her phone and went to her messages.

she typed your number in, making sure she didn’t miss a single digit.

chaeyoung was twiddling her thumbs over her screen, figuring out the perfect thing to text you.

she tapped the sides of her phone while she attempted to think of something, slowly growing frustrated with herself.

and the best thing she came up with?

hiii it’s chaeyoung :p

[obi-wkenobi]

Here's some Anakin admiring Obi-Wan for you all:

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It’s the faint noise of movement nearby that wakes him. It’s early still, sunlight barely peaking between blinds layered with a film of dust. A hazy, deep ache winds throughout his lower limbs, bringing with it a heavy contentment that settles within him, reminding him of where he is and what had occurred last night. A satiated snuggle into the pillow beneath him awakens fresh memories: crude words whispered in rough baritones, a frantic joining of greedy bodies, charged ozone snapping then erupting, the scent of his crackling release lingering on the sheets beneath him.

Anakin opens his eyes to a room telling the story of his memories:

Clothes haphahzardly discarded, lube used then brushed aside, sheets flecked with the evidence of their need.

It’s a display of their explosive union, as irrefutable as the desperation that they hadn’t been able to rein in last night. And standing amidst the mess is Obi-Wan.

He’s still naked, thank the Force, and rummaging around his belongings in a drawer, obviously looking for fresh clothes. Anakin takes the moment to observe - can’t help but take him in.

Broad, freckle littered shoulders shift as Obi-Wan lightly rolls them, likely to smooth out the kink Anakin knows contoured armour inflicts upon them mercilessly. Before, Anakin had thought Obi-Wan would be soft, malleable, except the war had marred skin with both scars and hewn muscles ready to strike. He had liked that more than he had expected, how hard and masculine Obi-Wan had been, how his musk had been thick beneath Anakin’s tongue and his back wide as he had scratched blunt nails down its length.

His mark had left welts on the pale skin, ending just before a trim waist, a waist that had fit Anakin’s hands just right as they had grasped at it. His marks. His hands. His need. He still can’t believe it, not really.

A slim, proportionate ass flexes as Obi-Wan moves on to another drawer. He isn’t particularly round here, yet Anakin finds him still perfectly shaped, sculpted just right for his stature and lightly covered with a smattering of auburn hair that darkens and thickens down toned thighs and legs.

Twisting just so, Obi-Wan gives him a slanted view of himself, exposing the curve of his soft cock. Anakin has never given much thought to the aesthetics of male genitalia before, but he does now with Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan is beautiful here. He’s large, both in girth and length, so that his cock hangs heavy between his thighs. His balls are evenly shaped and fit snugly beneath his cock, they and the surrounding area are populated with coarse, light auburn hair that complement the complexion of Obi-Wan’s fair skin. 

Anakin swallows and continues, admiring the etched lines of Obi-Wan’s stomach and the dark chest hair that had rubbed against him, matted with the slick of both their sweat. A tantalising bob of an Adam’s apple draws his attention further up to a sprinkling of bruises along a neck. Anakin had done that. Finally.

A pointed cough whips his gaze to eyes crinkled from amusement. He watches with dangerous affection as cheeks tinge a light pink and a familiar eyebrow rises, wry, undoubtedly aware of the fierce pride that ignites in Anakin’s chest at the finally mine that barely feels slaked at the sight of an Obi-Wan so undone. He had done that. 

Obi-Wan had abandoned his propriety and finally given in, for him. 

Anakin’s voice is rich with satisfaction as he says, “Come back to bed.”

“Good morning to you too, Anakin.”

Anakin rolls his eyes, but Obi-Wan comes back to him anyway, if only to sit on the edge of the bed. One large hand cups his cheek whilst the other settles over his own. Obi-Wan bends down to kiss him, sweet and lingering, hinting at the possibility of things to come. Anakin chases the coolness of those chapped lips, wanting to feel them and the hint of the tongue that had teased along the seam of his lips.

“There’s a meeting I must attend,” Obi-Wan murmurs against him as Anakin runs his mouth across that long adored beard, revelling in the dual nature of its texture, rough yet soft. It’s overwhelming. Tempting. Luring. He never wants it to end.

“Do you have to?” he sighs, breathy and hopelessly, utterly, in love.

“Yes.”

Anakin groans, and then, because he isn’t one to give up easily, lowers his mouth to Obi-Wan’s neck and nips at it lightly, relishing in the erotic moan Obi-Wan gives and that had caused Anakin to almost come untouched last night.

“What if you stay here with me all day?” he purrs into reddened skin.

Obi-Wan laughs, all warm and golden so that all Anakin knows is complete rightness in the Force.  “If that’s the plan for the day then I definitely will need to leave.”

Anakin hums, smiling as Obi-Wan presses chaste, little kisses against his lips, barely allowing him to breathe because he can’t believe he gets to have this, a reciprocated love that fills him until he’s brimming with it, overflowing with it, even.

“Why’s that?”

A tempting mouth moves to his ear, Obi-Wan’s voice hoarse and entirely too knowing. “Because we’ll need some more lube, darling.”

Electricity ignites across his skin; his groin tightening, body flushing, heart beating a wild, anticipatory drum. He breathes in deeply, trying to centre himself and is left flailing when Obi-Wan abruptly stands, smirking down at him with his hands on his still naked hips.

“I didn’t think you’d object to that,” he chuckles.

“It’s too early for you to use sex against me,” Anakin whines.

A soft grin blooms on Obi-Wan’s lips. 

“How about I go to the meeting, then get the lube, and then we can spend all evening together?”

“‘Suppose that would be okay.” He swallows, hard, preparing himself. “And tomorrow?” he asks nervously.

He needn’t be, for when he glances at Obi-Wan, eyes glow with a tenderness only Anakin knows.

“I’ll be here, and all the days after that, Anakin.”

“Obi-Wan,” he says softly, and with a light heart that he’d never thought he would get to feel.

[dreamsofminnie]

“Ethereal Paintings”

02~ Transfer students and a task☂️

Scaramouche x Reader Smau

You waved a farewell to Ayaka, Yoimiya and Albedo as they eyed you walking towards the professor as the lecture ended.

Professor Rukkadevata waves you over with a gentle smile. The most gracious and kind professor from all the other teachers you knew. Not that every other prof is terrible to you, you loved every art teacher. She asked to see you after class, emailed to you right before class had started. You are one of her favorite—if not most favorite—student.

“Good afternoon Professor Rukka! How may I help you!” Your vision failed you since you didn’t notice the two people who came and stood to the side of you.

She nods a greeting then raises her arm towards the two others, her voice gentle with care. “Y/n, the new transfer students have missed two weeks worth of lectures. And I trust you to help them catch up. A simple task I merely ask.”

You turn your head at the two boys and looked them over. When you were with your friends trying to get a glimpse of the transfers there were way too many bodies sitting in that section so it was hard to really see. Now that they were directly placed in front of you, you could gauge their appearance.

One had an aesthetic of what you would call a soft boy. Definitely fit for autumn theme. His cream white hair stuck out a tuff of red which you pinned him as a male leaf. He smiled as a greeting which you returned.

Adverting your eyes to the other guy, your breath hitched. You really never believed in love at first sight but, you might have to rethink because; he was jaw-dropping gorgeous. His skin was so glossy and porcelain-like, eyes were strikingly sharp and hypnotizing. He majorly wore dark colors with either blue accents or dark purple. Emo-rock aesthetic. The look he gave you however contrasted his beautiful appeal, they glared at you and with a shiver you swivel back to the older woman.

“Of course! I’m happy to help my art peers.” Grinning at the chance to befriend the breathtaking male, your energy levels elevated even without coffee on this dreary monday.

“Thank you Y/n. Have a splendid rest of the afternoon you three.” She slightly bowed her head as you lead the boys from the lecture hall.

“My name is Y/n as you both know from the Prof. Can I have your names?” You tilt your head back at them as you hike the stairs towards the campus library.

“I’m Kazuha. Nice to meet you Y/n.” Kazuha put one hand on his chest with a little bow of his head despite climbing the stairs.

“…Scaramouche.” Pretty boy finally said as you all reached the peak of the staircase. Unique name for a pretty boy—was your first thought.

“Mmkay! I have all may notes on me so let’s get started on the first lecture notes. There are 4 days of lecture notes in total, but the notes are very long since it’s a 2 hour lecture.” Kazuha nods while Scaramouche groans.

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The way the three of you sat at the table facing the window was you, Scara then Kazuha in that order.

You were texting on your phone when a pen tapped your arm, it was gentle so you assumed it to be Kazuha. “Can you explain this part to us Y/n.”

You nodded and he tilted the notebook a bit higher towards you, Scara looked on as well. And at this moment, you didn’t realize your handwriting could be so small. You leaned a bit further toward the book. Completely unaware of the invasion of space you have penetrated at that moment.

Scaramouche held his breath when your head was a few inches from his view. He could see your side profile in every detail, his eyes couldn’t help but stare. You didn’t seem to be focused on him only on your own penmanship so it wouldn’t hurt to look as long as he was allowed. How your nose was shaped so cutely, the way your eyelashes stretch out in length, your blinking and the scrunches of your nose and crinkle of your eyes. When you suddenly brighten in relevation and let out a “Aha!” did Scaramouche snap out of that trance and shrunk back into his seat further away from your body.

You explained and Kazuha’s nods and “Ohs” felt distant to him as he thinks back on his unconcious actions. This is stupid—Scarmouche silently huffs and takes his note book to doodle write in which his knees drawn up to hold up his book. Your back-and-forth explaining went on over Scara’s head with him still silently listening.

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Synopsis-> When you were required to help the new transfer student the history of art from the two weeks he missed. He didn’t know you were the one artist he was inspired by. You grow fond of each other but stay at a flirting stage. But finding out that he’s a dreaded a.i user; your mortal art enemy; everything in your relationship is obliterated. Will he be able to reconcile and steal your he-art♡ once again?

When is it my turn to fall in love at first glance☹️

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[mess-with-legs]

Cupid Loves You - Prologue?

{Introduction}

So before you get into the story I just wanna say a couple thingsss... This is an oc x Y/N kind of story, and it's my first time posting anything like this + english isnt my first language so I'm really sorry if I make any mistake with the grammar or spelling or just the writting in general! This is a story I'm writting purely out of fun and I don't expect any big attention or anything? So I probably won't post about it very often since my account is more directed to art content. This story is very inspired by the character of cupid from monster high / ever after high, and the whole pink girly femmenine aesthetic. And to finish, this is a WLW story, so it is implied that the character Y/N in the story is a girl. Feel free to ask any questions, I always love to answer them, and enjoy!

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After a long and boring day of class, you were happy to finally return to your dorm. You were fixing your hair up in a ponytail, checking that you didn't forget anything, and taking out the keys to your dorm. You were a bit nervous too, how could you not? The first day of school was done, you didn't exactly made any friends, and you had no idea who you roomate for this school year would be. That's when you opened the door and saw her. "Cupid?"

You asked confused. When you first saw her in class the first thing you noticed was her beautiful blonde hair with pink streaks. She had a pale skin and light blue eyes. Between her eyes however, she had what she called a birthmark, but it was a perfectly shaped light pink heart. To you it was obvious that it had to be make up, birth marks as far as you know, aren't so geometric and perfect. As the day went by, everyone introduced themselves, and when you heard her talk you realized she wasn't just any student. She was the smartest, pretties, most athletic student in class, probably in the whole school! Her name was Cupid Jr…Kind of a weird name. She had just moved from Greeze. She became popular almost inmidiatly, with people surrounding her to just have a second of her attention, but she seemed to ignore everybody.

That same day between classes, you bumped into her, probably shouldn't walk while checking your phone. "Sorry! My bad" Great, first day and I already have beef with the Regina George of the class. However, she didn't look upset, she looked at you up and down before speaking. "Are you ok? Did it hurt?" You were a bit surprised by this. You didn't know her very well, but the few times you saw her talking with others she didn't sound caring or kind, she acted like she was simply way too good for anybody around her. So, why was she acting like this? "Yes… I'm alright, thank you-" She leaned closer to you and fixed your hair with a cold expression on her face. Her touch was soft and careful, almost as if you were a delicate porcelain doll, and she didn't want to break you. "You're in my class right? What was your name?" She asked. "I'm Y/N" You answered. You would swear you heard her mumbling something, but you couldn't tell what she said. You excused yourself and walked away, trying not to think about that situation.

That takes us to the present moment. Why is she in your room? Surely she isn't your roommate, right? "I am your roommate now." Yep, she was your roommate. The room wasn't very spacious. It counted with 2 beds, 2 closets, 2desks to study, a bathroom, and a mini kitchen that was just good enough to cook basic things. It wasn't very big but you were thankful for what you had. You noticed how she had already decorated her side of the room. The left side was decorated with all sorts of cute stuff, from plushies, to paper hearts adorning the walls, pink bows…well, almost everything was in pink and white. It almost looked like a doll's room. She stood up from her seat and walked until she was in front of you, she was taller than you and you had to look up to meet her sight. "Since we're gonna be living in the same dorm, it would be beneficial for the both of us to get along. Would you like to formally be my friend?" She spoke almost as if she was making a contract, like some sort of formal social agreement. She even extended her hand, clearly hoping for you to shake it. There was a big contrast between her cute and pink looks and her cold way of speaking. "Uhm…Yes! Of course!" And so you gave her your hand. Despite the weird situation that was going on at that moment, you realized how lucky you were! You had just become friends with the Heather of the school! Did that make you also a Heather? You hope it doesn't since you're not really very much into fashion and all that stuff. "Excellent." She spoke, and for a mere second you could see her expression softened. She had her eyes on yours. Almost as she couldn't take them away.

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