#I have so many doodles of him but they're all so messy

[phantom-shell]

Oh Fiddleford Mcgucket.. I like you a normal amount...

[velvet-games]

in the middle of working on a lucifer redesign :)

thoughts/explanations + minor character analysis under the cut (this was supposed to be short but it ended up being very thorough lmao):

honestly love his canon design so I'm kind of working from that more than I'm trying to rethink stuff from scratch

I'm gonna admit right now that a lot of the design choices were very self indulgent lol; I just want him to be pretty :<

circus stuff~

I've seen a lot of people raise their eyebrows at the circus motif, so I was going to try something different, but I actually think it makes a lot of sense!

I think freakshows/circus acts have been tied to this idea that certain identities/abilities are strange and shameful, only valuable as dehumanizing entertainment -- they're mistakes, freaks of nature

but at the same time many circus performances require a lot of skill and work and love that can go unappreciated, each and every performer at the very least a person worth respecting

I think lucifer sees hell as a freakshow/circus he's been forced to lead and try to control

a bunch of wayward toys meant to be bright and beautiful that have been twisted into something terrifying

and he needs to discover a more empathetic, appreciative, and loving way to think about sinners

and also to realize that it's not about him or his mistakes; it's about a group of people with their own emotions and autonomy that he needs to respect

anyway

all that to say: we're keeping the circus ringleader thing!

I think a whip would make more sense for a ringleader, esp since alastor has a staff already (but they're enemies/foils so maybe their designs should reflect each other?)

there's room to turn the whip into a snake maybe

in the pic I made it look like his tail bc I considered making his actual tail a goat tail (cute! but the longer one suits him better I think)

maybe an apple on the top/handle still

the tux honestly looks a little too formal/cool for him most of the time lmao

so I think he should take off the jacket/have the toymaker apron on instead unless he's fighting

vaudeville doll~

lucifer has a lot going on tbh: circus ringleader, angel, devil/demon, snake, goat, vaudeville porcelain doll, toymaker, etc.

I think I'm gonna take out snake just to simplify a little, but I'll talk about that more later

I was also going to take out porcelain doll but

1) the rosy cheeks are super cute

2) fits with the circus theme

3) fits with the idea that he's both a toy and toymaker (an angel that tried to play god)

uhhh there's a couple self indulgent doodles of him in a vaudeville doll dress lol. not relevant to the design at all; I just like drawing stripes and ruffles

I ended up making him sort of androgynous in a lot of ways? (not that he wasn't already lol) which works for him I think

part of it was the vaudeville doll thing; I wanted to give him (keep?) the eyeshadow and add those little vertical marks you see on them sometimes

also because I really liked the puff sleeves in one of the references I used; it kind of emphasizes an extended hourglass shape with the puffy pants

plus I love drawing the more classic tuxedo shape <3 very yummy lines and details

hair/shape~

I fucking LOVE when people draw him with messy hair, so I made that permanent

I also think (esp since he's blond) having the hair stick out in tufts kind of makes it look like a star (morningstar, lightbringer, etc. etc.)

even more so with the pointy horns (those are also fun to draw cause they're right in the corners of his widow's peak)

I drew a random triangle on one of these as a reminder to keep the pointy/triangular shape language throughout lol

squares would def be wrong with the implications of sturdiness and stability

I think circles would be wrong too? he's vulnerable and ultimately very soft inside so I kept a lot of round lines, but I don't think he's the traditionally bubbly/friendly/peaceful archetype circles are usually used for

triangles are apparently dynamic, dangerous, and unpredictable, which is a little closer to what I'm going for

(shape language is a very flexible rule btw; I'm not saying they determine everything about a character or that one shape has to mean exactly one thing)

he's also a depressed, tortured soul, so I feel like he should look just a little unhinged and exhausted <3 (hence the eyebags on top of the messy hair)

angel stuff~

(sidenote: cherub and seraph are singular, cherubim and seraphim are plural. even the show gets this wrong tho, so feel free to say whatever ig)

I'm pretty sure most people agree lucifer was probably a cherub? cherubim only have 4 wings so I might go with that

I do think it makes more sense if he's higher ranking like a seraph tho ... it's hard to decide whether to go with the show's ideas about angels or actual religious texts cause both are interesting in their own ways

snake~

ARHHGHJF idk how I feel about his nose

again I thought about taking out the snake motif, but he honestly looks good w/o a nose (I mean it's there obviously but you can't see it if it's just snake slits lol), and I definitely like the idea of him having a forked tongue or his eyes turning into slits when he's angry

also also

mini rant on animal motifs in hazbin:

I get the impression that a lot of people think it's a bad thing that you can't tell what animal a character should be? and/or that a motif has to be clearly present in the entire design to be good

and I kind of just accepted that until I started thinking about ozzie's design from helluva boss

like the original demon he's based on is really just that fucked up and mixed with animals you can't always identify

and chinese dragons are like a billion different animals even though they sort of just look like lizards at the end of the day

like obviously if you want the audience to associate a character with a specific animal (like if you want people to think a character's spooky because they're a spider or something), then you do want the animal motifs to be clear/consistent

but sometimes you just want certain elements there and it doesn't matter if the audience picks up on it (at least consciously)

and I think with someone like lucifer, having a lot of animals/concepts mixed together in an ungodly combination makes sense lol

so idk

maybe we'll just give him the nose/tongue

I did try just giving him a button nose in some of these for the doll thing tho

goat/charlie~

urgh I hate realizing I should've designed certain characters together lol

I took out the rosy cheeks in my original charlie design since I wasn't thinking about lucifer, so I put them back in this time lol (and generally thought about how they should be visually related)

I like that it enforces the idea that charlie's lucifer's creation (toymaker makes a doll in his own image yk)

also they both have puff sleeves now :) (charlie's design is basically princess dress silhouette but make it a suit)

I also gave her goat ears, so I figured lucifer should have them too? idk because I like the way his hair looks a lot better without them, and I kind of like the idea of giving them diff combinations of goat features (maybe she should have a goat tail?)

also drawing this made me realize I have no idea why charlie has a puppy nose??? I thought it was the goat thing for some reason but that doesn't make any sense

maybe I'll just give her no nose

anyway! fucking incredible if you read all of that; idk what possessed me to write so much about a half-finished design lol. feel free to leave suggestions/answers to the questions I had!

[chronicbeans]

Vampire King Simon AU

OKAY SO I GOT THIS IDEA-

Basically, the main part of this is that an AU version of Betty (basically, a non OG universe version of her that was able to get to Prismo) ended up making a wish to try to save Simon. She assumed that simply wishing for the crown to not exist wouldn't work. So, she wished for the crown to not turn Simon into the Ice King.

Well, if you couldn't tell from the title, he wasn't turned into the Ice King. He got turned into that world's version of the Vampire King.

Okay, so, Simon in this universe remembers a few aspects about himself: His name is Simon Petrikov, Betty is his fiancé, and he also remembers some of the dates he went on with Betty and key moments in their relationship (such as the incident at the bus and how they met). Besides that, he doesn't remember anything. He especially doesn't remember what it was like to be human... which results in him not having much sympathy for humans.

Instead of the crown simply driving him into madness, since that would make him too close to the Ice King for it to be considered fulfilling Betty's wish properly, the crown simply pushes Simon's worst personality traits to the forefront of his entire personality. Such as the fact that many people have been pointing out his subconscious selfish behaviors (again, the bus incident, where he wasn't willing to go with Betty and instead had Betty come with him. She chose to, but he simply never took into account how much she gave up in those moments). Instead of that selfishness being subconscious, he's now very aware of it and actively being selfish. Other traits, such as obsessiveness, clumsiness, and his need to think everything through have been amplified. He's more outwardly obsessive (especially over Betty), more clumsy, and he needs to plan everything to an extreme degree (sometimes putting off things for weeks in order to make it perfect. The obsessive trait also worsens this).

Push comes to shove, and he ends up turning Betty into a vampire. His reasoning being that, well, they're fiancés and since he's a vampire, she needs to be one, too, so that he won't outlive her and any other vampires won't harm her. (Basically the worst version of "we'll be together forever" possible) Then, needless to say, she doesn't like how her wish turned out, but can't do anything about it. They eventually end up adopting Marceline, with Simon being the one to turn her in this universe. The entire time they're raising her, Betty is trying to get her to be more sympathetic to humanity and to stop the vampires from killing them all, while Simon is essentially trying to get her to become the Vampire Universe version of Marceline.

I also made little concept doodles- they're messy as all heck but that's just what concept doodles are! (Also don't mind the writing I basically write all my AU ideas and design notes in my sketchbook as I draw so AAAAAA-) I plan to make better sketches of them, especially Betty and Marceline, later on.

[rat-rosemary]

It's easy to slip the sleeping potion into Quackity's and Karl's drinks.

It's been getting colder and colder, so when Sapnap offers they drink a cup of hot wine before bed none of them find it odd. Sapnap slips just a few drops of potion into their drinks while serving, just enough for them to fall asleep quickly and not wake up until hours later.

When Quackity goes limp againt George and Karl's falls foward into Dream's waiting arms, then they tuck them both in the middle of the bed (safe and warm and protected and with no escape) and Sapnap goes directly to Karl's bag, looking through it for the diary.

The diary. That damn fucking book.

Quackity and Karl have started carrying it around, passing it to each other every time they walk by or meet during the day. And they won't let them read it.

Not even with Sapnap's endlessly begging and charm did they break, they said that it was nothing bad and for Sapnap not to worry about it

And now they finally have it. Dream almost wants to trow it in the fire immediately, but they're not far along enough in the plan for him to do something like that (soon. Soon there will be no secrets)

The first thing they notice when opening it its how... messy the entire thing is. Pages covered in crampes notes and doodles, clearly Karl and Quackity talking through the book, pieces of writing and drawings glued into it, some times with dates next to them, sometimes with book titles and page numbers.

It takes them a few good minutes of reading until it becomes obvious what it's about.

George's hand twitches from where it's holding Quackity's neck, feeling his pulse, and Sapnap scratches Karl, his nails going sharp against the arm he was petting just now

Karl and Quackity are plotting.

Not against the three of them, but for them. On one page, notes of nobles who are trying to use Dream as a bluff, another of the ones who seem to be trying to trick him into arranged marriages.

Pages and pages of possible trade agreements other kingdom might offer, and the historical significance of them.

A chapter of plans regarding a group of sorcerers who have made it their mission to kill them three, and the way Quackity and Karl infiltrated their ranks. Their planned assassination, marked for next week.

Quackity and Karl had clearly realized something not many others had. Dream, Sapnap and George are powerful, of course, but they're also isolated. They don't know as much about other kingdoms as they need to be able to rule and bargain properly.

And clearly, they decided that they should do something about it, and try to cover for them three from this blind spot they didn't even fully realize they had

... The plan might be working much better then they thought.

Hiiiii <3 I know this all feels disconnected but in my head it all makes sense

If you wanna learn more send me an ask (please please please (/lh)

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OMG SO GLAD YOURE BACK!! <333

Could we get their fav carnival rides or what would they do there?

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - eat all the food and ride all the rides as quickly as possible only to inevitably get sick from the sugar and spinning rides mixed together.

Sen - he probably goes just to take aesthetic pictures like the ferris wheel at sunset and the neon lights of the games lighting up the street. He does spend a lot of time just hanging around the his friends and doing what they are though.

Kamakiri - hes only there because he was forced to by a friend. He refuses to ride any of the rides so he just akwardly waits for his friend(s) at the ride exits with a single corndog.

Kuroiro - most carnivals have that one ride thats haunted house themed or kinda scary (at least for kids its scary) and those are always going to be his favorite. He dosent care that they're kinda boring he loves them anyways

Kendo - i dont think shes very picky about what she does or likes at the carnival yk? As long as shes with people she likes hanging out with shes having fun. (She cant deny that she loves the food though)

Kodai - she probably prefers the cute little carnival games over the big rides. Not to mention shes surprisingly good at the games (even though theyre rigged)

Komori - she also prefers the games at carnivals over the rides but its mostly just because she wants to win the prizes. Shes not that good at the games though.

Shiozaki - she prefers the slower rides or the games over the really fast rides because she has a lot of hair that gets tangled really easily. Even the slow rides will get her hair pretty tangled if she dosent tie it up.

Shishida - Shishida stays as far from the carnivals food as possible simply because its all sticky or messy and gets stuck in his fur(hair?) And it takes forever to get out. He does prefer the fast rides over anything else at the fair btw.

Shoda - he'll say that the games are scams so he doesn't like them but the second he actually plays one of the games his classmates find out that he practically cant lose. He ends up getting asked to win prizes for his classmates but he dosent mind (he likes being helpful)

Pony - she is trying every food in sight. She constantly has her arms filled with different sweet treats and shes eating it all as quickly as possible in the ride lines because no food is allowed on the rides.

Tsubaraba - he likes the teacups. Ik its a ride made for kids but he forces all of the common sense kings to get in one of the teacups together so they can see how fast they can make it spin. (Yes they all get dizzy and sick afterwards)

Tetsutetsu - any ride that hes guarenteed to get sick on is his favorite. If it moves fast and has little to no safety measures in place he loves it lmao.

Tokage - shes tries to play as many games and ride as many rides as she can before the carnival closes for the day. She dosent really have a preference she just wants to do as much as possible

Manga - he dosent really have a favorite ride but he does prefer the rides over the games. He takes a little sketch book into the lines so he can doodle the things around him while waiting.

Honenuki - hes the type to not enjoy things as much on his own rather than with people. He dosent care what hes doing at the carnival as long as hes with someone he enjoys being around hes having fun. He will just do what the person hes with wants to do.

Bondo - he likes the ferris wheel. Something about the calmness of that one ride despite the chaos all around the rest of the carnival and the way it always gives the most beautiful views is just very nice in his opinion.

Monoma - hes going to act all smug about how the carnival games are a scam but hes so good that he will win anyways and then he loses so badly that its kinda embarrassing for him.

Reiko - Reiko dosent seem like the carnival type to me. So if she were to go it was because shes the bag girl. While people go on rides and whatnot she holds and guards their things until their done. She does like the food at carnivals in moderation.

Rin - he spends his whole time there silently looking at the weld jobs on the support poles for the rides and stuff and deciding to ride if its done well or not. He does like to freak out kosei by nerding out about how a bad weld job can cause the rides structure to fail (and awase obviously finds it hilarious while sen is a bit indifferent.)

Gif anime - dungeon meshi

[w0nderhoyman]

random au i came up in the middle of the night half asleep last night where (warning very long yapping session of me going on about the au):

instead of ron dying to bob impaling him, he gets caught in the middle of the worst he's ever been (seen everything in shambles in his dreams (which always predict the future as a power)) by bob who is in a *dun dun duuun* black mirror (as shown in the doodle). bob is like "huuuuh, you've seen "it all?" okay but have you seen the future past this mirror? it helps you defy that future. adjust that fate to your liking and it'll go in all the ways you want it to."

and this gullible bitch is like "... okay i'll trust your word on this" so he just jumps into the mirror with bob n. goes missing (God DAMMIT why does ron ALWAYS go missing in so many AUs)

little man over here didn't see any of this so one day he's like "where the fuck is ron" and is looking at every corner of the planet and the only evidence left of where he could possibly be is his messy ass room and the shattered black mirror.

and by messy room i mean LITTERED with PAPERS that look like newspapers talking about the world ending. or some ominous shit like that idk

so lil man ova here is tryna find ron with the evidence he found and is like "PLEASE OH MY GOD JUST LET ME GET MY SON BACK" and cue the existential crisis

bob: tiny man, i remember yuo're crisises.

/j bob comes out the mirror again and is like "hey, i found your son in here. get him away from me." and look who's the Gullible Man of the Year

so little man and ron are just stuck in that mentioned mirror that for some reason defies reality, with both of them being in completely different sectors

like ron is in either a meadow or some place that somewhat resembles the empty sekai in pjsk (sorry if that scared you away... yikes! i dont go outside but i have good physical health)

and little man. idk to the void you go with a million mirrors surrounding you with no reflection (and maybe some red spider lilies to make it seem SCARY)

so yeah that's my half delusional semi dream i had in the middle of the night which i explained through doodles and me yapping

TL;DR ron goes missing so little man goes missing all because of bob in a mirror and the two never find each other again so they're in constant despair

[princess-of-the-corner]

So, how do you think the other supporting characters' (who have pony counterparts that is) outfits on Equestria Girls were with Celestia, Luna, the CMC, Cadance, Trixie, Starlight Glimmer, Big Mac, Lyra, Bon Bon, DJ Pon 3, Maud Pie, Zephyr Breeze, Cranky Doodle, Snips, Snails, Shining Armor, Photo Finish, Bulk Biceps, Granny Smith, Miss Cheerilee, Octavia Melody, Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, and Derpy?

Okay let's go down the line!

Celestia - I like this! It fits her tbh. I do laugh a little at how they tried to make the crown in her hair by giving her these little cowlicks.

Luna - I'm like 90% fine with Luna's outfit but I just. Why??? Why did they change her skin tone?? She's so light!! What happened??? Like I know some characters got a touch lighter compared to the pony's coats, but Luna's one of the ones who got it the worst

CMC - putting them together because honestly I like all their default outfits. I think maybe Applebloom's is a touch plain, but if that's my biggest criticism...

Cadence - Hers is.... alright. Like it looks good on her, but it's also a work uniform designed to match-but-stand-out from the Crystal Prep looks, so we don't see as much of Cadence herself in the design. I'm not sure what I'd put her in for something more casual.

Trixie - She is perfect 10/10. I love her main outfit, but I also 100% ADORE her look in Rainbow Rocks.

Starlight - I don't like this look. Don't get me wrong, it's a great outfit! Just not for Starlight. Like she's an ex-cult leader learning how to actually make friends why does she look like she's about to chill at a skatepark?

Big Mac - Almost perfect but why??? With the skintone again???? Like some people argue that they changed it to avoid a racism thing because 'red sk*n' is a slur against Native Americans but that's a stretch and doesn't make sense for many reasons.

Lyra - I do not like this one. The pink is a bit too clashing for a main color(I'd allow it for an accent/accessory but not the main shirt and boots) and wtf are those shorts?

Bon Bon - This one's cute! The white might be a touch too overwhelming, but it's still cute!

DJ Pon-3 - Perfection! I love her!

Maud - tbh they literally just took her pony counterpart's dress and it 100% vibes with her. Perfect no notes.

Zephyr - he looks absolutely awful but in a good way because it fits his character's vibes oh my GOD he's a loser. Like if you showed me him with no context, ofc my first guess would be 'couch-surfing stoner who eventually became a hairdresser'.

Cranky - his actual /face/ looks so weird because they're trying hard to bring in the donkey look, but his clothing choices match him well.

Snips - very generic but he looks like a typical kid of that age

Snails - a bit more personality compared to Snips, making him a touch more awkward, but still quite generic.

Shining Armor - no. Just. Idk. I feel like Cadence probably dressed him so he'd look nice for that meeting with Principal Cinch but she did it by raiding his dad's closet. I don't think he'd look too messy ofc, considering the Pony is a Guard Captain the Human is probably military or police, but what they gave him doesn't quite work and it shouldn't be something he wears casually.

Photo Finish - Like Maud, they just took her Pony Counterpart's dress and put it on a Human. So it 100% works and is designed to vibe with her.

Bulk - Absolutely on brand

Granny Smith - Her design itself is a bit off to me because her pony self is very thin but her human self is fat? It's weird. But the outfit itself is nice. Very 'granny' vibes.

Cheerilee - The design itself is weird because it's another one where they fucked with the colors, this time switching her hair and skintone? But the outfit is very cute and good to convey 'teacher' vibes. I think my biggest complaint (other than the color switch) is that there's not much to differentiate her as being a teacher instead of another student. (then again.... considering Big Mac is apparently still a student, maybe she is too?)

Octavia - See here's a character where 'nerd prep' works! Great design!

Diamond Tiara - yellow is not the right color for her. It's. It doesn't look right. It's too much. I like the outfit otherwise, just switch the yellow for maybe a blue or purple.

Silver Spoon - absolutely adorable no notes!

Derpy - Adorable. The colors seem a touch off, but it kinda vibes with her personality. Unfortunately she commits the penultimate sin of socks and sandals.

[writ-in-violant]

💫 and 🥀 for all!

Ooh, thanks!

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

Vivian's is probably that they were roommates with the Lily -- from the Moloch Street ES -- for like, a year and a half because Vivian needed help with rent and the Lily needed to get his feet back under him after All That. They're still friends but the Lily got married and he and his husband moved in together. Vivian writes plays for his theater sometimes.

For Blake it's probably that he's adopted a teenage girl, Sara, and is excusing it to himself as her being a fantastic spy who feeds him good information. He's definitely not a father. Absolutely not. Particularly notable because, well, the exact same thing happened to him as a kid. So you'd think he'd know that this was functionally an adoption.

My favorite Art fact is probably that his dad was a sailor up on the surface who made up wild tall tales about the monsters he encountered out on the sea. He was also the one who named Art; Artemis, because he'd been listening to stories of the old greek gods and liked the idea of naming his daughter after the huntress, especially as she was pale as the moon. Course, Art didn't end up being a girl, but he liked the name Artemis so much he kept it.

For Celestine, it's that she chose the name she uses as a gentleman-thief/cat-burglar-style burglar entirely to be a joke for herself. She uses "Ciel" which is androgynous and only really gives away that the person using it knows french...but it's also pretty much just her initials, C.L. She thinks she's very funny and in her defense, she hasn't gotten caught yet, meaning it is kind of funny.

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

Vivian tends to have inksmears on their journals, often in interesting colors; they write stream-of-consciousness and often include doodles or turns of phrase they find poetic or compelling. Something like this:

Blake, meanwhile, would be curt and more pragmatic, full of bullet-points and quick notations to keep track of what he's talking about. Bullet journalling doesn't exist yet but Blake would be a fan of its most pared-back form, the thing it was before it became a cutesy aesthetic. Dark journals with no ornamentation.

Art's is less a full journal and more a series of memos, disconnected notes, and tallies he's keeping that are generally labelled very poorly. Things like "context" or "most of the vowels in a word" are unnecessary and make him write slower. He's 90% sure he knows what he was talking about for most of them! It's fine! picture this page but smeared with more dirt, I didn't want to get my notebook too messy:

Celestine would realistically be writing in French, but I do not speak French and so could not pull that off. That said, she tends to use her journal as a way to practice her penmanship -- and also to make sure she has nailed down the stories she's telling about what happened. Her actual life events rarely go into the journal, and if they do, they're always veiled behind other comments.

There's probably a wider range in handwriting styles than I could capture there but alas, I am but one person, with but one type of handwriting and many fancy pen colors. One day I'll actually put OS Nitrogen ink into a pen and then we'll see Vivian's correspondence notes in violant ink.

Feel free to ask me more questions from the ask meme here: https://writ-in-violant.tumblr.com/post/727735080951463936/soft-oc-asks

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EXACTLY THANK U. i worry abt rambling on other ppl's posts so i am So Glad You Agree. unfortunately you have now opened the floodgates, so i am so sorry for this incoming infodump lmao (zero pressure to read, i just love to talk abt michael):

this franchise sometimes seems so eager to give michael a concrete motivation for what he does but if u take his established backstory from the first movie at face value... he doesn't really HAVE a motivation. he was literally some normal kid with a normal family and a normal life, and then one day he murdered his sister, and went totally silent. he's offering no explanation, and there's no clear motive.

(sidebar 1: as much as i enjoy the rob zombie movies for what they are (i have a homemade rz michael mask staring me down as i type this lmao), i really don't like how clear cut rz michael's motives are. his actions kinda feel understandable, to some extent. it doesn't work as well as the uncertainty for me - the fear of the unknown will ALWAYS work in your favour.)

so naturally later on they try to put it down to possession or demonic cults or just good ol fashioned mental illness - but none of it makes a difference, yknow? i think what makes michael scary is that juxtaposition - being a completely normal and unremarkable person on the surface (a child, for that first kill, a tiny little child - and then a boy barely in adulthood) and just... incomprehensibly dark inside. he kills people and he delights in it (he may not speak, but he very clearly has a sense of humour, judging from how he treats his victims and their bodies) and we will NEVER know why, but always wonder.

something something "how many prospective serial killers do you walk past on the street and have no idea?". jason is a big ol zombie man, n chucky is possessing a doll, n bubba wears people's skin 24/7. michael is just some kid in a halloween mask. he blends into a crowd.

(sidebar 2: LOVED how the modern trilogy - 2018/kills/ends - portrayed that kind of anonymity. people being so enamoured with the legend of michael myers that they don't notice him walking past them in the street. his unmasked face being shown on their TVs, yet they're still pointing fingers at innocent men who fit their preconceived idea of who he should be rather than who he is. every shot of him standing there, maskless, just carefully out of focus. it's beautiful. he's literally just some guy and his unremarkability makes him dangerous.)

and despite his silence - the way he looks at laurie when she's ripped his mask off - he looks genuinely shocked. you can see where she managed to hurt him under his mask. all of his pristine inhumanity - all that smooth silicone - rips off and there's this kid with wild eyes and messy hair and blood streaked down his face. or that scene in one of the later movies, where you can see the tears in his eyes and running down his cheeks. it's like you're jolted into the realisation that oh, holy shit, that's a person under there. he's not the boogeyman. he's just some kid. and i fucking love that.

anyway! sorry again for rambling all over ur post lmao. beautiful doodle. thank u for enabling me for a moment and also having good opinions abt michael myers <333

Michelangelo Myers doodle posting

[vargaslovinghours]

Wing whack

[hwangsify]

SKZ HEADCANONS : THEIR IDEAL TYPES !

pairing. skz x gn reader

genre. pure fluff

warnings. food

summary. my interpretation of their ideal types.

word count. 0.7k+

a/n. tried to make this as accurate as possible. keep in mind that this is my interpretation of their ideal types and may not be 100% accurate.

seungmin : bruised knees and infectious laughter. attempts to keep a daily journal but gives up after a week. loves or hates— there is no in between. fluid and easy in everything that they do. lives life unapologetically and without regrets. eyes that crinkle up in the corners whenever they smile. impulsive and slightly thoughtless when it comes to themselves. camera film is brimming with candid snapshots of life in all its ephemerality— a ragged tabby cat curled up on the corner of the sidewalk, a plateful of strawberry waffles, a silhouette of laced fingers in the smoky moonlight.

minho : loose sweatpants and oversized t-shirts. a quiet intensity that can match his own. headstrong but also impossibly soft when it comes to loved ones. holds glass jars of ambitions in their hearts— someone who is not afraid to crave for success. always seems to have an iced americano in their hand. perptually exhausted. apartment is full of messy stacks of papers and half eaten plates of toast. quick to ignite but also quick to forgive. striking eyes that resemble liquid glass. love comes from them in slivers, in a squeeze of a hand on a sunday morning, a steady weight of a head leaning against his shoulder during late night car rides back to the dorms.

hyunjin : bubbly laughter and bright eyes. coconut-scented conditioner. bangs that always fall in their eyes no matter how many times they sweep them away. loves unconditionally— someone who embraces his flaws and scars just as much as his perfections. worn converse sneakers and a ridiculous amount of hairbands around their wrists. quick-witted humor, eyes that never quite lose their childish spark. pinterest boards full of cats. someone who is alive, made of youth and matcha lattes and clover.

felix : notebooks full of absentminded doodles and random ramblings. bakes cakes at 2am just as an excuse for him to come over, insisting that they can't finish the cake by themselves. soft sweater paws and lukewarm mugs of green tea. impulsively takes in stray kittens whenever they come across them on the streets. steaming bowls of galbitang with slivers of green onions sprinkled in left on the kitchen counter for when he comes home. trips to cat cafés together. loves fiercely, not because they need to, but just because they can.

changbin : cheesy pick-up lines and ripped leggings. a dusty assortment of forgotten socks under the foot of their bed. someone who revels in life, adores its rhythm and its cadence. a hopeless romantic, although they'd never admit it. chinese takeout on late sunday nights. lotus biscuits dipped in rose tea. lovesick gazes directed towards him, someone who is not afraid to love him openly— if he'd let them, they'd show him off to the world. spends their thursday afternoons in the kitchen, a plaid apron tied around their waist, attempting to make something edible and failing miserably.

chan : earnest gazes and dancing eyes. burnt pancakes in the morning for breakfast. shares his burdens— steady and reliable in everything that they do. laughter that tastes of moonlight and cinnamon. youtube history is full of café vlogs and study playlists. someone who he can be vulnerable with, who knows that one person can only carry so much weight on their shoulders. quiet mumblings of i love you and did you sleep well? in the mornings. a cup of steaming black coffee left by his desk whenever he leaves for work.

jisung : sticky notes on the kitchen refrigerator with groceries scrawled onto them in bright red sharpie. is quiet around strangers but blooms around those they're comfortable with. perceives him easily, can read his mood at one glance. despises small talk and shares his adoration for cheesecake. someone who can match his own brilliance— who can push him to go higher, to his limits and beyond. late nights at the recording studio spent working through 3 cartons of fried chicken.

jeongin : puts their hand over their mouth whenever they laugh. plastic cups of lychee bubble tea by their window sill. eyes that curve into crescent moons whenever they smile. shy demeanor despite their loud laughter. collarbone kisses and tired hugs. a worrisome amount of microwavable udon noodle packages in their kitchen pantry. strawberry picking in the middle of march, random little gifts left by the doorway of his apartment. someone whose smile is as wide as their heart, who loves easily.

[8bitscarlet]

Witchcraft

Summary: You've found yourself falling deeper into a certain witch's spell. But no matter how strong the magic is, it seems that the two of you just keep missing each other.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Angst/Fluff (minor cussing)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This is a fic for @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest writing exchange. This one is for @mrsromanoff and the prompt: "I can't keep kissing strangers and thinking they're you." Hope you like it!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours.*

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You never thought your three month assignment with the Avengers would've extended as long as it has. Missions went by with minimal injuries and maximum wins. You found yourself settling well into the chaos of the compound; the echoing boasts of Thor, the competitive edge of Danvers and the snark between Romanoff and Stark. When your three months were up, it wasn't a surprise to anyone that you immediately signed the contract from Stark, an official placement on the team.

Despite all of the alien blasters, Hydra experiments and Tony's benefit parties, nothing could've prepared you for a single person to rock your world. It started innocently enough; stolen glances at meals and ensuring you two were on the same mission team. As time continued, things turned less innocent; sneaking off during charity balls to suck face in the broom closet, you could recall a few times you were nearly caught in the back of the Quinjet. There was something about this woman. The way her fingers slithered through your hair, how those green eyes made your heart say yes, she stripped you bare.

You had convinced yourself it was witchcraft. It had to be.

Sitting with your cheek pressed against your fist, you find yourself doodling as Steve drones on in the background. Someone nudges you and as you turn, Wanda raises her brows when your eyes connect. With a groan, you raise the pen in your hand. Steve notices, stopping his spiel to look at you with a clenched jaw.

"With all due respect, Cap, we all got in at four this morning. Do we need a recap of the mission right now?"

Steve sighs, glancing at everyone and seeing them agreeing with you. You all had barely had time to unpack, let alone write your after action reports.

"Alright, Y/N. We'll go over how your pants tore mid-fight on Monday."

You point your pen at him, warning him as you watch his stupid smile fill his face. Bucky slaps your shoulders in gratitude, picking up Alpine onto his shoulders as he strides out to find Sam. Wanda's fingers gently brush yours as you walk side by side, sending an electric charge through your body.

"You know, when someone says 'with all due respect,' they really mean, 'kiss my ass'." Wanda glances at you with a sly smile.

Walking backwards towards the couch, you outstretch your arms with a grin, "Because that's what I meant, darling."

Chuckling, you roll over the back of the couch and plop down onto the cushions, your head landing perfectly on a pillow. Wanda lets out a scoff, knowing how many times it's taken you to actually land on the cushion and not the floor.

Flipping through the pages of her book, you watch her through half-closed eyes. A year ago you'd be asking what she was reading. A year ago, she'd curl up with you and explain it all. A year ago, you didn't have guilt eating at you.

Things a year ago were more than good between you. There might have even been a chance beyond friends with benefits. You knew you wanted that. Every time you looked at her, you couldn't stop your pounding heart or the warmth that grew in your stomach.

But you were stupid.

Chickening out every chance you had to ask her on an actual date rather than sneaking around to make her moan. You both had set ground rules, no strings attached. If it got too messy, you both had to call it quits. So, you convinced yourself it was better to quietly love her and keep her, than to tell the truth and lose her.

That was before the year long mission with Carol and Bucky. Before you realized how big of a mistake it was two months in. Before every day texts and video chats diminished to every other week, then every other month. Before you got back to the compound and saw her kissing up on some random benefactor at the Welcome Home Party. It was definitely before she started dating that walking toaster, Vision.

Luckily, he hadn't been around much the past month so watching them kiss and stare into each other's eyes was doable, mostly because you turned whenever you saw that stupid spark plug.

Four months since coming home, you've tried to fill the void the witch had created in your body, your soul. You went out with Carol and Bucky, prowling the town and the bar. Matching shot for shot some nights, waking up in random apartments other nights. Eventually Bucky did what you never did.

He asked Sam on a date and that left you and Carol. Until she started hooking up with Maria and dragged her along so you wouldn't be hitting the bars alone. You had made yourself a pity case.

"Do you need something?" Wanda cocks a brow at you, making a face at your prolonged staring.

You clear your throat, feeling the heat rush through your face, "You look a little sunburnt."

With a shrug and a chuckle, Wanda bookmarks her page as she places it down on the coffee table. Standing, she sits down on the couch, your body automatically scooting over to accommodate her. Holding out her red and glowing hand, you watch her pull off her rings, displaying the radiating tan lines running up and down her fingers. A laugh escapes you as you feel her hand slap against your chest.

"I didn't have anyone to put sunscreen on me!" She groans, "It burns!"

You guide your finger gently down her exposed arm, pressing in slightly to her warm skin. As you lift, you see the true color of her skin before it's bombarded with the glowing red of her burn. Glancing up, her green eyes watch you carefully, both of you not acknowledging the weight of her hand still on your chest.

"An aloe vera massage would do wonders," You whisper, "And I'm all out."

With a roll of her eyes, she leans back into your legs, "You really are a pain in my ass, y'know? When I tell people about you, that's the first thing I say."

Watching her float the remote to her awaiting hand, you grin, "Oho, so you're telling people about me, huh?"

"Please, check the ego there."

For the next moment, the two of you sit peacefully in each other's silence. Wanda was one who clung to those she trusted. When you came back, it was like she had superglued herself to you any time you walked into the room. It didn't help that you were still madly in love and she was taken.

Right now though, you watch her delicate fingers play with yours. Her eyes squinting with laughter as she watches her sitcoms, glancing to see if you're laughing as well.

A commercial echoes through the living room and Wanda lets out a sigh for attention, patting your thigh as she drops your hand. You don't move it as it lands atop her thigh, only gently stroke your thumb against the silky skin you wish could press against yours. Letting out a noise that you're both awake and paying attention to her, she glances over at you.

"Since you got Captain America to actually give us a free weekend, what's your plan tonight, casanova?"

You shrug, "I have early training with Bucky and-."

Wanda moves her whole body to face you, your hand slipping from her thigh as confusion spreads across her face. She lets out an unbelieving scoff,

"You're joking. You used to show up half drunk to training and still kick ass."

She's watching you carefully and you try to keep a neutral look on your face, she knows all of your quirks. Glancing up at her with a small grin, you pull your legs into you. Shifting yourself, you sit properly on the couch and run your hands through your hair.

"Just don't want to go out tonight. It's boring." You chuckle, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

Wanda rolls her eyes, "Why, no one catches your eye anymore?"

Another playful nudge and you sigh. All this playful teasing, these light touches. She has to know what she's doing.

Trying to keep a steady and nonchalant shrug, you shake your head,

"No one out there."

And you might've gotten away with it. Instead, you fell into the magnetic pull of those green eyes that cause you so much trouble. As your eyes land on hers, you can see the dilation within her pupils. Then the realization across her face. Her playful grin falls as she stares at you, blinking slowly.

"Y/N," She says slowly, "If you're doing what I think-."

You stand up quickly, your feet taking you to the other end of the coffee table. In two days you'll be gone and you'll be back in the place you hate being in right now. Placing your hands on your waist, you look up from your tapping foot.

"Wanda, I can't keep kissing strangers and thinking they're you."

Silence meets your face. You watch her as she slowly nods at you, "That's exactly what you're doing."

Groaning, she slides her fingers through her hair, pinning it from her face. Wanda lets out a careful breath before looking up at you, "What happened to no strings?"

Slapping your hands against your thighs in frustration, you let out a scornful chuckle, "Come on, Wanda. You know those rules were bullshit! No strings means not going on exclusive trips to museums and restaurants!" You watch her eyes flicker around the room, trying to find a way to disprove what you're saying. "It means not staying up all night when the other is sick!"

Wanda stands up quickly and you can see the look on her face, she knows what you're getting to. Waving her hand to get you to shut up, she tries to get to the stairs but your words blurt from your mouth,

"It means not falling in love!"

Her feet stop carrying her towards the stairs, her body frozen in the middle of the compound. Carefully, you step towards her, leaning ever so slightly to try and catch her eyes. They're glazed over from your confession, trying to understand the implications.

"I left. I..." You suck in a shaky breath, "I thought it would be easier if I wasn't here. You were so adamant about no strings, Wands. I broke the only rule, why would I stay?"

Her head jerks back at your words, her brows furrowing deeply down her face. Without another second to keep talking, Wanda's feet pivot as she shoots a finger into your face. You jerk away from her advance, seeing the growing mist within her eyes as she shouts,

"That's why you left?"

The crack in her voice sends one through your heart.

She turns quickly, her hands violently wiping at the tears that have broken free. You clench your brows. She's angry at you? You're the one who's had to watch her prance around with Vision, you just a memory of romance. Just before she can grab her bag and leave, you call out,

"Well, you seem to have fared better than me!"

As the words leave your lips, you bite down hard and shut your eyes. A surprised choke exits Wanda's throat as she throws her purse back onto the side table, knocking over the decorative bowl of rocks. They scatter across the ground but she doesn't notice, all of her rage is pointing at you. Her fingers run violently through her auburn hair, looking like she wants to rip it out.

"You are infuriating!" She jabs a fingers at you, "Why think that?! Because I'm dating Vision? He's filling a void, dumbass!"

Her words stab into you as her stomps draw nearer, you can feel the heat of her anger. She's not done, she's not letting you off easy.

"Every time he touches me, every time he kisses me. God, Y/N! All I can see is your dumb face."

Wanda's heavy breath washes over you as she finally stops her assault, so close you can see the blue in her green eyes. Her body radiates out to you and you have to force your hands into your pocket to not grab her and kiss her. Your eyes dip to her lips but you see sadness that has quickly replaced the facade of anger. Making a small fist, she slams it into your chest as her head bows. Her arm slides down your body, hanging limply at her side as she looks to you.

"Why didn't you talk to me?"

Wanda's fingers twitch forward, wanting to grab onto you. You sigh, taking your hands from your pockets and resting them on your waist. Your confession was supposed to be more romantic than this. Instead, you brought up issues you both were trying to ignore. You were angry now at yourself, taking it all out on the person you loved. You'd spent too long with all of this pent up emotion though, and it was all pouring out in waves.

"I have to finish my requisition forms. Get my gear ready."

You don't have to look up to know what face Wanda is making at you. It's the same face she had when you left the first time. The way her brows clenched together in disbelief, the pain behind her reddened eyes that threatened to spill more tears, how her chin trembled as she tried to breathe.

Her voice barely passes a whisper but standing so close, you hear every broken syllable, "You're leaving again."

You sigh, rubbing your throbbing temples as you feel your nose stuff up.

"You drop all of that on me and you're just going to turn around and leave?"

Shaking your head, you want this conversation to end. It's obvious where she is and it's not next to you.

"Don't you have a date or something?" You ask.

Wanda's been around you too long to not see exactly what you're doing. She lets out a chuckle, a lethal look in her eyes.

"No, you're right. And that date seems a hell of a lot better than this." Without another word, she snatches her purse from the table and starts to climb the stairs, leaving your feet frozen. Just as she reaches the middle of the staircase, she stops. You can feel her stare burning into you and as you look her way, you wish you hadn't.

"You're a coward."

Those words burn into your brain, rising through your ears and torture you for the rest of the day. The only thing you could think to do was slam your fists into the closest thing. The punching bags. People came and went, eyeing you try and punch away your frustrations to no avail. When the sun finally had sunk below the horizon, one Avenger had enough of your pity party.

"You know she's right." A voice comes from behind you.

You don't respond to them, just dodge the swaying bag. They walk into the room, stopping just inside of your peripheral.

"You're an idiot, you know."

With a chuckle, you sidestep the bag, "You need to be a little more specific."

"You're losing her again."

Another punch, "Uh huh."

Carol sighs next to you, "And you sent her away on her date."

"Yup."

She steps in front of the bag, stopping its movement and stares at you with determination in her eyes, "And you're not going after her?"

Avoiding her stare, you start to unwrap your hands, wiping at the sweat that pours down your face. Stopping, you can feel the cramp in your side and the throbbing of your knuckles. Chucking the wrap, you let out a shrug,

"Is there a point?"

Carol shoves the bag into you, grabbing your attention, "I am not going on another mission with you while you sulk. Do you know you talk in your sleep? Yeah. Guess what name I heard that whole year?"

You shake you head, licking your chapped lips as you search for water, "She didn't say it back."

You hear an exasperated chuckle from Carol, "Y'know Y/N, I'm going to go on a limb and say she wasn't expecting all of that to be thrown in her face."

Shooting her a glare, she keeps talking, "I'm saying this once. If you think this is going to be some cheesy Rom-Com where she bursts through those doors and confesses her love, you're more of an idiot than I thought." A finger jabs hard into your chest as you grimace, "You need to fix this."

Carol leaves you there with your head filled with more thoughts than before. Wanda was happy with Vision wasn't she? She hadn't talked about him much but you knew she had to be. Who were you to go and screw that up?

Night turned into morning and after staring up at your ceiling, you knew you weren't getting any sleep.

Sneaking down the stairs, you see everyone is still asleep. You take the opportunity to sit in more silence and wait for the coffee machine to finish steaming. The sun was just beginning to shine its red hues into the kitchen as you stood at the counter, twirling your empty mug. Lost in thought, you failed to hear the padding of feet coming down the stairs.

"I thought you had early training."

With a quiet chuckle, you lean into the counter, "You caught me."

In silence, you watch the witch pour in her coffee. The same amount of creamer and sugar every time, the same motions every morning since you've noticed her. Turning, she sees your mindless fingers twisting and turning your empty mug. Wanda raises her brows and holds out her hand,

"Refill?"

You hand over the mug and watch her work her magic on the black liquid, turning it into the caramel drink you love. Breathing in deeply, you watch the bubbles swirl around the liquid. You furrow your brows,

"I can never make mine taste-."

"We broke up."

Her words slam into you, your breath catching inside of your throat. Looking up, Wanda stands there in the middle of the kitchen, unsure if she had truly spoken or not. She looks up at you, her mouth closing as she realizes she doesn't know what she's doing.

"What? Wands, are you okay?" You start to stand to go and comfort her, you know they had a date yesterday. Did the son of a microwave hurt her?

Wanda's hand rises, stopping you in your tracks before she takes a quiet breath, "We broke up almost a month ago, Y/N."

Nodding at your obliviousness, you knock your knuckles against the counter as you press your lips into a thin line, "We're both liars then."

"Tell me you lied about the mission," She whispers, leaning into the counter. Her fingers laying gently across yours.

Your chest constricts as you sigh, "I didn't."

You watch her sullen nod, curling hair falling out of her messy bun as you gently graze your thumb across her knuckles. She quietly chuckles,

"We just missed each other."

Stopping your thumb, you clench your jaw. This isn't going to happen again.

"Wanda," You whisper, listening to the sad hum she gives you as she glances up with bloodshot eyes, "I'm sorry. I was scared and... I was an idiot."

Wanda pats your hand with a loud sniff, "I appreciate it, but-."

She doesn't continue. She doesn't want to believe that you're leaving. The love you feel wouldn't be strong enough to survive that time apart again. There's broken support beams and one thing will send it falling down. A far away mission isn't the nurturing this budding feeling needs.

Wanda tries her best to flash you a grin, "Let me teach you how to make coffee."

Before she can turn, you grab her hand quickly, "I'd prefer if you made it."

As you walk around the counter, you gently rest a hand on her waist, watching her carefully. Her handgrips your arm tightly, words stuttering from her lips as she tries to remind you that she's not going. You're leaving her again.

Without hesitation, you press your lips against hers, feeling her breath wash over you in a sigh. You pull her in tighter, leaning your head back to speak,

"Sam's going stir crazy. He can have it."

A smile tugs at your lips as you see her furrowed brows on her face, you place a kiss at the center of the wrinkles, pulling back to see the scrunching of her nose. A scrunch just for you.

"Wanda Maximoff. I love you. And I'm not losing you twice."

Without warning, her lips smash against your as she wraps her arms around your shoulders as you hoist her up. Wanda's legs wrap around you as both of you are smiling so wide that you can't kiss properly. Feeling her cold hands press gently against your face, you look into those green eyes that complete you life.

"I love you." Wanda whispers as her witchcraft wraps around you once more.

[agape-bakery]

Hi ! I love your blog and your idea to make a bakery is just awesome ^-^ anyway how are you ? I hope you have a good day :) I'm here to request a female mc who love drawing. And i wonder if you can make brothers react to mc who draw them when they're sleeping, eating or i don't know like you want. If you can of vourse it's not an obligation :3

I wish you a good day \(^-^)/

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Thank you so much! I really enjoy the location-themed blogs here like Cafes and such so I'm happy you think the same! I'm doing good! And also, YESS!! I love Artist MCs/Y/Ns because I'm an artist myself! I hope you enjoy these!

The Brothers with an F! MC who draws

Lucifer

He already knew you love to draw and didn't mind that, at least that's one good hobby someone has on his list compared to gambling and parties

If there is something Lucifer appreciates about humans, it's their art and cultures, he might take you to art museums for inspiration and have a date in a cafe and talk to you about the paintings you both saw

If art museums are not your thing, he would be a little disappointed but then again, some artists like more modern artworks and some that are shown online so he understands

And frankly, having you draw him makes him immensely proud of himself for having a talented girlfriend like you, he doesn't ask that you draw him but he secretly wants to

Lucifer occasionally buys art supplies for you but only if you've been good

"So you joined Mammon on going to the casino to draw the people there?"

"Pretty much...."

"Hmm.. I guess you aren't going to get some Copics from me anytime soon."

"WHAT-"

Lucifer is also observant and knows when and who you're drawing immediately

"I can see you staring at me."

His eyes looked up at yours as you looked away, pencil in hand.

"No, I'm not."

He's seen you glance at him several times before looking down at your sketchbook.

It was breakfast and you were sat between a sleeping Belphie and a distracted Beel so you took the time to draw the eldest when no one's looking.

Lucifer hummed and told Beel not to eat so messily as you continued to draw him.

Lucifer has seen many sketches of him and the brothers and when you give him some as a gift, he keeps it well-protected somewhere that Mammon can't steal in his bedroom.

Mammon

He absolutely cherishes every drawing you have, the boy keeps a doodle of him and you as a good luck charm too <3

He might ask that you do commissions and he gets some of it (for giving the idea and managing the commissions-) but one glare and he'll shut up with a nervous chuckle and an "H-hey! It's just a joke!"

When Mammon sees you staring at some art supplies, he checks it again when he's alone and dies inside because of the price and buys it immediately, he doesn't care if he loses a lot of money only a little bit, all he wants is to see your face when he gives it to you

"You better be grateful that The Great Mammon even thought of giving this to you!... Do-don't look at me like that! It was on sale!!"

While Mammon was napping on his couch, you hastily opened your sketchbook and started sketching him and the boy never realized

By the time he woke up, you were already finished doing 5 sketches of him and taking pictures of him for reference

"Oi! What are you doing? Gimme that!"

His heart completely melts because??? you drew him so good??? his girlfriend drew him???? for free??? and out of love????

He also draws you but it's just a stickman with a messy face but you still love it all the same

Leviathan

Finally...another Artist...AND HIS GIRLFRIEND NO LESS!!

He's so happy and giddy to show off his art supplies but he's hesitant when it comes to showing off his art because he thinks it's horrible compared to yours

You encourage him and usually learn together with him whenever he feels awful about his art

He's the Avatar of Envy so there are many times where he's compared himself to other artists so you had to be there to keep him grounded

Art Date, anyone??

It doesn't matter whether you buy art supplies or just take a break from school, it was always nice being around Leviathan

You took the chance to draw him while he was across from you and excitedly showed it to him

He had drawn himself (albeit, in a persona) in many games and animes but your drawing was more special than anything he's ever done

He looked away, avoiding eye contact as he gave you his own drawing which was you in your favorite video game

From now on, whenever the both of you wanted to give small gifts, you draw each other!! <3

Satan

A demon who enjoys impressionism art, there's something about the dreamy landscapes and colors that really makes him calm aside from reading

I think he would paint for a change of pace but gets frustrated because of how difficult it is so he goes back to reading

So watching you draw makes him impressed, drawing takes so much time to master

He doesn't mind whatever art style you have, aside from the impressionism style, he would have yours as his favorite

He understands the pain of art block so he often invites you in his room, one where the others wouldn't bother you, just don't touch anything or else you'll turn into some random animal for a few hours

He also encourages that you read with him when you're uninspired! Reading helps the imagination and the mind, and he'd be happy to recommend some for you!

You trust him with your sketchbooks and he trusts you with his books! The both of you knew the other wouldn't do anything which is why he only lets you inside his room

While Satan makes a drink for you, humming an old song in his DDD, you drew him in overalls and glasses

When you were bored, you would always draw your boyfriend in random outfits and would often show it to him (which he all loves)

"Overalls and Glasses, huh? I might wear it tomorrow." Satan grins, peeking at your sketchbook as he puts down the drinks.

Don't get your hopes too high, he isn't going to wear a maid outfit........yet-

Asmodeus

Oh? You draw? Wellll, if you need a model, he's happy to be your own personal model, but it comes with a price ;)

He loves that you draw! And would ask you to draw him

There's many artworks he likes but yours he enjoys the most, even if you aren't his girlfriend

Might ask you if you can design outfits and draw him in certain outfits so he can try them out!

Of course, drawing is not an easy feat so he'll pay you handsomely~

If you do commissions, he gets one just so he can support you

He knows that art doesn't pay much yet it is so overlooked by others

"Everywhere is art, darling, I'm surprised some humans don't know that! Of course, I'm the most beautiful art there is but I'll have you as second~"

He might blush if you draw him without him asking, he think he's desirable enough to draw without a price! After hearing that you just love him might make him blush harder! Aww, you!

He'll give you several pecks as he laughs after seeing your drawing of him! One where he was posing in one of the photos you had of him during your dates

Anatomy is hard so if you want a nude model, he'll volunteer on the spot, sure he has thoughts but if you're fully intent on getting better, he's happy to help!

Beelzebub

He's not the type to focus on art so he doesn't understand it much, that doesn't mean he isn't impressed though!

He has heard of Food Art and Food Illustrations though...Based by the Arty Event, he seems to be good at drawing food! He wanted to try it more but Lucifer forbid him in case he would eat the paper and get chemical poisoning or something-

However, if you could also draw food, he would be so delighted!!! He won't eat it, he promises!

It's fine if you don't, though, he expects that you might not understand working out and sports like he doesn't understand art

Might be clueless if ever you feel bad about your drawings, he thinks it looks really good! But upon hearing how frustrated you are, he would give you hugs to comfort you!

While Beel is a oblivious sweetheart, he fully supports your hobbies and would invite you to diners and restaurants so you can draw while he eats! He might even join you while he's eating

As he eats a huge cheeseburger, you drew him, smiling at how happy he looked

When you gave it to him, he told you how spot on you drew him when he eats and keeps it around him, he avoids it getting dirty at any cost

Belphie suggested that gets a photo frame so he bought one! Now your drawing of him lays on his bedrest safely~

Belphegor

He used to love art as much as Satan and Lucifer does but he doesn't anymore, not until you showed him your drawings

You rekindled a small flame in him that he never thought would come back

He doesn't draw because it's way too much work but he enjoys hearing you draw, the sound the pencil makes when it moves around the paper, and the smell of lead and paper makes him sleepy

He secretly likes those papers that have a nice smell in them so you buy some whenever you go out to get some art supplies

"That's way too many sketchbooks, MC."

"Nothing is way too much-"

Because he always sleeps around you, he doesn't entirely realize that you have a bunch of drawings of him in your sketchbook

It makes him warm when he sees your drawings of him

He wishes he could do more to support you even if you tell him he doesn't have to so like Beel, he keeps your drawings near his bed and looks at it before he sleeps

[im-a-big-mess]

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Summary: You and Seonghwa unfortunately must part ways, but Seonghwa is determined to make sure you don't forget them!

Bsf!Seonghwa x Bsf!gn!reader

Angst,some fluff if you stare long enough!

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A/n: hi! I hope you guys like this story! There isn't really anything bad that will happen, mainly just kinda sad I suppose? Please forgive me I'm not the best at this-

Mentions of other members, non-idol au!

W/c:

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To say you were upset was an understatement.

Your parents had decided, without your consent, that you would be moving to America.

They wouldn't even give you a reason.

You pulled your phone out, tired eyes catching on the photo you have as your lock screen.

There, surrounded in silly stickers and doodles that you and the boys had done yourself, stood a group of nine.

You stood in the middle, a big, cheesy smile on your lips as you held up two peace signs, one close to your eye, the other held behind the pink head of your best friend.

You unlocked your phone, seeing your home screen now, tears gathering in your eyes.

It was a picture of you ans your best friend.

Park Seonghwa.

You wiped your cheeks clean before going into your contacts and clicking on the boys name, which you had marked as 'momma Hwa'.

His gruff, tired voice finally came over the speaker, making the tears well in your eyes once more.

"Hello?"

"Hey beautiful.." You mumbled softly in turn, always one to remind the male of just how beautiful he was.

"What's got you calling so early this morning (y/n)? Did you have a nightmare?" He always cared so much.

"No no, I was...just wondering if you would like to hang out with me today? Like, all day, just us and the boys if you want.." You picked at a loose string on your pajama pants as you spoke, voice low, so as to not hurt your still tired friends ears.

"Sure, but why? If you don't mind me asking." His voice was quiet and caring, he knew something was wrong, he always did.

"Yeah," You sighed, leaning against the headboard of your bed. "I just...I have something to tell you is all, it's really important and time is..not on my side."

Before he could say anything about your vague answer, you told him to meet you at the park, at your spot under the cherry tree, at three o'clock.

You hit the red button on the screen and ran your fingers through your messy hair, letting out a heavy sigh and looking around at all of the boxes piled high in your room, your room filled with so many memories, good and bad.

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When the time finally came to meet Seonghwa and the boys, you could feel your heart drop.

You didn't wanna leave them, they were your family.

You messed around with some of the petals that lay scattered on the ground, the springs cool wind swaying your hair and plucking the petals from your fingers as it sang past your ears.

The park was filled with couples and families, all mingling around to admire the beautiful Sakura trees that surrounded the park.

You smiled.

It was so peaceful here, why would your parents ever want to go to America?

"Hey! I'm sorry I'm late! None of the other guys were able to make it, so its just me and you!" You turned to see the male approaching, hair the same shade of soft pink as the petals all around you.

You didn't smile back at him.

Seonghwa's face fell.

"(Y/n)? What's wrong? Why are you so down today?" He asked softly, taking your cheek into his warm palm, the warmth of his body and his gaze helping you relax some, but the tears started welling up as you tried to keep the small pieces of yourself together.

"Hwa..." You whispered out, meeting his worried eyes as the tears spilled over your waterline, kissing your cheeks and leaving a burning trail in their wake. "My parents...they're moving us.." You sniffled, nudging your face gently further into his comforting embrace. "I'm gonna be shipped off to America, mom and dad won't give me a reason, they just said we have to do it..."

It was his turn to tear up.

Seonghwa quickly pulled you into a tight embrace, knowing there was absolutely nothing he could do to keep you here.

But he would be damned if he was gonna let your last few days be sad and lonely.

"C'mon." He demanded, taking your hand and tugging you from the park and down the sidewalk to the cafe that Wooyoung and Mingi worked at.

"I'm gonna make this the best day you've ever had, the other boys can make it up to you with a get together or something later on." Seonghwa turned and gave you a big smile, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "Today, today is our day. And I plan to make it one you'll never forget!"

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You looked up at the stars, Seonghwa's hand still in yours since when he had grabbed it earlier in the day.

The day was full of fun and laughter and remembrance of times when you were both younger.

Seonghwa took you to all of your favorite places and ended the day off right back at your spot underneath the cherry tree, never letting go of your hand.

He wouldn't admit it, but he was scared that if he let go, you would dissappear faster than you already were.

He didn't want to lose his bestfriend, but he knew he didn't have any say in the matter.

If he did, you wouldn't be being stolen right from between his fingers.

You lightly squeezed his hand to gain his attention.

"Yeah (y/n)?" He muttered softly, looking deeply into your eyes.

Seonghwa always thought he could see galaxies in your eyes, or perhaps gems.

It was beautiful to him.

His bestfriend was so, very beautiful to him.

You gave him a big smile, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles as you started to play with his fingers.

You always did this when you were shy or nervous.

"Thank you for today Hwa, I really appreciate it." You smiled, tilting your head slightly to the side as your eyes squished up from your cheeks.

He frowned slightly, gripping your hand and turning his entire body towards you.

"(Y/n)?" He spoke, his voice shaky as tears welled in his eyes. "You won't forget us, me, will you?"

Seonghwa swallowed thickly, awaiting your response almost impatiently.

You smiled, bringing his hand to your face so that it could cup your cold cheek again.

"Hwa? Do you remember what I told you, back in middle school when you thought your parents were gonna move to Ilsan?" He nodded slowly, his voice no higher than a whisper, despite not a soul lingering in the park around them.

"Should the day ever come where we are not together, you will continue to shine like gold in my memories.." He recited to you softly.

You nodded, a small, sad, smile still on your face. "Thats right, and I plan to stick to that. I could never forget you beautiful, and no matter what, time difference or not, I'll be calling you every chance that I can get."

You squeezed his hand again as his tears slipped down his soft cheeks.

You wiped them away with your thumb.

"Promise me? Promise me that you'll keep in contact? That you'll try and come to visit as often as possible too?" He mumbled weakly, pulling you so close to his body that you could feel his heart beating against yours.

You nodded, tears of your own once again falling as you gripped onto the back of his soft, deep purple sweater. "I promise Park Seonghwa, on my life."

The older male pulled away slightly, looking down at the person who he loved the most in the world, more than his family, more than his friends.

But he realized just how much he loved you too late..

[fakeloveaskblog]

Ooh, ghost cookies! *takes one, remembers manners, proceeds to be too awkward to actually ask for it and so silently puts it back* I'm glad you're okay. Now do talk to us about your crushes Remus, gush!

"Oh please. Take as many cookies as you'd like. You best believe that if you don't leave here feeling full and satisfied it will feel like you've slapped me in my beautiful face with my beautifully manicured sword!" Rowan exclaimed while Remus nodded along.

"I'll shove the sword down your throat if you don't shove those cookies down" He half joked.

Rowan poked at his paper "Are you gonna talk about your crushes or are you just gonna draw them like a shy little loser"

"Don't touch my paper! I'll gnaw your toes off in your sleep!"

She continued poking the paper while smiling at him. He bit the air while making gnawing noises in return.

He looked down at the paper where he'd doodled some sideway looks of his crushes' heads. A small smile played on his lips as his cheeks went just a bit red.

"I just think it's nice how whenever I blurt out some over the top murder idea or anything like that Janus always adds onto an even more extra idea. And I know Remy dislikes horror movies and gore and animal biology, they've told me that a lot, but they're still willing to watch nature documentaries and old school horror films with me- as long as I pay for their starbucks heh"

"Ah yes. The good old extortion technique. Very familiar with that" Rowan nodded along.

"Yeah! But they! They just! I! Sometimes when it's just me and Remy I'll look over to them and catch them like glancing at me! And they just! Sometimes during those moments they just! They will smile or just look at me and- and I just know they only smile like that at very very few special people and it just makes me feel so!!! Like a bunch of maggots will burst out of my bones! The look in their eyes is just!!! It makes me wanna uhm ehm maybe uh throw a live heart at them or something! I can't explain it!"

"I get you dukey!! It's the special soft gay eyes!!"

"Exactly!!!"

"I swear a butch will give me a one of those looks and I am already ready to buy a cat with her!"

"But you're allergic to cats!"

"E X A C T L Y!"

Remus scribbled around with the pen, really just drawing random shapes to stim while continuing "And uh Janus he uh my intrusive thoughts still get really bad like all the time especially when I have panic attacks and stuff like that but he's always so calm and ready to help. Even before I told them I'm prone to freak out like some braindead goose! They don't even think my reasons for freaking out are stupid! Ever! He just- he's just ready to help me! Willingly!!! Like he cares about me or something!!! Like some dumb slut!!!"

"Aww. I think he seems like a nice slut"

The scribbling went over into him full on just stabbing the paper with the pencil, leaving sharp dots of black on the paper "And they're both so pretty!! I'm uh I'm afraid of cuddling with them but I- I do daydream about it. Sometimes it feels like my eyes will melt out of my skull when I look at Jannie. Because y'know. It's a joke about how they're hot okay. They're all soft and perfect to cuddle as well! And warm!!!"

Rowan nodded along even harder now "I getya! It's the same with me and tiddies! Nothing beats tiddy pillows! Except maybe thigh pillows depending on how cozy the bed is"

"Yeah!!! Tit pillow! Oh if only my brain wasn't made up of a bunch neurotic little rats constantly having a crisis, I could be having the best sleep ever. And uh Remy just looks so perfect all the time. Even when I've seen them all messy right after waking up they still look so gorgeous and glimmering and uh perfect. No matter what they're wearing. They're just- they're just like that???? I guess??? Maybe the sold their soul to the devil who knows"

"They definitely did. I can sense it"

He let out a long sigh "Would be nice if they didn't have a boyfriend. But oh well Virgil seems to be a good boyfriend so I can't take Remy from him"

"You can murder him" Rowan suggested immediately.

"I can't!!! He's a good one!!! though i have made up 13 murder plans for him so far. But I'm not going through with them!!! Because he's good!!!"

"WHat else are you supposed to do with a boyfriend if not kill them???? Or husbands for that matter???"

"Not all of us are lesbians RoRo!!"

"Not yet!"

She laughed at her own joke. Remus grimaced a bit. Not at the joke. He was just thinking.

Remus looked over to her. His voice went a bit quieter "Do...Do you think they find me pretty?" He had that look in his eyes so she knew exactly what he was Really talking about "They're both gay"

"Come on dukey. You know how many pre-e trans women I've found pretty. Jan and Remy are good eggs I'm sure they find you- well they probably think you're a bit of a gremlin- but a pretty one! We have the same face after all so they must think you're quite gorgeous"

"...I hope so.." He bonked his forehead against the table "It's just so frustrating. They're both so different from Os. Obviously since they're all different people and not like a hivemind. But I still expect them to act just like him! All the time! Whatever we're doing! Not- not that he was bad or whatever you think!!! Just that...Ugh you know!!! I just wish my brain would like calm the fuck down"

"Isn't that what the meds are there to do?" She asked with a half smile, just to annoy him.

"My brain is still a pack of nervous rats RoRo!! I just wanna not be nervous around my crushes. Or I mean be nervous in the normal gross lovey dovey way! Not the rat way!!!" He pouted "I wanna be with them even if I get anxious....Be with them....." His eyes went huge "RORO IT'S HALLOWEEN TODAY! IT'S THE FUCKING HALLOWEEN PARTY! HOLY SHIT WHAT'S THE TIME??? WE GOTTA GET READY!"

"We're going? I thought maybe you didn't wanna go right after having a psychotic episode. There's gonna be a lot of drunk and high people there y'know"

Remus had gotten up from his seat and was looking around the room like a stressed out chipmunk who had forgotten where it had put all of it's food.

"It's halloween!!!" He exclaimed "I'm not gonna let some brain rats ruin the bestest time of the year okay! I achieve my maximal amount of power on halloween!! I can do this! I can function! I will not die! And Jan and Remy will be there so I gotta be there too!"

Rowan clasped her hands together and stood up "Okay then. Lucky for the party goers since if I wasn't there the whole party would have been much more ugly. Literally" She poked his shoulder "Though you have to promise you will tell me if you start feeling panicky. Even just a little. I am not letting you have a panic attack at the gay bar you freaking onka stompa"

He sighed "I promise" He was vibrating from excitement "Now get the costumes!!"

"Only if you help me on with my corset!"

"Only if you help me on with my binder!!"

[cobaltluvie]

i have SO many ideas I'm just gonna

sebastian placing a hand on samra's shoulder in a show of support and signal to calm down when she's mad

samra giving sebastian an across-the-shoulder hug all cute and happy for once

austin ruffling a miserable sebastian's hair just to make him feel something (annoyance) else for a while

tammie teasingly pulling sebastian into a headlock

an exhausted samra and sebastian leaning against each other's backs in the middle of a battle (?) to catch their breaths

sebastian gleefully putting his feet in samra's lap, who's about five seconds away from breaking his toes (but she tolerates it anyways, much to everybody's bewilderment- but when felix tries the same schtick some time later, she doesn't hesitate to drop-kick him)

samra's head in austin's lap, who's trying very hard to not look too happy

samra making a show of having to lean down to pet felix's head and unintentionally removing herself from the list of people allowed dinner that night *height difference shenanigans*

a👏 happy👏 and👏 excited👏 samra👏 running👏 over👏 and👏 ambushing👏 austin👏 with👏 a👏 hug👏

tamsen crushing samra into a hug after weeks of being seperated

danial pulling sydney into his lap in front of everyone *gasp* bc the meathead thought it would cheer her up

sydney surprising an annoyed valerie with a cheek kiss for a selfie

samra giving austin a soft kiss on his forehead when he can't seem to stop crying *sprinkles sad comforting vibes*

gemma brushing messy hair out of a disgruntled samra's face

samra fixing austin's collar in typical old married couple fashion

sebastian finding austin's dad's cuff links that were lost and fixing them onto a frazzled austin's sleeves

samra being mercilessly teased by danial for her shirt tag

sebastian offering to tie samra's shoes when she's overwhelmed by everything in her arms (and then grumbling the whole time he does it)

sebastian heroically carrying a half-dead valerie home and then struggling at the end with her knee-length cowgirl boots (why did she ever think accepting a dare from tammie was a good idea?)

i'm geniosTM i tied in two points together

just samra and austin (sometimes going to ridiculous lengths trying to do things without letting the other go)

valerie, tired and sick, unintentionally rests her head on sebastian's shoulder in the bus late at night as they wait for it to get started (sebastian tries very hard to not freak out and scare her off again)

sebastian absently tracing cute things onto samra's wrist and palm as she rambles about whatever (i had a really cute doodle in mind for this but whatever i guess i hate myself bc i can't be bothered to get up)

felix pushing gemma's reading-glasses back into place for the thirteen-thousandth time, woman, can't you control these things?

literally just sebastian and samra developing this habit of sharing a small bit of everything they have with the other person even if the other isn't hungry/thirsty in the slightest. no i did not just waste fifteen minutes trying to write a small except to describe this before giving up

what did i just say

a u s t i n unironically kissing samra's hand and samra unironically getting flustered

sebastian being romantic and constantly sweeping valerie off her feet with cute back-hugs in the distant future where they're happily engaged and- whoops! sebastian, were you daydreaming again?

samra unhesitantly crawling into the same bed as austin in the middle of a cold Storrm, subconciously seeking comfort, because at this point they've passed the point where they're awkward or stiff with each other

samra acting very ooc when tammie falls asleep on her shoulder and for once not minding. she actually goes the extra mile by making sure nothing disturbs her bff- even arriving at their destination.

sebastian, samra and austin showing off their bromance (austin was dragged into this he's a victim) by doing weird poses like The Drunk Friend Being Carried HomeTM and Posing Against A Stranger's Bike For The 'GramTM

it is totally my headcanon (as the writer) that austin has a thing for brushing samra's hair you can't change my mind about this

samra casually brushing lint off of a distracted felix and getting very annoyed/confused when he gets very flustered and, in typical felix fashion, makes fun of her as an impulse reaction.

this was hard lol i'm not really one for visualizing massages but um, maybe danial massaging sydney's feet in an effort to be romantic??

felix giving gemma a back massage in typical "we're just friends, this is just us being friends, this isn't weird at all, ok now it is weird and we're going to stop and never acknowledge it again" fashion. this is so funny to me bc it's so awkward to even think about and i don't know if i'll genuinely be capable of writing or drawing something like it

scalp massage huh just austin × samra tingz ig

sebastian, calm for once, soothingly rubbing circles onto distracted samra's back when she's upset. and it actually ends up working wow can you believe touch-aversive freak sam is actually soothed by her boo's hand do you sEE WHY IT'S GETTING SO HARD FOR ME TO FIGURE OUT ROMANTIC PAIRINGS FOR THESE DUMBASSES

austin and sebastian. that's it that's all i can say. this is one of the first things i decided for them it's such a typical bff thing for them to do

BONUS: samra and voldemort booping noses together as a way of greeting. no i will not explain further. yes i did not think that cat's name through

sebastian and valerie being gross and touching noses all happy-like?? samra with her beloved tom riddle?? dolphins au coming right up??? yes it is

sydney and danial resting foreheads against each other as sydney holds his face close with her hands. smh star-crossed lovers they were never meant to be but alas maybe in a less cruel lifetime... can you tell i'm quickly becoming more and more unhinged

sydney struggling with poor tammie to come up with "cute" selfie poses and ending up with their cheeks smushed against each other that sounds so uncomfortable i'm sorry you had to go through that

samra and tammie cozying up in a blanket together for a rare movie night-in... and spending the entire time jumping from one movie to another because they can't agree on anything

samra bullying valerie and stealing her seat when she's already halfway in it. she's lucky valerie's too tired to do much about it (or is she?? maybe valerie just filed this incident away for seeking revenge five times worse later)

samra poking sebastian with her toes to get his attention when he's busy flirting with valerie because she REALLY needs his help and it's an emergency and she would owe him for the rest of his life if he could please get up and pass her the remote on the other side of the room?

everyone (or what's left of them) is getting ready for some formal occasion, and samra's struggled into a pretty blue dress and hurried out faster than most of the others because she's still a stupid teen and getting dressed-up makes her feel awkward. austin eventually comes out too (fighting those damn cuff links again), and things suddenly feel brighter. they start chatting as samra paints her nails (because hell if she'd ever go more than two days without painting her nails), and eventually she has to ask him for help because they're on a schedule, and would you believe it? austin quickly agrees and he's really good at it too... how is he so good at it? he reveals it's because she's done it herself so many time, he seems to have picked up on the exact method over the past couple years. now freak out. why aren't you freaking out? samra sure as hell is. she's easily impressed, poor thing.

samra had a habit of buying a new ring for herself every year, and it's been a few years since she's had the chance to do that bc world-saving shenanigans. one day, austin returns from the market in the village they're staying in with a gift for her: a new silver ring. she's so surprised because it was never even a big deal, just something she mentioned in passing when she was bored, and here austin is, awkwardly sliding her a ring box over the table. and he put up with everyone else's teasing for it. so struggling with mixed feelings of wonder and amusement, she watches austin (who's trying very hard to keep his redness levels low- it doesn't work that way, so-called genius of the group) put the ring on her finger. he only did it because the others wouldn't leave them alone until he did! he had no other choice! ...i went wild with this one sorry

gemma teaching the other girls how to do a french braid because they're all idiots, but valerie is the only one more than just politely interested because she's trying to change her style and anything would be better than straight locks

sydney making samra pinkie-promise to stay off the coffee for a while... so much for being the self-proclaimed honest one, sam.

sebastian managing to finish a horror game for the first time (albeit with austin's constant guidance and reassurance) and trying to persuade a cranky austin into a high-five

sebastian becoming so used to fist-bumping samra whenever something happens that only their strange sense of humor would understand that it's a horrible feeling the first time he stretches out a fist to his side, and it takes him a good half-minute to realize no-one's there :)

austin and sebastian making up a secret handshake when they were way younger, and sebastian having the audacity to be offended when austin doesn't remember it years later when they're watching spiderman: homecoming

tamsen thinking it'd be fun to bump hips with valerie when she sees smug little samra and sebastian with their smug little fist bumps, but valerie quickly shuts that down the first time with a horrifying glare and words i can not repeat here for fear of the children

sydney pulling a moody samra in for a dance, who then forces an annoyed danial in, and he quickly pulls gemma, who's very disappointed mind you, onto the dance floor as well: the introvert's guide to making sure you never suffer alone in crowds

felix thinking it's a good idea to tickle sydney LMAO his bruises took a long time to fade

Platonic Touch

Sometimes, characters want contact that has nothing to do with sex or violence. Send one of these for your character to reach out to mine.

Shoulder Clasp

Across the Shoulder hug

Hair Ruffle

Gentle headlock

Full body lean

Feet in lap

Head in lap

Hair petting

Ambush hug

Not so ambush hug

Pulling mine into their lap

Cheek kiss

Forehead kiss

Brushing hair out of mine’s face

Fixing shirt collar

Fixing shirt cuffs

Fixing a clothing tag

Tying shoes

Taking off shoes

Carrying while half asleep

Hand holding

Leaning their head on mine’s shoulder tiredly

Absently tracing patterns on the nearest exposed skin

Pushing glasses into place

Offering their drink

Offering their snack

Kissing the back of mine’s hand

Looping their arm around mine’s waist and leaning against mine’s back

Crawling into bed with

Using shoulder as a pillow

Pulling mine’s arm around their shoulder

Hair brushing

Brushing lint off of

Giving a foot massage

Giving a back massage

Giving a scalp massage

Rubbing circles on mine’s back

Sharing a secret smile

Booping the nose

Touching noses together

Resting foreheads together

Resting cheeks together

Sharing a blanket

Taking over mine’s seat while they’re in it

Poking with fingers/toes

Painting mine’s nails

Putting jewelry on mine

Doing mine’s hair

Pinkie promise

High five

Fist bump

Secret handshake

Hipcheck

Pulling mine into a dance

Initiate a tickle fight