#I like the layers and I like the short hair

[manmuncher777]

sneaking about with your best friends older brother…..

choso x reader

“Chooo, c’mon, Yuuji will be home soon” You whine, trying to stop the grinding of your hips, you couldn’t help it though. You were sat on top of Choso, facing him in his gaming chair.

Originally you just popped over to see him quick, climbing into his lap for a quick kiss, that was until his huge arms wrapped around you, locking you in place.

You didnt want too leave, not while he was looking so good, his tired eye staring at you with intent, his hair down brushing against his shoulders. God he looked so fucking sexy with his hair down.

Your quick kiss, soon turning into a make out session, then turning into dry humping him through his grey sweats.

He licked a stripe down your neck, kissing the skin sloppily. “Well I guess you’ll just have to be quiet then baby” he muttered into your ear, nibbling on the lobe gently.

“Besides, I don’t think my baby wants to leave.” He’s teasing you now, he knows your struggling to resist, after all his muscular arms are wrapped around your waist so snuck, you can already feel the outline of his cock through his sweats. And he just smells so fucking divine, you can help but bury your face in his neck, leaving kisses and relishing in his scent.

“I know your slutty little pussy doesn’t want you to go” he whispers, right next to your ear, and you can feel shivers shoot down your spine. You didn’t need to be looking at him to know he had a shit eating grin on his face, smug fucker. He had you right where he waned to, on of his hands sneaking around your front, making his way to you clothes cunt, rubbing you through the little shorts you were wearing.

Even though there was layers of clothes between you, his movements had you bucking your hips, chasing his hand. “fuck, chooo” you whine pathetically one more, you were such a slut for this guy.

Soon enough he had you thrown onto his bed, ripping those shorts off of you. He kissed his way up your legs, biting the sensitive part of your inner thigh that had your legs twitching, smirk on his face as he went. Soon reaching your clothed cunt, Kissing you so crudely over your panties.

the gentle sensation had you gasping for air, you knew you were dripping for him, you were soaked as soon as you set foot in his room.

growing tired of not being able to feel you, choso ripped your panties away, stuffing them into his back pocket for later.

He takes one last glance at you, hunger in his eyes, smirk dancing across his lips before he’s diving in; He starts off licking a fat stripe up your cunt, gathering your taste on his tongue. He lets out a moan at your sweetness. He unable to stop himself from grinding his throbbing cock into the bed, your taste always making him feral.

“Shit- Choso.” you hands fly to his black mop of hair, gripping onto whatever you can as he devours you like your hits last meal, the sounds echoing around the room - the slurping of your boyfriend and the wetness of you messy cunt. It’s like music to his ears

He moans into you pussy at the feeling of you tugging on his hair, pulling him deeper into your cunt.

His nose bumping your clit as he sucks at your hole, tongue diving in to gather up your slick. He never got tired of tasting you against his tongue. He was getting eager now, wanting to make you cum as soon as possible. He needed to have you gushing against him.

he licks became more aggressive as he ate you, sucking desperately at you cunt, eyes rolling into the back of his head when you tugged his hair particularly hard.

One of his hands slipping down to c=join his mouths attack on you, fingers diving deep into the welcoming walls of your slick pussy.

“Missed this pussy” he moaned into you

“You fucked-haah- you f-fucked me yesterday cho- OH fuck” His finger curled upwards into your cunt, bullying that soft spot inside of you.

“Can never get enough of this sweet little cunt baby” he released his mouth from you for just a second, chin covered in your juices. He watched your form quiver at his movements, he loved seeing you this way, all splayed out and perfect just for him, just the way he loved to see you.

He wasted not a second more, diving back into you cunt as he suckled your clit. You couldn’t even try to conceal your moans, there was no way you could with how he was making you feel.

He could tell you were about to come, he new exactly what made you tick. So when he felt you squeezing his fingers for dear life, your hips bucking against him erratically. He knew you were almost there.

“come on baby, I got you. Cum for me sweets”

Your eyes screwed shut from the pleasure, breath stuck in your throat as choked moans escaped from your tear stained face.

“Cho, baby oh my- oh my fucking god-“ rushed praise and strings of curses were all you could scream as your orgasm washed over you, your legs tightening up, shaking with pleasure as choso helped you ride out your high; his lips not leaving yours until you were quivering with overstimulation.

One you had finally calmed down, your heart still pounding in your chest, you glanced down at the man between your legs, proud smile on his face. Right as you were about to say something you were interrupted by a noise echoing from downstairs

“Brother? I’m home” Fuck, Yuuji was back.

A scared glance was shared between the both of you, you scrambled to grab your shorts, forgetting the panties choso had in his back pocket. As you both straightened up you couldnt help but share a giggle

you really needed to tell him soon

[marzipanandminutiae]

Every person in the 2021st century should be forced to watch a woman from the 18th or 19th century get dressed and go about her day in extreme weather so they understand how things like "putting your hair in a bun so it's out of the way" and "layering skirts for warmth, which is more difficult to do with pants" and "breathable fabrics" work, and they should be forced to do this once a year so they don't forget. this post brought to you by my mother claiming that short hair is easier to take care of and style. i have short hair, i trim it every 2 months. she trims her hair once a year.

Strongly agree. I think, as with lots of social history myths and assumptions, people have just never been given a reason to question it.

The hair thing is fascinating, because I definitely agree with you in terms of trimming (my hair is thigh-length and I trim it yearly, like your mom), but I think the amount of overall work is largely style-dependent.

Nowadas it's more common for women to wear their hair loose or pulled back in a trailing style like a ponytail. Meaning it has to look orderly and express your personal style when it's down. I have one-length hair without bangs that I braid and pin up every day, but if the idea was for it to look nice and somewhat Intentional simply worn down...yes, that would generally take a lot more work than short hair in the same state. Especially since the hair is being exposed to the elements more than it would if put up in a protective style, so it's going to need more repair and maintenance.

(Depending on your texture and cut, too- my hair still took more work when it was short than in the medium-length growing out stages when wearing it down was still practical, because of what the wave pattern wanted to do when not weighed down)

Long hair is, in my opinion, less work if you wear it up in a relatively simple style/one you've practiced a lot, or have someone else to put it up for you. If wearing your hair down is your preference, though...yes, then it might take more effort. And I think people back-apply that to Hair Up eras because it's all they're used to, so they don't think about "oh wait, she doesn't have to have perfect beachy waves; nobody's going to see her hair loose."

[the-void-via]

TW: TALK OF GUNS, INJURES FROM GUNS, DEATH, ANDROID GORE IG?

Second part of my Rota Fortunea fic!

“The leader of the resistance, Sunday, was found dead fifteen system hours ago. Forensic experts have deduced the cause of death to be a gunshot wound to the head. However, upon finding the gun at the crime scene, only Sunday's fingerprints were found on it. Law enforcement is investigating the crime scene-”

Ratio shut the TV off with a grumble, glaring at his reflection in the dark screen. He set the remote down and turned to the nearby table, Aventurine’s sleeping body laying atop it.

He glanced at Ruan Mei and Herta. Oil stained their hands, working on hooking Aventurine up to a power source before they worked on fixing him. He—reluctantly—stayed a few feet back, after both women had practically ripped the android from his arms when he walked through the door.

Barely a word had been exchanged between the women and Ratio, putting all their attention and focus into Aventurine. He could do little but stand back, peering over their shoulders from time to time to try and check their progress.

Ruan Mei moved, allowing Ratio a clear view of Aventurine’s face-

He cringed. Some layers of machinery had been stripped away near his right eye, leaving a red LED light to stare back at him. His eyes drifted, the metal of his neck slight exposed–

He turned away. It was too much to bear. Seeing someone who used to be his friend– no. The man he loved in such a state killed him inside. He moved to sit down, sighing heavily.

“Don't move much,” Ruan Mei softly scolded, not even turning to look at him. “You sustained three gunshot wounds from Sunday. You don't want them to open.”

He grumbled a little bit, muttering something under his breath as a reply. Ruan Mei didn’t say anything else, fully focused on the android laying atop the table in front of her.

Herta was no different, the only indication of her presence being her soft mutterings to herself, working with Ruan Mei as if they had some telepathic connection they were communicating through.

It was unnerving, to say the least. The silence in the room.

Ratio sighed again and leaned against the chair, staring up at the ceiling. His body relaxed into the chair; the adrenaline had long worn off, slowly being replaced with exhaustion. He fought it as long as he could, fought to keep his eyes open- but his body knew he was safe.

His eyes started to slip closed, hoping for just a little cat nap…it sounded nice at this point…

…

Knock, knock, knock. …knock-knock!

His body jerked, sitting up straight in the chair. The two geniuses had made progress on Aventurine, he deduced they were just over halfway in connecting him to a power source- but that wasn't the priority at the moment.

Someone knocked on the door.

Herta had walked away from the table, leaving Ruan Mei to continue for a moment by herself. She turned to look at Ratio as she heard the chair jerk, her expression unreadable.

“You're awake.” She said bluntly.

“W- ahem- what was that?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. “That knock. Is it-”

“Thank you, Miss Herta,” A voice—definitely not Herta’s—came from the hallway she had disappeared down a moment ago. “I'm sorry to inconvenience you at a time like this. I had a run-in with a few androids above ground, and I just need a few tune-ups on my arm–”

A male figure, clad in a dusty dark pink cloak, walked into the room at Herta’s side. He pulled his hood back, his hair dyed pink with long, white roots. Deep crimson eyes scanned the room as he stopped dead in his tracks, blinking at the two new figures.

“Oh.” He mumbled in surprise. “There's other men here. That's…intriguing.”

“Never mind them,” Herta shooed him to another table, aiding him in sitting atop it. “You said you need me to fix your arm? Which one?”

The man shed his cloak, revealing himself to be wearing a tight black tank top, as well as black shorts with knives tucked inside harnesses. He carefully extended a mechanical arm, using his other hand to point to his elbow. “This one, the joints got busted up real bad. I was afraid it would fall off before I got here.”

Ratio’s eyes widened upon seeing him. His arms and legs were very visibly mechanical, white metal with elegant dark pink accents. His stomach almost sank upon the realization.

Another android?

“Wow, Shilou,” Herta mused, taking his arm into her hands and examining his joint. “This is really badly damaged. You really are lucky it didn't fall off on the way.”

“I know,” Shilou chuckled a little. “Thank you again, Miss Herta. Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you? Any materials you need? I can't keep letting you fix me without any sort of payment-”

“Excuse me,” Ratio’s voice cut him off, his arms folded across his chest in an almost standoffish manner. “Who are you?”

Tags: @havanillas @serendipminie @blak-ie @blackcat2907 @drowning-in-cabbages @lumin-arii @kyl13sm1l3y @darkluminosity @smellofsnoww (lmk if you wanna be tagged or not when I post about my oc's!)

[sammywr1tes]

picking the lighter option

和 ー you give your best friend a makeover. he falls in love with you a little more.

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字 bsf!idol!han と crush!gn!reader 《w.c・0.6k》

DRABBLE, humour, fluff, makeovers, 3rd person perspective. ft. hyunjin and felix

sammy note ★彡 - my best friend suggested i write a random hair dying crack fic, but in true me style it ended up involving pining too. good times. also i’m trying out a new layout thing!! kinda exciting. as usual, requests are always welcome and if you’d like to be added to my taglist then please send in an ask/comment. for more fics, check out my masterlist, and for commissions take a look at my ko-fi :)

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“y/n, i don’t think this is a good idea” jisung says, watching your reflection in the mirror. you’re standing over him, wielding a dye brush between your gloved fingers. your other hand holds a normal hairbrush, combing through the knots in his hair. “the stylists will hate me if you screw this up. ”

“trust me, sung, i know how to do this.” you give him a grin through the mirror that only amplifies the fight-or-flight response his brain provides. he shivers a little as you spread the cold dye over his hair, feeling it sticking to his scalp. your steady hand guides the dye down to the ends of his hair, making sure the colour coats the locks thoroughly.

jisung watches the mirror as you work. your hand that isn’t holding the brush moves his hair to paint the layers closer to his scalp. he’s easily distracted by your fingers smoothing his hair out, running through his hair to check for knots, and the sound of the brush’s rough hairs sweeping against his own soft locks.

the mirror lures him away with a reflection of your concentrated expression, pink lower lip tucked between your teeth. your eyes are focused on the movement of the brush, making sure to not miss a strand.

after a short while, you finally put the brush down with a soft sigh.

“okay, you have to keep it in for half an hour before you wash it out. “

he nods, taking in his own reflection in the mirror. the dye sticks his hair to his scalp, making him look like an alien. he chuckles a little, picking up his phone for a silly mirror selfie. the two of you pass half an hour debating if you can dye body hair a different colour with hair dye or not.

afterwards, jisung shoos you out of the bathroom to wash the dye out, then lets you blow-dry his hair. “you should run a salon. you’re very good at hairdressing” he comments offhandedly, feeling the hot gusts of the blow-dryer over his face, warming his skin. you laugh at his words. the soft sound warms the mush under his skin.

when jisung’s hair isn’t damp anymore, you comb through it, leaning over him, close enough that he can feel the warmth of your skin beckoning him towards it. finally, you let him see your self-proclaimed masterpiece, pushing him to sit in front of the mirror.

at first, he can’t find words to say. he stares at his reflection, taking in the sea-foam coloured strands framing his face. you suck your lower lip between your teeth, watching his expression nervously.

“do you not like it?”

“i love it.” he whispers, a hand slowly rising to run through the locks.

you grin. “you look like an underwater deity.”

he chuckles softly, giving you a smile through the mirror, reaching back to take your hand gently. “thank you for making me into one,” he jokes, catching your eye in the mirror. for a moment, neither of you look away, but you break eye contact when you hear the excited knocks of felix and hyunjin on the other side of the door.

“is it done? does it look good?” “can we see, jisungie?”

you roll your eyes and move to open the door for them. jisung’s eyes follow you, then glance towards the mirror again, taking in his appearance once more. he looks completely different to his usual self, but he can’t help but like it, thinking about how you complimented him. his heart warms.

maybe the underwater deity in the mirror will have the confidence to ask you out, sooner than later.

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[delilahgrey14]

୨⎯Safe In His Claws⎯୧

╰┈➤Pairing: Wolverine/Logan Howlett x fem!Reader

╰┈➤Word Count: 1770

╰┈➤Summary: You are dating the wonderful Mr. Logan Howlett, and you find yourself waking up in his arms...but will you even make it out of bed? Read on to find out

╰┈➤TW: <18+> Fluff, Some Suggestive/ Mild Sexual Content (With someone listening), Swearing, Established Relationship

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Dating Logan was one of the best things that you could have ever decided to do, he was such a wonderful partner underneath his gruff exterior. Nobody would be able to tell from his ex-veteran, tough guy persona, but underneath was a man who was so passionate and caring for what and who he loved. He was so gentle and kind, and would always plan out these beautiful dates that made you feel like the only one in the world. You were so surprised about how different Logan was below the surface, and although that took a while to break past the wall he had built up over the years, once you did it was a miracle. He liked to show you off to the others in the X-men, you were like a prize to him, a valuable possession that he could claim as his own. If you ever had any problems with self image before dating Logan, they were all gone now. He loved to shower you with affections and complements, he loved making you feel good about yourself. He was an amazing boyfriend and things seemed to be going well, you never wanted this to end.

One day, you awoke in the X-mansion. Although you did have your own room there, you found yourself spending the nights with Logan instead. The idea of sleeping alone was just depressing at this point. It wasn’t even for the sex, although that wasn’t a bad thing either, but the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around your body, his warmth being all you need to get through the chill of the night was so serene and peaceful. The feeling of someone holding you through the night, protecting you from any and all harm that may come in the shadows of twilight. Before you opened your eyes, you felt the sensation of his skin on yours, his one arm wrapped around you with his hand stroking your hair in a slow, soothing pattern. You open your eyes and look over to see him looking back at you with softness and care in his eyes. He looked as if he was admiring your beauty despite just waking up, hair a mess, no makeup, groggy from a short night of sleep.

“Damn, Darlin’. I don’t know how you do it, but you look stunning. Good morning sleepyhead.” Logan said, through soft eyes and a small smile.

“Mmmmmh” Was all you could get out, still waking up. “Good morning”

You rubbed your eyes and sat up, resting your head on his shoulder  and pulling up the sheets to cover yourself, although you noticed when you picked them up there were holes made with claws through one of the layers.

“Bad dream? Or were those from last night…” You looked at him inquisitively, but also with a slight smirk, knowing the answer to this question already.

“...Uh, I think you know the answer to that one. Shit, sorry. I know you liked these ones.”

It was funny to you when he looked guilty, even though you didn’t mind at all. One of the benefits of dating Logan was also that it taught you how to sew up fabrics, which had to happen pretty often. From his flannels to the bedsheets, you had become a master at making them look good as new.

“Hey now, don’t worry about it, I can fix these up at some point, along with that other shirt that you decided to wear on a mission.”

He smiled at you, it made him genuinely happy to see you care so much about him as well. He saw you as a companion as well as a thing to be protected. He knew that you had your own life and personality that was very strong willed and determined, but he was always there to support and protect you to keep you safe and secure. You sat in bed together for about half an hour before either one of you really spoke a word. Logan was the type of man who was strong and silent most of the time, only speaking when there was a reason to speak, but at the same time, silence with him never felt awkward. It felt as though everything that needed to be said could be communicated through a look or a smile. 

“You know” He said, “We could…pick up where we left off last night” He gave a smirk as he lowered his face and kissed your neck, working his way from your neck, to your cheek, then to your ear, giving a slight nibble before whispering,

“What do you say, darlin’?”

“Logan…we have things we have to do. What if the X-men need you?”

He sighed, but then returned to kissing you tenderly, now tracing your jawline, then your neck again and now working his way down to your chest, moving the piece of sheet that you were using to cover up before. 

“Ah they can all go fuck themselves…I need you right now…”

He pulled the blanket down and kissed you more, now trailing down past your chest and to your stomach. God it felt so good, every time he kissed you it felt like tiny little flames of passion that spread across your body. You wanted to say yes so bad, it felt amazing, but you also knew that you shouldn’t. You should get up, get things done, but here is a man who is absolutely obsessed with you, craving you, telling you to stay. You ran your fingers through his fluffy hair.

“Oh…Logan…We shouldn’t.” You said, trying to keep your voice steady as he trailed your body with sweet kisses.

“What if you stopped worrying for a second, let me take care of you for a while and then we can deal with the rest of the world later, hm?” His voice was a low growl, his animalistic side was starting to show the more turned on he became.

You gave in. You couldn’t take it anymore, You wanted him so bad. You needed him. With every kiss he planted on your skin you felt your entire body tingle and your heartbeat quicken. He began to kiss you more, now moving his hands along your skin.

“Is this okay darlin’? I want to make sure before I get too…carried away.” He looked you up and down, his eyes lingering on your lips, then making their way down as a smile slowly creeped across his face.

“Yes, yes this is okay” You said through quickening breaths and slight quiet moans. You couldn’t help it, it felt so good to be loved by Logan.

He moved back up to kissing you on the lips, this time with more urgency than before. He wanted you, he needed you. He repositioned himself on the bed, leaning against the headboard, then he picked you up by the hips and positioned you on his lap, one leg on each side of him. Logan was so strong, he was able to make you feel as light as a feather which also made you feel as though he was completely in control. Being over 200 years old also meant that he knew what he was doing, but he was still so kind and respectful of the fact that you didn’t always quite know what you were doing. He continued to kiss you, but now he began to move his hands up and down your frame, tracing your curves and feeling your soft skin. You could feel him becoming more aroused, and you couldn’t deny that you were too, and you knew that he knew too. As soon as things were about to escalate you both heard a knock at the bedroom door. Logan pulled away, 

“Goddamnit” he whispered through a sigh “Who is it?!”

You let out a disappointed sigh, knowing that he was probably needed somewhere and someone was looking for him, but you realized that this was an opportunity to make things a little…interesting. 

“Logan? It’s Scott, can we talk for a second?”

Logan went to stand up, but you pushed back on his chest and lowered him back to the bed. You began to kiss his neck, then grind on his lap. You knew this was going to drive him crazy, and he gave you a look that said “What the fuck are you doing?” but he didn’t seem upset. You put a finger to your lips and let out a “shhhhh” then continued to kiss on his neck and make circles with your hips on top of him. 

“Uh…I’m a little busy right now Scotty!”

He mouthed an “Oh my god sweetheart” while trying to breathe through moans in order to not reveal to Scott what was happening in the room right now.

“Well then I will talk to you through the door but you better hurry up. The professor and I were talking and we agreed…”

Scott continued to talk about whatever training regimes or something that they were hoping to incorporate into the lessons for the new additions to the mansion, but Logan didn’t care. Not only did Scott piss him off constantly, but whatever he was trying to discuss with Logan was not going to be heard over the amount of effort he was putting into not absolutely losing it right now.

“Alright? So what does this have to do with me? Do we really need to…oh god…be talking about this right now?”

Logan could barely make it through a sentence without gasping for air, you were driving him absolutely insane. 

“Did you hear a single thing I said!?” Scott said in an exasperated tone. “I need you to come and help me lead some of the training sessions! Now!”

Logan rolled his eyes, sighed, and proceeded to lift you off of him with a miserable facial expression. He quickly threw on a white tank top and faded blue jeans, trying to pull himself together to make it look as if nothing was happening and he wasn’t previously barely holding himself together. He came back over to the bed where you sat with a pout on your face.

“Hey sweetheart, I promise I’ll make it up to you later…I’m so sorry”

He left you with a kiss on the cheek and walked over to the door, making sure to open it as minimally as possible, you were his and nobody else needed to see his beautiful girlfriend. You spent the rest of the day sewing the sheets and shirt back together, waiting to see what Logan was going to have planned later for the two of you…

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Author's Note: Chapter 2 Coming Soon! Thank you for reading! 

-D.G.

[windybluebelles]

Batman au where nothing changes except, every hero in Gotham is a bat and their costumes all have the ears to prove it.

Dickbin would have his cape cut similar to Bruce’s so that it’s batwing shaped and he’d have a little hair and with thin, long brown bat ears. Real pointy, probably got thrown at some poor thug

JayBin would have a shorter cape that has more defined wings. I imagine when he’s younger he has a little dark red helmet with the ears on, shorter and thicker ears, probably got a hood when he got older.

Timbin who started out with hair clips (dark green, similar shape to Jason’s) but managed to convince Bruce to let him get his silly Cowl while he’s still Robin. It would basically just be his RedRobin cowl but with a more square shaped head bit and the ears , it’s also only black at the top but fading to a dark green at the ears and then to yellow by the sides.

Stephbin literally had a cute little bright red hairband that had tiny devil horns so I’m just giving her Dick’s headband, hers would either be the same bright red as in canon or a dark purple. It would have thin but stubby ears, very sharp. I think her cape would have a jaggey cut at the bottom, not like wings but like teeth. Her green SHORTS (cause I fucking hate the mini skirt) would also have the little sharp teeth pattern but they’d have a red layer underneath. Girlie went less bat more vampire apparently.

Damibin (also known as, normal Damian, whoops) would have the ears on his hood, he’d have a cape similar to Dicks in the way that it’s cut like Batman’s. His boots would have the teeth pattern like Stephanie and the top and around the soles.

Dick as Nightwing would have nothing similar to the bats when he first starts out, when he gets closer with Bruce again he’d style two bits of his mullet sticking up like ears but after he changes out of DiscoWing than he’d get little clip on blue ones (like Tim’s at the time)

Spoiler would have nothing bat related the first time round, she is not affiliated with them officially. After she’s been Robin and Batgirl she would have subtle ears on her hood and her face mask would curve up into sharper points at the sides, her cape would have a small over layer in the shave of a V to create a kinda wing silhouette when it flows behind her.

Red Robin would be almost exactly the same except with the cowl I already described but now it’s in the normal black and red colours.

RedHood would originally just have his normal helmet but after he rejoins the team, he’d get a weird mix of his two Arkham knights helmets. The general shape and silhouette of the normal Arkham Knight one but with the red colour instead of the blue. (That helmet is so fucking cute oh my goddddd)

Cass would obviously still have her BlackBat full cowl costume, but for her orphan outfit she’d have the same ears as Damian and Steph. Probably more pronounced and obvious, made of stiffer material.

These are all just silly ideas and probably don’t make much sense, but the idea of all the Batbabies having little ears on their costumes made me want to die. If i could draw I would show y’all but ehhhh I can’t

[gomigo-dog]

Getting better at drawing Kabru. This guy is def not easy to draw (especially if you want to draw him in your own style).

I’ve compiled some observations:

🍅 Hair: By far the most challenging part. He actually has a middle part as observed from numerous manga panels but it can be hard to notice because his hair is so short.

I also broke his hair down into approximately 5 different areas (because his hair is layered) so I can see the flow of the hair better:

🍅 Face: His face is like a cat’s face 🐱. Thinking about a cat’s face helped me a lot.

His face generally wide and round but also has a sharp, narrow chin. I’m more used to drawing older characters so this was a struggle to me.

🍅 Brows: I never noticed this until I bought the Daydream book but his brows are actually thicker at the ends and angled downwards.

Also sharing my lineart (lowkey like this a lot):

[gloomyteddybear]

i love this gen-x mf

aaa i love ur idea of danny's eyes being red. but i raise u: him having a permanent "camera flash" effect! like him having a more intense tapedum lucidum or smth. it's like he's a ghost caught in a photograph.

since u mentioned him having rlly short hair it reminded me of my hc of his hair actually been grown from a buzzcut/close-crop, giving him the illusion of layered-shaggy hair.

it's always been smth that's more of a personal touch of mine but i always favored the idea of him looking a little bit like his mask/more ghostly. it's like a in-universe foreshadowing. think thinner/hollower cheeks, a longer face or sad/downturned eyes.

the glasses i feel like would be from him staring too much at screens as a child (me too) or from forcing his vision in the dark and him forcing the jed persona. it'd prolly be the rectangular ones or horn-rimmed. but he doesn't rlly use them unless he's using his jed-cosplay.

it may be the TMAG brainrot but he gives me hella web vibes. at first i thought abt eye but he's more of a 'aspiring writer' than a reader. and also cause... entity is spider. his dad is slaughter-coded no duh

jed dressses like a bg character from friends and talks like those "working hard or hardly working" guys at your job. bro is so normal it feels like a caricature.

short-ish sentences w/o a lot of substance

his speech pattern would 'prolly be filled with filler words like, everywhere, my guy. 'yanno?

danny's more long-winded and more stream of thoughts. very bitter, very dramatic. more experimental and with strong imagery. definitely uses it as his writing-style. got his speech pattern from his dad.

but unlike someone, danny would only use some filler words but mostly use rhetorical questions or use passive-aggressiveness. which you totally already have known that, right?

his mom left to buy choccy milk at the (period appropriate)-mart (false, she ran away with the milkman)

Hi I'm back have several of my disorganized headcanons about Danny "Jed Olsen" "Ghostface" Johnson, straight from the notes app:

* Gets like no sleep. This man is 85% coffee and his eye bags are Gucci

* Enjoys the occasional cigarette (chewed pens kind of point to an oral fixation - he likes Newports because he's an asshole)

* Learned about weapons (especially tactical knives) from his dad

* Killed his dad in senior year of high school (he was 17 - late birthday)

* Big scorpio + virgo energy (probs a november scorp)

* Has severe insomnia but just thinks he needs less sleep than everyone else

* Uni applications had already gone out before that fateful hunting trip with his dad, so he was really just severing his ties to Utah since he had applied out of state

* His mom took care of him up until his dad got back from war (possibly discharged), then dipped and he never saw her again

* He looks pretty different from his driver's license photo since it was taken when he was 16 - his dad made him keep his hair short and he had a fresh cut on his forehead (now it's a scar), but as an adult his hair is shaggier and he occasionally wears reading glasses

* Pre-Entity, his eyes were a medium, pretty brown, but in the realm, they have a weird red sheen to them that's more visible when reflecting light (like a flashlight), or, creepier, when viewed in your periphery

Anyway I'm Very Normal about him tell me ur thoughts about him

[medicalunprofessional]

never change, man !

[torawro]

y’all . . . . . .

[the-silent-graveyard]

-> Illumina hums and let's go of the other Illumina's hands, gently running his talons through his alternate's hair. He wanted to ask, he really did, but he could sense the distress in the other's voice. He'll wait until he's ready to talk.

"It's so short... But I can clean this up for you. You've still got enough for me to layer it a little as well... That's only if you'd like for me to do so. It's your hair after all."

He couldn’t tell if he was visiting at the wrong time or not. He felt like he was intruding but…Firebrand suggested it. Suggested that he visit his other version of him again.

He was in his old robes. The one with the hood he wore with Darkheart and Firebrand in their birthday. He was trying to hide himself but he knew he most likely couldn’t stay that way.

@angel-of-light [Illumina]

-> The other dove deity's temple was as serene as it always was! Nature all about, delicate exotic flowers swaying in the breeze, the sound of water and birds chirping. -> The deity himself could be seen within the center of the temple, sitting atop of a fluffy little cloud while brushing long white hair. It seems like his Ghostwalker was here as well, a couple floating books around him. -> Ghostwalker wasn't going to be a bother, he was off in his own little corner doing his own thing.

[dillwonder]

Moulin rouge AU because I saw someone else do it with steddie and I was like FUCK I WANTED TO DO THIS LIKE 6 MONTHS AGO SHIT

Bonus Jason as the duke

[femmeofhearts]

my hairdresser cut off so much of my hair at my appointment last saturday (bc i had a lot of dead hair on the ends and i asked her to cut it off) and it’s so much healthier now but it’s also so much shorter and i’m trying to be okay with it and not be sad but i miss my length so bad 😭😭😭 like yes ik it’s just hair and it grows back but it was the longest it had been in YEARS and i LOVED it ughhh

[ladyelainehilfur]

ooh my boy looks freshhh ✨

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent images I suppose ~

[call-me-pup2]

Loving the short dark hair ^_^

Thank you 😋🖤

Its about shoulder length at the minute but yeah when I tie it up it looks a lot shorter and it confuses people 😅