#Ivy f.

[eli-rooks-ni]

Some Character references (and Picrew stuff):

Tales in C minor:

Hertz Gianrico Viole:

look at that bbg A bit on the pale side ik (considering he's Italian).

Pronouns: He/him

Asexual, demiromantic. (Spoilers) Queerplatonic partners with Zero.

Random: Excellent cook. His first design was albino (but since Zero already look weird enough we're changing that).

Elias "Zero" Smith:

(left) This is her when she's 30 something... Chilling with her trauma (right) look at that scruffly kid she was so young

Pronouns: She/they (never cared much about her own gender)

Asexual, aromantic. (Spoilers) Queerplatonic partners with Hertz.

Random: No she isn't born with that grey hair. It's uh, "style". Heterochromia is not style tho, there's a reason behind it.

Ivy Frye:

...another one that should have had silver hair

Pronouns: She/her

Asexual. Heteroromantic (?)

Random: character inspo is an OOC character from a certain fandom.

Franz "Skye" Himmel:

Yes he has long hair. And heterochromia for the same reason as Zero.

Pronouns: He/him

Graysexual, grayromantic. But generally doesn't care about relationships, pretty much married to his work and ideals.

Random: character inspo is from a the same fandom as Hertz's.

[slutpoppers]

The Rookie's signature move!

Champeon moves here!!

[cupofcolors]

HAPPY PRIDE IVY 🥳🏳️‍🌈

[bisexualsogeking]

these are all the way back from 2020 when i thought i was gonna make a zine lol

[full-moon-ships]

Imagine helping your f/o with her hair!!

Maybe that includes braiding it, brushing it out, combing it, or even helping her cut or buzz it!! She trusts you so much, letting you help with a part of her self-expression. You're such a big help to her!! She loves and appreciates you so much!!

This post is not specifically for romantic f/os!!! Go ham!!

Pro/com.ship dni i am blasting you with lasers. Dont steal either.

[aerowolf]

#FIXTF2

my contribution to the #fixtf2 movement.

Miss Pauling girlbossing her way past a robot two and half times her size. Drawn on the Sketchbook app on my Android phone. Time taken : roughly five hours.

alts under cut

[roseillith]

梁山伯與祝英台 // THE LOVE ETERNE (1963) dir. LI HAN-HSIANG

[goldenstarprincesses]

In a states AU, which state posts this

[eli-rooks-ni]

TIC Part 4: Align -Chapter 4

"Rooks, hold back." Ivy's calm voice resonated through the empty hallway, making Dove bristle. "What's your trick this time, dear sister?" She hissed, stopping her guards as well. "Dove, I'm here to present you a truce, and an alliance. I swear there's no catch in this thing." The Templar shook her head. "First, you weren't shouting at me. Second, you, a truce? An alliance? Are you alright, sis? Did your Grandmaster die, too?" Ivy's calmness melted off a bit before she controlled herself. "I'm serious, Dove. We can't let the war continue, it does no good to either side. This has gone beyond our control, and I have something in mind to get the situation back in line." Dove shot her an incredulous look but stopped her retort as Ivy raised her left hand and pressed it to the center of her chest. The sign of truth, back when they were children. She sighed. "What do you propose?"

  "Cease fire," Axel demanded as a strange situation unfolded in front of his eyes. A group of students walked right through the midst of their standoff, crowding over the Lexington city center. Skye stepped out of his shelter, watching the scene with curiosity. Dove Frye walked out of the group and stood on a crate, cleared her throat, and spoke in a loud carrying voice. "Templars, are rubble and wastelands what you wish to conquer?" Ivy continued on. "Are the lives of the innocent worthless to the Creed?" Both parties halted their actions, staring at the students with banners and chants. "A modern society requires modern solutions, who are we but barbarians if we continue this petty fight for control?" The students shouted, standing straight in the middle of a war. "We propose a civilized negotiation, and the formation of a neutral government-"

  Zero sank into the sofa, chuckling under her breath. "Ivy, I love you so much, bro. How the hell did you think it would work? It seems… so naïve. But it actually-" Ivy shrugged. "It works for now, that's the point. And honestly…" Zero nods. "You don't think it would last too, right? The war has raged over a thousand years, and Verum is made out of the two ends of a spectrum. It wouldn't last without reason. Just look at my native land. It's Bavaria, for hell's sake, and the wars still drove me out and left me on this chaotic island." She sighed, looking at Ivy. "Look, I really admire your feats, and I wish it would stick. But I've grown… cynical?" Ivy plopped down onto the seat beside her, chuckling. "Other teens worry about their failed romances. We're here worrying about our failing country." Zero grinned back tiredly. "Indeed."

  "Gia, I'm not here to scold you…" Skye put a comforting hand on the Italian's shoulder as the kid held back tears. "But Mentore- I didn't- I was no good to this Brotherhood. I didn't do anything but panic. I hate being useless but I tried-" The Mentor held the kid close. "Gia, what happened back in Italy… It wasn't your fault. Neither is this war." Hertz shook his head in despair. "I know, but at least I should be able to do something. I can't. I watched- I allowed il mio fratello to our ruin…" His breath hitched, and he disguised it with a chuckle. "I'm useless. Ivy's the novice, and she won the war… Non ho fatto un cazzo di niente." Skye shushed him. "You're not worthless, you'll see soon enough. You don't rally people like Ivy does, but you keep them around. You have the potential to be a wonderful Mentor, believe me. And in the meantime-" The Mentor stood, holding two tickets. "I believe a trip back home will do you and Elias some good." Hertz's eyes widened. "Davvero…?" Skye smiled, nodding. "Ja, it's on me. Just take all the time you need."

[ciarre]

girlbosses and sommie

[cupofcolors]

we love a goal-oriented(??????) queen

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[ivystoryweaver]

Based on this request from @steven-grants-world "I haven't even touched you and you're already wet" with Poe ❤

Content: NSFW, 18+, Poe Dameron x f!reader, more below the cut

Word count: 1.7k

Contains: fingering, sort of thigh riding, shenanigans in public, not beta'd

You had the absolute most massive crush on Commander Dameron. It was more than a crush, really - you wanted him. No, scratch that - you needed him.

Every single thing about this man drove you to absolute distraction. In a meeting? A stray curl would tumble across his forehead. Training exercises? Just bossy and sassy enough to drive you wild. Hand-to-hand combat and sparring practice? The strain of his thick thighs against his slightly too-tight pants made you want to trap him in a storage room somewhere and use that thigh to relieve a little pressure between your legs.

He was in your closest circle of friends, so you were tormented by him day and night.

His mouth - the curve of his perfect, full lips as they wrapped around koyo fruit - the way the tip of his tongue would swipe away its juices...

The smug curl in the corner of his mouth when he was amused. The crinkles lining the sides of his burnt umber eyes when he laughed - which was often.

Everyone found Poe easy to love but you needed him desperately.

It became a daily chore to keep from staring at him - although, by this point, you were sure he'd caught you more than once. The infamous curl of his lips and a quick wink definitely communicated something. You just weren't sure what.

And he did flirt with you. He flirted with everyone, in a way, but he sat beside you to eat, bumped your shoulder after telling a joke, and again - he winked. All the time.

Tonight was the culmination of months of torture and you weren't sure how you were going to make it. Because tonight, Poe made a rare appearance in his officer's uniform. The drab neutrals somehow highlighted the gorgeous browns in his eyes and curls.

Everyone was dressed a little nicer than usual, enjoying a rare celebration due to a recent victory. Poe was to receive some sort of honor - hence the uniform. You arrived a little late, having fussed with your appearance far longer than usual.

Hoping to slip in unnoticed, you failed miserably at this task when you ran right into the one person you hoped to avoid - at least for a little while, since being around him when he looked so distinguished and handsome would likely make you fall on your face doing something embarrassing.

"Hey," he laughed out, reaching to steady you by grasping your elbows. "There you are - I was waiting for you."

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him up close - the heat of his fingers burning through your own uniform. "F-for me?" You gasped, gripping his forearms to steady yourself.

"Yeah, everybody's here. I was on my way to get some drinks," he told you with a grin. "Wanna help?"

"Uh, s-sure," you nodded, grateful for a distracting task that would keep your hands occupied and your eyes facing forward and not on your commander.

"Come on, it's crowded in here." Brushing past you, he reached for your hand, leading you through a sea of Resistance fighters - each one wanting a moment of his time, or at least his attention.

Despite the thrill electrifying your body as his strong hand enveloped yours, it didn't take you long to lose him in the crowd.

Noticing this immediately, Poe excused himself from the latest person distracting him to call your name.

"There you are. I thought I lost you," he said, his eyes twinkling with something that looked like relief.

"No, I'm here," you assured him, thrilled to have his attention. What you wouldn't give to have ten minutes alone with this man.

"Come here." Once again, he set off, reaching for your hand, but this time, he didn't stop until you made your way outside.

"Commander Dameron, what are we - "

Glancing back at you, his fingers now tangled with yours, he granted you his trademark smirk. "Poe, please. We've known each other long enough. Haven't we?"

The question seemed rhetorical as he led you behind the building, to a secluded alleyway.

"Sorry it's dark out here," he apologized, finally stopping and turning to face you. His hands landed on his hips as he studied you carefully. "Is it okay if I talk to you for a minute?"

Your heart flamed with desire and nervous anticipation. If you didn't control yourself, you might jump him.

"Are you mad at me?" He pressed on. "Because you've been a little different. Yesterday, after our sparring session..."

He went on to recount his version of events after having pinned you to the ground with your head locked between this thick thighs.

"I know I'm hard on you..."

Maker.

He carried on, speaking to you in Commander fashion, but now your mind was filled with thoughts of his thighs and his hand on yours and watching his mouth move. The moonlight shone down, highlighting the contours of his handsome face and before you were able to stop yourself, you silenced his hypothesizing by pressing your lips against his open mouth...

...the force of which knocked Poe back a step in utter surprise.

The two of you stopped, transfixed. Poe was impressed because that was a move he would pull. But you? You were mortified.

"Oh...no, Maker. I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, Commander, please don't - "

"Did you just kiss me?" He gasped, one dark eyebrow shooting up in amused curiosity. But he knew the answer. He could see it all over your adorable, flustered, face - could feel the burn of your fervent gaze.

"I...Commander, I - "

"Poe," he corrected, wetting his lips as he closed the space between you. "You kissed me."

"Poe, I'm sorry," you stammered, your body aflame with embarrassment and desire - the two battling to make you combust.

"I'm not," he breathed, sliding one arm around your waist as his lips covered your own. He licked hotly into your mouth, gripping your hips to pull you flush against the breadth of his chest.

You whimpered into his mouth, your body wilting into his touch as he pushed you up against the nearest wall. Your head hit the solid stone with a bit of a thud, but that didn't slow him down.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he groaned against your ear, his hands drifting to new territory. A line was being crossed and if you were uncomfortable, he wanted to be sure...

"Don't stop," you panted as his delicious thigh found its way between the spread of your legs. This was quite literally the stuff of your fantasies.

Reaching blindly for his shoulders, to try to somehow steady yourself, you actually moaned just from the feel of his solid muscle pressing right up against your core.

"Baby, why didn't you just say something?" He roughly whispered, toying with the fastening point of your trousers. "I would have done this so long ago."

The whine that worked its way out of your throat as he caught your eye should have been embarrassing. "Can I?"

With a breathless nod, you tried not to make any more humiliating noises as he worked your pants open, sliding his hand inside to cup your soft mound.

"Fuck," he groaned, dragging one long finger over the soft cotton of your panties. "I haven't even touched you and you're already wet. This is for me?"

"All the damn time," you gasped, squirming against his palm to try and force the friction for which you were so desperate.

"Shit, baby," he hissed, his hot breath falling on your ear as his body caged you in. As his fingertips dragged your panties aside, you gripped his biceps for support, hardly able to believe this was really happening.

"I thought this was all in my head. I thought it was only me," he groaned, teasing your folds with frustrating efficiency. "But you're soaked."

You cried out as those tempting fingers eased their way inside. Pushing in deep with a slight curl, Poe beckoned your whole body forward, silencing your whine with the heat of his tongue. His fingers swirled, fingertips massaging the deep core of you - the languid thrust of his tongue inside your mouth synching with the plunging inside you. The slight stretch of it set you on fire.

His muscled thigh came up under his arm, pushing it in deeper and giving you support to fuck yourself down over his hand.

"That's right, baby, take what you need," he groaned, mouthing a trail to the sensitive spot just under your ear.

You felt wild and desired and a little scandalous for doing this in a public area - anyone could walk up and see you, but you didn't care. This scenario had played itself out in your own bed, with your own fingers, a dozen times at least.

"Poe," you whined, grasping the sleeves of his uniform - the very suit you were likely ruining. "Poe, please..."

He growled your name right back, doing the best he could in this position to rut against you too. "You know how long I've waited to hear you say my name like that?"

He didn't give you time to answer - instead pushing his thumb over your swollen bundle of nerves, sending your back arching wildly off the wall as the most desperate cry pushed past your lips.

"Love the sounds you make for me, baby, doing so good." His fingers worked you furiously, catching your little gasps and whimpers in his open mouth, breathing hotly right along with you as you fell apart for him.

The rocking motion of your hips stilled as your hot core coated his hand with your juices. He kissed you again, easing his fingers out of you, leaving you to sigh in overwhelming relief.

"Is this what you're thinking about when we're sparring?" He teased, easing back to grant you that cocky smirk.

"Mm...yes," you lazily nodded, your chest heaving as you came down from the greatest pleasure you'd ever felt. "And you, Commander?" You challenged right back. "Is this what you're thinking about when we're sparring?"

Pulling his bottom lip temptingly between his teeth, he gripped your hips, dragging you against his obvious arousal. "All the damn time."

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IVY AND IRON THORNS

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a medieval au / sir simon riley x lady reader / reader’s discretion advised series contains descriptions of gore, violence, religious practices, century typical sexism and gender roles, forced marriage, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, legal age gap (reader is early 20s, simon is mid 30s)

in which a lady who’s always expected the world to be given to her has everything torn away. and the only ally in she has in a strange land is a solemn knight with a stormy past.

the epigraph—

chapter I— betrothed to the prince of a nearby land, you set out on a journey that changes your life forever.

chapter II— arriving at castle tharn, you are thrust into the startling reality that you are at the mercy of those who govern these unknown lands.

chapter III— called to have an audience with the lord of the castle, you leave questioning the life you've known

chapter IV— summary coming

chapter V— summary coming

chapter VI— summary coming

chapter VII— summary coming

chapter VIII— summary coming

chapter IX— summary coming

the aesthetic—

taglist open / updated 09.22.24

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New FEH 'A Day in the Life' Comic! With F!Alear, M!Alear, Ivy, Lumera, Veyle, & Sommie!

[luuxxart]

important dynamics to take note of ✍️

[jebbeesketches]

Alear and Ivy snuggles :3