#Lavender Avery

[tokibuns]

she was too cute NOT to draw 😭 | phobia belongs to @katrinthecat !!

[cringefail-clown]

you guys remember the post ive made about classpecting my old ocs and how their session would be Terrible? well here they are. i imagine theyd be a bunch of college students who once were childhood internet friends that kinda fell apart, but decided to reconnect over winter break by playing a new and fresh game that just appeared on the market. chaos ensues

[pamsimmerstories]

Pictures with family and friends ♥

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[realitydollhouse]

Cute chick

[devotedsims]

another successful island party!

[onyxhellebore]

I have officially stopped buying samples from my favorite perfumer bc she also has small bottles that are the right amount of perfume for me to use before the perfume goes bad with the way that I rotate through my perfumes and I ALWAYS end up going back for the bottle. I just cracked open one of my new samples today and was like oh, I want to smell this way every single time I'm in the mood to read as trustworthy and nice instead of kind but vaguely unsettling. And it's limited edition I BARELY got to it in time before she cycles that one out for the summer scents.

[astrolotte]

screaming crying sobbing. forced to cope with the fact that no one cares about my fnaf ocs But Me

[trixicbean]

lavender haze and maroon are gay

i mean carnations

keep me in the lavender haze

fuck you tay

also anti hero personal attack

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of february

avery r. young peestain

claudine toutoungi future perfect

david rivard bewitched playground: "not guilty"

brian kim stefans the future is one of place

lisa gill post-traumatic rainstorm

clare pollard pinocchios

rebecca lindenberg love, an index: "catalogue of ephemera"

etel adnan the arab apocalypse: "xxxvi"

stanley moss god breaketh not all men's hearts alike: "a blind fisherman"

robert browning an epistle containing the strange medical experience of karshish, the arab physician

tom sleigh beirut tank

khaled mattawa ismailia eclipse: "date palm trinity"

mark levine unemployment (3)

lucia cherciu butter, olive oil, flour

reginald shepherd fata morgana: "you, therefore"

john updike claremont hotel, southwest harbour, maine

bruce smith the other lover: "february sky"

johnny cash forever words: the unknown poems: "don't make a movie about me"

eamon grennan what light there is & other poems: "jewel box"

eduardo c. corral in colorado my father scoured and stacked dishes

thomas mccarthy the beginning of colour

divya victor curb: "blood / soil"

henneh kyereh kwaku in praise

joanna fuhrman to a new era: "lavender"

rosemary catacalos sight unseen

sam willetts digging

megan fernandes winter

jaswinder bolina the plague on tv

juan felipe herrera notes on the assemblage: "almost livin' almost dyin'"

kofi

[lyrakanefanatic]

hiiiiii 250 followers is SO WELL DESERVEDDDD OMG

could i request ☕️averyjameson where he’s just obsessed w her hair?? and also 🌙 bc im curioussss

THANK YOU SMM <33

and sure!

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Jameson’s eyes darted away from his phone as he watched Avery walk out of the shower, her hair still damp as she was clad in cozy pj’s. His heart always felt at home just looking at her, and without meaning to, he’d gotten up from where he was laying on his bed, and walked over to her, lost in a trance as she raked her hair over to one side of her neck. She was about to pick up the brush on her vanity, when Jameson’s words stopped her.

“Can I brush your hair?” He asked, standing behind Avery as he lightly felt her wet hair. Avery seemed surprised for only a moment, before a smile touched her lips, and she handed the brush to him without turning around.

“Have at it.” She said. Jameson caught her eyes in the mirror and smiled a crooked smile. Then he took the brush, and delicately took a piece of her hair in his hand, combing the brush through it. He was immediately hit with her sweet vanilla-lavender scent, which only made him want to pick her up from the vanity chair and hold her close even more. He continued brushing her hair, slowly and softly, while listening for her breaths and sliding his hand onto her neck by the hair he was brushing. He could barely feel her pulse, but still, her heart drummed under his touch. He wondered if he was imagining the way her heart beat sped up, matching his own quick one, as he continued to brush through her hair.

He brushed the last piece of hair away, and, putting all her hair on one side of her neck, he gently pressed his lips to the other, kissing her right where her shoulder and neck met. Averys breath hitched, and just that sound made Jameson’s senses quicken. She turned her head to look at him, and all the thoughts that he had been holding back before came racing now. He moved to hold her face with one hand, before pressing his lips onto hers. Avery was quick to deepen the kiss, pulling him in closer as the kiss turned from gentle brushes to passionate kisses. Jameson held her as close as he could, but wanted to hold her closer, wanted to intertwine their bodies till they were one and the same. Finally the two separated, casting in short breaths as they gazed at one another. Jameson smiled, and it was nothing short of dangerous.

“I guess now I’m a professional hair stylist, heiress.” He said, his eyes twinkling. Avery raised a brow.

“You’ve still got a long road ahead of you. Brushing hair is the bare minimum,” She said, getting out of her chair and meeting his eyes. “There’s still so much you can’t do.” Jameson raised a brow at her. Was she challenging him? Either way, he very much liked it.

“Some skills don’t have to be cosmetology related. And I have those non related skills in spades.” He said, with a suggestive smile. He felt his smile grow as he saw the slightest blush on her cheeks, before pulling her into his arms and carrying her to bed.

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SORRY THE ENDING IS KINDA BAD I GOT LAZY AND DIDNT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO 😪😢

also i’ve been kinda slow at doing these asks bc i just got home from vacation and have been kinda taking it slow but im gonna start posting more again!!

and by 🌙 im assuming you mean a javery mood board but if u didn’t im sorry 😭😭

[tokibuns]

Here's even MORE info about Aloof BECAUSE I LOVE HER. 🙌

Her favorite food is cucumbers, though Avery dislikes their bitter taste.

That being said, she enjoys cucumber sandwiches with cream cheese and dill (yum). Avery will only accept some if Aloof dresses it up with ham and cheese.

Her favorite dessert is green tea flavored ice cream.

Aloof feels that she can be herself around Avery. The two are extremely close.

She doesn't trust Envy for a second.

Additionally, Envy is slightly intimidated by Aloof's presence. (Not pictured)

Even though it is true that they prefer their mom over their dad, she doesn't dislike him at all. She just keeps her distance from him sometimes because he cramps her style.

Fear: I'm so proud to have such a cool daughter

Aloof: *slowly inching away*

In addition to Japanese music, she likes lofi and chiptunes. Basically, music is their means of expressing themselves and their favorite art form.

Her eyes are normally half lidded but if something catches her attention, they may raise like this:

Her bass guitar is well loved, with scuff marks, excess strings, and stickers. If anything happened to it she'd kill whoever was responsible and then herself /jokeee

She is only fine with Avery calling her "Lulu". They'll bite the head off of anyone else who does.

Joy: Hey, how come Avery can call you Lulu and I can't?

Aloof: *stares back coldly* Because I said so.

Aloof is unfazed by spicy food and appears to be unfazed by Avery's terrible attempts at cooking as to not hurt her feelings.

She truly loves her family but has trouble expressing it sometimes (especially in words).

Hates physical contact when it comes to most people but will gladly accept a hug from her little sister.

Avery: *runs up to her sister for a hug* You're the best, Lulu!

Aloof: *rests her head on top of hers, returning the hug* No, you are.

Avery: *looks up to meet her eyes and pouts* No, you!

Aloof: *hint of a smile on her face* Hah, ok, fine fine. We're both the best.

Avery: Deal!

She occasionally calls Avery her "little lavender".

She tucks Avery into bed if her parents are busy.

Their purple highlights aren't actually natural, they're from dying her hair.

She and Ennui are in fact the coolest kids in Headquarters, even if they do share a single brain cell.

aaaaand that's all for now. //flops

[guppygiggles]

Short hurt/comfort fic below. Lots of angst and crying, cheer-up tickles, ler!Avery, a ton of teasing, and even some fourth-wall-breaking? Very personal, and a bit weird, but.. it was meant to be cathartic and I do feel better, so I think that's good enough right now. 💙

“Avery… What am I doing here?” 

I was seated on an old, green corduroy couch, which I instantly recognized as the first couch I’d ever bought. How he'd managed to get it here – wherever here was – baffled me; it had been years since I donated that ratty thing to Goodwill. 

Apart from myself, the couch, Avery, and the armchair he was seated in, everything as far as I could see was white, even the floor. I was reminded of “The Construct” scene from The Matrix. 

“You're always here… this is your mind. I merely constructed this space so that we could talk,” he explained. 

“Uhm, okay… Suspending my disbelief, for a moment… What do you want to talk about?” 

Avery's long legs were crossed, his arms folded over his chest. He did not look happy, but despite his stern expression, I couldn't help but admire him; clad in a lavender button down and khaki pants, he looked as soft and sweet as cotton candy. 

“I hear you, you know… all these self deprecating thoughts you have.” 

I fidgeted, already getting an inkling of where this was going. I studied the featureless white floor, lips pursed.

Avery continued, “I try not to invade your privacy by listening, but… I live here, and you can be quite loud. Generally, you make me proud by quieting those criticisms… But, sometimes, you indulge thoughts I cannot abide. I think you know what I'm referring to, don't you?” 

I didn't meet Avery's gaze. 

“Casper? Shall I repeat it?” 

I whimpered, my head snapping forward. 

“No! No, please don't.”

“Why not? Is it because you don't want your friends to read the absolutely ridiculous thought you had about your art, because you already know what they'd say?” 

I tried to resist it, but a warm flush colored my cheeks. I looked away from him, again. 

Avery sighed, shook his head, and smiled in exasperation. 

“Alright, dewdrop. If you won't talk to me, let's have it out.” He stood, rolling up his sleeves. 

“N-No, I just… I can't!” I squeaked, hiding my face in my hands. “I can't talk about it, I just… Nobody understands. I just try so hard, and…” I was starting to choke up. My brow furrowed in frustration – why did he have to put me through this? 

“Now, you know that's not true. You think you're the only artist who has ever struggled? Come, now.” 

“I’m just so late to the game… And, I should be further along than this. I've been drawing for six months now, and I still can't get proportions right… I still can't draw with depth… I still can't shade… My friends deserve better than what I can make… ”

I felt the couch move beside me, and then two huge arms encircled my body. I leaned weakly into his chest, his skin providing cool relief for my emotional flush. He was as soft as ever.

“Casper… You can't hang your self worth on the opinions of others. I know you love your friends – and, for the record, they obviously love your art – but you can't allow what anyone else thinks to determine whether you continue this journey or not.” 

He shifted, crooking a finger under my chin and tilting my head up. Two hot tears streamed down my face as I stared into his clear, gentle eyes. 

“I've heard you say these words, yourself: ‘You do not need to create to be worthy of love’. Why don't you believe that, when it's you? Why do you think other people inherently deserve kindness, patience, and love, but that you have to earn it?”

He studied my face as I tried, and failed, to control my sobbing. An answer was shared wordlessly through a series of mental images – we did inhabit the same mind, after all. 

“Oh, Casper…” He tugged my trembling body into his huge embrace once again. “I know, I know… It's okay.” 

“I'm trying,” I sniffled. 

“You’ve come so far, dewdrop… You've wanted this for so long. I've seen the joy that art brings you, and I’ll be damned if I'm going to let you lose one more thing that’s precious to you. Not if I can help it.”

“Avery,” I looked up at him, slowly, a puzzled expression on my tear-stained face, “did you just swear?”

He grinned. “Did I finally get your attention, then?” 

I turned my head into his arm, concealing my reaction. 

“Ah, ah! Don't you dare hide that smile I just worked so hard for…” 

He tried to tilt my head back up, but I turned away swiftly, shifting to face away from him. 

I heard a snicker from behind me. 

“Wrong move.” 

I gasped, leaping from the couch and breaking into a sprint. The boundless white space was so vast, I felt as though I could run forever; like I was a little kid again, energy nigh infinite, chasing a soccer ball on the playground field of my youth. 

When was the last time I had run like this? 

As my imagination blossomed, the space around me began to transform. Placid white ceiling became sunny sky, painted delicately with rolling cumulus clouds. Soft grass pushed up through the sterile floor until my pounding footsteps became muffled thuds, yellow woodsorrel sprouting like jewels in a sea of green. Warm sunshine told me it was spring, but the breeze whistled cool against my skin, quickly drying the tears from my face and clothes. 

I stood no chance of resisting; my weak smile broke into a huge grin, and finally a giggly laugh. 

Outrunning Avery, I knew, was a pipe dream… but I'd run for longer than I expected. Did I dare glance backwards…?

No sooner had the thought entered my mind than my ankles were ensnared by an unseen force. I yelped, eyes squeezing closed as I threw my hands out to brace my fall into the grass. I landed in something much softer. I opened my eyes. A beanbag? I rolled over. 

Avery was standing over me, grinning with delight. He didn't look even the least bit winded, that cheeky shit. I could see now that my ankles were wrapped in a boa of clouds. 

“Well, aren't you proud of yourself,” I quipped, a giggle rendering my sarcasm toothless. 

Avery made a gesture with his hand, and I jumped as a large shade tree appeared over us. “Hey! Jesus, warn me first… How did you even do that? How do you keep making things appear like that?” I was only delaying the inevitable. I shuffled my feet, but there was no breaking free from Avery's cloud cuff. 

“You can do it, too,” he replied, taking a seat in the grass as he began to unlance my Vans, “you made this entire field appear, just now – not even I can conjure something that big. That's the thing, Casper… You can't help but create, even when you're not trying to. It just pours out of you, which is why it's simply ridiculous that you'd give credence to a thought like ‘giving up on art’. Come on, now. Do you really think you could do that? Do you really think it would be fair to relinquish such a special and integral part of you?” 

I looked away, sheepishly. Avery continued. 

“I think we need to do some positive affirmations.” He set my shoes aside, and then unceremoniously pulled off each of my socks, stuffing them into my shoes. 

“Avery! Can't we talk about this?” I whined. The gentle breeze caressed the soft undersides of my bare feet, causing my toes to twitch. I took a deep breath, trying to keep from blushing. 

“I have been trying to talk about this! You are the one who keeps clamming up when I try to get you to come around. I think some gentle persuasion is in order, at this point.” He winked, wiggling his fingers in my direction. My stomach filled with butterflies; there was no stopping my blush, now. I shifted on the beanbag, but Avery's hands clasped my legs, keeping me still. 

“Ah, ah! You stay right there. I was kind enough to only bind your ankles, but we'll go for more, if you fight me.” 

I sunk back into the beanbag, folding my arms across my chest in a flustered pout. I avoided Avery's gaze. 

“Now, then… Let's start with this. I want you to say ‘I am a good artist’.” 

“I'm not going to say something I don't believe is true!” I bit, curling my toes in defiance. 

“Double nickels on my dime… Very well. Let's see if a little tickling can change your tune, hm?” With that, Avery’s plush fingertips began moving in an undulating ‘come hither’ motion along the soles of my feet. 

My face scrunched as I worked to resist it, squirming in the beanbag as I clamped my lips together, my trapped feet wriggling as much as their restraints allowed. 

“Oh, Casper, come on. Are you really going to make me be mean? Do I need to break out my worst teases already?”

Avery changed his tactic, abandoning my left foot so that he could hold my right toes back, using his free hand to scribble quickly along the sole. 

A surprised squeak turned into a series of titters that leaked from my sealed lips, and I covered my face with my hands. 

“Arrgh… A-Avery… C-come ohohohon!” 

I gasped as I felt my wrists captured by soft cuffs, which pulled my hands down and placed them neatly in my lap. He really was going to be mean about this!

“Say it, Casper… or else.” 

I stole a glance down at him – I might as well, since he wasn't going to let me cover my face, anyway – just to see him smirking challengingly up at me, his face a mask of determination. 

“God dahaahahahamn yohohohou!” I cried, my suppressed tittering breaking into a steady stream of helpless giggles. 

“Casper! Is that any way to speak to me? Alright, then… You asked for it. Coochie coochie coo~” he teased. “Awww, does someone have ticklish feet? I think they doooo~” Avery swished his hand again, conjuring a pair of ghost hands to hold each set of my toes back, while he tickled and scritched merrily along both of my soles. 

I squealed in frustration as I felt my blush immediately spread to my ears. He was really pulling out all the stops for this… How long could I resist, realistically? Perhaps it would be easier to give him an inch… Maybe he'd be satisfied, then? My brain was already growing fuzzy from his teasing. 

“Fihine! I'm a goohoohohood artihihist!” I laughed, arching my back as I endured the torturously gentle tickling. 

Avery stopped, grinning triumphantly. 

“There, now! Was that so hard? Let's move onto the next one!”

“Next one!? Oh, hell no! I am not doing any more of these!” 

My eyes widened as, in an instant, Avery was on top of me. He straddled my hips, lifting my restrained wrists over my head and invisibly pinning them there. Then he took my chin in his hand, forcing me to look into his fierce eyes. A chill ran down my spine as I felt his unwavering resolve.

“We're going to do as many as it takes for you to show yourself the same care that you show others. We're going to do these until you believe in yourself and your art. I have to live in your head, and I do not want to live in a place where I have to hear negative things like this said about my fellow. Am I making myself clear?”

I swallowed hard, but somehow, still mustered the nerve to argue. 

“Please, Avery…” 

“The next thing I want you to say is ‘I am worthy of love and friendship’, and when you say it, I want you to know that it includes when you're not doing things for other people. Not helping them, not creating for them, none of it. You are worthy just on your own, just for being you.”

“I can't…” 

Avery lifted his hands to my armpits, hovering mere inches from my short-sleeve t-shirt. 

“I know how you feel about being tickled here, and if you don't say it, right now, I'm going to tease you within an inch of your life until you do.” His eyes were ever kind, but they were serious, too. 

I whimpered, clicking my teeth together. There was no hiding in this position… All I could do was close my eyes, so I did. Feelings of disappointment, inadequacy, and loneliness washed over me. Could I ever really measure up to those I respected? Me, a person so damaged, and so many years behind? Could I really expect anyone to care about me when I wasn't doing something to make myself useful to them, or to make them happy? 

“Casper, look at me.” 

I complied, frowning. 

“If anyone else asked you these questions, what would you say? Would you really tell someone they're too late to be good at something? Would you look someone in the eye and tell them that they only have worth when they're doing something for you?” 

“No…” 

“Of course not. You deserve that compassion, too. Now, I want you to prove that you believe that. Say it for me, dewdrop.” 

“I… am worthy…” 

“Of…?” 

“...” 

“Come on, you're so close…”

“...” 

“I'll make you sing, then. Tickle, tickle, tickle! Coochie coochie coooo~! Awww, poor ticklish boy… Are you ticklish under your arms, right here? Let's see!” 

I had no strength left to resist – as Avery lowered his whirling fingertips to my pits, I howled with laughter, my blush flooding all over my face and neck. My hands twisted uselessly in their bonds as I squirmed beneath him, my heart fluttering as he gently tickled over my thin shirt. 

“AHAHAHAHhahavery! Plehehehehease NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!” 

“I've given you plenty of warnings, I've been patient… now the kid gloves are off. Say it, Casper. Say it!” 

“I’M WOHOHORTHY OF LOHOHOVE!” 

“And…?” He slipped his fingers into the sleeves of my shirt, gently scribbling my bare underarms. 

My stomach did somersaults as I squealed with laughter so forceful, I could barely get the words out. 

“AHAHAHAND FRIENDSHIHIHIP!” 

“There we gooo~! Ohh, I am so proud…” He finally relented, wrapping his arms around my torso and pulling me into his softness. 

My cuffs dissipated, and I instantly wrapped my arms and legs around him, clutching him to me as I buried my face in his shoulder. He stroked my shock of blue hair, comforting me as I caught my breath. 

A warmth spread through my chest – while it certainly wasn't a cure-all, I had to admit… I did feel better. Perhaps some of the affirmations really did seep in, at least a bit. 

“I won't make you say any more, today… I think you've had enough. But we will be repeating this exercise, if I start hearing all that unkind self-talk again. Clear?” 

“Crystal,” I whispered after a moment, leaning my cheek against his cloudy head. 

[pamsimmerstories]

We are officialliy saying goodbye to gen 2 and starting gen 3!

Like I said before, my save was kind of broken and even with backup, i thought it was better to just transfer them to another save. That's what I did, but I was so mad that I just wanted to start "fresh". So, Mal's gen is going to start tomorrow!!

I'm so excited! HAHA

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[ask-disear-sisters]

Welcome to the ask blog of Avery and Aloof! ✨

[Index]

These two are eager to answer some questions, but please consider the following before asking:

WHAT IS ESTABLISHED (SO FAR):

Disear is canon in this universe, and Fear and Disgust got hitched. :)

Aloof (pictured on the left) is their oldest daughter of 13, and Avery (pictured on the right) is their youngest at only 6.

They do not have any other **biological** relations to the rest of the emotions (in Riley's mind) besides their own parents.

GUIDELINES:

No inappropriate asks, meaning no NSFW. (Cussing is allowed, but keep it lighthearted and to a minimum)

Be sure to clearly address the question to the character you're asking it to. "Hey Avery, (...) ?" "What does Aloof think about (...) ?" (You can also address them both if you'd like!)

This ask blog is not limited to Aloof and Avery - you may also send asks to their friends (AKA - the rest of my IO fankids! You can find their references in the index).

You may also ask questions to Fear and Disgust if you'd like. However, I'd like to keep it mainly about their love/family/marriage life, relationships with their daughters, etc. in order to keep the topic of this blog relevant. Anything straying too far away from these topics may be ignored.

(For example, a question like "What's Fear's favorite movie?" will be dismissed. But, if altered to something like, "What's Fear's favorite movie he likes to watch with Avery?" - it's acceptable!)

***Please be courteous and limit the amount of times you send me questions, especially if I have answered one of yours already.

I may change/add certain guidelines how I see fit.

That's it in terms of ground rules. Have fun!

And if you're having trouble coming up with a question, here's a couple tips:

You're not limited to just questions, you can also have them ✨️do stuff✨️ and interact with you or the others.

That being said, you can ask Avery for a hug if you need it. She doesn't mind. 🫂

You can request to see glimpses of their past, from as young as when they were babies.

TAGS:

#lavender child - Avery

#bellflower child - Aloof

#sun child - Dee (Determination)

#peach child - Gratitude

#blueberry child - Timmy (Timidity)

#ask - questions I've answered

#reblog - posts I like!

[cherryschaos]

TIG Characters as Random Things I’ve Said because I GRADUATED

Grayson: Yes. I'm capable of prosocial behavior stop acting surprised

Jameson: I need a clever way to hide lavender scented things around the house

Libby: Someone is gonna rob the house and be so confused about why I have a cute bottle with cat whiskers inside

Max: Everyone here is dressed like a wizard…I knew college was a cult

Xander: Are you trying to do the single ladies dance or is that some kind of granny cha-cha?

Nash: I can't believe we are a whole jar of pickles

Jameson: Assert your dominance over the intersection

Gigi: Why is third floor coffee better than the ER coffee????

Alisa: *with a straight face* Remind me to tell you about the guy who called himself a dickless dinosaur later

Avery: Idk what they want me to learn from reading court files, but I enjoy access to the confidential information inside

Jameson: I'm playing 4D chess okay

Xander: Evil acrobatics

Nash: I'll glue you back together

Gigi: Is that anato-mcly right…I mean anatomically right

Max: Sleep lets your body clear out your brain trash

Grayson: Love isn't real

[brightlotusmoon]

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