#Maybe he'd like anklets and necklaces?

[whspermy-name]

I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING FOR THIS😭

OH OH OH!! UH!! JEWELRY?¿

[mouwrites]

Creepypasta/MH - How They Would Welcome You Back (after not seeing you for a while)

Characters: Nina the Killer, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Tim/Masky, Jane the Killer

Nina

Shouts your name when she sees you, and BOLTS into you

She crashes against you, almost losing her balance from the sheer force

Her arms are flung around you, pinning your own arms to your sides with surprising strength

"Eek! Y/n! Aah... I missed you so much!"

She giggles as she finally lets you go, settling her hands on your shoulders while she looks at you with a huge smile

She compliments your appearance eagerly, and blushes when you do the same

She can't stop giggling throughout the whole process though

Literally nonstop... but she's just so happy!!

Normally she'd suggest a more exciting hangout, like stalking people at the mall or... y'know... putting the laughter in slaughter or smth legal activities

But this time she just wants to stay home and hold you :3

And maybe watch a movie with ice cream too!

Jeff

Pretends to be all nonchalant about it

"Oh, you're back. Hey."

Especially if others are around

But his eyes keep lingering on you, and though you're across the room it feels like he's looming over you

His presence is just so..... unsettling? Like, more than usual lol

Bro's just watching so closely

It'd make anyone nervous, but if you're dating Jeff you're definitely crazy enough not to be too disturbed

Because you know what's actually waiting for you when you're alone

Not murder, but:

He throws an arm around your shoulder and another under your knees, scooping you up wordlessly

Then it's cuddle time :]

He'll be doing something else while you cuddle, and he won't say anything, but if you try to move or get up he'll glare daggers at you

In his mind, you're making up for lost time together

Eyeless Jack

He'd have been waiting for your return

No matter how long he had to wait, he was always ready

Clean home (well, as clean as a cannibalistic demon's home can be), hot food ready, fluffy blankets on the bed...

So when you finally do come, he gets straight to the point

The point being spoiling you ofc

He loves taking care of you; that's his way of showing affection

So he's just excited to finally do that again!

He wouldn't have given you any physical affection when seeing you I think

The most he'd have done would've been to grab your hand to lead you along

"Y/n! I'm so glad to see you again... come on, everything's ready for you."

Tim/Masky

He's dumbfounded when he sees you again

Like, he just blinks at you

It's as if he never expected you to return :(

"Y/n..?"

Then he pulls you into a hug, finally processing the fact that you're there

The same smell of cigarettes and coffee fills your nose, and you breathe it in deeply

(He's lowkey doing the same with your smell)

The hug finishes with one more super-tight squeeze, then he pulls away to look at your face

"Hey."

He's so smooth guys <3

But on a real note, he's just so surprised to see you; he doesn't know how to react

Trust me though, he's never letting you go again

Jane

I think she'd have something planned too

So when she sees you again, she gets really excited

She tries to keep it somewhat cool though, greeting you warmly with a kiss on the cheek and a hug

But you can tell she's trying not to act excited... she's rocking on her heels way more than "usual" (never)

Finally she tells you to close your eyes, and you can really tell she's excited now

She puts something in your hands and kisses you on the mouth

When you open your eyes, you see a jewelry box in your hand

It's your favorite form of jewelry (ring, necklace, bracelet, anklet, etc) in your favorite gemstone/color!!

She loves seeing you wear the things she gets you, especially when she puts so much thought into them

Just like she did this time ;3

Bit of a different style from the other one, but here we go!! Thank you so much for reading, take care my duckies! <3

(divider by saradika)

[partycatty]

bit of a niche request but older johnny getting you an engraved tag/pendant to show others that you’re his? i just think it would be so cute if he did that 🫣 could be vaguely nsfw if you wanted ok im running away now bye!!!! 🏃‍♂️💨

dark star!older!johnny cage > mine all mine

warnings: ohhhhh evil sick and twisted and fucked up dark star johnny but hes the DILF THIS TIME!!!

notes: someone put me down where i stand im going batshit insane.,. also sorry this is small i only have so many ideas in my chrome dome.,. more fics otw if this gets received well :3

[ masterlist ]

• older johnny is more emotionally mature than our usual dark star younger counterpart, he's just more... possessive.

• he was a fine man before he met you, kind and honest with a pretty smile, toned down after his youth escaped him, but you sparked some kind of life in him that ate away at everything he considered to be good about himself. you needed to be marked up, labeled, tacked to a wall with his name painted across your body or he'd lose it.

• johnny's intentions were pure at first but had gone completely unchecked, letting him spiral into madness at the thought of losing you. he knew he was an attractive star, it was others he was worried about. you were his.

• dog tags with his name, necklaces, anklets, rings, clothes with your anniversary stitched into the sleeve, this man will give you anything that shows off you're together. matching outfits are a must when you're able to dress up, and he will happily throw you every credit card under his name to get your hair and nails done. all you have to do is make a passing comment about being in disrepair and he's already licking his thumb to count the cash in his wallet.

• johnny's a tracker, always worried you'll be lost to him at any given moment. location sharing apps, maybe a tracker or two in your car... not that you knew they were there.

• hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the large crowd that's more focused on him anyway. he becomes animalistic, unironically baring his teeth at those who spare an extra glance at your form in that pretty dress he splurged on for you. his grip on your back turns into fisting the fabric, bunching it up between his fingers as he contains his anger.

• wants you to be no more than his trophy. even if you're functional and capable, johnny insists to be the sole provider of everything. everything. you barely have to lift a finger for the rest of your life. trying to offer otherwise may result in an argument that digs at his ego.

• to everyone else, you're the ideal couple. he's a hard worker, dedicated, strong, loyal, and literally so jaw-droppingly fine. you'd know he has a nasty side, one he fights to keep between the two of you.

• "you don't need me," he hisses through gritted teeth. "you think i'm just some weak man, can't provide for my woman? is that what you think?" his arms are crossed, looming over you with a foul expression. "what part of 'i'll take care of everything' is so hard to understand? it's like you try to test me."

• unlike mk1 dark star johnny, this version is focused solely on your pleasure during sex. for once, he feels irrelevant, drunk on your whimpers and squirms under his big arms. he hones in easily into your cunt, his fingers buried deep inside and pumping to the point of pain. if his arm is cramping, he's not feeling it. he's too occupied trying to make you cum... again... and again...

• you're all he lives for. you're above cassie, above the special forces, leagues above earthrealm as a whole. you're his universe, his oxygen and everything that keeps him alive. if anyone or anything spares a passing thought about harming you, or worse, taking you away from him, johnny would fully consider falling to darker tactics and morals to keep you by his side.

[nanaminsmoon]

onyankopon x blackfem!reader🫶🏾 (mdni.) + wc:1216

'who can do hair?' had been the caption on the ig story that led to ony’s head buried in the space between your legs. with your thighs on either side of his half-done hair, ony had you spread out on the couch as his tongue sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. you in this very position had been the only thing on his mind since the second you opened the door, wafting the smell of vanilla and cocoa butter in his face, as his eyes busied themselves scanning your form. the only coverage of your body had been short ass shorts, and a cropped camisole—both serving no purpose because your nipples would be visible through the thin fabric, and your cheeks would be greeting him with every sway of your hips as you led him to your living room. having your back turned to him gave ony the perfect opportunity to openly look you up and down, a sly smirk spreading on his face when he’d see your painted toes and golden anklet that matched the necklace at the center of your chest.

it was as if, as soon as he saw the jewellery, ony knew that his lips would be meeting the skin next to it, in delicate and languid kisses. like he had already foreseen the image of his trimmed fingernails forming dips in the fat of your thighs, as he pushed them against your chest—the sound of your skin meeting beating his eardrums. ony didn’t know what the final straw had been; maybe it was the smile you had flashed him as you laughed at one of his jokes, maybe it was his direct view of your chest as you stood in front of him, or maybe it had been the glazed look in your eyes when you realised you couldn’t hide his effect on you anymore.

ony had been trailing his fingertips along the backs of your calves, mahogany orbs zeroed in on your face to measure your reaction. all attempts at putting on a cloak of composure failed to cover you from the neck down because, being sat so close you could feel his breath hitting your skin, ony could see everything. he’d take note of the way your chest rose and fell faster, he’d catch onto the way your hand fumbled with the rattail comb in your grip, as you parted his hair, and there was absolutely no way of hiding your goosebumps when his hand would flatten on you, to wrap around the back of your thigh.

“you good?”, a harsh swallow would travel down your throat as you smiled feebly at him. but ony would just shrug.

“i'm chillin’”, he’d shake his head, “just gettin’ comfy”, he'd say, and you’d nod at him before resuming your task on his head.

in the end, his hands ascending to replace the fabric covering your ass would be the thing to grant ony your attention again. it’d also be the thing to force your hand to substitute the comb for his shoulder as you leaned down to meet your lips. somehow that’d land you in ony’s lap, moving on him, before he got fed up and moved you to the couch. everything from then on was a blurry montage of events; one second you’d be lifting your hips from the leather to help him wiggle your shorts down, then your legs would be forced open by his head obstructing their connection. aimless fingers would then be moving over his twists, as the actions of ony’s mouth produced obscene noises that overrode the sound of the tv show you’d put on. it was no wonder you came on his face so quickly, sighing and cussing to yourself as unfettered moans escaped your lips. and ony would make quick work of cleaning you with his mouth, obviously in a rush to appease the hard length underneath his tech.

one of ony’s hands would hold your legs open, and the other would gather your arousal on his tip before pushing into you very slowly. eager fingertips would be underneath your top, digging into your waist as ony’s tip reached deeper inside you with every thrust. one half of the duo that had been challenging his self-control since you opened the door would momentarily be bare, before it’d be hidden in between ony’s lips. and the other half would have a large hand enclosed around it, as ony’s dick had your back detaching from the couch.

“you're so fucking tight”, his lips spoke around your nipple, ”better not be giving any other niggas this treatment when you do their hair”, he'd say, rutting into you.

“j-just you, i s-swear”, you'd promise, and pride would make ony quickly pull out of you, only to empty your lungs of air when he slammed back into you again. sensations would be hitting you from all angles; the feeling of him driving into you achingly well, his lips decorating your ankle and shin, and the repeated contact of your ass cheeks and his hip bones.

the actual reason why ony was there had been long forgotten by the both of you, so there’d be no hesitation from either party when you’d reach a hand to his head to pull him into you, and messily kiss his lips. ony’s tongue would glide past your lower lip, moaning at the sweet taste of your lipgloss, before it’d enter your mouth and move against yours. the kiss would have both of you moaning into each other’s mouths, with your toes even curling in their place around his waist. but ultimately it’d be ony's hand sneaking down to your clit that would pull your orgasm over you. your walls flexing around him, coercing ony's own release out of him.

“you want my nut in you, ma?”, he'd ask, and you'd nod while whining out an incomprehensible 'yes' into his ears. your lips moving to kiss at his earlobe would be the thing to pause ony’s hips inside of you. and he’d fill you until he felt empty and all he could do was barely hold his body weight up so he wouldn’t crush you as he caught his breath. he’d retreat from the crook of your neck, and pepper honeyed kisses on your palm when your hand would rise to neaten the hairs you’d messed up,

“you know you still gotta pay me, right?”, you'd ask playfully, and ony would laugh at you before kissing your forehead.

“the dick ain't give me a discount?”, he'd ask, and you'd shake your head, ”how ‘bout if we fuck one more time?”, he’d look up to your eyes through his thick eyelashes, as his lips kissed your burning skin and his dick slowly started moving in and out of you again. still sensitive, your lips would start making noise without your permission, and ony would smile at your endearing behaviour,

“fuck—make it two and i'll give you the whole thing for free”,

“bet.”

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[thebearer]

some carm + jewelry thoughts after reading your blurb about his dangling chain:

-he buys you a gold anklet with a “c” charm on it so he can watch it dangle when he puts your legs up on his shoulders to fuck you

-he has a signet ring embossed with a design (maybe a bear? st anthony? family crest?) and he turns it so the design is facing inwards and he spanks you so it leaves a brand on your ass

-after the big checks start coming in he buys you an exorbitantly expensive necklace and fucks you with nothing else on

omfggggg smut ahead minors dni 18+ but i have to elaborate

ok number one the anklet???? yes. yes. yes.

you mention wanting one, sorta in passing, and carmen's like weirdly adamant about you getting one lol??? you don't really understand why but he shows up a few days later with one you'd shown him online, except it has an embellishment. a tiny 'c'.

carmen's kinda blushy about it but you're beaming and squealing and just smothering him in affection bc it was so cute and sweet, and he really was too!!

then you quickly realize why carmen likes the anklet so much when he's putting it on you, then your legs are up in the air thirty minutes later as a "thank you".

your heels are digging into his shoulders, and normally his eyes are on you solely when he's fucking you especially like this. but you keep catching him staring at your anklet, fucking you hard, gripping your claves while he watches it bounce lightly.

maybe it's the thought that he has a sorta mark on you now. wherever you go, you've got something that symbolizes your his- that he's yours.

it was his grandfathers, then mikey's, and then his. mikey gave it to him when carmen went to new york because "you're a big shot now. need the ring to match since you're gonna be goin' to all that fancy shit, carm."

the ring was gold with a black onyx surface, a gold encrusted 'B' in old english font laid on top so it stood up. carmen didn't wear it often, didn't want to lose it or damage it, but every now and then- on date night, mainly, he'd wear it.

and you loved it.

the chain, nice outfit, plus pinky ring? you were drooling. watching him grab the door handle, cut your food, hold your hand in the car. you couldn't help yourself. he knew you couldn't either. it's why when you got home, he just nodded and you were over his lap.

carmen would take his time pushing up your dress, letting his hand glide over the small of your back, down your exposed cheeks, smug at the way you shuddered in excitement. he'd turn the ring around so the etched side was inwards, cracking his hand down on your ass over and over.

you'd squirm and mewl, gripping onto his legs or the sheets. carmen would just stare, mesmerized by the faint emblem showing on your skin only for a flash before fading.

the bear had made the chicago tribune after a raving review from a lifestyle travel influencer posted a video on the menu and it went wild. you were booked a year out, a waitlist a mile long, a million newspapers, magazines, and interviewers wanting a chance to write about the bear. it was buzzing around chicago, and carmen couldn't be happier. or busier.

he felt bad that with the newfound press, he'd been busy. you'd always been understanding but still, he felt bad, heart breaking every time your shoulders would fall when he said he had to work.

the two of you had just moved into the brownstone. you spent your days decorating and unboxing, showing him swatches of paint that you'd mull over for hours.

"carm, which one looks better?" you'd ask, turning around to see him standing there. only this time, he wasn't empty handed.

the infamous teal bag in hand, grinning at you proudly. "what's this?"

"a gift." carmen shrugged, pulling you over to the couch, setting you between his thighs.

you hummed, unraveling the tiny box. "you really didn't have to get me- oh my god." you were expecting a tiny piece of jewelry, not the dazzling strand of diamonds that sat on the tennis bracelet.

"carmen." you gaped, snapping the box shut, holding it against your chest. "how-how much was this?"

"doesn't matter." carmen shrugged, prying it gently out of your grasp. "let me put it on you. i wanted to get you somethin'. the restaurant is doin'... great. and ya know, i couldn't do it without you baby."

you pressed him about the price, but carmen waived it off. you knew he'd been making money- your new house and car told you that, but the kind of money to casually get gifts at tiffany's? it was new to you. a splurge still, but one that you treasured.

carmen left the necklace on, hips rolling while he fucked you in front of the fireplace, right on the new rug. he wanted to take a picture of the moment, watching you ride him, your head tipped back, diamonds sparkling still even in the low glow of the fire.

[naavispider]

Hi! What do you think the reaction of the scientists and Sullys would be if Spider, after being tortured, started acting like a human, eschewing the Na'vi's old ways? I mean, deep down he has some kind of trauma that makes him unable to go back to his old ways for fear of being tortured for it. I'm especially interested in the reactions of Kiri and Loak, although Jake and Neytiri's reaction interests me as well. Have a nice day/night!

This is a sad one because they'd notice how he wears clothes now, keeps his hair short, but there's not a lot they could actually do about it. Sure, they'd probably talk to him and ask about it, but in this scenario Spider closes down. He doesn't want to tell them what he went through, even if he could find the words. So they just sort of... have to accept it. Do you know who I think would be the first adult Spider opens up to?

Norm. It's Norm.

Firstly, Norm is a human and was probably the most involved person to raise him (outside of those useless McCoskers or whatever their names are). Spider needs someone close to eventually talk to about the conditioning he went through. Norm is steady, reliable, and kind. He is a safe person.

But what about Jake? He used to be human? Secondly, Spider does not completely idolise Norm like he does Jake. It's kind of on the edge of hero-worshipping to be honest, which adds a whole nother layer to their possible attempt at a father-son relationship. Can you ever really open up to somebody that you hero-worship, in a meaningful way? I'm not sure, maybe. But Spider is already close with Norm, so to me he is the obvious choice.

I think he'd tell Kiri first, whose eyes would fill with tears and she'd immediately encourage him to tell Jake. I think he would, with her support. She'd be super hurt that he no longer wears the anklet she made him, never wanted the new beads she carved for him, wouldn't wear the tooth necklace that Tonowari gifts him. Worst of all, he wouldn't wear his stripes again.

Kiri would miss helping him with the Yovo berry juice. She'd miss the intimacy, the carelessness of it. Spider had been gone for so long, and now she finally had him back... he was so different. She would confide in Lo'ak, who shares her concerns. Together, they decide to try and talk to him again.

"Bro, what's wrong? Why do you wear SkyPeople clothes now? Why don't you want your stripes?"

Spider's easy going smile slid off his face. "I'm just not into it anymore, bro. Leave it."

As for Neytiri? Idk, I feel like she'd just try and ignore him, obviously feeling a little bit guilty, but what good could she do now? Spider didn't even want to talk to his best friends, there's literally no point her even trying. She lets Kiri, Lo'ak, Jake and even Norm deal with it.

Spider's scars from the bleach are easily seen, and no one knows how he got them, but they couldn't imagine how depraved the explanation truly was. How brave he had to be, and just how loyal he proved himself.

[oneforthemunny]

which eddie is a thigh man? which eddie is a boob man? which eddie is an ass man? etc?

like I feel like they're all very appreciative of every part of your body but as far as like specifics.

cowboy!eddie loves a nice thigh or just legs in general. really just obsessed with your legs and thighs. maybe it's because he likes watching you straddle things (including him) but it gets him going.

mafia!eddie loves décolletage. not really just boobs (though he loves boobs) but more just that area with collarbones and your neck and your chest. he loves when you'll wear a pretty necklace (that he bought) and it just sits so perfectly there.

older!eddie... I mean you all know. he's an ass man. not even just ass but like hips and just a back side figure. but he loves an ass, any ass he'll show them all love.

modern!eddie loves your tummy. really just because he loves to lay there and lay on top of you and you just pet his hair. sometimes you'll get really fucking pissed (and a little insecure) when he'll like squeeze it but it's really bc he loves you.

bouncer!eddie loves really anything tbh. I think he'd have a weird fixation with your hands tho. like holding hands, having your hands on him (he's a small spoon for sure) just hands all the time.

janitor!eddie loves your chest. really your boobs but he won't say that out loud. loves smothering his face just in your chest and between your boobs especially. loves that shit. gets a major love boner from that shit.

dom!eddie loves your lips. really your mouth but he loves your lips. loves watching them because he alwayss knows what you're feeling bc of them. loves kissing you. loves when you suck his fingers bc he can really see them round and move. loves when you suck other things as well lol ;)

rockstar!eddie that mf might have a tiny foot fetish but in a way of its just your ankles lmao. like he's so fucking weird (I love him but you know it's true) but you wore an anklet ONCE and he was like weak in the knees. loves strappy heels where it goes around your ankle and he's always dropping to his knees to fasten them for you.

[gideongrovel]

🎫 here's a gush pass ^^ feel free to gush about whichever f/o you want, however much you want, then send this ask to 3 other self shippers (optional) !

(No pressure ofc friend! - @k1ssmeinmydreams )

Gonna talk about his goofy ass ear lobes 😂 idk why but i think its really silly when like hes jumping around and doing flips his ears just kinda flop along

it also makes me giggle when he just lets em drape over his shoulders like someone with long hair would do- but nah its just his fucking ear lobes 🤭🤭🤭🤭 also in a drawings i did once of me nibbling on his ears @/colakissing once left a comment saying E/nel's ears looked like that bubble tape gum and i think about that randomly and giggle cause i cant unsee it ever since lmaooo xD

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While i draw him with more bling, like extra piercings and rings, i do enjoy what he canonically wears already (but its more fun to add extra),,,, i do like his lil anklets,, tho feet lowkey gross me out so i hate he just has his dogs out all the time 💀 but its also funny that O/da decided "yeah he wears toe rings, but not any rings on his fingers" like thats such a choice design wise, and in universe to me, there is no straight explanation for it frankly I hope when he returns he will get more jewelry, maybe some actual rings for his fingers, as well like a necklace or two, or even like a big bulky looking one, i think it would look so pretty on him 🥰🥰🥰 O/da is a coward so i know he wont give him nip piercings,,,, but in my heart i know he'd have em

[bionicle-ramblings]

... I try not to focus on humanized Bionicle stuff, but I've seen a lot of humanized Bionicle and I remembered that Bionicle, more specifically the Matoran, Toa, and Turaga, were roughly 85% mechanical beings, so what if it was the other way around? Like, if they were 85% organic beings?

And most of these thoughts come from seeing human designs from @rrbobani

And they're Toa Metru because I'm unsupervised

Vakama, like all Ta-Matoran tool and mask makers, is seen wearing a lot of armor/gear like a coat to protect his arms from sparks, heavy pants, boots, maybe gloves, a pair of goggles he can wear around his neck, and either has in-built filters in his lungs or wears a mask/respiratory. Despite all his gear and all his washing, there's always the lingering stain of smoke and metallic dust on his callused hands and under and in his fingernails and always the smell of smoke and metal on his skin. Very warm to the touch, the guy might as well be a walking furnace and is THE BEST to lean against when it's cold. Because he doesn't want it burned or caught in anything, Vakama's hair is pretty short, compared to the other Toa Metru, but the long bits of hair he has are braids. Those come up a lot, but Vakama's braids are ones he "got" courtesy of Takua, who got bored and decided to mess with his hair for a second or two. Vakama knows how to braid his own hair and can easily redo them after a bath or shower and having braid is something of a risk for work, but he keeps them because they remind him of his friends. He follows his OG build design, having very crimson, dark red hair, and his eyes stand out greatly, being a very electeic green color. Vakama's got scars on his body over the years from tools backfiring, pieces of metal or his own fire staff catching him, being too close to the forge and then his fire resistance only lasts for so long, and even from a Vahki stun staff that left him "not quite himself" for a few weeks until he "came back" and had no idea how he got to his forge or how long he'd been there. Despite his line of work, being at a forge all day, Vakama is a clean person, usually trying to keep his clothes and himself clean because of hopefully obvious reasons, though there are places he "misses" like his hands or fingernails because they're stained from the work he does. You will not find a lot jewelry on him at all and cannot convince him to wear anymore than what he has. Sure, earrings are too far away from a forge to get burned or damaged, but he's not going to risk it. Bracelets are a no-go because they're too close to his hands, and he doesn't have to worry about necklaces for the same reasons as earrings. The only bit of jewelry he has is an anklet he made out of sheer anxiety while he was learning to be a mask-maker and wears it as a good luck charm. He doesn't have any tattoos either. He planned to get one, but Lhikan threw a wrench in the works, more specifically threw a Toa Stone in the works.

Nokama is from a more temperate climate, so she's not wearing a lot of heavy clothing, but she's a teacher, so she's got on a very professional two-piece outfit. She has lighter clothes and some coats, but usually wears temperate clothes. Unlike Vakama, her hair is very long and she ties the top/front of her hair out of it out of her face. Being from Ga-Metru, where there's a lot of science and learning, Nokama has no scars, but, ironically, has dry hands. No calluses, no blisters, no scars, just hands dry from waahing them a lot. In full baths or showers, she is able to get the skin soft again, but just washing her hands, her skin gets dry. She doesn't wear a lot of jewelry, just a necklace, bracelet, and a single earring. She didn't lose the other one, her friend just found the one and gave it to her and she holds onto it for sentimental purposes. There's the lingering smell of water on Nokama and she's not hot or cold to the touch. As a Matoran, she's mostly barefoot, save for classes or playing, where she wears light water shoes. As a Toa, those are swapped for more heavy-duty shoes that are still light weight, but made of a stronger material. She's got a fairly broad torso, but that's because her lungs are expanded for swimming better, and for holding her breath underwater for longer. Incredible fit from swimming. The girl has ink, but it's not for decoration. She has a line of academic accomplishments going down the entire length of her spine, from her neck to her waist or tail bone.

Matau is often seen in very "flashy" clothes, most often crop tops because he looks like a million and wants everyone to know. He wears "armor" in the form of leather padding, mostly due to his occupation of being a test driver, wear they're not allowed to test drive unless they're in gear; a jumpsuit, leather armor, boots, gloves, a helmet, and goggles. Matau has scars galore from tests going wrong, but the most noticeable is his arm, which has been replaced with a prosthetic due to a particularly nasty crash left him with broken ribs, some teeth that needed to be put back into place, and the sickening feeling that despite seeing how mangled and destroyed his arm was, the most pain he could feel was in his shoulder(and totally isn't loose foreshadowing to his and the Toa's future mutations into Hordika). He and other test drivers are strictly not allowed to have long hair, not unless they want that hair ripped off their scalps, so Matau's hair is very short and kind of a mess, being that it'sin a helmet all day. Despite the rest of his clothing being very fashionable, he wears heavy boots, doing so out of pure habit. No dangly or hoopy jewelry on him, but he does have some simple earrings that he wears when he's off the clock. He used to have tattoos, but they were all on his arm before it got replaced with the prosthetic. He did try to get it ingraved, but the Po-Matoran he kept going to refused to do anything for fear that their tools would be damaged beyond reapir or they would damage his arm. Speaking of the arm, the prosthetic, after being put on, got its fair share of test damage as it was soon littered with scratches and dents. Not broken, just a little scuffed up. Matau himself is very slim, having a runner's build and a high pain endurance. There's the smell of motor oil and leather on him, and there's sometimes dirt behind his ears and under his fingernails. Even with gloves on, he still has calluses and he still uses lotion to make his hands soft because dammit he just wants to.

Nuju wears long clothes all the time no matter where he is. Sweaters, jeans, coats, gloves, boots, most of which being lined with fur and made with fleece and hyde leather, he is dressed for the cold all the time because he, and other Ko-Matoran, is used to being cold, being from Ko-Metru, where it's always cold. He's either got a telescope for an eye or the telescope acts like a monical he can't ever take off, but regardless, he has the telescope eye, having gotten it when he started his line of work in the observation towers. Despite all the warm stuff he wears, he is damn cold to the touch, like a walking ice cube. He looks like he's cold, he feels cold, and he smells cold, if he stands close enough, like freshly fallen snow. He's also got very dry, very cracked hands, even though he wears gloves. It's the temperature around him, and going outside of Ko-Metru does not fix that. He has no earrings, but he does wear brouches, bracelets, and some necklaces. No scars, either, which a lot of people think is unfair because his job is somewhat dangerous, but still somehow safe. His hair is long, sweeping to his shoulders, but he keeps the front tied out of his face and braids the rest behind him. He does let it down when he sleeps, but he ties it up for work. He also looks sharp, despite the warm stuff he wears. He's not very physically built, if anything, the guy needs a snadwich and needs to go to the gym once a week. He has a good cardiovascular endurance, but he has little to no muscle, even as a Toa, despite his strength being increased. He has no tattoos either. He doesn't see the point in getting one because his telescope already marks his occupation and no one's going to ever see what he gets anyway, so why bother?

Onewa, being from Po-Metru, wears both light and heavy clothing, as in his coat and pants and durable and protect his arms and legs while his shirt is light and breathable. Like Matau and Vakama, he wears boots, but his are especially heavy duty, specifically in the toes. He's never seen without gloves or gauntlets on, has a sort of mask that hangs around his neck so he doesn't inhale rock dust, wears goggles to protect his eyes, and has a smock on so his clothes stay clean. Despite all this protection, he has a lot of scarring from scarring and working on the Kranua: a missing pinky on his hand, a split eye brow, a missing fang, both ear lobes are ripped, he has scars and scrapes all over his arms and his hands, a little toe is missing, and he thumb is shaped a little funny. The ripped ear lobes are the reason he no longer wears earrings, he only wears a necklace under his shirt, and he wouldn't be caught dead with a bracelet, don't even ask him to wear one. His hair, like Nuju's, goes to his shoulders, but he ties it up into a ponytail so it stays out of his face and off his neck. Speaking of his neck, he has a tattoo of almost the entire map of Metru Nui, one that covers his back all the way up to his neck. It is not a legitimate map, it's purely for aesthetic and for Onewa to always remember his home, no matter what. Despite bathing, he smells like hot earth and stone, though working on the Kranua does leave the scent of metal on him, though he has tried getting both scents off him many times. He also has a little ringing in his ear that happens from working with the Kranua, so that's fun to deal with for him. He, like Nokama, is not warm or cold to the touch, but his hands are very callused, though there are more scars on his palms as blisters had gotten worse and weren't treated properly because work needed to be done.

Whenua, being an archivist, is dressed for movement and comfort, so stuff like loose pants, good running shoes, a coat(maybe), and a good shirt, as he makes sure Metru Nui's history stays where it's supposed to and has to keep all the Rahi in their place. It's not dangerous enough to warrant armor, but wearing some is encouraged, as is having short hair, though Whenua keeps his tied in a bun so that he both keeps his long hair and also follows the rules. He also wears a choker necklace and has tattoos. The necklace is to show that his is an archivist while the tattoos are one on his arm of a rahi from inside the archives that caught his attention and stuck in his mind and the other is of the symbol for Unity, Duty, and Destiny on the back of his hand. Despite the occasional danger, the only few scars Whenua has are a claw mark that from one side of his face to the other, from his forehead to his jaw, and was a near miss with an escaped Rahi that they managed to get back in, a gash on his leg from an escaped Rahkshi, and a line on his head where hair no longer grows from an event he doesn't remember. If anything, Whenua just smells nice because the soap he uses smells good and it clings to his skin and hair. No receptionist desk smell, no old book smell. Just soap. He's also got some pretty soft hands, for an archivist, and his hands are very warm. He's not a walking furnace like Vakama, but his hands are just warm. Very fit and well built for an archivist, but he needs to be because if anything tries to kill him, it's better that he's strong enough to hold it back or at least fight it off. And it helps for when door mechanisms stop working and does need to be opened.

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake asked: what makes them the most happy? do they wear jewelry, if so, what’s their staple?? what do they smell like either from their cologne, perfume, shower items, YKNOW?? bedtime/night time routine?? / feeling nosey about the kids

WELL. wow these are some hard hitters. let's see what we can answer. what makes them the most happy? see now thats the deepest question you could have asked. MOST happy? we're gonna answer that one last because i don't think half of my kids know that lol.

do they wear jewelry, if so, what's their staple?

kassy is a jewelry fiend, she lives her life in excess so she's almost always got at least three pairs of every kind of jewelry; necklaces, bracelets, rings, earrings. she always has her nose piercings in; a stud on the left, and a septum piercing she gets later on. she also loves to wear body jewelry around her waist and chest, summer anklets, the girl just loves to decorate herself. i'd say 9/10 times it's gold jewelry. her staple though is probably her huge hoop earrings and millions of rings.

grant doesn't wear any jewelry, he only wears a watch. he probably wouldn't wear any jewelry unless there was sentimental reasons behind it. i think the most he'd wear is a wedding ring and maybe a thin chain/dog tag kind necklace.

alec doesn't wear much jewelry but he does wear chokers and necklaces like that on occasion. he wouldn't mind dressing up / being dressed up in jewelry for a partner or for photos but he think's he far too clumsy to wear necklaces that are long in case they get caught. he's definitely open to more jewelry if friends or partners gift him any and would probably wear them indefinitely. but yeah, alec's staple is just a simple choker, maybe sometimes with a little heart decoration or bell.

rev has their ears pierced, wearing simple diamonds or black triangle studs, and wears a long gold necklace of a crescent moon that they usually tuck under their shirt. but that's about all the jewelry they'll wear on a daily basis. dressing up for specific / fancier events they're interested in ear jewelry that curves around and decorates the whole ear, whether feathers, or a dragon, or fancy designs or it's pointed like elf ears, etc. they also have brass knuckles though they rarely use it.

nate doesn't wear any jewelry. he's not opposed to it, he just prefers to pawn any jewelry he has off for money. he does like the look of a chain though.

what do they smell like either from their cologne, perfume, shower items?

kassy will always smell absolutely delicious, she has an array of flavours but her shower items are heavy with jasmine, vanilla, honey clementine and peaches. she has a perfume she wears occasionally that has a bit of a sandalwood scent to it along with a mix of burbon vanilla. there's also hints of coconut since she moisturizes both her scalp and skin with it.

grant smells like woodland pine which is a cologne he uses. there are however also hints of gunpowder, firewood smoke, whiskey, and blood.

alec tends to love clean, fresh scents and super foamy body wash so he often will smell very fruity. hints of citrus; orange, grapefruit and mango with hints of aloe and lemongrass.

rev probably smells very earthy since they usually spend a lot of time in the forest. moss, rich mulch, pine. very much has that early morning outdoor air type smell clinging to them. along with probably hints of blood and well on the occassion wet dog but, ya know. that's only when they actually are a wet dog.

nate probably smells like a mix of aftershave and a light smelling deoderant of citrus and cedarwood.

bedtime/night time routine??

kassy usually tries to keep her routine consistant and since she's a big skincare girly, she spends time removing her make up, washing her face to her shoulders (because that counts as skincare) with a handful of products, using a face mask as she brushes her teeth. she also will make sure to moisterize before bed each night and occassionally she'll take a bath before bed jsut to unwind and relax.

grant usually will shower before bed if he's been busy, but aside from that nothing out of the ordinary. he'll check the locks, make sure all his dishes are clean and maybe read a bit before sleeping.

alec's night routine is pretty simple as well, he'll wash his face with a few products (picked out by kassy), make sure his plants are watered, brush his teeth, make a tea for his grandma and hop into bed. occassionally his nights will end a little nsfw since he's a horny devil but then he'll sleep like a little angel.

rev tends to go to bed pretty late since as soon as its dark they often like to shift and stay in the forest. chase deer, roll in the dirt, dig holes, simply just be as animalistic as they can. they feel more at peace with their body when in beast form. so sometimes they'll sleep out there like that or change just to throw themselves in bed without much of a routine at all, save that for the morning.

nate doesn't really have an extensive routine, simply just brush his teeth, shower if he needs to, hop into bed in just a pair of briefs and he's good to go. he doesn't really read or anything like that so usually it's right to sleep.

what makes them the most happy?

kassy: feeling needed/wanted, helping those she loves, laying out on a beach, having someone she can casually make out with and who's hair she can play with, sipping drinks and having food served to her. her peace and freedom. real connection and feeling safe around someone who brings colour to her world. making art with or of someone(s) in a bright and sunny room, music playing and silence to idle chichat as they focus.

grant: feeling good enough, casual and soft touches during lazy mornings. creating a family who he loves, who he makes sure knows he loves them. going camping to sight see incredible locations and stargaze. hearing i love you. hearing i'm proud of you. unexpected embraces. no longer needing a second chance.

alec: helping and pleasing and servicing his loved ones. making meals and baked goods for people. being surrounded by flowers; in gardens, in homes, to sell, to grow, to smell, to decorate with. being accepted for who he is. being absolutely destroyed in the bedroom but cared for sweetly afterwards. being in love and all that comes with it; the butterflies, the romantic dates, first kisses, the heartbreak.

rev: being in their wolf form, not having to worry about their gender dysphoria. being with the one person they love. seeing their brother happy. fighting like the bloodthirsty devil they can be.

nate: finding his soulmate. making good friendships where they can be themselves, be silly, lean on one another. being a good husband and dad. making people laugh when times are difficult. live through thrilling experiences, feel the adrenaline of running from the cops after a heist. a late night drive with the windows open whipping down the highway only to pull over miles later to make out in the back seat. being embraced into a group that could feel like family.

[outer-banks-trash]

Row wasn't supposed to be out of the Undercroft, but he'd been given the mistaken instructions to "go away and find something to do" by a Master and he'd be damned if he didn't enjoy that time. But of course security wouldn't just let him wander the halls without comment so he ducked into a room to avoid them. It just happened to be occupied, which he hadn't expected. And he had no idea whose room he was in now. The man smelled a bit like Seth, so presumably a witch, and the room looked ... magically official, so that was something.

"Yeah, I got a few comments and complaints about the service and the wardrobe here, heard you were the man to talk to." When in doubt, act like you belonged. "It's the collar. I want something else. It itches, it chafes, it leaves a weird as fuck tan line, and I gotta use a bottle brush to clean under it. And trust me, you gotta clean under it, you don't wanna see what happens if you don't. I was thinkin' maybe a nice necklace, a watch, hell, some nice bangles and an anklet if you wanna go full Boho."

Having only recently returned from London following a long overdue familial visit, Rhys could hardly believe that the one time in his three years of employment he'd left for home was simultaneously the one time the castle found itself dealing with the (somewhat) unexplained death of Portugal’s councilman. It was impossible not to feel a deep sense of guilt for not being present – given his position, his abilities… there would have been something he could have done at the very least, Rhys was certain of that much. Given his position as Head of Magic Consultants, he knew it was only a matter of time before his services were required in one way or another following his return. Dwelling on what-ifs wouldn’t help anybody. Focusing on the here and now was the only sufficient way forward.

The only thing to tear the witch from his thoughts was the sound of a voice from the doorway. Lifting his head from his hands and leaning back in his seat behind his desk, Rhys tried for a warm smile, pushing the barrage of questions to the back of his mind and shielding his thoughts to ensure nothing could be garnered from words unspoken. “Sorry, didn’t hear you knock. Everything okay?”

@krovscastlestarters

[thetwistedcryptid]

RSA oc boy Meet-cute! ~Cailean x reader~ {I think your dove-ly!}

Demanding.. that's how you'd describe NRC's inhabitants.

Whether it's Crowley overloading you with tasks whenever you ask if he'd found you a way home yet, your teachers giving you tons of homework each night, or your classmates either dragging you into trouble or needing you to bail them out of trouble. safe to say, you were rung out every day, but there was no time to rest. every time things seemed to get better or calm, here came trouble yet again. the overblots were probably the worst of it.

How were you, a magicless student, even still alive after encountering just one of those, let alone multiple? you didn't know, but didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Today, you found yourself hurrying around through the small town that was nestled in between the two schools on the isle of sages, picking up some more components for fertilizer for the greenhouse, as you had been instructed too, to prepare for some magic based gardening class. not like you could even participate, but hey - least you got a break from the gloom of NRC's campus! the island town was quite nice. people happily going about their day, the sun shining, the works.

After picking up the order of items at the shop, all the stuff being put into one bag. you attempted to heave them up and carry it- but it was too heavy.. maybe you should get a wagon? you dont know where to get one, and nor do you have any money to buy one.. no one around seemed to pay you any mind when you struggled, but soon enough you heard it..

"Halò! dae ye need sum help?"

A voice sounded behind you, a voice a rather notible accent.. scottish? well, scotland doesn't exist in this new world, so it was probably just a coincidence and most likely called something else here, but the familiarity of it caught you off guard. you dropped the bag you were trying to lift up, and spun around on your heel to look at who was speaking. it seemed to be a boy, around 15 or 16 from the looks of it, standing at around 5'8".

He was dressed rather casually- perhaps he lived in this town, or was a tourist? you didn't recognize him, as you knew practically everyone at your school at least a little, so clearly he didn't go to NRC. he wore a plain black t-shirt, plain jeans cuffed below his knees, a purple flannel tied around his waist, and sandal strap shoes. he also seemed to wear some thin black bracelets on his right wrist with one magenta beaded one on his right wrist , along with some plain thin anklets on his right ankle and a dangling threaded necklace with what seemed to be a dog tag.

He wore an enthusiastic, though slightly nervous, grin on his face that almost stretched between both of his spiked elf-ish ears. his smile showed off his pronounced canine teeth. though the main thing of note was his hair - it was buzzed on the left, the rest of his hair was sorta nose length and was swept to the right. most of it seemed to be a warm brown hue, with raven black strips here and there. it was certainly unique.. didn't appear dyed. how odd..

You had to admit that he looked rather nice - his face reminding you of ones of k-pop boys back in your world, a mix of handsome and pretty. you could easily see him posing for a magazine or promoting something in a commercial. it also carried a sort of calming and pleasant aura around him, as he smile it almost seemed like there was a beacon of light behind him (it reminded you of Kalim and his peppiness - they seemed to carry themselves in very similar ways).

You soon realized you were staring and brought yourself back to reality, cheeks tinted pink from embarrassment - though it could be excused away as you being tired from your bag struggle.

"Oh hi! um, yes actually- some help would be appreciated!"

He seemed happy by you accepting his offer, though he always seemed to be happy, at least from what you've seen so far.

You both grabbed opposite ends of the bag, and hoisted it up together. which definitely made the process a lot easier, but maybe thats just because he was heaving most of the bags weight.. hopefully this can make the process go a lot quicker too - you didn't want to get back by the time the sun was gone, it would be inconvenient.. and it would have been your reality if he never lent a helping hand. Standing side by side as you both held it atop your connected shoulders, and began to head back towards your destination, you of course directing the way. he seemed rather strong - his body being toned, though with a decent amount of chub, which you can somewhat see through his shirt as it hugged his biceps and chest while flowing a little around his abdomen.

"So, whare wee takin' this stuff?" "Back to my school! to the botanical garden, my potions teacher sent me out to get more of this stuff since it helps the plants grow better, and we needed certain blooms for the lesson tomorrow."

The boy stayed silent for a moment as they made their way up the mountain on the left side of the island, getting further from the town and closer to a place he knew he couldn't go. he hadn't seen them at RSA, he felt like he would have remembered a face as cute- uhh- as unfamiliar as theirs. and the only other school was… wait- are they that 'transfer' student he had heard about? the one from.. NRC??

"Whait- ar' yeh frum NRC? your.. tha perfect o'v that ol' dorm there, rieght?" "…yes?" "oh mo sheachdnar mhòr!! ahem sorrie- ay jus', word spreads fhast 'round here… an' a've heard sow mhuch 'bout how powerful an' brave ye ar'! how ye thook down many overblots inn'a row! it's jus' sow impressive!! can on'lhey imagine hard ye mhus'hve trained tah pull off stuff liek that ore how cool ye'r unique magic mhust bhe!"

His praise made your cheeks flush- despite how semi-thick accent, you understood his words well enough. luckily he seemed to not know you were magicless.. as that would cause issues if anyone outside of your classmates found out. Not many people complimented you or thanked you for your efforts at NRC - you got a job done, and that was that. not like you expected more, it's a school based on villains after all, but still.. this boy seemed to fill a niche that you needed. being a magicless student and taking down overblots? now that you thought about it, it was kind of impressive, on a certain level.

You gave a nervous chuckle, "yeah i guess, but im sure anyone could have done it."

He frowned as your lack of self confidence, though the bag blocked your faces from each others' view. "ay don't think sow. not tah argue ore nothin'! jus'.. ay think ye should give ye'rself mhore credit is all..."

He eventually made the two of you stop in the middle of the trail and lowered the bag down for the ground, which was somewhat helpful due to your arms being strained from not taking a break till now. He gave you a worried and sincere look. but still tried to show a smile, perhaps to console or reassure you - not wanting you to be sad if you saw that he was sad. but he wasn't ever that good at hiding how he felt, and he always felt like he shouldn't have to hide or lie about that stuff. right after setting down the bag, he grabbed both of your hands and cupped them in between his with a gentle yet firm grasp. staring into your eyes with his soft brown ones. like a chocolaty oasis frozen in time inside two spheres.

"Wee mhay not know each othare, bhut.. ay jus' wanna let ye know that.. ay.. ay think ye'r realay chool! and after interacting with you today.. i beelive y'er very lovleh as whell! a've heard sow mhuch 'bout what ye've done.. defeatin' overblots an' whatnot all on ye'r own! ev'ry time ye get knocked down, ye get bhak up! ay don' think ay could ev'a dae that.. itt proves jus' how sthrong ye ar'! most people wo'ld have left those blotters tah their fates.. bhut ye didn't! even if ye pro'lly didn't get anythin' in return f'ur helpin' 'em…"

"People talk 'bout ye all ov'a tha islan', an' over at meh school- an' ay know f'ur a fhact they admire ye an' wanna bhe jus' liek ye! ay.. aye shure dae, that's f'ur shure! ay can tell that ye we're destined f'ur great things, an ye'r already on ye'r whay there, from wut a've heard! ay swear on that witt meh whole heart tah be tha truth! sow.. please don' put ye'rself ore ye'r achivements down liek that an'more, a'ight..?"

His voice was so genuine and filled with emotion, that it tugged at your heart strings a bit. you felt compelled to tell him to lower his voice, being so close to the school. maybe one of your friends might think something is wrong, but hopefully everyone was still in class and not wandering around near the front gates. His vice boomed though the dirt and tree laced path, his words filled with passion. he hoped to get his thoughts across to you this way, not sure 0f any other way he could express himself. both of your faces were a strawberry hue as he spoke, at one point you had to remind him to breath.

When he finished, you agreed to be a bit more self confident, him getting you to do a pinky promise with him, and afterwards he immediately took your words to strong value and dropped the topic, satisfied. you both stood there in silence, you took in everything he said and were glad to meet someone so friendly and kind, a stark contrast to most of your classmates. meanwhile he was staring at you hopefully, both of you silence for a while, staring into each others eyes as a gentle breeze softly jostled the leaves of the nearby trees.

it was.. peaceful. being in this moment, with him, it felt right.

You had just met him, but you felt as though you had already known him before.. maybe in a past life. his optimism and praise touched your heart. he felt like a cold drink of water in the dry desert of this villain school.

After a few moments he let go of your hands, his face getting a bit redder as he turned away from you, averting his eyes and rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle and wobblily smile. he hadn't even realized he was making such prolonged physical contact with you, and was a bit embarrassed from it.

"s-sorre sorre! didn' mean tha.. uh.. be 'too mhuch' as sum of meh classmates say, heh eheh.."

"Nah your fine dude! heh.. i really appreciated it- what you said. maybe you should be a motivational speaker or something." you said, returning his smile, which seemed to make him perk up a bit and get a bit more bashful, running a hand through his short black and brown stripped hair.

"Though, i reeeally get to get this stuff back to my teacher, and im sure class already ended by now, so.."

"o-oh rieght! wee sh'uld get goin'! don't want ye tah get in trouble!!"

You both pick the bag back up and continued on your way up the trail. when you got to the front gates, he seemed a bit apprehensive to step foot on campus, looking like he feared he might get grouped up on at any second since he wasn't a student there.. but you placed a reassuring hand on his bicep for a moment, causing him to let out a small and quiet surprised chirp sound followed by a nervous sigh. you beckoned him forwards, gesturing at the empty courtyard in front of you.

Sure, if you were caught you'd get in trouble for bringing a non student onto campus, but then again when did you ever obey the rules? your scuffle with riddle when you first got here was evident of that. plus, being a 'perfect' meant you were your own dorm leader, and didn't have anyone to tell you what to do - other then crowley and the teachers, who usually didn't concern themselves with you anyways.

"it'll be fine! no ones gonna catch us! everyone's probably back at their dorms for their evening right now." "ye pro'mus?" he asks, holding out his pinky finger towards you. You playfully roll your eyes, and lock your pinky around his, for a brief moment. "i promise."

That seemed to reassure him, and he got back to it in his usual peppy manner. soon you both arrived at the botanical garden, opening the door and putting the big bag down with the other supplies for tomorrows class. you both let out a unified sight of relief upon no longer having to hold that heavy bag anymore, before making eye contact, and having a small giggle-fest.

You didnt get caught - the tension was still there, but not as strong as it was before. since you knew this area rarely had people outside of class. maybe other then Leona who naps here a lot, but luckily he didn't seem to be here right now. Ruggie probably dragged him off somewhere like a disappointed mother does to a child who wont do as their told.

It had been fun speaking with him, though it was clear he couldn't stay any longer. you two traded phone numbers, to keep in touch. this boy was clearly from RSA, you thought. he mentioned attending a school on this island, and since you'd never seen him around NRC, it only meant he was from the rival school, but then didn't bother you. perhaps it would be nice to know someone outside of the people your forced to go to classes with everyday. your friends were fun, sure, but sometimes they really tired you out. so this could be a nice change of pace.

When you put his number in your phone, something dawned on you. "what do i put for the contact name? just realized we never introduced ourselves."

"ay re'lly don' mind whut ye put f'ur mine, bhut meh name's Cailean!" he chirped, "Cailean Atharrais. though meh pal's call me Cae or Callie. A'm frum RSA! though, a'm shure ye figured that ohut bhe now, since ye'r sow smart!"

"thats a nice name! im (y/n)! pleasure to properly meet you. RSA or not, its nice to meet someone outside of NRC, its a nice change of pace from the same old same old."

"y/n? y/n…" he parroted as his voice trailed off, him staring off passed you into space almost like a deer in headlights, before letting out some actual bird sounding chirps to himself under his breath almost like a excited school girl, not knowing you could hear that due to your close proximity. he grinned wide again, and shifted his gaze back to you once more. a warm pink blush still dusting his cheeks. "that's ah mhighty fhine name! suits ye real whell! heh eheh, ay wish ay could say and hear it all dhay!" Soon enough you began to hear a voice, followed by one of the doors being unlocked- it was crewel! most likely he was coming to check on the set up for tomorrow, and to see if you had completed your task. both of you stood frozen in surprise and fear - he needed to hide! but where?? there wasn't many places to hide, unless he was small enough to ball up inside the bustled of flora… as you attempted to think of a solution to not blow his cover, you turned to look at him again, and.. he was gone!

You whipped your head around in confusion, not seeing him anywhere- only spotting a black shimmering feather with gold trimmings, on the ground. You picked up the feather out of curiosity, and the black parts seemed to be filled with purple and green tones when held up to the light. it was rather eye catching if payed attention too.. but where did this come from..? you heard a small bit of rustling in the canape of the one tree in the center of the building, that you were standing next too, but before you could investigate-

Crewel opened the door after fumbling with that darn key- muttering that dire needs to get those locks fixed. he then headed your way, spotting you and the bag you brought back. he congratulated you on bringing back the 'luggage' and sent you on your way now thta he was done with you. he eventually left as well after a while of setting things up and checking inventory, not wanting a single thing out of place. like the perfectionist he was.

As you walked back to Ramshackle, you spotted a bird flying overhead, seemingly matching the feather you still held in your hand.. it let out a cheerful caw towards you, swooping down and flying low near you for a moment, causing your heart to race a little - it had those same eyes as Cailean.. Those warm and welcoming oak toned irises that held so much hope and enthusiasm for anything and everyone, from what you had encountered. The eyes that made you feel.. Well, you're quite sure yet, but you knew it was a good feeling. Soon enough though it soared off into the air high above the buildings and away from the campus grounds. heading in the direction of RSA, and soon disappearing from your view.

You had a theory that; that was Cailean. you didn't have much evidence, but you had always been good at linking together contact clues. Perhaps it was his unique magic? couldn't have been from a potion, since those are illegal.. from what you've been told- you we're too sure about it. plus he didn't seem to have any bottles on him, nor good enough pockets to hide one. maybe you could ask him about it another time- you had his number after all. You wondered how he got out of the enclosed garden.. but perhaps he just found an opened window or something and snuck out? not too far fetched. you've heard of, and have encountered, far weirder circumstances and solutions to problems during your time here so far as it was anyways.

You continued to head back to your dorm, smile on your face and feather in hand. what a day.. huh?

[diabolikloversfreak]

How would the mukamis, tsukinamis and kino want their s/o to dress up on their date?

Ruki:

A bit like reiji, he wants to dress properly and a little not like him...he would really want it to be in fashion and much more casual

He will choose that what you should wear cause we all know..he's the boss🕴

Now...he prefers those nice tight skirt dresses which accentuates every inch of you

Not that he's a Prevert or anything but he just knows you'll look beautiful in it.

Really likes it if its black ...its his favorite colour

If the dress has a single strap or if its off shoulder, he'll totally fall for it

He would most likely prefer open hair or side pony tail

Would love it if you wear black coat shoes,kitten heels,broad heels or delicate pencil heels

As for the jewelry he would really like a beautiful,elegant and a really delicate necklace on your neck with just the earrings

He will love it if its silver and has White diamonds on it

The makeup should be dark but not that dark that I'll scare off people or even him...XD

Only the lipstick should be dark enough to turn him on,..damn it dude!....XD

But will love it if the lipstick is dark ,bloody red

The eyeshades are your choice though

Yuma:

Okay so...its time for our lion to tell what he would love on you

He doesn't bother to get in this girly business especially about choosing what to wear so....he'll let you decide yourself.

He thinks that colors like orange,red,blue,yellow or any other summer colour will look great on you

He really likes those off- shoulder dresses with tight skirts

But wants them super short so he can get a good view of your ass...XD

Will prefer black high heels cause he knows, whatever you'll wear you can't get taller then him😆

Will love a high pony tail or a beautiful side braid on you

He loves lockets and anklets on you. And if you have multiple piercings on your ears..he thinks you'll look even cuter with different types of earrings

As for the makeup....he'll want a dark pink or a bloody red lipstick on you

And knows if you doing a smokey one...than for him,no one is sexier than you

Woah!...this guy is so off the hook

Kou:

Okay...so this here is the hottest idol ever to be known...Kou Mukami

We all know how's he about fashion and as an idol,he's got really good taste

He likes cute stuff so..he'll really love frill dresses on you

Will love it if its pink,orange,purple or any other color.. But want it to be cute and colourful

Will like it casual or maybe a bit formal

Would prefer a high pony tail,a high bun ,side braids or even open hair

Will love anything on you ..but will die if your wearing a cute kitty locket with hello kitty earrings and if it has a hello kitty bracelet..its a bonus for him

He will really want a beautiful, light makeup on you

Will like it if the lipstick is in any kind of pink shade

Like:rose pink,fresh pink,cold pink,dull pink,tea pink...and whatever

Azusa:

Time for our cutie pie☺

Like kou,azusa also prefers cute stuff on you

He would actually love anything that you wear but will be more than happy if you wear something that he likes

So like I said before, he likes cute stuff means he'd love those cute pink frill dresses on you

Will like open hair with it

He will love those cute kitten heels on you

Will prefer a cute and a really charming makeover on you

Will love the pink lipsticks on you and also the eyeshades should be light too

Will love an adorable locket with earrings... Cause he'll love it if your natural and simple

Carla:

OK so now we have the king of the founders here

We all know that how classy this guy is so you gotta be careful with him

He will love royal,charming and eye-catching light pure colours on you

Like skin,beige,golden,silver,white,baby pink and other light colours

He likes those transparent dresses..not that he's a pervert or something he just thinks that you'll look elegant

He likes opened hair on you especially when their brown,blond or black and not highlighted

Likes high pencil heels or coat shoes on you

He'd love to see you in a gorgeous silver necklace and with heavy matching earrings

A makeover that will make you look really elegant, glamorous and royal

Like...he really love those dark lipsticks in colors of red or dark pink or those light shades of beige, light brown or maybe golden shimmering ones too

The eyeshades shouldn't be too dark and frowney thou

But will love if they make a great combo with the lipstick and won't look too odd

Just wants you to be royal and glamorous

Even wants you to carry a hand bag

Boy...this Guy's got some good taste

Shin:

Now let's see what Mr.wolfy likes on you

He likes dark colours especially black and dark blue/royal blue

Wants it to be backless,sexy and classy

Loves open hair or a high ponytail

Likes those sexy black pencil heels or hot coat shoes on you

Will die if you wear a black choker with black earrings and silver finger rings

He'll love a really sexy makeover on you like he's really into black,bloody red or dark plum lipsticks

Would prefer smokey eyeshades to give you a sexual look and to turn him on as well..XD

Now...that's the look that I want

Kino:

OK so...now we have kino the gamer over here and by that I mean he will love something trendy and fashionable on you

He'll love those hot tight skirt dresses on you in dark colours like black,red, royal blue,dark plum and other dark colours

As for the hairstyle he'll love a high pony tail or open hair on you

The heels should be black pencil heels or elegant sandals

He'll die if you wear a choker with stylish earrings ,a black bracelet with silver finger rings. The anklet will do too but he doesn't care about it that much

Loves a dark bold look on you

And if your wearing a black lipsntick....his game is defiantly over..XD

He even likes you to carry a clutch with you as well

Boy...this guy is good...XD

[uno-writing]

What jewelry would the cast like wearing? Like we know arlo wears studs and sometimes bracelets and dog tags , but like what else would he wear.

I think isen wear a pretty simple looking necklace. Also blyke probably wears dog tags.

JOHN WITH RINGS NDJSHSHJS

-radish🥬 anon

Ooooo interesting!🍿🥤🍭🍬🍫🧋🥨🥬🍦🍧🧊🐇🍩🥖📦🌻🥀🥒🧃🍰

Seraphina: What jewelry DOESN'T she wear? She wears rings, necklaces, bracelets, earrings. You name it, she probably wears it.

John: I think he wears rings. He doesn't like to wear more than four at a time but he has a lot of rings that he likes to cycle through.

Arlo: In addition to his earrings, bracelets and dog tags, I think he'd also like rings a bit. Not a lot of rings and they're more of a band style than the thick rings.

Remi: I think she likes bracelets and anklets. She's got several of each.

Blyke: I could see him wearing a necklace. Probably either a plain chain or maybe some dog tags.

Isen: Maybe bracelets? Maybe a simple necklace?

[mamamittens]

I'm considering who to custom jewelry for next since I don't have pending requests and I gotta say, I'm a little stumped.

You see, I kinda wanna do Thatch, but with what? What kind of jewelry would he wear?

He gives such oddly charming vibes, lol

Like, an actually genuine frat boy. A walking contradiction that only works cause it's him. Maybe it's because his pompadour and beard doesn't match? It's low-key giving hunger games, idk. Something about the shape.

Regardless, a professional and sincere man, what sort of jewelry would he wear?

I keep thinking about some sort of momento. Like, a woven bracelet with a band or a charm. Deeply sentimental. I don't see him as someone to wear rings, or at least not often. He does run a giant ass kitchen, unlike Sanji, so he's probably moving around a lot with his hands. Though a single sentimental ring on a chain is tempting. Maybe a stud or cartilage piercing on his ear (just one side, don't ask me why, idk)? I don't imagine he'd want facial piercings worth making a custom design with, so that's out. Certainly nothing that dangles on his wrists or watches. Doesn't strike me as someone really concerned about the time. Maybe an anklet? Whatever it is, it's gotta be understated, right?

What an odd pickle I'm in.

I'll shelve it for now.

Maybe I'll make an homage jewelry for a different anime. Maybe Ichigo from Bleach? He moves a lot to put it lightly, but I can sort of see him wearing connecting jewelry. Like cuff earring connected to a stud with a matching leather cord necklace or something. Very understated punk, I should think.

I haven't done leather properly yet, so it'll be interesting to see how it goes. Something to consider for sure.

But until then? I should go to bed, lol.

[sofijaeger]

ok so if we're talking about surfer!eren here, i just KNOW he wears a shell necklace that Carla gave him. IT WOULD BE SO HOT AND HE'D WEAR THOSE WRISTBANDS ALL THE TIME, HE'D EVEN MAKE HIS OWNNNNNN 😩

YES YES YES

i think of like the pura vida ones but homeade which makes it 100 times better AND MAYBE HES GOT AN ANKLET TOO WHEW i love seeing him decorated lmao he’d look so fine.

stop thats too sweet carla would entrust him with it from like generations down🥺🥺 and then he loses it pfft