#The baby model au

[lady-assnali]

Tiny Things (Crygi)

(I haven’t posted anything in ages! I’ve had a huge mental block, but I’m hoping we’re in the clear for a little while now at least!) Please listen to “Tiny Things” by Tiny Habits, as it’s the loose inspiration for this fic and I love that band with my whole heart. So here’s some baby, newly found friends Crygi)          

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 The thing Gigi can most clearly recall from her childhood is the feeling of the kitchen counter underneath her as her mother sat her down on it. In most of these memories she’s nothing but a bean pole child; all arms and legs and a tiny little body, always with some form of bruise or scrape on it. She hadn’t been a tree-climber, or an adventurer. She never accepted the invitations from the neighbor kids to play baseball or street hockey, preferring to stay by her mother’s side and help her with her sewing by completing the little tasks she set out for her.

           There’s a stack of hand-sewn cotton squares to prove it, scraps her mother had turned into rudimentary projects Gigi had poured her heart into while reveling in the sound of her mother signing along to the radio and the smell of her very modest floral perfume. She’d listen to the hum of the machine between them for hours, content to be quiet in the comfort of it all, tiny fingers running along the vast landscapes of the varying fabrics draped around the room. Sometimes, she’d ask questions; what her mother was making, where it would go when it was done. She’d sit with big eyes and eager ears as her mother turned people into magic, ordinary lives into something worth retelling over and over again.

           So she spent most of her time in the sewing room. Sometimes, however, she’d be on the counter.

           Gigi would sit and wail, eyes welled up with tears and head turned away from whatever little scrape or bruise she’d acquired. And then, she’d cross her arms over her chest. Her mom always kissed her scrapes and gave her two tiny chocolate candies, scooping her off of the counter and into her arms, everything right in the world once more.

           As she got older, the bruises and scrapes turned into emotional upheaval. Gigi would come home from school and toss her backpack on the floor before sitting on the counter while her mother started to work on dinner.

           She’d always know when something was eating away at Gigi, no matter how hard she tried to hide things. Her boo-boo kissing, magical storytelling mother held the ability to take one look at her and know exactly what to do. Sometimes, she’d wordlessly pass over a spoonful of her work in progress. Gigi would hum in delight at the taste of her cooking, occasionally reaching in the cabinet over her head to pass over a spice for the sake of suggestion. Other times, Gigi’s mom would leave the stove to turn on a CD. They’d bond over “Like a Prayer” or “Papa Don’t Preach,” singing the lyrics into spatulas and wiggling around the kitchen in a ridiculous dance of uncoordinated limbs and raucous laughter.

           Sometimes, she’d sit on that counter and the words wouldn’t come out fast enough; she was being bullied. Her friends had all made newer friends and had left her behind. She’d come out, and while she was ready for the change there were a lot of people who just weren’t. But in that kitchen, with her mother’s arms around her and the taste of her cooking, the silly dancing, the chocolate candies turned over into her palm…the world was less of a challenge there.

           Moving away from home had been the most terrifying experience Gigi had encountered in her entire life.

           New York City called her name so fiercely that she had to go-had to see for herself what the prestige of a school thought it could teach her that her own mother couldn’t. She thought she needed a degree in fashion to pursue her goals, or at least the connections the school would allow her. She cried every night for the first week after moving, walking class to class with books in her tote and a tightening in her chest. The faces here weren’t mean, but they certainly weren’t rushing to make friends with her. So she went through the motions, kept herself strong the way her mom would want her to. When she called, she tried to make sure she always had at least one good thing to mention. And if that one thing was “I drank enough water today” or “I’m glad to be back from class now.,” they both moved on to conversations busy enough to distract Gigi from her gnawing homesickness. Sometimes, her mother would wield another one of her fairytales about a client and Gigi would sit with her head against the headboard, eyes closed, picturing herself back in that sewing room again.

           “I made a friend.” She’d told her mom this a few weeks into school as she walked from one class to the next, wiggling a borrowed pen between her fingers with a fond smile. “Her name is Crystal, she seems nice.”

           The daily one good thing to mention was transformed from one sentence to multiple, morphed into stories told with a lightness in her voice that made her mother let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She stopped calling as frequently, rather updated with little texts throughout the day until their allotted time to talk came through. She was joined more often by a polite girl with a wide smile and a curly mullet who’d taken to also sharing one good thing that happened to her during the day. Often, the girl’s stories overlapped with hers. They’d cut each other off, adding on where the other forgot something until the point was lost between giggling attempts to answer Gigi’s mom’s questions.

           Crystal embellished things.

           The things she wove into their stories often involved long-winded explanations of the little things; this man was wearing a suit with a silly tie, which means he probably had a child that gave it to him and maybe that’s why he was sprinting down the street near them. The little kids who’d stopped to jump in muddy puddles by the park were city kids who’d grown up there their whole lives, had never seen a lake like the ones in Missouri but got to grow up spending their allowances on street pretzels. (Most of the stories involved street pretzels, to be fair…Crystal had grown so fond of them that they’d get one every day after their shared class.)

           Crystal could make a popcorn scavenging pigeon into a feature length screenplay while they walked around the city. It made Gigi smile in ways she hadn’t since she’d moved to school. They’d walk from class to one of their homes and live in these fantasy worlds when they didn’t want to live anywhere else; when class was too stressful, or Gigi was struggling with a project, or they were arguing with their roommates.

           She was still a quiet stressor when things got really bad.

           On her second major project of the semester, Gigi felt herself floundering under the pressure. She’d called her mom twice for advice, holding up a long strip of the most delicate silk to the screen with big, wet eyes that reminded her mom of childhood and bandages and chocolate candies. She’d talked her through it, coaching as best as she could from the opposite side of the country, and Gigi had to start over and redesign the entire garment.

           There was a knock on the open door of the school’s little studio somewhere between her consideration between ripping a seam or ripping her own hair out, and while the loud noise made her jump her whole body felt relief upon seeing Crystal standing there.

           “You weren’t on your bench today.” The girl noted, her eyes appraising the chaos of strewn about fabrics and markers and papers torn from her sketch pad. And then there was Gigi in the center of it all, the slouched slope of her spine and the mess of it all enough to confirm her exhaustion.

           “This dress is killing me.” She admitted, tipping her head back and ruffling her hair. She’d been on the verge of tears again, stifling her words against her hand and shaking her head. “I don’t know what to do.”

           Crystal waited a moment before approaching, closing the door carefully behind her. She tiptoed over the mess, picking up only the things she’d been sure Gigi hadn’t strategically placed around the room. (which, to be fair, isn’t a lot. In the time she’s known her, Crystal’s learned that the redhead surprisingly leans more toward her own organized chaos when it comes to her thought patterns, and that trying to help tidy things up isn’t always the best idea.)

           She slid herself on the stool next to Gigi and rifled through the bag slung over her shoulder. Then, Crystal tapped the back of her hands, using her fingers to delicately turn them over so they would be palm up. A pile of tiny, candy-coated chocolates tumbled into Gigi’s outstretched hands and the light returned as her face brightened into a wide-stretched, brilliant grin.

           “I called your mom,” She admitted, placing the bag of candies between them and taking a few for herself. “She said these are your favorite.”

           It’s all Gigi could handle to let a sigh of a thank you leave her lips before she started crying again, pushing herself into the brunette’s arms for a tight-squeezed hug. They stayed there for a while, the candies melting where they were still kept safe in Gigi’s grip.

           “What can I do to help?”

           Then, Gigi’s energy was channeled into teaching Crystal how to carefully rip the seam of the dress. The tears stopped completely as she showed off her redesigned sketch. Between her delicate ripping and Gigi’s renewed zeal at the helm of the machine, they spent the afternoon laughing and lamenting over Crystal’s fabrication of an imaginary, very needy client who had clearly begged Gigi to rework the dress anyway.

           And when her grade was marked as an A, she took Crystal down to the park for a celebratory pretzel.

[p1ssyhorroz]

Carnival Pomni 3D model!!!

yes you heard that right folks! I got so autistic over the Carnival AU (made by the amazing @sm-baby !!) that I made ANOTHER model!! And with that comes another turn around animation! This one is heavily compressed becouse ezgif is having some issues, but if those get fixed I will replace it with a higher quality gif! (I wanted to wait until its fixed, but this model has been done for a few days now and I'm very impatient, sorry lmao) This model is WAY more complicated than Jax, she has SO many bones her rig is a pain to look at, but at least the animations will be nice! (for example her hat and skirt?? dress?? both have bones to animate them flowing and interracting with objects!) She also has toggles such as: -normal and Restart face!! -normal and sharp teeth!!! -normal, small, scared, big black, and void eyes!!! I also, to the request of a friend (you know who you are), made her do the floss! Which I am really proud of actually!

if you like what I make PLEASE reblog > likes!!! Reblogs help me reach a wider audience! Thank you!!

[sualne]

think i might've entered the "straight up an oc" phase

[florallylly]

i've seen model steve harrington aus. i've seen child steve harrington aus. i present: child model steve harrington

note: this came from my own desperate need to see this conceptualized and i SWEAR i've searched, i just can't find any content with child model steve so. :(

bc little steve harrington was remarkably cherub-like. his large brown eyes and soft pout ensured endless cooing and fussing from his mom's friends. and when he blushed and ducked his head in shyness, they only complimented him more. when he got home that day, his mom smiled at him.

so steve decided that he would put up with the cheek pinching and the squealing. he sat upright in his chair, sitting on his hands so he wouldn't fidget and ruin the image. because he'd do anything to keep his mom smiling at him. if he was being particularly good that day, she'd let him lay his head on her lap on the drive back home.

but everything changed at his father's birthday gala. a nearly eight year old steve harrington sat prim and proper in his seat, but a smile lit up his face--his cheeks round and his dimples showing up. he raised his hand up to cover his giggle, but he couldn't help but laugh at some silly old man with a loose toupee. then he sees his mom approaching, and his face quickly smooths over, going back to the more polite smile he usually adopted when it came to these events.

he'd ruined it. he hadn't continued being the sweet boy his mom wanted. but then, she smiles at him. and introduces him to the man behind her, who says he's a designer. the man holds out his hand, but when steve puts his hand into his palm, he doesn't shake it. the man simply holds his hand, his eyes scanning steve's face. steve tries not to squirm under the attention. but the man nods and smiles at his mom, and he gives two brief cheek kisses to steve, whispering in his ear "you're going to be a star, darling." steve looks at his mom, confused, but she waves him off to continue talking to the man.

a few months later, steve's mom whisks him off on a trip to france. and steve is so excited to go, nearly vibrating in his seat as the airplane prepares to take off. but instead of the eiffel tower and the seine, steve is taken to a studio. he's posed and changed. once again, he's being fussed over, but instead of wealthy socialites, gossiping make-up artists squeal over him. he's "perfect for the shoot" and "the most darling little boy." steve doesn't understand, but his mom is still smiling, so he lets the nice ladies brush powder over his face.

and he looks in the mirror. his hair is a little more tousled and his lips have a slight tint to them and his eyes seem to take up much of his face. he's put into new clothes, and he feels like a doll in their hands. and when he's put in front of the camera, he simply follows the photographer's directions. afterwards, he's bundled into the car and his mom can't stop gushing about how good he was.

apparently, he's a natural. and then she goes back to fussing over him, focusing more on appearance than his behavior now. but she takes him out shopping and they eat at an upscale restaurant along the champs-elysses. and steve is happy.

and then they go back home, and his mom is so much stricter than before. she has him try out all kinds of different hair products, determined to find the best combination to keep it looking shiny and soft. she controls his food intake and what he wears and makes him use weird creams and serums on his face. but this is what makes his mom happy, so he's happy to let her.

his mom is also on the phone a lot more lately, whispering harshly about the quality of brands and steve just assumes she's being picky about the clothes she buys. later, his mom picks him up and holds him, and asks if he'd like to move to italy. she looks at him intently and it's obvious what answer she wants, so steve nods. she smiles and holds him close, and it's the most loved steve has felt in a while.

so they move to italy, and suddenly steve is a lot more busy. he's put in front of more cameras for more people he doesn't know. but he's smiling and pouting and doing whatever they want him to do. his compliant attitude and polite nature have photographers and designers alike singing his praises, and steve always looks to his mom for approval. but she's been arguing with his dad a lot lately, so she's upset more often than not. but that's okay, the make-up artists are always kind to him.

but then one day, his mom takes a phone call in the middle of the shoot. and when it finishes, she's gone. steve goes back in, close to tears, but the make-up artists still hanging around look after him until a car is sent to pick him up. this becomes a trend. and eventually, steve goes alone to his shoots. he's always taken care of by the crew and someone is always there to pick him up, but it's not fun without his mom there.

but he knows that she's always enjoyed him taking pictures, so he continues to do so, hoping that she'll come watch him again sometime soon. and he busies himself with befriending the chatty make-up artists and the bossy photographers and the eccentric designers. and he's such a cute little thing that they can't help but dote on him.

steve is never catapulted into child stardom, as his mom is picky with his jobs, only choosing luxury brands and well known designers for him. but within the industry, they call him the "little prince."

and then steve is catapulted into puberty, but his intense skin regimen prevents him from getting acne, save for the occasional zit. and his diet and religious exercise schedule help maintain his look. and he's still doing remarkably well, especially now that he's fully aware that he is a Model.

and steve has truly grown into his looks. with time, he's grown more comfortable in front of the camera and made numerous friends. nearly all of them are older than him, but they're fun and loud and it fills up the space that normally surrounds him. and they're the ones who get him hooked on american movies. steve remembers living in america, but he's been in milan so long that everything he recalls is vague.

but he watches them and falls in love with the american high school experience. so when he finally catches his mom off the phone and actually in the house, steve asks if he can go to school in america. and his mom laughs. but steve keeps asking, which devolves into begging. and his mother snaps, slapping him across the face and calling him ungrateful. she cries and begs for forgiveness, cowed into shame by steve's desperate attempt to hold back tears.

and so she lets him go to school in hawkins, indiana. an odd choice, but his parents just so happened to own a property there. (in truth, both of his parents expected him to change his mind within the year). but steve finds his place at hawkins high, because even though nobody in hawkins has ever heard of versace, steve is pretty. he's pretty and charming and he knows the right thing to say. after all, he's spent his whole life perfecting his mask.

and even if his mom ended up moving back home with his dad, leaving steve all alone in that big empty house, steve is happy. he's finally hanging out with people his age and high school is so far removed from the glitz and glam of the fashion industry. and he's settled and content with tommy and carol by his side. while he misses his friends back in milan, steve finds himself longing for the clothes more often. hawkins was certainly the opposite of milan, what with the nearest mall being two hours away and only equipped with a macy's and jcpenny.

through it all, steve is determined to be normal. he laughs along with jokes he doesn't quite get and rolls his eyes at carol's cue, and he joins the swim team. and he joins the basketball team. and he goes to parties and kisses girls and wears dumb little polos with his letterman jacket and does everything that he saw in the movies.

but nancy wheeler is different. steve can't forget his time in italy and who he is and was, and he's reminded of his old life in everyone and everything in hawkins. but not nancy wheeler. she's all hawkins and all his. and then the upside down happens.

and then nancy wheeler breaks his heart.

even after three years, his parents continue to ask when he'll go back to modeling, but he's different now. the upside down and billy hargrove beat that starry eyed little kid who thrived in the spotlight. and nancy wheeler proved that adoration and love is fleeting, so what would even be the point of trying anymore? his dad was a little more approving of steve's retirement/hiatus, saying that steve must want to go to college so he can take over the family business.

but when steve doesn't get into college, he's once again badgered by his mom to go back. but he's grown and changed and he's not sure that he can pretend anymore, so he says no. and they cut him off. enter: scoops era.

the measly scoops salary is not nearly enough to cover all of the new bills and expenses steve has, but he's not willing to leave hawkins. so he reaches out to his friends back in italy, and they refer him to their american connections. steve doesn't model at the same level as before, but he poses for a couple of zines and one artist who got a little too handsy at his exhibition. but he's able to make it through until the mall blows up.

this routine continues and he starts working at family video with robin at his side, but he keeps his side job a secret from the kids, using the excuse of visiting his parents to leave town for his shoots. he's not ashamed, but he knows he wouldn't "be normal" anymore if they found out.

but how does he explain his near mental breakdown at the sight of his healing demobat scars. they're raised and ugly, ruining what should have been a perfect body. and even though he uses scar cream everyday, they refuse to fade away completely. and how could anyone stand to be near such an ugly thing when all his life, steve was meant to be pretty? after all, love and adoration is fleeting.

[magical-mascots]

Magical Mascots AU Character sheets ahoy~

Okay so first up we have Sun - hope his nervous energy shines through because he has a lot to spare! So Sun is an overstretched mascot who can make balloon dogs and paper plates and all sorts come alive before your very eyes (much to every parent’s delight I’m sure)! In the end, he ended up taking on pretty much all the tasks at the play park once Moon was found to have …issues that seemed to come about as an unexpected side effect of his dream weaving ability. He’d sooner explode than admit it but it hasn’t been easy for him. Outside of Moon he doesn’t have a friend in the world, and to top it all off he was decommissioned and left to rot in the once busy soft play area following a mysterious incident, which has taken its toll on him. He would love nothing more than to be best friends forever and show you all the things and possibly keep you in his pocket!

Next up is Moon. Moon is difficult to read at the best of times, but all the more so since his role was cut down more and more at the theme park and he was forced to reside in the mindscape he shares with Sun for most of time. Moon has been basically starved of all interactions in the real world for the longest time which has left him extremely elusive and wary. You’ll mostly only see him in doll form until you get to know him because he’s been kept away from people for so long he’s unsure of how to interact with them. He is playful, but it mostly seems to be on his own terms for the time being. Moon actually spends a lot of his time hanging out in the dreamscape and it’s in your dreams (or possibly your nightmares depending on whether you’ve been good or bad) where you’ll find him most.

Aaaaand that brings us to our third major player …y/n! No stranger to fixing up toys and mascots in your brief time as Freddy’s handler at the theme park, now you’ve found yourself in the strange position of needing to fix yourself before you fade into oblivion. Ever since you woke up in the hospital following an unexpected incident with Freddy, your body has been glitching and fading on and off at the worst possible moments, and it’s starting to feel like you’re neither here nor there. A mysterious counsellor has promised a cure, but the only problem is it’s locked away in a dusty old corner somewhere along with one (or was it two?) apparently decommissioned mascots who are looking to be a lot more alive than you’d been led to believe. Will they be your best bet at getting the cure to your affliction or will they literally turn out to be your own worst nightmare?

[cringetownusa]

noir max noir max noir max noir max my tablet screen stopped working so here's all these and an unfinished sketch page. plus a western au max from the disc (if u see this lmk and i'll @ u)

[vroomian]

Hi! I’m wondering if you have any recent epic au thoughts? Checking in with Galenos :D

yrz definitely got Telemachus some puppies of a breed that's famous for their loyalty and protection for a birthday. they grow up big and they grow up mean to anyone who isn't their person. it was the moment that Penelope truly noticed yrz

[holdmytesseract]

What is to come...

The majority of y'all voted for the lil' sneak peeks... So, here they are! :)

The Baby Fever AU

A Covenant For Eternity (a.k.a Y/N's and Loki's wedding. I haven't wrote this yet, but I am going to. It's coming - I promise.)

Hunter & Prey - this is pure thirst and suggestive/light smut

You were already prepared to hit the harsh ground, when you felt suddenly two strong hands on your hips; keeping you from falling and pinning you against the white wall. You gasped at his touch; only noticed now how close Loki really was.

"I got you, love." He breathed into your ear and helping you to stand properly again. Once the god made sure that both your feet were touching the ground, one of his hand engulfed both your hands. You met his eyes - and for one tiny, foolish moment, you thought that he'd finally show mercy on you, but then he roughly pinned your hands against the wall above your head with his forearm, giving him the chance to lean in even closer.

Mother Knows Best - a fluffy Loki & Frigga story; kinda based on the song 'Growing Up' by Macklemore & Ed Sheeran

"I-I'm so incredibly happy." Frigga smiled. "And it shows, son. You have all the right to be happy. You deserve it and yet... I feel something overshadowing your happiness. What is it?"

The god's eyes widened at his mother's words. How in all the nine realms was she able to- "Motherly instinct, sweetheart. You'll know what I'm talking about as soon as you hold your very own child in your arms. Tell me." "M-Mother, I-" "Nuh.Uh," she interrupted him immediately again. "Loki, when are you finally going to understand that lying to me will never work? You may be able to trick all the others around you... But not me."

Call Your Name - probably the most angsty fic I ever wrote... It's not always sunshine and rainbows.. Not even in the Baby Fever universe...

Shaky hands reached for your mobile. It was almost midnight. You had danced around this for minutes now; not conjuring enough bravery to call him. By now you've tried about a million times - failing.

So, once more you took a deep breath, squeezed your red and teary eyes shut and swallowed the lump in your throat. Your finger hovered above the green button beside your husband's contact.

The Ice Flower AU

Soothing Your Aches- a fluffy pregnancy oneshot; based on the idea by @eleniblue ! Oh, and Loki is very protective.

Loki took a deep breath; trying to control his temper. "You had one job, Ivan! Keeping an eye on the queen and her safe whenever I'm away is the only task you've been burdened with - and you fail." The king shook his head, while Ivan obediently lowered his head. "I apologise, my king, I-" The young Jotun tried to explain, but got immediately interrupted. "She is pregnant, for the Norns sake! This isn't just about my wife anymore!"

Chapter Four of 'Through The Years' - The Crown Prince (quite a bit an angsty chapter with some drama, but also fluff)

Váli frowned at his father, while Áki already had a guess. "What is this all about, dad?" Loki sighed. "The throne. My successor." Váli was definitely more surprised than his brother. "T-The throne? You are telling us who the crown prince is going to be?" "Exactly, my son." Áki just nodded. "We're ready for it. I am ready for it." Loki smiled at his sons. "I know you both are. I just don't know if I am ready. Well, I guess I'll never be - but that doesn't matter." The king swallowed hard. "But before I am going to tell you this, I want you both to know that it wasn't an easy decision for me. I thought long about this. Mostly even at night. I want you to know, that I made this decision as a king - not as a father. I never would. My love for you is equally strong. It always was and it always will be. I love you more than life itself, my sons." Áki smiled, just like his brother. "We love you, too." Váli agreed. "We do - and we know that you'd never favour one of us above the other as a father, but have to as a king."

model!Tom Hiddleston

A Hypnotising Spell - a quite... sexy oneshot/songfic; based on 'It's A Man's, Man's, Man's World' by James Brown

Finally, after a few seconds, the darkness on the screen vanished; turned into an old street in Detroit. Old buildings, old street signs, old traffic lights and old cars. The camera drifted over the grey asphalt, until it met a pair of brown, almost cowboy-like boots. Tom.

Yeps... That's what I got up my sleeve so far - beside the written requests! :)

Random tags: @lady-rose-moon @muddyorbsblr @chennqingg @smolvenger @alexakeyloveloki @jennyggggrrr @asgards-princess-of-mischief @eleniblue @loz-3 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @fictive-sl0th @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @mochie85 @goblingirlsarah @glitchquake @icytrickster17 @simping-for-marvel @lou12346789 @aagn360 @lokiforever @anukulee @multifandom-worlds @hisredheadedgoddess28 @km-ffluv @lokisgoodgirl @crimson25 @lokischambermaid @buttercupcookies-blog @noideakitten +++ <3

Feel free to let me know what y'all think! :D

[stillthe1]

Max Kumpen-Verstappen is invited to the Monaco Grand Prix by Lewis Hamilton, to see the sights and catch up.

He ends up meeting Charles Leclerc, the Ferrari darling, the reigning World Champion, il Predestinato.

And well, to quote Shania Twain, that don't impress him much, fake-frenchie.

[wafflinglumos]

LILY EVANS BUT MODERN AU YIPPIE, I gave up at the end so she kinda looks weird but wooohoooo

BONUS: James’ reaction to the image above

[lady-assnali]

Hi! I kind of hit a wall this week with my workload but I wanted to get something Crygi out desperately because it’s been so long! Here’s some pining Crystal for you! 

           “She’s so pretty.” Jan perks up at the sound of Crystal’s voice approaching. She’s nursing some kind of colorful cocktail, a completely different order than her usual. Her eyes are practically glowing with hearts as she glances across the bar, and Jan doesn’t even have to look to know who her friend is talking about.

           Gigi’s mingling with a mixed group of people, her friend Symone the forefront of it all. The semi-newcomer had just flown in from L.A the night before for work, and Gigi, as usual, is making it her mission to ensure that her L.A friends have as familiar, safe faces to come to in New York as possible.

           Because of course she does. Because she’s kind, and thoughtful, and the thought that she’d planned this outing just to make her friend feel more at home on this trip is enough to make Crystal well up with a strong surge of the tenderness that’s been building inside of her for longer than she’d care to remember.

           Maybe it’s the alcohol.

           Maybe it’s the way Gigi carries herself, posture relaxed among her friends and yet still so poised. She’d made herself her outfit for the night, a white corset top and matching bell-bottomed pants with a long slit down both legs. She’d paraded around her apartment in them beforehand, proudly spinning and swishing and asking Crystal what she’d thought. She doesn’t even remember what she’d said, too stuck in her own thoughts to voice her opinion past the breath caught in her throat.

           It’s bad. She knows it’s bad because she can barely even spend time in the same room as her best friend now without second-guessing every one of their interactions. Which she supposes is perfectly fine seeing as said best friend travels a decent amount for work. So she gets some time to sit in her thoughts, wait for their daily phone calls and then pester herself about her feelings all over again. So things are going just about as well as they can for Crystal.

           She takes a long sip of her drink and Jan pats the stool next to her, practically dragging Crystal up to sit. Jan watches her friend with interest. It’s been two weeks since Crystal had admitted her long lived crush on their friend, and though she definitely guessed it before it’s very clear now. Crystal’s a magnetized force to Gigi, grinning endearingly every time she glances over. At one point, she cracks a ridiculous smile when Gigi laughs at something the group of people she’s with is talking about, and that’s when Jan twists her stool around.

           “Crystal Methyd!” She hisses, glaring at her teasingly. “You can’t keep staring over there! It’s getting a little weird.”

           “I wasn’t doing anything!”

           “You were, I can practically see your heart hanging out of your eyes at this point.”

           Crystal makes an indignant little snort, closing her eyes.

“Now you can’t see anything.”

“Just eat some of these fries and let me tell you about the man who tried to tip me with Monopoly money at Goona’s last week.”

…

“Found you!”

Jan sidles up to Crystal, who’d abandoned her to use the bathroom. She’d realized it had been a while when she’d finished her own drink, too occupied by Jackie striking up a conversation to notice that her friend had been missing for just a little too long. Jan gestures for Jackie to follow her through the throng of people to search for her, rolling her eyes in the process. She hadn’t thought she’d be babysitting tonight, but saving Crystal from a drunken confession is worth the extra bit of effort.  When they finally find Crystal she’s standing next to Rose and Mik but doesn’t seem to be involved in their conversation whatsoever. Jackie joins in, however, giving Jan the opportunity to shuffle Crystal over a bit for more privacy. Her friend starts scanning a leaflet for the bar’s upcoming events, drumming her fingertips on the counter thoughtfully.

“I’m going to tell her.”

Jan needs no explanation. She’s been listening to Crystal long enough tonight to know that apparently, tequila makes her far too truthful for her own good. She’d recounted several stories from the past year; Gigi being away, Gigi bonding with Nicky, Gigi keeping up their Snapchat streak even though neither of them uses the app for anything else. Later on, when they’ve tucked Crystal into bed on Jan’s couch, she’ll delicately describe the situation between her two friends as ‘something that can’t possibly go on much longer.’ For now, she puts a hand on Crystal’s shoulder.

“You’re not going to do that.”

“I think I have to.”

“You don’t have to do that. You shouldn’t do that.” Crystal’s face shifts from determination to utter heartbreak in less than five seconds, and Jan instantly regrets her choice of wording with someone in a state of alcohol-induced fragility.

“You have to do it, Crystal, but not tonight.” She gestures to where Gigi is holding court with a few of her newer friends, perched on the edge of the bar’s little stage. She’s incomparably bright tonight, surprisingly in her element. Taking care of her friends brings out this confidence in her that builds until she’s practically glowing with it, and Jan knows that she’s absolutely infectious in these moments. She’s also spent the past two hours listening to the tipsy confession, suddenly an expert on the topic.

“I don’t think I can be her friend like this much longer.”

“I understand that, honey, but think about it for a second. You’re not sober-and that’s fine. It’s a party, we’re drinking, you’re being safe…but imagine what it would feel like for Gigi to have you walking over there confessing all of these things after you’d been drinking. Have you ever had someone say something drunk that made you just…uncomfortable? Something you know they wouldn’t have said sober?”

“You know I live with Daya, right?”

“Exactly.”

“Gigi deserves better than me.”

“No, no, that’s not the point!” Jan puts her hands on Crystal’s shoulders, her eyes on fire with a mixture of love and discipline that’s unceremoniously become a trademark of hers.

“You deserve the world.” She continues, locking Crystal’s gaze onto her own. “But the romantic side to your story with Gigi is not going to start with some drunken confession at a party. It’s not. You’ve loved each other too long for that to happen. You both deserve better, and somewhere underneath that tequila you’ve had you know that.”

“You’re right.”

“What was that?”

“I think I want to go home.” Crystal says, nodding her head at her own decision. “I think maybe that’s the best idea for tonight.”

“Let me take you.” She moves to tap Jackie on her shoulder, saying goodbye to the group. She’s confused when Jackie follows.

“I thought I could help.” The older woman gestures to Crystal, who has crossed the bar to say goodbye to Gigi and Symone. They stand in a lingering hug, the girls only able to see Gigi’s hand on Crystal’s head, the way she whispers in Crystal’s ear though her enamored smile. When Crystal returns Jan can see the exhaustion in her eyes, the way her posture has deflated the slightest bit. She’s still holding on to her bubbly exterior, throwing goodbyes in every direction, but she’s not the same.

Jan directs them all to her apartment, insisting Crystal stay the night.

“You need company.” She orders. And when Jan suggests things, her friends know not to take them lightly. She’s usually right, anyway.

Jackie sets out some water and aspirin, instructing her to take them just in case while Jan lends her sweatpants and a shirt to sleep in. They toss her some blankets and sit beside her somewhat awkwardly, Jan on the floor and Jackie perched on the arm of the couch. They distract her, chatting about the party and plans for the next day while Crystal drifts off to sleep. Jan sighs in relief when Crystal starts snoring, closing her eyes in satisfaction.

“What you did for Crystal tonight…that was really, really nice.” Jackie slips down to sit on the floor beside Jan, their hands just barely touching. Jan blushes, shaking her head.

“Anyone would have done it.”

“Nobody in that bar even noticed what was happening. We’re not idiots, we know they like each other even if Crystal’s never said anything to us. You know her enough to know what tequila does to her and you spent that party making sure she wasn’t going to ruin anything. That’s pretty incredible, Jan.”

“I just want them to be happy.”

“You’re a really good person. I know you love to meddle,”

“-I really do.”

“But you weren’t tonight. You tell me all the time that people call you nosy, but they just don’t see what you see. You know when to step in. You know when to mind your business. I wouldn’t have known what to do for Crystal tonight. You don’t give yourself nearly as much credit as you should.”

It’s nearly enough to make Jan cry; the tone of Jackie’s voice. Her eyes are warm in the way Jan’s been wanting to be looked at her whole life. If she squints, she’s sure she can make herself believe that Jackie might look at her like that forever. But she doesn’t. Jackie moves her hand, pushing herself up from the floor.

“I should go-I have a long walk.” They both chuckle; they’d discovered that they live just a few blocks from each other when they’d been introduced just a few months ago. The long walk had quickly become a running joke between them.

Jan walks Jackie to the door, thanking her again for her help. She watches Jackie until she opens the door to the staircase, and then lingers in her own doorway for a moment.

And if her heart is fluttering, she chooses to ignore it-for now.

[p1ssyhorroz]

here's some pomni expressions! I forgot to show them off before lmao (and also! @sm-baby mentioned wanting to see them in the previous post!) her face rig is pretty simple, but I wanna come back to her at one point to make it more complicated to allow for more expressions!

I also forgot to mention a very important thing that the rig has!

WHORE MODE

and for those interested: here's pictures of her full body + rig!

[everything-y-nothing]

KATE BRIDGERTON (née Sharma) | mama + her minis

Every baby is different; each with their own personality. Kate knows this. She's had three of them previously. It’s just that her most recent one is on another level. The youngest Bridgerton is hands down the fussiest of all their children. Content to be held against her amma’s hip at all the times that even Anthony feels a bit jealous. And though she loves having a baby in the household again, Kate can barely catch a break. Luckily, big sister is turning out to be quite the baby charmer. “Charlie, sweetheart? I’ve got to use the loo. Do me a favour and entertain your sister for a few minutes, yeah?” The little girl nods. Got it, mum! And Kate steals away leaving a quick kiss to her daughter’s temple. “My saviour. Thank you, lovey! Be back in a mo’.”

[applecherry108]

Will there be a bad guy or any threats to the turtles in genera, like I don't know... Bishop or the krang

Oroku saki with an evil look on his face 👀👀

Love your work ❤️❤️❤️

N….not really? 😅😅😅 The closest my au gets is the Foot Clan and even then, once they realize their Beloved Son is a Hamato, they go about dismantling the dark armor real fast. And without the Evil™️ in their organization, they have no need to free the krang…

And since Draxum has a New Found Appreciation for humans since, you know, his son is genetically human, he sorta….abandons the whole mutagen thing, so none of the mutant villains are present…

Even the Battle Nexus is transformed into a more Ninja Warrior-esque competition…

Honestly, it’s all just interpersonal drama. It’s a lot of custody battles and divorcees getting back together lmao

The biggest villain of this au is Loneliness and Guilt.

Anyways, check out these designs.

[rununcal]

Excuse me do you fnickn mind

[carnistcervine]

Happy Turkey Day! :3

I've got my evil parasite Gobbles pretty much done. I wanna do some more tinkering with the rig, then I'll post it for free on my Kofi. :)