#a nice makeup brush or fine paint brush can like….

[thebest-medicine]

So I've never actually been tickled by a brush before? Is it actually that bad? I always just assumed it wouldn't feel like much?

Omg my dude …. I haven’t even had very prolonged experiences with them.. but like, the precision, the pressure that can be exerted from them but not a feather, the different types of brushes, the deliberate movement of the bristles and different techniques you could use like … I’m gone I’m dead I have deceased from thinking about brushes too much. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want someone to find every soft-tickle-sensitive spot on my back using precise brushstrokes 🫥🙃🫠🫠🫠😩

[mamawasatesttube]

from the gentle prompts list, "Can I do your hair?" :)

Tim stands in the doorway for several seconds, watching.

Kon looks... Kon looks amazing. They don't go to fancy events like this awards banquet thing too often, so getting to see Kon all dolled up to the nines is a treat. He's already dressed (a smart pair of dress pants and a startlingly delicate blouse that hugs his figure just so, paired with both a choker and a dangly pendant that keeps drawing Tim's eye lower), and he's perched on an invisible stool in front of the mirror as he does his makeup.

He knows Tim's there, of course, but for a few heartbeats, he doesn't say anything. Just keeps humming to himself as he carefully draws on some bold, winged eyeliner, then adds a bit of glitter on top.

Fondness curls into Tim's chest like a cat in front of a fireplace, warm and cozy. He drifts forward, drawn in helplessly by Kon's gravity, and brushes his fingers against the warm skin of the nape of Kon's neck.

Kon shivers. Tim smiles.

"Hi." Kon glances over his shoulder with a smile. His lips are an enchanting, enticing shade of burgundy. "I'm almost ready, I swear." He pauses, gives Tim a none-too-subtle once-over; his smile grows. "You sure clean up nice, gearhead."

Tim laughs. "So do you, farm boy." He rubs his thumb over the base of Kon's neck, smooths over the ridges in his spine. "Just about done?"

"Yeah, almost." Kon's makeup straightens up on the vanity, then slides back into place in the top drawer. "We're not late yet, are we? Lois'll never let me hear the end of it if we are."

"Nah, we have a little bit before we need to head out." A wry smile curls at Tim's lips. "And she's right. You guys all have superspeed. You really have no excuses for being late, ever." He pauses, glances at Kon. "What else do you need to do...?"

Kon catches his eye in the mirror and looks at him like he's grown a second head. "Uh, my hair? Obviously?"

Kon's been growing his hair out lately, like he did when he was seventeen. It's even longer than it ever got back then, now, reaching a little past his chin. It's soft and curly and shiny, and every time Tim buries his face in it, it smells like coconuts and sunshine.

Tim tilts his head. Kon's hair, like the rest of him, looks perfect. "Uh..."

And then it hits him. Kon's nervous. He'd deny it til he's blue in the face, if Tim asked out loud, but he hasn't been to a fancy-schmany kind of thing where people might judge appearances in a while, and even if he claims he's always been used to cameras in his face, even if he's a juggernaut with terrifying amounts of power in his hands, even if he can always pull on a smile at the worst of times... he's delicate. His heart. It's delicate.

He hasn't been to a big, public event like this awards banquet for Lois in a while. This is the first time he's going to one in a kinda femme outfit, with longer hair than he's ever had, with painted nails and glitter on his face. No wonder he's nervous. He's always been anxious about how others see him, whether he admits it or not.

That delicate heart, though? It's in Tim's hands, and he knows precisely how to keep it safe.

"Oh, right." Tim hums, trailing his hand up Kon's neck to toy with one of his springy curls. "Hey. Can I do your hair?"

Kon's eyes widen in the mirror. They narrow almost instantly, but Tim saw that look. Kon's always startled when Tim can see right through him.

"You better not ruin my curls," Kon threatens, but he lowers his hands to his lap anyway. "But fine. If I look stupid, it'll be your fault."

There, Tim thinks. Tim having a hand in his look tonight will make him feel a little more confident. If he let it, the amount of trust Kon places in him would take Tim's breath away.

As it is, Tim just hides a grin as he drops a quick kiss to the top of Kon's head, then starts to carefully comb his fingers through, to neaten up his natural part. "Yeah, yeah. Have some faith in me."

Kon sucks in a tiny breath, almost imperceptible. "I do," he says, his voice softer, gentler. He catches Tim's eye in the mirror, and though he doesn't seem like he can find any other words, Tim hears them all anyway.

"Yeah," he says, and reaches for the barette Kon left on the vanity. "I know."

[mouwrites]

Creepypasta/MH - Taking a Break With Them

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

Jeff the Killer

I doubt he'd remind you to take breaks

The closest he'll get to this is when he needs a break himself and decides to coerce invite you to join him

He likes to unwind with high-energy activities

Literally just chases animals in the woods sometimes

He's crazy fast, too, so he might even catch them

When he's done he'll feel quite restored

Unlike you, probably

"Ah, that was so refreshing!"

"I almost got lost like, five times! How are you that fast?"

On the rare occasion that he wants to do something more chill, or if he lets you pick what to do on your break, it's probably because he just got back from something more high-energy

He's game for most things when this happens

Movie? Sure. Painting nails? He'll take black or red. Just eating a bag of Cheetos in silence? Why not.

The only thing he refuses to do regardless of his exhaustion is take a bath

He HATES baths..... He finds them to be boring and a misuse of time

Plus he doesn't really notice smells (good or bad) anymore, so "nice" soaps are sort of wasted on him

Nina the Killer

Her way of making sure you take breaks is to invite you to take one with her

Even if she doesn't need one, if she thinks you need a rest, she'll step in to help out

Self-care is her go-to

Face masks, manicures/pedicures, hair brushing, makeup...

All while watching the most horrific splatterpunk movie you've ever seen in your life

She thinks it's cute if you get scared or grossed out

Meanwhile she's just smiling broadly to herself while she watches the gore scenes intently

She'll take a lot of pictures of you both as well

"Smile for the cam, Y/n!"

"Ack, no! I look like the green goblin with this mask on!"

"Aww, no you don't! Come on, show off your nails, too!"

She'll treasure those photos forever

Once your masks are off and your nails are dry, you guys entangle your limbs as you cuddle on the couch

If it's late at night, you'll probably end up falling asleep together

If this happens, Nina is definitely sneaking a few more pictures of you sleeping

Clockwork

Though she's not the best about taking breaks herself, when she does take a break it's really nice

She'll come and find you first, asking if you need a break too

She won't force you if you say no

But if you say yes, she'll find a quiet spot for you guys to sit together

She'll get some snacks and drinks and art supplies

While she sets up, you get to pick the music

She won't want to talk while she takes a break, so you'll be needing that music unless you like silence

You'll just sit together for a long time, each of you engulfed in whatever you're doing

She'll offer you supplies, but if you don't want to do art, she doesn't care

You can really do whatever you want as long as it's quiet

And no work allowed!! If it's break time, she doesn't even want you to think about work

If she notices you getting distracted, looking at the door or the clock or something, she'll glare at you until you get back to relaxing

"Hey. Get back to your thing."

"But my deadline..."

"No! Relaxation time. Now relax."

Once you both finish your leisurely activity, she'll let you get back to work if you really need to

Though she'd also just like to sit in silence together, maybe holding hands while you look out the window

Just prolonging your time together as long as you can

Jane the Killer

Likes to go on walks to take a break

She might not always invite you if she needs one, but will force you to come along if she thinks you need one

Prefers nature walks, but walking through the city is fine too

She likes to window shop when she does go on city walks

Might end up buying a little something as a treat

“Those croissants smell pretty good… should we go get a couple?”

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t ask.”

When she goes on nature walks, she packs snacks

She'll walk slowly, but when she finds a nice spot she'll stop and break out the snacks

Also likes to engage in conversation while she walks

Just idle things, nothing too deep or serious

This is supposed to be a break; she doesn't want to be working her brain harder than she needs to

Might play some music when you guys find your resting spot

If it’s really nice out, she might sprawl out and take a little nap

Eyeless Jack

His breaks are more quiet

Not just in the sense that they’re relaxed, but he’s very subtle in discerning when a “break” begins

Like, he’ll just stand up and walk away without a word

You can choose to follow him if you want (he’d appreciate it)

He likes to make hot drinks when he’s trying to unwind

Even if he doesn’t like such things anymore, he finds the process of preparing them to be very relaxing

He’ll be overjoyed if you’re there to drink whatever he makes

Helps him feel less wasteful; or at least not obligated to try and drink it

It’s actually remarkably tasty

If nothing else, you might follow him to go on a break just to get the delicious drink

He doesn’t talk much, he enjoys the silence

Will hold your hand, gently brushing his thumb over your knuckles while you sit together

If you want to tell him about your day or something else non-consequential, he’ll listen

Just as long as it’s not a topic that reminds him of work/responsibilities

Won’t offer much in terms of responses though

Tim/Masky

He struggles to recognize when he needs a break

Usually he just pushes on until he crashes

When he does crash, he’ll just do absolutely nothing for several hours

Not sleeping, not watching TV, literally just collapsed on a chair, staring at the floor/ceiling

Will appreciate cuddles if you find him like that

Don’t expect him to talk though

Honestly you’ll have to be the one to initiate breaks

He likes to go on walks or do something calming to help unwind

Even domestic tasks are calming to him in comparison to his usual work, so you guys might just end up doing a chore together

Folding clothes, doing the dishes, something like that

And of course you’ve got music playing

Or you’re talking about some mundane topic

Exciting topics aren’t very relaxing, so you stick to comfy small talk

“Did you see the sign in front of the diner? They’re open till midnight now.”

“Hm. I wonder why. Maybe they’re trying to compete with the McDonalds across the street.”

It’s sort of a hassle to make sure he takes breaks, but once you get him on one, he’s usually rather pleasant and will thank you when it’s over

But if he’s too stressed about his work he’ll flat out refuse to give it up for one second

Thank you for reading!! Have a good one superstars <33

(divider by saradika)

[mxltifxnd0m]

ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ

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Summary: It’s Halloween, and you do Anakin’s makeup 

AU: Modern AU, College AU

Pairings: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Reader

Words: 1.5K

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Warnings: No use of y/n, mentions of smut, somewhat spicy, suggestive content, fluff, and foul language.

A/N: This was intended as a blurb, then it got out of hand and turned into a one-shot, but I had no clue how to end it.  Also, my first fic for Anakin! 

And as always, thank you to my lovely wife, @songofpatrochilless, for beta reading this 🫶

𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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"Would you stop squirming? You're going to make me smudge something." You grumble as you shift in Anakin's lap, trying to fill in some of the spots on his neck with black face paint. His hands are planted firmly on your thighs as he sits back on the bed, shifting around each time the brush touches his neck. 

"Sorry, I have a beautiful girl in my lap, and she's touching my neck,” Anakin says with a charming smirk as he looks up at you, his cobalt blue eyes even brighter with the black paint surrounding his eyelids. 

"Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere, Skywalker," You say, rolling your eyes, a hint of a smile on your face. "Now shut up and stop squirming. I'm almost done, and then we can slick back your hair." He mimics your words silently, and you hold the paintbrush in your non-dominant hand to pinch Anakin's nipple in retaliation. He yelps slightly in pain and glares at you. 

"That wasn't very nice." He pouts at you, the teeth you painted on him morphing around his mouth. 

"You liked it, shut up." You hush Anakin and return to painting the finer details on his neck. As you work on his neck, you can feel his hands slowly moving up and down your thighs. You take the leftover black paint on the back of your hand and use it to fill in any part of his face that was painted partially black to make it more opaque. 

You guys decided to go as Violet and Tate from American Horror Story for Halloween this year. You really wanted to see what Anakin would look like with Tate's skull makeup. 

Anakin's eyes were closed, letting you finish painting his face. Once done, you sprayed some setting spray on his face and fanned it dry. You leaned forward to kiss his forehead and moved to get off his lap. He squeezed your thighs tighter before letting go. 

"Can I look?" He gestures to the mirror on the back of his door. 

"No! I have to do your hair, and you can get the grand reveal." You say with a teasing grin as you get off the bed to grab the bag you brought to Anakin's dorm room. He rolls his eyes but has a smile on his face as he sits up on his bed and stretches, the black shirt he was wearing rising, revealing the band of his Calvin Klein underwear and the trail of hair you love to see as you remove his shirt in the throes of passion you and Anakin have. 

You grabbed a towel, black hair wax, gel, and fine-tooth comb from your bag and crawled onto the bed, this time behind Anakin. You place the comb on the bed beside you, wrap the towel around his shoulders, open the jar of black hair wax you bought recently, and put some on your fingertips. You only put the black in the roots to mimic Tate's hair in the show. You massaged it into his scalp and saw Anakin relax at your movemments. After finishing the black hair wax, you wipe your hands on the towel to remove the pigment. 

Then, you open the cap to the hair gel and scoop a generous amount into your hand. You warm it up between your hands and rake it through Anakin's dirty blonde hair, which still had bright blonde streaks from the summer you spent together on the beach. His hair was the perfect length for the costume he was wearing. After spreading the gel through his hair, you took the comb and started to slick back his hair. It took a little while for him to begin to resemble Tate. Once you were done, you got up from the bed and stood in front of Anakin. 

You left a little piece of hair in the front and twirled it around your finger to make it curly with some of the gel that was left on your hands. You bit your lip as your eyes raked over Anakin. He looked so similar to the reference photos of Tate in his skull makeup. The only difference was that his eyes stood out compared to Tate's brown ones. You smiled at your handy work and clapped your hands together excitedly. 

"Ani! You look so good!" You exclaimed. 

He smiled at your excitement, "Thank you, angel, but it was all your hard work." He began to lean forward to kiss your forehead, but you swerved and stepped back.

"Nope, no kisses yet, Anakin," You tease him. "I need to get ready, and we need to take pictures together." 

"Then I can kiss you?" He says exasperatedly. 

"Yes, then you can kiss me." You laugh at his expression, his pout making him look less intimidating in the skull makeup. 

You're glad that Violet's look was more straightforward. Trying to match an outfit she wore in the series took some time, but you managed to thrift most of her outfit. You bought a burnt orange cardigan, a short floral sundress, and a black wide-brim hat. You already had some tights and debated between your black Doc Martens and black thigh boots. You ended up choosing the thigh-high boots because you knew Anakin loved them. 

Anakin was lying against the wall on his bed, his feet hanging off it and scrolling on his phone. As you took off (his) your shirt, your chest was bare since you didn't like wearing bras when wearing baggy shirts. You bent over to grab the bra you left when you spent the night with Anakin when his roommate was out. You heard the camera shutter sound come from his phone, and your head snapped over to Anakin. A cheeky smile was plastered on his face as he put down his phone and put his hands behind his head. 

"Oh, don't stop on my account." He said smugly. 

You give him an unamused look and turn around so your bare back is facing him, and he lets out a noise of protest, and a smile breaks out on your face at the noise. You quickly got dressed and put on jewelry and simple makeup. The finishing touch was the hat. You smiled to yourself and turned around to face Anakin. He smiled, got up from the bed, and stood before you.  

"You look beautiful, angel." He says softly as his eyes roam your figure. 

"And you look so attractive right now, Ani." You say. 

He smirks, "You have a thing for a school shooter that is tied to the house he died in as a ghost?" 

You tilt your head, contemplating, "When you put it like that. No, I don't, but Evan Peters is hot, so it balances it out." You shrug. He opens his mouth to reply, but you grab his wrist and pull him to the mirror on his door before he can. 

"Okay, now you can look at what you look like." He studies himself before turning around and kissing your forehead quickly before you can protest.

"I look great. Thank you for doing it for me." He says gratefully. You grin at his words. 

"No problem, pretty boy. Now, time for pictures!" You quickly grab your phone and take pictures of Anakin and vice versa. You guys take individual pictures before taking some together. Once you guys are done, you begin to look through them, picking your favorites. 

Before you can delete the images you didn't like, Anakin grabs your phone and tosses it on his bed. He grabs your waist and pulls you against him. You yelp in surprise but wrap your hands around his neck to steady yourself. 

"I believe I was promised a kiss after we took photos." He said with an expectant look on his face. You roll your eyes at him but oblige and give him a peck on his lips. But as you begin to pull away, one of his hands leaves your waist and cups your face to deepen the kiss. You make a noise of protest, but as he swipes his tongue at the seam of your lips, you melt into the kiss.  

Before the kiss becomes any more heated, you pull away from Anakin. 

"Anakin!" You admonish as you check his makeup. It stayed in place, luckily. He leans in again to kiss you, but you put a hand on his chest. 

"Anakin, no. You're gonna ruin your makeup, and we have to get going soon." 

He rolls his eyes, "Fine, but you owe me at least a makeout session after the party." He relents. You chuckle at his demand and turn your head to kiss his palm that is still on your cheek. 

"After the party, we can do more than just a makeout, okay?" You say suggestively.

He smirks, "You just want to fuck me in the skull makeup, don't you." 

You smile at him, "Maybe." You unwind your arms from his neck and clap your hands together. 

"Let's get going before Padme has our heads for being late." You said with a grimace. The thought of an angry Padme didn't settle well in your mind. 

[cakerybakery]

Adam seemed quite upset over the idea of going on a date with Lucifer in public. It wasn’t like Adam objected to the date because he didn’t want to go out with Lucifer. He rather enjoyed dating Lucifer. The dates though, they had always been on the quiet side because Adam still wasn’t quite used to the fact he was dating a man.

He was quite used to get fucked by one but there was a difference between the bedroom and dinner at a restaurant.

So Lucifer thought his plan was ingenious. Adam was still a little in the closet, that was fine. Lucifer knew he looked good in a dress.

Although, if he was honest, it had been a while. Lilith had done his make up and it was for a ball in the Lust ring. He’d been forced to ask Charlie for a bit of help when magic had left him looking a little more like face paint at a child’s birthday party than sexy temptress.

“We’ll go light, okay?” Charlie moved his face about and applied a tiny terrifying brush rather close to his eyeball. “You and I don’t exactly need more blush. And your eyelids are already purple.” She muttered a small thank you for not inheriting that feature from Lucifer. He had to sit still as she applied lipstick next.

Then she attacked his hair as Vaggie was picking out a dress from the ones he’d bought because he wasn’t sure what to wear.

Charlie was stronger than she looked as she held him in a chokehold and worked out a knot he was sure he’d had since 1785.

He was tossed in the bathroom with the clothing and told not to mess up his hair and make up.

Finally getting a breath, he leaned back against the counter. Maybe he was being silly. Lucifer could just wear a suit and make Adam have to face the fact that sometimes, his boyfriend wanted to be seen out in public with him.

Still, he’d come this far and only if he was completely ugly would he take it off.

He dropped the housecoat and took off his boxers. Lucifer slipped the panties on and did up the matching lace bra. It wasn’t like he had anything to show off, but it should give the illusion of a chest anyways.

Stepping into the white sundress, Lucifer pulled it up. He fiddled with the bow but it felt lopsided. The girls would probably have to do it for him. Lucifer checked over his shoulder at the bow and was startled.

Not by the bow, but by himself.

A pretty woman looked back as him in the mirror.

Lucifer turned around fully and the bra worked like expected. Gave him the appearance of breasts. The dress tucked in at his waist and settled at his hips, he had a lovely figure apparently. Charlie had done a nice job on his makeup, as little of it as there was. He had eyelashes, who knew?

He already knew his hair was short. It looked cute all fluffy down though.

When he came out, Lucifer was nervous. He achieved his goal, he just didn’t expect to be quite as pretty as he was.

“Oh.” Charlie’s eyes went wide and a hand went to cover her mouth for an excited, “Wow. Dad, you look lovely.”

Lucifer blushed gold and Vaggie agreed with Charlie.

Vaggie fixed the red bow on the back of the dress and helped tuck a bra strap under a dress strap as Charlie fussed with the lines of the dress and made sure they were straight.

His boots didn’t match and Charlie lent him a pair of strappy black sandals. His normal hat also didn’t match so with a bit a magic he turned it into a sun hat.

Adam was waiting impatiently in the lobby and the guys and Niffty were trying to mollify him.

“Perfection can take time.” Angel, whom knew from the designs on the bags brought back to the hotel over the last few days that Lucifer definitely wasn’t coming down in a suit like Adam thought he was, was grinning widely.

Husk just uh huhed and gave Angel a side eyed glare. He didn’t know about the underwear or dresses but suspected Angel knew more than he was letting on.

“I really don’t see the point of being nervous about the whole thing.” Alastor shrugged, “just murder anyone that dares to mock you. Crush them under the heel of your boot and make them scream and beg for a mercy that will not come. It’s what I would do.”

Niffty giggled as everyone else took a step back.

Charlie and Vaggie stepped out of the lobby elevator first and Adam sighed. He left the bar and stuck his hands in his suit pants pockets. He hated dressing up in fancy modern clothing. It was more restrictive than his robes and casual clothing.

He was handsome, of course, but he wished they could have just going bowling or some shit instead of having reservations at some highbrow fancy ass restaurant.

Adam opened his mouth to speak but his jaw dropped when the girls parted and a beautiful woman stood behind them. For a second Adam thought that Charlie had a sister no one told him about, but the golden blush gave away the woman’s angelic blood.

“Lucifer?” He looked his boyfriend up and down. “Oh shit, you have to fuck me looking like that later.”

Various tones of “Adam!” Sounded off around the room and Adam realized he spoke out loud.

Lucifer just grinned devilishly, grabbed Adam by the lapels and pulled him into a kiss that made Lucifer have to reapply his lipstick before tugging Adam along behind him out to the waiting limo by the tie like a leash.

“Oh you can count on that, handsome.”

[mawsnclaws]

In honor of school letting out, here's some Stanley Palatable predcanons for you. Expect more uploads for various fandoms soon <3

NARRATOR:

- He's the most stuck up pred you've ever met, but the most insistent on eating you.

- He refuses to eat you if you have shoes or a jacket on. He thinks they're "too dirty" and will refuse to even let you near his mouth.

- Adventure line tongue? Adventure line tongue! If you decide to follow the Adventure line, you may end up in a bit of a..situation.

- If you fall into something he may be eating or drinking, don't expect him to help you out. You're on your own now. Just hope you can avoid being eaten long enough to find a way out.

- Don't mention him eating you to anyone else because he'll just brush you off and get embarassed. "Oh dear where did you ever come up with a thing like that?" Before you're snatched up and shoved into his pocket.

- He uses the time he has you in his stomach to get things done. He's always making sure you're safe and not doing anything stupid- he rarely has time to work on the Parable or his writing. His best bet is just to swallow you down and take some time for himself.

- Biiig fan of fear/fearplay, even if you hate it. He's really bad at knowing just when to stop so he often does go overboard- but he tries his hardest to make up for it in any way he knows how afterwards.

- His stomach is either like the zen room or bright yellow! Depends on how he's feeling. It growls a lot- on purpose mostly. He thinks it "adds to the tone" when in reality it's just nice white noise.

STANLEY:

- Surprisingly worried pred, constantly prodding at his stomach to try and make sure that you're ok.

- Needs constant reassurance that you're fine and he tries to find different ways to talk to you since he can't speak.

- Mostly eats you to give you a break from The Narrator. He's gentle and quiet- something that The Narrator isn't. He genuinely enjoys being this close to you.

- Enjoys it when you rub the inside of his stomach!

- His stomach is a duller grey-ish pale yellow, it's not harsh on your eyes which is nice. His stomach doesn't growl as much and when it does it's pretty quiet.

- After he eats you, he tries to settle down in a place where he wouldn't move much. His chair, the break room, somewhere peaceful like that. He doesn't want to disturb the little bit of "alone time" that you get.

THE CURATOR:

(this one is mainly for me. happy pride month yall. I LOVE WOMEN.)

- She is a very no nonsense pred. She won't eat you without permission but she doesn't like it if you squirm or struggle.

- She mainly eats Mariella, but if you ask her politely enough and you catch her on a good day, she absolutely will eat you.

- Her stomach is a gentle blue-purple color and it's very quiet. Most of the time she'll gently hum while working, or make small conversation, but other than that it's silent.

- Sometimes she likes to gossip about The Narrator. Nothing harmful at all, just silly little quips about her "airhead" coworker.

- Sometimes she'll dangle you between her fingers (neatly manicured blue nails.. 😋) before she eats you. She's silly and indulgent sometimes.

MARIELLA:

(this is also mostly for me. I just. love women. a lot. 😭)

- THE YAPPER EVER. She will NOT shut up once she eats you. She sees this as an opportunity to talk and talk without any interruptions. She talks about everything. Hair, nails, the weather, her job- everything.

- Her stomach is pink! It's a muted pink but it's very nice. It growls a lot but not nearly as much as The Narrator's.

- Sometimes you'll just get picked up and eaten with no explanation and she'll start chatting away. It's mostly when she's bored and has nobody else to talk too.

- She's not one for fear but she does like to dangle and tease occasionally.

- Sometimes she won't even eat you, she'll just hold you in her mouth for awhile while she paints her nails or does makeup- or on the rare occasion that she actually gets stuff done, some paperwork.

- She'll fall asleep without explanation at times. One moment she'll be talking and the next she's fast asleep.

[icycoldninja]

Beauty Day Headcanons for the First Class SOLDIER boys!

A/N: I have always imagined the 1st class bois doing a beauty day with their S/O cause why not? They're beautiful. 💅💄

♡ Sephiroth♡

-Let's start with skincare. He's not that into skin cleansing with creams and whatnot, but will definitely put on a face mask, especially if it's Moogle or Chocobo themed.

-He will allow you to put on some eyeshadow (see pic above, not mine btw) and maybe some foundation, but lipstick is out of the question because he risks getting it on his hair.

-LOVES to have his nails painted, especially black and white. I mean come on. Why do you think he wears gloves? It's to hide his shiny, glittery nails from everyone. Paint his nails for him once and you'll find it turns into a tradition. Every weekend, you two end up sitting at the kitchen table, painting each other's nails different colors, trying out new patterns and designs. Too bad his nails have to be kept short so he can fitght or he would have long-ass coffin nails by now.

-You want to brush his hair? By all means, go right ahead! Sephiroth is a living Rapunzel; to have a beauty day and not play with his hair would be to miss out on a golden opportunity. He loves it. You love it. Everyone's happy.

-What about hairstyling, you may ask? Well, he is in EUPHORIA when you braid his hair (it's soooo relaxing) and likes to have you help him tie it into buns, pigtails, ponytails and whatnot. At the end of the day, he ends up looking like a really big, muscular kawaii girl. ✌️🩷❤️✌️

☆Genesis☆

-LOOK at this man. A total pretty boy. It's likely that you were introduced to beauty days by him, and that he dragged you onto the makeup/skincare/shiny things bandwagon.

-Will wear literally anything you want him to, eyeshadow, lipstick, blush, facemasks, cleansers, you name it, he'll let you put it on his face. That can be interpreted many ways, don't sue me for your dirty minds

-Fingernail painting? He's fine with it, but he's more into pedicures because his hands get scratched up more often than Sephiroth's do.

-When it's time to paint the footsies...hoo boy. His toes are very ticklish, so you have to pinch 'em just so or he'll be wiggling and giggling, and then his feet will end up covered in nail polish and there'll be a huge mess in general.

-Like Sephiroth, Genesis enjoys getting his hair done. He'll let you wash it, style it, tie it up into little pigtails--he's basically your living Barbie doll.

-All in all, beauty days with Genesis are lots of fun. Sometimes you guys turn on a rom-com or drama and do each other's hair while watching it. ❤️

■ Angeal ■

-Aight, this man is different from the rest. He's not that into makeup, but he will don a little blush and guyliner if you ask him to.

-Angeal's preference is skincare, believe it or not. He wants the whole package, face masks, cleansers, lotions, hydrating soaps, etc. Being in S.O.L.D.I.E.R. means you have to leave for missions often--you don't get much time to maintain your skin. As a result, Angeal is now a skincare addict and relies on you to teach him how to use the products properly and help him establish a solid routine.

-Bonus points if you buy him one of those cute headbands to push his hair back. Imagine seeing your beefy boyfriend parading around the house with bunny ears and a pink sheet mask. Adorable.

-Another thing he enjoys is massages. Yes, you read that right. Coming home from an exhausting mission and being met with a warm bubble bath and then a relaxing massage? That's his kind of heaven.

-Also wouldn't mind giving you a nice full body massage as a reward afterwards. What did I tell you about double meanings, like jeez ?

[dozing--zzz]

these are @robbie-lee-zombie 's tickle questions! (sorry for the tag! ik you dont know me haha)

i thought id answer them because why not! also its a fun way for yall to get to know how i am tickle-wise since my blog is so new ☺️

1. What’s your favorite tickle tool?

honestly, just hands. but feathers and paint/makeup brushes are fun too. i just dont like the harsh/scratchy ones

2. Favorite Ler? (Tag them if you dare~)

im not super close with really anyone on here just yet, (totally feel free to change that, send me a dm lets be friends!!) so im not sure! i dont wanna tag someone i hardly know lol

3. Favorite Lee? (Tag them to call them out~)

same as #2!

4. Opinion on blindfolds/restraints? Why or why not?

not really my thing! they scare me like a lot haha. like im okay with maybeee my arms up or being pinned if i trust someone, but that's as far as ill go.

as a ler, ill pin a lee if they want it, but big bondage is still not my style. whatever the lee prefers other than that ☺️

5. A spot that gets you squealing?

this question is so cruel 🥲

lower back n back ribs

6. How long do you estimate you could last before calling mercy?

not sure. ive never been tickled for an extended period of time before, but id estimate maybe 2 minutes? before I need a break.

7. Ever have tickle fantasies?

if "fantasies" is being used non-sexually in this case, absolutely. haha i think about lots of cute little scenarios of either me tickling someone or them getting me.

8. Why did you make your tickle blog?

ive had a few before this that i abandoned, and have lurked for like 2 years since my last one, but i joined again because i love interacting with this community and having tickle friends makes me soo happy

(again, dm me!! id love to be friends)

9. Does anyone irl know of your interests?

nope! farr, far too scared haha

10. Can you say the t-word?

i think i can, ive never actually said it in front of anyone before because it never comes up, but like ive said it just fine sitting in my room or while reading aloud

11. Verbal teases, yes or no and why?

depends. some of the stuff i see is awkward and corny, i guess i would have to really experience it myself because most of what i see online doesn't appeal to me. im not sure if that would change if it was an actual interaction haha

this also is the reason i dont rp online as a lee, because its just awkward to me lol. i dont actually feel anything lol 😭

12. Upper body tickles or lower body tickles?

i like both, but probably upper body if i had to choose.

no, definitely not because my belly and back are there shush

13. Neck or ear tickles?

i dont think my ears are very ticklish, so probably neck tickles haha

14. Pinned on your back, or your stomach?

i dont think i could choose haha both make a bad spot super vulnerable 🥲

15. What do you love about the lees you know?

they're SO tooth-rottingly adorable oh my goddess. they make me wanna hold them in my lap and just gently tickle them silly you literal cutie pies.

16. What do you love about the lers you know?

one, they're also so adorable, and two, they're so nice about tickles 🥲 they make me feel so safe and nice

17. Feathers or Paint Brushes?

this question.. 🥲

i dont think i could choose i love them both

18. How long have you known about your interests in the community?

since i was young, like maybe 7-8 years old, i had that feeling about and fixation on tickling, and thats also when i became a little scared and very shy about the subject on top of being a very reserved child, and only just secretly watched yt tickle compilations in my bedroom. i didn't find out about the community until i was more like 11-12. it was huge to me since i thought i was just.. weird haha, and while i was very dumb and didn't put up proper boundaries, i engaged with tickle content for a while. when i was 14, i believe, i had this like year-long phase where i wanted to not be like that anymore, deleted tumblr, and tried to completely push it out of my life but surprise surprise haha! at 15, i started lurking again and here i am now at 17 with my current blog!

19. What’s your favorite way to be tickled? (As in provoked, teased into asking, etc.)

surprise tickles or having someone straight up ask if they can tickle me would probably be my favorites because i feel its SO cute, and also doesnt involve me asking.. also the second one usually means gentler tickles like we're cuddling on the couch or something and those aaa are for sure my favorites

20. Are you/Do you like Polite Lees or Bratty Lees? (Asking for tickles vs Pissing someone off for tickles)

i love all lees because all of you are adorable and i will never say anything different, but someone coming up to me and asking for tickles will always hold a special place in my heart because AA its so incredibly cute it makes me so happy

i myself am a polite lee, im very shy irl in general and that kind of bleeds into how i am about tickles, so while it would take like a whole day of hyping myself up and figuring out how to ask and i would almost 100% chicken out, if i could ask i would. i don't like making people mad either haha

if you have any other tickle (or just normal!) questions you want my input on, my asks are open! ask away!!☺️

[shallyne]

The Diary of Feyre Archeron Ch 4

CHAPTER FOUUUUUUR! YAY!!! All chapters on A03

Words: 1.6k

TW: signs of a panic attack, death, implied murder

July 19th

It's barely daybreak and we already got bad news. Mom had a stroke last night, so severe that she's now in a coma. I tried talking to Nesta but she didn't reply and just left, Elain still seems in shock. I don't know how I feel, it all just seems going downward right now and there is no way to stop it. Is it possible to feel nothing about mom's stroke? Maybe I am in shock but I don't feel like I am in shock, I just, I feel nothing. Does that make me a bad person? Maybe it does, maybe I am a bad person but if I am a bad person, then mom is a bad person, too.

I'm trying not to think too much about it, Elain and Nesta are more important right now because they do feel something, and I want to make sure that they know I am there for them if they want to talk. I doubt they will but it's always nice to know that there is someone, right?

Also, should we tell dad? Should we tell him soon or wait for some news? He's going to be devastated, like we were when we lost everything because of his antics.

I shouldn't go down this route right now, maybe another time.

Well, I guess it's time now to get ready for school, maybe Rhys will distact me from this shitshow my family is right now.

July 20th

Rhys told me today that he needs to talk to me soon about something important, whenever I have time. I only have time next Saturday and he was okay with meeting in the little park close to school then, so it can't be urgent.

OMG, maybe he's asking me on a date? That MUST be it!! I don't know how I am just thinking about it. Maybe I can borrow a dress from Nesta for Saturday and wear a little makeup. I don't know much about makeup, maybe Elain can help me. This is so exciting. FINALLY!! I'm totally saying yes but not instantly, he took long enough to ask me on a date.

I'll let my hair open, I know he likes it. I did it once and he told me I looked pretty, so that's a given. I also have this perfume I'm only wearing for special occasions, I'll use that, too.

Maybe I can get some details about it in the following week.

This is the best day of my life!!!!

Also, Ianthe has been a bitch to me. Rhys had told me she kept flirting with him after he rejected her a bajillion times and I told her to go away after she tried AGAIN. Unbelievable, right?

Such a shame she smashed her hand in her locker door in the PE changing room where no one could see us her.

I hope it heals just fine, would be sad if it didn't.

July 21st

I'm trying to draw and I just can't. Everytime I try I'm staring at a blank canvas, which is just as blank as my mind. I thought the maybe-date with Rhys would inspire me at least a little but it's impossible. I have a creative block. Even thinking about picking up a pencil or a brush takes all my energy, I never felt this way about painting. Painting was always my escape, I was always good at expressing any feeling through art. Now, I just get angry. I want to take the canvas and throw it away. I like having this diary but it's not the same as painting, I can't express myself in words like I do in sketches and paintings, or even scribbles. That part of me just feels empty now, like someone stole all the colors, all lights and feelings and shapes. It's a void.

Elain looked at my canvas and told me to give it a few days, maybe she's right. It's a stressful time for us all. We will get through this and then we go back to our normal lives because everything will be okay.

I'm trying to tell myself that at least, like Elain does, but there is always a little voice in my head that doubts any happiness will come our way.

The feeling of impending doom is still there, gripping me everyday, reminding me that all is not okay. Maybe it's just a puberty thing, I'm sure Nesta and Elain went through the same thing. I wouldn't know, talking about feelings in the Archeron household is like eating a steak as a vegan. You don't do it.

July 26th

Rhys is dead to me.

He and his stupid father don't exist anymore, not in my world. They are dead. DEAD.

Rhys hadn't invited me to ask me on a date, I didn't get ready, borrowed Nesta's dress, let Elain do my makeup, use my good perfume, because he wanted to ask me on a date. No, he invited me to tell me that he is the reason for ruining my life. My whole family's life. That we have NOTHING! Okay fine, it's his father's fault but what's the difference? I AM SO ANGRY. He just moved here to ruin my father's business because of some stupid deal my father broke. Speaking of father, my father is just as dead to me. He can rot in hell, I hope he rots in prison. My sister's are suffering because of HIM. Because of his decisions, because of Rhysand's family. I hate my father, I hate Rhysand's father, I hate Rhysand.

I must have looked just as distraught as I feel because Nesta knew instantly that something happened when I came home. I told her everything, her and Elain, and she is seething.

I can't believe I fell for Rhysand, I can't believe I fell for a fucking lie.

I'm just so angry I can barely breathe. I can't breathe. I can't fucking breathe.

How am I supposed to see Rhysand everyday at school and not scream at him, at the unfairness of it all. How can I ever look at myself, live with myself, for falling foe his tricks to get close to me like a fool.

It was all a lie.

Dad's business was a lie.

Our life was a lie.

Rhysand was a big fucking lie.

I can't breathe.

July 31st

I'm sitting in a train.

The last twenty-four hours five days felt like a bad nightmare, one I just want to wake up from. But it's not a nightmare, is it? It's real.

Mom is dead. They said it was the stroke. Rhysand said it wasn't. I don't know why I believe him but he looked genuine. Maybe I am a fool for trusting him in this but Nesta seems to believe him, too.

Ruining my father's business wasn't the last of Rhysand's father's plans for my father. My father ruined a big deal, now Rhysand's father ruins his life. Meaning that he sends out his men to kill the people my father loves. Which includes my mother. And his daughters.

I think this is how shock feels, feeling like an empty shell. Every movement feels robotic, only muscle memory making me move.

Nesta told me that Rhysand's brothers knocked like crazy on the front door, the tall one was even short of breaking the freaking door down, to warn them about the threat on their lives. Meanwhile Rhysand dragged me out of that diner, kicking and screaming. I didn't want to listen, I didn't want to touch him, but he didn't budge. He brought me to my sisters. Telling me the plan.

The plan to send us away, to a friend who can help us. I think his name was Jurian. We are traveling to him now, he lives in a little city near Austin.

After that we won't be the Archeron’s anymore, we will live under another name, in a city far away.

I don't even know why Rhysand helped us, why would he care. He used me as a pawn for his father and now he helps us running away? I know that he said he never used me but the timing of befriending me seemed convenient. He also said he wouldn't track us after we got our new identities in Austin, but I don't know if I believe him. Maybe his friend will rat us out.

I made a promise to myself when we entered the train station this morning. I promised to keep Nesta and Elain safe, whatever it takes. They used me, they got my mom but they won't get my sister's.

Also, dear diary, this will be my last entry. Nesta wanted me to burn my diary, so it couldn't be tracked to us, but we compromised and I would keep it hidden wherever we end up. Never touch it again.

It was nice to have you as a silent companion as long as it lasted.

Bye

Excerpt from a group chat between Rhysand, Morrigan, Cassian and Azriel

Azriel: They just left Jurian’s house.

Cassian: so, that's it?

Morrigan: no contact anymore, it's to keep them safe, Cassian

Cassian: I know but how sure can we be that Aamon’s men won't track them down?

Rhysand: they won't

Cassian: but can we be SURE

Azriel: yes

Morrigan: Rhys, have you told Feyre?

Rhysand: no, it wasn't the time

Morrigan: there will never be the perfect time to tell someone you love them but it was your last chance

Rhysand: I know

Cassian: maybe it won't be forever

Rhysand: maybe

Morrigan: maybe

Azriel: maybe

Feysand Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader

[unknown-jewel]

Do u have any cluck headcanons? I’m honestly so surprised seeing how little content there is of this ship

*cracks knuckles* My time has come.

I think Claire is just as anxious as Chuck, but she's a lot better at managing it. So she teaches him a bunch of different coping techniques, like different breathing exercises and stuff like that.

They have self-care dates! They'll take a whole day together just to do stuff like skin-care, manicures, washing and styling each other's hair, etc.

Speaking of, his hair is basically her favorite thing in the whole world and if they're just sitting around not doing anything she will inevitably ask if she can brush it, style it, run her fingers through it, or otherwise touch it in some way. And of course he always says yes. :3

They also have a lot of movie dates. They have very different taste in movies (Chuck likes fantasy and sci-fi adventure, and Claire likes romcoms and musicals). When they started doing these dates they said they were gonna take turns picking the movie, buuut... he usually just lets her pick. He just likes seeing her happy, okay!?

There is one type of movie they do both like, though. Disney princess movies! They have fantasy settings for Chuck, and romance and musical numbers for Claire. Everyone's happy!

Mike is their biggest supporter! He literally threw a party when he found out they finally got together. Julie ships them too, but she's a lot more low-key about it. Mike is literally just the moon from that one asdfmovie bit: "Hey! You two should kiss!"

They're both way too easy to fluster. Claire can dish it out just fine, but she can't take it at all. She'll be flirting with him like a pro, making him a blushing, stammering mess, but all he needs to do is stutter out something about how she did her makeup especially nice that day and boom, she's in the exact same boat.

Because he's so accident-prone, she starts carrying a box of bandaids with her at all times, so she can patch up any cuts and scrapes he gets.

He repays the gesture by carrying extra hair-ties for her, in case hers snaps.

Her parents love him soooo much, and start treating him like a part of the family pretty much immediately. I've always headcanoned Claire's parents as the slightly embarrassing, super affectionate types, just to paint a better picture. :3

She's a really good baker and she's always making him different sweets to try.

So. Many. Bad. Puns. Listen to me. It's 100% canon that Chuck likes making bad puns, and that Claire thinks bad puns are funny. You cannot tell me that these two are not constantly making bad puns and laughing at them like they're the funniest thing in the world and making everyone around them cringe. You cannot.

They just like rambling to each other about their interests and the new skills they've picked up recently in their respective fields. Chuck doesn't know a damn thing about sewing or fashion, and Claire doesn't know a damn thing about programming or hacking, so there will always be a point in the conversation where they lose track of what the other is saying. But they always keep listening because they love hearing each other talk about the stuff they're passionate about. <3

Thank you sooo much for this ask, anon! It made me so happy! I'm sorry it took a couple of days. A lot of these were just floating around my brain and I'd never typed them out before, so I wanted to take some time to do that and get all my thoughts organized and make sure I didn't forget anything. Hope you enjoy!

[oficeandwind]

"give me your dendrobium."

"no."

"i demand it, for ren."

"what a coincidence!" chongyun shoots the wanderer a bright smile. "this just so happens to be for him!" they pull the box closer to their chest, tightening their grip on it to prevent kaminari from trying to yank it out of their hands a second time. "i was warned you'd be coming for this, and i'm telling you, you can't have it."

"look at me, exorcist." kami leans closer, beckoning chongyun's gaze toward his own eyes. "you see this? i don't look like this naturally. ren isn't the only one who paints his face. i just so happen to enjoy the idea of using what he's using." he holds his other hand out for the box. "the dendrobium, please and thank you. oh, and one of your popsicles. i hear they're divine."

"excuse me?" chongyun scoffs out a laugh. "you think a quick 'please' is going to grant you what you want?" they shove kami's hand to the side. "if you'll excuse me, hat guy's twin―"

"no, i have a name. did you know i'm not just his twin? i have an actual name." he grips chongyun's wrist loosely, pulling the exorcist closer. "i'll stop calling you exorcist if you use my name."

"you're an asshole." chongyun isn't entirely sure if they mean malice with those words or not. ren's twin doesn't seem aggressive by any means, but his stubbornness is certainly obnoxious. "fine, i'm chongyun."

"i know. just because i've been a recluse doesn't mean i haven't heard of you." kami grins as he tightens his grip on chongyun's wrist, yanking them closer. "but nice to meet you, call me kaminari."

"kami..."

"―nari."

"kami." chongyun grins at him, once again trying to pull their wrist free. "i can and will kick your ass if you don't let go."

"oh yeah? try me, claymore boy." kami snakes an arm around chongyun's waist to pin them in place. he's still trying to fish the box out of chongyun's arms. "lemme do my eye makeup before ren. i won't even use all of― oof!"

before he can finish his sentence, he's met with a rather painful knee to the stomach. perhaps he'd underestimated just how strong the exorcist is, but the brief pain is enough that he's loosening his grip on chongyun. clutching his stomach, he kicks his own leg out to knock chongyun to the ground.

it works. and before kami even knows what's happening, he's being tackled to the ground. they're both a messy tangle of arms and legs, rolling around on the ground, fighting. kami can barely keep track of what body part belongs to who at this point, but it doesn't matter; he's fighting back with as much as he's getting at this point. he's pretty sure he can hear chongyun laughing, which means, good. he feels better if this entire fight isn't even serious in the first place. ren would definitely kick his ass if kami did anything to hurt chongyun.

after what feels like hours, the pair of them are finally settling down, side by side, staring up at the starry sky. chongyun is breathing heavily, so kami turns to him. chongyun's forming a black eye, and there are other bruises on the exorcist's exposed skin. it helps that chongyun is grinning.

"you're pretty strong," chongyun compliments him. "i haven't had a fight like that in forever."

"i didn't know you were trained," kami returns the praise. "i didn't think i'd keep up with you."

"you still can't have the dendrobium," chongyun retorts. there's a blush on his cheeks that kami is taking note of. "ren gets to decide if you deserve it or not."

"fine," kami sighs. he closes his eyes briefly before hopping back up to his feet. then, he offers a hand down for chongyun. "let's get back into the city before ren does something drastic. i really don't want to hear about him bothering the matra or corps of thirty. then i'll end up in trouble somehow."

chongyun uses kami's hand to pull himself upright, brushing grass, dust, and small twigs off his pants. he's about as clean as he's going to get, with faint grass stains staining the bottom of his pants, and his shoes now scuffed. "you probably deserve it," chongyun comments. he bends over to grab the box, once again tucking it close to his person. "no touching."

kami stares at chongyun for a long moment, before holding a single finger out. his finger hovers above the box, though not making any contact. "i'm not touching it," kami taunts in a sing-song. "i'm not touching it."

"if you continue to press me, i will leave you frozen out here, and ren can free your corpse later with a pick. i'd even stick around to watch."

"if you freeze me, then i'll just retaliate even harder. i can't die, idiot." he's smug as he leads the way back to sumeru city. for a few seconds, all is quiet. he's certain chongyun is contemplating his words.

it isn't until another sharp kick is felt in the back of his knees that kami realizes that neither of them are in a huge hurry to return. and once again, the box is tossed to the side as they then dissolve into round two.

[koreposion]

A Pink Tale starting off with Cross

Ink was always one for stories and it was always hard to watch the Bad Sanses. He found their lives to be interesting as recovering victims. "Victims" wasn't the proper term but it was close enough to gather some understanding. They were suffering in their own minds and that made them shun affection.

Unfortunate truly, love is beautiful and horrifying in it's own way. For them to not have the chance to experience it was unfair. To keep him from telling this story was also an unfair play by Nightmare. But Ink has his tricks, finding out about certain habids made it easier to do what he wanted.

A ink blot appeared on the ground and Ink pulled himself out of it. He brushed himself off as he spotted Cross, who hadn't noticed him yet. A smile appeared on Ink's face as he hopped up and charged Cross.

It was a swift motion to tackle Cross and get him into a hold. Ink's normal clumsiness was overshadowed by his technique that he had grabbed from Horror. It kept Cross quiet as he struggled in the hold, an arm over his throat as Ink looked down at him. Ink shushed Cross before popping open one of his vials,

"What-" Cross didn't get a chance to finish as Ink held open his mouth and poured the inky substance down his throat. Ink then shut his mouth with his hands, forcing Cross to swallow so he wouldn't choke.

Cross clawed at Ink's hands, leaving deep lacerations on the creator's hands and arms. He felt his throat burn, his mind fizzled and popped with pink. The more he struggled the more his anger mixed with a bubbly pink that coated his insides. To comprehend what was happening to him was terrifying, he focused on what he could do.

By the time he had finally broken out of his struggle Ink was gone. Logically that made no sense, he was fighting Ink for....how long? Why was he even mad at Ink, he just came over for a visit and gave him a gift... Cross' mind broke the moment he felt pink.

It felt wonderful to be pink, Cross was so silly for being so rough with Ink. He'd have to apologize later... possibly with flowers and some paints. He had other things to tend to however, his desk had become a mess during his little play fight.

As he sorted through the papers his office door opened and Horror stepped in with a cart. It had tea and snacks on it accompanied by a small ice box. Horror froze as he looked at Cross, and squinted like he was trying to see something.

"Cross, can you change the color of your eyelights?" Horror asked, softly...he was always so gentle when it came to dealing with Cross.

"Of course I can change the color of my eyelights!" Cross huffed and folded his arms, walking up to Horror, he leaned in closely, "What is there something wrong with me?"

"No... nothing, it's just that...are your eyelights always pink? I'm not saying it's a bad look but-"

"You worry about me too much I can handle myself just fine." He shut down Horror, patting the taller skeleton's face gently with his claws. It would have been nice to prove a point by grabbing Horror by the throat but that was too violent...for now, "Ink just came over and gave me a gift, it must have changed the color of my eyelights... aren't they pretty?"

Cross pulled his hand away as he took out a handheld mirror he used for makeup. He stared at himself in the tiny reflective surface. His eyelights had turned pink with small hearts, it was beautiful. His stark white clothes also had a tint of pink to him. Not changing his look by much, the color change wae fitting. Horror didn't look pleased by anything he was saying.

"We should get you to Nightmare." Horror figured that lunch could wait if Cross was acting like this. It's one thing for him to care about his looks but to ask Horror if he was pretty was...not normal by a long shot. Something was wrong and it wasn't hard to see even if Cross seemed...tame.

"...Why? Weren't we going to have lunch together?" Cross questioned, narrowing his eyes as he looked up at Horror, "I change a few things and suddenly everything about me is wrong?"

"Cross no I just-"

"Then why aren't I fine as I am? Surely YOU must know because our meal is less important than a small change." Cross' stomach twisted with a different hunger, it irritated him that Horror wasn't listening to him.

"But it's not a small change and you're acting like it doesn't bother you." He tried to explain as he took a step away from Cross, putting his guard up.

There was a pause, Cross had an unreadable expression on his face. He looked over Horror for a moment, taking in his body language. The skeleton wasn't trying to offend he was just worried...typical Horror. It was just adorable how much he cared even if he didn't want to admit it.

"Fine, I'll go see Nightmare." Cross stated, giving Horror a fangged smile.

Horror relaxed when he heard that, happy that Cross was still reasonable.

In just a short second he felt a burning acidic pain in his stomach. He dropped to his knees as Cross' fist left his abdomen. Bile left his throat and he tried to cover his mouth. His body was weak as he was struck in the worst place possible.

Horror had curled up into a ball while trying to recover. His head was wrenched up by Cross' hands, he was met with a smile,

"I'll go see Nightmare by myself and you can stay here." The smile was genuine even if it wasn't fully Cross there. It was unsettling and added to the queasiness of Horror's stomach.

Horror tried to protest but all that left him were small sobs of pain. He coughed up blood and bile, further ruining his clothes. This wasn't normal, if Cross would hurt him like this then he would do worse to the others.

"Shush, you need to rest." Cross loving cupped Horror's face and gave him a kiss. Tasting blood and bile on his tongue, it burned his throat. That was the joy of love, no matter how unpleasant and flawed his partner was he could still show his affection.

Horror whined softly as he let his body fall on top of Cross. He took in pointless breathes that didn't help the burning pain. Cross knew he wouldn't actually stay like this for long, and might become upset once he felt better. That was fine, he just needed to show Horror that he was cared for and safe here.

He stunk his fangs into Horror's exposed neck and took magic from him. His willpower wouldn't be missed if it meant he'd listen. Cross never liked using his fangs on others but this was a desperate time. He tried to calm Horror down by giving him a hug and patting his back. Horror's magic was sweet, bitter and icy going down.

The tune of Horror's shocked soul became muted and he went limp in Cross' arms. Cross then picked up Horror and laid him down on a nearby couch. The monster was still awake but couldn't do anything in his current state. He was covered in blankets and cushioned by pillows.

Now that Horror was delt with, Cross would have to find the others before he visited Nightmare. Just to make sure that they were all safe and in the same place if Horror was this worried. Having the company of others would settled his soul. So Cross gave him a small kiss on the forehead before he left.

"I'll be back with the others soon before I go see Nightmare. I promise." He didn't get a reply, Horror's shallow breathing filling in the silence.

Cross took his leave, starting his trek through the halls to find Killer or Dust. What was unseen to him was Killer sliding a door open in his office.

He hopped out of his hiding spot and quickly rushed over to Horror. Seeing a rare defenseless sight from the rabid hunter he has come to know.

"This is so fucked."

[pissmd]

literally how in the world is your art that good it literally makes my brain buffer!!

got any tips?

thank you so much mac! honestly a huge range of tips i could cover haha but i’ll see if i can give you some of my favourite tips that were the catalyst for my own improvement!

one of the biggest steps i made with painting realistically is after discovering a technique used to blend colours using gaussian blur. i dont use it as often but its still extremely useful for achieving a fast dreamy blended colour. but first i’ll explain how i use it. i’ll have my layer with my painting of say, my subjects face, duplicate the layer, set the upper layer to a lower percentage of opacity (around 50% at first but i often find that turns out too low of a %) and then i’ll go to the lower layer and add the filter gaussian blur and play around with the area to blur (often end up settling around the 20.00s) and after ive readjusted the upper layers opacity to maintain the structure of the painting the result ends up extremely dynamic with a nice blended look to it.

this was helpful for me when i started using a textured brush for quickly laying down colours without having to overly fuss about blending. because before using the textured brush i use now i used to use a soft brush to carefully blend while laying down colours and it was an Extremely slow and tedious way to paint. (oh and btw using my textured brush which is called ‘analog anabelle’ its a clip studio paint brush, adds a nice texture to just about everything, looks great for skin and for clothing, but has mixed effects for hair admittedly. i use a different textured brush i downloaded from the site called SU-Cream Pencil for fine details of hair).

it’s hard to explain in a way that doesnt reduce gaussian blur to a shortcut and a trick because the result of using the gaussian blur for the first time flicked a switch in my understanding of painting as well as speeding up my process an extreme amount. and now i dont rely on it to blend my colours anymore because its trained my eye and i can achieve a nicer blend by my own hand. i did use it recently on my house art as a finishing effect to his jacket though! a before and after image:

and it also helps for making lighting more dreamy, it came in handy for edges of wilsons face, making the rim lighting seem to bleed into the pinks of his face:

part of why this trained my eye was it helped me embrace trusting the process as well as using colours i deemed “ugly”, really it was about the idea of colours being contextual which ive known about for years but had been rejecting and winding up with paintings flooded with too many reds and pinks.

(picture of a page of hans p bacher & sanatan suryavanshis vision: color and composition for film)

the thing about thinking of colours contextually too is that it gave me a better understanding of achieving realistic effects with painting those trickier areas like eyes, which are a lot of subtle shifts in colour but sans eye makeup and/or deep wrinkles there arent really any hard lines. eyes and clothes wrinkles are all about the illusion of hard lines. (i only started really improving my art when i phased out line art which started with phasing out lines in clothes because the hard lines of the line art were competing with my subtly painted illusory hard lines) heres an example of when i was first phasing out of lines vs where i think my progress in understanding has taken effect in subtly painting illusory hard lines in clothing is most clear:

see how despite the fact i was still using line art in the left image the inside of the clothing has hardly any inner lines defining folds. but in the right image i have no line art at all and yet the folds look more structured and solid.

one more thing that was an important discovery to me is something i call overpainting. this may or may not help everyone but i keep different parts of my painting on separate layers, like a shirt layer, body layer, hair layer etc etc. and i used to have difficulties with the edges where the layers separated bc id be left with a lot of ugly sharp transitions between the body and the shirt.

an example:

but what helped me was creating a folder above all my layers and painting on an unlocked transparent pixel layer over the top and softening the transition between those layers. it also helps with making my subjects edges blend into the background heres what my edgar art looks like with and without the overpainting:

you can see the edge of his left sleeve is almost completely blurred into the colour of the stone bench, and you can see how i use the overpainting to blend hair into the background

these are all of my most recent discoveries that have helped me sorry if theyre of no use but i apply all of these in all my art to gain a more realistic effect! and if you have any further questions or need for clarification feel free to ask!

[giantkillerjack]

Junji Ito makeup test #1

OR

Figuring out what I need in order to create a music video parody of the song "Gloria" by Laura Branigan, but make it about Tomie. I will be playing the part of a 1980s pop disco singer in the style of Junji Ito. This is high art in progress, people! 😘😂😅

photos of first test:

additional digital notes made using Clip Studio:

main takeaways:

So first off, where the fuck did my stage makeup go??? I had no idea it was missing until today!! I ended up using the makeup from when I used to perform as a mime. (Not a joke, but in a larger, cosmic sense, kind of a joke. 😆 I'll probably do it again sometime. I was adorable as a little soft butch gay mime!)

I now remember why I stopped using the dry cake face paint and switched to wet paint in a tube BUT I CANNOT FIND THE TUBESSS

I'm out of eyeliner in general, but for this, I need some kind of extra thin/fine eyeliner and preferably more than a thimble-full of paint for it.

Maybe I can thin out some matte black face paint and also get like a really nice fine brush? I guess it depends on if the paint is water-soluble.

I should probably check to see if I already have these materials, which would be SO MUCH EASIER IF I COULD FIND MY FUCKING STAGE MAKEUP--

Either way the lines need to be super thin, straight, clean, and parallel to each other. Or I could look at the rougher cross-hatching Ito sometimes uses, but I suspect tidier lines will look best with makeup.

Luckily, I already have an entire burlesque/drag act where I make myself look like a character from a black and white film. Between that and the mime thing, I theoretically have all the white gloves I will ever need lol. I guess I'm going to need white leggings, since the light gray ones won't work for this. Junji Ito is not generally greyscale as much as literally black and white.

Do I own makeup primer? I feel like yes. It definitely sounds like a good idea.

I KNOW FOR A FACT I DIDN'T THROW OUT MY STAGE MAKEUP because I had quality skin-safe glitter in basically every color, and only a FOOL would throw that out!!!!

Gloria is a song from 1983 with disco balls in the music video. Do I want to incorporate more style choices from 1983? Should I buy a wig? Something with shoulder pads maybe?? I guess that means I can keep the thick eyebrows...

Actually upon further research, I do need a sequinned shirt for this. Possibly a sequin leotard with a shiny belt. And leg warmers. OH! And a jacket with just the biggest shoulder pads I can find! Or at least the closest thing I can find to this outfit in one trip to a thrift store

Every 1980s music videos seems to have a person with their hair and clothing flowing in the wind. Now, I could buy a fan. But much funnier and cheaper would be a shot of my hair blowing in the wind that then pans to a friend furiously fanning me with a piece of cardboard or something. (Which means I'd need either two people helping with this shot, or I just have to accept that the shot's going to look kind of blurry by doing the zoom-out in post. Oh gods, I would have to write a proper shot list ahhhhhh--)

Honestly, blurry footage seems fine in some parts. I'm probably going to add some dreamy soft filters anyway to make it look like pre-digital 35mm film from an 80s vid.

I'm going to need some fake blood to splatter at me in the middle of the video. Obviously. So I guess that bit will need to be filmed outside.

The good news is the fact that the nearest easiest filming location for me is a alley full of dumpsters is actually really appropriate for this video. XD

Should I do the distressed eyebrows that a lot of Junji Ito characters have? Note to try that in the next test along with a The Crow-like smile. (My go-to high school Halloween costume. Damn, I have been painting my already pasty-pale face even whiter for a while now! 😅)

Other progress made on this project today:

I recorded myself singing a voice memo along to the rhythm of the karaoke version of Gloria that's on YouTube, but in it, I'm singing in the key that is appropriate to my voice. (A couple half-steps down, I think.)

Next step will be to load that clip onto my computer and adjust the karaoke version to match its pitch. And then like, practice the song with my new personalized backing track.

If i actually finish this, I'll have to re-record the backup vocals to say the right name.

Also the next step will be to see if my interest in this lasts long enough to at least get me to find my frickin' stage makeup.

Additional notes:

The original music video for Holding Out for a Hero is exactly the right energy for this, and now I absolutely need shots of me in front of (badly green-screened) flames, on my knees while singing passionately and directly at the camera and presumably wearing kneepads tbh

Omg what if I included a little "photoshoot" sequence and really fucked with the photos to make them all blurry-body-horror nasty as they flash by real quick?? Get like, a glitch effect in the mix hell yeah 😎😎😎

Edit: Omg i just remembered I have these short-shorts with a reanimator quote on the ass! ("Blasphemy? Before what god?") i know what shorts to wear for this now!!

Oh! Another idea! What if the video starts with me reading Tomie and then closing the book and picking up the nearest microphone-shaped thing and using that to start singing - and every 30 seconds or so of footage, it quietly changes to a different item (one of which is absolute the black wand vibrator that I have XD)

Note: I can easily shorten the song if I only have funny shots planned for like 2/3 of the song length. No need to get too repetitive.

[cloudbattrolls]

Something Beautiful

“Okay, no, seriously - can you just - stop, come on, tell me.” 

Jikiro argued over the phone with Himari as she gleefully tried to pry out of him why he wanted to know how to print a magical invitation card that could fold into different origami shapes and change colors.

“Ji’s got a daaaaate.” She sang. “Didn’t realize you had another troll on the line, right after Jamie! Who’s your new beau or belle, or otherwise?”

“Ji’s got none of your damn business.” He grunted. “Are you going to tell me, or should I just hang up? It’d bring me so much peace.”

“Touchy, touchy!” She remarked, singsong. “All right, I’ll send you instructions - and a bottle of my best ink.”

“Wow, so generous.” He retorted, knowing full well this came at the cost of her definitely telling Akahan and Izanam all about this. 

Whatever, he’d deal with that when it came. Right now he had something way more important on his mind.

He put his phone down on his work desk, which could use a bit of straightening up, but now wasn’t the time. Instead he stretched for a few minutes, plunked down hard in his chair, and lifted up and moved a whiteboard marker and eraser with a spell so he could brainstorm on the large one that occupied nearly one full wall of the room. His office was a good size; it even had a small table for meetings and a fridge to provide snacks for any guests. And for his own nightly needs, he wouldn’t lie.

SPA, he had the marker write first, but then paused. Should he have anything special prepared? Duh, stupid question, of course he should. 

He thought Viltau would like the manicures and pedicures and massages…but he needed more than that, he needed something spectacular.

The tealblood pondered, scratching his chin, and opened the spa’s website on his phone. God, he hadn’t been there in sweeps, it was so remote and in the mountains, and - wait, perfect! It had an observatory nearby and good spots to star watch! 

Vil didn’t like being outside as much as he did, but that was fine, there were well-maintained stone paths that would let them see the rugged scenery for just a little bit. Small heated pagodas with glass roofs provided the actual observation spots, nice and comfortable to sit in for a while.

Almost there. What else could he do?

The ink maker leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling. His office was painted with an old mural - bamboo, waterfalls, et cetera. Predictable stuff, but it was pretty. 

Hm. Vil hated predictable…but what if he could put a twist on something ordinary? A starlit stroll was fine…but what if the path itself was enchanted? What if the pagoda was like the shrine at his estate, telling stories of the constellations?

Of course, he’d need a special dessert, too. Nothing less than the best for his love.

Jikiro smiled, blushing slightly. 

This was so unlike anything flush he’d done before, everything else so casual, so lowkey. 

What he had with Vil ran much deeper. This brought him joy unlike anything he’d thought he’d ever get, and he’d be damned if he’d give it anything less than his best.

He was pretty sure the indigo would agree. But the moment had to be perfect. 

The tealblood took a photo of all the ideas he’d had his marker write down, and went hive for the night.

—

Back at his estate, Jikiro deliberated over his closet’s outfits. Should he wear one in theme with the date, or was that corny? It was, he decided, and he chose a simple but elegant black and teal furisode kimono instead, with an abstract snowflake pattern. It was more seen as women’s clothing now, but he didn’t care. 

He thought he still looked plenty masculine, and the garment was soft and warm, perfect for the cold, crisp air of the mountains. 

Besides, he thought with a grin as he looked in his room’s mirror, he liked what the slightly snug fit did to his figure. 

He carefully brushed his hair, and put on a little makeup. Jamie had finally seen fit to trust him with his own set of pigments, a simple palette of teals, blues, and jades, plus grays that either matched or accented his own skin tone.

Jikiro went over to the small, high-quality printing press he owned, where instructions from Himari sat rolled up on a piece of paper tied with a ribbon teasingly patterned with hearts. He rolled his eyes and huffed, but there was no real malice in it as he unfurled the page and read it, teal-and-black eyes intent on the contents.

Hi, little Ji! 

I don’t know who your special someone is, but I’m sure they’ll be impressed if you imbue this paper with everlasting color changing and glowing text - get another page so you can transfer the instructions and re-use this! I visited the place where they made it and put a little magic in during the process to make it extra resilient! You owe me!!

Your very knowledgeable older signmate who expects compensation,

-Himari 

Below that were the instructions she’d promised, and as he took a sheet of paper from his sylladex, the writing spiraled off the paper in a flurry of ink and settled back down on the new sheet, neat as they’d been before. 

The one the older Takami had sent sat blank, ready to be shaped as Jikiro desired. While he knew he would have to pay her back - even if she was in his face about it, he would admit he owed her - it would be worth it since this wouldn’t rip or tear easily, staying preserved for a long while to come. 

He wanted Vil to have a lasting memento of this.

The ink maker took out a book - he only needed one for this, thanks to what Himari had sent, saving him hours of research - and sat down at his hive desk, less spacious than his office one but still a place where he could spread out his materials comfortably. He put on music as he worked at a low volume, enjoying the peace of the violins and cellos as he prepared his ink and planned how to fold the paper once it had been printed. 

Luckily the ink itself wasn’t too hard - he just had to make sure he enchanted it properly to keep its vibrancy and have the effect he wanted. He dipped a stirrer in, taking it out to test the consistency, taking note of the liquid’s viscosity and how the light coming through the window reflected off it. Too bad it wouldn’t taste good, but he had plenty of more edible ones around too. 

He still had no idea how his digestion sac even processed so much ink, but he hadn’t gotten sick (if he could even get sick anymore) so whatever, magic was handy that way, he supposed.

Jikiro tried not to think too hard about how his body had demonic power in it now.

Some time later, he finally had the ink to his satisfaction, and he knew exactly how he wanted the card to look - and what shape he’d fold it in after it was printed on.

He stood up, stretching in the moonlight coming through the glass - and had the oddest feeling he was being watched. But Hanabi wasn’t here, and his wards would have alerted him if someone was using magic or psiionics to spy on him.

The tealblood’s neck prickled, but the feeling faded as soon as he walked over to the printing press. 

He shook his head. He’d been working too long, that was all.

Jikiro smiled as he put his ink into the press unit, and carefully fed the sheet in. It smoothly came out with the invite printed, the text gleaming and still slightly wet. Because of how he’d done it, the necessary enchantments were already in the materials - no extra symbols necessary. 

His thick hands delicately creased and folded the card, which he had turned the purple of Viltau’s beautiful eyes. He grinned as he did the last final tweak to get the head right, and blew a kiss at his creation.

With a prepared spell he sent off the crane card, its delicate indigo wings flapping as it vanished through the portal he kept going to Vil’s hive. It would tease the man a bit, flying out of reach for a minute or two, before allowing him to catch it and unfold it (if he was quick enough, but of course he would be).

When Viltau opened the card, it would deepen to purple so dark it was nearly black, studded with tiny twinkling white stars that shifted slightly on the paper as the magically printed text shone silver. 

What exactly the outing was, he wouldn’t spoil quite yet - he wanted to keep Vil guessing until they got there on the train, but he’d have advised him to pack a coat. Their private car on the train would be excellent - very well furnished, with movies and books he knew the party planner loved, and of course he was bringing some games and puzzles for them to do, though it wasn’t too long of a trip - only a few hours. He just liked to provide plenty of options.

He smiled to himself, humming as he awaited his flushcrush’s response. He’d intentionally sent it the night before the weekend, so Viltau could come the next evening if he didn’t have any other plans.

If he did, Jikiro could wait…but he couldn’t lie, he really hoped Vil would say yes.

He closed his eyes and imagined it.

Going to the spa, getting any sort of treatments they liked - Jikiro knew he was looking forward to the ones with hot clay and the shiatsu massages - eating at the spa’s excellent restaurant, and then, when it was later in the night, going for a walk, and finally to the pagoda…

A path of stones that rippled with multicolored light where they stepped thanks to his magic. Their breath puffs of vapor steaming away in the chill air as he pointed out the fossils and old carvings beneath them - the bones of the mountain, the brochure called them - a bit dramatic, but not exactly untrue. 

Those remains had been there for millions of years. This was an old, old place.

Once they entered the pagoda, Jikiro would take out the dessert he’d had specially made, mini star-shaped sponge cakes made in different colors with light, sparkling frosting on them. 

He’d tell him the legend of the lovers in the stars who could only meet once a sweep - of how they came from different sides of the galaxy, and had to tend to their own duties so the heavens didn’t fall into disorder. Despite that, they still waited to see each other, thousands of sweeps later. As the sky shone above, they’d be surrounded by arcane projections to underline the tealblood’s story.

It didn’t matter how long they were apart or what other duties they had; they’d always find each other again. He’d smile at Vil knowingly, and put his arm around the pretty indigo.

In a place that had risen endless sweeps ago from the planet, under stars that were yet more ancient still, he wanted to begin something new. 

He knew his signmates would disapprove. He knew it might not always be easy for him and his love, different as they were. 

Jikiro knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, he still wanted Viltau by his side for the rest of his life as his matesprit. 

He would tell him so.

[hearsayhorizons]

Thinktober 2024 14 and 15: Rock Costume

“I want to be a rock!” 

I stared at Bitsy. We sat surrounded by the leftovers of Halloweens past: clown wigs, headdresses, one-size-fits-all onesies that weren’t and didn’t. 

“Do you want to be a cat?” I said. We already had the tail. “Do you want to be a black cat again?”

“No! I want to be a rock!” Orange tulle went flying from her little fists.

“Well, I’m sure daddy can help with—some gray, maybe, and some pretty purple mottling. Like a geode. Let me get one, and I can show you—”

“NO!” Elizabeth stood to her full height and lifted her arms above her head. “I want to be a rock! A big scary rock that climbs on the walls!”

She was asleep in bed by the time Preston got home from the gallery. He gave me a wine-scented kiss and went to get showered.

“Oh, honey—” he said in the doorway. “I don’t think I can... do Halloween this year. I’m sorry. But your friend Janice recommended this Monster Mash for networking, and I think...” 

I forced my face into a smile. “It’s fine.”

On October 31st, I sat Elizabeth down.

“Mommy can make you a rock. Just for tonight. Are you ready? Will you be a very very good, very nice scary rock?” Bitsy nodded hard enough to knock her head off. “Okay. Then close your eyes.”

I shouldn’t. But... some part of her wanted to know this half. So. I was going to help her, even if just for a night. Sometimes the skin sat too close and soft and hot, and my bones stretched for things that weren’t there.

I took my blush brush from the makeup kit and dusted it, empty, across her cheeks and eyes and forehead. I leaned my head against hers and whispered, little humming sounds. I didn’t need to teach her this, or trick her into it. Her body knew.

When we opened our eyes, hers were a gargoyle’s. The sound she made wasn’t human, but it was delightful all the same.

“Okay, wait! We aren’t done, young thing!” I pulled up the bucket of paint-water and started working over her with a brush. By the time we were done, the crevices and cracks stood out in great definition... and it also looked very painted. It wouldn’t hold up to scrutiny... I shouldn’t do this. But she crowed and screeched so... freely.

What kind of mother would I be if I didn’t bring a disposable camera, to capture the night for her absent father?

What kind of wife would I be if I let Preston see the images, and he asked the questions he could never ask? It was a pity that the film was so easy to ruin.

We’d figure something out for next year. Elizabeth was here and trapped through my choices and my love for Preston. She deserved a chance to stretch her wings.