#adore the movement of the shading in the outfit

[zweigsangel]

hockeyplayer!chris x ballerina!reader

gif made by me — moodboard.

he just can’t resist when he sees you— so undeniably cute and adorned in that soft, delicate shade of pink. smut, 18+

you didn’t hate that your father was the hockey coach, but what you really couldn’t stand was the routine that followed. after your dance class, when you were still in your leotard and tights, he'd swing by to pick you up, your hair still slightly damp from the exertion. instead of heading home, though, he’d take you with him to practice. every time, you’d sigh, sinking into the car seat, staring out the window as the city streets blurred past. you’d ask him, almost pleading, “can’t you drop me off at home first?” but every time, he’d look at you in the rearview mirror and he’d say, “no, sweetheart.”

so you sat there in the bleachers, watching the boys move across the ice, their faces flushed, sweat glistening on their foreheads as they skated back and forth. they were rough, energetic, colliding with each other and laughing, completely absorbed in their practice. the rink was cold, and the smell of the ice was sharp in the air. you sighed, reaching into your dance bag, feeling the familiar items inside—hairpins, ballet shoes, and a book. it was your habit to always carry a book with you, no matter where you were. with nothing else to do, you opened it and began to read, the words quickly pulling you into another world.

your hair was neatly tied in a tight bun, a pink ribbon wrapped around it in a delicate bow. your pastel pink leotard and matching skirt hugged your small frame, and your cheeks were still rosy from the exertion of your dance class. the way you focused on the pages in front of you, completely absorbed, made you look almost ethereal, like an angel.

chris sturniolo couldn’t help but notice. as he skated, his eyes kept drifting toward you, drawn to the way you sat there, so serene and out of place in that cold, rough environment. it was as if time slowed for him; you seemed to glow against the dim, harsh light of the rink. he was so entranced by the sight of you, with your delicate features and the soft pink of your outfit, that he didn’t see another player coming toward him.

suddenly, he collided with the boy, nearly knocking him over. “hey, chris, watch where you’re going!” the boy yelled, annoyed. the shout broke your concentration, and you looked up from your book, your eyes scanning the rink until they met chris’s. he was staring at you, completely ignoring the other boy. his blue eyes were locked on you, and even though you couldn’t see every detail from that distance, you noticed the way his cheeks were reddened, the embarrassed grin on his face, and the way he couldn’t look away. you couldn’t help but giggle at the scene, the corners of your mouth lifting as you watched him.

and so, naturally, as the practice drew to a close, he couldn't resist. the moment the whistle blew, he darted across the ice, his skates gliding effortlessly as if pulled by an invisible force towards you. you, meanwhile, were already packing up, your movements quick and efficient, the strap of your bag slipping over your shoulder. you were ready to leave.

“hey,” chris called out. his hand reached out, fingertips barely grazing your arm, so soft it was almost like a whisper. he feared you wouldn’t even notice the contact, but you did. you paused, turning around slowly, your wide, doe-like eyes locking onto his. there was a brief moment where time seemed to stretch, his breath catching in his throat as he took in every detail—the delicate curve of your lips, the gentle flutter of your long lashes, the soft flush on your cheeks.

'i... i'm chris,' he managed to say, the words tumbling out in a nervous rush. you giggled softly, the sound light and melodious, finding his awkwardness adorable. “hi, chris,” you replied with a warm smile. you then introduced yourself, the name rolling off your tongue like music to his ears.

“honey, i’ll wait for you at the car,” your father’s voice echoed, steady and firm. you glanced in his direction and gave a small nod, acknowledging him before turning back to chris. "i'm his daughter," you said, as if it wasn’t already obvious. "you’re beautiful," he murmured, almost without thinking, the words slipping out before he could stop them. he bit his lower lip and his eyes flickered over you, trying to take in every detail. the intensity of his gaze made your cheeks warm slightly. "you’re a ballerina, right?" he asked then. there was something in the way he asked, like he could already picture you moving to music, graceful and poised. “yeah.”

and even though your father was literally waiting for you outside, you found yourself sitting back down on the bleachers, talking to chris. time seemed to slip away as the conversation flowed, his initial nervousness fading with each word exchanged. around you, the locker room doors swung open, and one by one, the other boys filed out, their chatter and laughter filling the rink as they passed by.

"shit, i should go," you said after a while, suddenly standing up, the realization hitting you like a wave. chris immediately stood as well, the urgency in your voice pulling him to his feet. "no, wait," he pleaded, his hand reaching out instinctively to gently cup your cheek, turning your face back toward him. before you could respond, his lips were on yours.

the kiss started out soft, tender, his hands cradling your face as if you were something fragile. in that moment, everything else faded. his helmet, which had been in his hands, tumbled over, your fingers threaded through his hair. the gentle warmth of the kiss soon intensified, becoming more urgent, more demanding. without even realizing it, the two of you had moved, stumbling together into the locker room. you parted your lips slightly, a soft moan escaping as chris took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. his tongue slid into your mouth, exploring and savoring your sweet taste, sending a shiver down your spine.

you moved together in a heated rhythm, your bodies instinctively seeking more until your back pressed against the cold, hard wall. the contrast between the chill of the tiles and the warmth of his body made you gasp, and his hands found your hips, gripping you firmly as if anchoring you in place.

chris's touch was both possessive and tender, his fingers digging into your sides just enough to hold you steady, yet gentle enough to keep you wanting more. he pulled back for a moment, just long enough to yank off his jersey and toss it carelessly to the floor, before his lips found yours again with renewed urgency. his hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and inch of you, and before you knew it, your skirt had slipped down, pooling at your feet.

"fuck," he muttered, his voice low and filled with desire, as your breaths grew more ragged, the heat between you building with each passing second. his hands were trembling slightly, driven by impatience and need, as he suddenly tore your bodysuit apart, the fabric ripping easily under his grip, falling to the ground in shreds.

"sorry," he whispered against your lips. “it's okay," you replied softly, as your hands moved to his waistband, quickly sliding his pants down, eager to feel more of him. a soft moan escaped his lips as he mirrored your movements, gently sliding down your stockings and panties. “may i?” he asked, his voice hushed. you nodded without hesitation, your breath hitching in anticipation.

his fingers began to explore between your folds, massaging you with slow, gentle strokes, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body. the sensation made you moan softly, your lips parting as the sounds escaped. your hips began to move instinctively, pressing into his touch, silently pleading for more. “impatient, are we, angel?” he murmured, stopping his touch just as you were getting lost in the sensation, drawing a whimper of protest from your lips. his movements were deliberate now, unhurried, as he took a step back to lower his boxers down to his knees. then, he lifted you off the ground, his hands sliding under your thighs to support your weight.

"please," you whispered, your voice barely audible but laced with need. the word hung in the air between you, a plea that sent a shiver down his spine. it was all the encouragement he needed. with a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed into you.

his head dropped to your shoulder, and a deep grunt escaped his lip. you clung to him, your manicured nails digging into his back, leaving faint marks that made him groan deeply. the sound reverberated in your ears, adding to the electric atmosphere that surrounded you both.

his movements were unhurried, each thrust slow and purposeful, as if he wanted to savor every second, every sensation. "you take me so well, angel," he moaned out, his voice thick with pleasure as he started sliding in and out of you faster. his words sent a shiver through you, intensifying the heat building inside.

your head fell back against the cold wall behind you as his hands cupped your breasts, your nipples hardening from his touch. every thrust pushed you closer to the edge, your breaths growing shallow and rapid. you could feel the tension coiling tighter within you, a sweet pressure that was becoming almost unbearable, signaling that you were getting closer.

and he understood, feeling the way your walls tightened around him, a clear signal that you were on the brink. "oh god," he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with urgency as his hips moved quicker, the need to reach his own release driving him forward.

the intensity of it all became too much, and you couldn’t hold back any longer. the orgasm crashed over you, your body trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through you. you felt your release spill over, coating him and your thighs as he continued to move within you. the sensation of you unraveling around him pushed him over the edge, and with a deep, guttural groan, he followed you into ecstasy, his body tensing as he found his own release, filling you up completely.

he slowly pulled out of you, his movements careful as he adjusted his boxers and pants. his gaze dropped to the torn body on the floor, the delicate fabric ripped in half. “shit, ‘m sorry. i didn’t mean to,” he stammered, hands gesturing aimlessly. you let out a soft, breathy chuckle, your lips curling into a slight smile as you shook your head. “hey, it’s okay,” you murmured, the sound of your voice gentle. “really, it’s not a big deal. although... i’m not sure how i’m going to explain this,” you added, a hint of playful exasperation in your tone. and your father obviously didn’t take it well, seeing you walk up to him wearing chris’s jersey, your own shirt ruined and your hair a tousled mess.

[sempsimps]

Gregory Violet x reader smut

okay this is technically part 2 of the one i posted before this (i have no idea how to do the fancy links but on my ao3 its apart of the same thing okay) i copied the same moments and we continue from there and i edited it from some YouTube video an i think i write better now idfk

warnings;

(i need to touch grass)

blowjob

very nearly getting caught

first time / unexperienced (both sides)

like 7 minuets in heaven kinda

As I sat on the floor of the almost empty storage room, the dim light from the purple flame of the cricket prop cast a soft glow. My face blushed as I gazed longingly at the face of the purple prefect.

"Can i uhh...."

As I spoke, my words seemed to disappear into thin air as I gently inclined towards him. Our lips met, and I was engulfed in a feeling of light-headedness and an avalanche of butterflies in my stomach. As we kissed, I could feel the subtle transfer of his lipstick onto my lips, blurring the boundaries between us. I pulled away, but the softness of them still lingered on mine. he faintly tasted like a mix of the fruit juice they had set out, definitely apple and a hint of orange, maybe cranberry as well. Gregory's cheeks were tinged with a shade of rosy red as if a subtle dance of warmth and embarrassment adorned his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't ask if I c-could.. uhh, do that"

"It's alright, i didn't ask you to stop"

Gregory looked away, and I pulled him towards me, my fingers curling gently around his arm as I felt the warmth of his body drawing closer. I could see the surprise in his eyes as his movements mirrored mine, almost as if he was pulled by an invisible force. As our faces drew near, 'Oh god, is this really happening?' Our hands clumsily found their way to each other's faces, fingers brushing against skin as our breaths mingled. In our nervousness, our teeth accidentally clashed, causing him to pull away hesitantly, leaving me with a mix of confusion and longing. His cheeks flushed a deep shade of red that extended down his neck. The colour was barely visible against his outfit in the dimly lit room. he broke my silent adoration, and my mouth unknowingly was open.

"You're... uhh, you're really pretty"

"I uh t-thank you. I think you're pretty too"

we both blushed, and I looked away. but his gentle touch slowly turned my head back, letting us have another kiss. This one was slower and more organized than the others. It lets us fully enjoy the moment of peace and half confession. his tongue lightly passed through my lips, and I returned the gesture. He let out a small noise of surprise. This didn't feel real. my hand travelled down Gregory's clothes. I couldn't even feel his body through the baggy outfit. we broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting our lips together before snapping. we were both panting as we gazed into the other's eyes. My hand didn't move from the vague spot near his clothed hardness, the heat coming off it.

"u-uh c-could I touch you? down t-there, I mean"

his eyes widened, and as I opened my mouth to apologize, I instantly regretted my words. Before I could speak, he cut me off with a whine. hand reaching to my wrist and guiding me to him. I blushed but wilfully followed him.

"p-please, I need you"

"oh I uh o-okay then"

I slowly parted the opening of his cloak, pushing it to the sides. It was heavier than it looked, like a weighted blanket. I could barely make out his silhouette through his trousers. I reached to pull them down. it was clear he was turned on. the dim light did nothing to hide this arousal, and the fact that he was softly gasping at the slightest movement near his throbbing member gave it away as well. I traced the heat of it, and he bucked into my hand. 'Oh god, that's hot.' My mouth was going dry, and I swallowed hard. The tip was leaking a bit already slowly trailing down to my fingers, I removed my hand to lick it off, receiving a needy whine at the loss of contact. but when I came back, I only had to graze him, for his hips to lean into any friction, head rolling back to pant attempting to regain his breath. his hands gripping at the cloak. it's not like he could help it. the need for stimulation was hot too hot. his throat was dry, and he kept stuttering into my hand, breathy moans and whining. "nnnggghhh hah ah uhh" he was so sensitive. his hand coming up to his face, he brought his hand up to cover his mouth, his teeth biting into his pointer finger, leaving behind a faint trace of smudged lipstick on his skin. I took my hand and lightly removed it from his mouth. softly kissing Gregory's lips, the warm feeling was incredible. I felt his cock twitch a little and I used this to guess he was reaching the end I stopped kissing his lips to taste his tip a little salty but i lowered my mouth deeper I kept moving my hand in tandem with my head now bobbing along it. I felt hands in my hair gripping it tightly, and he loudly cried out as I felt hot liquid down my throat. i eagerly swallowed around his member, making him oversensitive. pulling myself off to rapidly intake the air, my face obviously flushed. After their intimate moment, Gregory carefully tucked himself back into his trousers, ensuring that he appeared presentable. I mimicked his actions as I stood up, wanting to make sure that I looked composed as well. it was good timing because right after the door opened. There stood my brother and Redmond, who giggled a little. I'm guessing Greenhill was somewhere off to the side

"Come on, the others are leaving now"

okay okay I admit the end was rushed but I got to finish this before I can do anything else the tisum demands it but seriously i have lots more to do and my writing might be better now I'm not sure to be honest but i did just copy a few lines from part 1 and added the smut into it because that was the original plan but of well

[xxkagomexx]

The Forbidden Outfit

Fandom: Inuyasha

Pairing: Inukag

Inukag week 2024: Day 3 Bickering

Rating: T

Belated Inukag week submission. I haven’t written anything in forever but I was reading some of the entry’s and seeing the prompt was inspired. @inukag-week

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Thud

The dull sound of the impact from Sango’s leg connecting with her forearms that were locked in a defensive block position may have been quiet, but the force behind it wasn’t. The strength behind the kick forced Kagome’s right foot to fall back slightly in order to brace herself and keep her balance. This may only be a sparring match, but it certainly didn’t mean the demon slayer was going easy on her. Kagome brought her foot forward to regain her stance, remembering to keep more of her weight on the balls of her feet to allow for quick movements. The priestess barely had a chance to recover before Sango came at her again, this time aiming calculated punches towards her midsection.

Kagome had seen her friend’s eyes shift lower to her intended target and was able to side step away from the attack. Now slightly beside her, the black haired woman was able to counter attack with jab of her own. Sango grunted at the blow to her ribs and darted back, opening space between them. Her confidence rising at getting a hit in on the highly trained slayer, Kagome took a risk and dashed forward. She planted one foot on the ground to anchor herself in preparation to aim a high kick when suddenly the air rushed out of her lungs and she found herself staring up at the clouds lazily floating across the light blue sky.

Kagome coughed before sucking in a breath after having the wind knocked out of her. It took her a moment to process what had happened since it was so fast. Sango had taken the opportunity to sweep out her legs from underneath her when she had shifted her balance. The brunette’s reflexes were cat like and lightening quick, a deadly combination. Soon enough, an outstretched hand obscured her vision of the sky. Kagome lifted her arm and took a hold of Sango’s hand, allowing her friend to help her to her feet. Her friend wore an apologetic look on her face as she watched the priestess dust herself off.

“That was much better, Kagome! You were able to anticipate my next attacks better by watching my body language,” the demon slayer praised genuinely, a smile lighting up her face. Her cheeks were flushed a beautiful shade of rosy pink and her chocolate colored bangs were sticking to her forehead from sweat. It was midsummer and the heat had been rough for everyone this season. That was why Sango had suggested that they train earlier in the morning before the heat became unbearable.

“You’re just saying that,” Kagome laughed breathlessly and walked over to where her small jug of water was. She took a few long sips of the wonderfully delicious cold water before speaking again. “I hardly lasted more than a minute before landing flat on my back.”

Sango merely chuckled and brushed off her friends words. “The time is irrelevant. I told you that today the focus was recognizing your opponents body language and cues they give off that can help you figure out what their next move is and you did that.” The look she gave her was one that told her to give herself some credit.

Deciding to take the compliment, Kagome aimed a small smile at the young mother and sat on one of the old moss covered logs nearby. She really appreciated Sango taking the time to help her train when she already had three children to care for. Although, she likely appreciated the time away from the young ones and leaving them in Miroku’s care so she could have a break. While adorable, they were a handful especially the twins who were always looking for trouble.

Her thoughts flitted from Sango’s kids to her own daughter. Kagome wondered how she was behaving for Inuyasha, but frankly she behaved better for him than she did for her. That little girl had herself wrapped around Inuyasha’s finger, but the toddler was just as enamored by her father in return. Inuyasha and Hikari were more alike than she could have ever anticipated from inheriting his deep, golden eye color to copying his mannerisms. She may have the same black hair as her mother, but the rest was Inuyasha. Hikari was only two, but it was already showing more and more as her personality developed the older she got. The baby would let out the most adorable squeals of excitement whenever she watched Inuyasha train with Tensaiga, as if adding in her own battle cries.

Hikari was truly a blessing and she couldn’t be more thankful, however she was the reason behind these sparring matches. After giving birth nearly two years ago, Kagome didn’t feel the same in her body. She didn’t have the same stamina or speed she used to before she had the baby. Not to mention, spending her days raising Hikari and there being less demon attacks since Naraku’s defeat led the priestess to have taken a backseat in fighting. It wasn’t until a few weeks ago when Inuyasha was going on a job to slay some demons wrecking havoc on a village a few towns south of them did she realize it. Miroku wasn’t able to come with because the twins had come down with a cold and he didn’t want to leave Sango alone to care for them by herself. Kagome had offered to go with him instead and her husband had hesitated and looked less than thrilled with the idea.

“You ready to go again?” Sango called from the center of their makeshift training ground, one of her arms behind her head as she stretched her muscles. “You might want to put your hair up it’s getting hotter out here.”

“Yeah, good idea,” Kagome agreed and dug through her small pouch of belongings to find a ribbon to hold her hair up in a high pony tail similar to Sango’s. That wasn’t the only thing making them look more alike today. Her long robed Miko garments made doing this kind of training difficult and impeded her movement. Kagome had gotten frustrated by the amount of times she almost tripped on the hem of her pants or smacked herself in the face with her sleeves. Sango wasn’t just teaching her how to fight, she also was doing strength training and other demon slayer training exercises to help Kagome get stronger.

That was why today she had abandoned her normal robes and sported one of Sango’s old demon slayer outfits. The black tight fitting material wasn’t anything she was used to wearing, and she was surprised to find it light and breathable and not constricting like she assumed it would be. With this on, it made going through the exercises much easier. Also, the shielding on parts of her body like her elbows, shoulders and knees made any impact with the ground less painful. Sango told her that it would make learning the steps easier and that way when she had a better handle on it they could transition back to her normal red and white priestess robes she wore everyday since realistically, that is what she would be wearing during a fight. Once her hair was up, Kagome joined her friend to continue on with the rest of their lesson.

After another half hour of grueling sparring, the two women were sweaty and breathless with proud smiles on their faces. Kagome was elated to have managed to get in a few hits on Sango, a few even managing to surprise the expert fighter.

It had been an hour and just like every other time before this, the black haired woman spotted Inuyasha down the road heading her way, their daughter balanced in his one arm while the other rested loosely on the handle of his sword. He always arrived right on the dot to walk her back home without fail. She had told him countless times that he didn’t have to go out of his way to do so, but he insisted.

“Thanks again for today, Sango. I’ll wash this tonight and give it back to you tomorrow,” Kagome promised as she picked up her small bag she carried with her. Unlike the modern era, she didn’t need to carry around a lot here in the feudal era. There were no cell phones, school IDs, wallets or anything of the sort. Now, her small pouch just held some extra coins in case she needed some money, a few common herbs, and any memorabilia she liked to travel with.

Sango sent a smile her way. “Don’t bother giving it back to me. You can use it for next time. That’s an old one anyways I couldn’t tell you the last time I wore it,” she waved her hand in dismissal.

“Oi, Kagome! You just about finished?” The hanyou’s loud voice interrupted them as he and Hikari approached. “If you guys need more time I-“ Inuyasha suddenly stopped speaking, causing Kagome to turn towards him as she picked up her water to see what made him stop talking. A dark brow rose as she looked at him questioningly. The look on his face was not one she recognized, and she’d memorized pretty much all of them by now.

“We finished,” Kagome said when he didn’t start speaking again and simply stared at her, lips pressed into a thin line. “Were you going to say something?” She prodded.

Inuyasha continued staring her down, his thick, dark brows narrowing at her and he almost looked…annoyed? She hadn’t the faintest idea why he would be. He had been in a fine mood when she left. Hikari on the other hand was clinging to her father’s haori contently and trying to shove his subjugation beads into her mouth. She was going to ask him what was wrong when he beat her to speaking.

“What the hell are you wearing?” He asked flatly. Definitely annoyance.

“One of Sango’s old demon slayer outfits. She let me borrow it so it was easier to train since my robes were making it harder,” Kagome explained, watching him stare her down like a hawk. Crossing her arms over her chest she met his stare back evenly.

His eye flickered towards her chest where she had crossed her arms, his nostrils flaring slightly. “Your normal robes are just fine,” he grunted, shifting Hikari to his other arm more comfortably.

“Sure, my robes are fine but these are easier to spar in,” Kagome reiterated, not liking his tone.

“I’m going to go check on the kids now. Bye you two,” Sango quickly cut in with her departing words as she sensed the tension grow by tenfold from the couple. Now that they were married, Inuyasha and Kagome didn’t bicker nearly as much as they did when they were traveling on their journey to defeat Naraku, but they still had their moments and it was best for any bystanders to leave them to it to avoid being hit in the crossfire.

The moment Sango had slipped away and was out of earshot, Inuyasha looked at Kagome seriously and said, “I don’t like you wearing that,” in a flat voice.

Her temper may be more subdued than it was as a teenager, but Inuyasha still had the wonderful ability to be able to push all the right buttons to make her mad. What did he mean he didn’t like her wearing that? Did he think she didn’t look cute enough in this compared to her more reserved priestess garments? Well, Kagome was no modern miko and she would wear whatever the hell she wanted to! “You don’t get to tell me what I can or can’t wear,” she growled. The only thing saving him from her sending his face flying into the ground with a command was their daughter in his arms.

“I never said that,” Inuyasha grunted in retort, unable to help himself but to argue back.

“You just did.”

His jaw clenched. “I said I don’t want you wearing that specifically. I never said anything about any other clothing.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Kagome snapped back and marched up to him, promptly collecting Hikari from him. She took a deep breath to calm herself as she reminded herself to keep her cool since Hikari was there and didn’t need to be upset by them arguing.

“Kagome,” the white haired half demon started, but his wife would have none of it. She promptly spun on her heel and stormed off in the direction of their home. His golden eyes followed her retreating form for only a few seconds before running after her. “Kagome, you know that’s not what I meant,” he growled, trying to get her attention as she obviously tried to ignore him. “You can wear whatever you want. If you don’t want to wear the priestess robes you don’t have to. No one is forcing you to,” he tried.

His wife simply remained silent as she weaved through the dirt road through the village, passing by a small group of men who seemed were trying to negotiate a trade of some sort. “Oh, so I have your permission? Wow, thanks,” she drawled sarcastically, her eyes focused on the road ahead. Hikari oblivious to her parents argument simply babbled happily, her little black dog ears swiveling at all the different sounds from the town.

Inuyasha let out a strangled groan. “Kagome, just listen to me.”

“I think I’ve heard enough,” the young mother quipped without glancing back at him, picking up her pace slightly to put distance between them.

“If you would just let me explain-“

“Explain what? That you don’t find me attractive in these clothes? That they look too masculine? Well, too bad! I’m wearing them when I train and that’s that,” Kagome snapped, whipping her head over her shoulder to cast him a stormy glare. Inuyasha shrank away from her daggered glare slightly, but recovered quickly. He opened his mouth to defend himself but she didn’t want to hear any of it. “I’ll wear whatever I like, regardless if you think it makes me less desirable to you,” she faced forward once again, her fingers rubbing up and down Hikari’s back to help keep the baby calm despite their argument. “You may be my husband, but that doesn’t give you the right to-“ she stopped speaking abruptly as she felt fabric over shoulders.

Craning her neck around, Kagome stopped walking as she realized he had draped his fire rat over her shoulders to cover her shoulders and back, leaving him standing in his cream colored kosode. Furrowing her brows in confusion, she opened her mouth to berate him for this, but the look on his face brought her to pause.

“You never let me finish,” Inuyasha grumbled, and it was then that she noticed a light pink dusting his cheeks. “I meant I don’t like you wearing it cuz I don’t want other men to see you in it,” he explained himself finally, avoiding her gaze.

Kagome blinked, her anger dissolving into confusion. “Why don’t you want other people to see me in this?”

The hanyou groaned, rubbing his hand down his face. “Because I don’t like it when other men stare at you,” he managed to get out. Words never came easily to him, or eloquently.

“What are you talking about? No one is staring at me.”

“Not anymore,” he jutted his chin towards his robe that covered her. “That whole group of men we just passed couldn’t keep their filthy eyes off of you.” His fingers flexed at his side, as if the mere memory made his body itch for a fight.

The dark haired woman stared at him, trying to follow his jumbled thought process. It was then that she realized his gaze kept dropping to the curves of her hips and chest that were more pronounced in the tight fitting clothes. Her mouth shaped a small “oh” as the puzzle pieces clicked together. “You’re jealous,” she stated, realizing that it wasn’t that he didn’t like how she looked in the clothes, but rather that it was more revealing than her normal outfit and he didn’t appreciate other men greedily eyeing his wife.

“I ain’t jealous!” The hanyou retorted, his blush deepening as he struggled to find the words. At least she didn’t seem ready to ‘sit’ him anymore. “I just don’t want other men looking at you like that. It pisses me off,” he huffed, moving to shove his hands into his sleeves but remembering he wasn’t wearing his fire rat and settled for crossing his arms haughtily instead.

“So it’s not that you don’t like how I look in this?” Kagome affirmed, shifting her weight to her other leg as her daughter wiggled slightly in her arms.

“I like it too much, that’s the problem!” Inuyasha realized what he said out loud and blushed further in embarrassment, turning his nose away from her to stubbornly glare at the trees to his right where the forest began.

Kagome felt her own cheeks heat up from his statement. He didn’t like that others could see her figure in this uniform and were likely staring at her hips and thighs that were now on display. “Oh…” was all she managed to say, trying to process everything. Shoving aside the feelings of her heart racing, the miko began to walk again, knowing he would follow. They continued in silence down the path to their home that was just outside the village. By it being more secluded it allowed for a bit more privacy. The only sound for the next few minutes was the soft taps of their footsteps on the ground and the occasional baby noise from their daughter.

Once they were out of the village completely, Kagome spoke up. “So you’re okay if I wear this just around you then?” She asked. He cast a wary glance at her, wondering if this was a trick question.

“Well yeah,” he answered as if it were obvious. “It looks good on you, that’s the problem. It’s hard for me to keep my hands off of you when you’re wearing that.”

He said it so matter of factually she almost choked. She felt her face heat up and wondered if the color matched his robes she wore. Her teeth caught on her lower lip, glancing over at him. Despite being married and having a child together he still managed to fluster her.

Kagome cleared her throat. “Well, Sango said I don’t have to return this to her anytime soon,” she told him, feigning casualty and ignoring her racing heart.

Inuyasha followed her thought process with this, and his expression morphed into a cocky grin. “Oh?”

“I don’t see why I can’t wear it for you at home every once in a while,” the black haired woman feigned innocence, blinking her doe brown eyes at him.

“Keh, it won’t last long on you when you’re with me,” the half demon grinned slyly and snaked his arm around her waist underneath his robe. His hand rested on her hip as he pulled her closer to his side as they continued walking home, their small hut just around the bend.

The priestess matched his grin. If it wasn’t for Hikari she would have said screw it and have him race her home the rest of the way to get started. However, the duty of being parents would force them to wait until later tonight whenever their daughter went to bed. “I’ll hold you to that,” she purred, pressing closer against him. As much as she didn’t want to ruin the moment that they had mended, Kagome still had to address something. “It really is easier for me to learn what Sango’s teaching me with this on. Once I get the moves down she’s teaching me I’ll switch back to my priestess robes. That was the plan all along,” she explained once again to him.

Inuyasha slid his eyes over to her, seeming to think over his next words. At least he got better at that over the years instead of blurting out the first thing that came to his mind. “Fine, but I wanna be around when you’re training with Sango then,” he said in compromise. “That way I can pummel anyone who tries to creep on you.”

Kagome let out a light laugh as they entered their home. “I suppose that’s fair.” Hikari had been lulled to sleep by the swaying of her walk so she laid the toddler down in her bedding. Straightening, she waltzed over to her husband, letting her hips sway more than normal with the movement and watched as his eyes trained on her. “You know, I could wear this when we spar too,” she smiled. Sango wasn’t the only one who had been helping her get back into fighting shape. Inuyasha had also been working with her at her request and they both enjoyed sparring with one another when Hikari was napping.

Inuyasha’s eyes twinkled in mischief. “I guess it will be a training session for me too.”

“Training in what?”

Inuyasha fully grinned, his fangs on full display. “Restraint,” he said and leaned down to kiss her firmly on the lips. She immediately melded into him, her hands moving to grip his robes.

They kissed like that for a while, Inuyasha switching from kissing her lips to moving down towards her neck. Before things could get more heated, soft cries could be heard from the bedding as Hikari woke up from her all too short nap. Inuyasha pulled away from her slightly with a sigh, giving her neck one last playful nip before releasing his wife and allowing her to tend to their little girl. As Kagome scooped up Hikari to soothe her she caught Inuyasha watching her with a smile and all she could think was that she couldn’t wait for their next sparing match.

[dlairlonia]

what type of barbie are you on the dance floor? A GENERAL, TAROT READING 𓇼 by Lonia 𓇼 10823

ෆ˚⋆୨୧⋆˚ෆ It's summertime and the living is easy

A GENERAL, PICK-A-CARD (PHOTO) READING ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ As a Tarot reader passing information onto you, I hereby pass on the responsibility to you, the reader, the authority to manage your every wellbeing as a human being after taking in information (Tarot reading) that declares to be for entertainment purposes only. This is a note that I am not responsible for anything except for what I type and upload for the public to see. If you have any concerns with what I have published, please message me privately. - Lonia

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... pile 1 🌸🍀✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

P.J MALIBU BARBIE

Truly the cuntiest on the dance floor with those glamourous and unselfish outfits that truly spreads its beauty EVERYWHERE. I sense that in the Barbie dance party extravaganza, it is most likely in your nature as to holding a drink while dancing in either lavish movements or subtle swaying, nothing in between. You truly love to smile and maybe as a little dare for yourself to pull strangers in the dance floor and they will always end up LOVIN' it!

There is this free-spirited care and you truly belong in the dance floor. I see shades you wear, skirts, and importance in makeup and most likely the shoes. Well, it is possible for someone or you giving them a wedgie.

There may be also some mischievious pranks pulled on your friends or strangers you think are gone unnoticed or you find attractive. You truly enjoy the moment! And when the party slowly dies down, you either will go leave, to stick by yourself or with friends in the corner, or go outside where the beach is. What a night, you left still looking fresh and like a doll! Good one!

... pile 2 🌸🍀✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

VINTAGE FRANCIE BARBIE

Even if you stood quiet in the corner to not attract attention to yourself, people still came up to you and requested to dance. Some you rejected, but some you tended to and they told how much of an incredible dancer you are!

No need to hide far from the limelight!

You have this particular style most everyone in the room adored and it is merely tempting not to look as you rock it! You were personally chosen by the host to be one of the main dancers for the dance of the night, and you were showered with praises from everyone.

You being you, you took the courage to ask the bartender to teach you some, and gladly he did, then you both became friends soon after. When you notice the party dying down, you decided to be playful and pull a little pranks now-and-then. No one noticed! You were fabulously good at this. What a night!

... pile 3 🌸🍀✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

LORRAINE SCHWARTZ BARBIE

The mother dear AKA host of the Barbara party extravaganza and even the host of the dance floor! You dance and dance and dance----however when you got bored, the real party started and the choreography you have planned for all the guests to do, lead by Barbie: The Movie Doll catches the attention of everybody, the guests, the non-dancers.

This Barbie is truly the greatest hostess and everyone is praising you for it! You have loved to put on your 'RBF' (Resting Bitch Face) to intimidate, however, when they talk, you smile a lot. And an ear-to-ear smile. How pleasant to be around! When it comes to the most lavish, sensual, and luxurious outfits of the night----the award is all yours!

You are blinging with jewelry up-and-down and to doll yourself up in the vanity truly had paid off. You effortlessly get attention. When the party slowly dies down, you occupy the role of being a DJ and hype everyone up successfully. What a night, Barbie!

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BARBIE: THE MOVIE DOLL 2023

You are the embodiment of being the life of the party, my darling. YOU WIN. You have been chosen personally by the host to be the lead dancer for the choreography for the Barbie party extravaganza. Before the party has started, you were already there and helped set up the drinks, organize, and make the cards in your own, creative fashion.

Everyone attended! After the succesful dance, everyone came to praise you, so did Ken! You never failed to habitually go to the bar and have your favourite drink, dance, and hype everyone up. You were graced with the title 'The Divine Dancer of The Night'.

When you notice the party slowly dying down, you decided to converse with your friends while watching Ken and Ken bicker. Soon after, you help the host clean up the room and with a smile on your face, Ken walked you home with a lipstick mark on your cheek. Wait, did you really just put makeup on him?

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TOTALLY HAIR BARBIE 1992

You, darling, is the DJ of the party. With your luscious and flowing hair, like Rapunzel; outfits filled with intricate swirls and overall designs----you bring vitality and turn the atmosphere as vibrant as possible. You know those 'party train' dance? YOU LEAD 'EM bby!

In the Barbara party extravaganza, you are always standing and partying or taking pictures to savour the moment and to remember the delightful night. You and the host switch roles with being the DJ as one parties, one makes remixes.

At the beginning of the party, you strut the stage with your Ken with both of your planned matching outfits that made everyone SQUEAL.

You were graced with the title 'Stressed but never awfully dressed'. Taking the part of the life of the party needs communication as well, so when you saw the party slowly dying down, you pulled out your tarot cards and gave everyone a reading; then showed-off your bartender skills.

[missrosiesworld]

Bonds of the Heart

It's been a few months since Seraphina arrived in Palia, and in that time, she had become good friends with Reth. His lighthearted flirting was a constant, playful part of their dynamic, but she knew it was just part of his charming personality.

Walking into town and heading to the local inn where Reth usually spent his time, Seraphina noticed he wasn't in his usual spot. Concerned, she decided to check downstairs where he slept.

Descending the stairs, her simple yet elegant villager outfit—a flowing dress in earthy tones with delicate embroidery in shades of magenta and orange—swished gently with her movements. She found him sprawled on his bed, fast asleep. Clearly, he had a late night, likely working on some new culinary creation or cartel business. His brown hair with red tips lay messily around his head, and his beaded necklace and white bandana were still in place.

A soft smile tugged at her lips as she looked at him. Quietly, she grabbed a blanket from a nearby chair and gently draped it over him. She couldn't resist brushing a few strands of hair away from his face, her touch tender and affectionate. As her fingers lightly traced his hair, she couldn't help but feel a warmth in her chest.

"Sleep well, Reth," she whispered softly, not wanting to disturb his rest.

She lingered for a moment, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he slept peacefully. Seeing him so relaxed and vulnerable brought a sense of calm to her heart. She pulled the blanket up a little higher to ensure he was comfortable, her fingers brushing against the runes on his arm.

Reth shifted over a bit as he slept, then opened his eyes. He blinked a few times before registering that Seraphina was there. He gave a sleepy smile, "How long have you been there?" he asked quietly, looking up at her with his hair a mess from tossing and turning.

Seraphina's magenta eyes, with flickers of gold, softened as she gazed at him. "Not long," she replied softly. "I came in and saw you were asleep. Thought I'd make sure you were comfortable."

Reth's smile widened as he heard Seraphina's explanation, appreciating her kindness. "Ah, I see," he said, his voice still a little rough from sleep. He stretched his arms and legs under the blanket, enjoying the comfort it provided. "Thank you, sweet tooth," he added, his gaze meeting hers with a hint of adoration.

Seraphina felt her heart flutter at the affectionate term, and she returned his gaze with a soft smile. "You're welcome, Reth," she said gently, her fingers lightly brushing against his hair. "You work so hard. It's nice to see you taking some time to rest."

Reth leaned into her touch, the feeling of her fingers brushing against his hair soothing and comforting. "And you're too sweet," he replied, a hint of laughter in his voice. He closed his eyes again, enjoying the moment of tranquility with her. "I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I finally laid down," he admitted quietly, appreciating the brief respite from his responsibilities.

Seraphina's heart softened at his words, and she continued to gently stroke his hair. "You do so much, Reth. It's only natural to feel worn out sometimes," she said softly. "I'm glad you could take this moment to rest."

Reth hummed in contentment. He opened his eyes again, looking at Seraphina with a tired yet appreciative gaze. "It seems you understand me better than I understand myself sometimes," he mused, gently taking her hand into his own.

"What would I do without you?" he added softly, his thumb brushing against the back of her hand, his touch tender.

Seraphina's heart fluttered at his words, and she squeezed his hand gently. "I'd like to think we'd both be a little lost without each other," she replied softly, her eyes filled with warmth and affection. "But luckily, we don't have to find out."

Reth chuckled softly, feeling his heart fill with warmth at her words. He couldn't deny the truth in them. "I suppose you're right," he admitted, gently interlacing their fingers. He brought her hand up and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it, his lips lingering for a moment.

"I'm grateful for your presence in my life, sweet tooth," he confessed, his tired eyes gleaming with sincerity.

Seraphina felt a flutter in her chest at his words and the tender kiss. She squeezed his hand gently, her eyes reflecting the same sincerity and warmth. "And I'm grateful for yours, Reth," she replied softly.

Reth's smile widened, his tired eyes softening with affection. He gently pulled her closer, a clear invitation for her to join him under the blanket. His voice was hushed as he whispered, "Care to join me?"

Seraphina's heart skipped a beat at his invitation, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. She nodded, her own smile soft and affectionate. "I'd love to," she replied softly.

Carefully, she slipped under the blanket beside him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. Her long, iridescent hair, shifting between shades of fiery red, deep magenta, and orange, fanned out across the pillow. Reth wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close, and she rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was a moment of pure comfort and connection, a silent affirmation of the bond they shared.

Reth let out a content sigh, feeling a sense of peace wash over him as Seraphina cuddled up against his chest, his arm wrapping around her tightly. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his fingers softly stroking her hair.

"This is nice," he murmured softly, the sound of his heartbeat syncing with her own. "I could stay like this forever." His eyes flickered closed, relishing in the feel of her body against his, the weight of her head a soothing comfort.

Seraphina smiled against his chest, feeling a warm glow of happiness. "Me too," she whispered, her voice filled with affection. She nuzzled closer, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling her into a state of calm.

Reth's hand continued to stroke her hair, his touch gentle and soothing, while his other arm held her firmly against him. The rhythm of their breaths seemed to match, a shared tranquility that spoke volumes. He pressed another soft kiss to her head, his lips lingering for a moment as if to savor the feeling.

"I could fall back to sleep like this," he murmured softly, his voice heavy with contentment. "Being with you like this is like a slice of paradise."

Seraphina felt a surge of warmth at his words. She lifted her head slightly and placed a soft, gentle kiss on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her lips. "I'm glad," she whispered, her voice filled with affection. "You deserve all the peace and comfort in the world."

Reth's breath hitched at the feel of her lips against his chest, a shiver of delight running down his spine. He gently cupped her face in his hand, tilting her chin up so he could meet her gaze. Her skin, a tan, sun-kissed glow with subtle warm undertones, felt soft under his touch.

"With you by my side," he murmured softly, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek, "I feel like I've found it." His eyes gleamed with tender affection as he looked at her, the weight of his feelings heavy in his gaze.

Seraphina's heart fluttered at his words, her eyes locking with his. She placed her hand over his, leaning into his touch. "Reth," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "I feel the same way. You've brought so much joy and light into my life."

Reth slowly leaned in closer, closing the distance between them until their lips met in a tender, longing kiss. The world around them seemed to melt away as he savored this moment of connection and intimacy. The kiss was filled with unspoken feelings, a silent affirmation of the depth of his affection for her.

Pulling back slightly, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the space between them. "I don't ever want to lose this," he whispered softly, the raw emotions of his words resonating in the air.

Seraphina's heart swelled at his words, her own feelings mirroring his. She placed a gentle hand on his cheek, her thumb lightly tracing his skin. "You won't," she whispered back, her voice filled with warmth and reassurance. "We'll cherish every moment we have together, and we'll face whatever comes our way."

Reth's breath hitched slightly at her touch, the gentle caress of her thumb sending a shiver down his spine. He couldn't help but lean into her hand, his eyes closing momentarily as he savored her touch.

His eyes opened again, locking with hers. "Promise?" he whispered softly, his gaze filled with both hope and vulnerability.

Seraphina's heart melted at his words, and she leaned in closer, her eyes never leaving his. "Promise," she whispered back, her voice filled with unwavering sincerity. She gently pressed her lips to his in a soft, reassuring kiss, sealing her vow.

Reth wrapped his arms around her, pulling her impossibly close, the kiss deepening as their emotions and desires intertwined. His fingers tangled in her hair, bringing her even closer to him, as if he never wanted to let go.

As they finally broke apart, their breaths mingled in the space between them, hearts beating in sync.

His voice was husky with emotion, a faint whisper against her lips, "I love you, Seraphina."

Seraphina's heart soared at his words, her eyes shining with tears of happiness. She gently cupped his face, her thumb brushing tenderly across his cheek. "I love you too, Reth," she whispered back, her voice filled with all the warmth and affection she felt for him.

Reth's eyes locked with hers, mirroring the overflowing emotions that filled his chest. He gently leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering at the feeling of her soft hand against his skin. He brought his fingers to her face, tracing the lines of her features, as if to etch them even deeper into his memory.

"I could lose myself in you," he murmured softly, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine finding someone like you."

Seraphina's heart swelled with emotion at his words, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy. She placed her hand over his, holding it gently against her cheek. "And I never imagined finding someone like you, Reth," she whispered back. "You mean everything to me."

Reth's voice was thick with emotion as he spoke, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. "Sometimes I wonder if all of this is just a dream," he confessed, his gaze locked with hers, "a too-good-to-be-true kind of dream. But then I look into your eyes and the way you look at me..."

He shook his head slightly, awe and disbelief in his voice. "And I know... I know this is real. You're real. And it's more than I ever dared to hope for."

Seraphina's heart fluttered at his words, and she leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back to look into his eyes. "It's real, Reth," she whispered, her voice steady and filled with love. "And it's ours to cherish."

Reth's eyes softened, and he smiled, relief and joy washing over his features. "I'm so grateful for you," he said quietly, his fingers gently caressing her face. "For this. For everything."

Seraphina's hand covered his, holding it against her cheek as she leaned into his touch. "And I'm grateful for you, Reth," she replied softly. "You've brought so much happiness into my life."

They lay there in each other's arms, finding comfort and solace in their shared connection. The bond between them felt unbreakable, a testament to the love and trust they had built.

As they eventually drifted off to sleep, their hearts and souls entwined, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, side by side. In the peaceful embrace of the night, they found a sense of contentment and hope, knowing that their love would guide them through anything.

[kaledya]

I'm will mess the order of our conversations but I need to explain how the things happened !

So I was on Youtube, and i saw your post about you wanting to do some dark fantasy/steampunk story on your own world (and it is also my favorite type of book but with more fantasy politics I'm writing in my langage) and I was so hyped for the idea like putting some pom-pom girl outfit or whatever to encourage you to do it!!

Like let's go ! You have the potential and I will watch it all ! (Well not that my support can really help cause I have no influence on internet whatsoever but ahah) I will love it ! Like slayyyy🌸🌸🌸

And then I thought perhaps you had some concept art already on tumblr so I go here and then... IMMEDIATELY was attacked by your gift  and I was not ready. Kaledya *take my hamster* Like the doodles are so sooo cute !

First, Narrator is smooth. Ah ! My crazy baby. Just by the shape of his smile you know its over ahah

Second, Lolicia's second outfit (thanks bg3 again) and just, I just love how calm she looks.🌸 You did her so well, I need to try to do a profile like that for her!

Third, my favorite, the Human Lolicia. So pretty! First the doodles with the big eyes ! I love when you do that with the characters its very adorable. And her human face and the look is so Lolicia i think like soft and... unhinged a bit scary. Love it.

Fourth, Vittorio aaaah. So mischievous. *take my Astarion hamster back.*

Thank you ! I was not prepared! I know I was suppose to be. But I was not ahah. I will gift you back !🌸

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I'm glad you liked the gift ! I will draw more and hopefully get better and better !

And fore the shape-shifting idea of Constantine for justifying differents type of horns is 🌸clever🌸. All questions of people answered just by that!

Also yes thank you, I just play doll with Lolicia's outfit and I justify it by saying its Velvette who makes it ahah

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Anw I like your OCs too! And yes Narrator steal hearts of everyone I saw, good for him ahah ! Oh yes ! I think even if Constantine had a very strict and extreme education, even princes had time to go out with "friends" even if Constantine never really had friends before Serinity he still had guys of his age to spent time with sometimes and they just had a moment to be free a bit. So teen Constantine and Verdelet/Narrator we will see them in the short story !

I saw Turkish people weaponry in museum too! I don't like guns of our times but old riffles like that ? Yes. And don't mention Berserk like its not a trauma manga 😭 ahah

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I love all of your designs I just don't say it all the time but I do!

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I just love when you give all the comments about the chapters, rating about the songs and the ambiance (thank you again i just can't-) and then you just like :

You : So beautiful, I love it but now THE REAL DEAL, I don't fucking care, I want to know ABOUT LOLICIA...

And that just kill me with laugh. Every. Time.

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Also for your exams (that is a damn important part) glad you made it to your first exam ! And for your boss exam just take an armor, focus on shading and proportion and just go for it. Slay! Everything will be okay *pom pom girl movement* Just slap that ART exam in the face.

The villain career just killed me twice ! Honestly, I can write your villain songs no problem. Let me just kidnapped a musician real quick just in case...

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Thank you ! And you will do a fantastic animator once you are in that university of animation you want to be in. I'm not even worry, you have made a lot of progress since your first and last animatics on youtube for exemple, from the positioning of the characters, the dramatic effect linked to the music lyrics, the differents perspectives and the little details in the poses and camera work. So continue to be what you are !🌸🌸🌸

Now I will write !

OMG!!! Do you like the steampunk/fantasy theme too!!?? I'm so glad to hear that!! I seriously love this theme, both visually and in terms of the factors it adds to the story.

Right now, in my mind, the place where the first part of the story will take place will be a city that relies on technology and does not have much magic. Maybe it could be a region with class distinctions, a bit like the cyberpunk universe.

Or a universe where there is a lot of life difference between the nobles (wealthy people) and the Lower class people. in Red Rising and Mistborn While one side lives a rosy life amidst wealth, the other side is drowned in misery.

And did I understand correctly? Are you writing your own story about this concept in your own language??

SHOW MEEEEEE (in niffty's voice)

And THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! AND YOUR WORDS MEAN A LOT TO ME, THANKS A LOT!!❤️❤️❤️ And it doesn't matter whether you have an influence on the internet or not, you are someone whose work I love very much, it is an honor to be supported by you!)

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YAAAAAAAAAY *gently takes the hamster* I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!! I wish I could draw them more now. I love all of them very much, and I love Verdelet more and more with each passing chapter! Lolicia is great as always and not to mention Abaddon. I want to draw him so bad and I'm so excited for Charlie's meeting with him!

*kindly gives the hamster back*

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And definitely! Constantine was someone who thought that there could be alliances in hell, but even those he thought friendship was impossible, this changed with Serenity, but it was a very sloooooow process. Even then, at first, instead of calling Serenity a friend, Constantine says this "she is tolerable or I find her amusement."So it really was a long process of acceptance for him.

And yes! Although Constantine had no friends when he was young, he spent a lot of time with people at his age: his cousins, or other high nobles like Verdelet!

And I read that short story and loved it!!Constsntine's training sequence, the dialogues between him and Verdelet, everything!! I really loved the dialogues and dynamics of Verdelet and Constantine. It was great to read the little adventure between them!!

And I love brothel story arcs for some reason too.Strangely, very rich story arcs can occur in brothels. I always think of the Yoshiwara arc in Gintama, it was a really great arc.

Also, the scenes where Verdelet takes Constantine to the brothel and they live there were beautiful!

Con: These pants are not coming on tonight. *" You dont have my attention "by looking at the brothel*

Verdelet:HAH! I never said anything like that *rips out someone's heart and shows it to Con* We're just going to do a live anatomy lesson" *"well.. you got my attention now"*

The short story was a seriously fun read!

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Definitely! In general, everything that is old seems more artistic to me, even the rain pipes on buildings.

Yes, it was a trauma (experiences traumatic flashback), but on the other hand, it was a masterpiece manga. It was a perfect manga, both in terms of story and drawings.(funny part is, I'm wearing a Berserk t-shirt while writing this part)

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And (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠)⁠→of course I will do this, you always bless me in your writing

And LMAO I love Lolicia and your OCs in general. Sometimes I even say, "Damn the general plot, I want to see these characters."Looking forward to Lolicia and Con meeting *getting ready to draw ship fanart*

And all joking aside, I love the designs you chose for your OCs in general and I also love their personalities. They are so fun to read. On the other hand, if you write a story that is told only POW of your OCs Please send it to me, I'll be happy to read it! 🛐🛐

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And thank you very much for the support!!!! I hope I can win by working hard But just in case *prepares rope for kidnapping*

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OF YOUR KIND WORDS!!!!❤️❤️❤️

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Now it's time to talk about short stories. The short story between Azrael and Abaddon was simply a masterpiece.I loved the dialogues between them, their protection details were very nice.I really liked Abaddon's personality, you really created a beautiful character.

Michael's idea of giving Charlie and Constantine a blessing to prevent them from going to the dark side was really interesting.At least it clearly worked on Charlie. 2x cinnamon rolls

And Azrael taking care of Lucifer's ducks was so sweet!!

I'm seriously excited to see abaddon in the future.

And I LOVED ABADDON'S DESIGN AND AZRAEL LOOKS AMAZING !!!

In short, thank you again for blessing my eyes!!

Have a good day❤️❤️

[gh0ulsh4rk]

I just watched the Borderlands movie trailer... wow.

I have a lot to say,

(TLDR: it's bad. I'm not excited. costumes = bad. writing = questionable. plot = stupid. casting = horrific)

let's start with casting and costume design. Jamie Lee Curtis as Tannis isn't horrible IMO, but only if it was their last resort... and I have a feeling it wasn't. Costume wise? I'm a little confused as Tannis pretty much has the same aesthetic through the games, and yet they missed the mark pretty bad. Let's take her outfit from the 3rd game, since it's most recent. She's got this tan button up, long redish coat, jeans, boots and of course The Works (video game characters tend to have more Stuff on them, she's got a rope tied to her echo, giving her character something more to look at, it's cool!). In the movie, Jamie Lee wears this... what I can only compare to something you'd see in Star Trek, while it's the closest shade to red I'd like to see on Tannis, it's not even close to what she'd wear in game. I'm very nervous to see how they write her in this movie, she's a very close comfort character and I'd hate to see her bring absolutely butchered.

Jack Black as Claptrap... ok... Claptrap is my favorite Borderlands character, I have a pillow that has him and him in sum naughty shis, ok? he's my fucking cinnamon apple. They butchered him in the 3rd game, and they continued to butcher him in this fucked movie. while his movement LOOKS satisfying, I can't really complain accurately since there wasn't a ton of him in the trailer that I watched. 2/10 overall.

Kevin Hart as Roland... no. just... no..

Ariana Greenblatt as Tiny Tina. I am not familiar with her actress, no hate to her personally. Tina is a very specific character and yet? she's well written in every game she's in (IMO)! BUT. the actress they chose to play her is not who i would have picked, nor is the costume... Tina wears an apron with a little bunny dude, a pink shirt/vest underneath and what I can assume either a orange suit/orange T-shirt and pants under all of that. she has an arm sleevie and mismatched socks/shoes. . . I have seen better cosplays of Tiny Tina in the wild than I have in that trailer. to the point I thought the trailer was a joke. Either the costume design team got to see the characters for a second and had to work off of that or they just, completely missed the mark.. as someone who adores Tina, this is really disappointing! not to mention her writing seemed really off, which almost seems impossible to do.

Kreig? I kinda have no complaints here, other than- if Maya isn't here, why is he? Maya is the only reason Kreig joined the crimson raiders.. story wise it just doesn't make sense?

Lilith. *SIGH* I just,,, why? Lilith, while her writing is shabby imo, her character design is beautiful, Fire Hawk is beautiful! WHAT DID THEY DO TO HER IN THIS MOVIE???? WHAT IS SHE WEARING, WHY IS HER HAIR,,,, THAT,,,,,?????????? NO! JUST N O.

it is, laughably bad!!!

The story won't make sense nor does it follow canon. Brick and Mordecai are apparently just, gone? why was Mouthpiece there???? WHY WASN'T ELLIE IN THE TRAILER? If Roland is alive, is Jack alive??? Is he even in the movie??? ugh! it's reminding me of how the same director fucked up Uncharted (the movie), & it hurts.

[crazyunsexycool]

My little love

Valentine’s Day head canon.

Warning: fluff, pregnancy and mentions of sexy time (but it’s barely there)

A/N: I had a plan to write a few one shots and such for Valentine’s Day but life got in the way! Hope you enjoy some Dad Bucky though!!!

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Bucky was nervous. It had been a while since he had taken a girl to a dance. He wore a white button up shirt and black slacks and even went as far as using a red tie along with his leather jacket. The door down the hallway opened and he could hear you getting closer. He took one final deep breath before looking up towards the hallway.

“You look beautiful.” His smile was blinding.

“Thank you daddy.” Charlotte twirled so that her dad could see her whole outfit. A black dress with hearts in different shades of white, pink and red, two French braids with red bows at the end of her long black hair and shiny black shoes and tights. “Mommy did my hair do you wike it?” She asks as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“Absolutely, mama did a great job.” He looked up at you with nothing but pure love and adoration. Bucky stands up with Lottie and sets her on his hip before placing a kiss on her chubby cheek.

“Let me take some pictures before you go.” You say as you grab your phone.

Bucky sets Lottie on the floor and lets you take as many pictures of her as she’ll allow before you move on to take pictures of both of them. Including some of Bucky giving Charlotte some flowers and balloons.

“Can we go now, pwease?” The very excited six year old asked as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She was very excited to go to her school's daddy/daughter dance held around Valentine’s Day.

“Yes, we are leaving now. Can you go get your coat, Doll?” Bucky had barely finished his sentence when Lottie had already left. “Wish me luck.”

“Oh hush, her classmates love you and so do the parents. It’ll be fun.”

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “I love you so much, sugar.”

“I love you too.” You lean in to whisper into his ear. “We’ll celebrate later.”

His grip on you tightens slightly before he lets go and leans down. “Take care of you mama while I’m out, ok sport?” He says as his hand smooths over your swollen belly, Bucky receives a small kick in response. He smiles and places a kiss where he had just felt some movement.

“Daddy!”

“We’re going, say bye to your mom.”

Lottie’s rushes footsteps stop at the entrance of your living room. “Bye mommy.”

“Have fun my sweet Angel. Make sure you dance with your daddy as much as you can.”

“Ok.”

“Thanks for that.” He huffs with a pout.

“You’re welcome. Go show our girl a fun time.”

“Yes ma’am.” He kisses your cheek one more time and hurries out the door with a very impatient little girl following.

Taglist: @kunaikunari @rebekahdawkins @cjand10 @nalny5 @sturchling @angywritesstuff @seitmai @writing-for-marvel @goldylions @darkhairedmenrule @little—baby—bear @almosttoopizza @littleseasiren @pono-pura-vida

Series taglist: @buckystevelove @vicmc624 @just-someone11 @sjsmith56 @emily-roberts @spencerriedisagorgman @talesofadragon

Series taglist: @buckystevelove @vicmc624 @just-someone11 @sjsmith56 @emily-roberts @spencerriedisagorgman @talesofadragon

[rabbitenn]

Hello, I’d like to request separate HCs for Rikkun and Tenn with an s/o who’s rather mysterious but eccentric, mostly cat-like in nature. She loves and also wears goth/gothic lolita fashion! :D

BE AUTHENTIC.

Under all the dark lace and silent ways, you were loving and often liked to cuddle with him.

ft. Kujo Tenn, Nanase Riku x fem! reader.

cw/genre: fluff.

hello, love ! I’m sorry this took so long… I hope the writing meets your expectations <3 enjoy !

♡ KUJO TENN

— Anyone who knew you would agree that there was more to you than meets the eye.

— Quiet and reserved, but the edge of your smile mirrored the crescent moon rising on starless dusks.

— There was no doubt a cunning soul lay beneath the enigma enshrouding you in shades of mystery.

— And, well, if someone knew about your true nature was your boyfriend.

— Kujo Tenn, the center of TRIGGER is as perceptive as they come; where others might have shied away and assumed you were just naturally withdrawn, he actually made the effort to get to know you, which led to him helplessly falling in love with you.

— The idol wondered at first, who were you really, besides this beautiful person clad in lacy tendrils of night, moving so silently despite your heeled black leather boots.

— And who you were at your core was revealed to him in moments only the two of you were privy to.

— Outside you were pretty quiet, but behind closed doors? You just wanted his cuddles and attention, which, of course, you return.

— With your arms wrapped around your lover’s slim waist, you adore it when his hands comb through your hair, soft headpats making you cuddle further into him.

— You almost reminded Tenn of…

— “Tenn…” You whine when his movements halt, with your face burying further against his stomach. “Don’t stop…”

— …Yes, a cute cat.

— The way you hold him, demanding affection and how you always hugged him when you were relaxing or laying down in bed… To Tenn, you were so precious like this.

— “Tenn!” You call him again, bringing his hand to your head. “Please, I want more headpats…” Comes your pouty request.

— He chuckles, those rosé gaze of him softening, long lashes seemingly dusted in shades of glittery nights fluttering as he regards you.

— “Hmm… Aren’t you needy today?” He teases, thumb brushing over your lower lip.

— Your gaze widens, your breath held as Tenn’s face is inches away from yours.

— Then he leans in, his eyes set on yours, tresses of moondust hair softly tickling your cheek.

— “I think you’re cute.” Your lover whispers, before briefly brushing his lips against yours.

— When he pulls away, you kick your legs happily, as you bury your face into him, cheeks burning.

— Another aspect of you that drew Tenn in was your style.

— The dark shades you don on your clothing, the lace, and silver accessories… They remind him of some of the outfits he sports on stage.

— Tenn also loves the dark ribbons and bows you use on your hair. If you pay close attention, you’ll see his lips curving in soft smiles every time he notices the details you add to your attire.

— He lowkey thinks you could make it in the entertainment industry; your style is gothic with a cute twist. If he didn’t know better, he’d mistake you for an idol or member of a visual kei band.

— Although, in the colder months, some of the dresses you like to wear are definitely not suitable for the unforgiving weather.

— Well, that way he has an excuse to wrap his scarf around your neck, his fingers lingering for a little longer than necessary, brushing against your silver cross shaped dangly earrings.

— And if he’s just finished with a performance, Tenn thinks the coat he was wearing on stage goes perfectly with your fit as he drapes it around your shoulders (he totally steals a kiss from you, pulling you closer by his own coat, now keeping you warm).

♡ NANASE RIKU

— Sunshine and midnight rain.

— That’s what you two resemble at first; you with your dark clothes, shadow and mystery following everywhere you go; him with his big bright eyes, that vibrant hair and his wide smiles.

— But despite your more distant demeanor towards strangers or people that are not your boyfriend, you are super affectionate towards Riku.

— And, naturally, he loves it.

— You’re always holding him in some way: your hand entwined with his, pinkies linked, your head on his shoulder…

— And even though IDOLiSH7’s center was quite shy at first, he just can’t have enough of your affectionate touches.

— Sometimes, you remind him of a cat, with how silently you approach every time you wrap your arms around him from behind; or when you lean against his side on the couch while he reads or watches TRIGGER’s concerts.

— Riku thinks you’re really cool. He’s totally smitten.

— “You know, [Y/n],” he tells you one day, as you curl up beside him in bed while he’s reading. “You remind me of a cat sometimes.”

— You chuckle, sitting up with your legs folded underneath you.

“How so?” You play with the longer strands grazing his cheek, a silky sunset running between your fingers.

— Riku gives you one of his bright smiles.

“Because you’re silent but so affectionate! And you dress in black a lot too, you’re like a black cat!”

— His sincerity is truly endearing, you think, as you lean back against him.

— “You’re too adorable, Rikkun.” You utter, as you kiss his blushing cheek.

— Riku is a fan of your unique outfits too! He loves that at his performances he can spot you instantly, even among hundreds of faces. The dark tulle of your puffed skirts certainly doesn’t go unnoticed, especially not by him, who’s seen you in every single one you own.

— Sometimes you like borrowing Riku’s sweaters, especially when he’s at work. They are soft and smell sweet like him. This way, on nights when you miss him, you can at least slip into dreams where his hugs keep you warm.

— And well, the moment he comes back to the dorms and finds you fast asleep on the couch, your hair half up with bat shaped accessories decorating it, and fishnet tights combined with his red hoodie, your boyfriend’s heart melts.

— He’d love nothing more than to drape himself by your side, holding you close, as the rise and fall of your chest lulls him into sweet dreams with you.

— However, Riku knows he has to be careful and take care of his asthma, he can’t fall asleep wherever.

— So he gently picks you up, carrying you to his bed, where you both snuggle under the warm covers.

— The way you cuddle into him, your soft breaths fanning the side of his neck… You’re just too cute.

— Riku just feels so lucky, to have such a cool and unique s/o; who not only is smart and permanently surrounded by enigmatic allure, but also loves him unconditionally and never gets tired of letting him know.

[byanyan]

𝟑-𝟓 things your muse can easily be identified with.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒

+ pink :: bright & vibrant, always present in some aspect of their outfit + black :: a favourite to pair with more vibrant shades + silver :: the glint of jewelry adorning their body + purple-blue :: fresh bruising which blooms beneath their skin + red :: fresh blood and unhealed wounds

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

+ sweet perfumes :: sickeningly dessert-like candy & berry smells + lighter fluid :: refills, or destruction? take your best guess + smoke :: the scent of bad habits & favourite pastimes + sweat :: a necessary side-effect of all that movement + blood :: the coppery result of fights both won and lost

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍

+ crop tops :: cute & edgy; perfect for showing off toned muscle + streetwear cargo pants :: practical, comfortable, & most importantly: cool + skirts :: cute & flowy; no one expects the knife hidden underneath + piercings :: adds a sharp edge to otherwise soft & round features + platform boots :: impractical, but in a fun & cool way

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒

+ colourful knives :: balisongs, switchblades, & combat; ideal tools & toys + large pink backpack :: a room on the go, it practically bursts at the seams + sketchbook :: an outlet for creativity & inner turmoil + lighter :: a favourite toy & tool for destruction + needles :: tattooing or sewing; both aid in self-expression

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

+ finger tapping :: an expenditure of excessive energy & an impatient mind + eye rolls :: unnecessarily dramatic & sassy + easy stances :: often too casual & bored for the circumstances + arms folded :: unconscious guardedness & self-soothing + tightly clenched fists :: anger with nowhere else to go

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

+ dark alleyways :: ideal cover for illicit activities + a bedroom full of pink :: an adorable place to hide dark secrets + empty rooftops :: freedom & escape + busted, blood-covered knuckles :: life has always been a fight + excessively cute stickers adorning dangerous weapons :: the contrast between what you wanted to be & what you had to become

tagged by:ㅤthe ever lovely @gnarledbite ofc ♡

[auroraepoesietristi]

I know I'm late (and nobody asked), but here's a list of my favourite looks from the 2024 Golden Globes 🌟

1. elle fanning in vintage balmain

she's always so gorgeous and she never misses with her outfits, a true princess

2. troian bellisario in oscar de la renta

hands down my favourite dress of the night (I really need this in my closet)

3. taylor swift in gucci

I have no words, this woman truly is my roman empire. I love the green (btw, it gives me debut vibes) and the details on the back, plus the earrings are stunning

4. carey mulligan in schiaparelli

this dress is so beautiful I might cry and I really think the beauty of the dress itself is heightened by carey because she wears it perfectly

5. emma stone in louis vuitton

andrew, I get it, I truly do. all jokes aside, the delicate vibe of the dress complements her so much and I love the shoes

6. ayo edebiri in prada

I love red, I love that she chose such a bold colour! this dress is perfect for her because it's elegant and "fun" at the same time thanks to the details in the back

7. margot robbie in vintage armani privé

I love this shade of pink and absolutely adore how she committed to the barbie theme in the last months, an era that will be truly missed

8. hunter schafer in prada

the movement of this dress in the wind is all I need to mention, a real work of art

9. elizabeth debicki in dior haute couture

elizabeth has this regal aura about herself (I've never seen the crown but I get why she was chosen to play diana) and this dress plays into it perfectly

10. hailee steinfeld in prada

listen, usually I don't love gloves but they are the perfect addition to this look; the dress is gorgeous, the hairdo is on point and that necklace is to die for

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Day 3: Trick-or-Treat

Autumn. October.

The season and month many mortals seem to love despite the many flaws it could have.

Humans complain over the cold season.

Humans complain of the ghastly things that happen in the night.

Humans complain of the “harsh scares”.

Humans complain about being scared and not scared enough.

Besides popular beliefs, demons like Sebastian aren’t tied to All Hallow’s Eve in the slightest.

During this time, demons do wander about the mortal realm but not to wreak havoc among the humans that he finds so amusing, no no no, but to just… wander. Hell is rather small I have you know!

But ever since becoming a butler to the small human he somewhat grew to respect, he got used to the humoring buzzing in his chest about the ghost stories and impressions of his species to these humans on the night many enjoy and fear.

The butler watched as his young master fixed the gell of his hair that groomed back in a formal attire his aunt would adore to witness, nails painted black like the outfit he wore in a formal frilly design like a haunted doll from the dark shadows of his mind.

Today is the boy’s annual Halloween party he must attend and impress. Despite being in his teens he seems to have this eager joy still while doing these parties and wearing costumes and eating sweets, things Sebastian sadly can’t quite enjoy due to his upbringing but pretend is the most fun a demon can have.

“Do you think Lord Trancy will arrive, Young Master?” Sebastian asked, quirking a smirk at the tease. His little lord has been heavily surprised by how much his heart can handle from little things a certain little circus performer and a certain blond noble boy, his thoughts and smirk only growing in being proven right thanks to Ciel’s ear turning a lovely shade of pinkish-red.

The boy turned his head to his butler in a blushing crazed mad expression, blue eye wide and glaring. “Oh shut up!” He hissed at the demon, only getting a chuckle from Sebastian in return.

The party was settling in a calming motion, the scent of treats and the fire that burns and crisp in the little bonfires that were made earlier in the night, the cold hair mixing well with the warm ambiance of the crowd of party guests blending well in harmony, the sounds of laughter and fire popping echoing around.

Sebastian worked hard on having the event a fun memory for everyone, making sure every treat was done well and that every inch of the manor’s gardens and halls were decorated accordingly, having such great care and time with every activity and predicted event that will happen in the night so it wouldn’t be ruin by any means.

And yet he lost his Young Master somewhere in the night.

As the butler in black walks around the party, mingling with those who decide to speak to him with a warm smile, his red eyes glance and cross every nook and cranny for the boy wearing an eyepatch.

At long last after what felt like hours he found the boy in the manor’s halls taking a breath. His eyes soften some, same goes for his movements as he watched the teen take a wheezing breath. From all the years he’s known him, he has become more than aware when his Master becomes anxious or upset in crowded events, especially ones where his heart isn’t able to take the haunting memories of what life he had prior the Hell he was in…

Carefully, Sebastian made his way closer and knelt beside Ciel. “Young Master,” He spoke, soft and careful as if the boy was a bird that’ll fly away high any second now with his presence, a gloved hand just on the air to wait for that sense to take action. Once he was sure he was slightly calmer when he’s near, the demon reached up and gently rubbed the silky soft blue gray hair that became somewhat iconic with the noble’s many envious talks about the Phantomhive Estate, sensing the wheezing weak breath under his palm of the frame that shakes on the floor.

“Do you need me to cancel the other plans for tonight?” He asked, curious and generally worried for his Earl’s safety and mental health.

Ciel sighed out, lifting his head from his knees and blinking away swollen tears that were threatening to escape their socket prisons, white powder now slightly messy but luckily not too noticeable for concern of his appearance. His lone blue eye looked up at the older, sighing again as his shoulders slumped. “. . . They looked nice.”

Sebastian’s eyebrow quirked up.

“Pardon, my lord?”

“They looked amazing even!”

Ah, now it makes sense to Sebastian.

He honestly has no right to smile and hold snorts with the idea the first thing his master could muster to say was the costumes Miss Doll and Earl Trancy wore for the party, with the blond wearing a rather simple yet well crafted outfit of a black cloaked creature of the night in dark velvets and ribbons and bows while the tightrope walker wore something that brought flashbacks of the scandal of the Sphere Music Hall’s star theme with silky whites of the gown fluttering musically with the glittering golds and silvers that address and complements her pale and freckled skin and the white roses that wrap her brown hair like a angelic halo humans humor about in pictures, the little Lord Ciel Phantomhive’s personal demon and angel as so.

The teenage boy glared at his butler with flushed cheeks and a hissing tongue, “Oh hush up, you have no right to mock your master about this!”

Sebastian finally let out a chuckle, a small snort leaving out his perfectly shaped thin nose, bringing the hand that was previously petting his master in calm now to his face to hide his crooked giggling grin, “I apologize Young Master, but isn’t tonight a night that’s perfect for this occasion?”

The youthful doll expression twists and turns into a confused sour expression, only to ease and brighten when the butler presents a goodie, an apple coated in caramel and chocolates on a stick, he very obviously snuck off from the public eye.

Blue eye clashing on red ones as the butler spoke again, “After all, aren’t Halloween Parties one of the few places the youths can charm and swoon with one another without other people’s opinions holding them back?”

Sebastian picked up right where he was left off, handing out goods and compliments to the guests as they enjoy the games and party activities as children run around enjoying the fun memories they’ll keep forevermore and the adults who now have stories to tell to those who somehow missed such an amusing night, his red eyes glancing to the garden’s roses at the three shadows that linger there with muffled noises of voices.

He smiled some seeing as his Young Master ate his apple happily while chatting and laughing with Alois and Doll who seem to enjoy the energy of everything and settle in the quiet area away from everyone else. 

“Well, Happy Halloween, Young Master. I hope you enjoyed the many treats and tricks it had to offer.”

I'm VERY late to the Dadbastian Week event @dadbastianweek2023 is doing but I'll catch up the best I can and if not, here's first entry!

Costumes inspired by this beautifulness:

Doll's

Alois':

And I wanted to add nods of officially art so Ciel's and Sebastian's:

Happy Halloween yall

[anxietytwist]

𝐃𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐚 “𝐃𝐚𝐱” 𝐇𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬

[ ?? | 𝟻'𝟼" | Agender | Demi | ❤︎𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 ]

⊰Wings⊱

Mostly white with creamy brown throughout & structured like the wings of a swan 🦢

⚝ Their fibromyalgia causes their wings to be very sensitive to even the lightest touch & often leaves them with pervasive pain after the smallest of movements ... they're mostly numb to it now ⚝

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⊰Style⊱

𝗙𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗼𝗻:

They prefer to be “well-dressed” in all situations, even when off-duty/relaxing

They have an “androgynous” style & the colour schemes for their outfits always lean toward monochromatic shades.

𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗲:

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⊰Notes⊱

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ➳ They/Them ʙᴜɪʟᴅ➳ 𝘈𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴꜱ➳ Fibromyalgia, ADHD, Depression, Mixed hearing loss, & Optic neuritis ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ꜱᴜᴘᴘʟɪᴇꜱ➳ Meds, Cane, Hearing aids, & Contacts

𝐃𝐚𝐱 is not a fan of hot chocolate >:(

They appear to be a human in their early 𝟹𝟶s

𝐃𝐚𝐱 has been pining after 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 for ≈𝟷 year now, they're certain that it's unrequited & do their best to not burden him with their unwanted affection (for fear of any platonic relationship being ruined) 🥺

They're generally pretty touch-averse (especially with strangers) ... but ARE able to selectively tolerate, & possibly even enjoy, physical contact when it's from someone they're “close to”

Despite wanting to know the cause of their death, 𝐃𝐚𝐱 stopped asking after being stonewalled (it never stopped them from wondering though) 🤔

Their hair is long enough to be bothersome when kept loose (𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦), so they put it up in a ponytail while they're “working”

They've always had a soft spot for small animals (they think 𝐌𝐫. 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 is ADORABLE 🥰🐀)

Upon first meeting them most see them as a typically “no-nonsense” & stern individual, but those who've been around them long enough soon learn of their genuine appreciation for sarcasm & dry humour

They've always thought of 𝐗𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 as a “friend” & him attempting to kill them in CHP1 definitely stung 😥

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𝐼𝐹: @unwilling-souls-if

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Picrew used:

[nutmegdoggy]

MEET SPARKLEFUZZ WHISKERPAWS

ok so a friend used chatGPT to design a fursona for them ((of their own accord!!)) and it was so good I HAD to draw it!!

((only the description is AI, the art is mine!!))

((original description by ChatGPT under the cut))

Fursona Name: Sparklefuzz Whiskerpaws Species: Cat Gender: Non-binary Pronouns: They/Them Birthday: August 14th Height: 5'7" (170 cm) Rising Sun Sign: Gemini Moon Sign: Pisces Personality Traits: • Always speaks in UwU language • Semi-cringe social media presence • Loves role-playing in chatrooms • Flirts playfully with everyone • Has an obsession with pastel colors • Overuses emojis and text faces (^ω^) Quirky Facts: • Pees with their eyes closed • Has a deep love for polar bears • Is a fan of late-night infomercials • Can name every episode of "My Little Pony" • Collects limited-edition anime keychains • Has a secret talent for yodeling • Sleeps with a stuffed animal collection Favorite Activities: • Attending furry conventions • Drawing fan art for their favorite shows • Playing dress-up games online • Binge-watching 2000s cartoons • Posting dance videos on TikTok • Hosting themed tea parties Sparklefuzz Whiskerpaws' life goal is to become the most famous cat-themed internet personality while spreading love and positivity throughout the online world. They are quirky, playful, and always ready to make new friends in their never-ending quest for fun and adventure. Appearance: Fur Color: Pastel lavender with a gentle gradient of baby pink and sky blue, creating a soft, cotton candy-like appearance. Fur Pattern: A smattering of white stars adorning the fur, with a large white crescent moon on their forehead. Eye Color: Sparkling, large round eyes in a mesmerizing shade of mint green, with a subtle twinkle that resembles tiny stars. Body Shape: Lean and graceful with slightly longer limbs, giving an air of elegance to their every movement. A plump, fluffy chest adds to their overall cuteness. Tail: An exceptionally long, fluffy tail with a gradient that matches the fur color. It's adorned with a few tiny, white star-shaped markings scattered throughout. Ears: Large, perky ears with tufts of white fur on the inside, giving them an extra touch of adorableness. Outfit: Clothing: A pastel-colored, oversized hoodie with a galaxy pattern, featuring a large front pocket for carrying snacks and small trinkets. The sleeves are slightly too long, covering their paws and adding to the overall UwU vibe. Accessories: A pastel pink and purple beanie with cat ears, a crescent moon pendant necklace, and an array of colorful bracelets and wristbands on their front legs. Footwear: Soft, fuzzy ankle-high socks with non-slip paw prints on the bottom, perfect for sliding across smooth surfaces. Sparklefuzz Whiskerpaws' appearance is the epitome of cuteness, with their soft, pastel-colored fur and enchanting eyes. Their carefully curated outfit adds to their unique charm, embracing their UwU personality and ensuring they leave a lasting impression on everyone they meet

[ronaldanthony4]

I recently created another piece of digital art, and this time, it’s a fan art of one of the most nostalgic and beloved cartoon characters: Strawberry Shortcake. As I sat down to work on this piece, I felt excitement and memories from my childhood, when this character was everywhere—from toys to television, to posters and candy. Strawberry Shortcake’s sweet personality and colourful design have left a lasting impression on many people, myself included, and I wanted to honour that with this artwork.

The version of Strawberry Shortcake I chose to depict is based on her 2009 character design from the show Strawberry Shortcake: Berry Bitty Adventures. Her design has changed a lot over the years, but the 2009 version remains the most iconic for many fans. There's something timeless about how she looks in that series—a perfect blend of playful innocence and bright, happy colours that capture her personality. I wanted to bring that to life in my way, focusing on her most memorable features.

In this artwork, Strawberry has her signature vibrant magenta hair, which falls in soft, bouncy curls past her shoulders. The colour of her hair is one of the most striking elements, and I took extra care to get the shading and highlights just right. The light bounces off her curls in a way that makes them seem almost alive, full of energy, just like Strawberry herself. I made sure to emphasise how the strands frame her face, bringing attention to her big, expressive green eyes. Her eyes are wide and full of wonder, the kind of eyes that always see the best in everything and everyone. They almost sparkle with excitement.

Her peach-coloured skin is smooth and glowing, a light blush dusting her cheeks, giving her a youthful and innocent look. I added small freckles across the bridge of her nose—just a few because too many would take away from her soft features, but enough to keep her design true to the character we all know and love. Her smile is gentle but full of joy, showing just a hint of pink lipstick that complements her overall sweet appearance. Her long, flowing hair cascades down her back in soft waves, adding to her ethereal beauty. The way she carries herself exudes grace and kindness, making her a truly captivating character to behold.

Now, Strawberry Shortcake’s outfit is as iconic as her personality. I stuck with the 2009 design’s signature elements—a white short-sleeved shirt with a green diamond pattern on either side of a strawberry emblem, front and centre. The strawberry symbol has always been a big part of her design, and I wanted to keep that detail as the heart of her outfit. The top has a fresh, simple charm that suits Strawberry’s wholesome character. For the skirt, I went with the classic high-waisted pink skirt dotted with red polka dots. It flares out just enough to add a playful movement to the piece as if she’s ready to skip down a strawberry path in her magical world.

One of the fun challenges was deciding whether or not to include her pink cap with the green visor, which is another one of her signature accessories. In the end, I chose to leave the cap out this time, as I wanted to fully showcase her hair in all its glory. Without the cap, her hairstyle is more visible, and it allows her face to shine even brighter. Plus, I felt like this decision added a touch of freshness to the design, giving it a slightly updated feel while still keeping her recognisable.

Another small but essential part of her outfit is the striped tights—white and green, of course. These tights are so uniquely Strawberry Shortcake, and I think they add a whimsical touch to her look. They contrast nicely with her skirt, balancing the warm pink tones with cooler greens, making her outfit stand out without being overwhelming. On her feet, I placed her signature red Mary Jane shoes, the perfect finishing touch to an outfit that’s both practical and adorable.

As I was working on her design, I couldn’t help but think about what makes Strawberry Shortcake such a beloved character, even after all these years. She’s not just cute; she embodies so many positive traits that have made her a role model for generations of children. She’s kind, always thinking of others before herself, and she’s the kind of friend everyone wishes they had. In Berry Bitty Adventures, Strawberry is depicted as a bright, perky young girl who is always ready to lend a hand to her friends. She loves to bake, and often, her solutions to problems involve some form of baking—a talent that makes her feel relatable and down-to-earth.

But beyond her skills in the kitchen, what stands out is her personality. Strawberry Shortcake is the type of character who stays hopeful no matter what. She faces challenges with a smile, believing that everything will work out in the end. I think that’s one of the reasons she’s remained so popular over the years. She’s an optimist, but she’s also mature and level-headed, never letting the little things upset her. In creating this artwork, I wanted to capture that sense of calm and positivity—something we could all use a little more of.

Despite being young, Strawberry is often the leader among her friends, not because she’s bossy, but because she’s considerate and reliable. She has a way of making everyone feel included and important. I remember episodes of the show where she’d organise fun activities for her friends, making sure everyone had a good time. It’s not surprising that her friends trust her to lead, because she genuinely cares about their happiness. She’s not one to put herself first, even when it might be easier to do so.

Another thing I’ve always admired about Strawberry is her honesty. She’s the kind of person who tells the truth, even when it’s hard, but she does it in a way that’s kind and understanding. In a world where it can be tough to be honest without hurting feelings, Strawberry manages to strike the perfect balance. I tried to reflect this in her expression—a look of warmth and sincerity, as if she was about to say something thoughtful and encouraging. Strawberry's ability to be both honest and compassionate is truly a rare quality. It's evident in the way she interacts with others and the genuine connections she forms.

While she’s not the most intellectual character (that role usually goes to Blueberry Muffin), Strawberry is incredibly wise in her way. She doesn’t rush into things without thinking, and she always considers the feelings of others before making a decision. That’s one of the things I love most about her—her ability to stay humble and grounded, even when others look to her for guidance. Strawberry's humility and empathy make her a role model for those around her, showing that true wisdom comes from understanding and kindness.

In this artwork, I wanted to bring out that sense of calm leadership and soft strength. She’s standing with her arms slightly outstretched as if she’s welcoming you into her world, or perhaps inviting you to join her in one of her adventures. There’s a gentle confidence in her pose that speaks to her role as a leader among her friends, but it’s not overpowering. It’s the kind of confidence that comes from being kind, patient, and always willing to lend a helping hand. Her eyes are warm and inviting, reflecting the compassion and empathy that define her character.

As I worked on this fan art, I found myself reflecting on why characters like Strawberry Shortcake continue to hold such a special place in our hearts. It’s not just about nostalgia, though that’s certainly a part of it. It’s about the qualities she represents—the timeless values of kindness, honesty, and optimism. In a way, creating this artwork was more than just an artistic exercise; it was a reminder of the importance of these traits in our own lives. Strawberry’s world may be sweet and simple, but her message resonates across generations.

In conclusion, working on this fan art of Strawberry Shortcake was a delightful experience, not only because of the fun, bright colours and playful design but also because it gave me a chance to revisit a character who has brought so much joy to so many people. I hope that through this artwork, I’ve captured the essence of who Strawberry Shortcake is—her warmth, leadership, and unwavering belief in the goodness of others. Whether you grew up watching her on TV or are just discovering her now, Strawberry Shortcake remains a beacon of positivity and kindness in a world that could always use a little more sweetness.

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How the Mail Never Fails - FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 5: Stamp

Halditar was firm with her movements in tying the white cravat. It was to be as fluffy and endear as possible after all. Nothing less would be accepted for the noble attire of the mooglepost, especially not on a day like today. Nor would Moonlight let herself look anything less than perfect in her most favorite barding. Her bird was not a vain one, but when it came to being gussied up, stubbornly the Warrior of Light’s loyal steed refused to move until she felt she was perfect. It was enough to make the roe roll her eyes, but she never could get frustrated at the bird’s antics.

“There. How’s that feel, girl?” she asked.

Moonlight swiveled her head, and let out her happiest whistle before walking to the nearest reflective surface in the stable. She stared at her own reflection like a woman preparing for a romantic date, not a steed with an important mission. Halditar wasn’t sure what it was about the formal, adorable look and feel of the Post Moogle barding that made Moonlight love it so. But who was she to deny the chocobo what it enjoyed, especially today.

“Enough gawkin’ now, we have places to be!” With that she grabbed a glamor plate and in an instant was transformed. From the noble outfit of a powerful sage to something more approachable. A cute tunic top and skirt, with hardy running boots in that beautiful shade of abyssal blue, all to compliment that recognizable Postmoogle Cap.

She took Moonlight by the lovely red reins and guided her out the stable. It was very early in the morning. Above the sky was starting to melt from the dark expanse of space into a beautiful pastel swirl of yellow and orange, the barest hint of blue on the edge of the horizon. The only people up being the workers like her, and those that wished to get an early start on surprising their loved one’s this day. It took no effort to hitch up and climb aboard Moonlight. She bird stamped her foot on the ground, eager to galavant and do what she was made for.

“Onwards! Valentoine’s Day waits for no one!”

With a mighty ‘kweh!’ Moonlight took off, taking to the sky to start a long day of delivering letters to a fro.

-

Their first stop was the hottest cities and lands, knowing how if they didn’t do them now, they would regret having to come later.

Ul’dah had been as expected. Letters between spouses-to-be that wished to connect more in hopes to make an arranged marriage feel less arranged, secret missives between the richer stock and poorer, hiding a deeper relationship in plain sight. And pound upon pounds of precious gifts. Chocolate wouldn’t last being ferried across the desert land, so the people of Thanalan courier favor through baubles. Bands and chains of metal set with precious stone jingled in the back satchel with every step, and more than once Halditar had to reach down with a firm grasp, or weapon in some nastier cases, to ward off any thieves. But being it was a kind day, she was quick to forgive the fools that tried to swindle her and toss some gil and a warning their way.

There was a lot of back and forth between her, the miners guild, the goldsmiths, the weavers, and Eshtaime’s this day. From picking up orders or dropping them off to delivering missives for more materials - it was a good thing for today Halditar got permission to ride Moondrop through the city-states streets else she didn’t want to imagine the aether sickness that would come from the aether shard travel to save time. Of course, amidst the bustle the adventurer found moment’s of brevity.

“Haldi! Over ‘ere!” The roe glanced around, looking for the source of the voice until she recognized a waving, hopping lalafell. She beamed, gently riding over to Wawarukka and Kokomo. Kokomo was as pretty as ever, and while a little rough around the edges from what Halditar could recognize as a long night mining, he was dressed up. In fact, both were dressed in matching designs the artisan could recognize as Redolent Rose’s work. Fashionable when separate, and down-right perfect together.

“Aren’t you two looking lovely today? To think I’d encounter the cutest couple on the star this early in my deliveries!” She laughed as Kokomo’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and while Wawakkura’s did the same he had more than heard enough of Halditar’s teasing working together in the miner’s guild to build a tolerance to it.

“Ah, you're still full of slit even after all this time, Haldi?”

“Only for you, Wawakkura. But truly, you both are dashing today. I’m happy to see both seem well.” she said, this time with a genuine softness. The aristocratic girl nodded, the blush finally receding from the initial embarrassment.

“More than well. We’ve been starting to discuss being wed.”

That got the redhead to gasp. Moonlight chirruped and wriggled in delight, seeming to understand exactly what that meant. Donning her own massive grin, she pet her bird to calm it while saying, “Gods, I can’t believe it! Congrats you two, I wish you the finest luck. You both deserve it.”

“We can’t thank you enough, both for your kind words and your help years ago. If not for you…” Kokomo shook her head, knowing it wasn’t even worth imagining such a grim scenario. “Truly, thank you. It may not be the most noble deed you’ve done, but to us this will be the legacy you leave us with, Warrior of Light.”

The redhead tipped her hat, both in thanks for such kind words and to hide the slight welling of tears behind her glasses. She knew she might cry today, but for it to come this early. She might end up a mess at the end of today, what a sap she was! “Happy to be of service.”

“And ya better keep your ear close to the guild! When I’m looking for a goldsmith to craft the metal and gems I dig up into a ring, you’re number one on the list! Got it?” Wawakurra's passionate command made Halditar laugh, nodding in agreement.

“Just make sure you give up something good. If you try and make me work with some shit gems and metal to make your wedding bands, I won’t let you hear the end of it.” She warned and joked with her guildmate a few minutes longer before counting on with her work. But, as to be expected on a day like today, another voice called out and stopped her in her tracks.

“Might I trouble you for your services, Postmaster?” Halditar smiled and nodded down to the short, pink-clad lalafell who approached, shortly followed behind by Papashan.

“No trouble at all, Lady Lilira. What do you require of me?”

“I have a letter I need delivered to a dear friend in Ala Mhigo, and a second one for another friend. She is an adventurer, so she doesn’t stay put very often, but I’m sure you won’t have any trouble finding her,” ‘Lilira’ smiled, and handed up to the courier two letters in pink enveloped, sealed with an inconspicuous yellow wax stamp depicting a rose in full bloom. “Considering the day, I thought it appropriate to share words with them on how much they mean to me.”

“And it shall be done, Lady Lilira. And know I’ve already spoken with that adventurer friend of yours, in fact. She’s eager to prepare for you some wonderful sweets she learned to make while across the salt, just send the word and she’ll be right over to cook for you a feast.”

The younger girl couldn’t stop herself from cheering, a joyous sight the adventurer couldn’t stay too long to enjoy. Racing off to the next delivery and destination.

-

“Seems the Bull of Ala Mhigo is as popular as ever!”

haubahn looked up from his tactics table, a map of all of Gyr Albania with notes on renegade forces and monster attacks, with a grin and sigh of relief upon seeing her. The Flame Captain approached her former general casually, plopping on a clear part of the table her bag heavy with letters, a good few for him. But none so important at the one in her hand.

“Am I wrong to assume the same for you, friend?” He laughed and hugged her. She returned it with gusto, patting his back in a familiar, brotherly way.

“I make it a point never to expect Valentoine’s letters unless they're from the dearest friends while working. Including our Nanamo,” Upon saying the sultana’s name, Raubahn pulled back enough for her to offer him the letter. The only man that could match her in height and strength hesitated, taking the envelope of paper from her grasp as gingerly as one may an injured animal. He was as she was, weak to the kindness of those they held dear, running his thumb over the wax seal tenderly.

“Ah, I haven't had the time to write anything myself yet…” his words dripped with an unneeded guilt, one Halditar shook her head at.

“I’m in no rush, I can wait here as long as you need me to so you can hand your letter off in good confidence.” She assured him. In an instant, all that worry melted off his face.

“Thank you, Halditar.” Raubahn scoured the war room for paper, envelope, and ink to write Nanamo in turn. He didn't take long, more time fretting over what to put than the writing itself. A panic nearly took over the man when he realized he had no wax or stamp with which to seal it for safety, earning a laugh from the redhead. Thankfully, as an honorary Postmoogle and aid to the efforts of House Valentoines, she was prepared with a stamp and wax alike.

-

She knew Thavnair was only just opening itself to the other lands, and as such Halditar figured the celebrations there would be light, if any. She probably hadn’t needed to check, but better safe than sorry. And how glad she was she did, when amongst the meager decorations of red heart lights and garlands, she spied a familiar matanga flitting about the entrance to The High Crucible.

“Cat got your tongue, Matsya?” She asked the nervous lad. He jumped quite high, nearly fumbling and having to catch the parcel he carried in his arms before it hit the ground.

“Y-You scared me friend… But it is good to see you.” He stuttered and offered the roe and her bird a week smile. Moonlight warked back in greeting while Halditar leaned to the side, looking around the corner into what was an alchemist’s paradise. She could already spy the reason Matsya was so worried, but still kindly guessed,

“So did word of the day reach you and encourage you to give a gift to someone important?” She asked. Matsya only shuffled, trunk curling up slightly as he tapped his finger across the wax paper holding his gift, a fish, without, nervously.

“I know this ‘Valentoines’ is also a day to express appreciation for others but… I worry I would simply be bothering Nidhana and the others with my presence.” He mused in that way only those with a crush and gentle heart could. She gave the gentlest smile she could and held out her hands.

“Well, I am a mailwoman today. If you’d like, I can happily deliver it in your stead. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind mail, especially from a fellow alchemist.”

“T-Truly?! Oh, Sisters bless you, friend! A-Ah, no need to mention who it’s from through. I-I don’t think that, um, necessary...” He stammered. Halditar just nodded, walking in through the grand arch leading into the grandest and greatest hall an alchemist could be so lucky to grace. All manner of work stations and materials were everywhere, but nothing could distract the hero from her goal. Given her attire, it wasn’t long before she was noticed by Nidhana herself.

“Oh, welcome, Halditar! It’s so nice to see you again. To what do we owe this visit?” She asked. Halditar offered forward the paper-wrapped fish with the same grin as she would if she were delivering chocolates or jewels, full of glee and kindness.

“A Valentoine’s day delivery. My first in Thavnair, in fact! Happy to it could be to a friend of mine.”

The arkasodara gasped in delight, eagerly taking the bundle and opening it then and there on her work station. Inside was indeed a very nice fish, with silvery scales and a good bit of fat on it’s bones. A fine gift from a fisher, Halditar would say.

“Oh, this is lovely! It will make a good meal, and I can use the scales to make plenty of oils. Thank you,” Nidhana beamed and began to wrap her gift up once more for safe keeping. “May I ask who sent this?”

“Well, he asked to remain anonymous. Buuuuut,” she leaned in with a glint in her eye and spoke softly, as if the distance and volume of The High Crucible staff at work wouldn’t already keep Matsya from hearing them. But what fun was there in telling secrets without having some fun with it? “He didn’t make me promise. He’s right outside the gate, probably still flitting there nervously. Follow me out and you’ll certainly still be able to catch him.”

Nidhana gasped, before nodding with understanding and a mischievous glint in her own eye. With a skip in her step, she was quick to mount her bird after exiting into the aetheryte plaza and assuring Matsya she delivered his gift. “Good luck!” She bid him as she rode off, disappearing into the crowd before the shy boy could ask too many questions, unable to hear him exclaim in shock when Nidhana approached him from behind.

-

Limsa was one of her favorite cities to do deliveries in one part of that being seeing the wide-eyed terror that made Brithael donned as she stepped over the blacksmith guild’s threshold. Offering an unapologetic , shit-eating grin as she pulled out the biggest package she had the honor of delivering today.

“It’s official, you’re banned from the guild on the 14th of this month. The world could be ending and my forge could be the only one capable of forging the weapons to save it, and I simply wouldn’t give a shite. Until I’m dead and buried I want you nowhere near me on this blasted day!” He spat and shouted, but the Warrior of light didn’t give a shit herself. Rolling her eyes at her once-master’s dramatics and offering to him the meticulously wrapped package she had been told to deliver as if her life depended on it.

“How cruel and shallow ya are, boss. To deny a young maiden’s affections! What would saint Valentoine’s think?” She spoke so dramatically the lads by the anvil guffawed and chortled, no doubt knowing what all this was about.

Sekka was nothing if not persistent in trying to win the rough guildmaster’s affection. And for all his bluster and denying to his mates, he hadn’t rejected a gift or letter from her yet, or failed to send one back in due time, always justifying it was because of smithy questions she asked him. It was simply a nice bonus she got to tease and bully the rough Limsan a bit over it, just as he did with her when she showed up as the greenest apprentice he ever did take on.

“I think she’d have to start sleeping with one eye open after I’d give ‘er a piece of my mind… Bugger all…” Brithael swore and took the lovely gift from her hands, dropping it on one of the supply crates as he ripped away the wrapping paper. Along with a novella sized pile of papers nearly strung together, a love letter no doubt, Halditar recognized the three-tiered, lacquered lunch boxes of Kugane well. If she knew anything about how those from Hinga expressed their affection mostly through action than words, the guild master was in for a feast.

“I’ll leave you to enjoy the spoils of your love for now, Brithael, but I’ll be back in the evening to pick up your response!”

A hail of ore thunks and curses were thrown after her as she raced across the upper deck of the great sea-city, laughing alongside her whistling chocobo the whole way.

-

There was a poeticism in the power of Valentoine’s extending to beyond the Source.

She was sure if she told House Valentoine’s, they would be rife with glee and overjoyed of how far one of their messengers would go in the name of love. But that would require quite a bit of explaining she wasn’t really qualified to do. So she just held that pride in her heart as she walked amongst the long shadows cast by the setting sun of the First. With all her own letters and gifts to deliver in the First, she had three remaining deliveries at the behest of others.

First had been for the Chai’s from Alphinaud. They were elated not just to receive a small letter and a gift of Garlean and Tuliyollal sketches and sweets from the young artist they had grown so fond of, but Dulia was especially enchanted by the description Halditar had given the older woman of what Valentoine’s day was, what it meant and why it was celebrated. With how eagerly she spoke and gushed to her husband with what a wonderful tradition it was, how nice it would be to have a day to celebrate love of all kinds too, Halditar imagined she would see hearts decorating all of Eulmore come the same time next year.

Gaia and Ryne was next, of course. Both young girls looking at her with wide eyes as she produced two letters, two bags of sweet, and two plushes to match. Gaia took her gifts with nary a moment’s hesitation and a quick ‘thank you’ before popping a bitter, dark chocolate bon bon in her mouth to savor. Some may have found the dramatic teen’s gratitude lacking, but as the one that made the plushies and chocolates as a favor to Thancred, ensuring both girls would get the best of the best, to see how the gothic girl hugged the grumpy bear close as her lips curled upward as the chocolate melted on her tongue was thank enough. It was a joy shared. Ryne seemed a bit more hesitant, overwhelmed by such rich gifts.

“Thancred wanted to let you know he’s doing okay. And if you don’t believe him, Urianger has been making sure of it. As have I. He can’t wait to see you again as soon as he can.” She told the strawberry blonde, reaching up to pet her hair gently.

Ryne blinked away the overwhelming thoughts, shock popping up for a moment before it melted into such a sweet-yet-sad smile. Halditar found herself gripped in a hug. One the Warrior of Darkness returned kindly, scooping the girl up and spinning her around.

“You are so loved, sweetheart. Never forget that, promise?” She asked Ryne as she set her back down on the ground, giving the girl time to wipe her eyes before looking up at her with a smile.

“I won’t. And, I love all of you too. I’ll have letters ready to send back soon.” Ryne said. With a promise she’d be back soon to pick it up, she made her way to the Crystarium gate for her last delivery. Her escort awaited her, Lyna wanting to see her off safe. Unaware of the hero’s true intentions as she approached, until Halditar had the present box pulled out and held in front of her.

The Captain blinked slowly, as if this was the first time she had ever been handed a present. She moved with similar caution, taking the box from Halditar without a word. Weighing it in her hands, searching for any markinging. And once opened, revealing a somewhat messy, but sweet smelling mini-mont blanc cake. “This is from…” She spoke as if she could not believe she was receiving the gift at all.

“I did tell you it’s Valentoine’s Day and what it meant, that I’m here for deliveries,” The warrior of light rocked on her heels, Moonlight whistling a little tune in agreement. “G’raha’s really been trying to get better at cooking. Asked me for hundreds of tips to make sure he wouldn’t mess up. He certainly did better than my first time in the kitchen. Mont Blanc’s a bastard of a dish to make fresh.”

Lyna remained quiet, staring down down at her little cake with hard eyes. A look she recognized from the viera, hiding her emotions behind a mask. A soft breath eventually escaped her nose, closing the box and tucking it under her arm safely. For a moment, she let the mask fall. A soft, tender smile gracing her lips as she beamed to Halditar. “Please, tell him I am happy he’s doing well, and trying no things. It looks delicious.”

“I will, word for word.” Halditar promised.

They headed off, until the Warrior of Darkness faded back to where she was the Warrior of Light.

-

“You did a great job today, girl,” Halditar praised Moonlight as she brushed the fowl’s feathers, making sure they were still glossy and straight after a long day’s work. The silver chocobo chirruped sleepy, eyes closed in pure bliss as her cheeks received a good scratching from the brush. When not a feather was out of place any longer, Halditar stood and wiped the dirt and hay off her knees. “Now it’s time for your gift!”

The bird tilted her head curiously, watching as her master stepped just outside her stable. Eyes bulging as into her trough, Halditar poured a huge, hearty mix of cyshal greens, seeds, different grains, insects, and slices of that elusive, delicious Thavanairian onion.

There was no whistle of thanks or joy. Moonlight diving her head into her feed and munching with gusto. The master just pet her bird’s head a few times, bidding her good night and to enjoy her meal as she went to retire her Postmoogle cap for the night. Carefully tiptoing past her other mounts toward the apartment building she called home. Exhaustion slowly settled into her limbs, making every step heavier, and louder as she ascended the stair. The jingle of her keys as she pulled them out to unlock the door was like the bells of heaven, welcoming her to sanctuary.

The first thing she saw as she entered was Thistle. The bullpup was asleep on a dog bed, dragged all the way from the kitchen into the foyer to await his master’s return. She just smiled, and from her bag pulled the bone she bought him and laid it next to his chubby little body. Her glutes burning as she rose up again, she groaned, “Gods, I’m gonna put so much epsom salt in my bath the sea’ll be jealous…” Each of her steps more like a stumble now as she started to kick her shoes and wander to the comfort of a hot path and bed.

Come morning, courtesy of a sneaky Mooglepost delivery, Halditar’s dining room table would be covered in letters, gifts, and flowers from friends and family alike.