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seven E. Edwards

Ethan Edwards x fem!reader

synopsis - you and Ethan, your best friend since you were seven, finally admit you're in love with each other.

wc - 5.7k :O

contains - so much fluff LORDDDDDDDD. curse words, eating/drinking, kissing, making out, reader has long enough hair for a braided ponytail, a little suggestiveness (twenty year old boy has dirty thoughts about his best friend sigh), underage drinking. oh reader has a late summer birthday (end of July-August), and two older brothers sorryyyyy. LMK!!!!

an - EDIT - that one paragraph that was in first person... why didn't u guys tell me. are we even friends anymore???? unedited. i'll do it tomorrow i promise. hey guys.... sorry it's been like almost 3 weeks, I love you I swear. there were midterms then halloweek so like I had to be studious then I had to be slutty so it was a long two weeks. also i wanna be fr friends with more fic writers on here yall r so cute. ANYWAY THIS WAS PROBABLY MY FAV SO FAR. i am an ethan girl to my core and it shows in this. people keep requesting behind my back pt.2 and i promise it's coming guys im just grinding this celebration then i'll be doing other stuff! may or may not have given Ethan and reader the same costume me and my man wore this weekend🤭. ANYWAYS ENJOYYYYYYYY!

please picture me in the trees. i hit my peak at seven. feet in the swing over the creek.

Lake Moraine, Alberta, Canada. Summer, 2009

You were freshly seven years old as you ran around the backyard of your family's summer house with your best friend, Ethan. It was the first summer you ever spent with the Edwards family, but it was perfect.

Your parents got along great, you both had older brothers who quickly became good friends. And you got your best friend for 3 whole weeks to ride on the boat, play tag, swim, make s'mores, and do anything else you wanted to with.

Your moms loved joking about how you two were destined to be married from the beginning. They saw the way Ethan was completely mesmerized by you even as a seven-year-old boy. He followed you around like a puppy and did everything he could for you. You wanted to play hide 'n seek? He was already counting to 40. You got scared of the summer fireworks? He held your hand and convinced you they were exciting and fun.

Your moms also saw the way you were obsessed with him. It was always 'Where's Ethan?', or 'Is Ethan awake yet?' all summer long. You didn't go anywhere without him. You pouted like crazy whenever he would go to play street hockey in the driveway with the older boys while you sat on the porch with your parents.

i was too scared to jump in. but i, i was high in the sky, with pennsylvania under me.

That summer was something you thought of often, it was perfection. Running around playing with your best friend all summer as a seven-year-old was the best thing you could've ever asked for.

When you guys were double your previous age, fourteen years old, you were still as close as ever. You went through it all together. The summer of 2016 was the summer when Ethan realized he had a crush on you. It was also, the summer you got boobs, but the two things were only semi-related.

Ethan found himself being insanely flustered by you and everything you did. When your hand brushed his while walking down the dock to the boat, when you kissed him on the cheek after he'd given you your birthday present, a silver necklace with a small solid heart pendant. It was a necklace you still wore today.

It wasn't until the next summer though that you realized you were heavily infatuated with the brunette. Something about him had changed, instead of him being this seven-year-old boy in your mind, he was fifteen, he had gotten muscles, and his hair was shaggy, and your hormones went crazy over it.

You and Ethan had a lot of fun that summer, you drank for the first time, which both of you ended up throwing up from in the backyard while your parents and siblings slept. Ethan had broken your heart for the first time the next year. He left the summer house 2 weeks early to go to a camp his new girlfriend begged him to go to. And him leaving 2 weeks early had him leaving days before your birthday, which hurt the worst.

You broke his heart even worse the next year when you brought your new boyfriend to the house. The house he fell in love with you in, the house you fell for him in. He hated that summer, he and the girl from the summer before had only lasted until the fall of that year, and Ethan realized he really was in love with you. But then your family drove up and you got out of the car with him, the guy that Ethan immediately made his enemy.

That summer was okay for you, and it sucked for Ethan. Your boyfriend left you unimpressed that summer, he wasn't the most polite guy, and was very much uninterested in the fun stuff you loved doing every summer. You remember how he went to sleep and left you alone watching the fireworks you had grown to love so much. You broke up with him over text the day you got back home. You weren't heartbroken after that, not like you were the summer before.

Neither of you had gotten into relationships since then. You'd both been too consumed by each other, you both knew no one else would fulfill you like the other would.

And so you were best friends, you hung out whenever you could, you went to all of his games, you went to proms and homecomings together, as friends. When Ethan committed to the University of Michigan, it became a school you were obsessed with getting into. Your application and essay had the most detail and took you the longest. You remember when you got an email in your inbox from the umich admissions office.

are there still beautiful things?

You couldn't open it. Not without Ethan. You grabbed your phone and moved your laptop off your lap and back onto your desk. You called him, your leg bouncing anxiously as it rang. He picked up after five rings.

"Hey Angel,"

Angel. He'd called you it since when you broke up with your first boyfriend, he told you that you were an angel and that guy didn't deserve you. And then it just stuck with him.

"My response for umich is here. Can you come over? I don't think I can open it without you here."

"Fuck yeah, give me like ten minutes."

You let out a deep breath, you were scared. You didn't think you would get in. You had the grades for it, and the extracurriculars, but you just had a pit in your stomach over it.

"It's gonna be okay Angel, alright? You're getting in. I love you, I'll be there in a little."

"Okay, I love you."

He hung up, you sat anxious at your desk, before closing your laptop and moving to sit on your bed. You heard his car pull in, the black jeep that brought you two to school every day, the jeep that drove you guys to the drive-in movies once every month, the jeep that you two drove to the lake last summer.

Your brother let him in, you heard him take his shoes off and run up the stairs, taking two at a time. He opened your door, smiling big at you before closing it behind him. You couldn't even smile at him, you felt like you were gonna be sick.

"Don't look at me like that. You need to stop acting like you won't get in."

"You don't know that though, Ethe. Tons of kids wanna go to Michigan, and tons of kids aren't gonna get in."

"Well we don't care about those kids, do we? 'Cause you aren't them, you're you, and you're perfect."

You just stared at him, you couldn't do anything else. All you wanted to do was kiss him, but again, you couldn't do that.

"Now where's this acceptance email at?"

You pointed to your closed laptop. He grinned and turned to grab it, climbing over you with his free hand to get onto your bed. He opened your laptop, typing in your password, and seeing the email at the top of your inbox. He turned and looked at you, his hand finding yours.

"You know it's gonna be okay no matter what, right? Even if you don't get in, which you will, but even if you don't that won't change anything. You'll go to Iowa and you'll love it."

You took a deep breath and nodded, squeezing his hand. You nodded towards your laptop, gesturing for him to click the email. You lean your head on his shoulder, heart racing as he moves your mouse to the email. He clicks the email, then the link included in it. He reads a sentence under his breath before stopping. You weren't reading it, you had your eyes closed. Ethan jumps, shouting and burying you in a hug, resulting in your laptop falling off your bed.

"You did it! We're going to Michigan together!"

You just hugged him so tight. You were so thankful for the admissions officer who had read your essay, which may have included Ethan's name a few times. Not because he was going for hockey, but because he was your best friend. You two both hugged for a moment, before running downstairs to tell your family.

sweet tea in the summer, cross your heart won't tell no other.

That was one of your favorite memories with Ethan. Now it was over three years later, you guys were juniors in college and you were still just best friends.

Tonight was the first night of Halloweekend, as you call it. You had a duo costume with Ethan, you were a referee and he was a hockey player. It was basic, you both knew that, but it was fun, and Ethan had no problem with how good you looked in your black little Lululemon skirt when you had tried your costume on for him. You guys had barely any time to get ready because of the game against Lindenwood earlier in the day. You were both getting ready in your apartment, so you could go to the party together.

You had only had your skirt and black sports bra on when Ethan knocked on your door, calling your name to let him in. You ran over to the door, excited to see Ethan and congratulate him on the huge win. When you opened the door Ethan's heart jumped, the sight of you in your incomplete outfit made his teenage boy hormones go crazy.

"Hi Ethe! I see you aren't ready yet."

You gave him an annoyed look, because he said he would be dressed when he got to yours.

"Well you aren't exactly in your full outfit either."

You blushed when you really realized you hadn't even thought about not having your shirt on when getting the door. You waved your hand and quickly turned away from the brunette, going back to your room, Ethan hot on your heels.

You quickly grabbed your shirt and sat back at your vanity, pulling it over your head and tucking it with your skirt letting it sag out a little bit. You quickly did your makeup, while Ethan sat on your bed and watched his phone.

"Ethe, if you don't start getting ready I will literally hurt you."

He looked up and let out a wannabe innocent gasp, claiming he "literally doesn't have to do anything but change his shirt". You shout at him again and he calls you by your mother's name, to which you gasped and threw your eyelash curler at him.

He finally gave in and started getting ready. Your eyes were practically stuck to him when you watched him pull his t-shirt off, his toned upper body on full display in your mirror. Your pupils were dilating while you stared at him.

Ethan wore his own navy Michigan jersey over a white sweatshirt, it was basic but he was happy he didn't have to do much. He laid back down on your bed once he was finished and watched as you put your hair back.

You'd gotten your hair in the ponytail, but you'd done the braid multiple times and it still just didn't look right. You sighed then looked at Ethan in the mirror, finding him already staring at you, then asked him the big question.

"Ethey, baby, can you please braid my hair?"

Baby. You'd called Ethan baby and he couldn't handle it. He quickly nodded, stuttering out a yes and jumping up from your bed to stand behind you at your vanity. He quickly separated your hair into three, looking at you for approval, like you hadn't taught him to braid your hair at 11 years old.

and though i can't recall your face, i still got love for you.

You smiled at him and slightly nodded, not shaking your head too much. He smiled a little bit back at you but was too focused on twisting your hair into itself to look in your eyes.

"Hair tie."

You smiled to yourself when he mumbled it to you, so incredibly focused on his work in your hair. Like it was the most detrimental thing he'd had to do today, like he hadn't played a big hockey game hours earlier.

"And... You're perfect."

He mumbled this as he tied off your braid, turning your head to show you in the mirror. You smiled at him grabbing his hand behind your back and rubbing your thumb over his, thanking him physically, since it was his love language.

your braids like a pattern, love you to the Moon, and to Saturn.

You stood from your vanity, sliding your sneakers on and grabbing your whistle to hang around your neck. You and Ethan both went out of your room and stood in front of the large mirror you had set up in the hallway. You deemed it time to take photos, but not before you unzipped the quarter-zip of your top so you could see your cleavage on pretty full display. The second you did so Ethan knew he was done for the night.

You guys took some photos and then you guys started walking to the party because it was only a six-minute walk from your place. When you arrived at the party, you guys were immediately pulled into a group of hockey players.

Ethan went to get you both drinks once he knew you were safe with his friends. You stood between Luca and Mark as you watched Ethan head off into the crowd.

"So, when are you two gonna admit you wanna fuck?"

Your eyes bulged out of your head. You turned and slapped Mark's chest, hard. He snickered along with the other boys around you.

"One, there's freshie ears around us, and two, we are never gonna do that, so shut the actual fuck up."

Mark shook his head, another laugh leaving his mouth as he pointed at Ethan, who was talking to one of his friends on the way back to your group.

"That kid is obsessed with you. Don't you think it's weird he literally hasn't gotten a girl yet, when he's got hundreds of girls here that would drop dead if he even said a word to them? He only likes you."

It was your turn to laugh, you knew that couldn't be true. You looked at Mark and rolled your eyes, it was honestly irritating hearing him say stuff like that at this point.

"Please, Mark. No chance. He's been my best friend since I was seven, if he liked me, he would've said so by now.

"Well you've liked him for forever and you haven't said anything, have you?"

You couldn't respond because Ethan was back, handing you a can of something. You thanked him and rubbed his hand, like always. He always received physical touch the best, especially as a thank you, it was funny to you because it was so incredibly similar to the golden retriever all of his fans called him online.

passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long.

You didn't stray far from Ethan for the first hour and a half, watching Rutger and Luca demolish in pong for a while. Then you saw some girls from your classes who you loved so you went to say hey to them and ended up talking for awhile.

After a little bit you and one of the girls you were with both had empty drinks so y'all got up to head to the kitchen.

"Oh my God babe, I saw your Insta story of you and your man, y'all are so hot together, and your costume is top tier."

You laughed at her, blushing madly.

"He's not my man! He's just my best friend, but thank you I picked our costume out."

She gasped at you, stopping abruptly.

"No way he isn't your man! He looks at you like he wants to tear your clothes off every fucking second!"

"Shut up! No he doesn't! He does not like me like that."

You both turned the corner laughing and you almost halted in your steps when you realized what you were seeing. It was Ethan, standing and laughing with this one bitch you knew, her name was like Diana or something. She had her hand on his chest as her head flew back at one of his jokes. All you knew is you'd seen her try to talk to all of the hockey players at parties since your freshman year, even though most of them were 3+ years younger than her because she was a grad student and at least 25. Then you realized what she was wearing, she was dressed as the fucking Stanley Cup. You wanted to die.

"See, not my man."

and i've been meaning to tell you, i think your house is haunted. your dad is always mad and that must be why.

Your voice got quieter as you said it, your stomach now had a pit and your eyes looked so disappointed. You don't know why you let Mark's word get to your head, because obviously there was never gonna be anything between the two of you. You left and told Bri you were going to the bathroom, trying to find an empty one.

Ethan saw as you quickly turned into the kitchen, disappearing into the crowd with your friend. He'd also seen the terrible look on your face. He was immediately worried, not even thinking for half a second about the, in his opinion, annoying fake blonde, practically pawing at him, that he ended up being intercepted by on his way to find you.

He quickly tried to follow you but was stopped by a firm grip on his wrist. He pulled his hand from her grasp roughly and gave her a bewildered look.

"Wait Ethey! Where are you going? I wanna take a picture with you, we're matching so cute!"

He didn't even look at her, trying to find the back of your head in the crowd.

"No, don't call me that."

"Ugh, okay Ethan. Well, come here let me take a picture of our matching costumes."

"No thanks I'm already matching with my girl, and we're not even matching. A college player wouldn't have a Stanley Cup, doesn't even make sense"

He mumbled it to her, still pushing away from her as he finally got her to get her hands off of him. He immediately pushed into the crowd of the kitchen, desperately looking for you. He finally spotted the black and white stripes of your shirt and the braid he had done swerving in between people. He followed you, knowing calling your name would do nothing in the loud house. He watched you walk into the bathroom of probably the only empty hallway of the house, and he waited outside the door for almost 10 minutes before knocking.

"Sorry! I'll be out in just a second."

Your voice sounded dull, he was definitely worried about you.

"No it's just me, just wanted to know if you were okay. Are you?"

"Oh Ethe,"

You opened the door from your spot sitting on the counter, letting him walk in.

"hey, sorry didn't mean for you to be worried about me."

You tried to smile at him, but he could tell something was wrong. He sat by you on the counter, your thighs pressed against each other as he looked at you, concern filling his face. You wouldn't look at him, your face would give it all away if you did, and you knew it.

i think you should come live with me, and we can be pirates.

"I can tell something's off. What is it? Did someone say somethin' to you?"

You laughed a little, and it confused him even further.

"You'd be surprised at what's got me upset. It's stupid anyway so don't worry your pretty little head, alright?"

Ethan planted his hand on your knee firmly, urging you to look at him with a 'Hey.' You looked up at him for a few seconds before looking around the dim bathroom to distract yourself.

"Just tell me, Angel. Nothing you say is stupid to me."

Of course, he pulled out the Angel card, he knew you would do whatever he asked if he called you Angel. You looked up at him with an unamused face raising your eyebrows for a second before sighing, looking anywhere but his brown eyes.

then you won't have to cry,

"Mark was just saying stuff earlier and then-"

"What did he say? Did he make you upset? I know he's my teammate but I don't care I'll-"

"Ethan Edwards! No, Mark didn't make me upset. It's different than that, it's a whole big thing, and I just don't know how to talk to you about it."

Ethan thought the worst immediately. Well, it probably wasn't the actual worst, but it was the worst thing that could've happened to him.

"Does Mark like you? Did he tell you that?"

Your eyes went wide, and you could've laughed at Ethan's obliviousness.

"No, Ethe. That is definitely not what he said."

He looked at you helplessly, he was so confused. He didn't know how to do the one thing he wanted to, comfort you. He sighed shrugging and shaking his head, he was getting irritable. He stood up from the counter, exasperated.

"Then what is it? Why are you so upset? Can you just please tell me Angel? We tell each other everything baby."

You were gonna scream, he called you baby. He called you baby and you were about to tell him you were head over heels in love with him. You took a deep breath, looking away from where he'd stationed himself directly in front of you, hands on either side of your thighs as he leaned close to you, still worried.

or hide in the closet.

"I just, I'm like, Ethan you're my best friend and I know it's terrible of me to do this but I really fucking love you, like more than that like I'm in love with you and I know I'm a horrible best friend-"

Ethan cut you off by kissing you. Ethan Edwards was kissing you. Ethan Edwards had his hands cupping your jaw, was tilting his head, and kissing you. You were stunned, you didn't kiss him back for a few seconds out of pure shock, and then you realized what was happening. Your hands were gripping his wrists as he held your face. Your legs opened so he could step in between them to be closer to you. His hands moved from your face to your hips as yours went to his neck when you deepened the kiss, it turning into a full-on makeout.

You pulled away, heavy breathing as you stared at Ethan, eyes wide and exasperated.

and just like a folk song,

"That was fuckin' great, Goddamn."

You closed your eyes and let your head fall to Ethan's chest when he said that, laughing at his stupidity. His arms quickly wrapped you into a hug, squeezing you tightly as he laid a kiss on your exposed neck.

"I love you 'like that' too if it wasn't clear before."

our love will be passed on.

"Really? I didn't notice."

He poked your sides at your sass, laughing as you wiggled and squirmed in his grip. Ethan then had a thought come to his head that peaked his curiosity.

"Wait, if that's what you were all stuck on then why were you so upset?"

You brought your arms down from their place around his neck, ready to talk through your annoyance with your hands.

"Ethey, seriously? I was walking with Bri and she was literally telling me we look like a hot couple and that you look at me like you wanted to tear my clothes off and then we turn the corner and I see you with that mega bitch with her hands all over you, acting like you're a fucking comedian."

please picture me, in the weeds. before i learned civility.

His eyes widened at your confession, his cheeks were dusted red when you told him about how Bri thinks he looks at you. He started laughing as you let your green monster out over the girl he didn't even know’s name.

i used to scream ferociously, any time i wanted.

"Angel, that got you all upset? That is crazy because that girl was the most uninteresting, fake, batshit person I've ever had to speak to. She kept trying to say that me and her were matching but we literally aren't, 'cause like why would a college player have a Stanley Cup? Doesn't make any sense. But, I told her I was already matching with my girl anyways, so."

"Your girl?"

You raised your eyebrows at him faking ignorance. He rolled his eyes at you and shook his head, his large warm hands rubbing back and forth over your hips and thighs.

"Well, now you're officially my girl. But baby, you've always been my girl, c'mon now."

i, i.

Your face was so hot and you literally couldn't even speak. You opened your mouth to speak but promptly closed it sucking in a deep breath. Your heartbeat was so fast. That was the sexiest thing you'd ever heard anyone say, and it had an effect on you.

You couldn't look into his eyes anymore, the mix between what he'd just said and the feeling of his hands rubbing over the tops of your thighs, sometimes 'accidentally' hitting the hem of your little skirt was too much. You hid your head in his neck while he smiled so big, it was almost annoying.

"Christ, Ethan."

"What baby? What's got you all hot 'n bothered?"

"Shut the actual fuck up."

He was laughing, hard, which made you blush even more. You pulled your head from his neck and brought your arms around his shoulders to kiss him again, a little bit needier than the first one. His hands stopped their movements, their placement underneath the edges of your skirt making you go crazy.

"Fuck, you're perfect Angel."

His words went straight to the pit forming in your stomach. You moaned into his mouth in response, and Ethan promised himself he would do whatever he had to do to make you make that noise again. Ethan was two seconds from pulling your shirt off of you when there was a bang on the door, causing you to jump, squeezing around Ethan's shoulders.

"Hun, are you alright? You've been in there awhile!"

It was Bri, you let out a sigh of relief, loosening your grip on Ethan and nudging him to the side, sliding off of the bathroom counter.

"Um, yeah I'm alright! Uh I'll be out in a sec!"

"Kay-kay!"

You turned around and gave Ethan a wide-eyed look, while he laughed at you. You turned from him and looked into the mirror, flattening your baby hairs and straightening out your outfit. You gave Ethan a 'you ready?' look to which he nodded and you unlocked and opened the door, halting when you saw Bri standing near the door waiting for you. Ethan bumped into you at your abrupt stop and when Bri looked up and saw two of you, she squealed.

"Oh em gee! Girl, I knew it!"

sweet tea in the summer, cross my heart won't tell no other.

She ran away from you two back to the house, most likely to tell your girlfriends. You two giggled at her and then turned to walk back into the party.

Ethan pressed his hand against your lower back as he guided you through the crowd and back to the group of hockey players now in a different spot than you remember. When Mark noticed you two, when he noticed Ethan's hand, he immediately lit up smiling.

"Hey guys, long time no see, huh?"

and though i can't recall your face, i still got love for you.

You immediately went red as Ethan smirked annoyingly. You both sat down next to each other, Ethan's hand lingering on your thigh while you guys conversed with your friends for another half hour or so.

Eventually, Ethan was getting bored and wanted you all to himself again. He leaned over and layed his head on your shoulder, whispering in your ear.

"You wanna head out baby?"

You turned to look at him, nodding and wrapping your hand in his. Ethan stood up first, pulling you up with him.

"I think we're gonna head out. I'll see you guys tomorrow, alright?"

The guys nodded, bidding you guys goodbyes and waving. Mark shouts an extra loud goodbye to you, teasing you about your conversation earlier, to which you stuck up your middle finger to him behind Ethan's back.

Once you guys stepped outside you immediately started shivering, dropping Ethan's hand to rub your hands over your arms. You were cursing yourself 3 hours ago for not taking a jacket. You didn't even think about the fact that it would probably be almost freezing when you left the party, and your referee shirt and little skirt weren't helping at all.

Obviously Ethan noticed, he always did. He immediately started stripping on the front porch of the house, and you were bewildered.

"Ethan! What the fuck are you doing?"

He was shirtless on the street, he tossed you his hoodie before putting his jersey back on, smiling at you.

"Gotta keep my girl warm."

pack your doll and a sweater, we'll move to India forever.

You gratefully put the warm sweatshirt on, snuggling up into the soft material. Then, you snuggled up into the side of your boyfriend. Your boyfriend. Seven-year-old you wouldn't believe you, she'd be so confused. Fourteen-year-old you wouldn't believe it either, saying you never had feelings for Ethan, he was just your best friend. But sixteen-year-old you? Well she would be squealing and kicking her feet because you were dating him, the only boy you'd ever really liked, loved. The one boy that made you happy. He was so perfect, and you'd known he was perfect since you were seven.

passed down like folk songs, our love lasts so long.

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ryder-writes · 5 months ago

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Just Relax, Love- Auron x GN!Reader

Summary: After a bad night, Rook helps Auron relax

A/n: *bursts thru door* IT'S HERE! I FINALLY DID IT! I had so much fun writing his dialogue lol. Hope y'all enjoy my first Yuurivoice fic :3

CW: Showering together but nothing happens, suggestive/nsfw at the end (no sex but it is heavily implied), MDNI

WC: 1.35k

It was quiet and peaceful in your bedroom- well, his bedroom. It was basically both of yours at this point anyway; even if you had your own separate room in his giant home. Auron insisted you have a place to yourself when you moved in (you've never even slept in there). But that wasn’t your fault! Your bed was nothing compared to his, in size and comfortability. You were both sound asleep. Your partner was turned away from you, your backs touching each other. He had a tendency to curl up into a ball when sleeping. You thought it was cute. He disagreed.

As a light sleeper, you were usually woken up by his grunting whenever he stretched in the morning. Hearing those grunts, you shifted in your sleep, slowly waking up from hearing your partner's small noises. Rubbing your eyes, you turn to look at the clock. Why was he up at 1 in the morning? You roll over to face him, expecting to see him sitting up. Instead, you see his back. Quietly, you can hear him grunt and whine. He's also trembling. It's like he's trying to turn over- get closer to you- but he doesn’t have the energy to. You reach out and rub his shoulder. He stirs, not yet waking up. You gently shake him while whispering.

"Baby? Baby, wake up." He gasps, immediately throwing off his sleeping mask (he so wears one u cannot convince me otherwise) and jolting up so his weight is resting on his elbows. His face holds a look of fear before turning to you, where it shifts into one of relief. Pulling you into him, he rests his chin on top of your head. "Are you okay?" You whisper. Auron stays quiet for a second before answering:

"…I think so." You reach up and start to play with hair tie holding his braid in place.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay, then. You wanna go back to sleep?"

"I just want to stay here." He mumbles, nuzzling into your head. You lean forward and kiss his chin before settling and starting to drift off again. He simply stays there, holding you. He wouldn’t dare close his eyes- not after what he dreamed. You knew of his other career, but he kept even vague details and information hidden. He knew your relationship to him could cause you harm. That is why he couldn’t tell you what he saw; what he dreamed. He didn’t want you to leave him out of fear.

Auron was miserable at work. He didn’t sleep at all after his nightmare, and refused to take the day off. Thankfully, he had told Trish to cancel all of his meetings. At lunch, you decide to visit him, bringing him some coffee.

"Oh, thank you, Y/n." He takes the mug from your hand, giving you a grateful smile. Leaning on his desk, you take a sip of your own drink.

"You can use pet names, y'know. We're alone in here." You tease.

"It's unprofessional. And besides, I doubt Trish wants to hear our mushy couple talk."

"I doubt Trish cares." You chuckle. Your face quickly changes into one of concern. "Seriously, though, are you okay? Did you ever go back to sleep?" He sighs. He hates talking about personal things at work, but allowed it since he knew you just wanted to make sure he was okay.

"No, I never did. I'm okay though. Cancelled my meetings for today."

"Well that's good." You're relieved he's somewhat taking it easier today.

"Call it a perk of being the CEO." He quips.

"Anyways," You start, "I was wondering if I could go home early today." He sighs, but not in an annoyed way.

"Just because you're my partner doesn't mean you can just leave early."

"I know, I just want to surprise you. And, not by much. Just 30 minutes. I'll say I have an appointment or something." He thinks for a minute, debating.

"Fine." Your face lights up.

"Thank you, baby!" You hop down from his desk and kiss his head. He opens his mouth to protest but stops upon seeing your face. You happily walk out of his office, going over the plan in your head. He shakes his head while chuckling. He's curious to see what you have planned.

Walking through the door of his place, Auron is hit with the smell of lavender. Looking around, nothing looks out of place. He doesn't even see a single candle lit.

"Love?" He calls out..

"Hold on! Gimme a sec!" You yell from another room. He chuckles and sets his bag down. You come into the front room, walking up to him and giving him a kiss.

"Come with me." You say as you grab his hand.

Leading him into the bathroom, he notices the shower running. "I thought you would like to take a shower after such a long day." You smile. His hands grab your waist as he pulls you in for a kiss. Breaking the kiss after as long as possible, he leans away and looks you straight in the eyes.

"Are you comfortable with joining me?" He asks. You nod, moving his hands off of you before starting to undress. He starts to as well, stepping in before you, offering his hand to help you into the shower.

After your shower, you get Auron to leave his towel on after drying off while you change into a robe.

"Now why do you get a robe and I don't?" He teases.

"Because," Opening the door to your shared his bedroom, you reveal a portable massage table in the middle of the floor. The dresser is adorned with essential/massage oils and a candle. One of many that were scattered across various surfaces in the room. Auron raises an eyebrow. "I'm gonna give you a massage." You explain.

"And you bought the- cot? table?- why?" Confusion spreads across his face.

"I don't have to pay for rent anymore." You shrug."So I can pay for stuff to pamper you."

"Don't call it 'pampering'. I'm not a child." He huffs."And, you should know I have more than enough money to buy things for myself." You hide a chuckle under your breath. He could spoil you all he wants, but you trying to return the favor was just too much, apparently.

"Okay, old man. Get on the table." You say, directing him to lay down. He casts you a playful glare before laying down on the table. He rests his head down on his crossed arms. You reach over and grab the massage oil from the dresser.

"You ready?" You ask, not wanting to startle him. He hums in response.

You massage his back, arms, legs, shoulders, and neck (and some more scandalous areas), re-applying oil to your hands every so often.

"Feel good, love?" Kissing between his shoulder blades, you continue to rub your hands on his lower back. Maybe past his lower back.

"Mhmm" He turns his head around so he can look at you. "Aren't you mischievous tonight?" Feigning innocence, you hum in confusion. "I'm well aware you're reaching down there for a reason."

"And what would that reason be?"

"I think we both know the answer to that, darling." The corner of his lip curls upward, inadvertently showing you his true intentions. Not that it was hard to see. Deciding to tease him further, you move your hands to rest around his hips, rubbing and squeezing the muscle and flesh there. He sighs. Beginning to turn around, he locks eyes with you. He takes off the towel, forcing you to let go of him as he turns to lay on his back. Your eyes rake up and down his body. The desire and wanting in your body is increasing by the second. Auron reaches forward and cups the side of your face. Forcing you to make eye contact. "Do you want to help me relax, Rook?"

You nod.

"You want to make me feel good?"

You nod again.

"Then I trust you know what to do, darling."

My Masterlist <3

#auron yuurivoice x reader #yuurivoice auron #auron x reader #auron yuurivoice #yuurivoice x reader #yuurivoice #auron fluff #auron smut #auron comfort

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rirants · 1 year ago

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♡ TWST boyfriends favorite part of you ♡

I have no idea what I am doing honestly. These headcannons have been sitting in my brain and I needed to get them out.

Enjoy (or don't)

Heartslabyul 🥀

Trey Clover- marks\scars

I don't know, He just seems like he would love that small beauty mark above your lip or the scar on your arm. He seems like a romantic typa dude and would kiss any scar or mark he can.

Cater Diamond- Mouth

You say pretty words, and you look so cute in pictures with a small smile. If your a yapper like me he probably loves hearing you talk (Also kissing you in between sentences)

Deuce Spade- Patience

Even when he's dropping cauldrons on people left and right, you still have the patience to help him. He probably fell head over heels for you during a study session tbh.

Ace Trappola- jokes

He loves laughing with you. He's a joke person and just loves being silly with you.

Riddle Rosehearts- Heart

He genuinely does not understand why you like him. He can't comprehend someone loving him unconditionally. His entire life up until meeting you has been a compilation of giving all he has into doing what people ask of him. The fact you love him, not to gain something is insane to him

Riddle: “Have you gone mad?” You: “I asked you out…” Riddle: “So you have?”

Savanaclaw 🦁

Ruggie Bucci- Personality

Whether your bubbly and energetic or not he loves it. If your on the more energetic side he loves when you drag him around to do random tasks. Now if you don't have as much energy (or none) he's content with just chilling.

Jack Howl- Loyalty

He's like a dog right? Wolf, dog, whatever. He appreciates that you just want to be with him in the first place.

Leona Kingscholar- Thighs

He's always napping, what would make it better? Laying on your thighs of course. Whether you are a thick thigh girly\guy or not he's laying on your thighs. Do you have a choice? Not really, he just sits you down and lays down to nap. (Push him off)

Octavinelle 🌊

Azul Ashengrotto- Voice

He's based off Ursula, what do ya’ll want from me. Fr tho, He likes your voice, Like a lot, he can listen to it forever. He probably rants to you after a shift at the lounge and then lets you rant.

Floyd Leech- Face

He just thinks your face is cute, especially when your surprised. He definitely does things to make you have certain expressions. That's probably why he squeezes people he likes tbh. Hes a reaction kinda dude.

Jade Leech- Your interest in him

this dude loves that your actually (trying at least) to be interested in what he says. He probably mentioned his mushroom thing and the second you asked about it he gave a slightly amused look. Honestly tho u probably don't care that much and he knows, but he appreciates your effort

Pomefiore 🪞

Epel Felmier- Taking him seriously

He's a very feminine looking dude. You not pointing it out or even seeming to notice is what makes him gain interest in you.

Rook Hunt- Everything

He's French or something, They're romantic right? (Watch me get canceled) He makes it a point to compliment every part of you any chance he gets.

Vil Schoenheit- You don't use him

You just like him. You don't want anything out of him besides affection. Other than being a model, star, and housewarden he also gets another title, your boyfriend. To everyone’s surprise, a potato ended up capturing the housewarden’s heart.

Scarabia🐍

Kalim Al-Asim- Eyes

As cringe as it is, he really loves looking at your eyes. The way they have almosy have a sparkle to them when you talk about something of interest. (He's such a sweet dude)

Jamil Viper- Hands

Let's be honest, he probably loves you touching his hair or braiding it. He will deny it until his last days though. He seems like a back massage guy. Hes very tired and overwhelmed constantly, help him out a bit and rub his back.

Ignihyde 🔥

Idia Shroud- You don't bully him. (I do though)

Most people thinks he's a total loser (he is). You don't make fun of him or anything, you just sit there and watch in silence as he rants about some game. He's surprised that you don't think he's weird or some filthy otaku.

(No Ortho bc he's a child)

Diasomnia 🐉

Sebek Zigvolt- Loyalty

He likes that you are loyal to him. He respects commitment and discipline. (Never again am I doing Sebek unless I get specific requests)

Lilia Vanrouge- Bites

He's a biter, I know it. If you bite him back he'll probably laugh honestly. It's cute that this human is trying to bite a literal war general or sum.

Malleus Draconia- Everything

The only person who seems to not be scared of him is this shrimp in a run-down dorm. He's actually obsessed with every little thing about you, from the way you laugh to the length of your arms. He just loves being around you in general.

Silver- Put him at ease

He sleeps at random times and as long as you catch him before his head hits the road it'll all be fine. He likes the feeling he gets around you. He would try his best to stay awake while being around you. Tbh he just really likes you being okay with his sleeping habit

Finally done, I apologize for dumping my trash on this app.

If for some reason you would like me to dump more filth, follow me and comment what u want me to do.

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tlouadditc · 2 years ago

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hate to hate you.

enemies to lovers abby x reader.

a/n: this was an ask but i forgot to put this under it 😭 anyway thank u anon for asking!! this was so fun to write tbh and also i am not a nursing student so idk how any of this works .... hope you enjoy anyway :,) also might write a pt. 2 depending on how this one does!

warnings: 18+/MDNI, men dni either, mean!abby [kinda], super fem!reader, abby's a bully :,((, switch!abby, switch!reader, clothed grinding [?], oral [a!receiving], dirty talk ;), pussy slaps [?], rushed ending because im crocheting, probably more. NOT PROOFREAD AGAIN.

abby has been your rival since middle school. she was always making fun of you- could be how you had lower grades [by a couple points, to be specific], how you always dressed in pink and in skirts and were a "tryhard", literally anything. hell, when she found out you were interested in nursing, she made it a competition to see who could be the better doctor. eventually, the amount of taunting had gotten to you and you started dressing like everyone else and becoming a quieter person.

ever since then, there's been some silent tension between you two. it was stupid, of course, but neither of you made an effort to end the rivalry. every class you had together in high school was a competition to see who could participate the most, get the most praise from the teacher, highest grades- everything. but no matter what you did, you'd always be second to her. once senior year was over, you were free from this hell and decided to finally be your true self in college.

or so you thought.

it was your first day of freshman year. you were doing your makeup in your bathroom, trying to calm your nerves. you've done this multiple times before, you thought to yourself. why am i still nervous??

you were adding little finishes- a bit more blush, curling your lashes one more time, adding a bit of glitter to your inner corner, etc. you check the time: 8:03am. class starts in 20 minutes, and you have to walk! you quickly check your outfit, straightening out your pink skirt and grabbing your bag before leaving out.

the walk to class isn't bad; a little confusing, but there's staff around to help direct new students, so you easily find your class. you walk in as soon as the class starts. to your horror, all the seats in the front are taken. the professor stops her introduction and walks over to you to speak. "hi, you must be y/n? you're a tad late, but it is your first time here, so i'll let you have a pass. your seat is in the back corner next to ms. anderson."

anderson...? your smile fades as you look towards the seat the teacher is pointing at. there she is- sitting there with her smug smirk and her always-braided hair. fuck my life actually. you turn back to the teacher, crack a small smile, and nervously walk over to your seat.

"didn't think you'd see me, huh?" is the first thing that comes out of abby's mouth, her big smile growing wider after seeing the dread on your face. all you can do is glare at her and get your things out. as you rummage through your bag, you hear the professor say:

"the person you are currently sitting with will be your partner for the semester."

you've LITERALLY have to be joking. the girl who's been borderline bullying you for years is your partner for the rest of the semester?? you debate asking the teacher to change seats, but decide against it.

"can't believe im stuck with you," she mutters, mocking the disbelief on your face. "shut up, abby," you hiss, trying to keep your voice down.

this was gonna be quite a year, huh?

abby was unbearable the entire class. always asking useless fucking questions, moving her braid from one side to another- it all annoyed the fuck out of you. however, to pass this class, you had to work with her and put your feelings aside.

the first assignment was to study and review the human anatomy with your partner. the test on the subject was in a couple of days, making it the first grade of the semester. everyone else in the class was easily discussing plans for studying while you and abby made a horrible attempt for friendly small talk.

"so.. we have a test-"

"i heard."

"goddamnit, abby, i'm trying to pass this class. can you be nice for once?"

"stop staring at me like that and maybe i will."

"i wasn't even- [sigh] just give me your number so we can figure out a time and place. please."

and with that, you two later that night made the plan to meet up at your apartment and study there the next day.

the next day

you spent most of your morning doing your usual routine; cleaning, listening to your podcast, organizing your things- basically a mini-spa day. since abby was coming over, you didn't want to give her any reason to ridicule your space. you also debated on wearing some bland outfit to avoid the bicker, but ultimately decided you shouldn't care anymore. you settled on something casual; a floral tube top, a pink cardigan, and some comfy shorts to match the top. you also threw on some pink bunny slippers to match the ribbons in your hair.

as you finished the kitchen, the doorbell rang. must be abby. you walk to the door, slowly losing your happiness as you turned the doornob. upon opening the door, you see abby, leaning against your doorframe. she's dressed in a black wifebeater and gray sweats. she has a small tote bag and headphones around her neck.

as you study her look, she does the same to you. you suddenly feel small in comparison to her; almost feeling weak in her presence. if you were honest with yourself, in all the annoyance that you felt toward her, you could admit she was hot. she was your lesbian awakening, if you were 100% honest. but since she didn't like you, you suppressed all feelings.

"someone got dressed up," she teases, looking you up and down. "this is just how i dress," you say, rolling your eyes. "come in."

an hour later, you and abby are sitting on your couch, going over flashcards for the test. abby has her information down, of course- you keep missing the same two vocab words.

"you dumbass," she laughs, watching you pout over missing the same word for the 4th time in a row.

"this is so annoying," you say, burying your head in your hands. the frustration you feel is so intense, you feel tears well up in your eyes. you attempt to hide it as abby continues to laugh, but a sniffle gives you away.

"are you- there's no way you're crying right now," abby says, genuine disbelief in her voice. "don't be a crybaby, bun. you can get it."

bun.. ?? what the hell? she's being... nice? no fucking way.

you lift your head, tears running down your face, messing up your makeup as you wipe your face with your hands. abby analyzes your face before sitting back on the couch. she pats her thigh, "c'mere, let me help."

okay, this has to be a dream.

you hesitantly get off your side of the couch and sit on her lap. almost immediately, you feel the warmth radiating off her body, making you shiver a bit. she chuckles lightly, "what, are you scared or somethin'? just trying to help you since you clearly need it." you're still wiping your face, too busy to rebuttal.

she begins to explain. "so, these two are similar, but they aren't the same thing. y'know why? because this one.."

all you can focus on is the amount of contact you two have right now: her right hand slightly touching your inner thigh. her abs resting against your back. her voice, soothing and calming, in your ears. the scent of pine and clean laundry filling your nose. you knew it was wrong, but fuck, you were wet. there was probably a puddle under you by now.

"uh, y/n? you there?"

you snap out of your slutty daze, realizing you're supposed to be listening. "mm, what? can you explain that, uh, again, please?"

she laughs, putting the cards on the coffee table in front of you two. "i'm sitting right here, trying to teach you and you still can't focus that pretty little head on this? god, what am i gonna do with you?"

you turn slightly, face to face with abby. her piercing blue eyes study yours, searching for something. you don't know what comes over you, but you completely turn to face her, move your hands to the sides of her face, and kiss her.

she immediately kisses back, hands finding comfort on the top of your hips. she falls back on the couch, lips still connected as you straddle her lap. you can feel the passion, intent with every kiss you give her. her strong hands push your hips onto hers, grinding through her sweats. a soft moan leaves your lips, giving her the opportunity to insert her tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss.

you pull back, catching your breath as abby continues to make your hips roll onto hers. "you know how long- hah- i've wanted to do this to you?" she breathes, eyes moving from where you two meet to your flustered face.

you look at her, eyes wide. ".. what?"

"i've wanted to kiss you for forever. wanted to have you close like this. wanted to fuck you. everything." shes now completely focused of your face, trying to read your expression.

"i thought you hated me." you're so confused, you don't know whether to cry, smile, get angry, or whatever.

"fuck- i didn't mean to, i'm sorry," she's desperate, her hands moving to your cheeks to bring you back to her face. "let me make it up to you, yeah?"

after a while, she moves her hand to cup your throbbing cunt, earning a whimper from you. "you're so fucking wet, shit," she hisses, feeling the wet spot on your cotton pink shorts. "who's this for? hm?"

the embarrassment takes over you, making you pitifully whimper as you cover your face. she's quick to swat your hand away and ask in a more demanding voice, "who made you this wet, baby?"

"y-you," you manage to choke out, subconsciously grinding into her hand. she smirks, "good girl."

the praise catches you by surprise, not to mention the way her palm accidentally catches your clothed clit. a soft moan leaves your mouth, feeding into the power dynamic between you two. "oh, you like that name, huh?" she whispers, keeping eye contact with you as she rubs your clothed cunt. "you wanna be my good girl?"

"yes, oh my god-" you're chasing your high, overwhelmed by all the feelings you feel. she hums in response, clearly satisfied by your state. she moves a hand to your face, inserting a thumb into your mouth. you suck on her thumb, moaning around it as your hips stutter against her palm. "you gonna cum f'me, bun?" she coos, not slowing down at all. all you can do is nod, too caught up in the knots forming in your abdomen. "go ahead, pretty girl. cum for mommy."

the name pushes you over the edge, making you clench around nothing in your shorts. abby still has her hand over your cunt, feeling the wet spot grow as you pitifully moan. she talks you through your orgasm, mostly praising you for how good you are to her.

as you catch your breath, she removes her thumb from your mouth and peppers small kisses across your cheeks, releasing small praise in between. once you come to your senses, she's still under you, chuckling at your fucked out state. she mutters something along the lines of 'you're so cute' before you start to giggle with her.

you accidentally grind against her while laughing, making abby whine. you immediately realize you haven't helped her at all, making you guilty. you reach a hand down to her heat, feeling her warm cunt under her sweats. she hisses, hips bucking up onto your fingers. you get up and stand in front of her.

"sit up," you say, catching abby by surprise. she hesitantly sits up, looking suspiciously at you. "what for?" she questions, side eyeing you. you chuckle as you kneel in front of her, placing hands on her strong thighs. you reach a hand up to the band of her bottoms, signaling for them to come off. "m' gonna help you."

if her boxers weren't already soaked, they definitely were now. her face heats up as she shyly takes off her sweats, leaving her in just her wifebeater and undergarments. she puts her knees up to her chest, looking away as you assess the wet patch on her boxers.

"i make you this wet, abs?" you say quietly, pointer finger tracing her slit. she slightly gasps at the contact, slightly nodding to answer your question. "use your words. i know you can do it."

"you do, clearly. you've made me this horny for you for years, so yeah." she's being a brat, acting like she's in charge! you give her cunt a small slap, a small surprised moan leaving her lips.

"act like a brat, get treated like one." she stares at you, surprised that you went from such a submissive state to a dominant persona. you tease her, feeling her sensitive bud through her boxers. she whimpers, gripping onto the couch for any stability. "i think it's about time we get these off," you pull at the top of her boxers, "don't you think?"

she immediately gets up and takes them off, sitting back on the couch. she sits and moves her hips to the edge of the couch to reveal her cunt, glistening with slick. you study her sopping cunt, making her nervous under your gaze. "not so cocky now, hm?" you tease, making her face heat up as she huffs and puffs.

"please t-touch me," she almost whispers, barely able to be heard. you could've let up from here, but you don't.

"what was that? i'm gonna need you to be a bit louder, babe."

she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, swallowing her pride. "please touch me," she musters out.

she was such a pretty site to see, how could you possibly deny her? "okay, baby."

you spread her lips apart, revealing her swollen, sensitive clit. she shudders, cold air meeting her core. she's not sure what to expect until you dip your head down and place a flat tongue on her heat, making her gasp.

her reaction makes you smile; you quickly latch onto her clit and suck, still watching her reaction. she throws her head back, moaning loudly.

"oh, you like that," you say, quickly going back to placing kitten licks onto her cunt. she's overwhelmed with pleasure, loud moans and groans leaving her mouth. when you decide to insert your middle finger into her heat, she's going over the edge, babbling your name and please's. her hand comes down and grips the back of your head, pushing your face deeper into her pussy.

her sounds get you wet all over again, making you moan into her pussy. "s-shit, m' cumming- oh, fuck," she cries, gripping your hair and pulling you closer than ever to her as her heat clenches around your finger. tears are streaming down her face as you continue to lap up her juices. after she catches her breath, you pull her into a sloppy kiss, sharing her fluids in between you two.

"shit," she breathes, pulling away from the kiss, "i'm gonna have to fuck you harder next time."

"next time? oh, we're already making dates?"

"yeah, we're gonna have multiple assignments like this later."

you both laugh and get cleaned up before cuddling on your couch and sleeping in each others arms. :,)

taglist [if you're striked out, i can't tag you!!]: @ellabsweet @digit4lslut @macaroni676 @mostlyhornyandsad @yorlenybaires @Pigwideon

#tlouadditc #abby anderson smut #the last of us smut #abby anderson #abby fluff #abby x fem!reader #abby x reader #tlou smut #brook speaks.. i think #this was so fun to write

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dnpanimationstudioclone · 9 months ago

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Meet Velvette📱🧶

Meet my take on Velvette! I had LOT OF FUN with this one! She’s reviewing Pentabucks newest drink!(being its top influencer can get you it for free!)

My Velvette’s more involved with social media/advertising/trends rather than owning all of Hell’s fashion indurstry. She’s basically a social marketer/influencer who uses her influence to support and advertise a lot of the overlords and high influence peoples businesses, products and services. She’s def still into fashion, I imagine she has something like a Bergdorf Goodmans, luxury end store and probably collabed with other fashion brands). I also see her own some fo the trendiest resteraunts, clubs, beauty salons, etc. def sewn herself into big brands!

I’ve heard she was suppose to be a doll because her pilot look mouth alluded a bit to stitching and wore frilly clothes.

so I ended up making her a rag doll! Doll’s are very popular to sell, especially to sell additional objects such as fashion, accessories, etc. Basically she sells herself out to the public eye 👁️. There’s also a bit of sewing terms that fits with social media such as “Pinned”, “Threads”, etc.🪡��

And rag dolls are known for their adaptability(perfect for trend setting Vel)! I styled her outfit as a kinda tweaked modern outfit of Raggedy Anne/Andy’s outfit. The jumper and black booties. Restyled into a more flashy romp jumper and heeled boots 👢 Even made it to her name, VELVET!

Ngl many friends of mine have said she gives off Monster High vibes(I feel like 2000’s cartoons def inspired me). As well as Lalaloopsy!!!!!!! I was also a bit inspired by OG Millie’s outfit(love the double straps).

Put her in two shades of brown for a patchwork vibe! Another thing I’m going for with the rag doll theme is to allude to insecurity. I imagine she came from less glamorous origins. Didn’t have porcelain dolls like Charlie or plastic Barbies like all the other popular and rich girls, but simple rag dolls and stuffies. No matter how hard she tries to be like perfect porcelain or pretty plastic…she’s cursed to be seen as just some raggedy rag doll💔. I also imagine her death had something related to becoming…torn up(I imagine it wasn’t a pretty end)…

For this look, went with bubble braids made from balls of yarn 🧶 She has all kinds of hairstyles, from yarn, cotton, stitch on wigs and even real hair(from scalps of those who got on her nasty side, @a-sterling-rose suggested this). There’s even a type of hairstyle called “yarn braids”.

Wears fake nails 💅. Gel, acrylic, she’s made of cloth so she can adapt to any kind.

Gave her actual ears 👂 (added them on herself).

Clout Glasses 😎.

For her color scheme, @the-burd-lord suggested I'd go with RGB theme, colors on display screen(Vox is the leader and a screen) Ngl I was conflicted what colors to go with for the vees(Primary, Red blue purple etc). But then I realized when u mix those colors u get those other colors and then I decided to give the Vees two main color themes for each. One for show, the other their true colors! Velvette likes to use green, magenta and purple, for a visually pleasing vibe, light green and magenta for sweetness with purple/gold for luxury, but truth she’s a vain, envious clout seeker who has and will do less than ethic things for the likes. The two colors r also a mix of Val and Vox’s colors(uses them, advertises them to advertise herself!)

Played around with a assymetry color vibe for the envy vibe, thats she’s two faced 🎭. Having a deceptive social media personality like Miss Heed(less lovey dovey).

@lovesart23 video on Velvette really helped me consider what to do with her, like her beign Envy theme(she’s a clout chaser afterall). I LOVE her use of purples and greens for her! I also really dig the eye theme which mine in a sense does too. In this case, button eyes.

Added more weight on her a bit, to give off a more rag doll type body(especially with the limbs 🦾🦵)

Gave her black purple eyes with pink and mint button irises. Got Pin eyelashes 🪡📍

Her her a needle/selfie stick. Good for selfies, fashion emergency and stabbing people!

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

I’ve also done the Hazbin Gang, Mimzy, and even her associate, Vox 📺.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette #habzin hotel redesigns #hazbin hotel redesign #Hazbin redesigns #Hazbin hotel fanart #velvette redesign #the vees #Hellaverse #hazbin hotel rewrite #Hell hotel #velvette hazbin hotel #velvette fanart #hazbin hotel rewritten #The vees #My art

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cherries-in-wine · 6 months ago

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SPOILER WARNING FOR AOT JUST SOME OF MY RAMBLES

English is not my first language please don't be mean okay thank you <3

honestly I didn't hate eremika as much as I thought I would- both of them are emotionally immature idiots who feel a lot but have no idea how to deal with said feelings. their relationship is definitely a lot of wasted potential but idk they are cute in their own imperfect and somewhat uneasy way. was that ending scene weird definetly but like eh gothic romance fan I've read and seen much worse things and called it peak romance so it's like weird but like okay also im very drunk slightly tipsy and I just finished aot just cuz I wanted to feel something and man I feel a lot of things also I think there might be a cultural difference too because in the west it's all like gulululu sloppy kiss gulululu fucking and like I grew up with old Bollywood romance where mfs don't even kiss so stolen glances and flushed cheeks and "ill always wrap your scarf over and over again" means wayyyy more than an infinite number of kisses. I get why people don't like it but yea I like them they are so fucking embarrassing and stupid. Eren's randi rona (hindi phrase exact translation is whore crying but semantics is probably bitch whining) was so funny and pathetic i've never laughed so hard but it is embarrassing in a way that makes so much sense for this suicidal maniac. I thought I would hate mikasa because I linger in the subreddits because social media kalesh and lafda is something I feed off of like a vampire sucking blood after escaping the coffin that held them for centuries (kalesh/lafda is hindi for fights) anyways so silly goofy fun idk what y'all are on about she's so kool not really a Mary Sue because she sucks at emotional intelligence and as a leader like definitely too driven by feelings but tbh I love that about her and her bond with other characters is so precious to me. I get why she's unlikable she is so flawed but idk I love her. the fanfic writers are so mean to her like oh my god why is she always this weird obsessed stalker that gets in the way of eren and y/n and historia is always someone y/n is insanely jealous of like please why can't we all be best friends and braid each other's hair

A little something about erehisu too- tbh I don't think its obsessive desperate fan behaviour like it's a very good ship imo. I have mixed feelings about it but idk lowkey makes sense. not in a "these people are great for each other and will be so cute as more than friends" way but more like a "oh wow they have a lot going on, they are good friends and the people they love are people they can't be with so it would make sense if they both are emotionally vulnerable enough that they end up doing something" kinda way. would've definitely made it more interesting because I thought sidelining a character like historia who had so much potential would hopefully have a bigger meaning and some greater part of Eren's plan but no bro is an idiot who has no idea what he is doing.

Mixed feelings about historia too- I liked her arc but the amount of plot armour that surrounds her kinda pisses me off. also the irl jaegerists and incels on reddit are so annoying they've made her into chaderen loser's trad wife who sits at home with the baby and shakes her head with a disapproving pout when he returns home after genocide like I know for a fact canon historia would be disgusted by this narrative. also oh my god the lengths these people go to prove that her relationship with Ymir was just a one sided obsession and not a lesbian romance is insane. like yea historia doesn't have to be lesbian she could be bi but that relationship was definitely mutual and romantic

I have sooo much more to say maybe when im sober ill organise everything and make it pretty but im in my senior year of high school with like no time on my hands so idk will see please stick with me but always thank u for reading meri jaan have a lovely day/night :))

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archangeldyke-all · 11 months ago

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may u do sevika helping black reader take care of her hair? 🥹 I’d think after reader teaches her what to do sev would become a pro at braiding and would wanna do it all the time

sure!

disclaimer! i'm white, so please let me know if i make any mistakes and i'll fix them asap!

men and minors dni

sevika's hair is very low-maintenance. while she probably should be keeping better care of it, she just doesn't care enough to bother with anything beyond shampoo and conditioner, running a comb through it every morning, and putting it in her signature half ponytail. she trims it when it gets shaggy. that's the extent of her hair-care.

so when she meets you: you who alternates hairstyles like they're outfits, and takes a whole day to wash your hair, she's fascinated.

she absolutely adores your natural hair. when you guys first met, you were wearing two puffballs on top of your head, with two little braids framing your face, and it's still her favorite hairstyle to see you in. she thinks you're adorable.

she also loves when you just comb it out and rock an afro. she'll help you pick it out, carry a little pick in her back pocket in case you forget yours, and she'll always stop you to gently pick whenever lint or a little leaf gets caught in it.

when you guys move in together, she starts watching you do your hair. she just sits on her stomach, her feet kicking in the air behind her as she watches you braid your hair through the mirror, an adoring look on her face.

she's curious, too. you don't understand why for the longest time.

"what's that for?" she asks as you pop the tub of your hair gel, a toothbrush in your free hand.

"my edges." you explain as you gel your baby hair down on your forehead.

"oh. those pretty curls. i thought that just happened." she says, smiling. you giggle.

"no, i gotta style 'em or else they'll be all frizzy."

"i like you frizzy." sevika pouts. you just giggle and kiss her.

it's only when you catch her watching hair tutorials that you finally start to understand why sevika's been keeping such a close eye on you each time she sees you doing your hair. she wants to help.

the thought makes you melt, and you have to keep yourself from squealing and pinching her cheeks at how cute she is.

so, you start asking her for help.

"sev, will you help me section my hair out for my braids?" you ask one night. the responding grin you get is worth the wonky sectioning on the left side of your head.

the longer you guys spend together, the better she gets at doing your hair. by the time you're married, she's better at doing it than you are.

it's theraputic for both of you, it's how you guys bond. between each step of whatever style she's doing, she's peppering kisses against your scalp and forehead. you end up falling asleep more times than not, so relaxed and in love that you can't help yourself. she's so gentle with you, so patient, she spends entire days diligently working if that's what it takes to do the style you've requested.

she absolutely adores putting beads or charms in your hair if you have it in braids or twists or locs. the more the better. sevika doesn't consider her decorating job done until she can hear the little 'click click click' of your beads bonking into one another as you shake your head.

(now i'm picturing her buying little 's' charms to push onto your braids, and her frowning, hands on her hips in the hair bead isle of the beauty store as she tries to 'pick out a color scheme for your fun summer hair, babe'-- her words.)

taglist!

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #the last part is just a self insert because i LOVE when black girls wear beads in their hair #i'm so glad to see more adults doing it now too #it was my favorite thing in elementary school when my friends would come in with beads in their hair. click clack click clack click clack

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charmspoint · 17 days ago

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I'm not like, an art blog or anything but if anyone is feeling super discouraged as all this ai shit roles through and is maybe thinking 'art is so hard and impossible to achieve without years and years of practice, i might as well use ai because it's the only way to make what I'm envisioning', I made this in like two hours:

I'm not an artist and you can probably see that. Pretty much all art I have done is either done by my brother or commissioned. I have 0 art training, I don't draw on the regular, last time I seriously drew was probably a couple of years ago. And I did this in two hours. I looked up a bunch of things, used plenty references, googled stuff like 'pose references' and 'how to draw boots' and here is the result. Just like, don't be discouraged, art is not some mystic skill only a chosen few can master. All I needed to draw this can be found in any store that sells school supplies and some time and effort. You got this, I love you, never give in to the easier path.

And now me rambling about the process under cut cuz I had a bunch of fun!

So this is a drawing of one of my dnd characters. She's an eladrin (fairy flavored elf for the uninitiated) and her original class was barbarian but I'm going to reclass her into a druid next time I play her because I decided it fit her backstory more.

Here's her initial design from like two years ago

The concept was 'barbarian but she's a magical girl lol' and a darker color scheme prevailed because I was trying to fit her into a CoS campaign :I I ended up changing characters hvhnvh. Anyway since I decided to reclass her into a druid and focus on her backstory more, making her a more serious and grounded character, I decided to switch from a lolita inspired style to a mori kei inspired one instead. At least when it came to styling and layering. I decided to leave colors leaning more towards pastel pinks to keep the original hyper fem feeling of the character. I also decided to change her hairstyle from twin tails to twin braids to give her a more mature look reflecting her more thoughtful and reflective rebranding. I kinda wanted to make her braids even longer but uhhh drawing braids is kinda confusing to me but I did my best anyway.

Pose is always the hardest part of drawing for me aaaaa, I'm shit at judging proportions and not nearly passionate enough to try and do that part slowly and precisely so I usually just kinda end up winging it. I also gave up on the legs cuz like...I'll give her a dress anyway :I...have I mentioned I'm not an artist. Her pose doesn't have much to do with her character the way it does in her original picture, I honestly just wanted an easy pose to draw so I can show off hair and outfit. Dynamic poses make drawing clothes a lot harder for me (if u would call the pose in the og pic dynamic...once again I'm not an artist)

Hair and outfit are like my fav parts to do and what I spend the most time on, from looking up references, to trying to get it just right, to making little tweaks and changes to trying to do my best with store bought colors to get the colors just right. The part where her shawl and braid and top of the dress are was the hardest to make sense of and I did my best about it hzbhjbhj hopefully it looks nice. Also the top of her dress was a test bunny for how i wanted to combine brown and beige for her dress and i accidentally used the wrong and stronger shade of brown, hence the top looks different...drawing by hand hard. Also yeah I did change the positioning of one of her legs between pose sketch and outfit sketch...I couldn't figure out how to draw a boot like that.

Here are some outfit references I used! I took elements from all of these (the white bits are supposed to be lace but like...I'm just one girl with a pen).

That's about it :3 I'm very happy with it, she ended up super cute. I honestly surprised myself with how good it looks. It reminded me how much I actually like drawing hair and outfits, I used to do that a bunch back in high school and college. I should play more girls in dnd so I can draw more cute outfits. I can't draw men because if I try to draw a man I will die.

#lucy blabs #lucy....draws :O #me through this whole process: this is hard and im unsure of what im doing but im still doing better than an ai bro #my girl deserves the best

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theholypeanut · 2 years ago

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If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends ♪

Content: Being best friend with Tokimitsu, Aryu, Zantetsu and Raichi (separately) // platonic gn!reader

Characters: Aoshi Tokimitsu, Jyubei Aryu, Zantetsu Tsurugi, Jingo Raichi

Tokimitsu Aoshi

- You became friends when you stood up for him in primary school

- He started to follow you like a puppy but then he got an idea that maybe he is just bothering you, so he stopped

- You went to him and tell him to do what he wants, not what he things doesn’t bother others - and now you are still best friends in high school

- Now people don’t bully him because he is huge, however people take advantage of his kindness a lot

- Thankfully you are not that kind so whenever you are around, no one even dare to request ridiculous stuff from him

- “But maybe they just need help…” “No, shut up, they are using you” “….I don’t mind” “And that’s the problem”

- Outside of that you always ask him for his opinion whenever you two are deciding on something and he knows already he cannot answer “whatever you prefer”

- You love watching trashy movies together that you find via online reviews

Angel protector: Omg omg omg look at this review: “This was glorious. Pure batsh** cheese. So much better than I could have even hoped for.”

Disasterous Sorry-Machine: Sounds great! What’s the title for the movie? When do you want to watch it?

Angel protector: Velocipastor. We are watching this weekend it will be hilarious

Disasterous Sorry-Machine: I’m sorry what’s the title again?

- He gives the best gifts ever and still apologies that “it probably isn’t what you wanted”

- He is also the best math tutor ever, except that he apologises every time you get something wrong (because he is the tutor, if he would be any good you’d get it right…)

- One time you sent him to grab you two food in the cinema, and he couldn’t decide if he should take caramel popcorn or normal, and nachos with cheese sauce or salsa, so he took it all, and that’s how you two found out that caramel popcorn with cheese and salsa sauce is really delicious

Jyubei Aryu

- Ah this man, what can I say - pure glam

- You met in middle school when you two were made sit desks, and after first period he said out of the blue “I am so sorry, but I couldn’t stop looking at your nails… They are so stylish! Are you going to a manicurist?”

- The answer was no, but you two became friends

- Aryu is always there to compliment you out of the blue and it really made you feel so much more confident

- You have to go shopping together, however it takes ages to shop with him

- However you’d know whenever something fits you because Aryu is behaving dramatic af and is almost passing out from stylish energy you give

- You go together to different shrines he finds glamorous and you are taking a whole photoshoot of him there

- Generally you have lots of pics together

- You love to braid his hair and whenever you have sleepovers you read fashion magazines and you try to style his hair accordingly

- Skincare. Party.

- All your prettiest Instagram photos are made by Aryu, this man is a professional

- He can do flower crowns and taught you and every summer u make flower crowns for each other and have (another) photoshoot while looking glam af

Zantetsu Tsurugi

- You were neighbors since how long you can remember, and you parents are friends

- At the beginning you didn’t like Zantetsu: because you thought he was an idiot. You complained to your mother that you don’t want to play with him, but she said “Being smart is not the most important thing person should be”

- It didn’t h it you at first, but in middle school you ended up in the same class for the first time, and you noticed how people make fun of him

- And that enraged you, because Zantetsu always was the nicest person to them, so honest too

- That moment you decided to be friends with him and that was the best decision you made

- You always help him study so he won’t fail his exams (but even with your best effort he still barely passes at best)

- He actually has great music taste and you like to share headphones during breaks and listen to newest gems he found

- You always tell him that without glasses he is hot af, but he said he prefer to be “smart al” (as A Lot)

- Oh he always misuse all acronyms because he forgets what they mean

Speedster: Hey my fwb is coming to visit this week,so I cannot hang out with you on Saturday

Bestie: YOUR WHAT

Speedster: Father’s Wife’s Brother

Bestie: … you mean your uncle?

Speedster: Bbg

Bestie: ??? Since when you call me Bbg?

Speedster: but aren’t you my bbg

Bestie: what do you mean bbg means?

Speedster: Best Buddy Gorgeous?

Bestie: that doesn’t even make sense

Speedster: wait so what does that mean?

Speedster: halo

Speedster: okay I’ll Google it

Speedster: … I mean I was close

- He loves going to the arcade with you and he is actually amazimg in most of the games

- He is great with animals, they LOVE HIM

- You went to the Bunny Cafe once and they loved him

- The same in Raccoon Cafe, Cat Cafe and Pig Cafe

- You generally like to hang out in this kinds of spots, also you can see that Zantetsu feels great with animals because they don’t care if he is smart or not

- Whenever he finds any fun activity in town he asks you to go together

- In amusement parks he wears animal ears without shame because he knows he looks gorgeous

- He is afraid of haunted houses for sure, but if you have to go and you are more afraid, he will step up to “protect you” while his legs will shake

Raichi Jingo

- You are cousins, but also best friends since forever

- However you are so different

- Your main task is to be The Calm One and do not allow him to get into any fights

- Even if he is an actually really good guy, somehow everyone assume he is an aggressive delinquent with yakuza relations

- However he could really chill and not hit you in the back “friendly” everytime he says hello, because your back might snap soon

- Whenever you have any disagreement about anything he says WANNA BET???

- If it is about something that requires fact check, usually you win

- He is a huge picky eater so you usually eat all of the food he will not eat

- Which is… a lot of veggies, because Raichi is like a kid

- However if he likes something he can eats so much, no wonder he has so much stamina

- He loves american romcoms especially the cheesy ones, but if you tell it to anyone you are dead

- He is very blunt and sometimes doesn’t understand that he can hurt you by what he just said, but when he finally notice he will apologise sincerely and tell you that you can pick the movie to watch

- And then you choose horror just to mess with him because this guy is a coward when it comes to ghosts and exorcisms

- But he will own it and watch it as a punishment from behind a plushie (if you tell anyone you are dead 2)

- Actually really good at cooking???

- He always asks you to watch all of his games because he treats it like a good luck charm

- He is actually a soft bestie, but with rough exterior

- You totally once found his stash of dirty magazines and he got beetroot red (he is a boob guy)

- Because of that you sometimes tease him to just see him blush like a tsundere he is

By slowlyholypeanut please do not copy or change, give credit

After writing this I wanna make a full fic about Zantetsu x reader uhhhhh

#dividers by cafekitsune #bllk #blue lock #blue lock headcanons #aryu jyubei #tokimitsu aoshi #raichi jingo #tsurugi zantetsu #blue lock platonic #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #tokimitsu x reader #aryu x reader #zantetsu x reader #raichi x reader

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redrandomposts · 6 months ago

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Hello! thabk you for writing out tills perspective it was very good! And sad :( what does Till think once he finds Ivan gone? Does he know that Ivan is dead or does he think he’s just gone

and if he gets that Ivan won’t come back how does he mourn? I think it could be cool if till got into sculpting to make a statue of Ivan)

Also , I was wondering what if sua gave Ivan a little more time like 3 months or 3 years to get till to love him/kiss him so we could have more time of them loving eachother secretly. I specifically think Till keeping Ivan in the fancy rooms for longer is fun, because till can try out all the things he says he wants to do just long enough to miss them when Ivan is gone

I personally imagine till braiding and brushing Ivan’s hair quietly (because I love the mental visuals of Ivan with longer hair) and putting 1 thousand little sliver clips in his hair as one thing I find really interesting! Or maybe till collecting beautiful clothes to dress Ivan in and having enough time for Ivan to try them on but not enough time for him to receive them tailored (and I was also thinking maybe till considers proposing to him, or at least asking him to be a concubine if that’s not allowed but he doesn’t get the chance to give the ring- just enough time to have one made)

I am not sure if I make sense, I do not write very well but I hope u like this

-🍎

yeah u make sense 🍎!! dw, i have to sort through my thoughts and get it into a tumblr post... and this is mainly what the baseline looks like.

guys i can't believe i did a bad ending ngl i think i'm un-canonizing the bad end for a happy one and the bad end can stay a thought unreleased to the world.

i was thinking of having ivan be there for a month, but that's a kind of long time not to sort through feelings... so a week it was. ivan was practically bed-ridden and spent a lot of time asleep, so till would sneak in and brush and braid his hair and decorate him up. and, well, a lifetime of yearning for something, getting a taste of it, and then forever losing it...guys i'm sick why did i do that?!

happy ending time or i'm beating past me up (im making them eighteen its kinda weird otherwise)

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the gentle feeling of his hair shifting along like waves in the ocean woke him up. the moon peaked in through the window, spilling its light across the room. the mirror reflected ivan, who was sitting and leaning on another.

the haziness of the entire situation felt like a dream; calming, slow. ivan's eyes were barely cracked open, irises focused on the mirror and the picture it reflected. his head was tilted onto a shoulder, legs saddling another's to make sure he doesn't slip from the very comfortable position he's in.

the brush glides through his hair, gently tugging on his scalp. ivan leaned in the slightest bit. it felt good. compared to his eyes, his lungs, his feet; this person was like a safe haven, a warm spring bath.

he watched as his hair was carefully divided and braided into a relaxed hair style, not pulled too much this way or that. as the end of it was tied with a silk tie, the other hand reached into a box. ivan didn't see it clearly, but if he did, he'd recognize several silver pins with details impossible to get underwater, each a different design.

throughout his midnight hair, stars were scattered across it.

the sound of pen scratching parchment lulled him back to sleep, forgetting the brief moment of awareness.

another painting hung in till's studio, depicting two characters. one, asleep, was in front and the clear subject; the second was behind, carefully pinning the last hairclip in place, recreating the galaxy.

till's pearl was his muse; from paintings to songs, it seemed as if creativity itself sprouted from ivan.

briefly, till fantasized a life where he and ivan would marry. in a month from now, they'd be engaged, and follow a two-year courting period until they're both twenty, and get married.

the entire empire knew he was courting someone at this point. he isn't sure what gave it away; was it the mass amount of jewelry and clothing and paints he commissioned? perhaps someone saw him carry ivan home? or did a servant gossip about it?

till paused, looking at the painting. he had a new idea, and all he had to do was wait for night to come and ivan to sleep.

flowers were delivered to the palace, where till arranged them around ivan's sleeping form. he let his hair fall naturally, but changed the clothing to be looser, as if ivan were floating on the water's surface. the moon carefully shone on ivan's face, giving a feeling of tragic beauty; as if ivan were a corpse on the water, surrounded by the flowers of loved ones.

...till readjusted the scene to make ivan seem immortal.

and, when he stepped back to paint it, he left a light kiss on ivan's forehead.

one night, ivan woke up during a scene. fully awake with conscious thoughts; it had to happen sooner or later.

this one... was a more dubious one that'd be stored under till's bed. his shirt was rucked up, pillow under his neck and shoulder blades to let his head fall back, hair splaying out. his pants were pulled down just a bit to show his hip bone, and the moonlight fell across him to paint a lascivious portrait. till had left marks of himself too; a cloth that lay across ivan's eyes with till's name stitched onto it, jewelry that till had commissioned himself.

ivan was briefly confused by the darkness, before realizing a cloth was gently laid over his eyes. confused, he took it off, stilling at the sight of till painting him.

"what are you..." he couldn't finish his sentence. his mouth had gone dry. the easel was positioned so that he could just barely see the painting, but the glimpse was enough.

there was an obvious artistic choice in it; in the way that ivan's pearl skin was pink, mouth slightly open.

the night ended with a kiss and a kiss and a kiss.

ivan discovered, the morning after, that the knives had completely left. his lungs stopped drowning in unseeable water, and his eyes no longer burned at the slightest disturbance.

till had paraded his fiancé, who wore a veil to shield themself from the world. it was improper to gaze upon them until they wed, after all.

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slowly edging to being able to write smut... then no one is safe. this is a mess and ooc, but also, i need to get peace of mind on this au

#au idea #alnst till #alien stage #alnst ivan #alnst #tillivan #ivantill #angst #little mermaid au #happy ending

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 11 months ago

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tuesday again 6/11/2024

sibling visit!!!!!!!!! but who cares about that my cats finally greeted each other calmly and politely!!!!!!!!

listening

WET DREAM by SNOW WIFE, off one of my sister's playlists. i have since added it to my playlist titled "SOMEBODY COME FUCK THIS (GAY)". sounds like early kesha?

reading

oh right i read a brace of temeraire books last week. we're in australia now. excited to see what sort of bullshit we get up to. i do really love these books and am astonished at home much they Feel like period-typical books, but i am too busy going :D :D :D while reading to have tuesdaypost thoughts about them

watching

thank you @rae-being-naughty for this rec bc i inhaled A Murder At The End Of The World in one evening. limited series on hulu that is set in Legally Not Elon Musk's Compound with Legally Not Elon Musk.

"A Murder at the End of the World" is a mystery series with a new kind of detective at the helm -- a Gen Z amateur sleuth and tech-savvy hacker named Darby Hart. In the new limited series, Darby and eight other guests are invited by a reclusive billionaire to participate in a retreat at a remote and dazzling location. When one of the other guests is found dead, Darby must put to use all of her combined skills to prove it was in fact murder, all against a tide of competing interests and before the killer takes another life.

youtube

oh my godddddd do i love a horrible little woman. sopping wet cat pathetic fuckup of a woman. enormous friends at the table clementine kesh vibes here but slightly lesss malicious. now! normally i am a girl's girl. i love women. but my god did darby royally fuck up her former lover.

one of the better hetero-appearing romances ive ever seen-- we fall in love with bill just as much as darby did, and his death drives the show in a way a fridged wife would in a different show.

i like how it is not a show About hacking, and darby became a hacker somewhat incidentally bc she needed to hack to get what she wanted. super tense, beautifully shot, balances current-day and flashbacks well, the twist is honestly bonkers but it is a very fair mystery.

playing

got clorinde :) now i have to collect one billion starfish to level her up :(

her story quest was so cute! a really fun visual novel take on ttrpgs/larping! everyone got little character art! i like her more uniform-braid-style outfit in the character art more than her actual outfit but oh well. im sure they'll release that one as an alt outfit at some point

also pulled dehya! pyro claymore wielder! goodbye diluc u were a mainstay on my team for a year but there's a hot girl who fills your same niche now

making

my sister was here so a lot of sibling bonding (going to lesbian bars, moving furniture up my horrible stairs, art museums, weeping over impossibly well tended five hundred year old tapestries and carpets, etc). i had an Excellent slice of key lime pie cheesecake at House of Pies-- i do not typically enjoy cheesecake, i feel like it's often too rich and leaves a weird coating on my tongue. alarmingly green but the tartness offset the cheesecake in a very pleasing way.

look at my new desk's woodgrain again

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #SoundCloud #Spotify

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crimeronan · 2 months ago

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ive decided to draw the oc quartet because i love them and nova has proved immediately difficult to get down because balancing the facial expression of "neurotic covid puppy" and "in control of All light goddess" is Very Hard. but also very fun.

(bonus: if u have any definite details (scars, specific jewelry, etc.) for the ocs i should add, i would love to know!! no pressure, of course)

:O :O :O!!!!

please let me see when you're done.... i would Love.....

as for details!! okay actually this got long so let me preface by saying you can take or leave literally all of this. this is not an instructional guide or anything, it's just me infodumping. FJSJJD

nova is INDEED the toughest of the four because she is basically walking photoshop. i often end up making two picrews of her when i'm concepting, one glamoured and one unglamoured....

fully glamoured public appearance nova is like. platinum blonde bombshell who looks like she's in her mid-to-late twenties, uncannily blue eyes, sort of literally glowing from within

fully unglamoured nova with NO magic (very rare) is like. less glowing. hair is a more natural blonde. eyes are a more normal blue. looks her age (in her forties). lines and shadows around her eyes. prominent malar rash (butterfly-shaped patches across her cheeks and nose)

but she's usually a blend of these things. full glamour is for public speaking & no glamour is for being with devin in private. everything else is SO open to interpretation

also i've written her having rainbow watercolor sleeve tats, but haven't actually designed said sleeve tats. there's definitely butterflies and maybe also fish on them, though.

as for the others! they mainly look how they do in varying posts in my picrew tag, though some useful details:

ruby is a natural redhead but her box braids are usually rainbow or otherwise brightly colored

ruby wears glasses like. 60% of the time. aka when she's reading or doing job work. (she mostly can't be assed to have eyes in other situations.)

ruby likes loud patterns and silly earrings

sol wears hoop earrings but Never wears necklaces. she won't put jewelry around her throat

sol May use hand jewelry that doubles as EDS-style finger braces. haven't 100% settled on it one way or the other

devin has as many ear piercings as one can fit. also schrödinger's eyebrow piercing, ie: it exists, but only when i remember it does

devin usually puts on mid-aughts emo raccoon style eyeliner. and then calls it a day makeup-wise

devin's skin is COVERED in circular scars of varying sizes, from where plants have dug into her in the past. her face is mostly unscathed; arms and legs are Very Scathed.

yeah i Think those are the main details that don't always make it into picrews. but like i said, you can take and leave everything, there is no Wrong Way to draw any of the quartet (except maybe making ruby and devin white. which i presume was not on the table to begin with. FJSJDJ).

i am!!! kicking my feet!!!!

#replies #original fiction #original fiction quartet

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Hey girl! Hope you are doing good and also love all your work 🥰 for the bingo card could you please do ari levinson with touch starved? Like imagine where he was just this grumpy man w everyone else but when u got him alone oh my lord that beefy man was just in need of some love 🥺🥺🥺🥺

thank you so much that is so sweet of you to sayyy 🥰💗 this got a little steamy towards the end... sorry not sorry

Touch Starved (Bingo Game)

!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!

Hunky(he’s always hunky but still)!Ari x Reader because I can

word count: 1k

warnings: grumpy!Ari (but not to you he's very sweet), fluff, a lot of touching (obviously), allusions to smut

It wasn’t easy being with Ari Levinson. At least that’s what everyone thought. He was grumpy and mean 90% of the time. He didn’t like being around people, and he despised seeing couples do PDA in front of him. How could they? The audacity...

And everyone avoided tempting him because of how intimidating he could be.

But it was simple, really. Ari just needed to be loved. He needed to be touched, more specifically. He just didn’t know it. You hadn’t either. You had just always been a very affectionate person: hugging people, kneading shoulders, playing with fingers, ruffling and braiding hair, and tracing skin. It was a habit, one that you pursued with everyone around you - including Ari.

And when you first laid your hands on him, he senses something magical in your touch. Everyone around you had gone quiet when your arms landed around Ari’s broad shoulders. They had been sure you would be signed off this friend group faster than Rachel had introduced you. But while everyone was holding their breath, waiting for Ari to explode in front of them, you just felt his arms reach around you and squeeze you tight.

“It’s nice to meet you, dove.” He’d said with a voice so silky you melted into his chest.

Everyone was surprised. There was no yelling, no gruff looks or growling, no angry storming out and no eye rolls. Ari was smiling over your shoulder before his nose buried in the smell of your hair, his touch lingering with a gentle kiss on your cheek that day.

Rachel had talked to you about it as soon as she noticed the change in her friend. But you never knew what she was talking about. Whenever you were around, Ari was the sweetest most relaxed person in the room. You thought he let you play with his hair, and trace his arms because that was who he was. But little did you know that it was because of your touch, he would become that way.

“It’s as if he’s switching bodies when he’s with you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile like that.” Rachel huffed in her cocktail as you replied to Ari’s wave across the room with a smile. “I don’t know...” You turned back to her. “Maybe he just likes me better.”

Rachel wouldn’t complain. It was nice seeing her scary friend let the frown fall for once. So, who was she to risk a comeback of hunky grumpy when the soft Ari was a thousand times more fun?

Ari hadn’t noticed it at first. It immediately seemed natural to act like this around you. He questioned the weird looks Sammy and Kabede had given him, but he didn’t change a thing. At every gathering, he sought out your touch, proximity - something that could bring him that oddly satisfying feeling deep within he’d only experienced seldom before. And he found himself disappointed when Rachel announced that you weren’t coming that day.

He was like a programmed machine. When you weren’t there, Ari was his grumpy old self. But with you, he acted as if he’d sprung right out of a romance novel. And it was confusing for everyone else.

But Ari and you didn’t notice it. It was natural, felt like a habit as soon as you had introduced him to it. Just like his drop-ins at your home whenever you couldn’t make it to a group hangout because of work or something else.

The two of you would spend the evening lounging on your couch or bed, often talking deep into the night with each other’s hands buried beneath sweaters and strands of hair. You liked how responsive he was to your little habit of touching people, and Ari enjoyed the way his body eased around your affection.

You were like a drug to him. The only provider of a feeling he was addicted to; and the fact you let him have it for something so little, a response that felt innate to him, fueled his need for your body close to his.

“Your hair is so soft,” you’d often whisper into the darkness when your fingers scratched his scalp, another hand tracing the veins on his bicep as you lay in bed together. “I wonder how it would braid.”

And Ari would respond to your spoken thoughts with an encouraging “Why don’t you try?” and a smile so big, it hurt his face.

You’d sit behind him on the sofa that night. Ari comfortably planted on the ground, engulfed by your thighs as he hoped your fingers in his hair would never stop working. His hands would knead your legs, big arms wrapping around whatever he could reach as he felt his heartbeat settle in a steady and calm rhythm.

“Pretty as a prince!” You kissed to his cheek and Ari was fast to hold your face in place.

“Did you just call me pretty, dove?”

“I’m sorry, do you not like to be called pretty, boy?”

“I’d much rather be called your pretty boy.”

“That could be arranged.”

Ari grinned when he smashed his lips to yours, pulling on your arm until you shuffled around him to straddle him on the ground, hands roaming beneath his shirt, tracing his tanned abs and pulling moan after moan from his plump lips.

“I wanna touch you,” he mumbled between breaths.

“You already are,” you breathed.

“More,” he growled, “I wanna touch you more. Need to.” His last sentence got lost in the trail of wet warm kisses he left on your neck.

A tender moan escaped your breath when your legs locked behind his back. “Then what are you waiting for?” And then Ari got up with you, his hands struggling to stay on your ass for support, as he carried you to the bedroom.

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