#but aren't the casuals too good too?!?!?!

[valalice]

۶ৎ dating older gf! caitlyn kiramman and having to endure the drastic ways the two of you text. cw. age gap (two consenting adults, about a 10 year age gap). reader is a college student. slightly suggestive. a somewhat modern au?

when you first started dating caitlyn you found it endearing and rather cute at how proper she texts you. always making sure to start her sentences when a capital letter and having correct punctuation. going out of her way to correct your speach : "Remember to capitalize I's, darling." // "There should've been a comma between there." // "So many exclamation marks, my baby must be really excited."

she also became rather familiar with all of your quick abbreviations, but not without questioning them : "What does PMO mean?" // "At this point, I know that one!" // "ABT means about?" // "I know BRB. Do you really think I'm that old?"

no matter at what stage you and caitlyn are at she will always keep sending you those chivalrous texts that makes your heart flutter when you read them. they started during the early stages of dating and they just happened to stick : "Good morning, Baby. Just made it to the office, already counting down the hours until we meet up for lunch." // "I hope your classes haven't been too draining today. Remember to eat and stay hydrated!" // "I miss you, pretty girl. Would you mind if I stopped by for a moment to see you?" // "You just continue to take my breath away."

older gf! caitlyn loves to spoil you by randomly sending you money, screenshots of purchases she got for you, or secret gifts that pop up in front of your door. she doesn't think twice when she sends you money or spends money on you, it's so casual for her to care for you in this way. but, it was, and still is an adjustment to openly accept the large quantities of money she's sending into your bank account : "Don't worry about it, darling. You deserve it with all your hard work." // "Got you a little gift. X" // "Spoil yourself for me while I'm away on this conference." // "Look outside your door." // "I have your rent covered for this month, love." // "Treat you and your friends to a dinner."

you love to see how you're rubbing off on her in the way she text. she isn't adapting all of your short abbreviations for words and sayings, but she had adapted the use of you "Adorable emoji faces." as caitlyn calls them, even though you try to tell her they aren't even emojis : "Going to be picking you up in a couple of hours. Can't wait to spend the weekend with you. :D" // "But you could also do homework at my place. ;)" // "The office loved those brownies you baked! You're such a sweetheart. <3" // "Work? >:( I told you I'd take care of you. No need for you to worry your pretty little head about anything."

and when you try to send her suggestive text and decide risky on her phone, on her internet, older gf! caitlyn is quick to put you in your place : "Don't start something you can't finish." // "You're being a little minx today, aren't you?" // "Mhm. You're too cute when you're needy." // "Where'd my good girl go, and why has she been replaced with a brat instead?" // "A please could get you a long way."

. . . as much as you tease older gf! caitlyn on being "so old" and "texting like an old lady" you find all her efforts at keeping up with you (and even correcting you) heartwarming.

[grapejuicenharry]

Based on this request !!

warnings: smut, 18+, daddy kink, eating out, fingering.

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Y/N was in the kitchen, slicing lemons as the afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows. It was a pleasant, sunny day, and she had decided to make some lemonade. However, she had been feeling annoyed and moody since the morning—everything seemed to irritate her, leaving her grumpy.

Lost in the mundane rhythm of her task, she was absentmindedly focused on her lemons and didn't notice when he entered the room.

It wasn't until Harry's arms slid around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his bare, solid chest, that she gasped in surprise. His faint cologne lingered in the air, wrapping around her like a second skin.

"Morning, darling," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

"It's not morning," she replied quickly, rolling her eyes, though her pulse quickened at the heat of him pressed so close.

"It is when I say it is," Harry countered, his voice low and husky, his beard lightly scraping against her jaw as he spoke. His hand settled firmly on her hip, turning her slightly so her back was fully pressed to his chest. "Been ignoring me all day."

It was true-she'd been giving him attitude all day, snapping at him and brushing him off for no real reason. She hadn't kissed him since morning either, using a quick "I'm busy" as her excuse. And she secretly loved it. Testing his patience, watching the subtle shift in his jaw when she pushed too far. She knew exactly what she was doing. It was a dangerous game, but she couldn't resist. The thought of him snapping, putting her in her place, sent a thrill through her. She wanted him to lose control-wanted him to spank her and edge her when she is close. 

She even wore his favorite dress, fully aware that it would drive him wild. As she moved around the house, she casually did chores, brushing past him and leaning down just enough to tease him with her cleavage. Each time he asked her to come closer, she playfully denied him. He knew what game she was playing, and it was driving him to the brink of insanity.

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“I was busy," she said nonchalantly, though the hitch in her breath betrayed her as his fingers traced slow circles over her waist.

"Too busy for me?" His tone darkened, teasing but edged with something more, something that made her stomach twist.

"Harry—“ she warned, but her voice was barely above a whisper.

"What's that?" His lips grazed over the curve of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

"That's not what you call me, is it?" Her hands stilled on the counter, the knife slipping from her fingers with a dull thud. Her breath hitched as he turned her fully, pinning her between the counter and his body.

"Say it," he murmured, tilting her chin up with his fingers. "Be a good girl and say it for me."

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. Her heart pounded in her chest. She bit her lip, but the way he looked at her-demanding, dominant-made it impossible to resist.

"Daddy," she breathed, her voice soft and barely audible. A slow smile spread across his lips. "That's my girl," he said, brushing his thumb against her bottom lip. "You're so good for me, aren't you?"

She nodded, her body a mess of trembling need. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, and her panties were damp with arousal. Her pulse quickened as his hand trailed down her thigh, gripping it firmly.

"Turn around," he ordered. She obeyed, her breath catching as his hands guided her back to the counter. The cool surface pressed against her palms, making her shiver even though heat pooled in her belly. Harry's presence behind her was intoxicating— his scent, his warmth, the sound of his breathing.

His hands slid against her sides, his lips trailing kisses along her jaw and neck. "Look at you," he murmured. "Always so perfect for me."

Her knees wobbled slightly as his hands found the hem of her dress, bunching it up around her waist. He smoothed his palm over the curve of her ass before landing a sharp spank. She gasped, the sting making her arch back against him. "Do you like teasing me, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone sweet yet laced with dominance.

"Yes," she panted, her voice trembling with need.

"Yes, what?" His lips brushed against her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire.

He hummed in satisfaction, his hand slipping between her thighs. She jerked under his touch as he pressed his thumb to her clit.

"You're always so ready for me," he muttered, his fingers moving in slow circles. "Do you know how much that drives me crazy?"

Her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut. But he wasn't done-not even close.

"Eyes open," he commanded, gripping her chin and tilting her head forward. "I want you to see what you do to me.

"She forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze in the reflection of the kitchen window. The sight of him—his darkened eyes, flushed skin, and messy hair sent a thrill coursing through her.

"You're mine," he said. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she gasped as his hands roamed her body, tugging her dress straps down to expose her skin.

"That's my good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Please, Harry," she begged, her body trembling with need.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone teasing as he kissed the swell of her breast.

"I want to cum," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Harry dropped to his knees behind her, pulling her panties down in one swift motion. The cold marble beneath her hands grounded her, but the heat pooling in her belly was impossible to ignore.

His mouth met her center, his tongue flicking and circling relentlessly. Each stroke sent her closer to the edge, her body trembling as he gripped her thighs to keep her still.

"Harry, please," she gasped, her voice a mix of desperation and pleasure.

"Not yet," he murmured, pulling back slightly.

"You think you can tease me all day and get what you want so easily?"

She whimpered, her legs trembling. "Please, Daddy," she begged, her tone pleading.

Who was he to deny her when she begged so sweetly? With a groan, he dove back in, his tongue and fingers working in perfect sync. The pressure built quickly, and with one final stroke, she shattered, crying out his name as her orgasm tore through her.

"Look at you," Harry muttered, licking her clean. Her body shook with aftershocks as he stood, gripping her hips tightly to steady her.

“You’re not done yet, sweetheart.” He murmured.

Harry turned her around swiftly, the action making her slightly dizzy, but she steadied when his lips crashed against hers.

The kiss was messy, desperate, and filled with raw intensity. She could taste herself on his lips, which only made her moan against his mouth.

Her hands slid into his hair, tugging at the soft strands hard enough to draw a groan from him. The sound sent a thrill down her spine, and she arched into him, feeling the hard length of his cock against her belly.

"Turn back around," he demanded, his voice rough with need. She obeyed instantly, her body pliant under his control. The cool air hit her heated skin as he pushed his boxers down, freeing himself.

Her breath hitched when he pressed himself against her, his cock sliding between her slick folds in teasing strokes.

"Harry," she whimpered, trying to push back against him, but his hands gripped her hips, holding her still.

"Patience," he murmured, his tone firm. "You'll take what I give you.”

Slowly, he pushed into her, stretching her inch by inch until he was fully seated inside her. She gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter as he let her adjust.

"Always so fucking tight for me," he muttered, his voice strained.

"Move, please," she whispered, her voice trembling. He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled out almost completely before thrusting back into her, setting a pace that made her moan loudly.

Each snap of his hips hit her perfectly, her body melting into the counter as she took every thrust.

"Look at you," he groaned, one hand slipping around to toy with her clit while the other gripped her hip. "Taking me so well, sweetheart."

Her legs shook as the pressure inside her built higher and higher.

"Harry—l-I'm gonna—” she stammered, her voice breaking as the pressure in her belly increasing.

“Cum for me," he growled, his pace quickening. "Be my good girl and cum all over my cock.”

That was all it took. Her body tensed, and she came with a loud cry, her walls clenching around him as she fall apart.

"Fuck, Y/N," Harry groaned, his thrusts turning sloppy as he chased his own release. He buried himself deep inside her one last time, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he spilled inside her.

He pulled out gently, both of them whimpering as their arousal dripped down her thighs.

For a moment, neither of them moved, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath. Harry leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on her shoulder. "I love you, baby," he murmured, his voice low and sweet. She smiled, turning her head slightly to meet his gaze. "I love you more.”

[red-doll-face]

Getting caught in the rain with Arthur leads to him finding creative ways to warm you up.

(high honor) arthur morgan x fem. reader

I love this trope! prob been done before but I cant resist... 😔Can you believe I wanted this to be a short head canon post?? LMAO it ended up way longer than that. That's why it has a more casual thing going on despite being super long 🥲Happy thanksgiving! This is for the girlies who are stuck with family and need something absolutely filthy to read !!! 💕💕💕💕💕

Warnings: NSFW content, vaginal sex, while honor isn't too relevant, arthur is very sweet and hes kind of a weenie here, in a good way! arthur does not have bad intentions here, he's genuinely a sweet little man...

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Thinking of begging Arthur to take you away from camp for a while. Maybe you haven't had a bath in a bit or you're sick of hearing Swanson drunkenly parade around camp. But you've decided to ask Arthur, he's always so sweet to you and you know he won't say no. And Arthur and his stupid bleeding heart (the one that bleeds so much more for you) grumbles and pretends he's thinking about it but really he'd probably say yes to anything that came from your lips. He has no regrets when he sees the smile you give him. You're hoisted up onto the back of his horse, holding onto his waist so you don't fall. Arthur is desperately trying to play it cool. 

Then the rain starts coming down, you're soaked through very quickly and Arthur, such a gentleman, sheds his coat to give it to you, except now he is soaked through as well. The both of you are freezing and he tells you that you have to stop until the weather clears. He’s cussing up a storm worse than the one you're in. You nod, just wanting to be warm, wracked by shivers. He comes up on an abandoned shack and guides you inside, shutting the rain out. You're standing in the center of the room, looking like a wet cat after a miserable bath, Arthur is kind enough to take his coat off of you, giving you a ratty old, moth bitten blanket but it doesn't do much of anything for the cold. Trying to get a fire going proves fruitful but it's a small one and the wind blowing in from the flue almost puts it out several times.

Arthur feels so helpless, sitting there watching your teeth start to chatter as you sit in front of the pathetic little fire. He's trying to apologize (Ah, I’m sorry, I didn't know it was gonna come down like that,) but you only tell him it's not his fault. He has to help, all he wants to do is help. Things aren't getting any better and he doesn't want you to come down with something on account of him being an idiot. And then he gets an idea. He’s red all over flushed at the thought but he knows taking your soaking clothes off would help. And he's standing there, awkwardly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck while he tries to hide under his hat. He’s gently clearing his throat, trying to get your attention. 

“Maybe we could try… I…could…” he's nervously stumbling through his words and he's looking at you, sitting on the floor, desperately trying to warm your hands by the fire. You look up to him but he can hardly speak, so enraptured by the look of utter trust, reliance on him. His mouth hangs open but he swallows the lump of spit in his mouth. He tries to shake off these boyish jitters he gets around you. “Uhhh- I mean, it would be better if we weren't sittin’ round in these clothes, I guess, can’t be doin’ you any good...”  

“Really, you think so…?” Your voice is quiet and meek, struggling to say anything past the clicking of your teeth and the shivers. “Well then, turn around, Arthur,” at your obvious attempt to be modest, he nods stiffly and turns towards the wall, listening to you take your dress and your underskirts off, landing in a wet plop on the floor. You whine, peeling yourself out of your undergarments before a quiet ok leaves your lips. He turns and you're desperately covering yourself with that dusty blanket, legs bare, fabric hardly long enough to cover the soft mound between your legs, the fat of your inner thighs squished together. Arthur has a hard time keeping his gaze from locking onto any of the inviting bits of skin you show him. You're embarrassed, biting your lip, squeezing your arms around yourself. 

“Aren't you gonna- Arthur, you're gonna do it too, right?” Arthur has a hesitant nod and a course even though he just now thought he should probably follow along to help make you more comfortable. He’s removing his hat first, nothing to hide under now and he notices that you watch him take his gun belt off, unfastening his suspenders from his pants. You finally look away, his boots and his pants are peeled off and his shirt is unbuttoned. He’s breathing heavily now, naked as the day he was born. But you won't stop shivering. Your hair is still wet. And the fire is struggling to warm you from the bitter cold that clings to the dusty air. There isn't much left to burn for the fire. 

“You want me to hold you?” It's out of his mouth before he can stop it, trying to smack away these thoughts about the glimpses he’s getting of your naked figure underneath the blanket. He swears it's only out of necessity, that you're just not warming up fast enough. “Don’t want you gettin’ sick on me,” He really does only want you comfortable. Unrealistically hoping this won't change what you most likely consider a friendship. You nod, vigorously. 

“I think it would be ok, maybe if you just didn’t- didn’t look. Just- don’t look,” and you're desperate, curling up in his lap in front of the wavering fire. You're unable to look at him, but you still rub into him, enjoying how his body warms up a lot faster than yours. And both of you make some excuse that things would be better without that old blanket between you two. And suddenly you're pressed into him, his arms tight around you while he looks at the ceiling to avoid staring at things he shouldn't. Arthur struggles hard to keep from rubbing upwards into you, trying to keep you from sitting directly between his legs, afraid the way his body reacts to the feel of your body will scare you, scandalize you. But you only seem to want to be there more, getting comfortable with him. His chest hair tickles you, the hair creeps all the way down his torso. You giggle softly as it tickles you. His heart beats fast at the feel of you, so soft compared to the roughness of him.

As if all of the blood hasn't already rushed down to the very center of him, you just have to sit squarely on his lap. He tries to readjust you but it's too late and you've felt him, hard as a rock, pushing at you. He's so embarrassed, stumbling over an apology, “Shit-I-I’m sorry, I-” in that surly voice, all rough and low. you gasp and look over your shoulder. You see how he can hardly stand to look at you with his pretty blue gem-toned eyes. Instead he shows you his profile as he turns away. 

“It's ok”, Arthur has no idea how he's supposed to look at you after this, he can't see himself looking you in the eyes for a long while after you've felt his cock nudging the swell of your ass, unable to deny his own reaction to you. Hopefully he’ll be able to dismiss it as a fluke and not a devastating hope that you’d be interested in him that he's been crushing down for months now. He's trying to will away the burgeoning desire just under his skin, tamping down fires that rage on. And you look up at him again with that look of trust in your eyes, too ashamed to continue touching you, wholeheartedly convinced you don't like him. 

But then you're only closer than you were, looking up at him, so close, he's breathing in your scent, sweet and like fresh summer rain. His eyes search yours for any inclination and all you have to do is put your hand on his prickly cheek for him to lean and kiss you, hands on his broad chest, rushing over the warmth you can feel. How he ends up with you on his lap, tits pressed up against his hairy chest, his big hands squeezing at your hips, he's not too sure. Your arms are over his shoulders, playing with his light brown hair sweetly, rubbing the sore muscles in his back. And the glide of his tongue over yours is heaven, he swears. You whine into his kisses, the heat between the both of you licks over your skin, noses clumsily bumping into each other. 

Then he’s on top of you, tucking you over the blanket. “You gotta tell me you want this, want me,” and all you can do is say “Yes, please, Arthur, please,” features showing your ecstasy, anticipating his hands on you.

His hands are rough; petting down your sides. Any worries he had about being too old, too ugly and too brutish for you are forgotten when you kiss him, spread your legs for him to fit between them. When you push your breasts in his hands when he goes to touch them. Your nipples are hard from the cold but his hands start to warm them up when he gropes at them, squeezing languidly at your breasts, grabbing handfuls.

It's not long before he’s pinning your thighs up with his hands, spreading you and licking eagerly between your legs, so selfless. Letting you moan as loud as you like, telling you how good you taste, the roughened pads of his fingers circling at the sensitive button at the top of your slit. And he's so strong, doesn't put much effort into keeping your legs up. He has dulcet praises for you, “Such a pretty girl, darlin’, jus’ beautiful,” making you soften and ease.

He’s so warm, holding you, like you wanted him to, messy kisses that taste like you. The very tip of him catches on you, dipping softly between your folds. Your nails dig into him, thighs clench tight. He's sweet talking to you, shushing you, rubbing hard at the delicate little nub, getting you as wet as possible. Saying how good you look. How he must be dreaming. That’s my girl is what he says when you soak his fingers with your own arousal, heat rising to the apples of your cheeks. Even more when he's working his cock inside of you, panting, he seems overwhelmed, mumbling and groaning praises to you, his sweet girl, perfect in that slow easy voice of his. You feel him carefully easing you open, hissing at the feel of you wrapped tight on him and leaking down his shaft. You can't say much but his name, begging him not to stop, feeling his fingers almost bruise the tender softness of your hips. 

Arthur pushes so deep, a growl of pleasure leaking from his lips. You didn't think he would feel so big. Telling him how big he is and feels; “You're so big, Arthur,” in a wispy moan, makes him groan. He just wants to hear how much you like him. The rhythm he was trying to keep slow and careful speeds up. And he doesn't last very long, poor thing. It's been a while for him and he's flushed bright red, embarrassed and feeling a tad emasculated. The disappointed son of a bitch he lets out has you petting his hair back tenderly.

But all you have to do is give him a minute, kiss and nip gently, lock your legs around him so he can't pull away, until he's pushing his own seed deeper, mindlessly pinning you under his weight. He loves feeling so close to you, so small underneath him. 

The way you feel clenching down on him, moaning for him, begging him to keep going has him rutting into you, following his instincts, brain feeling like it's melting. He's harder than he has ever been, listening to the sound of your wetness slide on him, the mess he’s left between your thighs sounding dirty and sticky. You don't have to tell him to keep rubbing you, grinding your hips into his so he can press into the perfect spot. 

His thumb is rubbing at the very center of you, that tender bud, so sensitive, has you pushed to the edge and falling over, legs locking up behind him, bucking and moaning much too loud. You sink your fingers into the layer of fat over his broad muscles, arching your back, feeling so complete. Seeing you so relaxed, feeling so good because of him makes him push as deep as he can, making your toes curl, forcing more of his cum even deeper, a sloppy wet mess that drips out of you when he pulls out. But he revels in those few moments where he's catching his breath, still so deep inside of you, feeling you pulse on him. 

Arthur can’t not hold you afterwards, unsure what to say. He thinks it might be too soon for I love you, maybe you’ll be scared away by his raw sentiments and his lovesick words. But you stare into his eyes; his heart jumps when he blurts it out in the silence, too late to shut his damn mouth. But you only smile and say you love him too. You're the farthest thing from cold, tucked into his chest, not even noticing that the rain has stopped.

Thank you for reading! SO sorry this ended up being so long. Excited to write more for high honor arthur, this was more fun than i thought... I love him 😔😳

[gouraminnow]

Hii, if you still write, could you do a continuation for the yandere shanks headcanons please?

I haven't done hcs for him before? I can do em now tho :) This is mostly the background idea I was working off of for my drabble but it's not super concrete

The guy is notoriously flaky. Honestly I feel like a lot of OP men are. So if you manage to catch his eye in a way that gets him to fixate on you, well... good luck lol

The idea I had for the mini fic I wrote was a civilian Mc who had managed to bargain for a ride to another island, for whatever reason. Nowhere specific, just anywhere but where you are now, and he obliges. The obsession isn't immediate, but he decides there's something about you he likes, whether your funny, charming etc. And since you aren't picky about where he drops you off, you don't question it when he doesn't let you off the next time the Red Force docks somewhere. You believe him when he cites a lack of safety, whether it's corrupt Marine presence, other pirate crews, etc.

And it's fun, anyway. Whatever reservations you had about running off with a notorious band of pirates are easily quelled. Shanks himself is so easy-going and carefree, you open up without realizing or really thinking about it. They're friendly, they invite you to join the party, and they're more than willing to show off for someone so easily impressed. Towards the end of the night, you're throwing bottles into the air, laughing as Yassop easily snipes each and every one out of the air despite everyone being drunk off their asses.

The parties are fun, the food is good, everyone is friendly and you don't think much of the casual affection given by Shanks. Arm around shoulders if he isn't using it to drink, being pulled into his side... what you do think is weird is when you come down with some sort of minor illness, and he insists you stay in his bed rather than the room they set up a cot in. Isn't there an infirmary? He tells you he just feels personally responsible. Wants you somewhere he can keep an eye on you himself. This... doesn't make much sense to you, but you relent. You are his guest after all, you don't want to be rude... Things start adding up. He's the only one who touches you so much. You start noticing the looks the others give the two of you, the way they seem to be herding you towards him... the safety excuse worked the first couple times they wouldn't let you disembark, but the 4th? 5th? 6th? Eventually you learn to stop asking, and opt to try and sneak off while they're on land- and that's when the Marine incident happens, and you learn you have a bounty.

You don't understand how. You stay below deck any time there's any sort of skirmish- and the Red Haired pirates end any conflict awfully quickly. Even if you had been spotted, loitering on deck before being ushered to safety- you doubt anyone survived long enough to speak of you, let alone get a photo. And it's not one you recognize, either. Did someone back on your island report you to the marines, when you decided to run off with a band of pirates? Did Shanks do it? That wouldn't make sense, so you think it was probably delivered by someone scornful back home...

You wake up in bed with Shanks, resting against his chest. You blink, trying to pull away, and for the first time since you've known him his stern expression is directed at you. You'd seen it when pirates or marines were spotted on the horizon, but never because of you, never at you. He finally confirms that you won't be leaving. That he doesn't intend to let you go. And you have a bounty now, anyway, for associating with him, so even if he wanted to part ways it would only endanger you. And that's when it really hits that you had gotten far too comfortable with a group of men who's jobs include the bonus of might making right, of taking whatever they want. But then again, if Shanks still decided he wanted you, having discretion wouldn't have saved you from a man like him.

Now that you know, he doesn't need to hold back anymore. Gone is the cot and room to yourself, you sleep with him. He smothers you- a hand on your hip, thumb gently rubbing. Always looming if you're on deck with him. Pulling you onto his lap to start a makeout session in full view of the others, much to your horror. He's aggravatingly casual about the whole thing, too. Seems to think the best solution to your tears is to hold you close- in reality he does know better, of course he knows it's because of him. He just doesn't care.

[yume-fanfare]

isn't this some lifechangingly cute character design.

[starrysharks]

if you haven’t answered this already- not rlly an art ask but how do you make such great character designs? they’re all so cool what gigabrained magic are you using…

color palettes and motifs - go ham on them!!! it's easier for me because i tend to use very limited color palettes on character designs, but they make or break a design in my eyes so experiment with them (esp based on the emotive/personality associations with different colors). and also motifs - for me the best are the most visual, like certain foods, items relating to the character, or recognisable shapes (such as crescents and stars). study other designs with the same motif and cram as much of it into the design as you can (or as much as you'd like the character's "symbol" to be obvious) !

[junseotual]

the complete eri guidebook (2023) full version under the cut ♡ pdf ver. happy birthday @xiaojuun !! &lt;3

credits. with the help of: meg (@hozierbyrne) // brina (@aquablues) // aléks (@possession1981) // vianey (@souladies) // lili (@ninqz) // aweks (@awek-s) // miha (@jaebeomtual) // rachel (@gnanii) // mare (@dongkwan) // ro (@sunghanbin) // rosie (@kimjiwoong) // lulu (@fushigojos) // sofi (@yukuz) graphics: gift boxes // broccoli // orange fruit watercolor // lip print textures // notion-style scribbles // healthcare vector icons // human anatomy icons // film cutouts pack // 3d travel icons // drinks vector icon set // coffee outline illustration pack // baby vector icon pack

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Final Curse of Ophelia Cray

fun YA adventure

follows a girl who’s seen as cursed because of her recently hanged notorious pirate queen mother, and runs away to the navy where nobody will recognise her

and her half-sister who’s desperate to find her before she’s arrested for using a fake name, to bring her home to their dying father & save the family business

both get on the bad side of some pirates and have to brave storms to find each other

aroace MC, sister relationships

arc from netgalley, out april 9

[goldentigerfestival]

I love the vocal nuance in this exchange, but also posting this for my differences posts because this is one of the changes that infuriates me the most. Yuri didn't threaten Ioder, did not threaten him with a weapon, and just said he'd punch him in a lazy, half joking voice (half joking as in, he really doesn't want to hear that - that's just his way of saying so; but that's not the voice of someone who is super angry and threatening).

My other huge grievance is that this is a recurring issue between them in the dub. Yuri is pretty much always vocally rude to Ioder. Ioder has done nothing to wrong him or anyone and has only ever done good for the people where he's able to.

Yet despite Ioder being nothing but sincere, honest and polite with Yuri, in fact even happy to see him here and there, dub Yuri is outright tonally rude to him leading right up this scene where he threatens Ioder in this dark voice. Meanwhile he's actually just supposed to be… lazily telling Ioder he'll punch him in his Yuri Lowell way of saying "I don't want to hear that".

The dub really just wanted to turn Yuri into this dark edgelord and I hate that for my goofy, silly boy.

[tench]

*seeing Barcus post in the wild* maybe I should go back to finish Baldur's Gate..

[daz4i]

daily "i wanna get back into cosplay but i'm gonna look so bad and no one will recognize who i'm supposed to be and it's gonna fit all awkward so what's the point" time

[doppoorochisimp]

I actually love Doppo's inhability to befriend anyone unless they've beaten the living shut out of him first

[slowdesire]

obviously not caught up with any new txt content because i'm at work but omg i heard yeonjun spoke up about 4th gen being difficult because as much as girl groups have great songs and it's understandable they dominate the charts, boy groups have good songs too and it's been harder for bg's to gain recognition for that work... very brave thing to say and well. that's true i see no lies

[dan-crimes]

Splatoon is a very interesting game cuz I do really enjoy the game I love it lots it's the game I for sure play the most outta any video games and the most consistently at that, but it's also the game I probably get the most mad at as well and I don't get mad at games basically at all lmao like the problem isn't with me losing a game cuz idc abt that as long as I had fun while playing the game, the issue is a lotta the times when I lose a game in Splatoon it wasn't a fun experience at all lmao

[thousand-winters]

I think a lot about this one line from a fic that was something something like "it's perfectly possible for people to be perfectly fine as they are but for them to clash when they're together". Because yeah, not getting along with someone isn't a judgment toward them, it happens sometimes.

I was thinking a lot how about one of my closest friend and I always talked about their problems with their partner and my problems with some friends of mine because it was literally the same. It's just very normal. We both like feeling like what we say matter. It's kind of a bummer when you're so excited about something and talking about it and the other person ignores you completely to talk about something else.

I'm the youngest sibling, you can't get me to be okay with being ignored, it's been too much already /j

But for real, it's not a moral failure, I don't think. It can be attention problems or they just can't handle whatever you wanted to talk about or yeah, they don't care. Kinda stings but it's not the end of the world. Neither of us is a monster for getting bummed out or for not caring sometimes. I admit I put less energy into those conversations when that happens, and that part is on me.

But at the end of the day we just clash a little because of who we are as people. That doesn't make us bad people.

[autumnrory]

cowboy carter is absolutely my fave beyonce album since lemonade like it doesn't seem like a lot that i've already listened twice in two days but for me who so often is like okay i'll listen to a new release and then come back to it in a week or so bc i'm listening to so much other stuff it does show how much i'm into this one