#he gets you clothes with soft and comfy textures

[meownotgood]

Recently I've had this idea of aki with a blind s/o and him getting flustered when they ask to feel his face and call him cute/handsome... what do you think?

ever since you sent this ask, I haven't been able to stop thinking about this... just... aki with a blind s/o or with someone who's lost their sight...

gosh, aki would be so doting and patient, he holds your hand everywhere you go, guides you whenever you need help. be careful, there's a step right here. grab onto my arm, I don't want you to trip. he blushes from his cheeks to his ears when you tell him he has the nicest voice, you place your hands on either side of his face, feel the shape of his jaw and fiddle with the earrings on his lobes and say you bet he's handsome too; aki clears his throat, and he tries to sound normal so you won't know he's freaking out.

he's stuck to your side like glue, careful to make sure you don't get into any trouble, especially with devils. you're the only one who doesn't know how he's constantly staring at you, how he smiles at every little thing you do. he'll describe things to you, all the things you can't see but he wishes you could: the sunset, the ocean, the view of the forest he remembers from his childhood home in hokkaido. you'll ask him to hold your hands and draw the shapes he's describing on your palm with his fingertips, his voice will get real quiet and he'll get shy from the feeling of your hands in his.

[valsdelulucorner]

More Asmo head cannons<3

Ok, so this will be more selfcare head cannons with you then other things, hope you guys dont mind<3

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He 100% buys one of those "make your own facemasks" makers and is surprisingly good at making them, making everyone envious as theirs always falls apart. He always helps you with making yours so you two just enjoy some wine and facemasks while the others struggle with theirs

I love to think that he does those "Trying out every brand social media suggests to me" things and joins you in on them. He does sometimes records these hauls to devil gram but when he's not recording, he loves to experiment them with you. He can tell which ones will make him break out or not so he just put them into a "Give someone else" pile and will slap your hand if you try and reach for them. He will not allow himself to see his darling use just cheep crap like that, i think its best to listen to him. The man knows his stuff

After a long day at rad and having to deal with every day to day shenanigans, he has a bath when he gets home. If you look tired and stressed after the day, he will invite you to join him. If you do, he will help you with your hair and back while you guys enjoy the warm water and each others company. If you don't, he wont really bother you much, maybe reminding you to relax and have a bath when you have time

100% the type of guy to sit with you on his or your bed, face masks on both of your faces while you both drop the dirtiest gossip to each other. He will literally be telling you that one of his friends almost became a father but found out his girl was cheating while doing your nails, stoned face while he goes into deep detail about what happened while you sit there shocked. Loves hearing you gossip about people up in the human world, names and all. He will never meet these people so its fun that you get to name drop, gasping and tuning in while you reveal shit about people from the human world

Loves spa days with you, its always relaxing and he gets a cute buddy to talk with. If his brothers see you two relaxing together, they will basically alert everyone and they will have to join aswell. He's annoyed that his time with you got interrupted by his brothers barreling into his room and joining you both, but is quite amused while he watches things unravel.

Will smugly sit with you on his bed, you both in face masks and holding drinks while his brothers squabble and get confused about the sheer amount of skin care he has. Will make them relace every single one they touched, just out of spite<3

If you have acne and or acne scars, he will use this as a excuse to have a skincare day with you. Will sit you down in either his or your room and just start using products that suit your skin perfectly. If your skin is sensitive and will break out with stronger products, he will use a lot more softer and more organic products that will try and help with your acne. I feel like hes the type of person to not like the feeling of acne so he will use a soft brush and gently use that to spread out the products, its not that he doesn't absolutely adore you, i just have that feeling he is very particular with textures

This man loves the look but hates the feel of velvet, you can not argue with me on this one. He will wear it if its the only thing that suits his outfit but he will be so uncomfortable with it on

Will love to do a clothes swap with you, trying on your clothes while you try on his. He wouldn't normally wear the type of clothes you wear so its such a nice change to see him in something else. "Oh MC darling! These are so comfy, though I think you could use abit more colour" "Oh I just have to borrow this from you sometime hunny"

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I absolutely love asmo, hes such a amazing character<3

[manticore-fangs]

thinking of viking au of ghoap x reader.

you were living out in the wilderness with your finest steed. a purebred friesian horse, sleek black coat and wavy long hair. you had a lantern and ripped rags across your privates areas, clothes ripped from the adventures you withstood and suffered through. only to be caught by men in shiny iron armour. speaking a language you couldn’t understand, it was.. scottish? but you didn’t know as you were shoved down and had a bag over your head.

you later awoke, you were in a bed with comfy sheets and silky blankets. soft furry texture payed across you and the blanket, you were groggy and all you wanted to do was sleep. but you seen two rugged men, they looked at you and the spoke. “ya’ awake lass?” one of them spoke and you nodded. you rubbed your eyes and seen a man with brown hair, shaped into a mohawk while one had a mask. it was made of what looked like a human skull.. but you didn’t ask.

“where am i? wh- your men took me! where’s my horse!!” your worried and the mohawk man shushes you. “yer’ in ma’ village. ya’ crossed our boundary. your horse is okay, she’s at the stable eatin’ apples.” you sighed at the last sentence but you didn’t understand. “i was no threat to you or your men, why did your men do this? i need to get going!” and he grabs your shoulders and pushed you down, shaking his head. “what do ya’ mean by ‘get going’?” he questions and your confused.

you tell them how your father kicked you out because you rejected being married and you didn’t want to get married as your still young and reckless and because if that.. he kicked you out and your mother is looking for you, trying to get you back and you don’t wanna go back. not at all. he nods at everything your saying, with small hums.

“ya’ can stay here. but we hav’ rules.” you look at him, and look down speaking up. “really? i mean, i’m good at horses. i know all the tricks in the books. i’ll do anything for a home.” and he laughs. “ya’ donnae need tae do that lass. one thing.. be my wife?” and you looked at him like he’s crazy. did you not hear what you just said!? you can’t get married.. but..

you start to look at him and your starting to feel a bit more attracted to the man.. maybe you can give this man a chance.

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may write something about this when i have the time! :)

[bobateababe]

~winding down~

Distressing after a long day Ft: Nanami nsfw-ish

Nanami

Nanami always rushes home to you. After a long day of complaining customers and demanding bosses, the first thing he needs to see, to feel and touch, is you. And it's always been you.

He opens the door, and the scent of freshly baked bread fills his nose..he inhales deeply, closing his eyes and savoring the moment of being home. He doesn't bother taking off his jacket, and only does a bare minimum of kicking off his shoes and making himself to the kitchen.

And there you stand, humming jovially in the kitchen...baking his bread, wearing his clothes, in his kitchen. The sight was so pure he might've dropped dead. Snaking his arms around your waist he attacks your face and neck with kisses. You yelp, squealing as he showers you with his love. "Ken!" you laugh. "I didn't even hear you come in!"

He softly bites your neck, sinking his teeth into the soft smooth texture of your skin, inhaling your sweet, strawberry-like scent.

"mmh" he sighs. "Been waiting all day f'you princess..fuck, is that my shirt?" You chuckle, smirking slightly. "mhm! It's just so comfy ken, and it smells just like you." "I've missed you sweetheart. I swear I was goanna go crazy in that damn office if I had to work overtime" he says nuzzling his face in your neck.

You exhale, "oh I know," You capture his lips in a kiss, kissing him softly and sensually. " I know my darling, I'd go crazy too if you left me alone to make bread by myself."

He chuckles, turning you over to face him and kissing your lips softly multiple times. "mmmh.." he sneaks his hand under your shirt, grabbing one of your tits and squeezing slightly. "Ken.." you whisper.."T-the bread isn't finished yet."

"Fuck the bread" he whispers huskily, then grabs your neck and attacks your lips with a full on kiss. "I just want you...you're all I need." He lifts up your shirt completely, sucking on each of your nipples before biting them.

He looks up at you from your breasts suddenly, his eyes wide and blown with lust. "How have I not made you my wife?" he sighs looking in your eyes. Tears of happiness form in yours...a happy, lovesick smile resting on your face. "I think we ought to get married, don't you Ken?" He smiles and shakes his head, slightly pulling down the hem of your shorts and kissing your womb..."Keep up that talk, and I'll just have to put a baby inside you."

[cera-writes]

HIII i dunno if you write this but i saw open reqs and thought I’d give it a shot.

I find it really hard to find male x readers much , i see a lot of GN! Stuff but I’d really like to see m! .

Would you be willing to write a dance/ball scenario with gambit and a male reader where the reader is self conscious about how he looks in his formal clothing , but gambit proves him wrong by whisking him away in a dance and confessing his love after ?

If ur not comfy with it I totally get it and there absolutely no pressure . Writing is all about fun and i LOVE ur fics either way .

A/N: I'd be more than happy to! Thanks for your request Anon! <3 Pairing: Gambit x M!Reader Tags: fluff, confessions, mutual pining, dancing

Magnifique

The ballroom shimmered with a kaleidoscope of colors – swirling gowns the texture of twilight, men in suits as sharp as diamonds. You, however, felt like a lone pebble in this bedazzled landscape. Your tux, though well-fitted, felt foreign against your skin, and your reflection earlier had only intensified your self-consciousness.

A hand materialized on your shoulder, startling you slightly. Gambit’s debonair grin was brighter than any chandelier. “There you are, mon chéri! You look…” He trailed off, his eyes lingering on you in a way that sent a jolt through your system. Was it approval? Admiration?

“Dashing?” you offered with a nervous chuckle.

“Magnifique,” he corrected, his voice a low rumble. “Like a prince who’s stumbled into the wrong kingdom, a touch too serious perhaps.”

You rubbed the back of your neck, mumbling, “I just feel… out of place.”

Gambit’s grin softened. “Den let Gambit show you your place, mon ami.” He extended his hand, the invitation glittering in his onyx and ruby eyes.

Before you could stammer a protest, he swept you onto the dance floor. The music, a sultry tango, swirled around you. You stumbled at first, your steps hesitant, but Gambit was a master. He guided you with a gentle firmness, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

As you danced, a strange confidence bloomed within you. The spotlight seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of Gambit’s presence. He moved with an effortless grace that was both playful and sensual, and you found yourself mirroring his movements, a hesitant smile gracing your lips.

The song ended, and you stepped back, a little breathless.

“See?” Gambit chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You were born for dis.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. You opened your mouth to reply, but he beat you to it.

“De truth is, mon chéri,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “it’s not the clothes dat make de man. It’s de way he carries himself, de fire in his eyes.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear. “And right now, you’re positively incandescent.”

Heat flooded your cheeks. Before you could respond, he surprised you by cupping your face in his hands and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It was a spark that ignited a wildfire within you.

“I love you,” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with emotion.

The world seemed to shrink to just the two of you in that moment. The opulent ballroom, the swirling music – it all faded away. All that remained was the warmth of his touch, the sincerity in his eyes, and the dawning realization that you were truly, undeniably, magnificent in his eyes.

[dexlexia]

by my side - gojo x reader

pairing: satory gojo x reader rating: 18+ summary: Rain hit against the window of your bedroom as Gojo looked down at you with this love in his blue eyes that you couldn't deny. There was something so sweet about his demeanour in that moment. You swore you could almost hear the fluttering of his chest.  tags: fluff, smut, you're so in love omg, gentle sex, pet names, romance, the au where nothing bad happened!

Rain hit against the window of your bedroom as Gojo looked down at you with this love in his blue eyes that you couldn't deny. There was something so sweet about his demeanour in that moment. You swore you could almost hear the fluttering of his chest. 

He had been out all day with his students and couldn't wait until he got home. He wanted to know what you had in mind for dinner and like the helpful boyfriend he was, he made sure dinner was perfect. He even shared his frozen dessert that he picked up for you on the way home from high school. As if he didn't pick you one up too, they even had your favourite flavour in stock today.

It seemed like a perfect day and then when the rain came in the evening. He pulled you up from the couch and laid in bed with you. He was like a very muscular teddy bear, his hand rested on your hip while he used his other to prop his head.

Lightning crossed the sky and you pulled yourself closer to him. You buried your face into the front of his dark t-shirt. He chuckled and placed a hand on the middle of your back. You looked up and he gazed down at you with those sparkling blue eyes. The rain kept coming as he leaned in for a soft kiss. He smiled into the softness as you let go of his shirt and placed your hand carefully on his chest. 

  ”Satoru.“ You said quietly. 

His smile grew as he broke the kiss. Those blue eyes still shined so bright after all this time. Sometimes you could feel the dread in your stomach when you thought you lost him. But he was still here, his heart still beat its familiar pattern and his smile was bright as always. Even with all those scars, even with all the hurt they carried, Gojo still had room in his heart to love you. Because despite it all, it would always be you two. 

  ”Scared of a little lightning?” He asked as he rubbed your back, taking in the texture of the old threadbare shirt you wore. It used to be his but, at this point anything that was his was yours as well. 

  “Nah.” You blushed, “Just took me off guard. I was too busy getting comfy with you.” You chuckled as you felt the heat stain your cheeks, “After all, I have you to protect me.” 

  "You know it.“ He grinned, ”I'll protect you till the end of time. Nothing scared my baby.“ He took your hand and kissed you on the knuckle. He kissed it a few more times and eventually down your wrist before he leaned in for another kiss. He cupped your cheek and pressed his soft lips against yours. 

Your heart raced, there was something dynamic about Gojo that drove you mad. You couldn't imagine a life without the white haired man. He was yours till the end of time, just as he'd protect you, you'd protect him. You felt him relax against your kiss as you deepened it. 

He held onto your cheek a little firmer. He deepened the kiss as well and visibly melted into it. His lips were warm, and still tasted a bit like the dinner you two shared. The bit of salt from the broth lingered on his lips as he kissed you. Both hands started to roam your body, feeling every curve over the clothes you wore. 

You felt your heart leap as his hands trailed further across your body. Your stomach tied in knots over the romantic gesture. Gojo really was unlike any other man you've ever met. You couldn't imagine your shock when you realised that Gojo was a huge romantic and wanted to show you every way he could love another person.

You were lucky to have a man like Gojo in your life, you wouldn't change it for the world as you two continued to kiss. Soon your hands were feeling him up as well and eventually you got brave and dipped your hand into the front of his sweatpants. 

He groaned into the kiss as you got a firm grip on his length. He swallowed back a louder moan as you started to gently stroke it. His heart raced as his hand soon was in the front of your own sweatpants, his long fingers trailed across your sex over your panties (that he picked out that morning). 

  “What's wrong, kitten?” He asked, “Is someone a little turned on?" He kissed down the side of your neck gently and so full of love. His heart raced as his other broad hand trailed up your shirt. He sighed contently at the feeling of your body against him.

The rain grew heavier as he started to undress you slowly, he wanted to savour it. Your form slowly being exposed to him as he helped you out of your clothes. He held his breath when you took off your bra and your breasts were exposed to him. 

  ”Satoru.“

  ”Honey.“ He said as he leaned in and started to gently lap at your left nipple. His tongue brushed against the peak as it got hard and you moaned loudly into the warm air of the bedroom. He tugged at it gently before he continued to kiss along the rest of your breast followed by the right one. His large hands massaged them as he listened to your sweet moans. 

  ”Please, Satoru.” You said almost breathless. You clutched onto the front of his shirt, twisting it in your hands as you felt pleasure course through your veins. You wanted to bury your face into his shirt but his face was currently between your breasts as he showered them with attention. 

Soon you both were pleasuring one another, hand in each other's pants as you both touched one another. You panted wildly as his face was muffled by your breasts that he was engrossed in. He rolled his hips upwards against your hand. He shuddered when your grip tightened around his length, “That's it, honey.” He moaned into your skin.

The feeling was euphoric for both of you, you felt the electricity between you two. Your cheeks felt warmed as he continued to play with your clit, slender fingers rubbed against your most sensitive areas you felt the wash of pleasure over yourself. 

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

Such simple words yet they held such meaning. He kissed your breasts before he became eye level with you. Those beautiful eyes looked at you, his own cheeks were flushed as he held back a loud moan as your hand ran across the most sensitive part of his cock right at the base. 

You leaned in for a soft kiss which you melted into. You moaned into the kiss as he continued to rub up against your clit. Your heart thumped into your chest rapidly as the two of you continued to make out passionately. You loved Gojo, you loved him more than anything. He was more than just a boyfriend, he was your love. He was your everything. 

He pulled away after some time, another rumble of thunder could be heard outside over the hum of the city's traffic. He propped himself up onto the bed. His beautiful nude body on display as he reached out and touched your cheek. 

  “I want you.” He said softly. 

You looked at him, with lust in your eyes, “I want you too, Satoru.” You said quietly as if you were nervous about what you were saying. You let him manoeuvre you,  he laid you on your back as he got between your legs. 

His cock was red and at full attention, you could tell that he was feeling the heaviness of his cock between his legs and you were happy to relieve it. Your eyes met as you wrapped your legs around him, with a little help he slowly sank his length into you..

He watched your facial expressions as he started to move his hips. His strong arms supported him as he moved his hips against you. He observed your flushed face and the sweet sounds you made as he thrusted up into you.  “You are so hot.” He moaned, “Fuck, I'm going to love you forever. Got it?” 

  “So are you, Satoru.“ 

He leaned in and started to kiss you once more. His lips collided with yours as he bent you in half to get a better angle of his cock inside of you. He moaned into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around him, you held him close as the two of you passionately made out.

The sex felt magnetic, it felt alive like nothing else you'd ever experience in a long time. You loved Gojo, he was a light in your life as your bodies moved together. The headboard rocked against the wall behind it and the air in the room grew warmer with the smell of sex in the air. 

His cock hit a sensitive spot deep inside of your pussy and you squealed as you kicked your legs out. But Gojo put your legs back around his waist as he pulled away. He smiled down at you, ”someone liked that, huh?“ 

You exhaled deeply, ”Yes, it feels so good. Like, shit.“ You were panting as you wiped the sweat from your brow as you took another deep breath. You felt your heart racing in your chest before Gojo pulled you in for another kiss. 

The two of you continued to kiss as he thrusted his hips up into you. He moaned into the kiss as he felt sweat drip down his back.  His pace increased as he rolled his hips up against you. His thrusts were at a quick pace as he bullied his cock into you.You moaned loudly into the kiss as you got closer to your orgasm.

He panted wildly as he pulled away from the kiss and stared down at you. He gazed down at you lovingly, a smile on his lips as he continued to thrust. His hands explored your body, his love for you was strong as the two of you continued to make love.

Outside the rain poured. But inside you were both mildly dry, at least with a little bit of sweat on each of you. The kisses continued, they grew hotter and heavier as you two neared your climax. Gojo groaned against your lips as he continued his stroke, the feeling pooled in his stomach as he felt himself closer to climax. 

His heart raced as he made sure to get as deep as possible, he loved you so much. He couldn't get enough of you, you enthralled him. Never had he met a partner like you before, you were his first thought in the morning and his last thought in the evening. 

He looked at you and saw his entire world.  The kiss deepened and the two of you continued to thrust against one another. You moaned into his mouth and kept your arms around his shoulders as the intense feeling of pleasure continued to lap at you.

You broke the kiss and panted heavily and tightened your legs around his waist to give him better access to your sweet pussy. You dug your nails into his shoulder and arched your back. 

  ”That's it, that's my beautiful girl." He groaned as his pace became sloppy. He was near orgasm, he pressed another kiss against your lips as he felt his middle tighten. He gripped onto the bed under you tightly. With a few more laps of his hips, he finished inside of you with a loud groan against your lips. 

At the same time you came as well. You gripped onto him and threw your head back as you climaxed. The feeling was overwhelming. Your toes curled at the sensation. You felt on cloud nine, like nothing else in the world mattered. Your mouth hung open for a moment before you relaxed onto the bed.

You looked up at Gojo with a haze in your eye as he leaned over top of you. He pressed a sweet kiss on your forehead before he pulled out and laid beside you. He pulled you into his strong arms and kissed you on the head. 

  “That felt good.” He said as he started to come down.

You snuggled up against him, and let him kiss at your head. You smiled to yourself as you said, “With you, it always feels good. Thank you, Satoru.” Then visibly relaxed against the bed with a content sigh. 

You both laid there naked on the bed for a bit, enjoying each other's company. Gojo would occasionally kiss your head. You felt warm all over, and you wouldn't have it any other way. 

[another-identityofmine]

Hey!! I have a request, I was wondering if you could write a Elvis X reader. Where Elvis finds us in the kitchen making breakfast(doing housewife duties) and he's just so glad that he married us and he's all lovey Dovey with us and we're just giggling and carrying on🤭🤭

Definitely take all the time you need!! No pressure :)

•I Want A Love I Can See•

Summary: Just a daily vision that Elvis sees everyday after work, who wouldn’t love marriage life with you?

Author’s note: thank you for your request, hun! (Get it? hun, because like your username…no? Okay, uh yup.) anyway, I hope you enjoy this! I’m slowly gonna get out recent requests, and then get out my little fic bits I wanted out. Like I always say, if you ain’t satisfied with it, tell me and I’ll be happy to write you an another to fit your liking! But let’s read on!

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Shutting the door behind him single-handedly, his eyes travel over his tidy and comfy home. The kid’s lunch boxes stored nicely under their backpacks, with all shoes tucked under the coat hanger that hangs their school jackets.

he hums to himself a soft and proud smile, moving his legs smoothly around the corner and into the kitchen. The aura of such sweet baked goods, and savory meals fills the air and surrounds into his nostrils.

it’s so nice to come home to this, he thinks to himself fluttering his eyes closed. Letting his faith and love walk him. After a graveyard shift, to be welcomed with the home clean, the kids still sleeping just until their alarm clocks ring, and his beautiful wife in the kitchen.

He flickers his eyes open and smiles widely at the sight. His darling baby standing in all her glory, her back turned to him as she busies herself with cooking. The oven is stuffed with a blueberry pie has properly done arrays of dough atop that’s just baking into a toasty, yummy treat.

He takes a moment to stand back, and tuck his hands into his pockets. Watching you so elegantly chop the fresh strawberries you had bought the day before, and he just can’t hold back anymore.

Stomping over behind you, and swiftly hugs you into his long arms. You gasp softly in expected surprise, and giggle sweetly. Your voice and sounds are just music to his ears. You shrug your shoulders slightly and snuggle into his chest, but continue to chop the fruits. Hooking his chin over your shoulder, his cheek grazes then presses against your face, you feel his rough, textured skin.

You hum a tune, your knuckles touch against the cool steel of the knife as you expertly glide the knife, through and into the fruit. The red nectar dripping and seeping out from the berries. Elvis watched in awe, wrapping his arms so close into you, his forearms snugging your body so tightly to his.

There’s a comfortable silence. Your breathing and his, in sync and soft. He peppers soft, moist kisses along your clothes shoulder and up to your delicate, warm neck. He presses his body into you. Not in such a sexual, or intimate way. But in such a loving matter.

“how did I get so lucky?” He whispers against your skin warmly. He sighs among and cradles you to him. You only smile and move your cheek to his. He’s bound to pull a Mr. Adam’s. Worshipping his wife from her pretty damn head, to the earth grounds that her yittle toes walk on.

and that’s exactly what he does.

slowly dropping to his knees, sliding his arms down to hug loosely your thighs as he presses his lips to your soft, but sprinkled with bumps of strawberry skin. He kisses every mole and freckle on your arm til he gets to your wrist, tenderly then pulling your hand away from your duties. To kiss the very skilled and dainty fingers that provide love and care to not only him, but the children you both have brought into this world. To show love you can see.

You smile and raise a brow, multitasking when you glance down at his loving gaze and position on the floor. One hand of yours wipe onto your white apron to clean away any sticky, sweet juices, to then ruffle through his fluffy, dark black hair. Giggling when you see he doesn’t pay you no mind, carrying on his worship as he just mutters sweet praises and compliments.

He goes traveling over to your other arm to show some loving, you use your free arm to display and lay out the cut berries into your readied bowl. You roll your eyes playfully, you can feel his hot breath onto the other side of your neck when he finally rises from his knees. Only whispering soft but genuine thank you so so much, hunny. For everything’s, and I love you so so so much’s. You can get used to this.

and you will.

for the rest of your life. Because this is a kind of love that will never grow old.

never.

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author’s note: hopefully this is what you meant(?!) I hope you enjoyed it! And really, thank you for everything @jhoneybees

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

thinking about whether or not FL sheds his fluff

imagine its summer and after a long day of dealing with whatever crap goes down in their workplace while having to deal with the ridiculously high temperatures, reader just wants to cuddle with their beastly lover (who just so happens to be covered in 90% metal and would definitely feel cool to the touch) but as soon as they step into their house, they realise something. There is purple fluff on almost every surface of the house and not a few seconds later did the culprit come sprinting towards the reader, bringing them into a hug, delighted to see them after a long day. Reader reaches to pet FL’s fluff only to watch it fall out with the single light touch. At first they immediately retract their hand afraid that FL has contracted some sort of illness that causes hair (fluff?) loss. FL looks at reader questioningly, wondering why they aren’t giving him his usual pets. Reader tells FL to put them down and as soon as their feet touch the ground, they are booking it out of the house and back into the city to look for Zhongli. After finding the man, they explain the situation and Zhongli laughs, telling them that FL is simply shedding his fur to cope with the hotter weather recently. With this the reader lets out as sigh of relief and heads back hime just to find FL pouting, thinking that reader had abandoned him. Reader then apologises to him and exxplains what happened and the situation is then cleared up.

(Imagine reader collecting the fur and using it for some art project)

-Sleepy anon

sleepy anon, i LOVE the way your mind works

Foul Legacy immediately starts purring and nudging himself against you, getting soft purple fuzz all over your clothes- can you scritch him, please? it's scratchy! he shakes his head slightly and even more tufts of it fall out and drift onto the floor, and you just let out a single long sigh, opening the closet to fetch your broom. the next one to two hours are spent gathering every single bit of fluff that you can find, sweeping it off the floor and tables and random corners of your house- how it got on top of the bookcase of all things, you'll never know- and finally sitting Legacy down and giving his fur and hair a thorough brushing for good measure, clouds of lilac fur clinging to the comb and a very happy purring Abyss creature tilting his head this way and that so you get all the right areas. it takes until nightfall, and you're exhausted afterwards, but finally your house is clean and Legacy has shed all that excess fur, the ruff around his shoulders looking smaller but more manageable and Legacy looking very comfy and pleased with himself

so now you're left with a large bag of shed Abyss monster fur- what do you do with it?

well, the obvious answer is to make it into yarn and knit. not that you really need anything knitted right now, given the temperature and all, but it'll be nice once winter comes around again. you have enough Foul Legacy fluff to knit a few scarves, so the first one you make goes to none other than Legacy himself, who quickly wraps it around his neck with a delighted trill, cooing at the familiar texture and scent. he insists that you make a matching one for yourself- that way everyone knows that you're his and he's yours! the last one goes to Zhongli, who smiles warmly as he picks it up and asks what the material is. without missing a beat you just point at Legacy's fur, and have to bite your tongue to keep from wheezing when Zhongli snorts a laugh into his teacup

[runawaymun]

DISABILITY PRIDE REQUESTS OMFG

Elrond with sensory issues?? Open concept not sure how that would work drawing wise

Disability Pride: Elrond & Sensory Processing Issues

[Image ID: two drawings of Elrond. The top image is Elrond standing in a garden and holding a book. He is an elf with brown skin and dark hair and a glowing crown of stars. He is wearing a soft long gold robe with a blue coat, and wearing low-profile ear plugs to help filter noise. The bottom image is a drawing of Elrond and Celebrían. Celebrían has light skin and freckles and long, curly silver hair and is wearing a purple gown. She is letting Elrond rest on her lap, holding his hand and stroking his hair. Elrond is wearing sound-muffling earmuffs. /.END ID]

I had a lot of fun with this one! It aligns with my general headcannons around Elrond already. I imagine that Elrond is very sound-sensitive and sensitive to certain textures. He can't stand having his hair in his face too much, though he likes leaving some front pieces to stim with (especially while reading), and he prefers comfy, long, loose clothing in fabrics like velvet or silk. He can get super particular about seams and scratchiness. He also deals with chronic migraines (often related to his foresight) and difficulty sleeping. Some days are definitely better than others! The earmuffs were Celebrían's idea and he loves using them on Bad Brain Days. A little head massage doesn't hurt, either. ❤️

Celebrate Disability Pride with me! Send me in prompts for your favorite Tolkien characters, and I'll make you something -- art, headcannons, or perhaps a ficlet.

[catchyhuh]

Sometimes what people wear as pajamas is a weird indicator of personality so... What’s your opinion on their pajamas?

it took less than a second for me to go “how do pjs indicate personaliOhhh wait yeah that does make sense” as I realized I was folding up multiple adult size cartoon character onesies for my own pajama drawer. let’s get into it BUT UH DISCLAIMER i mostly talk about patterns in canon i’ve noticed with just… tiny personal thoughts in here. less headcanons more breakdown. NOW let’s get into it

lupin:

two modes-- soft, fuzzy button up set, or just his underwear. somewhat depending on weather, DEFINITELY depending on mood. i mean you don't wanna get COLD and he got those nice purple heart pajamas with an actual, legal purchase, so it'd be stupid to waste them ALL the time!

there could be a joke here about how he’d probably just sleep naked if the gang weren’t constantly groaning in annoyance, throwing pillows at him begging him to put on some damn pants, but the reality is… he can’t really sleep like that. it’s uncomfy :( he tried :) but it’s uncomfy :(

jigen:

you aren't ready for this. or you are. you likely are, given i had to choose between like 3 different pictures i have of him in fits like this

and i’m dead serious. big ass ankle length nightgown with matching cap. no, really. these are his actual pajamas. they’re comfy to him. i can’t fathom why, maybe the fabric is just equal parts breathable and warm, maybe he did this once for the bit and realized it was the best sleep he ever had, WHATEVER, these are his pajamas, and no amount of teasing by now will stop him from changing into these before going to bed

i have to respect them for committing to this bit, because you think, oh, he’s the coolest. he wouldn’t have lame pajamas. no he does. very lame. hilariously so. arose such a clatter type shit. nighty night scrooge

fujiko:

now, she would LIKE to say big, fluffy, fancy nightgown… but the texture feels bad scrubbing against your skin all night, so she usually just opts for a simpler nightgown. or, like lupin, just her underwear. obvious fanservice aside she’s clearly comfy bundled up like that so you show em how its done fujiko

no matter how cold it gets, she can never really sleep in pajama pants. shorts, maybe, but anything that reaches past her knees feels restrictive, hence why she normally just goes for the nightgown. she doesn’t even kick in her sleep idk why it’s such a big deal!

goemon:

i had to look through a bunch of stuff because i was like. wtf. what DOES he wear to bed. he can’t just be wearing his usual clothes all day and night, it would be uncomfortable. so i’ve come to the conclusion that these virtually identical clothes here are just made of a softer material, designated as goemon’s jammies

or he just. sleeps in his underwear. it really is comfsorry the mental image of the camera panning across three beds where they’re sleeping in their underwear vs jigen still rocking the victorian fit is killing me a bit

zenigata:

have you noticed he sleeps with his hat on more than jigen does. isn’t that fucked. jigen has a special sleeping hat but the alleged NON-hat-obsessed guy is the one sleeping in it. due to his… hectic routine, he never really has a default type of pjs. either he just sleeps in what he was already wearing (c’mon, man) or he’s packed like, some pajama pants, or (take another shot because this series loves this gag) just hits the hay in the heart print boxers. jigen really is a scientific outlier.

USUALLY if he’s bothering to actually change, it’s just the undershirt he’s already got on and some comfy pants, the kind you can get at like walmart for five bucks, so if he’s forgotten to bring them it’s no biggie. damn anon was right this IS a personality indicator!

BONUS YATA!:

as we have oft discussed, yata is a man we have all met at one point in our lives. so, yata has the basic boring man pajamas. t-shirt that’s too big for him but he forgot to return it, and seasonal pajama pants. the pants always seem to mismatch the season, he wore the snowflake ones during summer, and now he’s wearing the halloween ones in winter?

the shirt itself is also mundanely mysterious. nobody can really place the logo on it, and he doesn’t really remember where he got it from either. it doesn’t bother him too much until it’s pointed out to him

[fruit-sauce]

im so happy other people have the headcanon of “qsmp eggs look like their parents + start looking like the people they hang most around” because i’ve had that idea since like. day one of the eggs lmao

i’ve only drawn dapper, but! i have many design ideas that i wanna write out (bc i might forget them lol), if you have any questions, feel free to ask them, I love talking about my designs, they are weird and silly and i love them all, i promise i will not be upset if you ask something i will instead by very happy

first, each egg started off basically as a blank slate (this is all with human designs in mind), just whatever is their defining detail but also pure white clothes, white hair, etc. but the more they hang around their parent(s), they go through a transformation and then look like their parent(s), typically after an emotional/impactful moment, like how pokemon evolve in the anime

second, to be more specific, every egg has different “Styles” that match each of their parents, as well as a few having mixes of parents (the beginning 8 [except Tilin and Dapper] and Richas w/ TazerCraft) called Duo Styles. All these Styles represent and resemble their parents in some way. 

Still, these Styles can change over time, fading when a parent is absent, or warping to fit the people (not their parents) that are around them the most. This came from the idea that BBH takes care of a lot of the eggs very often, even being referred to as another parent. but what if he hangs around them so much they start to look like him,,, as an example, now that Tallulah sees Phil as her father figure and wants him to refer to her as his daughter, she technically has two Styles, Wilbur and Phil, but since Bad takes care of her so often, tiny details start to change. most obvious, her eyes are becoming lighter, like Bad’s pure white eyes, as well as the tips of her fingers and fingernails creepily starting to turn into the charcoal black that Bad’s skin is. 

Warping to Styles can be stopped if the egg accepts the person as their parent, in that case, a new Style would be made, and the previous Styles revert to being not affected. 

Negative relationships with eggs or even between egg partners will reflect in the egg’s Style, for example, Mariana and Slime’s... thing they had going on? It showed in JuanaFlippas Duo Style

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this is gonna be an entire essay, i’m sorry, but now its full on ramble time of each egg, some things will be vague, i’m just too lazy to try and describe it fully, while others i have more specific ideas that i wanna talk about ok lets get on with this mess:

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Bobby - Since he had such a close, positive relationship with both parents, Bobby has fully defined Styles of Jaiden and Roier, both having full patterns and even a bit of color in his hair. He also has a Duo Style, again, very developed, comfy, and stylish. As for any particular warping, he wore fingerless gloves (Cellbit), had yellow and green accents in his clothing (Mariana and Slime), and had slightly light eyes but nearly had his hands fully black (BBH)

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Chayanne - Fully defined Style of Philza, even to the point of having small crown shaped arm bands from his stories of Techno. As for Missa, his Style is less defined from not being around very often, but still very Missa, lots of bones and purples/blues. His Duo Style is more leaning towards Phil, but noticeably different from Phil’s Style. His clothing has soft yellow accents (Wilbur), a leather holster for his sword and one shoulder pad (Fit), and lately, his eyes are pure white (Missa Style already had pretty light colored eyes, but they’re now pure white from Bad)

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Dapper - He’s basically Bad’s mini self, I’ve already made a design for him a while back, but it needs to be updated. After Baghera, he now has a second style! Lots of soft, fluffy colors and textures. Owns a pair of sunglasses that he wears every now and then (Max), has some brown accents in his clothing and a dark grey glove on his left hand (Fit), horns have bright yellow tips, his shoes have purple accents, and his hair is braided back in Baghera’s Style (Forever), and his clothes have gold and diamond details (Foolish and Skeppy respectively)

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JuanaFlippa - With Slime’s Style, the ends of her limbs and hair were slime-like and green, and even had one of the slime creatures (?) that Slime has on his head and shoulder. Mariana’s Style wasn’t as defined, but still had the same colors and generally shapes. Her Duo Style was messy and vague, kinda like if you took the two main Styles and mushed them together, instead of being a third new one.

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Leo - Very defined Styles of Foolish, Vegetta, and Duo. Foolish’s Style has many gold and emerald details, and is comfortable to even swim in (because shark). Vegetta’s Style resembles Trunks/Bulla from Dragon Ball because haha funny. While not being a parental figure, Leo does have a Roier Style, with heavy details of Cellbit. They have semi-red horns (Bad), black accents in their clothes (Bad and Max), and fingerless gloves (Cellbit)

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Ramon - Duo and Spreen Style has nearly fully faded, but Fit’s Style, similar to Bad and Dapper, is very much like Fit himself. Lot’s of warping from Bad, charcoal skin goes up past his knees and elbows, horns are almost fully red, and eyes are also nearly fully white. He wears fingerless gloves and has a white streak in his hair (White streak earlier resembled Spreen, but is now closer to Cellbit’s hair)

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Tilin - Never formed a Luzu or Duo Style, and his Quackity style barely resembled Quackity. Bright purple eyes and accents in clothing (Jaiden), bright red accents and spider web details (Roier), red/white shoes and green under shirt (Slimcicle)

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Trumpet - Dan and Duo Styles vaguely resemble Dan at all, but it was still noticeable. On the other hand, Maximus’ Style was very defined. Had pure white eyes and red horns (Bad)

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Tallulah - Again, Wilbur’s Style resembles Wilbur exactly, even after all this time. She doesn’t use his Style since he left, but it’s still exactly how it was since then (aside from warping). She had HEAVY warping from Phil, but since asking him to refer to her as his daughter, she now has a Philza Style. She has a lot of colors in her clothing, im gonna have fun designing her (i say, through gritted teeth) Her hair is now a lighter brown, nearly a dirty blond, and is braided back (Forever), eyes are fully white, hands are becoming that pure black, and she has many black accents in her clothing (Bad), a white streak in her hair and some dark brown accents in clothing (Cellbit), previously had dark brown eyes, still has light brown/blue accents (Fit), previously had dark blue accents(Quackity, not anymore tho), and her horns are purple (Jaiden). I’m gonna regret doing this once I get to drawing her design but its ok i’ll survive. maybe.

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Richarlyson - Style for all five parents, Felps is the least defined but still there, and TazerCraft does have a Duo Style. He also has a Quackity Style, but that has been slowly fading since the arrival of El Quackity. Red horns and black accents (Bad), yellow accents (Baghera), and a few emerald details (Foolish)

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Pomme - Has five Styles, but Kameto’s is basically just a dark blue dress since he was barely there, all others are very defined. Consistently has bright blond hair in all Styles (Forever), red accents in clothing (Forever and Bad), and has some black accents (Bad)

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This is gonna be the death of me but I just needed to get these ideas and designs out of my head, I draw so slowly and I didn’t wanna forget anything so spitting them out in text form was my best bet, once i finish this kirakira precure drawings, i’ll start drawing these out, some of the wording might be confusing, i apologize, but it’ll all make sense once i draw them out

[kndrules]

What fashion types would Sector V have? Going beyond "core" type stuff. What would they feel most comfortable wearing? Bonus if it's for both causal and "going out"/fancy.

I definitely have thought about this a lot let's see

Nigel- Well, Nigel is weird because his canon clothing choices are baffling. But you gotta respect it. Shorts in the winter?? Sure. I think Nigel always leans towards looking "put together". Even his most casual outfits will have a clean, sharp quality to them. I definitely subscribe to the idea that he wears leather jackets as a teenager, but as he gets older his style becomes more like "library employee". Sweater vests and always an ironed pair of slacks. Cozy but classy sweaters.

Here's some examples from raverly cuz this is how my brain works now I guess

Another important point about what Nigel wears is that he converts to Judaism as an adult when he marries Lizzie. So throw in some cute fair-isle kippahs.

I always imagined Nigel prefers muted colors, of course leaning towards warmer palettes.

Nigel's formal and casual outfits definitely overlap, but we see in the show that he enjoys dressing black tie given the opportunity (though, notably with a bowtie, not a necktie haha). So in a very formal setting, he's breaking out the James Bond style suits.

Hoagie- I had to rethink the way I make Hoagie dress after my gender headcanons changed for her rather dramatically. But in high school, it's the same because she's not fully out yet. She relies on button down shirts with fun patterns and ironic graphic tees so that she doesn't have to spend much time thinking about what she's wearing, and during this time in particular, I imagine she had a somewhat emo-lite style going on (a lot of black in that waredrobe).

After she starts dressing in a way that's more comfortable for her, I like to draw her in loose, comfortable blouses. I think she still prefers pants over skirts so that she can move freely. And a comfortable pair of sneakers or loafers with added support is important.

This is again a circumstance where casual and formal outfits can overlap. I could see Hoagie not being very good with dressing very formal, preferring to be comfortable. I need to play around with all these ideas for her though.

Kuki- Big, oversized, comfy!!!!!! and CUTE!!!! She loves skirts and tights, not a huge fan of pants but will wear shorts if she has to (shorts with thick leggings underneath if it's cold out). She likes her clothes to be roomy for sensory reasons, and she loves to flap her long sleeves. Another sensory thing is texture- the clothes that touch her skin gotta be soft. I project a lot of my sensory particularities onto her, so she hates denim and any thin, plasticy feeling material. She won't wear something if it's not cute. Bright colors are preferred.

She loves dressing up as a teenager. Knee-length prom-style dresses with frills and glitter are fun!

As she grows up, she has to dress more refined. She still doesn't wear pants, preferring dress suits instead. She doesn't actually like wearing dress suits, but she has to for work. The second she gets home, the comfy clothes come on. There's always a little trace of her personality still on her work and formal clothes as an adult- a little hint of color or something.

Wally- This kid barely gets any new clothes through his adolescence. His sweatshirts and pants are all old, worn out, dirty and gross. This is partially because his parents can't afford much, but he's also resistant to change like that. He likes the clothes he has, they're comfortable and worn-in. He doesn't like the idea of new stuff. Wally likes oversized clothes, too. Baggy sweatshirts and baggy blue jeans. His jeans either have to be hemmed shorter by his mom or they get all muddy and ripped up at the bottom, because they're too long for him. He doesn't care about looking "good", he only cares about looking "like a boy" (based on his own definition of what that means).

Don't bother asking him to dress nice for a formal event. He's just gonna show up in one of these:

In med school and as a doctor, he has to conform to some degree. I've always had this ridiculous headcanon that in med school he starts wearing polo shirts with popped collars, like a classic douchebag. He starts caring about his clothes getting ruined, because clothes have become a status symbol thing to him, and also because he's not used to the idea of "just buying new ones". His clothes still stay comfortable as much as possible, though. He will wear jeans and a t-shirt any time he can. And of course, scrubs are a must. As an adult, he can get through a formal event, but only just barely. He will never know what he's doing in that regard.

Abby- She's a stud, this is so important to my version of her. Her style is kind of "butch-athletic", with relaxed jeans, big t-shirts, jerseys and jackets. And nice sneakers.

(images from pintrest)

(Note that unlike these images, Abby doesn't wear makeup)

A good real life style reference for Abby is the musician Syd

Abby also prefers to keep her hair in protective styles as much as possible, for ease. Since she can't keep her hair like that all the time, in-between styles she still keeps it gently out of the way.

Her style is always pretty casual, but it's easy to dress it up with smart blazers! As an adult, she leans towards casual-ish pants suits. Blazers with regular undershirts and relaxed slacks.

[uriekukistan]

Yuuta + 2, 14, and 18 for the ask! :)

hiii bre thank u for the ask !! hope ur doing well :D & thank u for asking abt yuuta he's one of my favs i feel like i dont talk abt him enough tho

i got kinda long winded on these sorryyyy i have a lot of bottled up thoughts abt him bc i just. never talk abt him for whatever reason.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

the fact that love is so central to his character, i think it brings a lot to jjk, especially against a villain like sukuna who thinks love is pointless. im having doubts after recent chapters, but i was really hoping to see him and yuuji take down sukuna together, since so much of what they do is motivated by love, and i think that would just be so poetic.

but like yuuta has rika bc he loved her sm when she was alive. he nearly sacrifices himself in jjk0 bc he loves his friends sm. he takes on gojo's burden bc he loves him. his domain is literally true & mutual love like kfjghkfjghdkj

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

i think his first priority is being cozy. like he always picks things that are comfy and have a good fabric texture. his clothes gotta be soft. no scratchy fabrics in this wardrobe. i can see him enjoying the like. "soft boy" type clothing w sweaters over collared shirts and a lot of pastel blues.

he's probably got white sneakers tho. and unpatterened socks. perpetually smells like fabric softener bc again no scratchy clothing.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

i could talk about inuokko but im not going to. just know they're always on my mind 🤞

okay initially i was gonna talk about yuuta's relationship w gojo bc it's been on my mind w the recent chapters, but actually, i want to talk about his relationship with yuuji bc i think everyone wants to put them in competition w each other too frequently, so it gets neglected.

i wish we could see a bit more of them together bc i think yuuta could share a lot of wisdom w yuuji. he once carried a lot of guilt bc of the actions of rika, and he too wrestled w the idea of whether he deserved to keep living, but anyway, even without that, i really like what of their relationship we do get to see. i mean just look at this, yuuta's known yuuji for a total of like. twenty minutes maybe but he's already figured him out.

actually just in general, i've noticed that he seems to be closest with characters that are generally "different" and somewhat lonely because of that. gojo is lonely because he is strong. maki is lonely because she's different from her family. inumaki is lonely because he can't speak with his friends normally. yuuji is lonely because he's lost so much, and he's sukuna's vessel, so many people want him dead or dont see him as human. and all of these are people that yuuta takes extra time to understand or build closer relationships with. im sure it comes from how lonely he felt growing up with a malicious curse that wouldn't let anyone near him, so he doesn't want anyone else to feel alone </3

[justalonelyslytherin]

Blanket with Curtis

I meed it now 😭😭😭

Love you Aly 🫶🫶🫶

Nana I'm so sorry this took so long! I rewrote this a dozen times, hope you like it <3

Blanket

“Curtis?” Turning down the handle, the door creaked as it slowly opened. She stuck her head through the open slit between the door and frame, squinting into the bedroom. She’d been looking for her boyfriend after arriving home, neither finding him in his workshop nor in the living room. No wonder she hadn’t found him anywhere. 

There on the bed lay a muscular lump, mighty shoulders rising with each relaxed breath, a tiny snore leaving his lips. He was laying on his stomach, hugging his pillow, face pressed against it in a way she was sure he’d have a line or two across his forehead and cheeks once he woke up. Teasingly his tanned, bare skin peeked out from the blanket - her special, soft blanket - his strong neck molding into his shoulders, muscles taught under the skin. It was a small display, yet made her wonder if there was more of his skin bare and ready to discover under the blanket.

The blanket..

The Blanket?

Taking a second - closer - look at what was draped over him, she snorted. Quickly putting her hand over her mouth, she stifled the noise, not wanting to wake him up. What a sight to see. Curtis, big, grumpy, by all means constantly imposing and menacing and draped over his strong back, round buttocks and sinfully fit legs was her incredibly soft, gray faux-fur textured blanket. The one he always wrinkled his nose about, denying her to drape it over him when they snuggled on the couch. In fact he kept as much distance from it as he could, like it was some deadly, poisonous thing. He’d crumble and moan about it at least once a week, claiming to find it’s shed fluff everywhere in bed. 

So much for disliking her extra blanket, one she liked to remind him, she only needed, because it was always unbearably cold to sleep during the night. Smiling to herself, she slipped into the room, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible. Her bag she placed onto the armchair in the corner of their room, soon followed by her jeans and her shirt as she slipped every piece of clothing off. Padding over the wooden floor on nacked feet, a shiver ran up her spine. It made her steps quicken until she was kneeling on the plush mattress. In no time she had slipped under the covers, shimming closer toward him. 

As if he could sense her even in his sleep, Curtis' arm stretched out. He was so in tune with her, always making sure she was close and secure and finding her if it wasn’t the case. Sidling up even closer, her hand reached out. Nimble fingers caressed his back, trailed over his bare skin, hidden underneath the blanket. There was a warmth that radiated from him, wanting to make her purr like a cat at its favorite sunbath spot. Trailing upwards the tips of her fingers danced over his neck, caressing the lines of muscles stretching up from his shoulders. The prickly, buzzed hair at his nape tickled her fingers.

A loud sigh left his lips, followed by a distinct smacking sound that made her smirk. With a small hum his head leaned into the touch, face turning so she would continue scratching at his particular sweet spot. For a couple of blissful moments Curtis simply enjoyed the sensations slowly lulling him out of his nap. 

Then he turned towards her. With his eyes still closed he started inching over the mattress until his fingers bumped against her arm. Giggling, she scratched harder, Curtis moaned in response. Lazily he opened one eye, startling blue, still clouded over with the last droplets of sleep, he looked over at her, lips curled up in amusement.

A squeal left her lips as he moved at once, choosing to come even closer and drape himself over her. His weight pressed her further down onto the mattress and his warmth instantly enveloped her, as his head laid onto her chest. Set on getting comfy again, Curtis had closed his eyes, until he realized he felt nothing but her soft skin. Lifting his head, he glanced down, a brow in return flew up so fast it made her snort. Said snort turned into a fit of giggles as he lifted the blanket and stole a look down her body.

"Are you trying to entice me?” He rumbled deeply, grinning up at her again as he chose to place his head back on her chest.

“Enjoyed your sleep?” Curtis let out a huff at her diversion, followed by a grunt, his substitute to opening his mouth and saying yes.  “Even with my oh so troublesome blanket you so despise?”

That made him pause. Seconds went by with silence between them, only to be broken by his groan, as he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. Grumbling under his breath, his lips descended on her sweet flesh. A shaky breath left her lips as he nibbled on her collarbone, working his way up her neck.

“Don’t try to distract me,” she mumbled, breathy and uneven, as she put her hand on his neck and tugged. He didn’t budge because of her power - or rather lack of - but because he indulged her. 

“Shut up,” he grumbled, no blow or anger behind it. It was a joking rebound, one entirely aimed at distracting her from teasing him any further. 

“Nu-uh. Not gonna happen~” Her sing-song was accompanied by a grin. “Just admit it.”

With a sigh he rested his chin in the middle of her chest. She had to glance over her nose to be able to see him. “Oh, don’t look at me like that,” she moaned, pouting at the defeated look on his face, as it rested there, the swells of her breasts cushioning him.

Curtis' arms snook around her middle, distinctly tightening around her waist as he nuzzled his nose along her collarbone. “It smelled like you. And I sleep better when you are with me.” 

The confession took her breath. Mouth open and gaping she looked at him, features softening. “My big, bad, scary boyfriend. Deep at heart you are but a grumbly teddy bear, aren’t you?”, she cooed, trailing her finger over his cheek.

“If I agree, will you finally shut up and let me cuddle you in peace?”

“Add a kiss and we have ourselves a deal.”

“If it’s only that.” With that he lifted to his elbows, coming eye to eye as he was the one to peer down on her now. He hovered over her, noses bumping against one another as he leaned down to kiss her dizzy.

[random4townheadcanons]

T has slight sensory issues, yeah he has ADHD but there’s more to it.

sometimes when he gets overwhelmed he just sits in his room, in the dark. In soft clothes listening to white noise.

no itchiness from tags, no gagging from chunky yogurt, no blinding lights, no overly loud sounds. just him, his room, and some static.

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Aaron T has sensory issues

He has uncommonly strong senses, so he can get overwhelmed more easily than other people do, but he never makes a big fuss about it. The main sensory issues he has are with foods. The smell, the taste, and the texture all play a role in his tolerance for it. He’s not an insanely picky eater, but there are a few foods that he can not eat because of his sensory issues. He can not handle the thought of seafood, he can’t smell it without looking like he’s about to pass out from holding his breath for too long. The members don’t go to restaurants that serve seafood because T can smell it from a mile away and will not be able to get any closer to it. The other members also never eat seafood if T is home because they love him too much to put him through the suffering and none of them are particularly in love with eating it anyway. T also hates scrambled eggs. It’s not like seafood where he can’t be within a mile radius of it, but he can not eat them. It’s more of a texture issue than it is a smell one, as with most other foods he doesn’t like. He wears baggy clothes not only because they fit his aesthetic, but also because they’re most comfortable to him. He doesn’t usually wear anything that’s very tight or uncomfortable, only occasionally if he really likes the way it looks but he typically sticks to oversized t shirts, sweatshirts, hoodies, baggy denim cutoff shorts/jeans because it makes him feel the most comfy and like himself, and he thinks he looks his best in them. Z is similar, he has some mild sensory issues with clothes and he also wears mostly baggy clothes, and him and T share a lot of their clothes despite the fact that T is much smaller than Z. The other members are always looking out for T whenever they’re in situations that they think might give him sensory overload. Z and T’s near-telepathic connection has made it much easier for T to get out of overwhelming situations without making a big deal out of it because Z can always make an excuse for them to leave and go somewhere else and T doesn’t have to feel guilty for abandoning everyone. T doesn’t get sensory overload super often, he can handle a lot but Z and the other members always have an eye out for him and will give him a look that says “are you ok?” If they think their environment might be too much for him. T is extremely grateful to have people in his life who understand him to the extent that they do, and even though T is one of the most mellow and low maintenance members, it makes him really happy to know that they always will be there to make him feel safe.

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Motion, texture, and hair for all of them? c:

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Hope you had the nicest of days! Meanwhile interesting, interesting...

Tis the prompt list

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

Alyra: She moves with a purpose. Very coordinated, her professional deformation is trying to move always without making noise. One would dub her as elegant, when the situation requires it. Likes constrictive garments on her upper body -corsets and stays-, but her legs need to have space to move.

Raina: Hear my struttin' do do do / Struttin' my way all over you 🎶 She has a presence. She's a shadow, she can melt in and you'll never watch her... but naturally? She struts into the room and you'll just see her. Walks with decision like she owns the place. Can't stay still for one minute. Comfy clothes, she doesn't wear skirts, doesn't like constrictive garments.

Garrett: He can get clumsy. Heavy steps, you'll hear him coming and walking in for another reason than his sister. He'll trip and fall because he's looking at the plants. Hence, he can dress formally if it's really really necessary, but the shoes needs to be broken in, large and comfy. Hates the feeling of new shoes.

Aisling: She's quite flexible and agile. Knows how to move her body, you'd look at her and think she's an air-head that trips on her own feet? Watch her cartwheeling on a running horse, and she's quite a good dancer. She'd go for trick-riding in a modern AU and be GOOD at it. If she can choose, she picks the comfiest clothes around too, stuff she can move into and that she feels no problem in getting dirty in the stables.

Radha: She's silent. Won't catch attention on purpose and keep on the side of the room at all cost. Will catch attention anyway because she's the most naturally poised and elegant of the bunch. Spine straight, quietly strutting, more than one noble mistook her for noblety or thought she was the Inquisitor, not Aisling. Likes crop tops and jackets because they won't rise up is she bends.

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

Alyra: Brocades. She has a magpie brain and will love anything shiny. Silks will feel posh and like she's clean and fresh, she'll love them. Doesn't have many issues with textures in fabric. In a modern AU, tho, she'd consider jersey a personal offense to good taste.

Raina: Will have the hickies for velvet, the texture is off for her and it's difficult to clean. Will be extremely suspicious on any fancy cloth that you can't wash easily ("You can see this dress was planned by a person who never had to take care of his own laundry <_<" she'd say). Loves linen and wool, if it's not the scratchy wool that itches your skin.

Garrett: Will love wool. You can spin it thin and make it soft, you can spin it loosely and make it thick. It's easy to wash and practical and warm. Will actually really like velvet.

Aisling: Would love velvet and spend hours caressing a velvet dress. She'd mind it being difficult to mantain. Silk is too slippery and she won't like it in contact with her skin, as well as lace. Would love jersey in a modern AU.

Radha: Doesn't like scratchy wool on her skin, at all. Loves her leathers, won't disdain some brocades and silks in rich jewel colours. Equally will hate lace, it's too frilly, it's too pricey, it scratches your skin.

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

Alyra: Let her hair grow when she became the Arlessa. Loves long hair and braiding her own hair, hates how much it catches dirt and leaves on the field. Having long hair the way she likes is a wild luxury.

Raina: Long hair, like skirts and much feminine clothing, give her gender disphoria. Hates herself with long hair. Leandra forced her to keep it long, she chopped it all off herself arrived in Kirkwall and never went back from a short pixie cut.

Garrett: Lets Raina do her hair, he's happy if it doesn't get in his eyes. Chill about the hair, he's extremely meticulous with his beard. His beard is his pet project, it's in shape, it's luscious, it's always tidy. Best beard in Thedas, sorry Blackwall.

Aisling: As a child, she would have given an arm to have curly hair like Radha. In the impossibility of it, she kept it long and braided back. She's good at braiding, loves to braid hair for people she loves. Cut it at her shoulders before leaving for the Conclave for practicality, and because she's too lazy to take care properly of long hair without some external help. Stopped braiding it in Haven to partially hide the tattoos on her brow and feel a little less "foreign".

Radha: She is irked by her own hair. It's curly and unruly and she hates having them in her face or tickling her neck and not being able to brush if it's not wet and you live in the woods... Nope. She tried many options, from braiding them tightly (Aisling did it) and keeping the braids, to cornrows. A whole assortments of undercuts. She came to short on top of her head and buzz-trimmed on the sides and back and is happy like that. Will eventually go for a buzzcut.