#i cant decide on what hair texture to give her so you get All of them

[sillyfairygarden]

[h20 voice] oh no, cleo!

[moodymisty]

Hi! Ive read most of your darksiders content and I absolutely LOVE. IT.

I wanted to ask if you could write some smut for death? And while hes gentle with it to not hurt the fem! Reader he kinda cant cope on like how soft the reader is (as in,stroking his hair,telling Him nice things,checking every once in a while to see if hes comfortable) andhe knows she does that because she cares about him and the moment being so vulnerable he kinda cracks a little (what I mean by that is that he lets it show accidentally how positively overwhelmed he feels by her love)

Honestly,i just want death to feel loved.

Anyway,take your time and thanks in advance yo!.

Author’s Note: Let Death have a moment of peace and happiness, he deserves it. I love your prompt and did with it what I could while trying to keep it in line with what Death would allow. Because I feel like he would find some things demeaning, even if it's someone being caring.

Relationships: Death/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slightly NSFW, Death being a bitter git but not much else

The first thing you hear over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears and labored breathing, is Death asking if you are well.

He always tries to be gentle- though not as much this time- even if he isn’t meant for it. It almost makes you smile.

“I should be asking you that too,” You say between breaths. Your skin brushes against his, significantly cooler. He gives a short grunt that you could consider a laugh, given who it's coming from.

“Is that because I’m old?”

You give Death the worst glare you can muster, rolling on your side closer to him in order to do so.

“Now isn’t the time for age jokes, Death.”

The Reaper gives you a dry chuckle, ignoring the way tour hands push down on the mattress beside him in order to push your torso upward. He does little more than cross his arms as he leans against the headboard. You wouldn’t call it casual- not relaxed either- but he is more at ease than usual.

“A pity then. I thought it was a good one.”

He distinctly ignores the irritation in your face as you come closer, now leaning over his torso to look him better in the eyes.

He’s still wearing the mask. It shadows his eyes and gives them an almost ghostly, glowing look. You’d never have the heart to ask him about taking it off, now knowing what it means. He’ll decide when, if ever.

It’s not as if it’s a hindrance for him, as he’s demonstrated.

“You need to just let someone care about you without turning it into an insult.”

As if he would ever; The reaper is clearly displeased with that statement, until you start to shift and rise upward. You get up onto your knees, moving until your straddle him at the hips. You sit down gently. Death looks at you, his height advantage making it so he doesn’t even have to look up at you.

He can feel your hands against his skin, scarred underneath your palms. He snatches one of your wrists before you've even moved more than few centimeters.

“Are you done fooling around?” He halfheartedly jokes, looking at you with a bemused and irritated expression. You tug your hand, and the reaper lets it go. You know he could easily not let you, but he's always been careful with it.

“Not yet.”

While Death might not always acquiesce on all of your silly, human ideas, he does here- much to your surprise. Maybe it's because this time he actually doesn't know what idea it is.

Though in reality it isn't one at all; It's just a fit of the moment desire to get Death to stop acting this way for once.

He continues to let you lay against him, gently pressing a kiss to the scratched and worn texture of his mask and the bit of his exposed jaw beneath it. He doesn't move, you feel his hair brush against your skin. You're surprised he's even allowed it this far, at least without complaint. Though when it comes to things a bit more complicated than you just being a tad annoying, Death tends to get almost eerily silent.

Your skin brushes against his more, you've yet to put any clothes on and the heated flush of your body presses against his significantly colder skin. You kiss his jaw again and he lets out a sigh.

As your body slides downward you can feel him tense underneath you, and though he doesn’t say a thing, you can tell that the idea of him being doted on is making him feel almost anxious. Any time you have in the past he's either masterfully turned the tables on you, or managed to distract you enough that you'd forgotten your original idea.

This time however, you aren't going to let that happen.

You can’t help but let out a shaky sigh as your heart begins to race again, only minutes after it finally managed to calm down. It’s amusing how the horseman of Death can do that to you, with even just a simple touch of your own making.

He feels the way you gently grind against him, looking at him like he’s the only thing in your world that matters. For you it’s true, but for him he dreads it. He knows nothing good will come of it, despite how good it might feel right now.

He grips your hip tight like it’s going to bruise. He can feel the warmth of your skin against his palm, polar opposite to him.

“Stop.”

He doesn’t mean it, his voice cracks just the tiniest bit. You stop, but look at him in a way that forces his eyes to advert away from you. You hate the way he so adamantly refuses to let himself feel any sort of positive affection even though it's clear he wants it, and so wish to change it. Even if he'll only let you do so for one night.

“Let someone else take the reins for a bit.”

[princesssmars]

part of your world

finally created the little mermaid!au fic with prince abby and ariel reader

abby longs to see the world. little does she know that a horrible storm and haunting voice will give her what she's looking for.

wc : 918

contains : readers skin and appearance aren't described besides your hair being long! i also described it as flowing down but i thinkk that can apply to different hair types/textures.

a/n : thinking about doing a mermaid abby version since people were asking! i'm so against disney's remake mania but go watch the little mermaid 2023 if you haven't already halle was a knockout.

abby who has lived most of her life longing for an adventure. often thinks back on how when she was younger she and her mother would take trips on a royal ship to nearby islands and towns, spending time in the markets and having picnics on the beaches.

how when her mother died in a shipwreck she was devastated, her father banning most non-trade sailing only adding to it. after a few years, she manages to convince her father to let her join some of them and she's never felt so at home as she does on the seas with her crew.

but for a night luck wasn't on her side. one moment she's laughing and singing a sea shanty while some of the crew life her up on their shoulders and the next she's fighting to stay above water, watching the sea phoenix go down in flames.

the first thing she hears when she gains a bit of consciousness is a voice. its blurry at first but then it becomes soft, melodic, almost angelic. when she opens her eyes a bit she sees a figure of a woman before its gone in an instant.

for the next day its all she can think about. the faint glimpse she got at her saviors hair, flowing down her shoulders like waves. the little flecks of the sea on your skin, the shape of your lips while you sang to her...

her father and some of the workers in the castle think its a symptom of being at sea after a wreck for so long, but eventually they start a search for the mystery girl who saved the princess's life.

when she gets word that an unknown woman has been found on the coast she rushes faster than she ever has to meet you. when she bursts into the room her heart sputters as you are probably the prettiest person shes ever seen. if you were the one that saved her shed drop to her knees and propose on the spot.

but you cant be because you cant speak. she tries not to let her dissapointment show.

when you get invited to stay at the palace she decides to be courteous and invite you to explore a bit with her, and its better than she could have imagined. you have a wisdom about the world and the ocean she's never encountered with anyone else.

when she shows you the rock she discovered at a nearby island market you simply hold it up and drop it to the ground, giving her the mineral inside like you knew what it was the whole time.

everything becomes more confusing the following day when she takes you to the local markets. the way you smile at her and the way you look so beautiful while dancing throws her for a loop. but you are a bit odd, as when she was admiring you talk to the flower seller you gently took one from her hand and bit it?

later that night she takes you to the river system a little ways away from the markets to see the beautiful waterfalls and the fireflies that only come out during this time of year. while rowing she swears she hears a voice in her ear telling her to kiss you, and just when she think you are close to doing so the boat is nearly tipped over.

when she's lying in her room that night she is the most confused she's ever been. when she thinks of you her heart races and she feels nervous. in a good way. all she wants to do is spend more time with you and explore and show you every inch of her kingdom. but at the same time the thought of her mystery savior remains on her mind.

the last thing she remembers is heading towards your room before the voice that saved her makes everything blurry.

when she comes to she's apparently in the middle of her wedding to a woman named "vanessa" and in the middle of you saving her you've turned into a mermaid. her brain is stalling in shock but her body goes into defensive mode when some of the guests start to crowd in on you calling you a "sea monster".

and she cant believe it took her until this moment to realize it wouldn't had mattered if you saved her or not (although she is slightly giddy that you did) because she really does think she loves you.

she hopes helping you kill the giant tentacle monster woman in the sea will help her prove that to you because if it doesn't she will be a little ticked off.

when the clouds part and the water settles her kingdom, friends, and family are safe. but it's clear you've gone back to your home as well. and she's glad knowing that you're probably safe and happy. she just wishes it was with her.

its another normal sunny day as she sits looking out over the ocean, daydreaming and giving constant pets and cuddles to bear who sits at her feet, when out of the corner of her eye she sees you walking up the stairs and she doesn't think she's ever run faster than when she moves to pick you up and twirl you around in her arms.

when you pull back you look at her like she hung the stars and moon in the sky, and she hopes her face shows the same.

[sankttealeaf]

ok. going to bed now but ive spent... all day messing around on blender and i think im getting the hang of it?? i used maya mostly during uni so after 5ish years away from any 3d software its been a few days of learning curves lmao

gonna post some tests under the cut & talk more about it there. but yea. been havin fun!

ok hi under the cut gang

tried to work out how the skin shader i got (volno's toolbox on nexusmods) and decided to use gort as my guinea pig. worked out well. he seems kind of blue in some areas but that just may be me needing to mess with the settings more

then moved to rue and got somewhere with her!!

her skin is a lil too pink in this and idk what is up with that!! also the neck/body seam is bugging me but again. idk how to fix that. the dark patches under her hair also? idk how to fix them

but for a first pass i think she looks fine??

tried to rig her. did not work. i dont know how im gonna do it but i think its just a case of making my own rig and going from there? idk! trial and error

another rue. pov shes gonna get u

cant figure out how to add her vitiligo without idk... working out how to add it onto the face map. also if i rig her i should probably give her some clothes & add that when it comes to joining the rig to the mesh. otherwise she will be naked and we dont want that (unless...)

i. dont like how gort came out which kind of sucks. he looks too polished. wheres my grimey (affectionate) boy????? put him in the dirt

again. probs a case of playing around with the colours & shader settings to get him looking worse

who is that man?????

he also has the weird neck/body seam issue. waaah

oh also cannot work out how to texture clothing. i have the model for gorts outfit. no idea how to add colour to it. thats a problem for another day i think.

ppl who do pretty 3d renders amaze me... how do you do it... teach me your ways... i must know... but im also too scared to ask...

anyway one day ill be able to pose these two like proper barbie dolls. then i'll be unstoppable!!!!

(also this is me dipping my toes back into 3d to see if maybe this is an avenue to look more into. i really enjoyed 3d at uni but i missed drawing so i jumped back to 2d. but now? its been kind of fun!)

it has been rly fun seeing all the models & assests larian used in game. inchresting to pick apart. like an onion.

ok going to bed now bye

[woofmachine]

sometimes i see her

staring long and hard into the mirror above my sink

i see her, never for very long, definitely not long enough

right when i start to recognize her, to feel like shes truly here, something always gets in the way

a pronounced brow bone, gently receding hairline, both hidden carefully by bangs i cut too long and jagged on the hopes theyll do a better job of covering than they do

a bent, angular nose beneath sunken, sharp eyes

a jawline thats almost cute at one or two very specific angles but the moment you shift fills you with a cold pain

too wide

too angular

too sharp

and the shadow

that fucking shadow

figures, doesnt it, i was never very hairy but itd take a fool to think thatd save me from growing a beard

still they grow

prickly, coarse, abrasive

it feels like, a punishment of sorts, like i have some oppressive karmic debt to pay off and the fuck in charge decided the best way to make me pay it is pushing needles out of my face

not that thats the worst part, oh no

its not comfortable, dont get me wrong, but ive been uncomfortable before

every time i brush against my face and hear the velcro krrkt my blood freezes, when a hair catches the inside of my mask its all i can do to not scream

but that fucking shadow

i started shaving with a safety razor years ago, the story i told my family was some bullshit about sensitive skin and cost effectiveness of having fresh sharp blades

really i just needed a closer shave, i needed to get them off, cut them shorter so its harder to feel them

it never lasts long

but standing there rubbing lotion into my freshly shaven face i can close my eyes and almost see her again

smooth skin, full lips, doesnt it feel nice to just grab her by the chin, feel your hands wrap acro

fuck

missed a spot

like i always fucking do i missed a spot

feverishly i pick up the razor and let it take a few more passes, these ones are.. rough

typically the soap helps the razor glide, its not fully comfortable or fully painless but its a far sight from the jittering and jumping and biting into the soft flesh under the tip of my chin its doing now, i know better than to take dry swipes but, yknow what they say, beauty is pain

besides ive come to get used to the pain, the irritiation, the nicks and cuts

sometimes i like it

done right safety razors can easily give you a smooth and close shave without much irritation but

i cant seem to stop putting in too much pressure, begging the razor to reach a little deeper, take those hairs off a little shorter, inventing gods to pray to for just a little more time as her before the illusion is shattered again

not that any of this helps with the shadow

the stubble, the texture, catching on things and itching and reminding me of what i am, what body im forced to inhabit

that can be shaved away, sure never for long, never long enough

but the shadow

it doesnt matter how close i shave, how much i lean onto the razor, the simple fact of the matter is theres always hair left behind, just under the surface, visible and taunting

but the longer i stare.. the more it seems like those damned hairs.. arent that deep after all, like all i have to do is shave a little closer.. cut them off a little deeper...

im still holding the razor

i look at it, at the single blade, precisely sharpened and made to fit neatly into the handle, two sided, so you have twice as long before it dulls, before it drags and snags and fails to cut hair

before i realize it its on my face

poised to shave a layer off of my upper lip, my moustache has taunted me, blue gray and so very visible no matter the lighting or distance, a smudge of color, so minor in the scheme of things but which she gets lost behind so often

the razor, predictably, jitters and jumps

i should have gotten the soap back out, should have lathered up to make this smooth

but id already tried that, and here we are

it didnt take long for the razor to bite in, to nick, just by the cupids bow

the blood slowly beads before gently rolling into my mouth and the gentle tang of copper gets me back into the present

where the razor bit i could see the base of a hair, sometimes, between beads of blood

thats so close.. if i went just a little deeper

and that wasnt so bad, right?

i can do more

after a shaky breath i find myself pressing the safety razor to the spot once more, angling back and forth to get the blade to bite, and i slowly dig in and pull off a short strip of skin

the hair is in it

the root of it, not just some of the shaft not just a little bit thatll be back soon

i took the whole thing out

the sense of relief, of pure unfiltered ease, was intense

i never have to worry about that hair again, not about the texture, the prickling, not even about the shadow, im free

but of course it was short lived, as it always is

next to the now fixed spot on my face were others, many many others, that was merely a drop in a bucket, one tree in a forest and im still far from free

what if.....

the razor works at the edge of the hole, quietly widening it and pulling off another strip of skin, this one larger, and in that patch

more hairs

i cant remember the last time ive seen her smile like this

a big toothy grin, so pure and overjoyed, it extends upward and crinkles at the corners of her eyes, it takes me a moment to even notice just how much blood there is pooling around her teeth

last fall maybe? when she got too drunk and giggly and tried on a dress for the first time?

or maybe it was when her friend did her makeup for her, eyeshadow and liner and shimmer and all these strange products, it still seems like a deep dark magic to her, magic shed never been able to get right on her own

shes beautiful when she smiles

im still holding the razor

i pull the blade out of the handle, this is gonna be hard enough work without fighting the angles, but this does make it harder to hold

its always intrigued me how the first thing you feel when being cut is a sort of a tugging sensation, like the blade is catching in the flesh, being pulled out of place before finally giving and parting under the steel, then comes the sharpness and a severing of nerves, a bright, high pain, and the coolness of fresh flesh, wet by blood, exposed to air the way it was never meant to

strip by strip, hair by hair, i start at the center of my upper lip and work outwards, when the blood slicks the razor blade it becomes harder to hold and i feel the back end bite into my fingers, shifting and cutting and shifting again, gnawing the flesh off the bone as it wiggles in my grasp as i work

my face burns, each new cut agonizing and cruel, but slowly i can see it

the patch of raw flesh, unmarred by that fucking shadow, slowly grows, and the weight of it lifting makes my head swim

i couldnt tell you how long ive been standing in this bathroom, slowly piling my useless, infested tissue in the sink, i couldnt tell you how many times i almost fainted, catching myself on the towel bar, sitting on the toilet while my face quietly dripped into my lap

finally it was done and that face, raw and slick, was smiling a wide, cheshire grin

but

wait

now this isnt right either

i can see her but shes

incomplete

my skin hangs off the top half of my face

ragged

a haphazard, shoddy mask, hiding her, blocking her beauty behind a bent nose, a deep brow bone

its a crime really, shes so close but so far

im still holding the razor

[savage-rhi]

Immortal Shield  Chapter 17: Gifts

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“This doesn’t feel right,” Caelan furrowed her brows. Her eyes glanced about the hotel lobby Ardyn decided to pick out for their stay in Lestallum. The establishment was quite beautiful. A far cry from the rustic look most hotels within the city limits contained. She couldn’t help but feel out of place while watching Ardyn retrieve their keys. 

 Despite Ardyn being disheveled, Caealn could see how he would fit in at such a decadent place. Ardyn had that kind of powerful charisma being a former politician and all. She, on the other hand, felt like trash from a dumpster that managed to tumble weed itself through mud and debris to get a taste. This was a far cry from what she was used to. Even when she lived the life of a crownsguard, her home life was middle class compared to the likes of this place. She felt outclassed here in every sense of the term. 

 Caelan’s negative thoughts fell on the wayside when Ardyn approached, tossing her a keycard that almost slid past her fingers. He chuckled at that while she shot a playful glare his way. 

 “You seemed to be having a grand ol’ time up there with the receptionist.” Caelan said sarcastically, checking out the black piece of plastic in her hand. Her thumb combing over the texture of the keycard. She was used to being handed actual keys at establishments she frequented within Lestallum. It was amazing how something so insignificant in the grand scheme of things could cause a culture shock. 

 “I was ensuring we are not to be disturbed during our stay,” Ardyn said as a matter of fact while he gestured with his head for Caelan to follow. He led the way through one of the grand corridors and up a flight of stairs. The place seemed to be growing in size with every turn they took as Caelan let out a puff of air she had been holding back. 

 “We could’ve stayed somewhere less, I don’t know, rich?” Caelan offered, raising a brow as Ardyn laughed. 

 “Please don’t tell me you’re frightened being here.” 

 “I’m not afraid. I’m a little put off if I’m being honest. Posh and me don’t mix well like it does with you.” 

 “Are you saying I’m spoiled?” Ardyn teased while looking at Caelan, seeing the unimpressed look that swept over her eyes as she shook her head. He couldn’t get enough of it. 

 “I’m saying you should humble yourself if anything.” Caelan countered jokingly. Her brows knitting into a concerned stare. “Do you feel embarrassed having me here?” 

 Caelan was surprised as Ardyn stopped in his tracks. His hand grabbing a hold of her shoulders to cease her movements as his features became serious. His eyes conveyed a hurt that had her astonished. His head canted curiously as he spoke. 

 “Why would you say something like that?” 

 “I mean,” Caelan gestured at herself. How there was grime and debris on her clothes from their trek. Her hair a mess from sleeping on a mattress and sometimes the ground itself. She couldn’t finish the rest of the words. Feeling embarrassed and thrust into the spotlight. Self consciousness was getting the better of her by the minute. 

 Ardyn shook his head. His left hand gently cupping her face as he smiled. “I like you the way you are. Dirty or spoiled, it doesn’t matter to me. ”

 “That sounds so wrong,” Caelan murmured, trying her best not to laugh because she knew he was trying to be sincere. Ardyn himself shifted his gaze for a moment, biting his bottom lip as he too held back. His head leaning in a bit closer to hers as he continued. 

 “As much I despise these words, you need to walk tall. You’re a shield to one of the most powerful beings of Eos. Not many can say they have quite the title.” 

 “Maybe if I had your confidence it would help,” Caelan shrugged. Giving a shy smile as she averted her gaze, unintentionally towards the hand that was holding her face. She could feel her cheeks flush at how warm his hand was. A sadness briefly graced her features while Ardyn let go and playfully nudged her. The latter had her smiling again. 

 “What sort of confidence do you believe I exuberate?” Ardyn mused as they continued on. 

 “I’d call it standing up straight and thinking murder.” Caelan teased. 

 Ardyn chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. Nonetheless, he had to admit to himself Caelan did have a point there. He seemed to radiate such energy towards folks. He could recall during his earlier years before he was chancellor, how he seemed to give off that impression unintentionally towards people of the public. It didn't help for his feeble attempts at friendship, but it did score points with Aldercapt and Ravus at one point. 

 “I’ve had thousands of years to perfect the technique,” Ardyn teased. As they approached another flight of stairs and were getting closer to their room, he furrowed his brows. The concerning gaze that crossed his face didn’t go unnoticed by Caelan as she called him out. 

 “You look like we’re suddenly marching to your execution,” Caelan laughed. “Why the long face?” 

 “It dawned on me that we do have a rather peculiar situation regarding our room. I could only select a single king to ensure we had plenty of space.” 

 “Yeah, that’s not a cliché’ waiting to happen,” Caelan muttered to herself, resisting the urge to snort. She could feel her nerves getting the better of her. 

 “Beg pardon?” 

 “I said it’s not a problem,” Caelan began, clearing her throat before he had the opportunity to call out her lie. “It’s not like we haven’t slept next to each other while we camped.” 

 “Valid point,” Ardyn nodded in agreement. “If you’re uncomfortable, I don’t mind taking the couch. The one in our room is the size of a queen mattress.” 

 “Let’s worry about that later.” Caelan murmured. 

 Ardyn decided not to press the issue as they arrived towards the end of the hallway. The black doors to the room were rather large, carved out of some ancient tree from the looks of things. It radiated otherworldly. He couldn’t suppress the smirk that crossed his lips seeing how intimidated Caelan looked when they arrived at their destination. He cleared his throat, gaining her attention as he used his keycard to unlock the front. 

 “I assure you’ll be singing praises to my accounts when you see what amenities we have at our disposal. You'll forget all about not fitting in.” He said, then gestured with his right hand for her to open the doors. There was a quiet and contemplative look on Caelan’s face as she pushed the the doors open and took her first steps into the room. 

 Her eyes went wide immediately. There was so much happening and yet not happening all at once. The room was elegant and spacious. The warm colors playing up to theme as she felt ensnared and didn’t want to leave. If Caelan had any estimation, it was the size of a whole apartment. A far cry from the small spaces she was accustomed to at inns. There was a large living room, the bed, and a spacious kitchen area. As much as she loved camping, it was an afterthought as her brain rapidly began to process all the things she could do in such an environment. 

 “I love you Ardyn’s bank account!” Caelan yelled aloud. The excitement brimming in her voice had Ardyn resisting an urge to laugh hard as he observed her quickly move from one spot of the room to the next. Murmuring all sorts of commentary about things, and asking a barrage of questions. Most of which Ardyn ignored because he couldn’t keep up. At some point she disappeared out of his sight. Ardyn worried she might've got stuck somewhere as he entered the room and shut the doors. As he made it to the bed, he heard her scream out.

 “The bathroom has a jacuzzi! What the hell?! Ardyn, have you seen these windows, they’re ginormous! Oh my gods!” Her overenthusiasm had him cackling for a time before he sighed and collapsed face first into the sheets and closed his eyes. They had arrived in Lestallum around noon, and he could already feel the pull of sleep beckoning him to turn in. He eventually rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling as he stretched his legs out, not hearing Caelan pop back in. 

 “How much did you spend on this place?” 

 “That’s classified,” Ardyn said as a matter of fact, his right hand gesturing upward for emphasis before the appendage flopped back down. “Don’t even think about interrogating me. If I didn’t have the means, I wouldn’t have suggested otherwise. I take it you’re comfortable?”

 Caelan hummed, giving a shrug before she too collapsed alongside him. “Very much so.” 

 A wide smile spread across Ardyn’s lips as he let out a deep breath then forced himself to get back up. He encouraged Caelan to do the same before they got too comfortable and would pass out. 

 “I’ll call for the Scepter to be towed here while you bathe,” Ardyn began. “Then I’ll go after you and we can resupply what we’ve lost on our run.” 

 Caelan nodded, a discontented sigh pulling from her mouth. “I have a feeling the car is going to be wrecked.” 

 “You needn’t worry,” Ardyn shrugged. 

 “Easier for you to say,” Caelan huffed. She was surprised when Ardyn flicked her forehead, his expression unimpressed to say the least. Her hands quickly reached to rub at the inflamed spot. 

 “What was that for?” 

 “I need you to quit being a pessimist, it’s so unbecoming.” Ardyn smirked, followed by an honest grin as he shook his head at her. “We’ve been through a lot. Let’s take this time to enjoy ourselves and not think about other problems. Now, go bathe.” 

 “Or what, you’re gonna make me?” Caelan stuck her tongue out. The petty look Ardyn gave had her laughing until he lunged. Caelan let out a scream as he picked her up, hauling her over his left shoulder and strode off with her body as if it was a sack of flour. Her hands squirmed as she demanded he put her down in between laughing fits. He entered the bathroom, plopping her into the large tub then made his way to the doors, pointing at her almost accusingly. 

 “Stay.” He commanded, his voice firm as Caelan rolled her eyes. 

 “Alright, you don’t have to order me like a dog.” 

 “Ah, a fitting beast for one such as yourself, considering you can be a real bitch.” 

 “Oh, fuck you!” Caelan exclaimed, throwing a bar of soap right at the door. Ardyn laughed, slamming the door shut before it could hit him.

 Caelan got out of the tub, letting out a deep breath. There was hesitation before she turned the water on, worried she might break something. When the tub filled, Caelan stripped down and slowly got into the water. A sigh of relief swept past her lips while she looked out one of the large windows. From their view, she could almost see the entirety of the city and make out the signature landmarks of Lucis. It was quite a beautiful sight. Nothing she ever thought would be experienced by herself. 

 Lestallum hadn’t changed much after the Dark Decade. The tropical charm remained despite Eos falling into an apocalyptic wasteland. Caelan observed there were several new buildings. The city having expanded further into the mountains once the population started to boom due to refugees and Insomnia allocating more resources outside of itself. It was one thing to hear about the expansions on the news, but another to see in person. 

 The last time Caelan was here, she had joined up with war refugees after fighting off daemons before uniting with a group of Hunters that were dead set on returning to Leide to reclaim territory. Despite how terrifying the ordeal was, there were many pleasant memories about this place. Especially the food. Locals of Lestallum were big on hospitality and cuisine. That was something she greatly missed being on the run. 

 Caelan’s eyes went to the door. Ardyn’s presence still lingered. She wondered how he felt being back in the place where he kickstarted his bitter rivalry with Noctis. He had mentioned it during their trek to Lestallum how the city marked a turning point; a true beginning of the end when he encountered Noctis and the rest of his friends before they came face to face with the Archean. She made a note to ask him about it later then dunked her head under the water. 

 Hours had passed since Ardyn and Caelan both bathed and pampered themselves. Caelan wasn’t going to lie, as much as she was enjoying the sights and being back in Lestallum once again, she could’ve easily fallen asleep in the tub and wouldn’t have complained about the manner of which she died via drowning. 

 Caelan was able to recollect most of her camping equipment that she had to leave behind in the woods. Her and Ardyn split off once they reached the plaza; he going for the parking lot to meet up with the company towing the Scepter, and she remained in the market. Caelan had about twenty minutes to herself before meeting up with him and decided to finish the last of her shopping. 

 While passing a stall that was selling an array of fruits and vegetables, Caelan took notice of a crafts booth that had a variety of clothes and other garments. Mostly accessories. Given the kind of life she led, she didn’t have needs for things such as necklaces, earrings or the like. However, there was a deep crimson colored scarf with skinny black tassels at the end that captured her attention. As she inspected it closer, there were various organic maroon stripes that really made the initial color pop out more. She checked how much gil she had on hand before approaching the shop owner. 

 “How much for that one?” Caelan asked, gesturing at the scarf. 

 “Only 500 gil today,” The keeper said warmly. 

 “Here’s 800,” Caelan smiled. 

 “Are you sure?” 

 “Absolutely,” Caelan said. 

 It was worth the price considering who she was going to gift this to. 

 Once Caelan finished shopping, she ventured back to the hotel to drop everything off minus the scarf. She kept it in a bag on her person while traveling back to the plaza area to meet up with Ardyn. She was surprised to see he was already waiting for her, standing nearby a large fountain that had recently been installed. If she didn’t know better, Ardyn looked absolutely delighted to seeing her come his way. As if he hadn’t laid his eyes upon her in centuries. It was a peculiar expression, and she thought maybe it was the light of the sun reflecting against his golden eyes playing tricks on her.  

 “You seem peppy.” Caelan joked as Ardyn approached her once she got close enough to the fountain. 

 “Your automobile is one piece. Save for the windows being broken into. I fear the Einherjar did pillage what remained of the camping equipment and tools for your car. I hope your exploits at the market will make up for the loss.” 

 Caelan sighed, furrowing her brows. It sucked to hear that, but in the grand scheme of things, having only broken windows was a scratch compared to other wounds the Scepter sustained over the years. 

 “I just dropped off everything at the hotel. Knowing what you told me, it probably wouldn’t hurt to do another round of shopping this week. I know you said you had everything covered, but at least let me pay for the towing service.” 

 Ardyn chuckled. “You simply won’t ever give up on doing everything yourself, will you?” 

 “I can’t break out of the strong independent woman mentality,” Caelan teased. “It’s not the way I’m wired.” 

 Ardyn playfully rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to argue with her there. She had done well taking care of herself being on the run for so many years. A feat many he had met in his time wouldn’t be able to accomplish without throwing in the towel early. 

 “I suppose so,” Ardyn said in defeat. His eyes narrowing at the bag Caelan carried as he gestured. “What’s that you have?” 

 “Oh,” Caelan suddenly felt put on the spot. Her fingers traveled up the sides of the bag, giving a squish here and there to make sure she didn’t leave the scarf back at the hotel before she extended her arms out, presenting it to him. 

 “I saw something at the market that screamed you. Couldn’t resist.” Caelan let out a shy laugh. She watched Ardyn take the bag and rummaged through. 

 “No way,” The grin that traveled across his face had Caelan smiling from ear to ear as he took the scarf out. She watched as he examined the material, his fingers feeling the texture before looking up at her sincerely. “You really went out of your way to get me something?” 

 “Why not?” Caelan shrugged, letting out a laugh as she glanced between the scarf and Ardyn. The admiration in his eyes grew as he averted his gaze to the clothing.

 “You bought me a whole ass sword, fixed my car, and took care of miscellaneous stuff I’ve lost track of. This is the least I can do to say thanks.” 

 Ardyn laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t normally have the opportunity to say such things, but I’m appreciative. It reminds me of my old one I used to wear as chancellor.” 

 “The one with the gold circles and squares, right?” Caelan asked for clarification. 

 “Yes,” Ardyn furrowed his brows in amusement. “How did you know?” 

 “I saw you on TV when I was younger, remember? Can’t miss that. It popped out like the rest of your old attire.” 

 “Ah, but of course.” Ardyn started to snicker and he could see he had baited Caelan already much to his delight. Her expression was screaming for him to come out with whatever he had on his mind.

 “I forgot you very much liked to observe me way back when. You found me, what was the word you used? Oh yes, intriguing.” 

 “Don’t you start,” Caelan pointed her right index finger at him accusingly. Her voice stern as Ardyn snorted, letting out a laugh at her expense while her cheeks turned pink. He decided to quit while ahead, for once in his life. 

 “Would you do the honors?” Ardyn presented the scarf back to Caelan. He found joy in her confusion before she put it together what he meant by that. She stepped closer to him, careful wrapping the scarf over his neck. She repeated it a few times, Ardyn watching closely as she made sure it wasn’t too tight on him and had enough slack here and there.

 There was a certain vulnerability Ardyn felt having her do this for him. He knew when he was chancellor, he’d be caught dead letting anyone get this close to his throat. The fact she was mindful of where she touched and how she gently pushed strands of his long hair out of the way further added onto the fondness that was growing in him. He was disappointed when she took a few steps back, missing her presence being so close. 

 “How am I fairing?” Ardyn asked, striking something of a pose while Caelan laughed.

 “You look majestic. In a 'I just rolled out of the bed and this is as good as its gonna get' kind of way.” 

 “You wound my pride.” Ardyn teased. 

 Caelan made a face, shaking her head as she waved him off. “Nah, you look almost regal.” 

 “Is that so?” 

 “Of course, your highness.” Caelan said sarcastically.

 Ardyn approached Caelan, stepping off to the left side of her as he brought an arm around her waist and pulled her close. He didn’t feel her tense up at his action and felt some relief wash over himself. 

 “I found a place we could grab dinner while on my way to meet you. I promise it’s nothing luxurious.” 

 “Thank the gods for that,” Caelan laughed, Ardyn joining soon after. 

 They walked for a time through the city. Passing by small shops, houses, and winding narrow streets. Their conversations were rather simple, like things most normal Lucians would talk about. Insomnia, their overall mission, all of it was an afterthought while the urban environment drew them in and allowed both to be present in the moment. It was a welcome change of pace. 

 At a certain point, Ardyn was intrigued by one of the shops and had to venture inside. He had been wearing clothes that had been tattered and torn for a while and wanted something fresh, inviting Caelan to join him getting a new wardrobe put together. Both of them were having a good time playing around and trying on different things, eventually settling on a couple garments that they couldn’t pass up on. 

 As they waited to be seen at the front end, Caelan couldn’t help but fixate on a rather beautiful dress near the display. The deep blue colors reminded her of the ocean, along with a memory she had thought was long dead. 

 Caelan couldn’t have been older than eight. She held onto Aila’s hand as they strolled down the Pax District of Insomnia. Mother and daughter enjoying a day to themselves while Julian watched young August. The district was calm compared to most within Insomnia’s walls which was bustling with typical city commotion. Nevertheless Pax was busy in its own right. People walked more than drove in this part of the city, and as Caelan looked at every person that passed them both she was soon transfixed by a deep cerulean colored dress on display at a local shop. She stopped walking, her mother following suit. 

 “Mama, you’d look pretty in that.” Caelan said looking up at her. 

 “I don’t think so,” Aila began, a bright smile following her lips as she could see Caelans’ puzzlement at her remark. “I think between the two of us you’d look far more beautiful.” 

 “You’re embarrassing me.” Caelan let out a laugh, her mom reached down to pinch either side of her cheeks out of playful retaliation before rummaging her hair. She could feel her mom gently tug at the two small braids on the right side of her scalp, fingers carding over the beads that signified she was a crownsguard in training. There was a heavy look in her mother's expression. 

 “Mama are you alright?” Caelan asked, sensing there was something amiss. Aila’s eyes betrayed a certain sadness even though she smiled. 

 “Are you happy, Cae? Training with the crownsguard for most of the week?” Aila asked honestly. 

 “I think so,” Caelan shrugged. She averted her gaze for a time before meeting her mother’s eyes. She had no idea why, but a sense of shame could be felt as she confessed. 

 “I miss hanging out with my friends at school. Sometimes I see them when I go to meet Hector for training. They look at me different. Like they’re scared of me. I don’t know why.” 

 “Crownsguard training changes people and makes them strong. It’s a high honor. The other children are intimidated by it. It’s not your fault. I'm sure if you just be yourself, they'll come around.” Aila furrowed her brows, crouching down to her daughters level and pulled her into a hug. “I’ve seen how training has hurt you and how much you miss school. I’ll talk with your dad about calling it good.” 

 “Do you think he’ll be mad that I want to go back to school fulltime?” Caelan asked as her mom pulled back. The adoration in her eyes soothing whatever fears she held. 

 “He might be for a time, but I believe he loves you and he’d rather see you happy.” Aila reassured her daughter, then pointed back at the dress. “One day, when you end up working for the kingdom but on your terms, I’ll be sure one us is wearing that at your ceremony. You, my little one, are going to be great. No matter what that looks like.”

 "What do you think I should be?" 

 "It's not a matter of what I want. It's what you desire. What sounds like a fun job to you?" 

 "Hmm...a librarian?" The uncertainty in Caelan's tiny voice had Aila laughing. 

 "That's a good start!" 

 “Cahl?” Ardyn’s voice snapped Caelan out of her thoughts as she blinked. 

 “Hm?” 

 “You’ve been staring at that dress for a while.” He pointed out. A sly smirk traveled on his mouth as he gestured towards it. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’d want it.” 

 “Pfft, don’t be ridiculous.” Caelan waved him off. She did take another glance over it, a sad sigh escaping her throat as the memory of her and Aila once more tucked away.

 “Besides, there’s nothing practical about it. Not for a shield.” 

 “I could buy it for you?” Ardyn offered.

 “No. Let’s hurry so we can eat. I’m starving.” Caelan let out a laugh, trying to keep herself from falling apart in front of him as she walked past Ardyn to pay for her clothes. 

 Ardyn could tell there was something amiss about her. He turned his head to focus on the dress for a while, truly wondering what went on through her mind. He could see it in her eyes earlier, how Caelan went off somewhere else. It reminded him of the Behemoth incident when she froze. She was still tense after what happened with the Einjerhar back at the pitstop too. Even though she appeared to be having fun, Ardyn could sense from the little nuances she was on guard. Always double checking her environment. The hypervigilance was well needed to be a shield, but it also aggravated him. Mostly because he came to the realization she never really had peace. 

 He could feel the sparks of an idea come to mind. It further grew when he watched Caelan interact with the cashier, both of them exchanging a joke from the looks of things and he could see for that split moment how happy she was to be engaging with someone. The idea blossomed and soon enough, Ardyn couldn’t get it out of his head. He wanted to make her happy. Never did he believe he’d ever feel such a thing again in his miserable existence. 

 There were several ways this plan could backfire on him. He downright knew the consequences that could result, and he knew of the rewards that may also be born from it. His devotion to Aera attempted to tamper down the flame, and he chose to ignore it. Not because he didn’t care for his beloved, but because he knew there was no way he could pull this off for Caelan if he lingered on the past. If the shoe were on the other foot, Ardyn could easily see Aera pulling his idea off to make someone else feel better. He had learned a thing or two from Aera on how to unlock certain emotions people held back by going out of her way to do something sincere. He credited his beloved greatly for his compassion when he first began healing the people of Eos all those centuries ago. 

 Ardyn smiled towards Caelan as she called for him to come bring his stuff. His mind ever growing comfortable with what he would make his mission for the next week. 

[dourpeep]

you asked for albedo stuff yesterday and i forgot to give you some 🥲 here

-Albedo bites the ends of his pencil/pen while in deep thought

-He covers his mouth while laughing

-His hair is a huge problem to becoming messy so he usually keeps it in one style bc he sucks at styling hair

-I believe he would hyperfocus on a meal until he starts to hate it and goes onto another

-Probably sleeps on his back or stomach

-Quietly sings to himself when he's alone doing experiments

-his hands are probably soft as hell

-he probably bounces his leg when stressed

-I cant decide whether or not he's always cold or always hot (wearing his jacket everywhere but seems fine at dragonspine??)

-would break klee out of jail

-he always tries to have at least one meal with klee

WAIT SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS--

definitely a pleasant surprise nodnod always a treat to have more Albedo, thank you for the food, Chi OTL

I'll write a little about each one b/c I have no self control and I'm feeling inspired by ur headcanons so lets goooooo ehehehe

They'll be a mix between imagines and drabbles!

Enjoy the food :3c

Contains: Albedo x gn!Reader, some standalone Albedo, Klee, fluff

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- Breaking Habits -

"Albedo? You're doing it again-"

He blinks, shifting to remove the tip of his pencil from his lips, frowning when little indents come into view.

"Hm...it appears to be so."

Really, the Chief Alchemist has tried to wean himself off the habit, taking to coating the butt ends of his writing utensils with a horrid concoction of qingxin and jueyun chili, but the moment he slips into his usual daily tasks, it arises once more. The bitter spiciness is a taste that he still has not forgotten.

When his brows crease and his gaze seems to burn into the pencil, you offer a smile. With a kiss pressed to his temple, you take it from his loose grasp, setting it down on the table's surface.

A few weeks later, it dawns on him that the touch of wood to his lips evokes the memory of your gentle reminder. Without fail, he sets his pencil down in search of a sweet to busy himself with instead.

- His Laugh -

I can just imagine him with his hand lifted to cover his mouth, a smile tugging at his lips and his eyes slightly squinted. It's something that'd happen almost instantaneously--he doesn't intend to hide his smile but for some reason he can't help but do it.

An endearing habit that you've come to look for.

Regardless-

If you lower his hand and pepper him with a few little kisses, you'll get another giggle out of him before a kiss.

- Hairstyles -

Albedo only knows two ways to do hair: Klee's twin pigtails and his own half-up braid.

Over the past three years of his residency in Mond, it's become a sort of trademark. The assumption that it's just how he likes to style his hair has long since been accepted as truth--and really, he does prefer the style.

Though...

"Mr Albedo? Perhaps you should try to tie it all up instead...?"

The stray wisps of bangs that escape from the securely tied braid fall into his face and distract him from the task at hand. There's also the ever-present tickle right where the blond locks fall around his jaw. Surely, this shouldn't prove to be a problem considering he always has this style...right?

Needless to say, the smell of singed hair makes him choke and the Alchemist finds himself pulling away to tie his hair properly.

It's simple.

Or at least that's what he has been stuck repeating like a mantra as he stares at his reflection, unhappy with the way there's a strange bit of hair that refuses to stay tied. Sighing, he undoes his pony tail and tries again.

Hm.

No, now it's lopsided...certainly can't have that.

- Mealtime -

First, two little ears peek up above the surface of the counter besides him. Then, two little eyes belonging to a stuff rabbit toy followed by a red hat--

"Klee?"

The little girl stares at the fish steaks sizzling away on the pan, displeasure on her features despite the incredibly enticing smell. With unmatched resolve, she huffs.

"Big brother, Klee doesn't want fish again-"

Ah, right.

He's been in another of those moods, the particular taste and texture of the fish mingling with the salted butter, simple sauce, and lightly seasoned veggies sounding so much more appealing compared to nearly any other dish he's tried to enjoy in the past two weeks. It's without a doubt Albedo's all-time favorite dish. Perfect for someone with a small appetite and a need for something quick, filling, and nutritious.

"What would you like then?"

Ultimately (and truly, Albedo wasn't surprise), the little knight requested a serving of 'Fishy Toast'. Cutting up one of the fillets he'd fried, he laughs and shakes his head.

- Sleep Time -

When you come home, it's already dark, the streetlamps lining the cobbled road illuminating the front door as you fish out your key.

"Albedo? I'm back-"

Soft snoring punctuates the silence.

With a fond smile, you remove your shoes and make your way to the make-shift 'sleep station' set up on the couch. Sure enough, with his face shoved at an awkward angle against a pillow, Albedo lays on his stomach holding a second pillow to his chest.

As much as you'd rather not wake him (after all, he's barely gotten sleep over the past few days with how busy it's been), you kneel besides the couch to gently shake him awake.

"Bedo? Bedo, lets go to bed-"

He shoves his face further into his pillow, muttering something about waiting for results. But the silence that follows only lasts so long until he sighs and opens his bleary eyes.

"Welcome home," he mumbles, carefully shuffling best he can closer to meet your lips.

With a stretch and sigh, he sits up. Blond hair sticks up from the top of his head and to his cheek, some parts tangled despite his attempts to prevent it--your hair shouldn't tangle if you sleep on your stomach, right?

Holding back your laugh, you help him up so that the two of you can get ready to sleep.

- Singing -

Most often if not nearly each day, if you pass by the Favonius HQ's workshop, you might catch the soft sound of singing. A light sound that drifts from the partly-cracked door echoes into the empty hallway. Regardless of the traffic outside, it shows no sign of stopping, so you easily can sit right outside and listen.

It's not shy, though, even as the man's dulcet tone comes out gently, and there are days that the lyrics that slip from his tongue are of other regions.

Perhaps if you ever approach the Chief Alchemist, you might be able to convince him to sing just a short little tune. He'll oblige, though a soft dusting of pink will cover his cheeks as he does.

- Hands -

"My hands?"

Albedo watches as you tug off his gloves, head cocked to the side curiously. The moment his hands are free from their confines, you press a kiss to his palm and intertwine your fingers.

"Do you use lotion or something?"

He laughs.

"...Not that I am aware of...?"

When you squeeze his hand once, he squeezes yours back three times before bringing your joined hand to his cheek. Resting against them, his eyes close.

"Why do you ask?"

He feels you take his other hand as well, turning it over palm-side up, your fingertips tracing over the lines that adorn it's surface.

The tenderness of your touch is enough to make his heart stutter in his chest.

"Mmm...no reason."

- Leg Bouncing -

Whenever Albedo bounces his leg sitting at the Dragonspine workshop, a curse or two will slip out the moment his knee bangs against the wood.

Even being considered short, the table has decided to lay just low enough for him to cause minor injury to himself.

Shaking his head, he rubs at his knee to rid himself of the dull ache before continuing his observations at hand.

- His Jacket -

Wait okay but like...what if he actually has different versions of the same jacket? They look virtually the same but there's some of lighter material for warmer days, 'standard' ones for day-to-day use, and heavier ones lined with warm, soft fabric to insulate heat when he's on Dragonspine.

Same with his tights. I do know for a fact that there are tights lined with fleece that are incredibly warm and comfortable!!

- Escapees -

"You need to be very quiet, alright?"

Once more in the dark of the night, Albedo finds himself awake within the walls of the Favonius Headquarters.

Now...Klee technically wasn't grounded, so technically escorting her out of the so called 'solitary confinement' wasn't against any rule. To be fair, the room itself also wasn't really that either, judging by the child-themed decor, soft bed, books littering the floor, and the little table that sits just off to the opposite side of the room.

So! Albedo was certain that there wasn't any harm in what he was doing.

Not that he wasn't still sneaking around on his little improvised rescue mission.

He looks back to Klee, the little girl now wide awake and hanging on to his hand tightly.

When the morning comes, he sighs, crouched sitting on one of the child-sized chairs in the solitary confinement room, Klee peacefully snoozing in bed.

If only Jean wasn't pulling an all-nighter last night as well.

- Very Early Breakfasts -

Klee wakes up to the smell of sweet berry jam and chocolate in the air.

Clumsily, she slips out from under the covers with Dodoco cradled in her arms, padding along the wooden floors on her way to the kitchen.

"Big brother...?" She rubs the sleep from her eyes waiting for him to turn around.

"Oh, good morning Klee-"

"What time is it?"

That, Albedo decided, was a very good question. Especially considering that he hadn't yet gone to sleep and instead shuffled through the kitchen in the early hours of the day to make pancakes. If he had to guess--and he took a quick peek out the window despite the darkness of the early morning lending no clue--he'd say it was nearing 4am.

"Early. Go ahead and sit down, breakfast is almost ready."

The plate is presented to her with a brilliant smile, the Chief Alchemist satisfied to be able to keep his promise with her to always share a meal. But...the fluffy pancakes and freshly made whipped cream were also a source of his brightened mood.

Even though he knew he'd have no time to sleep and pack for his next Dragonspine expedition, the lack of sleep was worth seeing the sudden widening of eyes and delighted giggle from his younger sibling.

He could always take a quick nap at the base camp, anyway.

[mythiccheroacademia]

The whole time traveling children has me feelin some type of way tbh. Imagine Mirio, Kaminari, and Tamaki walking into their respective rooms and there are just small children vibing. Mirio with his daughter, Kaminari with a daughter and Tamaki with a son. 😭

as i said, parent!bnha is SUPERIOR

A/N: So, instead of making these separate asks, I’m just going to make it one giant post. I thought it would be easier that way. Probably the only post that’ll have more than three characters lol

Warnings: none

Kaminari Denki:

when kaminari walked into his room, he didn't expect to see two children on his bed fighting like wild animals

the younger girl was totally beating the boy’s ass tho

kinda embarrassing bc she’s gotta be like, seven, at most

as if it’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen (bc it’s not) he rushes in to break them apart

he manages to separate them with his arms 

the boy with yellow hair snaps his jaws at his sister’s fingers

“hey! bad! no biting!” he scolds

the little girl blows a raspberry and taunts “yeah! papa says no biting!”

the older sibling just rolls his eyes “rat”

meanwhile, denki is literally malfunctioning

papa?

PAPA? HUH???

the only person’s pants (and heart) he’s been trying to get in to for the past three months was y/n’s and he sure as hell would remember if he did

he didn't have kids

especially one that was his age

“sorry! you two are cute, but i’m not your pops”

thus, they begin to tell denki about how they mayhaps followed him and their mother into a dangerous mission and got hit with a time travel quirk

denki just nods his head

tbh, he’s not that weirded out

weirder things have happened

but, he does have one question

“who’s the lucky woman?”

coincidentally, you bust into his dorm room, wet from a recent prank and head steaming with anger

“Kaminari Denki!”

his son juts a thumb over to you

“the woman that’s about to murder you”

“oh say less”

his life literally couldn't get any better

before you get the chance to throttle him, the little girl jumps in your arms and your anger is immediately quelled 

“hey mommy! i just wanna let you know that it was [son’s name]’s fault that we followed you when you told us not to”

“WHAT!?”

you’re to busy trying to get them from killing each other to comprehend anything that’s going on

kaminari is in a love-struck gaze bc hot damn, he won the jackpot, huh?

if he wasn't in love with you before, he’s in love with you now

you and your feral children

it was nice being God’s favorite

Kirishima Eijirou: 

funny thing was

kirishima woke up from his afternoon nap with his mini-me in his arms!

at first, he was really confused as to why there was an 8 yr old boy with spiky teeth and (your hair texture) black hair on his bed

he thought he was dreaming

then the little boy bit his nose and grinned like he had done the funniest thing in the world 

“WAKE UP DADDY! WE GOTTA GET SWOL TODAY”

did he get hit with some duplication quirk?

and what was that he said...daddy?

as in, father?

kirishima is wide awake now, but before he can ask the kid what’s going on, the boy is up and making use of his punching bag

he decides it wouldn't hurt to get a morning work out in, so he decides to humor the kid

after a mini workout, kirishima is in near tears as the boy tries to flex the little muscles he has 

eventually, he gets the kid to tell him what happened and finds out he was hit with a time travel quirk of some sort

instead of being weirded out, kirishima is ESCTATIC 

he has a family in the future 

he’s so excited and proud that he just has to show his son off to his friends!

the first thing he does is go and bother bakusquad in the common room

he’s bragging like shit to them and his ego swells as they all swoon over how cute and handsome the kid is 

you and bakugo come out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion is about and the little boy excitedly runs to you and jumps into your arms 

“momma! you’re here! you’re so pretty! why’d you marry daddy when he looks so unswol?”

it’s silent before bakugo fucking dies of laughter 

“y-you finally let shitty hair hit it? and got knocked up?? LMAO”

everyone’s dying and kirishima wants to die

he can’t believe this was how his long-term crush on you was getting outted

by an 8 yr old boy

so not manly

you look confused before you put the pieces together

the kid did look like you and kirishima

you want to console kirishima about the crush that you lowkey knew he had on you, but your son was one step ahead of you

with a gracious smile, he hits bakugo’s head

hard

“what the fuck kid!?”

“don’t make fun of daddy, uncle bakugo! at least daddy didn’t faint at his wedding″

Bakugo’s contemplating murder and everyone’s rolling on the floor

“WE BEEN KNEW YOU WERE THE BIGGEST SIMP”

even ten years later, bakugo still holds a grudge against your son

Togata Mirio:

i’m about to kill y’all w this one

since year one, mirio has been feigning over you 

but 1) you were too dumb to notice 2) you both were really busy with, y’know, school and 3) he lowkey gave up bc he thought you deserved better

so imagine his surprise when he sees this four year old girl on his bed

and she looks like you with his features

mirio might not be the brightest crayon in the crayon box

but he’s got eyes

and it wasn't like he’s memorized your features to the T

the tiny girl is swinging her legs absent-mindedly before exploding with happiness when he sees him

she runs to mirio and he catches her with open arms 

“daddy! daddy! i got hit with the coolest quirk at school today!”

proceeds to tell him about her best friend discovered her quirk and it was a teleportation quirk 

mirio can’t help but giggle along with her even tho he knew it was a scary situation for the parents

speaking of which...

he innocently asks her who’s the mom

“mommy is the prettiest mommy in the world! she has e/c eyes, hair like me, and the most beautiful s/c skin! her name is togata y/n!”

if he wasn't geeking before, he’s geeking now

not only did he manage to marry you, but you let him be your baby daddy?

him?

big bet

mirio doesn't even care at this point

he’s parading around UA with the fattest smile as he introduces his daughter to damn near everyone 

everyone’s freaking out bc wtf when did mirio get someone pregnant??

maybe he should've explained himself, but he sees you at your locker and makes a b-line for you

“good morning, y/n!”

he doesn't notice that you slam your locker close and hide the confession letter you wrote to him behind your back

you’re a stuttering mess and he’s too busy basking in the fact that he’s holding y’alls child 

y’all look like a mess

but he’s ready to lay it on thick when the little girl kisses your nose and cheers,

“mommy, i missed you”

he explains the situation 

you cant help but smile, “you know this could potentially ruin the timeline?”

and you feel like melting as he gives you the softest smile 

“there’s no way I’m letting that happen. not when i end up with the woman i’m in love with. we’ll just have to twist fate together”

and twist it you did

Tamaki Amajiki:

tamaki wasn't the bravest person ever 

and he knew his crippling anxiety got in the way of a lot

but he had never been more proud of himself for managing to invite you to his room

it was supposed to be a study date

despite how bold you normally were, he took comfort in how nervous you seemed 

now, you two were leaning in, about to kiss

and then a voice from behind interrupts 

“uh, am i interrupting something?”

you two let out the ugliest squeal and jump 50 feet away from each other 

you’re all over the place, trying to explain the situation

tamaki’s heart is barely beating at this point

it takes the kid, who looks about 16, about thirty minutes to calm you down and revive tamaki

explains that he’s from the future and a descendant of tamaki’s family

decides to leave out that you two are his parents so he doesn't risk possibly erasing himself from the space continuum 

that would be bad

despite how surprised you two were, you two take it rather well 

you three spend the day together bc you and tamaki feel this weird sense of responsibility for the guy even though he’s only two years younger

the boy is trying his hardest not to expose himself, but it’s so hard

you two are asking him everything from his favorite food to if he has any siblings

he’s good at pretending that he’s cool, calm, and collected, but he wants nothing more than to jump into his parents’ arms and cry about how scared he is of messing up

but he won’t 

bc he’s a strong boy

but he slips up

“how far are you down the future?” tamaki asks

“uh, about like 100 years or so--”

“you’re lying”

the kid nearly chokes on his food as his father blinks at him

you try and scold tamaki but he continues

“i don’t mean to be mean, but your nose twitches when you lie. y/n does the same thing”

that’s when the jazz record stops and everyone is staring at one another

“....wait”

this time, you nearly pass out

y’all had a kid together???

THE HELL??

the boy, coincidentally, starts fading and he thinks he fucked up

now he’s full out sobbing into the both of your chests, scared that he’s disappearing

despite the news, you and tamaki calm down, look at each other, and hold your son

“don’t you worry, baby” you coo, kissing his fading hair

“i have a feeling we’ll see you quite soon” tamaki comforts, closing his eyes

Bakugo Katsuki:

bakugo finally understood when his mom said

“the meaner you are to your parents, the nastier your kids will be to you”

he regretted being such a demon bc his kid was literally the spawn of satan

katsuki didn’t need an explanation to know that that...thing was his kid

he looked damn near identical to him with features that he couldn't quite place

but anyways, that wasn't the focus rn

rn, he was trying to figure out a way to keep that animal caged

as soon as katsuki took his eyes off him, the six yr old ran out the door as fast as his little legs could carry him

“catch me if you can, you old bastard!”

yup, it was his kid

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKER”

his son is blasting his way through the halls, skillfully evading Katsuki’s grabbing hands 

he’s wildly laughing as he flips and turns through the doors, watching with glee as his father falls on his face

multiple times

the small boy latches on to a cupboard and smirks

“no wonder mom always beats your ass! you weak!”

katsuki nearly looks like the devil, eyes white, and face red with fury

his pride suffering by the second

he’s about to cuss the kids to hell when you come out of the kitchen, confused

you were about to ask why katsuki looked like a rat with rabies before you caught sight of a basket of fruit teetering on the edge of the cabinet, above the little boy’s head

“look out--”

the basket falls on the kid’s head and he’s on the floor, reeling from the hit

katsuki would've normally laughed his ass off, but he felt kind of...concerned?

he watches you run towards the child who’s trying his hardest not to cry

the boy holds his head, fat tears in his eyes as you pick him up and coddle over him 

“i’m sorry, baby. I'm sorry i didnt get there in time” 

cue the waterworks 

the boy is full-on sobbing into your chest about how his head hurts

you bounce him and kiss his forehead as katsuki checks over the red bump 

“you’ll be okay, brat” he comforts, voice softer than usual

in that moment, katsuki can’t help but notice how much a family y’all look like rn

then the dots start connecting and he goes 

oh shit 

so, maybe, he’s had a tiny crush on you

and it didn’t help that you two were friends with benefits bc yall were horny teenagers

but who knew he’d get the balls to ask you out on a proper date one day

he was such a simp for you gosh it was ugly

“you have to be more careful from now on,”  you say to the boy 

the brat suddenly looks innocent and katsuki wants to throw him

“sorry, mommy. i’ll be gooder”

the look on your face is priceless 

bakugo uses it as a chance to kiss you 

“huh?”

“i guess now’s a good time to tell you that i want to be your dick on demand but with feelings and shit, dumbass”

[zet-sway]

@the-wip-project day 42:

What’s an an old idea that you've discarded?

Idea: Thane is dead. Shepard fucks off to the Citadel, gets drunk as fuck, sleeps with a drell man who (in the right lighting with the right amount of alcohol) looks vaguely like Thane, wakes up in his house, and has a complete breakdown. Timeline here is vague, maybe post-war???? I don't know.

Tumblr doesn't put dates on drafts so I don't know specifically when I had this idea, but I'd wager sometime around 2013-2014. I actually wrote most of this fic but I never did write a complete ending. After the WorstYearsOfMyLifeTM in 2017/2018, I decided I don't want to finish this idea. So this fic is incomplete and will stay that way.

About 1300 words-ish.

Warnings: Shep engages in sexual acts while drunk. The epilogue where she regrets her actions may be triggering for some folks. I will place a warning before that portion.

The old crew doesn’t worry when Shepard doesn’t answer her calls again.

It’s close to midnight when she blunders into him - he’s tall, lean, and not quite as firm as she remembers, but through her blurry vision, through the haze of intoxication, it’s almost him.

Words slip past her mouth and she struggles fruitlessly not to slur them. “Hey.”

He acknowledges her with a quiet stare and she watches his dark eyes.

"Are you into humans or am I just wasting my time?" She says, or tries to say.

The corner of his mouth turns upward and he speaks, uttering some kind of sly, overconfident and probably rude praise of her body. His words aren’t important after she gets the idea that he won’t throw her off him when she shuts him up with a bold kiss.

She slides neatly into his lap and he spares only a moment’s hesitation before pulling her closer and returning her kiss in earnest. Her fingers slide over his shoulders, trying to ignore the woven fabric that feels so different than the smooth leather she remembers. There’s too much alcohol on his breath for her to taste him properly, and it’s probably better that way. His hands smooth down her hips and over her backside, pulling her roughly against him as he kneads her flesh. His venom swims through her blood and the combination of his poison and the shots she’s taken is absolutely perfect. She feels more comfortable, her skin feels light. She sighs into his mouth, gripping his neck, his face, crushing his lips against hers. Surprisingly, he reciprocates. Scaled hands tangle in her hair, testing it's texture before using it to tug her closer. The pressure feels exquisite. He tugs her head back, baring her throat.

"I've never been with a human before," he mumbles as he nips her collarbone.

Her response is slurred. "Interested?" He tugs her hair sharp and she gasps loudly.

"Oh hell yeah."

Gasping, she moves his hand to her breast. "Here," she says. "We can get to the rest when we... ah.. when we find a room."

He gives her flesh an appreciative squeeze, testing the weight and fullness of her breast in his hand before planting his hands firmly on her ass and standing, lifting her clear off the ground. She barely manages to grab her drink before he's carrying her out of the club.

His apartment is a decent journey into the wards. She hardly notices the time has passed after she gulps down the rest of her drink and climbs into his lap. The cab driver makes a small noise of disgust before tinting the window.

She's giggling in her drunkenness when they arrive at his door. In the harshly lit hallway, he pushes her roughly against the door, while he fumbles to swipe his omni-tool over the entry and then they're stumbling inside, lips locked, falling on a couch or a chair or something soft and sturdy. It's dark inside, shadows passing over the dim light filtering in from Zakera as cars whiz by the window. She can't see him clearly - what color was he again? Green - that must be it. Green and chartreuse and emerald and all the familiar colors the seem to warm her hands and seep into her blood as she drags her palms over his scaled shoulders.

He's not Thane, but she's too far gone to remember that. In the dark, the thundering of her blood drowns out the sounds coming from the apartment above them. He's utterly fascinated with her hair, hands tangling in the tousled strands, apparently in favor of undressing her - but that's okay, they'll get to that eventually. It's not like she has anything he's never seen - they've done this a million times.

His venom swirls behind her eyes and he swipes his tongue over her lower lip just before catching it between his teeth. He's an aggressive kisser; his lips are firm and bruising and she loves it. As her head swims with the alcohol and venom in her blood, she swears she's never felt anything better.

It's a struggle, but she manages to untangle him from his shirt. He's horizontal now. When had that happened? His scales, greyed from the low light, are laid out before her like a field of stars. She pushes the shirt over his head and leaves it to tangle between his wrists as she flings off her own shirt and bra.

His dark eyes widen as her skin is bared. She pinches and rolls a nipple between her finger and misses how he bites his lip in anticipation because then she's slinking down his body and undoing his pants. Every breathy groan that passes his lips drives her need higher and higher until she can't stand it anymore and she crawls back up the shadowed expanse of his scales and then his hands are free and roaming all over her.

Lips locked again, they tumble off the cushions and she finds herself beneath him. His lips taste red, like raspberries or apples or emergency lights - she can't really tell after his venom hits her anew.

"Please," she whispers against his mouth, "please..."

Dry air hits her legs as he pushes her pants down her thighs and situates himself between them and then, without any further pretense, he slides home.

It burns so good, just like she remembers. It's like she's drowning in memories of him and it feels like just days ago they were making love against the warm rocks of the desert cliffs. She gasps at the thought, hips instinctively canting into his with each thrust.

It feels like hours before they're both spent. As she lays panting on the floor, exhaustion creeps into her bones and she falls asleep before his warmth leaves her. In the deep recesses of her mind, she's sound asleep in his arms - her long dead lover from a life that feels so far away that it may as well have been the memory of another woman.

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She wakes to the bright light of a nonexistent sun, groaning as pain and delirium assault her senses. Her back aches and her eyes are screwed shut in the wake of the mother of all hangovers. But more distressing than the pounding of her head is the hard surface beneath her and the unfamiliar scent of the blanket around her naked body.

"Hey." There's a rustle of movement and a shadow passing in front of her closed eyelids as her clothes, folded and stacked, are placed near her head. "I thought about moving you to the couch but I didn't want to wake you."

The drell before her confirms her fears. Dressed in only a pair of black shorts, he's lean and tall and dark, dark red.

Panic and anxiety bite at the edges of her mind but she compartmentalizes them, along with the pain and fatigue, as she'd always been trained to do. She grabs at her clothes and hurries to dress herself on rashy and reddened wobbly legs. It hasn't been two minutes before she's pulling her boots on and practically leaping for the door.

He calls after her, but she doesn't even look back. Whoever he is, she doesn't even want to see his face. She can barely hold herself together enough to hail a cab to dock 24, and once she's inside, she doesn't even try.

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And that's it. I think this is pretty dark, and unnecessary. Some people read and respect this sort of angst, I think. I don't want to dig into my to write feelings of loss anymore. I had a 30 minute hysterical breakdown because of a well written fic where Thane dies, I sure as hell don't need to be publishing this. But honestly, from a writing perspective, I think the wordplay has it's moments. Maybe I could adapt this into something more positive.

[enviedear]

satin and boots → draco malfoy

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which draco attends a gala hosted by a fashionable y/n and her elegant best friend. draco learns they love a good boot. and a good treehouse.

PAIRING ⌙ draco x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 2.4k

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“that’s absolutely hideous. makes me want to wretch.” lukas groans.

“it’s not that bad..” you say, looking down at the magazine.

lukas scoffs, “y/n for someone who’s been to countless fashion shows, you have zero taste. that dress,” he says pointing to the teal chiffon garment in the magazine. “well that dress should be a crime. and not in a good way.”

you laugh a little and flip to a new page. adorning the page is beautiful spread of satin mauve gowns.

“this is the one!” you exclaim, pointing to a tighter fit version of the colored gowns.

“place an order for it! it’ll come in time for my parents gala! i’ll make sure to get a matching tie.” your friend gleams.

the two of you are gushing over what accessories to wear when you’re interrupted.

“look blaise, the hufflepuffs have moved on from planting and cooking to pursue something more meaningful... shopping.” draco smirks.

you roll your eyes at the boy. malfoy could be such an annoyance for no reason.

“draco i think you’d benefit from a day with us. those shoes are so ghastly.” lukas snorts.

you giggle and tell your friend to play nice.

“whatever, avery. you and your blood traitor parents wouldn’t know the first thing about luxury.” draco seethes.

your best friend, lukas avery, a part of the sacred twenty-eight pure-blood families. not like he or his parents care. that fact, annoys malfoy to no end.

“malfoy leave us alone, i don’t see why you constantly have to instigate with everyone.” you say.

blaise grins at you, “draco you’ve upset the poor girl. you know how sensitive the ‘puffs are.”

lukas gets up from his seat, pulling you with him. he glares at the two slytherin boys before leading the two of you to the hufflepuff common room.

“i cant believe my parents invited their families to the gala. i swear i’m going to kill zabini and malfoy if they ruin my night.” lukas complains.

“don’t worry, i doubt they’ll cause a scene there. they can’t afford to make their perfect families look bad.” you joke.

—

the day of the gala comes quickly. on one of the hottest days of the summer. you wouldn’t have cared if it weren’t for the fact that the avery’s had you and their son setting up the outside for the gala.

“mother, do we have to bring all the tables in the gardens? cant the servants do it?” lukas asks.

his mother, jane, gives him a sharp look.

he quickly gives up on his idea and the two of you walk to the gardens, tables and chairs in tow. the avery’s gardens are lovely, full of green grass and a pleathora of gorgeous flowers.

“this wouldn’t be a problem if we could use magic.” you say, placing a chair by a small metal table.

“you stop complaining! i carried way more than you.” lukas scoffs, fanning his flushed face.

“you’re such a dic-” you stop before you finish, spotting his father beside the two of you.

“hi thomas!” you greet the tall gentleman.

he eyes you before saying, “i hope you can improve your choice of words by tonight, y/n. i’d hate to have to send you to bed early just because you start using you colorful vocabulary.”

lukas snorts as you sulk.

“you two can start getting ready, take your time. when you’re done i expect you two greet guests with me and your mother.” thomas tells the two of you.

“us? greeting everyone? even the malfoy’s?” lukas grimaces.

“yes lukas, even the malfoy’s.” thomas chuckles.

getting ready definitely distracts the both of you from any thoughts of annoying pureblood families.

you help lukas into his grey suit. the suit jacket is asymmetrical and he wears a mauve silk turtleneck under it.

“black boots or snakeskin?” he questions.

“snakeskin. you have a statement to make.”

then he helps you slip into your mauve gown. it hugs your curves wonderfully. the dress is held up by two thin straps and drapes down your chest. it’s a simple gown, but the tightness and texture make it a a sight to behold.

lukas does your hair to your liking and helps you clasp your necklace.

“we look dashing.” he smiles at the both of you in the mirror.

“i must say, we clean up expertly. also, i better get my earrings back after tonight. you stole my last pair, and i won’t let you this time.” you say tugging slightly on the crystal earrings he’s wearing.

lukas waves you off and holds his arm out for you, leading you down the spiraling staircase.

“look at how beautiful they are, thomas.” jane smiles, winking at you.

you thank her and take your place beside the family, beginning to greet the guests.

most of them you know through school, and easily sparked up converstation.

besides pansy, she wasn’t too keen of talking to you.

after an hour you began to feel tired of sparking up the same converstation with people. you were beginning to wish could banter with malfoy just for a change in conversation.

almost on cue, the malfoy’s enter the room. lukas glances at you and playfully rolls his eyes, earning a subtle shove from his father.

“lovely gala you’ve put together, jane.” narcissa says before greeting the rest of you.

“i’ll have to agree with my wife. everything looks immaculate,” lucius says. “and your son is growing up quite nicely. he takes after you, thomas”

as the parents drift off into a conversation, draco clears his throat. you look at him and smile.

“i see you’ve gotten new shoes, malfoy. i must say, you can’t go astray with a good boot. good choice.” you say.

lukas snickers, “although an off white suit? thats questionable.”

draco glares at him before retiring hs attention to you, “you look nice. i almost didn’t recognize you.”

you scoff, “i look extactly like myself, draco. i’m just in a tight dress.”

he doesn’t say anything, but instead, looks you up and down and smirks. you don’t know why, but the gesture sends a shock down your spine.

soon the malfoy’s make their way to a dining table, and you continue to greet guests for a few more minutes.

“lukas, escort y/n to the dance floor for the first dance. and please, do not try any new dance moves you saw at the ballet. we don’t need a repeat of last winter.” jane tells her son.

“it wasn’t my fault.. y/n didn’t practice.” he mutters.

you and lukas make your way to the middle of the ballroom. his right hand envelopes your own and he allows his left to sit at your waist.

suddenly the music begins and you and your best friend float around the room elegantly.

you hear a few ooo’s and ahh’s. that eases the awkwardness you feel about being the opening dancers.

“malfoy has a crush.” lukas whispers.

“how riveting.” you huff, focusing on the steps.

“oh, not just any crush. it’s you, love.” he says, dipping you down and winking.

“are you sure he’s not smitten with pansy.” you say, quirking your eyebrow up.

lukas raises you back up and spins you, “that’s a stupid question, no one likes pansy.”

“that’s rude.” you chastise.

“well she doesn’t know i said it. i think you should ask him to dance.” lukas grins.

the music stops. the guests clap respectively.

“i thought we hated malfoy?” you say.

“we don’t hate anyone. just ask him.” lukas tells you.

before you can protest, lukas leaves you going to dance with leo greene.

there was no way you’d ask malfoy to dance. so instead, you go to sit at your table. there’s an array of foods and cocktails to indulge, and indulge you do.

a boring hour passes and you decide to escort yourself to the gardens. by now, the stars are out and the guests are all inside. you’re all alone. as you walk through the hydrangeas you faintly hear your favorite song being played on the piano. you smile to yourself and gently sway to the beat.

“cant find a dancing partner, y/l/n?” draco asks, poking his head out in front of you.

you shriek and cover your mouth.

“don’t scare people, malfoy!” you say, slapping his wrist.

“oh please, i didn’t mean to,” he pauses and looks up and down at you again. “want to dance, y/l/n?”

you give him a questioning look but take his hand anyway.

“please refrain from stepping on my feet.” he teases.

“if i step on your feet it’s deserved.” you reply.

he rolls his eyes, and begins dancing with you.

“lukas is under the impression that you, draco dear, are harboring a crush on me.” you tell him.

“a crush? i’ll say i find you beautiful, but i don’t have a crush on you. you’re a half-blood hufflepuff.” he snorts.

you knew it. there was no way malfoy could have a crush on you.

“that’s what i said.” you say plainly, allowing him to continue guiding you through the gardens in a simple dance.

“what’s that over there?” malfoy asks nodding his head in the direction of a tree.

you look over and see he’s talking about the treehouse lukas and you built your first year. you smile and look back to him, "would you like to see?"

"i guess.." he says, letting you go.

you lead him to the tree house and tell him to climb up, you follow suit.

inside sit a conglomeration of things lukas and you have collected over the years. there’s a badger plush toy, bean bags, a muggle radio with stickers covering it, a love letter a muggle boy wrote you fourth year, an empty bottle of whiskey, and a hufflepuff flag.

draco looks the place over and picks up the letter.

“what is this?” he asks, shit-eating grin covering his pale face.

“that is none of your business!” you say, grabbing the letter.

“no no, hand it back. i want to see.” he says.

you glare at him, “you’ll just make fun of me.”

“i swear i won’t make fun of you, now give it here.” he says, snatching it up.

he scoffs before looking back down to the letter.

he begins to read aloud, “my dearest y/n, i get very sad when you leave for school. i wish i could go with you. i miss seeing your pretty face all the time. the boys back home miss you too. when you get back i think we should all watch the rest of the star wars movies. josh’s dad got them all for christmas! i miss you so much. i think i like you a little too much now. the other day while i was in the shower i started thinking about your pretty eyes. and now, i’m certain they’re my favorite thing about you. i hope school is going well! i was sorry to hear about that guy that was making fun of you.. drago? don’t let him get to you. he probably doesn’t know how to talk to a pretty girl like you. some guys are insecure like that. oh and can you send those weird chocolates again? last thing, i remembered you liked my jumper i had on the last you saw me, so i sent it to you. i hope you’ll wear it! i cant wait to see you.” he finishes and looks over to you.

“drago? i assume that’s me.” he says.

“yes, draco.” you reply

“i wasn’t that mean to you fourth year.” he insists.

“oh, you were beyond mean. you were a complete git, malfoy.”

he laughs and places the note back in its place. turning to look at he the bean bags.

“what are those?” he quizzes.

“you sit in them, they’re called bean bags.” you relate.

he glances around the room once more before sighing.

“what now, malfoy?” you ask.

“i lied.” he declares.

you furrow your brows, “about what?”

“when i said i didn’t have a crush on you. i do. i like you. you’re... nice.” he admits.

“i’m nice?”

“well amongst other things, but i didn’t want to fuel your ego. salazar knows you have enough of that from hanging around avery.” he replies.

“i would like to say i as well have a crush on you, but i feel like this is some sort of prank you’re pulling on me with blaise and pansy.” you quip.

“it’s not a prank. i wouldn’t go this far for a prank. y/l/n, i’m in some stupid treehut you made back in first year just because i like you. i made sure zabini and parkinson didn’t annoy you or your bloody friend tonight. and i danced with you in a garden of flowers. i don’t know how much more obvious i can be.” he nags.

you raise your brows, “okay okay, i believe you. i like you too draco. you’re... unique.”

he rolls his eyes at your joke.

“seriously. you’re a sight to behold. you’re beautiful, charming when you want to be, intelligent, and you know what you want.” you smile.

he returns the gesture and relaxes.

“but you have to stop being a dick or else i won’t entertain you.” you say, firmly.

“i can do that.” he remarks.

you laugh and pull him toward you. his eyes scan your face before leaning in.

“no way. seriously no way.” you hear lukas guffaw.

you look behind you and see your friend and leo, eyes shooting out of their sockets.

“oh fuck off lukas.” you giggle, throwing the badger at him.

“i’ll leave, i just-,” he blinks rapidly while pointing at you and draco, “that was just unexpected.”

you roll your eyes and wait for him to be far away from the treehouse before you lean back into draco and kiss him.

it’s a delicate kiss, full of innocence. it makes you feel utterly weightless.

“i have to get back to my parents. i’ll write to you though. i hear the avery’s are throwing another party before school. i’d like to have you as my date.”

“your date? but what about your parents. they wouldn’t like that one bit.” you ask.

“i couldn’t care less. at least you’re not a bloody muggle.” he teases, earning a slap on the wrist from you.

“i really like you draco malfoy. don’t mess this up.” you say, watching him ascend down the ladder.

he looks up at you and smiles, “never.”

[justsomefluff]

Hello I was wondering if you could do an ateez reaction to going to a fashion show with their girlfriend 🥺❤

here it is!! sorry it’s so late!! I hope you enjoy! <3

Hongjoong:

Okay so Joong is the type to pretend he doesn’t want to go

But then love every second of it

And after your first one, he’s gonna beg you to go to more shows with him

Like every time a model comes out wearing something new, even if the entire look is hideous, he’s gonna complement something about the look

Because he knows how hard the models and designers work to make all this happen

And if there’s a look he really really loves, he’ll look at you and be like

Im gonna buy that for you

Suddenly showering you in complements

“Babe, you’d look so beautiful in that”

“Babe, you’re the most stunning person in here”

NO FAX, JUST PRINTER

And at the end of the night, you’ve both compiled a list of colors and styles you would like to see on each other

So you decide to make each other outfits for the next date you go on

And its just so cute bc Joongie really does draw inspiration from everything he sees

So he totally writes a song about this experience with you

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa is not shy about his love for fashion

Like he has his own sense of style, and he loves choosing things that he feels will express his personality

So when you guys get the chance to go to a fashion show together

OH BOY GET READY

He’s gonna grade every look under his breath on a scale from 1-10

And then he’ll tell you what he likes most about each style that is presented

He tries not to be too critical though bc he knows that everyone’s tastes are different

Will also ask your opinion on the outfits

Like “ooh what do you think of that one? I really like the textures on it!”

You will both choose your top two outfits 

like you choose them so that you have one you want just for yourself and one that you want for him

And then he does the same

You typically choose similar looks because you know each other’s style super well

And Hwa is totally the type to surprise you by buying you one of the pieces he had seen you eyeing more than the others

“Just as a thank you for coming with me :)”

Yunho:

His crackhead comes out in full force at fashion shows, believe me

I mean seriously

Every time something comes out that he doesn’t like he insults it in a really funny way

And you’re sitting in the front row so your literally biting your lip so hard to not laugh in front of all these cameras

Like a model comes out with a bunch of feathers on her outfit and Yunho’s just like 

“Heads up, everybody, Chicken Little has just hit the stage!”

Or if he sees something particularly revealing he’s like

“Wouldn’t you love to see me in that, baby”

Like would you just hush already lmao

He takes a picture of every single look that he finds funny, just so he can send them to you later with a funny caption

But he also sees one he really loves

Will take a picture of your side profile when you aren’t looking

And the model is coming down the runway in the background

He will save that picture as his background as a reminder that he is going to get you that outfit someday

But he will try not to let you find out that he was so soft about it lmao

So he tries to keep you from seeing his wallpaper

He really wants it to be a surprise, but he also cant stop looking at the picture and imagining the moment you are finally able to put the outfit on

Yeosang:

(he’s so cute I cant breatheeee)

Yeosang will sit pretty silently through most of it

But do not be fooled

NO MODEL IS SAFE

He is judging and critiquing every single look like it is his JOB

The most stone cold poker face you will ever see

Will only crack a smile if you whisper “you’d look so good in that, Sangie”

But when you finally leave he will show you any of the pictures he had taken and start a legitimate conversation about how you liked or disliked each look

Has a grading system lmao

Like you have A-F grading scale, but also categories that each look has to fulfill

Color, texture, fit, overall flow of the patterns and clothing items, etc.

And you can play along for a while before you’re finally like 

“YEOSANG, WE ARENT JUDGES ON NEXT TOP MODEL”

“We could be”

Like boy if you don’t-

But then he gives in and he’s like “just tell me which one you loved the most and I’ll tell you if it was good or not”

So you do and he’s like “THAT WAS THE WORST LOOK OF THE ENTIRE NIGHT WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT”

And then that launches a playful debate about who has better fashion sense

But overall you both had a really good time and plan on making this an annual tradition

San:

(he’s so breathtaking here im sorry I mean cmon his hair matches his sweatshirt)

This fashionista here

Sees the artistry in every look and compliments literally everything

Very genuine in his appreciation for the work that has been done

Spewing compliments the entire time

“Omg look how intricate all the stitching is.”

“That fascinator is so stunning, look at all the colors wow”

And it’s so cute to just watch him

Like he’s assessing all the models with the biggest doe eyes

He really is like a little kid at Disneyland for the first time

Just so excited and appreciative of every little thing

“I wish our next comeback could be so beautiful like this!”

“Sannie, your comebacks are always beautiful”

“BUT LOOK AT ALL THIS ELEGANCE!!”

It’s just so adorable

And when the designer comes out at the end of each parade of models, you can bet San is cheering the loudest

And he’ll be so inspired and as his makeup noonas to try and replicate some of the looks he had seen

Gets hella motivated and literally starts drawing up ideas that he has for costumes and things

He’s just a sweet baby who sees the beauty in everything and wants to make beautiful things too

And he will always ask your opinion on his drawings

“Do you like this one? Do you think it could work?”

And of course you tell him all of them are fantastic bc they are

And you guys work together to make some of his outfit dreams come true

Mingi:

At fashion shows, Mingi thrives bc models tend to be really tall for some reason

As a short person, I am offended by tall people’s clothes

ANYWAY

Mingi is just looking at the pants like “I bet those would actually fit me on the first try”

And then he’s like “baby, I could be a model”

And you’re like “I already knew that, you’ve always been pretty”

He gets blushy aww

“I’m pretty” UWUUUUUU

And now that you’ve got him going you cant just let that blush fade away I mean its too cute

Don’t squander this opportunity to make our baby blush even harder

So literally every other model your whispering “you’d look better in that”

“You’d be the best model here, Minnie”

And eventually he’s smiling so big and blushing so hard that he’s like “stoop my cheeks hurt”

So you settle for giving him a lil smoochie on his cheek

But then he shall take his revenge

Starts complementing you even more than you had complemented him

Thus begins a complement war

By the end, both of you realize that you’ve ignored the last two sets of models and had just been telling each other how much you love each other over and over

Get a room you guys I mean really

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung is a giggly mess

The entire time

Because he thinks every little thing is funny

A model’s makeup is too extreme? He’s laughing

Someone’s hair is too wild? He’s laughing

Someone looks like they rolled straight out of a dumpster? he’s laughing and saying “thats you”

Like SHUT UP lmaoooo

He’s also laughing bc he’s imagining the members in all of the ugly outfits

Like “lmao imagine Hongjoong wearing that big ole hat”

“Imagine Seonghwa wearing those balloon shorts”

Like he’s so annoying lmao

But it does have you both laughing hard enough to get dirty looks from other spectators

Once he eventually calms down and hushes himself, he actually starts getting into it and thoroughly enjoys watching the way the clothes flow when the models walk and stuff

He finds it genuinely interesting to see how each artist has fit the clothes to each specific model’s body type

But he will still fit in some snide comments here and there to make sure you’re fully entertained

Bc if he’s not laughing… is it really Wooyoung

Jongho:

Okay Jongho is definitely into fashion

Whether he is obvious about his affinity for cool clothes or not, he’s into it okay

And he evaluates every look in terms of “would I look good in that? Would bae look good in that? Would any of the hyungs look good in that?”

Very thoughtful baby

Will take pictures to send to people and be like “this reminds me of you”

Will say it directly to you too

He is also kinda cheesy and poetic about it

“The bright pink reminds me of how happy you make me”

“That blue is like the sky when you’re around: cloudless”

Eventually you’re like “oh shut up ya freak” lmao

And then he’s laughing bc he’s embarrassed that he said all that

He’s like “why am I so cheesy”

And you low-key love it so you just smile at him

But then he keeps taking pictures of the models and eventually starts taking pictures of you bc he just loves you and finds you so breathtaking awww

At the end of the night he’s so sweet to you and thanks you for coming with him and hopes you had a good time and-

You just kiss him and tell him you had a lot of fun and you should definitely do it again next time there’s a show in town

He definitely agrees bc he really just loved sharing that experience with you

[youarerageandserenity]

Borderlands Foam Wig Tutorial (Tyreen)

I was chatting with the lovely @void-noises-exe​ and it eventually circled around to offering to make a wig tutorial because you don’t see too terribly many, just thought I’d throw mine out ( especially because It was next to impossible to find good references of a foam version of Ty’s hair.) So this will be for foam wigs in general but Tyreen’s hair specifically (with a few pics of my Fiona wig from tales as well because they better accentuate my points) I didn’t plan on making this so I am missing a few pictures that might be helpful but here we go. This will not be short.

Supplies: 

-Craft foam (ideally, in small and XL sheets, but you can make do with whatever size you have available) 

- Spray paint as close to the BASE color of the wig you need (for Ty I used white, for Fiona a medium brown) ideally in a matte. 

- a FUCKLOAD of paints (i use cheap acrylics from the craft store ) in Black, and then several shades of the colors in the hair. (For Fiona i used i think four browns? Tyreens shaved sides have three browns, and the top had an additional yellow-brown i mixed) try to vary them in darkness levels to add depth.

- multiple paint brushes. I like to use around four or five of varying sizes and hardness levels.

- plenty Hot glue, and a hot glue gun (note: you COULD use other typres of adhesive, I like hot glue because its got great hold on foam, it sets FAST and worst case scenario I can take a hair dryer to it and melt it again if I need something to be undone.)

- scissors

- duct tape

-plastic wrap

-sharpie

-wig head

-Plenty of reference images

(optional supplies include a rotary cutter and or exacto-knife [trust me, itll make your life so much easier] ,  and patience. )

SO to start

1) Put your hair in a wig cap or however you plan on wearing it under your wig. Wrap your whole hair bit of your head in plastic wrap. Make sure you get over your ears and the baby hairs on your neck if you want to keep them. 

2) Wrap all the plastic covered bits in duct tape. This is easier for a friend to do on you, but not impossible to do alone, just make sure to get it all. It should be snug. Make sure you get as far down the back of your neck and down your sideburn area as you can. (Most characters have a bit of fringe hanging down in the back so its not the BIGGEST concern for them, but Ty’s got nada so you’re gonna want some good coverage for your hair line.) 

3) Take your sharpie and draw an outline of where your ear is, and along the hairline you’d like your wig to have. For short haired characters you dont want to cut too far behind the ear or your hair will peek out, so I like to underestimate how big my ear is and adjust as needed later. Dont make your wig hairline too high either, particularly if you’re making a wig for a character who has no fringe in the front. 

4) Take that bad boy off and cut along your outlines. Try it on again, adjust lines as needed. rinse and repeat. 

5) once you reach a semi-accurate mold of your head, you’re gonna wanna take it off and cut AT LEAST 4 (front, back, and both sides (I like to do 8, it will lay flatter) sections,coming to a point at the crown of your head. It should come out looking something like this. NOTE : they’re all still connected in the middle. If you’re doing 8, cut each of these 4 in half. )

6) Lay out your foam beneath this. If you dont have a piece of foam big enough to trace this bad boy onto, what I do is literally just break out the hot glue gun a bit early, glue a couple pieces together along the edges, until i get a nice big connected surface. Trace this guy on there as accurately as you can, cut it out, and then glue all your sides together. Now you should have a foam version of your duct tape hat. 

(Dont worry if the sides wont stay down, if you’re doing a character like Ty where thats an issue, we’ll get to that part later. ) 

7) (Optional but VERY helpful) Grab your wig head, and your duct tape head. Tape the duct tape back together and put something in it to make it hold shape, I use poly-fil. Tape the head-form to the wig head, and put your little foam cap on top of that. 

8)  Time to get creative. You’re gonna want to start from the bottom layers first. For Tyreen that’s the long fringe and her undercut. The strategy I decided on was to take a few large rectangular strips of foam, and lay them out everywhere I wanted the undercut to be and cut along the edges to match the hairline. I don’t have a picture of this exact point in the process but I have one from the beginning of the next step. Really the only thing to note at this point is obviously, your head is round and rectangles are not, for the curves where it sticks up along the edges, cut down where it sticks up in a little triangle and hot glue the ends together (you can sort of see this at the top left in the picture below). Dont worry about seams at this point, we’ll hide them later. 

9) This was not the case for Fiona who has very flat hair ( especially because of her hat) but Tyreen has a lot of volume especially towards the front of her head. For hair pieces that need volume, such as the ones that are glued down here, cut two of the exact same foam piece (i like to do them in little waves like the side, but also just a little arch is good for volume without flips such as the front piece) and glue the matching edges together. Make sure the hair triangle is facing the way youd like it to! Then Flatten out the top as much as you can, the bottom will keep the volume and the top ill be able to be covered by “2D” hair pieces. 

(NOTE: Honestly, it’s REALLY difficult to end up with an exact copy of cannon, and I ALLLLWAYS get carried away with the spikes. In the end, go by your reference images, but also follow your heart. Cosplay is half about having fun creating. )

10) Once youve started gluing, make sure to keep in mind where your part is (if you have one). For Fiona i didn’t trust myself so I glued in the hair at the part BEFORE anything, and left them ready to be glued down while I worked my way up to them. 

NOTE: All the hair at the parts of BOTH wigs is a single piece of foam.You want a nice wide base whenever possible to cover up the seams of all of the other edges of the hair. For your part, Carefully glue along the very end of your strip of foam and stick it down. It will be the last piece to be glueddown on top of everything else to make it look nice and clean. 

11) Slowly start working your way around the head, gluing down first anything that will need to be covered (3D pieces and bottom pieces) before getting towards the top where youll need to be more strategic about what is going down and what can cover your edges. I’d definitely recommend mixing 2D and 3D pieces if that’s something you want to experiment with, otherwise, such as in the pic below, it is possible to get volume from a 2D piece, simply by gluing it in a way where it wont lie flat against the head. 

12) in the picture above you can also catch a glimpse of Ty’s cow lick. Those are done exactly the same as our 3D pieces from before, only you trace the edges of the open end, and should end up with a triangular third side to be glued in, then just glue along the edges just like the hair part. 

13) Dont feel you have to overdo how many pieces the hair has, remember you may also paint in pieces and designs when it comes to the line-art! 

14) Once you’ve added everything from the bottom that you’d like to, go ahead and glue down your hair-part. 

15) So, obviously, I wasn’t a big fan of Tyreen’s undercut just being flat foam across half my head. So I took an exacto to it for what felt like years. REALLY over-do it on the edges, it’ll get rid of that harsh foam line and give it a little more of a natural blend. Also pay special attention to all of your seams in the foam. The more distressing there is there, the less youll be able to spot lines later. 

16) So once you have the overall structure of your wig and you’re thinking you might be happy with this, its spray paint time. (I’d recommend disposable gloves for this, you’re gonna need to maneuver it every which way to get the pain in every cranny and that paint does NOT like to come off easy.)  Theres really not much advice I can offer on it, just be patient, and do a couple layers, spray it from every angle and let it dry completely before moving on to the next step unless youre as impatient as I am and dont mind ruining a few paintbrushes. 

17) So, like the Fiona pic a few back or this one here, you should have a fairly flat evenly painted foam sculpture. Now is around the time you might start seeing all the inaccuracies in what you’ve made. You gotta push past that it’ll look great I promise. Time to get really creative. 

18) for Ty I started by painting the buzzed bits in a base brown, and started in on the line art and her roots while i waited for it to dry before going in with two more colors of brown for depth. 

19) For her roots I ended up using three colors. Black at the very bottom (which blends into the line art) a dark brown that matches more or less the buzz, and then after the fact, a custom yellowed-brown to blend better into the white and give us a little more texture. For this and the rest of the cel-shading in the hair, dab your brush before painting and try to mostly stick to light strokes in one direction (OR: if you have one, a particularly hard bristled paint brush does wonders for this) you don’t want the ends of your strokes to be too defined. 

20) Outline the edges of the hair and all prominent pieces, particularly the hot-glue seams, itll make them less noticable. (dont forget the little animation squiggles for Ty’s sides) and beyond that-- honestly, black out to your hearts content. These pics are from when I thought I’d finished. I really felt I’d over detailed. The next day I looked at a picture and realized there is always WAY more texture and outlining than I feel like I see. Honestly, you cant really over-do it, especially with fine solid black lines. 

21) The next day I came back at it with the yellowed-brown and LOTS more solid black lines. (Currently in the process of taming down where I got too excessive with the spikes on the side) 

22) Once it’s all dried, time to try on. Here’s where we address if you have a short haired character, and the edges of your wig just wont stay down -- invest in a little theatrical grade spirit gum. It’s not too terribly expensive, and unfortunately, I tried the cheaper halloween makeup kind, and it just wont hold how you need it too (and please for my sake, also make sure you get spirit gum remover) I took some hair gel (you could also use elmers glue) just to glue up as much of my hair as I could on the sides and the back of my neck to keep them from the spirit gum, and dabbed it along all of the prominent edges of the wig (namely, side and back) wait for it to get a little tacky and stick that MF-er down good. 

Aaaaand Voila??? 

Let me know if I missed any steps? Its fairly simple, once you get going -- just time consuming. 

[starrybouquet]

Rare Metals

I finally worked up the nerve to post a fic! It's fluff, enjoy! And let me know what you think :)

Read on AO3 (you’ll need to be logged in)

***

As usual, it was all Daniel's fault. After all, he was the one who'd glimpsed Furling text on the MALP footage of P6X-830. Which meant, of course, that SG-1 had been sent to said planet. Nevermind the fact that P6X-830 was a perpetually rainy planet.

Oh, yeah, and the rain was green. Something about copper in the atmosphere. Go figure.

The greenish drizzle predicted by the SGC's weather guys had turned into a torrential downpour about four hours after SG-1's arrival, prompting them to triple-time it back to the 'Gate. Of course, they crested the last hill only to find that the 'Gate was now on the other side of a large river.

And so now they were here, hiding in two tents on the high ground across from the Stargate and waiting for the rain to end.

Jack stared disconsolately at his soggy ration bar. Or tried to stare at it. With the clouds and the planet's sun already set, it was hard to see anything, and he wasn't going to waste his flashlight on inspecting his ration bar--it might convince him not to eat it.

"Sir?" That was Carter, sitting on the other side of the tent, trying to ask him something. He roused himself from his ration-induced stupor and looked at her.

"Yeah?"

"Did we pack an extra jacket? Mine's soaked through." Oh, yeah. He'd been in charge of that this time. He leaned forward, trying not to let his mud-specked pack touch his nice, dry clothes, and also trying not to think of the associations "Carter" and "soaked" formed in his head.

"Here ya go, Carter." Jack tossed the extra jacket where he thought her legs were, though it could have been her feet. It was hard to tell through a sleeping bag.

"Thanks, sir."

 ***

Clad in a Jack O'Neill-scented coat and burrowed down as far as humanly possible into her sleeping bag, Sam Carter tried to fall asleep.

She'd gone through the slightly awkward process of changing into blessedly dry clothes while pretending to ignore the fact that her CO-who-she cared-about-a-lot-more-than-she-was-supposed-to was doing the same a few feet away, in the same tent. But while the dry clothes and sleeping bag were nice, she was still freezing. And, more to the point, as soon as she laid down she'd found a nice, hard lump smack in the middle of her back.

Sam spent a few more minutes debating whether it was worth losing the modicum of warmth she'd trapped in the sleeping bag trying to move something that was most likely a tree root, and came to the conclusion that she was ninety nine-percent sure that the lump hadn't been there when she put down her sleeping bag, and would therefore be more willing to move than a tree root. She thought it was probably a rock, though she couldn't imagine how she hadn't noticed it before.

Thus decided, Sam sat up and fished around awkwardly beneath her sleeping bag, looking for the offending object. Finally, her hand came in contact with something hard. With a grunt of triumph, she slid it away from her sleeping bag to the middle of the tent. Intrigued by the odd texture--it was nothing like the rock she'd been expecting, it was...softer and spikier, somehow--she pulled out her flashlight.

"Sorry, sir," she whispered.

"S'okay," O'Neill muttered, having apparently been bothered enough by her tossing and turning to sit up himself.

She shined the beam on the rock--and promptly froze.

It wasn't a rock at all. It was squarish, dark blue in color, and appeared to be covered in velvet.

She was pretty sure it was a ring box.

And since she was absolutely sure she had never ever brought jewelry offworld, then that meant...

With trepidation, she looked slowly up from the ring box into a rather panicked set of brown eyes illuminated by the flashlight.

Yup. It was Colonel O'Neill's.

 ***

Shit.

Exactly how had the ring he had purchased half a year ago gotten itself stuck under Carter's sleeping bag? And, more importantly, what was he supposed to say?

Jack stared at Carter as she slowly looked from the box to him, her eyes wide and confused.

"I'm not going to give it to you," he blurted.

Wow. Of all the things to say, he'd picked that? Sometimes, Jack was surprised at his own stupidity.

Carter blinked once, and her confusion fled behind a completely neutral mask. "O-Of course not, sir. That would be inappropriate." Her eyes, however, looked suspiciously glassy.

"No, that's not what I meant! I mean, I didn't mean to bring it, but-Hell."

He looked down, frustrated at his inability to articulate, and scrubbed a hand over his face.

Just make an excuse and get out of this, O'Neill.

He returned his gaze to Sam's face, only to find her head bowed instead, inspecting the threads of her sleeping bag as intensely as if they were one of her naquadah generators.

And something in the tilt of her shoulders, the cant of her head, the stillness of her fingers against the bright light of the flashlight told Jack that she was hurt. She tried to conceal it, shove it down so that even she couldn't feel it, but it didn't work.

They had always been able to read each other.

And in that moment, suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not the regs, not the Goa'uld, not the pouring rain, not the hard ground. Jack knew they couldn't have the life he, at least, wanted, not until the war was over. But fate had given him a chance, and just this once, he'd take it. He could feel the panic melting away into resolve.

"Car-Sam," he said softly. He scooted toward the center of the tent and picked up the blue box.

She looked up then, and a bit of the confusion was back, clouding her eyes, along with something else. He thought, very quietly lest anyone hear him thinking too sappily, that it might've been hope. Cautiously, she moved herself toward him, sleeping bag and all.

Jack took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. He'd already messed this up with his perpetual foot-in-mouth syndrome once, and he'd be damned if he would let it happen this time.

"D'you remember when you went with SG-6 to that planet, the one with all the telescopes? A few months ago?"

Carter nodded, but didn't say anything. Apparently, being Carter and therefore fluent in Jack-speak, she'd figured out that he was trying to say something serious for a change and knew that talking would break his fragile concentration.

"Well, that week, while you were off playing with the other science geeks, Teal'c and I got to babysit Daniel. The planet he was negotiating with...PS7-whatever...did a lot of metalwork with their naquadah. Lots of fancy art shops and stuff. Anyway, one of the shops sold rings-" He couldn't hold her gaze, could feel the panic coming back with a vengeance. He fidgeted with the cuff of his BDU shirt. "Engagement rings, mostly."

Jack's hands felt like lead, but he forced himself to open the box, hand it to her.

"I got one. The ring--it's yours. I'm giving it to you." He looked down. "I love you," he said softly. "You deserve to know that. And maybe, you know, after the Goa'uld are gone, someday-"

He glanced up, but his eyes refused to focus on her face clearly enough for him to read her expression.

Sam's hand landed on his knee, and moved up, and suddenly his nose was in her hair and Jack could feel tears seeping through his shirt. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around her, and her hands gripped the back of his shirt, pulling him closer.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Huh?" Somehow, all these months and he'd never really thought about what she'd say if she ever saw the ring. Self-preservation, maybe.

She released him just enough so that they were nose to nose. Her eyes were so blue, even in the semi-darkness, wide and glassy with tears, and she was smiling that smile. The one that made his stomach flip.

"Jack, I love you. Yes."

He could feel himself smiling, a full-out grin, and he couldn't help it, didn't feel like he had any control over the happiness spreading over his features.  He pulled Sam tight against him again, buried his head in her shoulder, trying to convey everything he couldn't put into words into the squeeze of his arms around her.

"You know, you never actually let me ask the question..." he murmured into her shoulder after several minutes.

She didn't respond, but her arms slackened a bit and Jack pulled back, brown eyes still sparkling but face set in a very serious mien. Without breaking her gaze, he scuffled around the tent until he found the blue box and lifted the ring between them solemnly.

"Samantha Carter, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Sam smiled again, teasing this time. "I already said yes."

He dropped the solemnity and smirked back. "I know you did, but I wanted to do it right. It's my only chance, after all."

The strange surface of the naquadah alloy glinted as Jack slid it onto her finger.

Sam glanced at him in surprise. "How did you know my ring size?”

“I remember a lot of stuff,” he mumbled embarrassedly.

Sam smiled that smile at him again, brighter than the sun. "I know I just said it, but I love you. And we'll figure this out."

"Right back atcha," Jack murmured.

And finally, he leaned in and kissed her.

[dominodamsel]

Hi! I just found you through @revolutionaryduelist and I just wanna say 1, I LOVE your art, and 2, could I ask a lil’ about your art? What program(s) do you use? What brush do you use for your AMAZING lineart and how do you choose lineart colors?? What dark magic do you use to shade??? I find your use of color phenomenal! Have an amazing day! :-D

thanks for this nice ask! i use paint tool sai, specifically the anglicized version that you can find online.

lets draw bernie fire emblem and go through my process.

first off, my brushes.

this is the brush i use for sketching, coloring, and cleaning. sometimes for highlights in the eyes or the rough first patch of shading, i also use ink pen, just the default settings.

this is my blending brush. if you give it a texture, blending stuff wont look as boring as it otherwise might. 

now, let’s draw bernadetta.

(1) first of all, the rough sketch. i start out with just shapes and then just keep going, all on one layer.

(2) then, i clean that sketch up a little - not too much, you dont need it to look perfect. i dont like drawing lineart at all, so this is what i work with - the sketch, a bit cleaned up, put on multiply. i change the color of the sketch according to what im drawing. for example, if i draw a character like inigo, whos got brown skin and hair, ill end up with yellow, orange or red lineart. if i draw a character during the night, ill use blue lineart. if its dusk, maybe a strong purple. you can change this later, as well.

next, below, i fill in the colors, usually about a layer for each color i use. i usually start out with the hair and end with skin, but it doesnt really matter. try to use colors that vary in saturation and brightness - if everything is very saturated, things end up looking blinding, but if everything is desaturated, it might be boring to look at. this isnt a hard rule, of course, but for this kind of normal illustration with neutral lighting conditions, its good to keep in mind.

now, onto shading. here i used the ink pen for a moment. take your base color, in this case bernies purple hair. the highlight is less saturated, and moves up the color wheel, more toward a reddish tone. the shadow is more saturated, and moves down, toward a blue-ish purple. you can also make the highlight more saturated than the base and the shadow less saturated than the base, but i think its best to decide on one or the other. moving along the color wheel rather than just decreasing or increasing brightness will also help making the picture more vivid.

for hair and gauntlets, i just put on the shadow and highlight and blend it out with the blend tool. for skin and fabric, i use a different method.

first, add blush. blush should be far more saturated than the skin color. i added a touch of deep red in the middle as well for depth. this should be blended.

the shadows on the skin, however, i fill in with ink pen. some parts of this need hard lines, like the outside of the ear shadow, the lower side of the nose shadow, etc. you dont just want an airbrushed look, but a defined line. for this, i use a shade that is slightly more saturated than the base color, but not as saturated as the blush.

then, i add a lowlight color to make the shadow feel more dynamic and interesting. you can go many ways with this - if you check the coat in the next few images, youll see that i used a less saturated color to counteract the very orange shadow. in the case of her skin, i used a more saturated color that is very pink to mimic her hair. i cant really explain this step well, because most of the time, i get to that shade through experimenting.

blend some of the lowlight, but make sure not to ruin the harder lines of the shadow. i did it on the same layer as the base color because im lazy, but you could easily make a clipped layer, add the shadow, and then preserve opacity to make sure everything stays clean. for my purpes it doesnt really matter though since ill be going over the whole thing during cleaning again.

in the circled areas, i took the blush color and gently airbrushed some on for depth and warmth.

heres the rest of the shading. as i said, i used a less saturated reddish tone for the lowlight in the cape. for the bow and cape, i opted out of highlight, because i imagine them as made out of a sort of thick, unreflective fabric. 

now, all thats left to do is clean! i make a new layer atop everything, zoom in a bit, and go over it all with my brush and the eyedrop tool. a lot of my WIPs look like this, with a part of it very crisp and clean and most of it still sketchy and vague lol. colordrop from everywhere, and create something nice!

in the end, this is the finished picture! i turn the blend on my brush up and down depending on what im doing and what i need. the cleaning process takes the longest by far.

anyways, i hope this was helpful. if you have other questions, feel free to ask ‘em.

[boratanical]

graphics guide

a guide filled with basic info, tips, and answers to common questions that i hope helps people who want to start making graphics

*this was made based on my experiences of making graphics and is what i thought was important to cover but everyone has different ways and approaches so dont feel the need to follow everything on here

what is a graphic?

a graphic (also known as ‘gfx’) is a image edit that incorporates various elements (textures, filters, text, etc) in order to visualize a idea or to create a aesthetic composition 

unlike making gifs, there is no right or proper way to make a graphic so dont get too caught up in the idea that a graphic should look a certain way - just stick with your style and what you think looks good 

anatomy

image/subject

usually the main focus of the whole graphic

you should always try to use a sharp hd picture - getting it from the original source is always the best option 

make sure the source of the picture allows editing - pictures from public sources like a company or the news can be edited while fansite pics and scans need to have permission asked (and if they give you permission make sure you link them when you post your graphic!)

coloring 

often referred as ‘psd’ because that is the format they are in (i.e. pink psd pack)

comprise of multiple layers that can alter the images look 

a lot of people make their own colorings since the outcome of the look also depends on the image’s original coloring 

textures

smaller cut out images that are often used to decorate the graphic

can also refer to a image that can be use as a background of a graphic

can be found in the form of a png (copy + paste into graphic) or a brush (”painted” on to the graphic) 

avoid using any textures that does not state the original poster made them - you could unintentionally be using someone’s work that was not made to be used [read more about it here + resources that you can actually use]

text

text can be used to tell information or just for decoration

try to choose fonts and colors that are legible

faq 

what software can i use to make graphics

most people use some version of photoshop (i currently use photoshop cc 2018) and a lot people have it cracked but if you cant afford photoshop, find a cracked version or a patcher (i used adobe zii 3.0.4 for mac), or are uncomfortable with getting a cracked version then there are other softwares that are just as good!

i can only vouch for gimp since i used it when i first started making gfxs. it is very similar to photoshop and shares most of the same tools and has a similar look to photoshop. it is also probably the most popular photoshop alternative and would totally recommend it if you cant get photoshop!

[visit + download gimp here]

where do you get your pictures from

official sources such as teasers companies release, photos released by press, photos from idol’s instagram - basically photos that are made for the public to see are whats best to use for a gfx. you should download the photos straight from the source so you get it at its highest quality 

some phrases you can use to search for pictures on google: - [group name] photoshoot - [idol name] press  - [group name] showcase  - [idol name] teaser

remember the more specific you are in your search the better! also when you search through google make sure you check your source!

avoid getting photos from reposting websites like we heart it and pinterest  avoid using fansite pictures and scans unless you are granted permission

i don’t know where to start/i’m overwhelmed and i don’t know what to do/ where should i begin

figure out what you want to make or a theme you want to follow - do you want to make a simple graphic or a infographic? do you want it to center around a certain theme like a comeback or a photoshoot? once you determine what you want to do it becomes easier getting ideas and finding stuff you will need for the gfx

example thought process: “i want to make a loona graphic” →  do you want it to be the whole group or a certain member or unit? will it just be a simple gfx or a AU gfx or based on a event that the group is doing? “i’ve decided on doing a kim lip one” → do you want it to have a certain theme like kim lip smiling or kim lip with blonde hair? is there a certain frame of time in which you want the graphic to represent like during eclipse era or hi high era?  “i want it to be from max and match era with her teasers” → from here you can start finding pictures to use and thinking of colors and textures that would fit your theme

where do you get ideas/inspiration from

i mean it’s different for everyone but for me i literally just think of stuff and i’m like wow i want to make that happen asdfsdfj but mostly when i see pictures or watch something thats where i suddenly get a idea 

but tumblr is full of graphic makers!!! ive seen so many amazing graphics from various fandoms like kpop, anime, marvel, etc. 

some amazing graphic editors i know myself include: primirene, ireone, nctjaemin, celo-mar, 1hyungseo, jeongahn, haechxnie, sonxiumin, syua, lulumelody, dinomite, lovelyeo, joohys, whatchatalkabout, yveu, maerinah, mihyon, lorbits, cherryjennie, thatporcelain, monoka, ifbin, 7ww

some other places you can look at are behance (dont go on behance if you have a cracked ver of ps - it might trigger a ingenue software alert that is a huge pain to deal with), pinterest, deviantart, dribble, and probably any social media platform if you just look up #graphicdesign

remember if you take inspiration from someone’s work then you should cite them in your caption - if you are afraid that you might’ve accidentally copied someone when you were trying to take inspiration from them its best to either try to remake the gfx again or just to ask the creator permission if its fine if certain details are similar/same

my stuff sucks how do i get better

literally just keep on making stuff aka practice. you can’t improve if you don’t bother putting effort. 

ways i’ve forced myself into practicing making gfxs is by: 1) starting a gfxs series - its self paced and is based on what you want to make (i.e. introducing my biases gfx series, my favorite outfits gfx series, etc) 2) taking in requests - people who would request from you probably like your stuff so its a win win situation (i.e. send me a idol + era, send me your bias + palette, send me a group and i’ll make a gfx of my fav member, etc)

tips

only sharpen your pictures after you are done resizing them, if you sharpen and then resize it might result in a more blurry or grainy picture 

always save your graphic every 5-10 mins in case photoshop crashes 

 have two copies of your image cutout: one will be the original and the other one will be the one you edit with - in case you mess up like over erasing or over sharpening your image you have a back up you can use

stick with a color palette so you don’t get overwhelmed when having to color everything and it makes all the graphic panels you have look more cohesive 

on photoshop you can favorite fonts!!! take advantage of it!!! your computer has a lot of fonts saved on it and it takes forever to look through a whole list of fonts so by favoring fonts you can see all of the fonts that you like to use for graphics

combine a png pack to one psd → when you open a png pack you will probably get a lot of png files and it gets annoying having a lot of tabs open in photoshop when most of them are just textures so by putting all of those pngs into one psd you can cut down the files you open and can easily see all of your options 

make folders dedicated to colorings and textures that way you can easily access them instead of looking through your computer for a certain file

name your layers... i dont do it because its easy for me to tell what layer is what but when you are working with a lot of layers its best just to name them it’ll make life easier

lock your main image/subject so that when you play with texts’ and textures’ location you don’t accidentally move your main image

use curves to help get a photo back to its original coloring! like if you have a photo that has a weird filter on it just use curves and it’ll help the picture look more natural! [tutorial]

try warping your text to make it stand out more! you can access it by pressing the icon on the top text bar that has a T with a curved line under it. i use flag and wave the most

alter a particular color by using a selective color layer

rather than changing the actual color of an image/texture you can: create new layer → select the image/texture and color it on the new layer instead of on top of the image/texture → change the opacity or the mode of the layer so that the color is put on the image/texture while keeping its detailing and not affecting the actual image/texture

resources

colorings: can be found on deviantart or tumblr just look up ‘psd coloring’ or ‘[color] psd’ 

textures: can be found on deviantart (check to see if its og content or stolen) simply just search what you are trying to find or ‘png pack’ or ‘texture pack’ common textures you can try to find: vintage flowers, memphis shapes, organic shapes, doodles other wesbites: pngtree, creative market, lost and taken, spoongraphics

fonts: if you are looking for a certain font then you can just do a google search but if you are browsing then dafont and font squirrel are really good websites too some of my favorite fonts: abril fatface, agfatumc, antonellie calligraphy, arcadeclassic, bebas neue, century gothic, couture, daily news 1915, dark larch, hondurhas, kotori rose, krinkles, risingstar, sant joan despi, studly, zing rust

color palettes: i made one myself which you can find here, color hunt, and honestly a quick google search will give you tons of options

if you have any questions, other stuff you want me to cover, or want to add more resources and tips then please dm or send an ask! i hope this helps!

[i-blame-dragonage]

Samara face appreciation time

Looked how miffed she is if you dont read this from start to finish XD

Anyway.. Because Samara is forever in my heart and we all know she’s the love of my life

She’s not totally in the minority bec she’s the milf bamf of the asari world but there’s still a lot to admire.

Most of the times fanfics take in her justicar persona and go with it. For all intents and purposes that’s what Mass Effect does too. Until you decide to invest a fuck ton of love into her.

One of my favorite ever look she gives Shepard - so out of the normal, so obviously different would be in Detective Anaya’s office where you pick her up to recruit her and not leave her for more than a day or all hell breaks loose and she kills the detective and other innocents.

It’s blurry af bec i’m just getting google images (aka type “Samara mass effect” cause typing Samara brings out the horror one which was a MISTAKE i made one night in total darkness T__T)

LOOK AT THA T FACE! Isn’t it the most precious look you’ve ever seen?? Like you think she doesn’t react - but then she goes“WHY SHEPARD YOU IMPRESS MEEEE???” 

TOTAL IMPRESS YES THATS ME COMMANDER SHEPARD AT YOUR SERVICE M’LADY. 

MY SHEPARD WAS LIKE “HOW MANY THINGS CAN I DO TO IMPRESS THIS GODDESS? LET ME JUST GO AND JUGGLE A KROGANS QUADS OR SOMETHING”

That face is the most precious thing ever. PROTEC THE EMPTY VESSEL OF SORROW AND REGRET AND BIOWARE LET ME HAVE “I THINK I COULD FIND HAPPINESS WITH YOU” FOR REAL PLZ.

NO? 

NO? I CANT?

NO? WE JUST NO? OKAY NO THEN

HOW DARE U GIVE ME THIS FACE THAT I CANT MAKE SMILE AGAIN

SHE LOOKS SO PLEASED AND SO SLY AND THATS A SMILE U RESERVE FOR GOOD FRIENDS and flirt mates ok. look at that lift of the lip GJUST GODDESS PRESERVE ME IN STRAWBERRY JAM

BUT THEN OFC WE END ME2 IN THE SADDEST ANOTHER TIME ANOTHER LIFE SO OK FINE BACK TO :(

:( BUT IN A DIFFERENT COLOR AHAHAHUHUHU

SO that’s the end. That’s the total end of it. Shep just goes in and breaks both their hearts by trying and Samara breaks both our hearts by sheer “I HAVE THE STRENGTH TO WITHSTAND MY DESIRES” SO LET ME JUST TOUCH YO CHEEK AND WHISPER THE SADDEST MOTHERFUCKING WORDS EVER IN YOUR OBVIOUS HUMAN EARS.

THEN LET ME EXCUSE MYSELF AND STARE AT THE NORMANDY’S CORE. YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE PULSES THAT STRONGLY WHILE UNMOVING? YOU SAMARA. YOU’RE STARING AT YOU. IN ME3 EDI BECAME A ROBOT. ARE YOU GOING TO MOVE UP????

NO BABE DNDOD NOOOOO I DIDNT MEAN LIKE THAT UP NO HEAVEN NO NO NO NONO NOOOOOOOOO

NOW look at those eyes everyone. YOU THINK ITS STOIC AND SERENE? NOT ON UR LIFE. YOU KNOW HOW MORDIN LOOKS SERENE BUT THEN SINGS LIKE HE’S TRYING TO CALM HIS NERVES OR WHATEVER? THEN LOOK AT THOSE EYES AND SEE THE EVER LASTING FUCKING SORROW AND SHIT THAT THIS WOMAN HAD TO ENDURE THE FUCK AND WHATR THE FUCK THAT THIS IS GONNA BE HOW IT HAD TO END??? LIKE MOTHER FUUUUUUU NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

From the wiki/: The M-5 Phalanx is the product of the Alliance's Offensive Handgun Project, a close-in weapon to be used with no loss of stopping power in comparison with a soldier's assault rifle.

YOU KNOW WHO ELSE IS ALLIANCE? S-H-E-P-A-R-D. I mean sure but still. SHEPARD. SHEEEPPAAAAAARD (insert wrex/grunt ok)

 So if you’re one of those WHO MISSED ONE OF THE QUICKEST AS FUCK INTERRUPT THEN FUUUUUUU HUHUHUHUHU If you deliberately did so. then F U. (I kid but not really)

(those wrists bones be breaking)

Okay. back on topic. ME3 Samara is so beautiful. Sure nothing beats ME2 glowy asari dropping down like angel of vengeance on eclipse mercs and breaking their necks with her heel (yes pls me too) but then ME3 steps the fuck up on the quality (hello too ashley and her bigger lips, hair and .... personality development ehehehe)

Everything is just so... beautiful-- her skin, her texture AND IS IT REALLY LESSUS’ MOONS OR ARE SAMARA’S EYES JUST EXTRA SHINY THERE??? (Yes i mean the eyes....)

Sure it’s just dark but then that makes it all the more captivating.

Those eyes be popping. Time doing glowy biotic meditation and staring at stars really reflected in your eyes babe... i mean Samara.

<3

Look at that face. It’s perfect. Wistful. Wishful. Everything is just...

thank the everlasting goddess for Citadel DLC. 

aND THANK u to whoever though we needed an Asari Justicar in our lives. <3 THANK YOU FOR MAKING THIS AND A ROMANCE POSSIBLE.

SO YEAH CHECK ALL THE PICS AGAIN OK. Because each of them looks speaks to me YES ME  Shepard in so many different levels.

<3 I love you Space Queen.