#oil painting shoot

[pen-and-umbra]

Falling stars, Mihály Zichy (1879)

[lyrifaun]

Persephone

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(painting homework, self portrait in oil paint)

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Charles-Joseph Flipart (French, 1721-1797) Two court ladies out shooting with their retinue, n.d.

[shewhoeatssand]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I love Kaneki so much!!!!!! I want to do puzzles with him and watch his expression as he tries to figure out what to do with a difficult piece!!!!!! I want to paint still-lifes of the coffees he makes!!!! I want to take him to the nursery to pick out new bulbs to plant in the spring!!!!!!! I want to buy Kaneki a desk!!!!!!!!!!!

[keter-class-anomaly]

i've been in a lot of physical pain today, but i also am randomly obsessed with roman so i drew him a couple times because he's GREAT:

roman in a dresss >:]]]]] he has his sword and i may have drawn his feet backwards but shuuuush

judge roman is lovely :]

and also i drew him in his sweater because i've never done that. yeah. :] (also ignore his mouth idk why it looks like that TvT)

also a very shitty doodle of roman as a mummy from the halloween ep 💀

close up on the first drawing cause i worked hard on it, plus ref:

roman in a dress ahhhhhh he's so pretty

i also really wanted to do the one from halloween because i LOVE IT but i'm too tired and i want to make sure i do it justice.

[secondlifep]

Some snaps of paintings that I really like at the Mauritshuis at The Hague.

[describe-things]

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[rosemaryhoney27]

Phantom Fashion

It all started with a stupid bet. Tucker had dared Danny to do the “Ultimate Strut Challenge” for his livestream—walking down the halls of Casper High like he was on a Parisian runway. Danny, never one to back down from a challenge (and honestly a little bored), played along. He channeled his inner supermodel, flipping his imaginary hair and sauntering down the hall like he owned it. Tucker, feeling competitive, did his own exaggerated version, adjusting his glasses with a smolder and flashing a dazzling smile at the camera.

The video was supposed to be a joke. A quick laugh for Tucker’s followers. But within hours, it exploded online.

By the next morning, “#FentonFoleyFierce” was trending on every social media platform. People weren’t laughing at them—they were thirsting over them. The internet was losing its mind over how unexpectedly hot Danny and Tucker looked when they actually tried. Fan edits, slow-motion compilations, even dramatic art pieces started flooding the web. One particularly detailed oil painting of Tucker was titled “The Seduction of Glasses.”

And then, the email came.

Subject: Modeling Opportunity – S.T.Y.L.E. Agency

Danny read the message about five times before he turned to Tucker. “Dude. This is a joke, right?”

Tucker snatched Danny’s phone and skimmed through the email. “Nah, man. This is legit! S.T.Y.L.E. is huge. They rep actual models. Like, real models. Not just two dudes who were goofing off in the hallway.”

Danny groaned, flopping onto his bed. “I’m not a model! I fight ghosts! I do homework—badly! I don’t walk down runways!”

“Correction: You do walk down runways. And apparently, you do it well enough for a major agency to want you.” Tucker grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Dude, this is fate. We’re gonna be famous! Plus, imagine the free snacks at photoshoots.”

And somehow, against all logic, they were.

A week later, they found themselves in a sleek, modern studio in downtown Amity Park, being prepped for a test photoshoot. Danny, in a fitted black suit with his messy hair styled just right, was told to give a “mysterious bad boy” look. He tried but mostly ended up looking constipated. Tucker, rocking a high-fashion streetwear ensemble with his signature hat slightly tilted, was encouraged to play up his confident charm—which he interpreted as “finger guns at the camera.”

The camera flashed. They posed. Danny tripped over a light stand. And the moment their pictures hit the agency’s social media, the world really lost it.

Fashion brands wanted them. Magazines asked for interviews. Someone even made a fan calendar. The modeling world had spoken: Tucker Foley and Danny Fenton were the next big thing.

The only problem? Danny’s ghost-hunting schedule didn’t exactly mesh with high-end fashion shoots.

Cue the chaos. And an accidental ghost fight in the middle of a fashion gala.

Then came the second email.

Subject: Exclusive Inquiry – Phantom Partnership

Danny’s stomach dropped as he read the email. S.T.Y.L.E. wasn’t just interested in Danny Fenton. They wanted Danny Phantom too. The ghostly glow, the white hair, the piercing green eyes—apparently, his spectral form had an untapped aesthetic that designers were desperate to capitalize on.

Tucker nearly choked on his soda. “Dude. They want you to model as a ghost. This is next-level ridiculous.”

Danny buried his face in his hands. “I can’t just go ghost in front of cameras! What if someone figures it out?”

“They’re offering bank, bro. Like, stupid money. Enough that you could buy actual good snacks for once.”

Before Danny could protest further, another email pinged. This time from a luxury cologne brand. They wanted to market a new fragrance—Phantom Essence—with Danny Phantom as the face of the campaign. The tagline? Mystery. Power. Otherworldly Allure.

Tucker was in hysterics. “You’re literally becoming the undead equivalent of a fashion icon. What’s next, a ghost-themed runway show?”

Danny groaned. “At this rate? Probably.”

And sure enough, two days later, an invitation arrived for a high-end haunted fashion event—where Danny Phantom was expected to make a dramatic entrance. What could possibly go wrong?

Danny refused to be the only ghost haunting the runway, so he convinced Ember McLain to join him. It took some negotiating—mostly promising she could debut her newest song at the afterparty—but Ember, ever the dramatic performer, finally agreed.

“This better be worth my time, dipstick,” she said, adjusting her flaming blue hair as she examined the wardrobe options. “I don’t do low budget.”

Tucker’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, trust me. This is gonna be legendary.”

And just like that, the fashion world wasn’t ready for the supernatural duo of Phantom and Ember.

The moment their first joint photoshoot dropped, fans went wild. Phantom and Ember weren’t just modeling—they were smoldering. The chemistry between them was undeniable, even to those who had no idea about their history. Hashtags like #GhostlyGlamour, #PhantomAndEmber, and #HauntinglyHot dominated social media.

Tucker, scrolling through the comments, cackled. “Dude, people are shipping you two so hard right now.”

Danny, face burning red, tried to act nonchalant. “It’s just… photos. We were posing.”

Ember, leaning against him in a striking black and blue ensemble, smirked. “Oh please, Phantom. You were totally into it.”

Danny opened his mouth to argue but promptly shut it when she flicked a ghostly spark at his nose. He was not going to give Tucker more material for his teasing.

Meanwhile, Ember was enjoying the attention. “I gotta admit, this is kinda fun. The cameras love me, the fans love me… and you, Phantom? You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

Danny groaned, hiding his face in his hands. This whole modeling thing was getting out of control. But if the growing feelings he was desperately trying to ignore were any indication… maybe it wasn’t all bad.

[ridingthatd]

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

sukuna, nanami, choso, gojo, geto, toji, higuruma, itadori, yuta, megumi...

disgusting was always a word that was used once people find out about your loyal 10 dogs that you own. more like sex slaves? they looked more like dogs drooling at your feets, begging to have a taste of your pussy.

+18, nsfw, heavy smut, this shit is really kinky, pet play, sex slave, cumdump, a lot of begging, pussy drunk, sex drunk, sex toys (vibrators, plugs, pumpers, chasity belt is a locking item of clothing that goes around the groin region, used to prevent sex/masturbation.), simulation, squirting, rough sex, switching from sub to dom, there's a lot more so be warned.

you never thought you would be in such a situation. you never thought ten man would be under your feets. you never thought once you joined the most exclusive BDSM club in your city, you would meet ten man who are willing to share you with each other. who are willing to go this far just to get a taste of you. ten successful dangerous man acting like a dog in heat.

their fat cock leaking. puffy, sensitive, red clit. drops of warm cum dropping down their cock, sliding down the twitching veins that surrounded their throbbing cock. eyes crossed, flushed face, jaw hanged open as spit coat their red lips. fuming at the mouth like a dog in need of a pussy to fill. a crave for their cock to be teased, touched by you.

this is the type of man they were in private. this is the type of man they were with you. they needed to please you. to make you squirt, piss, coat them with your juice. they want every inch of their body to be covered with your wetness. they would beg for you to oil them up with the wetness of your pussy.

they wanna taste it, drink it, eat it. lap on every drop. smudge their face against your pussy. purring like a cat against your wet cunt. it's like a napkin for them, an obsession that they can't even control. that their own body can't deny. stumbling on their words as they plead to sleep with their face on your bare pussy. pleading to have their cock in. pleading to have their fat cock always enveloped by your tight pussy.

stumbling on their "yes! yes!" as you squirt your warm pee while they pound their fat cock inside of you. eyes rolling back their skull, grinning from to ear as they tremble at the feeling of having your boiling squirt coating their cock. dripping down their cock into the bed sheets, into the floor.

soon after you feel their cock swollen up, twitching against your womb before hot cum starts shooting out of the tip. they wouldn't stop sliding your poor pussy against them till you milk the last drop. till their seeds start gushing out everywhere from the force.

but they won't forget about your wetness, your juice. they wouldn't let it go to waste. bending down the floor just to peak their wet tongue out. maintaining eye contact with you while they lick your squirt, your piss out of the floor. groaning and moaning at the taste of you, showing you how much they enjoy it.

not forgetting the bed sheets that was coated with your juice. they would suck on the fabric. sucking every drop of your wetness that was left, milking it dry. they would give you the same treatment, making you their own personal cumdump.

filling your tight pussy to the max. filling each hole of yours. they want their cum to leak out of your nose, they want their cum to fill your brain. their seeds would start gushing out of your pussy sloppily. dripping from your cunt till it reachs your plumpy ass that was also filled with warm cum.

they mean it when they say they want every inch of your body coated with their seeds. shooting their cum on your arms. face. stomach. thighs. turning you into a painting. your abused pussy would be barely recognized after. gapping open, clenching as it leaks out of their seeds. so swollen up that your clit would be proudly peaking out.

before going to work. always filling you up. it's like it's their own "good morning kiss" for you. you are still asleep but that doesn't stop them from having two cocks inside your pussy. two cocks inside your ass. two cocks inside your mouth. two cocks in one hand. two cocks in the other hand. and two cocks fucking your tits. when they are done they won't forget to put in a little pink plug so you will not feel empty without their seed.

not wearing any panties in the house was a strict rule. when they come back and sees you cooking they wouldn't think twice before quickly taking out the plug and replaces it with their cock to fill you up again. greating them in the entrance on knees. ass up. pussy spread like a good little cumdump you are.

each of them enjoyed different kinks. each of them had their own favourite filthiness.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎, 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈, 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

being tied up with a red silk rope. from their suckable huge tits to their huge fat cock that was twitching against their abdomen. the rope was squeezing their cocks tight. preventing their sensitive cocks from spilling their seeds.

but choso didn't seem to have a problem with that. being the horny dog he is- the robben didn't stop his cock from leaking drops of cum, from shooting them each time you squeezed the robben around his cock harder, tighter.

because he enjoyed it. you knew it from the way his eyes cross even more every time you squeeze the red rope harder, enveloping his cock till it's flushed red. all it takes just a touch from your nail on his red clit for warm liquid to explode.

while the two brothers were quite the opposite. their huge nipples being simulated by the pumpers you placed. suckling hard on their sensitive nipples. but they couldn't cum- the robben stopping them from cumming just from having their tits simulated.

while yuta begs you to stop squeezing the robben tighter on his cock. beg you to stop forcing every last drop of his seeds out of him. the twins, itadori and choso beg you to let them cock. beg you to let them free their seeds out.

but you wouldn't. you would go as far as place a mini string inside their clit. yuta would lose it as he spills his cum even with it on, his seeds pushing against the string and gushing out hard, shooting in the air causing the string to fly out from the force.

while the twins don't spill from their cock- instead milk start gushing out their nipples...

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

at first it was only toji. you were only fucking with toji. he was one the man you met at the bdsm club. but his son had to have his taste once he got a glimpse of you. and of course toji had to teach his son how to please a woman.

but once megumi got a taste he never was able to stop. he as drunk of it. it was his new addiction. something that he couldn't get enough of, something that he needed all the time.

here he was between your legs, slurping and lapping your clit. eyes closed as he whine and groan savoring the taste. but it wouldn't be enough. it was never enough for him. and toji of course knew that about his son- he knew that his son craved what he craved and more.

shoving a tube up your pussy was the solution, megumi eyes widen as he can see the inside of your pussy clearly now. he immediately warp his lips around the tube and suck on it like a straw, he whimper once he feels your liquid gushing out and hitting his tongue. more and more starts coming out.

he couldn't help the way he started humping his hips against the sheets of the bed. all while toji shoves his cock deep inside your throat. the tip of his fat cock hitting the back of your throat not giving you any time to breath as he sloppily keeps sliding in.

toji would spit inside your mouth, he would do it every second just to mix it with your spit that coated his cock...

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈, 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀

they loved to your their huge hands on your pussy. they loved to feel every inch of you with their hands. they loved to shove it up your ass, up your throat up your wet cunt.

using everything on your poor body, stuffing everyhole you have with their tongue and fat cocks. they would make sure to tear through your pussy with not one but both of their fat cocks, squeezing them together and shoving them into your tight pussy.

while one of the four hands, you can't tell whos hand is who. tied up and spread wide open with a blindfold on as one their hands make its way toward your ass. they would at first add two fingers, then four and four would turn into his whole fist going in and out your little ass. the wetness that your pussy is gushing would coat your ass, causing sloppy wet noises to fill the air...

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀, 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎, 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

dog collars on. on their hands and knees. rubbing their faces against your legs. purring as your run your hands against their hair. who knew a huge man like them would be so pathetic, so desperate acting like little puppies.

giving your attention to sukuna who was whining as he humps your leg more aggressively than gojo and geto. giving you a sign that he needs more. that he was a greedy little slut.

you harshly use the tip of your heels to poke the tip of his cock. causing sukuna to growl, pushing against you harder. needing more, and you do exactly what he wanted. you put your full body weight on his fat cock as tears start slipping past his eyes from the feeling.

crying ashamed as he feels the warmess of his cock leaking through his boxers into your heels. you force them to cum in their boxers, purposely grinding your heels against their hard on as they beg you to slip your hand inside- they want to feel your warm hands on their leaking fat cock, sloppily stroking it but instead you tell them you won't touch their cock unless they squirt their warm seeds, filling their underwear with hot cum.

and that's exactly what they do, it only took you a couple of strokes through the fabric while you suck on their tongue to get them cumming hard in their boxer. the lay down trembling, while they watch you stripping their underwear away. taking it in your hand just for your tongue to peak out and nastly lick the cum that's on the boxer. they groan watching you.

but you don't stop there, you take the boxer and place it on your dripping pussy. grinding the cum filled fabric against your pussy, coating it with their seeds. you start humping their underwear, eyes rolling behind your skull at the feeling of the rough fabric against your clit and the warmess of their cum grinding against your pussy...

[differentsoulsweets]

Apollo

Απολλων [Apollo] God of prophecy and oracles, music, song and poetry, archery, healing, plague and disease

Epithets: ⟡ Proopsios [Foreseeing] ⟡ Phoibos [Bright] ⟡ Akestor [Healer] ⟡ Alexikakos [Averter of Evil] ⟡ Theoxenios [ God of Foreigners ] ⟡ Pythios [Slayers of Python] ⟡ Chrusaor [Of Golden Sword] ⟡ Daphnephorios [Bearer of Laurels] ⟡ Loimios [ Deliverer from Pague] ⟡ Moiragetes [Leader of Fate] ⟡ Pagasios [Pagasaean] ⟡ Hekaergos [Far-shooting]

Domains: ⟡ Prophecy & Oracles ⟡ Light ⟡ Music & Arts ⟡ Song & poetry ⟡ Archery ⟡ Healing & medicine ⟡ Plague & Disease ⟡ Protection of the young ⟡ Boys ⟡ Sudden Death ⟡ Knowledge ⟡ Herds & Flocks ⟡ Protector of Fugitives

Devotional acts: ⟡ Donate to medical charities ⟡ Draw or Paint ⟡ Read poetry or listen to music ⟡ Sing or play an instrument ⟡ Go to the library

Associations

Symbol: ⟡ The Lyre ⟡ Silver bow & Arrows ⟡ Dolphins ⟡ Swans ⟡ Crows ⟡ Ravens ⟡ Lions ⟡ Wolves ⟡ Mice ⟡ Griffins ⟡ Hawks ⟡ Snakes ⟡ Laurel wreath ⟡ Fire / flame ⟡ The sun / Light ⟡ Tripod ⟡ Apples

Element: ⟡ Light

Color: ⟡ Orange ; yellow ; Gold ⟡ Red ⟡ Pure white ⟡ Pink ⟡ Purple ⟡ Green ⟡ Blue

Crystals & stones: ⟡ Sunstone ⟡ Amber ⟡ Honey ; Yellow Calcite ⟡ Rutilated ; Clear ; Rose quartz

Fruits,Vegetables,Flowers,Herbs: ⟡ Cypress ⟡ Laurel ⟡ Larkspur ⟡ The-apple-tree ⟡ The palm tree ⟡ Hyacinth

Animal: ✧Swan ⟡ Raven ⟡ Tortoise ⟡ Serpent ⟡ Wolf ⟡ Dolphin ⟡ Mouse

Incense: ✧ Bay ⟡ Frankincense ⟡ Cypress

Food & Drinks: ⟡ Red wine ⟡ Olive oil ⟡ Water ⟡ Fruit ⟡ Honey ⟡ Almonds ⟡ Citruses ⟡ Cinnamon ⟡ Coffee ⟡ Herbal tea with Honey cakes ⟡ Bay leaves ⟡ Anise

Day, Season, Time of Day: ✧ Sunday ⟡ Middsummer ⟡ Midday ⟡ May

Tarot: ✧ The Sun ⟡ The chariot ⟡ Strength ⟡ Temperance

[bbyg4rl]

reader getting all hot and bothered watching jj fix her car

thank you for fixing my car JJ

cw: jj x reader, no established relationship, oral (m receiving) !

summary: you thank jj for fixing your car. MDNI

a/n: this was supposed to be a small blurb but i got carried away lol hope you like this anon ♡

"you should let me take care of your car more" JJ speaks out from where he was hunched over your car's open hood. You had been watching him for fifteen minutes now. Fifteen minutes of the best view in obx. Fifteen minutes of grunts and pants and back and abs and arms. What a view.

You were sure the oil from your car ruining jj's shirt was just the universe blessing you. It's not everyday you can sit and watch a shirtless jj work.

"all done dumbass" he says pushing the hood of your car down with a loud grunt. Your eyes refuse to leave the sight of his arms as the muscles flex.

"Oh wow" you whisper to yourself, taking mental polaroids of every movement he makes.

Not a word leaves your mouth when he faces you. Your pussy's doing the talking now.

You can't help but rub your thighs together when he shoots you a shit eating grin all covered in grease and oil.

And of course he notices the affect he's having on you. He was enjoying this too.

Why else would a two minute fix take fifteen minutes? Why else would a perfectly fine oil sump shoot oil all of a sudden? That too only on his shirt?

Seeing you all worked up over had him worked up. He had his eyes on you the whole time. He'd seen every lip bite, every clench of your thighs, every flutter of your stomach- he was feeling everything you were feeling.

It took a special kind of control for him not to take you right there. To resist dirtying you with his greasy hands and bathe you in engine oil as he bent you over the hood and slid in and out of you.

He walked over to you slowly, his greasy hands now on your knees. "No 'thank you JJ'?"

"Thank you JJ" You say to him softly, voice on the verge of whimpers. You knew that he knew what you were feeling.

He takes a step back and points to himself. "Look at me baby- a small thank you isnt gonna cut it now is it?"

He takes your hand and pulls you off your seat. Your knees felt like jelly as he led you to the back seat of your car. He opened the door and you slid into the seat, earning a chuckle from him. He slides in after you and closes the door.

"Thank you for fixing my car JJ" you giggle out as your hands reach the hem of his shorts, He groans when you palm his crotch a few times before pulling them down.

You're quickly met with his cock, standing proud in front of your face. You wrap your arms around him and give him a few slow strokes. It's only fair he deserved to feel good after all the hard work he had just done.

He pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail with his hand and tugs you lower, silently ordering you to open up. And you gladly did. He pushed your face lower and lower as his dick twitched in your throat.

He held you down for a few more moments before using his grip on your hair to bob your head up and down on him. He hit the back of your throat with every rutt of his dick against you. Your mascara ran down your cheeks as he continued to fuck your mouth with his cock.

He pulls you off when hes satisfied with how much mascara is smeared on your face. He taps your cheek a few times- his silent code for please me.

You take his signal and reach out to stroke him, wrapping your mouth around his pink tip, You slowly suck as you tighten your hands around his shaft, twisting them around his girth, alternating between small kitten licks on his tip and long licks on the veins on his underside.

It didnt take long for him to reach his climax. He let out small whimpers as he paints your face with his cum.

"Thank you for fixing my car JJ" you say again as you lap up at the sticky liquid around your lips.

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[ooffmlsorry]

OP Men Dating a "Girly Girl"

A/N: sorry this took so long and I haven't posted anything original in a minute my life is mess and I'm so very tired jfc...I know this isn't more than my usual group but I was just gonna stop at Luffy and then decided to add Ace and Sabo as a thank you because writing these and putting them on Tumblr has been really good for me, so thank you for always being here to indulge me 🥲 ❤️

Sanji, Zoro, Law, Luffy, Ace, Sabo

Sanji

Let's be honest, girly-girls drive Sanji craaaazzzzyy (not that all women don't, but he's definitely more partial to the feminine ones) Your make-up, pretty skirts and dresses, jewelry, and manicure, he can't help fawn over you constantly 😍Although you do it because you enjoy it, it's nice that your efforts are so appreciated!!

He spoils you soooo baaaddd!! He literally can't help himself when he sees something pretty or cute that reminds him of you, he has to get it for you. You're drowning in squishmallows at this point.

A river of blood shoots from him every time you show off a new outfit. You're going to kill him and he'll thank you for it.

Dressing up in nice outfits together, especially on date night, is a shared activity that you love to do together. Y'all are living your best happily ever after lives.

Ya'll definitely have scheduled self-care nights. You put on some slow music, open a bottle of wine, draw a bubble bath, all that.

He's utterly useless when it comes to helping you pick your outfits or makeup if you're stuck because he loves you in everything, it's too hard for him to pick. You're his perfect, beautiful Y/N-swaaaaan 😍💖💖✨

He does love to see you in pink or red though so he might default to those colors

Don't try to test your makeup on him lol, you're going to re-awaken the gender identity crisis...I mean Kamabakka trauma

Listen...I'm not saying Sanji has a mommy kink...I'm not even at Whole Cake Island so idk wtf is going on there. All I'm saying is if you give this man a bath, wrap him in a towel to dry him off, and rub him down with luxurious lotions and oils, you might awaken something...that's all...👀

ZORO

He has no clue wtf you're doing. If it weren't for the fact that there's no proof that witches exist in this world, he'd think you are one

He looks at your vanity full of serums, creams, scrubs, lotions, etc, not to mention the makeup and he's like "??????" Just completely baffled

But what do you expect? This man would use that five-in-one Irish Spring soap if he could.

Just because he doesn't understand it doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate and admire the fact that you have extensive knowledge in something he can't even comprehend

He knows you like nice shiny things, and again, while he doesn't get it, he does think it's really, really cute when you go starry-eyed over a necklace or an outfit in a store.

In the same vein, he knows how much you love cute things and animals. He has absolutely found a cute animal in the jungle, picked it up, and brought it to you just to show you because he knew you'd love it.

Sometimes in his own gruff way he'll agree with you that it's pretty cute. Thank you for helping this manly man admit things are cute and that's okay.

Other times, he's the one making sure you don't get distracted because it's so cute

Unfortunately and fortunately, you're pretty to him no matter what you do to yourself so it's all kind of a moot point to him.

You can try to ask him about which 'x' to wear, sometimes it's helpful because he'll throw out a really practical answer and then other times he's like "How 'bout you just go naked" 😏.

He'll wear a face mask with you like...twice a year. And he's going to bitch and moan about it but he does it because he loves you. The entire process is like trying to give a cat a bath "WHY IS IT SO COLD? THIS STAYS ON MY FACE FOR HOW LONG???"

Exfoliate this man at your own risk...I'm dead serious that water is going to be brown

LAW

I need you to know right now this man will let you paint his nails!!! I mean, not like gel or acrylics or anything, but he'll let you paint them any color as long as it's a dark shade of that color. You once designed Bepo on his middle fingers. He did in fact flip people off a lot more often when he had them.

Let's you wear a pastel boiler suit because you he loves you and wants to see you happy

Much like Zoro, he's got no clue what you're doing. He'll stand back and watch you while making the exact same face as the gif above.

He thinks he's being stealthy peaking around a corner to watch your morning or night routine, but you quickly catch on. Please please pleeaaassee ask him if he has any questions because he does. He's just really curious why you're doing what you're doing and what it does. It's basically skin medicine and he's really fascinated.

Knowing that you like shiny things makes his life admittedly a little easier, it's not that he doesn't think of what to gift you, he puts A LOT of thought into what he gives you, but knowing that earrings, necklaces, and bracelets always make you happy is great just in case of analysis paralysis or he forgets. Sorry.

Also you wearing the jewelry he gets you does something to him, especially a necklace he can pull on a little, mmhhm you're making this man struggle with impure thoughts.

You both love cute things, it's something y'all connect on. It's really good that you help him access that very neglected inner child of his and encourage him to coo and fawn over adorable animals with zero reservation.

He'll do skincare with you too when he's not super busy. He can admit it's kind of nice to sit in bed with a book, glass of wine, and a face mask and just bask for a minute

He acts like he hates when you rub serums across his face and use a derma roller on him but he loves it

Law doesn't really pay attention to your clothes, but when you really go all out he breaks out in a sweat and he can't keep his eyes off you.

LUFFY

I'm not saying he thinks it's stupid, it just...why have an hours long care routine when you could be going on adventure with him??? 😭😭😭

He will help you pick out your makeup but don't expect it to look good. You're gonna end up with neon orange eyeshadow and green lipstick. Like literally every "My Boyfriend Does My Makeup" youtube video.

Plays around with your stuff but that's because he has no idea what all these strange contraptions are. The moment you try to explain his eyes glaze over and next thing you know he's whisking you away to go do something more fun.

He likes the shiny bright stuff (highlighter), makeup probably is the only part he even remotely engages in because it's

Explain how contour works to this man and watch him lose his fucking mind, he thinks you're a shape shifter now (honestly this applies to all of them except Law and maybe Sanji)

He never notices what you wear, Nami is gonna have smack him on the back of the head to get him to realize you put on something fancy

Luffy points out everything, it just so happens that things he points out sometime happen to be cute animals

Hides in all the stuffed animals and squishmallows in your room to surprise attack hug you

*throws mud at you* "Is this the kind of mud you like, Y/N??" He really means well though.

You know those hair masks with all natural ingredients like honey and banana? Yeah, he's gonna start sucking on your hair like spaghetti...I'm so sorry.

He'll bathe with you but that's because he wants to be close to you, it's definitely not about being pampered or relaxing.

Try to put a face mask on him or something else and it'll just become a game of tag around the Sunny. You can't catch him and he's having a great time outrunning and outwitting you.

He knows this is all important to you so even though he doesn't get it he'd never make fun of you for it and the moment someone calls you "extra," he's kicking their ass.

ACE

Maybe all the glam is a little silly to him but that just makes you extra cute!

He will also absolutely let you paint his nails. Hell, he'll let you do a full beat on him just for fun and he'll wear it for the whole day because he's so unserious lol

...As long as he gets to do your makeup after...Much like Luffy you're gonna be covered in neon colors that don't even remotely match, but you guys have a great time lol

Admittedly likes to be pampered by you when he gets back from a long mission.

Please take a bubble bath with this man, it's not like the water is ever going to get cold!

I'm pretty sure you'd legitimately lead to Ace taking better care of himself. Got this man out here talking about his cuticles and shit lol

Honestly, it's really good for him because self care leads to self love and Ace needs a lot of help with that.

He tells Pops about all the stuff you do 1.) because he loves you and 2.) he hopes some of it will help Whitebeard heal a little, god bless him 😢

All of your hardwork doesn't go unnoticed, he legitimately gets kind of misty eyed when you really dress up because he's so so so lucky. He swears he doesn't deserve you.

He always brings back some kind of gift even whether it's a cute plushie or something exotic to wear from all of his long travels

I need to stress how much this means to him, everyone of these things is like a little proposal because he already knows you're it. Every little gift is leading up to a ring from this man.

He's also just genuinely impressed by the skill it takes to do your makeup so well, especially after he tries doing it on you

Much like his little brother unfortunately, he does play with all the little contraptions in your vanity, especially in the beginning because have you seen an eyelash curler? He's so confused lol

SABO

Sabo and Ace truly are his brothers because he really don't get all the effort lol

Admittedly, a lot of that is because he thinks you're so hot already what's the point???

Once he gets this is just how you are he's less confused, he's probably the most normal out everyone. He lets you do your thing, although he's really curious how you managed to always look amazing while being in the fucking revolutionary army!!?? Where are you getting the time???

If someone were to intrude on y'all on a free afternoon you're both in fluffy robes with face masks on and Sabo loves to pretend to act like a bitch when he's in selfcare mode with you lol

"Are you seriously bothering us right now, ugh! I can't even right now!!" And then you both break out in laughter

He really thinks you should teach others how to contour and do makeup because it has great applications for disguises and infiltration.

And brags about your skills to everyone

Wonders how many of your makeup supplies could actively be used as a weapon *eye roll* jfc Sabo

There's a part of you that secretly worries all your boujieness will remind him of his blood relatives, but he assures you that it doesn't because you have a good heart and he never doubts that

Besides, being a little extra with him helps him associate those things he used to associate with his blood relatives with you instead so it's even better

He spoils you so bad, but with a Sabo-flair, ie. stealing from shitty people and bringing it back to you because you're oh so more deserving of nice things let's be honest

He gets jealous of the cute animals that you squeal over hehehe, please hug him when he starts pouting

He'll always wear a little pink just for you ❤️

[m0chisenpai]

shooting star

˚｡⋆platonic! emperor geta x black fem!reader x platonic!caracalla

in which you fall into the demented laps of twin emperors all because you chose to be spontaneous

Geta saw you as a blessing from the gods, a sister sent to them from beyond the mortal world they know. With hair nearly as fiery red as the twins he knew you were meant for he and his twin the moment he set eyes on her.

You knew you were anywhere BUT home when Joseph Quinn was staring at you like you were an enigma that was tossed in front of him by his guards. You may ave been confused but you were NOT stupid. So when the delirious one commands his brother to release their lost sister who were ypu to deny beingthe twin emperors sister?

Any other response would surely lead you dead.

So you played the role.

You fell into Caracalla's arms and played into the tears, how you were in the dark for so long until now. How you fell from the sky into Rome with no family, no memory. All you rememebr was awakeking awashed by the waters onto sandy beaches.

And to your luck, and way with words, they recieve you. Caracalla seemed the most convicned wailing like a baby.Geta was calm...almost too calm for your liking. His eyes unblinking as he stared at you being coddled by his brother.

He was a knowledgeable man. A steategist. But every man surely has their weakness, and you intend to find it should eh show his hand to be anything BUT welcoming.

Gets lays claim upon you and games and festivities are held, festivities which you sit among now. Day….three? Your eyes are heavy and tired, your head aches from the heavy golden laurel and the golden earrings that weight both ears down. You strain your eyes to remain on the contortioned dancers and the music but all you'd wanted was your bed.

“Sister,” Caracalla calls immeditately taking in your furrowed brows. “Are you not pleased?”

You quickly shake your head, “no I am. It’s just so….it is more than what I am used to.”

Your cup is refilled at the demand of Caracalla and more servants curl around you with golden plates and bowls filled with meats and fruits that you quickly shoo away.

Caracalla, much to your surprise, demanded you comfortable sending you off to the baths, it is warm and smells of oils and servant girls fill it with roses and flower petals. They scrub at your skin and make quick work on your hair which you hope does not lose its color.

The servant girls who clean you are extremely gentle, possibly threatened by the younger ruler.

When Caracalla is the first gaze you see leaving the baths you nearly jump out your skin when he pulls you close. His head buries itself in the crook of your neck and you feel him grasp the back of your robes.

"Imperator her majesty is in-"

"Leave us," his mumbles.

Both women quickly bow and run off to what you assume is where your rooms are. A moment passes, to long for your comfort until he moves from your hold.

"You smell like home," his eyes are misty and light as his tone. His cheeks are pink and his breathe fans the smell of the spiced wine you all shared

You can only smile back, half heartedly returning the sentiment. "As do you."

He pulls you to your chambers, his grip firm, almost as though if he lets go you will disappear. Whether for slaughter or not, you felt like cattle before it is sent off. Only you refused to go out like that.

Not when you had a chance for a life of comfort and luxuries at the tips of your fingers. So you squeezed his hand just as tight fearing this would be the last gentle touch you feel.

When you return to your room you are oiled and dressed in red and golden silks ad the women have taken the liberty of braiding your hair. The room you’re in has you spinning in slow circles taking in the detail and beauty of it all. Your own piece carved out, no longer in a spare. The ceilings ornate with carvings and starry paintings.

It is large and open with an open fire in the corner, and a large vanity surrounded with mirrors and spilling with jars, and vials.

And the bed, you take a dive into it rolling around with childish squeals. It feels like you are sleeping in clouds. Yeah, you could DEFINITELY get used to this.

“I am pleased our god given sister finds her sleeping arrangements to her satisfaction.” Greta’s presence startles you sitting outside at a table. You quickly sit up, feeling flushed with absolute embarassment for him to see you act out like that.

But you dare to wonder if that is amusement because you are happy, or because he plans to end you once you are too comfortable.

He unnerves you but you do not let your facade break. Though he doesn't have the same illness as his brother, there is a silent madness within. His mind lies with his delusions that the gods so in fact exist. You wonder which is scarier: the ill-minded or the one with grandeur delusions.

“It’s beautiful,” your hands wring at the fronts of your nightgown, "but it is...all so much to comprehend. My head feels dizzy." He holds his arm out to you and you quickly slide off the bed to now stand in front of it.

"Sit, eat. You hardly did this evening."

You follow his request and join him, grateful you are at least a seats width apart. Breads, shucked oysters and oil with bowls of fruits make you want to drool. You suddenly realize just hungry you are. But you carefully reach for the bread, dipping it into the oil.

He carelessly flicks his hand and a servant comes to fil your cups with wine.

"Father often found himself bastardizing babes with his concubines," ok we're just getting right into it!

"We only know cause caught glimpse for a moment once. Father did not claim it, and sent it off to the woods. He had no need for daughters, let alone one from his whores. He demanded a male heir, one from his favorite." He drinks deeply of his wine, dark eyes not moving, watching as you slowly sip from your own glass.

"Is that so?"

He nods, watcing his drink swirl. "But the babe had the most peculiar mark, Caracalla assumed it was killed because it was cursed," you swear you must look like a dog about to crap itself when he casually rests his elbow on the table, dagger in hand. Screwed isn't the word to describe as he uses the dagger to beckon you closer.

You press your eyes shut not giving him the satisfaction of your gaze when you lean forward, nor do you care your hands shake from how tightly you grip the fabric and your face is hot from the tears that pool as you feel the blade just beneath your ear....Wait....

Your ear.....

Sweet merciful gods above whoever is up there THANK YOU, whoever is up there you thank them feverishly in your head.

"In the very spot..." Geta breaths out. You dare to open your eyes, and for a moment he looks like a lost child gazing at the bump. The blade falls out his grasp as he lifts a shaky hand to his mouth, "father left you for dead but the gods have brought you back to us."

You had an ugly bump sitting atop the helix of your right ear. Your mom claimed it was there since birth and you grew up hating the thing.

It prevented you from getting a piercing there, and you got teased for it back in elementary school. Boys were cackle and point at it, say you were cursed. But if you could kiss it you would right now, that ugly little lump, by GOD you would!

"It is truly you...." his voice cracks and he's reaching out to you to pull you into a fierce hug. "They have brought you back to us, our sister. Sweet star of Rome. You have returned." His hand runs rub over the back of your head, and all you can think is how gratefuly you are for not paying to have the ugly lump removed.

"Yes...I'm home," you whisper it back stroking a hand up and down his back.

That night you secured your safety. And you intend to keep it that way. Silencing every voice that would try and end your safety in this foreign land.

The host of festivities voice breaks you from your daze with his boisterous voice and sharp clap. “My imperators, our newly crowned Empress of Rome.”

He bows before you three, seated in a large chaise with you sat between the boys. No longer do you feel out of place. No you have earned your keep. You shine in the gold bands and neckalces you are covered in and you proudly have your hair pinned up.

“The gods have bestowed upon us a gem of Rome! In recognition of such a gift, out of the ever flowing love our imperators bestow a gift upon her majesty,” slowly you lean forward as two large cages are pulled out covered in red cloths that shake as whatever is beneath smacks and growls reaching a light brown large paw from between the bars.

"No way...." you squeal beneath your hand which covers your grin as you hop up. Perhaps you had one too many glasses but you didn't care now. "You did not!" you exclaim when the men yank the cloths revealing,

"From the northan lands of Africa!" The crowd breaks out in applause at the roaring animals that roar. And all you can do is scream whilst jumping like a child in a candy shop. "Tamed by our fearless general, Acacius!"

"A fine pair to begin your own collection, sister," Geta tips his clear glass towards your jittering form.

"Perfect for the colosseums as well, I look forward to how they fair against the fresh arrivals of the stables." Caracalla coos as he feeds his beloved Dondus who chitters.

"Oh please do not send them into the colosseum brothers." you quickly fold your hands and look to your smirking brothers.

Caracalla leans forward with his forearms on his legs. "What other use would they have? You would use them for your entertainment, yes?"

"Well yes," you now fold your hands behind your back and rock on your heels.

"But for now, to the stables with them both. Please," and you break out the big guns folding your hands beneath your chin and jutting out your bottom lip.

"Oh she wounds me, brother. End her suffering!" Caracalla playfully cries out laying his hand atop his forehead and falling back into the arms of one of his servant boys.

"Pretty please, brother dearest," your voice soft and you go as far to tug on his hand, squeezing it gently. "My heart would break if any other brought harm upon them both."

"If it pleases our sister, then it is so." And he preens at your blinding smile, watching you take off to stand beside the host who bows before you showing you the wild cats.

You would have anything your heart desired. Anything as long as you would remain by their sides. They would bring all the wild cats back if they could see your shining smile for the rest of their days.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Charles-André van Loo (French, 1705-1765) Cupid Shooting a Bow, 1761 Pavlovsk Palace

[vampirq]

hihii!! could you do jinx celebrating reader’s birthday with her (sfw?) thank you sm <3

birthday | jinx

that time of the year rolls around again, your birthday. birthdays were never the best which is quite ironic considering it’s supposed to be your day. however, jinx feels quite the opposite about this. she absolutely loves your birthday way more than she needs to. she’ll do absolutely anything to make sure your day is special. never letting a frown appear on your face.

“happy birthday toots!” she uses a party blower in your ear as an alarm. you swat it away out of grumpiness, you were never a morning person. “5 more minutes jinx s’ too early.” you mumble, turning to dig your face in your pillow. “whateva you say, but really only 5 minutes. me and isha has got some surprises planned for ya.” she winks down at isha and she smiles, nodding in agreement.

your 5 minute grace period passes, and you pull yourself out of bed to get ready for the day. doing the usual: picking out an outfit, brushing your teeth, fixing up your hair, all that jazz. jinx excitedly takes you by the hand and pulls you outside. instantly being greeted by the aroma of oil and sewage. it isn’t pleasant at all but there’s not much you can do about it.

“okay, okay pick one or two.” jinx turns to face you her fingers gesturing the numbers in her hand. “hmm how about one?” she jumps in excitement, leading isha to mimic her movements. what were you going to do with these two.

you find yourselves walking for quite sometime until you see a big sign that reads, “PAINTBALL (JINX’S ONLY DO NOT GO IN !!” the sign had a dark blue base, with sparkles to match. it really did have a beautiful shine in the sunlight. jinx and isha giggle before running it, clearly very enthusiastic about this. “come on in!” you hear jinx shout from the inside, and so you do.

once you walk in you’re taken aback by the sight, it’s absolutely astonishing. the walls are spray painted a deep purple with a blue accent around. the blue is vibrant and bold while the purple is rather calming and mellow. it makes you wonder if it’s a symbolism for the two of you. the ceiling’s covered in mismatched glowing neon lights dangling from rusty old pipes. you notice from time to time the lights start to change from strobing, to flickering, and to just being on.

“jinx this is,” you search your mind for the right terminology, completely at a loss for words. “it’s gorgeous oh my —” she puts her hand on her hip, nodding at your words. “thank ya! it’s all for you princess.” she breaks your gaze by announcing the rules of the paintball match as whilst handing you and isha your guns. “aaand the time starts now.”

before you can react, she darts off into the chaos of the room, laughing manically. the vividly painted walls and wild obstacles now feel like a maze, and you quickly scramble to take cover, paint splattering around you as you try to catch up with the madness she’s thrown you into. jinx and isha’s foot steps fall loudly as they chase each other around the room. eventually it comes to an abrupt pause. everyone trying to play this out more stealthy then attacking head on. who knew they’d take paintball so serious?

jinx on top of a ramp, using her gun as a sniper. if you calculate her steps correctly, you could sneak up behind her which will score you two points according to her. you make an attempt at your plan until you feel a sharp pain hit your back. there was no chance it could’ve been jinx since you see her still standing ontop of her ramp so it leaves only one person left, isha. the little demon scurries away from you giggling, as she ducks to take cover.

you gasp in surprise, the pain of the paintball slowly coming to an end. “you little sneak!” calling out, your tone light hearted and full of laughter. soon she pops back up again, aiming her gun at you once more. before isha can shoot, jinx’s voice rings out, “looks like isha’s winning! catch up, princess.” now you were completely determined to win this.

you scramble for cover behind a big bright blue rock. you hear isha’s tiny footsteps darting around, her quick movements making it hard to track her. you peak out, and catch a glimpse of a pink painted gun, and with a swift move, you pop out and fire. bullseye. she stumbles back, momentarily stunned from the paint but she quickly recovers and jumps into another spot to hide in.

“30 seconds on the clock, toots!” jinx shouts. all scores between the three of you were currently tied and there’s no way you’re losing on your birthday. you keep note of where isha is and try to predict her future movements all whilst seeing jinx hide behind a large pillar. you start to crouch your way on over to her location being as silent and precise with your movements as possible. you get to her location and it’s like the stars aligned in your favor because everything worked out perfectly. jinx doesn’t see you sneaking up behind since her eye was on isha, and with the perfect angle, boom!

your gun goes off right when the timer does, making you the winner of the paintball match. you stand there for a moment, catching your breath, heart racing, as the sound of the buzzer echoes in the room. isha comes running up to you, offering a high five. you return it, wearing a proud winning smile across your face.

jinx walks up twirling her gun in hand, “great job princess, now let’s go get some food, shall we?”

i’ve actually never went ‘paint balling’ before so if this is inaccurate sawry :[

[imagine-darksiders]

Girl, I have a serious question I need to expertise on. What Christmas gift does one give the four Horsemen?

War: This one's tricky to buy for. But, if you get him an electric bench grinder, his eyes will light up when he realises how sharp he can get Chaoseater in less than half the time it takes for him to sharpen the sword with a whetstone. Also some chrome dumbbells, as heavy as you can get them, for training purposes. In War's opinion, presents have to have a purpose that will work towards his benefit. But the bamboo socks you got him with little skulls on them are a nice luxury, he supposes.

Death: A Fortnum and Mason's tea selection, 120 tea bags of all different flavours for him to try. Guaranteed there'll be flavours he's never tasted before, and for a being as ancient as Death, putting in the effort to give him something he's never experienced before will always leave an impression. He'd also respond well to a new chess set. Don't forget to give something to Dust too. Death will accuse you of trying to spoil the bird, but he'll be privately touched at your thoughtfulness.

Fury: Stroke her ego. Get her a mug that says 'World's Best Horseman' on it with a picture of her on the back. Or get her portrait painted. She'll insist you hang it in your living room where you can always bask in it when she isn't there. If you really want to get into her good books, buy a present for Rampage as well, something like a new pot of leather oil for his tack, or a bunch of the juiciest apples you can find.

Strife: The best Christmas present you could get this man is renovating one of the rooms in your house and showing it to him like, "So, I thought it'd be nice for you to have somewhere familiar to stay between your missions, and well... I wasn't really doing anything with this room, so I fitted it out to be a sort of... bedroom for you, y'know, if you ever needed a place to crash.... Here's a spare key to our home too. Oh, also, there are two Nerf guns hidden in here. Get to finding them so we can shoot each other without either of us getting hurt."

Strife doesn't trust himself to speak for a good five minutes because he's convinced he'll accidentally confess his love for you if he opens his mouth.