#pastel peach writes

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hello! I adore your writing. Can I request a fic with female arcane characters when they have a touch starved gf? (Definitely asking for a friend ahah 😅)

RAHHH. ARCANE LADIES LETS GOOO. tbh, im not that in tune with Mel and Sevika as characters so they may be OOC. Thanks for requesting!

Arcane Ladies w/A Touch-Starved Reader | Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, and Sevika with a touch-starved lover and/or discovering said trait.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Lower Case Intended (Kinda?), Suggestive Themes (Mel/Sevika), Not Proofread, Short

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

JINX ᝰ๋࣭𝜗᭡

- In a romantic setting (or really any setting), Jinx is touch-starved herself.

- when taking hostages or messing with those in her way, she will often touch them such as stroking her nail along their jawline or grabbing their chin when they're hurt and on their last limb.

- now she does this not because she's a bit insane and wants to add salt to their wounds but because she's curious. "What would this feel like?" "What would happen if I do this?"

- Much like most things in her life, curiosity is the main thing that gets her into trouble

- in terms of touching, you're not exempt from her touching curiosity.

- she'll drag her nails along your spine. cup your cheek and chin, and squeeze you like the baby you are to her.

- it's not until you linger after a hug that she notices your touch-starved like her

– since that moment, she made a mental note to cuddle you, kiss you, or poke at you more

– even if you tell her to stop annoying you or that she should focus on her work and not mess with you, she'll continue to poke and hold you.

– why? well because you're smiling through your complaints and she can't get over that smile you try to hide when you let yourself melt in her touch

–––

VI ﾒ

– much like her sister, Vi is touch-starved herself.

– y'all saw how she acted with Caitlyn and when she reunited with Jinx. She was all OVER them. With you, she's the exact same

– With her, you're more reluctant with touch. You want to hug her, cuddle with her, cling onto her like the clingy thing you are but you're scared to.

– you didn't grow up in an environment where that was normalized so it was out of your comfort zone to go out and cling to someone.

– in the beginning of your relationship, Vi was touchy until she noticed you weren't super comfortable with it.

– when she noticed, she had a discussion with you. – "Hey, are you comfortable with me hugging you 'n stuff? I noticed you get kinda tense when I first hug you." She'll ask you on a random night in the living room. You were hesitant at first, wanting to immediately ease her insecurities and tell her everything was fine.

– But if you lied, even if the lie was more a half-truth, your initial reaction to her touch would be the same. Tense at first then ease seconds into the touch.

– So, because you couldn't do anything but bite the bud, you told her

– Since telling, Vi said she'll help you work on getting more comfortable with touch.

– She'll even tease you when she notices you're more hesitant than normal.

– "Oh, come on," she'll tease you with her arms squeezing around your torso and your cheeks smushing to another. "You know you love it! Ease up, Mufifn."

–––

CAITLYN ᯓ

- With Caitlyn, you literally CANNOT get off of her. Can't blame you though.

- 6' foot something to cling onto? YUM.

- Caitlyn didn't mind your touchiness. She assumed you were that way so she didn't think anything of it.

- It wasn't until she met your family that she saw that your touchy side is something you keep hidden from your family, if not the world.

- You were so stiff around them, uncomfortable dare she say. You kept to yourself, restricted that pretty smile of yours, and you wouldn't let yourself ease into her touch.

- At home, she brought this up to you and you told her that being affectionate wasn't something your family did. To them, holding each other, hugging, expressing hellos and goodbyes with kisses was weird. Unfortunately for you, you're a naturally touchy person so you had to keep that part of you concealed.

- Caitlyn didn't like the thought of you hiding yourself from your blood kin. You didn't deserve that treatment so at home, after the event, Caitlyn went out of her way to be more touchy with you.

- she cradled your head when cuddling on the couch, gave you kisses on the cheek, and when she complimented you on something or congratulated you, she kissed the top of your head while giving you a polite squeeze.

– being super-duper-mushy-gushy-affectionate wasn't something she wasn't used to but she'll do anything for you. Plus, a couple extra kisses and squeezes haven't killed her yet.

–––

MEL౨ৎ

- You didn't care about touch all that much before your relationship with Mel. At the start of your relationship, you and Mel were younger so you had fewer responsibilities. All your free time, literally all of it, you guys spent with each other

- walking arm-in-arm while shopping, resting on each other on hot Summer days with your feet in a body of water, and mindlessly playing with each other's clothes or hair during late-night talks.

- but as she got busier, you saw her less, and seeing her less meant fewer touches.

- Mel wouldn't call herself touch-starved but starved for your touch.

– She'll miss your lingering touches on her fingers while you lay in bed, your lips on her back as you held each other, and your face in the crook of her neck.

– In a way, you both were touch-starved for each other. Maybe even a different word but this is a PG-13 space LMAO.

– at night, you would wrap your limbs around her tight and in the morning, you'd cling even tighter. What do you mean it's time for her to go already? She just got in bed!! (it's been 7 hours.)

– with Mel, your touch-starving-ness doesn't go unnoticed. In fact, whenever there's a time she notices you're more touchy than normal, she'll make it up to you

– And you never once complained about her way of making it up to you.

–––

SEVIKA ⚠︎

- oh lord, where do i start with this one, hm?

– One, Sevika loves the crap out of your touch-starved-ness. She won't admit this out loud but she thinks its the cutest thing in the world.

- She'll see you go in for a hug or maybe a wrap around her arm but then decide against it because of your own insecurities.

- Sometimes she'll take matters into her own hands and wrap her arm around you, pull you into her lap, or sneak a kiss on your cheek but other times she likes to make you suffer.

– "Mm, what was that?" she'll tease with a smirk on her lips. "Oh, did you want to hug me? Kiss me? Cling onto me or something?"

- Tbh, if you're with Sevika, you gotta be a little bit of a brat, right? right. So, you'll refuse the allegations she put on your name.

- That is until she pushes and pushes and boom. Like a perfectly boiled egg, your shell has been cracked and peeled, and the softness of your personality has been brought to light.

– with embarrassment plastered along your body and face, you'll do what you were too shy to before. (Cling, hug, kiss, etc).

- Sevika plays a big game but she loves it when you cling to her because just like you, she's a bit touch-starved too. The only touches she gets on a day-to-day basis are punches, kicks, etc.

- When you swallow your pride at home, you'll pull her down to your chest and hold her tight. She'll ask what's up but you'll just ignore her and she'll melt into your body like you intended.

WC: 1,229

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Neither Did I, My Dear (Nanami x Reader)

Synopsis: Five years - the amount of time you've been single, in university over in the States, and out of Japan. The amount of time you had to get over your ex.

Somehow, it wasn't enough.

Pairing: Kento Nanami x reader

WC: 2.3k

Content: exes to lovers, alternate universe - no powers, spiraling thoughts, hurt/comfort, angst, angst to fluff, fluffy ending, reconciliation (possibly OOC Nanami)

A/N: I tried, guys, I really did, but no guarantees that Kento is in character. I'm hoping that the more I write JJK fanfics, the easier it'll become to slip into their skins (metaphorically, lol). AO3 link here.

After five years in America, you’d forgotten how light Japan got in the springtime.

You didn’t really know how to put it, exactly, but it’s like you could see the sunbeams between the buildings and trees. You saw all the pastels and lighter colors of passerbys, the bright colors of the stands, the cherry blossoms - all of it was something you lost when you moved overseas for university. America had its vibrancy, sure, but it often was overwhelmingly grey. 

Even the peaches were softer and sweeter back in your home country. You smiled at the man running the stand, dropping the money into his hand and walking away with your find. Maybe you could make a nice peach cobbler, that was always your favorite dessert to eat when in the States.

Or, you thought as you were pushed and watched your peaches go flying into the air, maybe it would be better to force the person who ruined the peaches to pay for a new round.

“My apologies,” a baritone voice said, “I didn’t see you there.”

You looked up in spite of the unpleasant leap in your stomach to find him there.

Kento Nanami.

Valedictorian. Salaryman. Wannabe emo.

…and ex-boyfriend.

“It’s no problem,” you said, keeping your head down and gathering your peaches. “I’m not the best at watching my surroundings.”

He stayed quiet for a few moments, and for a brief second, you thought he’d move on and continue walking to wherever he had to go.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

But, much to your chagrin, your name came forth from his lips, and all hope of walking away from this encounter without further interaction was dashed spectacularly.

“Nanami, hey.” Your smile felt more like a grimace, but you’d practiced in front of a mirror long enough to know that it would look fine. “How- how’ve you been?”

“I’ve been well.” He bent down and picked up the last peach, putting it in the bag from whence it came. “I’ve been working for the past few years. It’s monotonous work at its finest, but there’s not much to complain about.”

“I’m glad work isn’t too much for you,” you said, keeping the strained smile on your face. “I know you worked hard to get to where you’re at.”

You both stood, letting the noise of the people moving around you fill the void that was your history.

He looked good. The lanky frame he had in high school had properly filled out, his hair had been cut and made him look professional, and the sunglasses - well, the sunglasses simply added onto the charm.

Not that there was any charm anymore. No. No, absolutely not. None.

“Would you-”

“I’ve gotta-”

You both stopped, caught off guard by speaking at the same time. “You first,” you insisted.

Nanami nodded in thanks. “Would you like to get coffee sometime? I’d like to catch up with you, if you’re willing.”

Your heart screamed in dread and delight at the proposition. It was everything you’d hoped for since he’d told you that the relationship was over, sure, but-

You’d spent five years trying to find some semblance of normal in the wake of the damage he left behind. Would intentionally meeting up with him undo all of that hard fought progress?

“I-” You cut yourself off and sighed. Who were you kidding? You still couldn’t say no to him, not even after all this time apart. “I’m free next Saturday.”

~~~

After exchanging numbers, texting back and forth sporadically, and figuring out a coffee shop which you both wanted to go to, you finally made it to the following Saturday.

You felt like you were going to puke.

Your nerves felt two seconds away from lighting on fire, which was a stark contrast to your deep and even breaths.

You felt like you were going to puke.

You leaned forward, your forehead touching the top of the steering wheel. Your eyes closed as you breathed yet again. How was this going to go? How could you stand in front of Nanami - purposefully - and not lose all the progress you made in moving on? Have you even moved on?

You felt like you were going to- 

“Alright, that’s enough, out of the car,” you told yourself, forcibly yanking your mind out of a downward spiral. You told Nanami you’d be here, and so help you if you skipped out of it because you were afraid of some stupid feelings that should have died a long time ago.

The shop bell chimed brightly as you walked in. It was a quaint little place, one recommended by Nanami himself, and one that you were quite taken by. Maybe you’d swing by here another time by yourself to enjoy it without the dread of talking to your ex hanging over you.

Speaking of, you heard him call your name from off to your right. Situated in the corner away from the other patrons was Nanami, two cups of coffee in front of him.

You waved, and as you drew close to the table, you spoke. “Hey, thank you for getting us a spot. I hope I didn’t keep you too long.”

“No worries. I wanted to make sure we had a spot that wasn’t in the midst of the shop. If I recall correctly, I know we both value peace and quiet.”

You were able to blame the way your eyes darted away from his on hanging your backpack on the back of your seat. It had been over five years since you last had any meaningful conversation with him, how in the world did he still remember that about you?

“I appreciate it, Nanami, thank you.” You smiled politely at him, hoping against hope that you weren’t blushing. “And thank you for the coffee. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Nonsense, I was the one to initiate this outing. It’s only fair that I cover the cost.”

You nodded once and took a sip. Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Is this a muddy mocha?”

“Yes. It’s still your favorite type of coffee, correct?”

You didn’t have an excuse to break eye contact, but your eyes still glanced down at the table for a moment. Goodness, you hoped your polite poker face extended to blushing as well. “It is, yeah.”

“Good,” he said. You looked up at him through your lashes again, catching the way the side of his mouth ticked up the tiniest bit. You answered his grin with one of your own.

~~~

Much to your surprise, you two had fallen right into conversation like no time had passed. Tales about university, dead end jobs, and daily life were exchanged freely. You got to tell him about your friend group over in America, and Nanami got to disclose all the details about what his friend group in Japan was up to (you dutifully ignored the pang in your heart as you remembered that they weren’t your friends anymore).

“And that’s,” he said chuckling, head tilted back ever so slightly, “how Haibara ended up getting the number of a convict.”

“Oh my gosh,” you laughed, hand covering your mouth so as not to disturb the rest of the cafe with how loud you were. “If you would have told me that sweet, innocent Yu would one day get the contact information for a lady who’s been arrested multiple times for public drunkenness, I wouldn’t have believed it.”

“I still don’t.” Nanami’s voice sounded warm and inviting, just like-

Your laughter turned to sniffles and cries in an instant, and for the life of you, you couldn’t understand why you couldn’t just remain happy. Why did you always have to do this to yourself?

You heard Nanami shift in his seat. “Are you okay?”

His question, so full of concern for your wellbeing, only pushed you closer to tears. You stood abruptly, gathering your cup and your backpack in a few seconds.

“This was a bad idea, I- I’m sorry, Nanami, I have to go,” you whispered, hand still over your mouth and half over your face as you tried to conceal your sudden shift in mood. You hurried over to the trash can by the front door and threw away the empty cup.

“Wait-”

His voice cut off as you pushed open the door, fleeing as quickly as you could.

You idiot, you knew that coming out was a bad idea, but noooo, you just had to go ahead and screw yourself over. All that progress, and for what? An outing you deluded yourself into thinking was a date?

“Stop.”

You didn’t have time to wipe your tears from your face as Nanami cornered you against the wall. The alleyway in which you two stood was abandoned, just like it was the day he broke up with you.

“It isn’t like you to burst into tears like that,” Nanami said, eyes creased with worry. “Please tell me what’s going on.”

“Let me go, Nanami,” you whispered, your head turned to the side so you didn’t look at him.

“Not when you’re upset like this.”

You laughed bitterly. “What makes you think you have the right to try to soothe me? Why start now?” Silence answered you, and you couldn’t help the splinter of your heart. “Just let me go, please.”

“Let me make this right,” he murmured, drawing closer. You shook your head.

“You can’t.”

Only a few seconds of silence passed before you felt his fingers gently take hold of your jaw and turn your head toward him. Two more tears dropped down your cheeks when your eyes met his. He wiped them away and settled his thumb along your cheek, letting it glide back and forth.

“I-” He sighed raggedly. “It hurts me more than ever to see you in pain. What did I do, and how can I fix it?”

You laughed around a sob stuck in your throat and tilted your head back, moving out of his grasp. His hand landed on your neck instead. Your eyes closed.

“For a moment,” you mumbled, “for a moment, I felt normal again. We used to do this all the time, back when we were in school, and for a second, it-”

You paused and breathed before you started crying harder. You already hated that there were tears streaming down your face, but the prospect of breaking down further terrified you. This was the same man who walked away after shattering your heart. You didn’t want to be vulnerable in front of him again.

“Kento,” you whimpered, body betraying you as more tears slipped down your face, “for the first time in five years, everything felt bright again. I felt at peace for the first time in so long, only to remember that this is going to end. We’ll both leave the coffee shop and go back to our regular lives, and that’s ok - it is - but-”

“Breathe, darling,” he said as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms. It had always been a tried-and-true method that he used back in high school to calm you down, but after so long of not having him, it only made you fully burst into tears.

“It’s been five years, Kento, why do you still hold my heart captive?”

You couldn’t see the look of devastated longing on his face through your tears, but you could feel him guide you into his arms again. You felt his warmth and strength hold you as you fell apart for the first time in a long while. You felt him rock you back and forth as your tears soaked into his shirt.

You felt whole again in the arms of the man who broke your heart, and you hated it just as much as you loved him.

Only when your cries turned into the occasional sniffle did he speak again.

“I suppose we’ve both been holding each other captive, then.”

You couldn’t understand what he was talking about. “What?”

Kento shifted, drawing you the tiniest bit closer. His breath was warm where it fanned against the crown of your head. “I’ll be honest - I asked you out today to see if there was a chance you’d allow me to date you again. Ending our relationship was the worst decision I’ve made.”

You pulled away from his chest to look at him, hoping that your face didn’t appear pathetically hopeful. “What?”

His hand came once more to rest on your cheek, eyes flitting between yours. “My heart has always been yours, I just didn’t realize it until you disappeared the week after everything ended.”

“Kento…”

“Please, sweetheart,” he whispered, touching his forehead to yours, “let me win your heart over once again. Let me be yours.”

With his plea came two distinct paths.

The first? You could keep the walls you’d painstakingly built, back away from Nanami, and walk away. The path of your future would be blank and wide open, and you could mold it any which way you wanted. You could pursue further education, found a charity, rescue a dog or two - any and all of it, it was open to you.

And it seemed terribly unappealing.

The second? 

Well, you could lean forward and feel the warmth of his lips once more. You could spend more nights together, making dinner and watching tv before leaving for your apartment. You could hold his hand, exchange warm glances, and pepper his face with kisses. You could one day have and hold him, until death did you both part.

And so you leaned forward ever so slightly, bridging the chasm that stood between the both of you.

His lips, slightly chapped though they were, felt so much like home that it took an embarrassing amount of strength to keep standing and not fall completely into him. Kento’s hands found their way to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he reciprocated.

“I never stopped loving you,” was the first thing out of your mouth when you pulled away. 

He chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Neither did I, my dear.”

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

Vi & Caitlyn

(X) = Smut

Don't Cry Over Spilled Paint @pastel-peach-writes Summary: You spill paint on Vi jacket and Vi gets really upset. Caitlyn is stuck in the middle. Warnings: Outburst of anger Special Tags: Polly Au,

Doormate @pastel-peach-writes Summary: You have a bad day at work. Caitlyn and Vi are trying to make you feel better. Warnings: Outburst of anger Special Tags: Polly Au,

Brat @inari-zaheer Summary: You start to act up after going a while without sex. Warnings: Mentions of sex Special Tags: Polly Au,

Midnight I saw you @pathetic-sapphic (X) Summary: vi really likes to eat you out and Caitlyn likes to watch. Warnings: None Special Tags: Polly Au,

Stressful Days @inari-zaheer (X) Summary: You and Vi start make out while waiting for Caitlyn to come home form work. Warnings: None Special Tags: Polly Au, Voyeurism

Baby, I'm yours @sweetcyberangel Summary: Vi and Caitlyn can not get enough of you. Warnings: None Special Tag: High Fem Reader

BLOMSTERTID @mo0nfairy  Summary: Centuries-old mage, Y/N L/N, possesses magical abilities unheard of. A few citizens monopolize the remnants of magic they find, of which they now title “Hextech”. Hearsay of this power bleeds through all of Runeterra, until Piltover and Zaun find themselves in an anarchic war to obtain said power. Before Y/N can even blink, however, the humans neglect their plans when they realize they’d rather have Y/N instead. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Mutli Part, Arcane x reader

GhostFace @r3starttt (X) Summary: None Warnings: Gun Play Specials Tags: Ghost Face Au CaitVi

En Pointe @pastel-peach-writes Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Shark Week @pastel-peach-writes Summary: caitvi do when their S/O was on their period Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Let go @xoxoangelllcake Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Cat got your tongue? @hitmehardnsofttt Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

[2-guns-b1tch]

Midnight Visitor

Rating: Explicit +18

Pairing: BTAA! Scarecrow x F!Reader

I really wanted to write something about the Scarecrow from the Audio Adventures. I love his voice and his mannerisms so much. Sorry if this a little OOC, i think i wasn't able to portray him exactly right, but I hope you like this and let me now if I forgot to mention a trigger warning.

Ao3

+18 Minors DNI!!! Fear Play, Mildly Dubious Consent, Breathplay if you squint, Vaginal Sex.

The waiting room is practically empty when you come in. The only person in there is Miss Gold and she seems to be getting ready to leave for her lunch break.

"Hello, Miss Gold," your voice breaks the silence, making her jump on her chair.

Miss Gold snaps her head in your direction, laughing softly with a hand on her chest when she realizes is actually you.

"Oh, hello, Mrs. Crane. I was sou caught that you startled me."

Miss Gold has been Jonathan's secretary for almost two years. She was a little shorter than you, wearing high heels to make up for the missing inches. Her round, rosy cheeks reminded you of a peach, matching her plumper silhouette. Her clothes were often pastel and soft, which made her stand out in the dull environment of the clinic.

Although Miss Gold was sweet and helpful, she always had this nervous expression on her face, looking like she was on the verge of an anxiety attack constantly. You needed to have a conversation with Jonathan to find out what kind of pressure he was putting on the poor secretary.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to sneak in like this," you say, approaching her table. "I came to bring Jonathan's lunch. Is he here?"

Miss Gold nods, "Yes, he is, dear. Would you like me to let him know you're here?"

"You don't have to, thank you. Go enjoy your lunch, Miss Gold. I will take care of the doctor now.”

You say goodbye before she leaves and you knock on Jonathan's door, his voice on the other end signaling you to come in.

"What's so important, Miss-" Jonathan lifts his head towards you, the annoyed expression on his face being washed away when he lays his eyes on you, a small smile forming on the corners of his lips.

You can't help but shiver as you walk over to his desk. The old, dark furniture gave the room a gloomy air, the dim lights creating strange shadows. But what made you feel more uneasy were the old Argus Studios posters hanging on the walls. Basil Karlo's wicked gaze followed you wherever you went.

You try to shake off that feeling when Jonathan gets up and meets you halfway.

"What do I owe the pleasure of your honorable presence?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You pull him by his orange tie – the same one you had gifted him last Christmas – until he was at your level and you could kiss him on the cheek.

"You forgot that at home, so I thought I'd stop by to deliver it to you," you lift the lunchbox, handing it to him.

He slaps a hand on his forehead, giving a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head. "What would I do without my dear wife?"

"You would probably end up forgetting your head somewhere," you pat him at the shoulder before sitting down on the therapy couch.

Jonathan just nods, sitting next to him. He opens the package, admiring for a few seconds what you had packed before he started eating.

You watch him finish the salad in just a few bites and then stuff his mouth full of spaghetti. He licks his lips, letting out a few moans of delight between bites.

"Good to know you still like my food," you comment out Loud.

"How could I not? That was one of the main reasons I married you."

You try to look offended by giving him a weak slap on the arm, but you can't hide your smile when he starts laughing.

"You're terrible!"

"You can't go back now. Until death do us part, remember?" he shrugs as if there's nothing you can do. “Besides, we both know you’re crazy about me."

You roll your eyes at him, but your fingers troke your wedding ring, a warm sensation spreading across your chest.

"You look hungry. What would you have eaten if I hadn’t brought your lunch?"

He shrugs as he finishes chewing. "I probably would have asked Miss Gold to buy me something. Don't worry."

But it was impossible not to worry. In these last months, Jonathan left early in the morning and returned only late at night. He said he was too busy at the office and that you shouldn't wait for him awake. Even then you always woke up when he arrived home and helped him take off his clothes, only being able to talk for a few minutes until he fell asleep exhausted.

Of course you were grateful for the comfortable life his jobs provided, and you were very proud of his career as a doctor and professor, but you didn't want him to work until he killed himself.

You run your fingers through his hair, brushing a few strands off his forehead. He definitely needed a cut. On top of that, he looked even thinner and the dark circles under his eyes were getting bigger. But even after all these years together, he was still the man of your dreams. A little mean and weird, but you didn't want it any other way.

Jonathan stares at you, his gaze as warm and loving as ever. But at the same time it seemed so far away, as if he wasn't really there.

"Today they're going to reprise some classic horror movies. What do you think? You, me, a bucket of popcorn?" you propose.

"I'm sorry, dear. Not today. I have some tests that I need to go through and-" Jonathan begins to explain himself, but you interrupt him.

"It's okay, you have work to do. I get it.”

You bite your tongue, hating how angry you sound. You didn't want to take your frustrations out on him, but you missed Jonathan so much. You missed dancing with him as he hummed some silly music he made up. To watch the classic horror movies he loved so much. To simply be able to talk to him without Jonathan falling asleep in the middle of a sentence. And you missed the sex, too.

Jonathan was still affectionate, of course, but the caresses and touches boiled down to a quick kiss before he left or a hug when he arrived. Nothing more than that. Now, Jonathan left a void around the house, like a ghost walking in the halls.

He places the lunch box on the coffe table, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You're upset, I understand.”

You move your gaze to your lap. "I'm not upset. I'm just... tired. I’ve barely seen you these last few days."

He puts his hand over yours, his skin feeling cold against your own.

"I know these past months have been difficult. But I'll make it up to you," he strokes your cheek, tilting your chin to look into your eyes. "I promise."

You really want to believe him, but a part of you suspects that these are empty promises. This behavior will keep repeating itself and you will keep forgiving him, until eventually you drift further apart.

A paranoid little voice in the back of your mind suggests a hypothesis for Jonathan's absence and you hate yourself for thinking about something like that. What if he was cheating on you? What if all this distance over the past few months was actually someone between you.

Jonathan wasn't that kind of man, but the voice kept repeating. What if? What if he had grown tired of you? What if that person was more beautiful? Or more interesting? What if they made him happier than you?

The idea makes your stomach turn and you swallow dry. You pull your hand from his grip, getting up from the couch.

"I should go," you say as you put the lunchboxes back in the bag. "After all, you have a lot of work to do."

You feel numb as Jonathan follow you to the door, barely feeling the goodbye kiss he places on your forehead.

You wish you had walked out of the office hoping that things would get better or at least satisfied that this is just a temporary crisis that all couples have to face at some point.

Instead, doubt and a feeling of distress accompany you all the way home.

——

You stir awake, being pulled slowly from your dreams. Everything seems hazy and fuzzy as you run you fingers over Jonathan’s bedside, but you only find his side cold and empty. You sigh in frustration, letting your head sink against the pillow again. You should be used to it by now.

The alarm on your bedside table signals that it's past midnight, the numbers on the digital clock flashing through the darkness of the room. You snuggle under the covers again, almost forgetting what woke you up in the first place. Sleep is so tempting and you start to drift off.

But an insistent sound keeps you awake. You stare at the ceiling, your eyes getting used to the darkness as you begin to make out what exactly the noise was.

Steps. Someone was walking around the apartment.

You pull the sheets, the sole of your foot meeting the cold floor. You try not to assume the worst as you get out of bed. Maybe it was just Jonathan coming home from work.

You step into the hallway, turning on the switch, but the light bulb flickers a few time before the shadows envelop you once more. You sigh, cursing yourself silently. The hallway light wasn’t working properly and you were supposed to change it weeks ago.

You walk slowly with your arms extended in front of your body so you don’t bump into anything until you can reach the bathroom door. You turn the lights on and a momentary feeling of safety rushes over you. Everything looks okay in the bathroom, so you decide to let the lights on and the door open to let a little bit o the light illuminate the hallway.

After that you go to check the living room and the kitchen. Your thin nightgown isn't enough to keep you warm on that cold night and you hug yourself, a shiver running through your skin.

You finally go to the front door to test the handle. To your relief, is locked and the bolt was in place. Even though you lived in a safe neighborhood you still had your fears, after all, Gotham is Gotham. You can never be too sure.

Maybe it was just a dream? You wonder for a second until you notice the light in Jonathan's office leaking through the small crack in the door. As you get closer, the sound of mumbling and papers being flipped through becomes more noticeable. Jonathan was really incorrigible. After hours at his office, he brought even more work home.

"Jon, you should go to bed," you stop in front of the door, rubbing your eyes until they get used to the brightness of the room.

You had the clear image of Jonathan in your head. He'd be sitting behind his desk with a tired expression on his face, pen hanging loose in his hand while he is finishing giving grades fos his students’ tests. You would whisper in a sweet tone and stroke his hair until he agreed to follow you back to bed.

Instead, your heart sinks as your eyes fall on the stranger leaning over Jonathan's desk, papers scattered everywhere. He was tall and thin, wearing a brown suit. His face was covered by a patched mask, a rope around his neck.

You've heard and read countless stories about him, but you never expected that one day you'd come face to face with the Scarecrow.

Sleep is a distant thing now. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes your whole body tense, your feet stuck on the ground. Your instincts scream at you to run, fight, do anything, but the idea of moving seems impossible. All you can do is watch transfixed as Scarecrow stares at you from across the room, a heavy, suffocating silence forming between the two of you.

For some reason he seems as surprised as you do, as if he didn't expect someone to show up.

He walks around the table with slow steps, his hands raised in the air. "Hush. I didn't come here to hurt you," he sounds calm and... strangely familiar. But the grim smile sewn into his mask doesn't help to reassure you.

This is like a nightmare. The kind where you stay in the same place while running, unable to distance yourself from the monster that chases you, no matter how hard you try. But now, the monster wouldn't disappear when you opened your eyes. No matter how much you blink, he's still there.

He's only a few inches away, his hand almost touching your arm, when your feet finally work again and you run out of the room, heading towards the kitchen.

You can hear the Scarecrow right behind you through the rapid beating of your heart, his footsteps reverberating against the hardwood floor, but you don't dare look back.

Your first extinct is to open one of the drawers to grab the biggest knife you can find. You turn just in time to see the Scarecrow standing in the kitchen doorway, your trembling hands gripping the handle of the knife as you point the blade at him. The shadows cast strange shapes on his face, making the smile on his mask seem even bigger. For a moment he looks like one of the monsters from Jonathan's movies.

"Don't come closer!" you scream.

He ignores your order, taking one step toward you and then another. Approaching in the same careful manner that a predator approaches its prey.

You swallow, your wobbly legs seeming to be unable to bear your own weight. "If you come any closer I-I... I'm going to hurt you."

He pauses for a moment, tilting his head as he studies you. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves ma’am. You don't want to make any rash decisions."

"Stay away from me! My husband is going to arrive any moment and he's going to-"

The Scarecrow throws his head back in a cruel laugh that sends a shiver down your spine, as if you've said something stupid.

"Look at you, trying to rationalize with fear. So brave," he shakes his head, approaching again.

With every step he takes, you take another step back in a futile attempt to increase the distance between you. You keep retreating until you're backed against the kitchen counter and that's when it lunges at you. He slaps your hand, throwing your knife across the room.

You try to scream, but he presses his hand over your mouth to muffle your cries for help. You flinch at the sensation of the cold leather of his gloves on your skin, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your arm.

You're like a deer at headlights, too scared to fight for your survival. He was so close now, you could see his eyes through the holes in the mask, deep brown circles staring back at you. His pupils were dilated, he was enjoying it.

To your horror, he presses his face against your neck. He inhales deeply against your skin, letting out a satisfied hum. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you shiver against his grip.

"You’re afraid, aren’t you? You’re afraid, and it’s delicious,” he whispers close to your ear, his voice becoming dark and low as he takes a sharp inhale. "Mmm. You fear is so sweet, I can almost taste it on my tongue. Oh, darling. You're terrified," he laughs hoarsely.

You close your eyes so tightly that you can see little white spots. The whole world seems to spin and you feel dizzy. Would he drug you with the fear gas that all the news have been talking about? Or maybe force you to swallow some of the drugs he makes that look like Halloween candy? You can only think of Jonathan coming home to find your lifeless body lying on the kitchen floor.

The sob you let out goes almost unnoticed and you think he'll just ignore you, but the Scarecrow leans back, your eyes meeting as tears roll down your face.

"Shhh. No crying. Those aren't the kind of tears I want from you," he says in a soft, almost soothing tone as he strokes your hair. "I'll let you talk now, but don't scream. Got it?"

You nod as best you can and he finally pulls his hand off of you. Your tongue feels heavy inside your mouth when you try to speak.

"Wha... What are you going to do with me?" you ask.

"I'm still deciding," he shrugs.

"I don't have anything you want."

"Maybe I don't want something you have. Maybe I want you to do something for me. Have you thought about that?"

His words take a second to fully hit you. You wish you had misunderstood, but it was impossible not to notice the way he looked at you, how his eyes traveled up and down your body. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you shake your head.

"Please don't. I... I have a husband and he-"

Scarecrow interrupts you with a loud sigh. "You keep talking about your husband, but where is he?"

You open your mouth to answer him, but close it right away, pressing your lips into a thin line. You didn't know where Jonathan really was. Maybe he wasn't even in the office. What if he had lied to you?

He continues in a low tone, as if he's telling you a secret. "What kind of husband leaves his wife like that? So lonely. So vulnerable," one of his hands goes down slowly to caress the bare flesh of your thigh while the other grips your waist. You are startled by the feeling of his hands on you, how his touch is surprisingly slow and sensual. You find yourself thinking about Jonathan for a second before remembering that he's not the one touching you.

"Were you waiting for him? That's why you're wearing this nightgown? How lovely," his laugh makes your cheeks heat up. "Lucky me."

He drags his hand up your stomach, running along your sides, teases one of your breasts until your nipple is a stiffen bud underneath your nightgown. You try to look distant on the outside, but it’s impossible to deny the wetness forming between your legs. You bite the inside of your cheek hard enough to hold in any noises.

You don't want that. You don't want his hands on you. You don't want his body against yours. But you can't remember the last time you felt wanted. It's been so long since you and Jonathan had sex. You're so tired of feeling alone.

Even with these ideas running through your head, you place a hand against his chest, opening up a bit of space between the two of you.

"No. That's not right," you say, "I don't... I don't want this."

"Oh, don't be like that," he whispers, rubbing his face against you neck. "That could be our little secret. I'm not going to tell anyone. I promise."

The air is drawn out of your lungs, as if you've been punched in the stomach. You turn your head slowly, the words stuck in your throat.

"Jonathan?" you mutter.

His body tenses suddenly, and he tilts his head back, staring at you wide-eyed, like a child who just got caught with his hand inside the cookie jar. How could you not have noticed before? Maybe it was fear confusing your senses, but all the signs were there. The same tall, slender silhouette, the long limbs, the deep brown eyes. The same voice. The same laugh.

He breaks the silence with a low laugh, shaking his head.

"I knew I couldn't fool your forever. You always have been so smart."

He lifts the mask slowly, revealing every bit of his face. The face you knew so well. Jonathan's face.

A million questions cross your mind, but before you can say anything Jonathan presses you against the counter again, capturing your lips.

You gasp and throw a fist into his chest, pressing your teeth against his bottom lip, biting hard enough to hurt, but this jusy makes Jonathan growls like a mad dog. His hands run all over your body, not knowing where to stop. He tugs at your nightgown, the cold air sending shivers through your skin as he grabs and squeezes every bit of flesh he can reach.

The kiss is demanding and sloppy, his hot tongue trailing across your lips and invading your mouth. All you can do is hold on to Jonathan as if your life depended on it, making him grunt as your nails sink into his covered back.

There's something familiar about how your bodies move in sync. A sensual dance that the two of you had done thousands of times before. But now there's a hunger behind Jonathan's movements, something possessive, as if he won’t let you escape. Maybe you were as hungry as he was.

The next moment your world changes perspective as Jonathan turns you around, lowering you down onto the kitchen counter until your cheek is pressed against the cold surface. You moan softly as he lifts the thin material of your nightgown, his mouth leaving warm kiss on the skin of your back.

He pulls your panties down, kicking your legs apart. You were practically naked, while Jonathan was fully clothed, having only taken off his mask and gloves. You feel so exposed, nothing to hide yourself while Jonathan stares at you laid bare before him.

You can hear him shuffling behind you, undoing his own belt and pants in a hurry. You turn your head just in time to see him approaching, his flushed cock pressing against your pussy, making you both grunt together. You don't even care if it hurts, all you want is Jonathan inside you. Filling you completely. Fuck, you want him so bad.

He gathers some of your wetness, his dick sliding in between your folds in slow movements. You moan softly when the tip catches on your clit, the sweet sensation making you buckle your hips towards him.

"Jonny..." you whine, "Please."

Jonathan laughs in a mocking tone, but you know he's not in the mood for teasing either.

You’re wet enough so there is no resistance as he presses intou you, your walls stretching to accommodate his cock. Jonathan moves slowly, leaving you’re both panting when he’s fully inside you. The pain and the pleasure mix deliciously, you missed him so much.

The first thrust takes the air out of your lungs. The second makes your legs tremble. The third makes your back arch and a sweet sound leave your lips. He keeps rutting against you, slow and deep. The wet sound of your bodies combined and your moans reverberate through the walls.

"You're the perfect victim, you know?" he says in between grunts, "You're so beautiful when you're scared. Oh, and when you started running – Fuck... I almost lost my mind. I wanted to take you right there on the floor."

You clench around him, driving him even deeper into you. Jonathan realizes the effect his words have on you, giving you a breathless chuckle.

"Did you like that? Do you like the idea of a maniac fucking you?"

The idea shouldn't be so tempting, but you can't stop thinking about Jonathan hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal himself and pull you into the darkness with him, where he could do whatever he wanted to you.

You nod weakly and he grips you tighter, his nails leaving half-moon marks on the soft skin of your waist.  His pace is brutal now, your body moving everytime his hips hits your backside.

"Next time... Hah... I'll give you some of the toxin, just enough to keep you on the edge and a little scared," he takes a sharp breath, throwing his head back, "And then... I'm going to put on my mask and I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."

You open your mouth, but you can’t form words to save your life, so you reach out behind you

to something to hold until your fingers find the rope around Jonathan’s neck and you pull him towards you. He lets out a surprised sound, turning into a sinful moan. His chest is against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

It’s good. It’s so fucking good. You can’t believe you almost forgot how good it was to have him inside you. You make a silent promise to never let him leave again.

One of his hands moves around your body, his fingers meeting your throbbing clit. He makes quick circles around it, pinching and pressing on it hard. For a moment it all seems too much and not enough at the same time. His cock moving inside you, the pressure on your clit. It was overwhelming in the best kind of way.

With your cheek pressed against the counter and tears streaming down your face, you can feel your orgasm approaching. Behind you, Jonathan's movements get more and more out of rhythm and you know he's not that far away either.

He keeps one hand in between your legs while the other lays flat on your mid section, pulling you close to him, your bodies still glued together.

"Tell me -Ah... Tell me who I am,” he mumbles, cheek nuzzled in your temple. “Tell me what I am,” almost sound like he is begging and you could never say no to him.

"Scarecrow!" the word leaves your lips before you know it. "You're the Scarecrow."

"Yes! That’s right! That’s right, good girl. My good girl,” his praise goes straight to your pussy and you squeeze him impossibly tight.

You throw your head back, stretching your neck until you can kiss him. It’s all teeth and tongue while he keeps moving inside you with shallow thrusts.

Your orgasm hits you so hard that almost hurts. The knot in your lower belly finally snaps and the wave of carnal bliss washes over your. Jonathan comes right after you. He curses between clenched teeth, his hips curling, his breath hot on your skin as he fills your cunt with hot wads of cum.

 You both breathe heavily in the middle of the kitchen, your sweaty bodies intertwined perfectly. Thank God he is holding you, because you barely can feel your legs and if it weren’t for him you know you would be on the floor by this point.

Jonathan snuggles up against your neck, murmuring something sweet, but your mind is too hazy now to hear him. You bring a hand up to his head, stroking his hair.

As you come down from you high, reality finally hits you. One of Gotham's most wanted criminals just came inside you and now he's cuddling you. Oh, and coincidentally, he's your husband... Fuck.

[copious-zygomaticus]

You sly dog, you got me monologuing! Anyways, I think I’m gonna be writing more Obey Me oneshots cause I have NASTY FREAK BRAINROT. Also because I have ideas that have to exist because they’re too good and my brain is huge. Uhh, anyways- TAKE THAT!

I’m Your Turbo Lover

Characters: Solomon x MC x Asmodeus

Reader Insert Pronouns: He/They

Dynamic: Polyamorous Romantic.

Summary: After a long day of classes, the Devildom’s most fashionable triad gets ready for date night at a fancy restaurant. Your boyfriends are not mentally prepared for the rev of your motorcycle and your hardcore getup.

Warnings: Suggestive Language, Nothing!

The moon shone brightly on metal street lamps and store signs as the sound of a twinkling voice and a cool laugh filled the air. You see, Asmodeus and Solomon were walking together under a star dotted sky to Ristorante Six for date night with the triad. Asmodeus was all dressed up in a flowing pastel pink silk dress shirt with ruffled bell sleeves and cream-colored pants trapped by a decorative vested corset in matching colors. His face was truly a vision with pearlescent shimmering eyeshadow that darkened at the edges with a peach pink eyeshadow that framed his eyeliner detailed eyes. Asmo formed quite the divine image with Solomon, who had his white hair slightly tossed atop of body clad in loose black pants that were tied at the waist over a slightly unbuttoned deep velvety purple button down shirt which complimented his usual galaxy cape. Solomon’s dark eyes were swirling with a rainbow sheen, like an oil spill from the heavens. And yet you were no where to be seen, because you had told your boyfriends that you were arriving separately due to an “incoming surprise from the human realm”. They brushed it off as casual personal business, but their nonchalant demeanor could not prepare them for what they were about to see.

The arrival of this “surprise” had been a long time coming. You see, after your time in the exchange program, you inevitably moved to take permanent residence in the Devildom with your boyfriends. Since moving, it has been quite the struggle to drag all of your belongings to hell. Especially your pride and joy, your V2 Bayliss 1st Championship 20th Anniversary Ducati Panigale motorcycle.

Despite Barbatos’ portal opening skills, getting your precious speed bike through the portal proved to be an insanely difficult task along with a hesitance caused by a fear of the portal scratching it up. But after a few months, tonight was the night that your diesel prince was finally returned to your side in the Devildom. During the wait, you were able to get your motorcycle license approved to use in the Devildom, meaning that once those wheels hit the ground, you were ready to ride. And oh how eager you were to ride again.

As the clock struck just the right hour, you donned your matte black riding helmet, flicking the silver reflective visor down over your shinning eyes. Throwing a heavy black steel-toed leg over the seat of the panigale, you felt the leather of your pants hug your thighs with an exhilarating pressure. Excitement only ramped up as you started your metallic beast, kicking the start on and letting the sweet deep rumble reverberate against the external walls of the infamous House of Lamentation. Keys jingling against your belt chains, you fit your boot under the curve of the kickstart to shift into first gear before you cranked the radio’s volume to its limit and rode into the eternal night. There was something about this two-stroke engine that made you whole and gave you life as the wind whipped across your studded leather jacket that had “Hells Bells” with a decorative upside down cross embroidered across the back.

As street lights flew past you, you breathed in the cool night air and narrowed your eyes as you crept upon your target, the infamous Ristorante Six.

Solomon’s P.O.V

“Ugghhh where’s MC?? We’re gonna be late to our reservationssss,” Asmodeus dramatically groaned next to me while he fussed with the strands of my hair that fell on my face. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but I know that he’s just scared of being left behind and that makes him a little nervous about date nights. Being worshiped for his looks certainly did something to his brain over the years, but I would never verbalize something we all knew that didn’t need to be said. I slipped his face between my hands, “they’re on their way Asmo, just wait a spell. We are not going to be late, and even if we were, there is no doubt that your charms couldn’t get us all a table dear.” His warm peach eyes darted to swipe motionlessly across my lips before pouting jokingly and looking into the night sky.

We shared a comfortable silence as Asmodeus tapped away at his D.D.D screen on Devilgram, my arms wrapped across his chest and my chin perched atop his head. The demon grumbled about messing up his hair before relenting and going about his digital business. That silence was quickly interrupted as a new sound entered the night, a distinct vehicular rumbling. I thought nothing of it until it raced closer, becoming more loud and unavoidable. I gazed out towards the street and Asmo even flicked a gaze upwards before they caught on the culprit: a quickly approaching red motorcycle.

“My my, that looks expensive,” Asmodeus chirped as he imagined an endless possibility of photo shoot, and extracurricular, opportunities for a motorcycle. I chuckled lightly, “you almost sound like Mammon.”

That certainly earned me an earful as my comment caused Asmo to scoff pointedly and rang about how he was nothing like his greedy brother. As he talked, my eyes landed on the motorcyclist who had parked across the street. They appeared to be taking off leather riding gloves, strapping them to a carabiner on a heavy layered belt chain that adorned their pants. I couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but there was something so enticing about this mystery person. After not responding for a while, Asmodeus noticed my silence and followed my gaze to the leather-clad man across the street, letting out a small gasp before he turned and grabbed my shoulders with a face of excitement.

“Solomon~ you dirty dog, we’re waiting for our boyfriend and you’re looking at other men!” Asmodeus cooed jokingly with narrowed seductive eyes. I scoffed lightly at the comment, the polyamorous nature of Asmo, MC, and myself being a well known fact across the Devildom and multiple magazine spreads.

“I know I’m partial to a bad boy, but I didn’t expect as much from you darling~” Asmodeus turned back around to face the motorcyclist that had began walking towards the restaurant before his jaw visibly dropped to let out a loud gasp.

“What? What happen-” I looked back towards the mystery man to find him shaking out his hair from his helmet. He wasn’t a mystery man at all. It was-

“MCCCC~~!!” Asmodeus kept forward into MC’s arms despite one of them being occupied by his motorcycle helmet. I literally couldn’t believe it. Well, it’s not totally off the mark considering the band t-shirts and the heavy metal music MC adored, but I had never considered this possibility… how fascinating, how enticing.

“You never told us you were a biker,” I ask as I slink towards my boyfriends.

MC scratched the side of his head, “well I kind of wanted it to be a surprise! And besides, I felt weird saying I ride without any bike as proof you know?”

There was a streak of grease on MC’s face, right below his glittering eyes. I stepped in closer and licked my thumb, teasing him for showing up to such a fancy restaurant with a dirty face, which in turn made their face warm up with a soft pink hue.

“We have plenty proof you can ride sweet thing~” Asmodeus quips back quickly, only darkening our poor boyfriend’s blush that clashed yet complimented the shine of the black leather jacket that adorned his body.

“Down boy, we’re in public,” MC says as he scoffs, doing a very poor job at hiding his embarrassment behind his rough appearance and the hair he shook to cover his face.

I then stepped behind MC, putting my hands on his shoulder blades and rubbing his spine lightly. I paused for a second and chuckled lightly, “Does that say fucking ‘Hells Bells’ on your jacket?”

“Shut up Solomon, shady bitch,” MC grumbled and put his hands over face, trapping his hair between his hands and the saturated pink of his face.

Asmodeus giggled at his boyfriends before looking at the time on his phone, “it’s time for our reservations!!” I felt a warm slender hand intertwine with my fingers as I looked up at Asmo who had grabbed my hand, finding that he slipped his other hand into MC’s. As we were pulled into the sparkling restaurant light and delicate piano moment, I looked at MC and Asmodeus, and I knew in my soul that I had found my home after all these centuries. Both of my boyfriends are so full of surprises, what a beautiful thing.

Sorry if Solomon’s a bit ooc, I suck ass at writing for Solomon, but that’s okay cause I like his mischievous wiles. Anyways this was super self indulgent if you couldn’t tell because I’m a big motorcycle guy myself, I miss flat track racing. Tell me if yall want more biker MC or alternative MC fics because I WILL be writing more of them and if yall got something in mind I would love to hear any ideas 🙏

[lilblossom5294]

< Introduction >

Hoi hoi , I am Lil Blossom and this is my Agere Blog !

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Name : Lil Blossom / Mama Blossom

Role : Caregiver / Mommy & Little / Middle

Big Age : 20

Little Age Range : 5 - 8

Middle Age Range : 9 - 15

Favorite Color(s) : Purple & Pastels of aaall colors !

Favorite Animal(s) : Cats , Dogs , Lizards , and Cows

Favorite Bug(s) : Butterflies & Moths and Ladybugs

Favorite Book(s) : Micheal Vey ( series ) , The Velveteen Rabbit , The Hate U Give , Falling In Love With Where You Are , Diary of a Wimpy Kid ( Series ) , Dork Diaries ( Series ) , Tales From A Fishing Village

Favorite Movie(s) : Thumbelina , The Little Mermaid , How High , The Land Before Time , Scurf , Cars , White Girls , Barbie As The Island Princess

Favorite TV Series : Lucifer , Bluey , Adventure Time , Bobs Burgers , Rick And Morty

Favorite Plant(s) : Cherry Blossoms , Lavender , Cedar Trees , Lilacs , Amethyst Orchids , and Dandelions

Favorite Time Of Day : Sunset & Night

Favorite Food(s) : Navajo Tacos , Fried Rice / White Rice , Chicken , Apples / Apple Sauce , and Peaches

Favorite Beverage(s) : Water , Coffee , Apple Juice , Fruit Punch , Dr Pepper , Sprite , Pepsi / Pepsi Cherry , Chocolate Milk

Favorite Hobby(ies) : Coloring / Drawing , Writing / Journaling , Watching YouTube , Listening To Music , Cooking / Baking , Being In Nature , Playing On The Playground ( I like the swings ! ) , Reading , and Researching My Favorite Topics

Favorite Passion(s) : World / Character Development , Rain , Psychology / Sociology , Law and Justice , Butterflies , Storytelling , Cultures , And The Human Condition

Favorite Genre(s) - Books : Mystery , Thriller , Action , Adventure , Fantasy , Sci-Fi , Romance

Favorite Genre(s) - Movies : Action , Comedy , Drama , Fantasy , Sci-Fi , Horror

Favorite Season : Spring & Fall

Favorite Agere Activities : Coloring , Playing With Stuffies , Nap Time , Playing With My CG , Dressing Up , Tea Parties , Listening To Smol Music / Watching Smol Content

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That’s Just A Lil Bit About Me ! I Look Forward To Meeting New Friends And Potential Community Groups !

Stay Hydrated And Have A Lovely Time ! 🦋

~ Lil Blossom

[ashascoven]

☽ ✯ venture x witch! reader pt. 2! ✯ ☾

✯ anddd welcome again, to my first venture fanfic ever!!!

✯ here is part one, more parts are to be added overtime >:)

✯ this part is lowkey lots of yapping.. but, i tried making the dialogue fun!!

✯ i hope there's someone out there to enjoy this, happy reading and happy venture loving!

☆ FANFIC DEETS! venturexreader ☆

reader is a female who practices witchcraft! i wrote her that way because i also am a witch irl! :,)

VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading.. i type a lot i think?)

venture is referred to as sloan <3

lifeweaver is besties with the reader, referred to as niran!

everything related to witchcraft here may be exaggerated / inaccurate for fanfic purposes.. but i tried writing it all into an experience > just reading!!

eventual ritual smut....

feel free to hmu, hope u enjoy :D

A doorbell going off ended up interrupting your moment with your companions, earning a startled jolt from you.

‘oh? who could that- oh my stars-!’

“i forgot niran was coming over! Σ(O_O)”

You quickly set your pets down, practically skating to the door in your fuzzy knee socks.

“niran!”

“y/n, hello! it's a pleasure to see you again! :D”

“likewise! please, come in!”

You beamed, gesturing for him to come inside.

“man, your outfit’s nice, even on a rainy day! you always smell so good too!” 

You cheerfully spoke as he closed his petal patterned umbrella and stepped onto your welcoming ‘beware of rock eater’ mat.

“why thank you! i try to dress for the mood! today is.. comfortable, and despite the weather, bright. (๑˘︶˘๑)”

He bowed with his hands clasped together before following you in, immediately taking his shoes off and continuing.

A picnic basket hung from one of his arms, seemed to be filled with flowers and food.

He wore a baggy pastel yellow sweater with loose-fitted brown pants and sandals. His hair was also tied back, a peach colored flower clip holding it into a wispy bun.

You on the other hand… You just wore what you slept in; a dark purple nightgown that went down to your calves. 

No worries there though, it was just Niran, and you two were close anyway.

He came over every now and then, usually while Sloan was at work. You two would chat over tea and catch up on each other's lives, sometimes baking or even studying something together. 

One thing you really piqued his interest with was your love for witchcraft. In return, his notorious green thumb is what had yours.

Naturally, both of you working with the Earth and the life on it led to the blossoming friendship you two shared, being the best of spiritual friends.

“i was just about to start brewing the tea for our chat today.. how's it going?”

You asked, leading him to your kitchen’s coffee table and quickly pulling out chairs for you both. You then stood by the counter, frantically pulling out mugs and boiling water for you both.

“i’m doing wonderfully! thank you, my friend.” He sat down gently, setting down his basket on the table to quickly pet the vase of roses at the table.

The growing buds on the plant seemed to like Niran, sprouting open as he touched them. He pulled his hand away, careful to not turn your entire kitchen into a greenhouse with just his fingertips.

The flytraps (and other plants) on the counter across also seemed to like him, slowly moving their heads to face him as if he were the sun.

“i brought some plants that were freshly picked from my garden! their flavors would compliment that delicious tea you always make. maybe you could use some for your spell work as well?”

He opened the basket, pulling out an assortment of different herbs and flowers. 

The smell of lavenders, jasmines, mints, lemon balms, chamomile.. It was an ongoing list of the smells that hit your nose, and you took them all in graciously.

“ah, thank you, niran! these are all so.. lovely! and they smell amazing.. i could sniff at these for ageess..!” You swooned, now standing over the table with flowers pressed against your nose, making Niran chuckle.

“anytime, my dear y/n! here, i brought some other things you might like too. there's some ginger, cinnamon, cloves, thyme..”

As he continued listing off each item and taking them out of the basket, you drooled.

“phew, it's like you did all of my craft's shopping for me! thank you so much, this is all so thoughtful, genuinely!” You cheered, throwing your arms around the silver haired man.

“really, anytime! i know you really enjoy what you practice, and your skills from it has helped me many times in the past. so, if anything, thank you.”

He returned the hug, patting your back with a close-eyed smile.

“ahh, you’re literally one of my biggest supporters! what would i do without you? how, uh.. how could i repay you? this is all too kind, ya know..”

You pulled away and looked to the side in embarrassment, your hands still on his shoulders.

He put a hand on top of one of yours, his smile still gleaming.

“well, if you really insist, how about a reading? if your energy is up to it, of course.”

You looked back at him, constellations in your eyes.

“you bet! i’d love to do a reading for you! let me just grab the decks from my room!”

Niran watched as you rushed back to the table with your arms filled with decks of cards. 

He would have offered to help you with carrying them, but you seemed to have had it handled in your own orderly way..

“okay, so! this flower themed tarot deck is definitely speaking to me, let's set that one aside..”

You started separating the pile of decks on the table, mumbling to yourself over what cards you felt fit Niran’s energy.

“this lunar oracle deck can come out too! full moon’s tomorrow, and the cards are pink! so it'd make sense..”

“medieval themed oracle cards..?? ehh.. too classy and old, i dunno about that on-”

“OOH! but but but!! we HAVE to use these cherry blossom themed set of cards for you, niran! wouldn't you agree?!”

Truthfully, Niran didn't mind what cards or tools you used to read his energy.

“of course, y/n! those blossom cards are lovely. i trust whichever ones you decide to use, since your judgment has never once let me down.”

He chuckled, clasping his hands together with an accepting smile.

He's trusted your intuition for years, and your empathetic senses have definitely rubbed off on him too.

You've gotten him through hard times you didn't even think were possible for such a passive person, especially for one who is so in tune with their own frequencies to the planet.

He went back to sipping at his tea, watching how you quickly put the decks you didn't plan to use back in your room, returning with a box of incense sticks.

Something in the air felt a bit off to him already, but he wasn't quite sure what it was.

Your home felt safe and comfortable, but your aura felt.. bothered. It was written on your face as well, but he wasn't going to mention it right away.

“hmm. since i have yet to ask you.. how are you doing, y/n?”

He asked, observing you as you sat back down and hastily laid out the three decks you chose for him.

“whew, how am i?” You repeated, pulling out a stick and lighting it, circling it around the card boxes on the table.

“i wiiisssh i could say i wasn't thrown off but.. niran, you honestly wouldn't believe what sloan did to me this morning..” You shook your head, knocked on the tarot deck box, and pulled out the cards.

“oh? that.. already doesn't sound good.” He crossed a leg over the other in his seat, taking another sip of tea.

“mhm. you know those jars of water i had curing under every full moon for 3 years? the long-term salted ones?”

He nodded, his eyes falling onto your fast hands, shuffling the cards face-down.

“well! guess who randomly decided to wake up this morning and take them to work? sloan did.” Your shuffling got quicker after a card flew out onto the table.

“what's even worse? they literally boiled an egg with some of the water! and FED IT TO ME!!” Two more cards flew out.

“goddess only knows what they took the rest for! could you believe that??! who even does that to a witch, ya know??!? what's the big idea?!?” You gritted your teeth, not noticing another card flying out.

The rain seemed to fall harder the more you ranted about your current frustration with Sloan.

Niran noticed this, taking a quick glance at how much darker it suddenly turned outside through the kitchen window.

You however, did not. Your eyes were closed as they usually were for card readings, in hopes of helping you focus more on what energy you were working with.

“it's just so crazy to me to think that we've been together so long, and i went over this with them before too!” Another card plopped onto the table.

“i told them ‘please don’t ever mess with any jars of water i leave around the house' when we first got together.. and what do they do?! they mess with it!!! what if they quit their job to go and boil eggs for other people with my fucking water!?” Your angry shuffling became difficult for Niran’s eyes to keep up with.

“they already made it to my himalayan salts AND my salt lamps! how do you think they broke their teeth? it wasn’t even a rock, it was a salt lamp, niran, a salt lamp!"

He was convinced the lightning would've struck through your house if you had kept going, but he didn't dare to interrupt a.. clearly agitated witch.

"..but my water?!? really?? salt is easy to get back, but not all of that moon's energy! i took my time preserving it because i take my waters seriously!” 

You smacked the last card on the table, getting startled by the thunder outside also slamming down in sync with your hand.

This snapped you out of your rant and back into reality, your eyes widening in realization..

“o-oh! wait- i-i’m so sorry! geez, the weather's really gotten to me today, huh?-”

“no, please, feel free to continue!＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／”

“..huuh? (〇_ｏ)”

Niran had reached across the table, gently taking the rest of cards out of your grasp and placing them aside. Then, he held one of your hands with both of his, that welcoming glow still on his face. (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

“your craft is most effective when your energy is at its truest and realest display, am i right?”

“u-uh.. uh-huh..?” You nodded, surprised at Niran’s understanding.

“then please, if voicing your frustrations would help you connect more closely with your practice, i’m happy to listen.”

You looked down at his hands, then at the six cards laying out on the table.

“i- uh- sorry, and thank you.. i’m grateful that you get me so well.” You rubbed the back of your neck out of embarrassment and looked to the side.

“of course, y/n! you are always welcomed to let your emotions flourish around me.”

He held his face and leaned on the table in content. The soft smile he wore hadn’t left since he arrived. (ᵔ◡ᵔ)

The six cards were laid out with their faces downward, three above the other three.

☐☐☐

☐☐☐

You flipped the first row of cards upwards, revealing the knight of cups, the fool, and the tower, all reversed.

“hmm.. the knight of cups is the protagonist of our reading today,” you closed your eyes again with a hum, “they are ambitious and filled with passionate energy for something, but they are also reckless and.. venturesome.”

“this leads us to the fool. they don't feel like a separate person, but rather, someone who the knight is on the path of becoming. their ambition leads them to.. a lack of direction, and forgetting the consequences of their actions.”

“heh, sounds familiar.” Niran chuckled.

“pshh, i know right?” You opened your eyes, rolling them.

“when they become the fool, they bring.. crisis, and they bring it very soon.” You rubbed your chin, your eyes dancing between the cards as if it were a movie only you could watch. 

“this is the tower card, and it represents some sort of inevitable disaster. we can see the fool is approaching it, so.. i say, the fool’s obliviousness is what will lead the tower to fall.”

“it doesn't feel like a mistake or.. anything malicious though..” You looked to the side, your eyes catching onto Sloan's ‘i can dig that!’ mug in the dish drainer.

“it just feels like.. destruction, one that is well needed in order to learn some kind of lesson.” Your eyes went back to the cards on the table.

“I see.” Niran kept observing your movements, choosing to wait until the end of the reading to speak his mind.

“the tower falling only brings change, and this can be both great and not-so-great. there's unavoidable loss, but also a new beginning to something.. naturally, the fool won't see that right away."

“it feels like they'll need time to process their guilt.. to understand that misfortune is a part of life, and that's where the wheel comes in.” 

You turned over the second row of cards, not needing to see them to know that the next one would be the wheel of fortune. 

All of them were also reversed.

“the wheel of fortune represents bad luck here.. sometimes, there's just some things that happen in life that you can't control, whether you caused its awakening or not, ya know?”

Sloan had found themselves a beauty, one that they were sure their witch at home would love.

It was a palm-sized geode, just small enough to fit into the rims of the water-filled jars.

But, what made this geode special? With all of the other geodes and clusters of stones overflowing in their bag, what made the adventurer stop and swoon over this specific ore?

Well, they always loved it when crystals they planned on bringing home for you ended up having funky shapes, especially when mined in halves.

They've brought you star shapes, cloud shapes, diamond shapes, even animal shapes!.. but never a heart shaped one before, and that's what this one was.

It was a heart shaped cluster of celestites.

Celestine is a sky-blue mineral, said to be formed by pieces of the heavens that had fallen to the Earth ages ago. 

They knew this because it was on your master list of gemstones you wanted to add to your collection.

‘..moldavite, black opal.. star hollandite quartz, aventurine.. oh! would you believe that i have yet to own a piece of celestine?!..’

They memorized the entirety of your list, but that segment of it is what made their findings click to them. 

It wasn't the rarest or most expensive stone to own or anything, and they admired that you wanted crystals like it for its spiritual aspect over its worth.

That's apart of what made them fall in love you.

Even when you guys first met, Sloan had all of the money in the world from their adventurous style of living.

People were more than happy to pay them for the joyful risks they took on their life in order to uncover artifacts from the past.

Despite this, money truly didn't matter to them. It never changed them as a person, nor did it change you.

That, along with the interest you two shared in rocks and bones is what brought together your relationship with them.

More specifically, you studied the spiritual and emotional attributes of crystals, and this opened Sloan’s eyes to a new world of caving.

Most of their life was spent being an archeologist after all, so their studies strayed more towards the physical attributes and formations of rocks than spiritual.

When you told them about how you practiced using crystals to align your energy for all sorts of occasions in your life, their jaw dropped.

It was like their life of eating rocky road ice cream was changed with you showing them more flavors.

‘HUH?!? ROCKS CAN.. DO THAT?!?’

‘duh?!? our planet is constantly moving at different frequencies, along with all of the things on it! that includes us, and the rocks that we live on.. i'm surprised you didn-’

‘what would happen if i hypothetically ate a rock that wasn't matching my vibe!?!’

‘👁️👁️’

‘👁️👁️’

The talks you two shared about how the origins of rocks and their metaphysical meanings correspond together just clicked buttons in your brains that decided you two were soulmates.

Sloan could listen to you rant for hours on how the colors and shapes of different crystals determined their meditative uses, all while confidently being able to explain how they were formed to you if you asked.

Of course, you'd ask with your ears wide open every time, happily willing to listen to them.

Each time you gave them your fullest attention and actually seemed interested in their rocky rambles, they felt their heart race even more for you.

This turned into museum dates, fossil hunting dates at the beach, crystal shop visits, and even picnics where you two would go searching for bugs to keep together.

Sloan had never spent so much time tuning into their element with someone like this before.

Eventually, they found themselves in your house one day, laying on their stomach in your bed, shirtless and comforted by your aura.

You sat closely next to them, a bowl in your hand, filled with crystals that they had gifted you after every date.

Then, you started lining gemstones on their back, giving them sweet little back rubs and telling them about the chakra roots of each one.

(You also had to control yourself from not touching all over their muscles..)

In response, they spoke more slowly and calmly, which was surprising compared to their usual quick, excited talks with you.

‘..and this one? works really well with clearing your throat chakra, whether your sick or feeling shy, it works miracles in getting your words out-’

‘mmmh… is it.. a turquoise rock?’

‘yeah! :D’

‘hnngh, i figuureedd.. that one probably took millions of years to form, since water has to driiipp it's way into rocks, making oxygen go bye-byee.. (¯▿¯)’

They seemed so out of it, but it made you giggle to yourself, knowing you were doing your current job right.

‘thenn? it oxidizes and- ooughh, that's the spot..- it oxidizes and reacts andd.. boomm, bluee.. (o´∀`o)’

The magic you worked with your hands into the knots in their back made their eyes roll back in relief, struggling to focus on their words.

‘ahh, i could marry someone with.. haanddss like youurss~.. this is the liiifee..!’

‘wh- hello??? (ᗒᗣᗕ)’

It took a bit.. okay, maybe a LOT of nervous apologies and indirect confessions for them to actually ask you out after that, but you guys got together in the end!

Even with the new titles of being romantic partners, the way you two bounced off of each other's energies never faded as time passed.

Maaayybee sometimes you'd get onto them for eating away at your salts.. and your incense ashes.. and your crushed egg shells..

But! They always made sure to bring home a new gemstone for you whenever they left the house, and that made your love for them never fade.

In return, you always keep their favorite ice cream in the freezer for them anyway.

Only two hours had passed of them being in the mine, and they already scored their find of the day! 

Bonus points since they had the perfect plan for how they wanted to give it to you..

They hastily picked up their tools and jogged back to the entrance, wiping sweat off of their forehead with a ‘phew! ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)’

They stretched for a bit, before hovering over their belongings. 

First, they made sure to pack their tools and crystal finds into their bag, putting back on their jackets and dusting off their shoulders for extra ‘feeling accomplished’ measures. °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

Then, they hovered over where the jars stood, uncovering the dark cloths and lids off of them to carefully drop different clusters into them, including the celestine.

They held the jar of now-soaking celestine up to their eye, smiling at the thought of surprising you with it.

‘ i hope mi amor likes it!〜(＞＜)〜 '

After refastening the clothed lids back on, they slid the filled jars into their jacket pockets, grabbing their things and zipping back up to their surface with their rope.

They planned on surprising you with what they'd like to call, ‘sloan’s super-duper charged jar of celestine!!’ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Niran enjoyed watching you do tarot readings solely for the moments where you basically predicted the cards. 

It made the experience more eye opening to how in tune you really were with your practice. 

You didn't just read what was on the cards, you read what they were telling you.

“when the wheel decides the misfortune of this foolish adventurer, they'll stumble on five cups..”

“the five of cups appears here to highlight the pure intentions and forgiveness of the fool, but this causes them to clumsily knock over three of said cups.” You picked up the fool and sat it on top of the five of cups..

“they’ll mourn the falling of these cups, regretting their newfound knowledge of misfortune coming back to them threefold, but.."

“maybe it's just, a harsh lesson to be learnt?”

“their belief of the threefold law only stresses them out more, but the two cups left standing are to represent the people they still have in their life-”

“ah, so despite the fool’s despair, they still have support from the standing cups?” Niran asked in a seemingly curious tone, but really, he now had an idea of what, or rather, who your reading might've really meant..

“yup! does this.. resonate with you, niran? someone you know, maybe?”

“hmm.. i'm not so sure.” He was entirely sure, but he was waiting for you to figure it out.

“i see.. well, it feels like.. i'm being told that this person is very likely to beat themselves up over an accident, easily forgetting that they aren't alone.”

“if this reaches you, then the lovers card is here for reassurance, kind of?” You held the last card upright to show him, your other hand going over your heart.

“the lovers tend to bring harmony, but since they're reversed.. they represent conflict and pressure.” You placed it back down in its original reversed state.

“i would take them as a sign to take a break from something maybe? even the most hopeful changes in routine can throw off the balance of what didn’t need a change after al-”

“IM HOOOMMEEEE, MII AMOOORR~!!!! ⊂( ´ ▽ ` )⊃”

✯ if you've made it this far, tysm for reading again!

✯ i tried to keep the writing immersive (im running on no hours of sleep), but despite all of this still being a wip / proofread, feedback is 100% welcomed!

✯ here is the link for part 3! anddd here are the borders used!

✯ that being said, enjoy your day/night! stay hydrated, stan venture <3

[nostradamus0]

17-18-19 pls! :D

oooh thank you! :)

these ones are a bit tricky since i've only actually posted one fic (and it's woefully unfinished) this year, because i've been super busy writing things that i never finish, so i'm going to interpret this liberally and include things i haven't technically finished yet, but are at least 50% written.

my favorite opening line that i've written this year! oof, i have no idea. after some pondering, i think it might be:

It has always been that 108 Mifflin Street is Henry’s home, and never truly felt like hers until he was there with her, scattering his toys across the living room and the plastic baby plates and bowls across the counter. Filling the bookshelves with board games and comic books, and covering the walls with the first photographs Regina had ever owned or taken. She learned to use a camera to capture his smile.

but i'm also incredibly fond of the first line in a very in-progress follow-up to a oneshot i wrote for supercorptober like, 2 years ago lol

Lena meets her son in the middle of the night on the last day of August, with flowers growing from her palms and the smell of house-fire smoke hanging heavy in the air. He’s four years old and terribly alone, and there’s drywall dust and white ash clinging to his hair like snow.

favorite ending line might be even harder, oh no. a lot of my favorite "ending" lines are technically the end of a fic, but they end sections or chapters, so they're kinda-but-not-totally ending lines if that makes sense? hmmmmmmm.

i really like this line that ends the first section of desire as round as peaches bloom in me all night:

(And if she’s fallen a little in love with Meredith, somewhere along the telephone wires between Seattle and L.A., well. It hardly matters now.)

but also this line from the sequel/alt. pov fic i've been writing to your voice is the splinter inside me:

This is the moment she knows there are memories she has lost. It feels like only moments ago that she watched that horrible yellow bug drive across the town line with the only people in the world who gave a damn about her, who trusted and believed there was something good in her heart. Purple smoke, crackling with magic, had swallowed the sky, and they were gone. After that, Regina can remember nothing but crushing grief.

for my favorite piece of dialogue, i almost chose a line from my recent meddison fic that i really like, but instead i have to go with this scene from the yvitsim sequel:

Regina hates that she cannot remember changing. But she knows she has, if only because Snow shows up, unannounced and uninvited, and rather than incinerate her on the spot, Regina puts the kettle on the stove and doesn’t insult her god-awful pastel sweater. She busies herself with readying two mugs while Snow sits at the counter and taps her fingers on the marble.  Eventually, Snow sighs, and after taking a long sip of the tea Regina offers her, she asks: “Do you think it’s odd that Emma and Henry are staying at Granny’s? There’s plenty of room at the loft.” There is not plenty of room at the loft, Regina thinks, but does not say. It has also occurred to her as odd, that Emma would prefer a sub-par bed and breakfast over her parents house, but felt it was none of her business, and kept her mouth shut. But now she looks at Snow, at the large swell of her belly and the hand she always seems to have resting there, and it doesn’t seem so odd anymore. Regina sighs. “Give her time, Snow,” she says simply, leaning against the counter. “She’s adjusting.” “Adjusting to what?” Snow asks, looking confused, and gods, Regina thinks. How can a fully cognizant adult be so oblivious? “You’re eight months pregnant, Snow,” she deadpans. Snow’s shoulders drop, and the expression on her face turns heavy and sad. For a moment, Regina fears Snow will start crying, and that she’ll have to do something truly horrifying like comfort her. Undo it undo it undo it her brain shouts at her, almost panicky.  “He kicks. In his sleep, Henry kicks,” she blurts out rather awkwardly. “Emma’s probably trying to avoid sharing a bed with him at the loft.” Snow smiles sadly at her, like she doesn’t believe a word of it, but appreciates the gesture nonetheless. Regina, suddenly incredibly uncomfortable, skin crawling with old, unwanted instincts to lash out, clears her throat and busies her hands with mixing her cup of tea.

this was VERY difficult, but very fun. thank you for the ask! :)

[msallurea]

🎀Welcome to my blog🎀

Hi butterflies, my name is Allurèa but you guys can call me Bonnie. My blog consists of multiple topics but the main things I will be talking about is:

Manifestion/Spirituality

My daily life/personal interests

Personal development/mental health

Self care

Advice/tips

A space for littles/age regressors

🧁🎀Although my blog is meant for the public this blog is also very personal for me since it is basically my digital diary/journal for me and my journey to become the girl of my dreams and actually take myself serious but hopefully and faithfully my blog can also help guys just as much as girls become the dream version of themselves as well!🎀🧁

10 things to know about me are:

I'm blasian and a virgo sun, cancer rising, aries moon (I have a nack for wanting to learn deeper in astrology)

I love writing and scrolling through pretty pics on pinterest while listening to songs that make me feel pretty

I'm obsessed with soft sweet pretty desserts and pretty drinks

I love being pampered, getting all cute, reading/listening to smut, anything that's romantic in general (im a hopeless romantic💔)😍 and a good laugh with close friends

My favorite color is pink, pastels, neutrals and purple(specifically lavender) but I have a soft spot for red and periwinkle blue

My favorite animal are bunnies, butterflies and white tigers

Winter is my fav season because I luv fur and cute boots

I dislike rude ppl, yelling, fake ppl, negative energy in general, dirt, bugs, liars, mean people and the smell of coconut (it can be highly nauseating when it smells too strong)

I love organizing stuff and making them pretty (despite me being ironically unorganized, I'm working on that 😭)

I'm obsessed with pretty/beauty related things in general

BONUS: my favorite flower are cherry blossoms/sakuras, peach blossoms, roses, lotus flower, Magnolia flowers (my state flower😍) and hibiscus flowers; I'm an age regressor/little which is another reason I made this blog to help with that as well

My dms and asks are always open if you ever want to talk about anything, ask anything, and/or have any suggestions for posts/topics you want me to talk about

You can find my rules here: 🎀

My Girly Diary side blog

My new girly blog is @allureasdiary, this blog will be mostly focused on pure manifestation/my manifestation journey

Other than that that is all darlings, I love you I can't wait to see how this turns out 💗

[andersholmvikbootysex]

intro post btw. if you even gaf

general

toby (short for october)

16

any prns besides she/her

gender is everything and nothing. sexuality is the same. i dont fucking care anymore

autistic + adhd + probably other undiagnosed problems

author and digital artist. working on the rough draft of my first novel and sorta kinda developing my second. idc about order. also number 1 character creator

furry. fursona is a panda ferret with white mitts and a pastel tie-dye pattern body named sweetart

special interests

donna tartt

the secret history

the goldfinch

character creation

my oc lav

general interests

smiling friends

bugsnax

clone high

my little pony

regular show

UNHhhh

peach pit (band)

ferrets

creative writing

the skeleton twins

etc!!

ummmm i guess thats it. i also really like making friends and am in desperate need of more so ….. shoot me a dm …….. add me on discord ……. ill be there INDUBITABLY.

theres also more stuff about me in my carrd. Be my mutual please byeeeeee ^-^

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hii, i just read all and i mean ALL of ur fics, but i saw you wrote for arcane women and was wondering if you could write headcanons abt them with a socially awkward/anxious reader?? If not thats A-Ok 👌 with me

Sure! How is everyone doing after the first three eps? I still haven't seen it but the edits I've seen... oh boy.

"I Got You." | Arcane Ladies Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: How the ladies of Arcane(Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Mel) act with a socially awkward and/or anxious partner

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Spoiler Free, On The Shorter Side, Cursing, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

JINX

– At first, Jinx didn't get that you were socially awkward. She was used to people being awkward or even scared around her so she thought it was the same case with you until you two got closer.

– After knowing that your awkwardness was just you and not your fear of her, she observed you in social situations and noted what made you more anxious than normal.

– For example, she noticed you're more anxious and timid in bigger, louder spaces but if a space was quiet and quaint, you would be just fine so she often took you to quiet places for dates.

– If Jinx notices you're anxious in places you typically aren't, without a doubt she's removing you from the situation and taking you home where you can relax. No words, just grabs and tugs.

– She's tried the pep talk route before but it ended up in her rambling and somehow planning a terrorist scheme aloud... (yeah, a few patrons quickly left the area after hearing that), so she decided to scrap that idea altogether.

– At home though she would prepare what she calls, "A Safety Nest". It was a place in your shared space that had all your favorite things and trinkets, and she usually kept the space dimly lit and played your favorite music to calm you down.

– In social interactions where you take the lead in conversation, Jinx would quietly encourage you with big, almost alarming smiles and "gentle" pats on your back. Let's face it, Jinx can be socially awkward herself.

– Once the conversation concludes, she'll jump on you proudly, ruffle up your clothing, and pinch your cheeks endearingly all while calling you weird nicknames and quoting what you said while mimicking your tone and cadence.

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VI

– Before you've had your first real conversation together, Vi could sense that you were an anxious individual.

– You fidgeted with your body while speaking, didn't hold eye contact long, and used a decent amount of filler words to casualize your sentences.

– She thought it was endearing to watch you act and move as if you thought no one truly cared about what you were saying or were afraid of boring others but you never bored her. She didn't think it was possible.

– You had tells and quips that revealed themselves with each conversation you two had. You showed more and more of your personality the more you got comfortable with her too. Vi loved it.

– When you spoke to her, especially when you went on tangents about things you were interested in, she always showed signs of active listening by nodding and asking follow-up questions. Even days later, she'll bring up the topic again to see if you have any updates.

– She made you feel seen and heard, something you've subconsciously craved. And when you went on your worry rambles, she consoled you and tried her best to stop you from spiraling.

– You thought about a lot of things and oftentimes about things no one else thought about. Vi thought your brain must've been exhausted with all the worries, doubts, and judgments that were usually wrapped up as others' but were truly your own; it was a lot for one person to handle so she strove to let you know that you were not alone.

– Is there a night you can't sleep because of your racing mind? Vi is there, holding you or reassuring you that everything is going to be okay. She can't sleep until you do anyway so why not speed the process along?

– You often had yourself stuck with your head stressing and worrying about multiple things at once and Vi was always there to bring you down to Earth.

__

CAITLYN

– Caitlyn's an encourager and a comforter with you.

– She's patient and silently allows you to take your time when gathering your thoughts midconversation but she'll also be the one to say, "It's okay, take your time," in the sweetest way possible.

– If there's an instance when you two are out and about and you really want something but are too scared to get it, she'll spring into action and get that thing for you. (Even if it was just a napkin).

– The only time she's frazzled socially is when you both are in an unfamiliar area and need to ask for directions. She'll stumble over her words and try to get someone's attention but they're moving too fast to hear her soft words.

– She'll get frustrated and you end up comforting her, but after a few backrubs, she's ready to try again. Her voice is strong and powerful, and people have no problem hearing her.

– You secretly thank whomever you have to for her determination but there was no way in hell you were going to walk up to a stranger and ask for directions like a tourist... which you were.

– Since Caitlyn's job has her socializing with a lot of people, she can get burnt out easily. Especially if work hasn't been going her way lately but even if she's burnt out and tired, if you seem to be more awkward or anxious than her, she's more than happy to step up socially.

– When you both have someplace to attend to or some event that holds significance, Caitlyn will not hesitate to stage a "social rehearsal" with you. She'll make flashcards of topics you could bring up, you'll both dress accordingly for the event in her living room, and she'll pretend to be an assortment of people so you can get used to different personalities all at once.

– It may seem like this is all for you, but honestly it helps her too. Sometimes she misses the personal cues of conversation leading the other to think she's a black-and-white thinking who has no time for pleasanties. Not true! She's very pleasant... sometimes she's just shy.

– Shyness is not a crime!

– After talking with the host and a few others she has to talk to due to her job, her social battery is depleted. She's extremely thankful you're able to recognize this and suggest leaving early. What would you two do without each other?

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SEVIKA

– Oh, man. This lady found your awkwardness charming as hell.

– Your awkwardness was different than all the nerds and scaly-beings she's forced to be around. You were cute, looked perfect sitting next to her, and your awkwardness, as mentioned before, had a certain charming quality she can't quite place.

– She'll see you in your workplace trying to make casual conversation or small talk but none of your topics seemed to be landing. Your coworkers would give you a thin pressed-lips smile that she wanted to strike off of them to your attempts and then scoff at you behind your back.

– You were authentically yourself and those bastards didn't know what to do with it. They were scared, not her though.

– When you two got closer and comfortable enough with each other that you could tease one another or make playful jabs at the other's expense, no doubt she would tease you about your awkwardness.

– With those gorgeous eyes of yours, you would look everywhere else but her own, prompting her to say, "You know you can look me in the eyes, right? I won't bite", with the stupidest most shit-eating smirk on her face. And then when you look at her, a bit shocked and playfully annoyed, her smirk would only grow. "Unless you want me to."

– Sevika never made your awkwardness seem like a flaw. Your awkwardness came with you and she wanted all of you so she often encouraged your awkwardness.

– If she caught you trying to "reel" it in or realizing that you've talked for a few seconds too long, she'll playfully scold you and tell you to continue or to "let it out". Y'know. As someone who seethes dominance does.

– There would be an instance in which you go to Sevika asking for advice to be "less awkward" and her only response would be, "Why? I like your awkwardness, you don't need to change it. Anyone else who thinks otherwise is a sad loser and don't deserve to be in your life anyways."

– like damnnnn, okay!

– Safe to say you never asked her a question like that again.

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MEL

– Mel understands your worries about what others think and the awkwardness that can come with it so she likes to help you in any way she can.

– If you're stressed about a council meeting and afraid of what everyone's going to think about the new perspective you'd like to bring to the table, she'll reassure you and tell you she's right by your side.

– If she can't physically with her hand on the small of your back, she give you nods of encouragement, raise her brows proudly, and look at you with that sense of pride and admiration in her golden eyes.

– After the meeting goes well, which she knew would, she'll congratulate you with your favorite drink and a night in doing all your favorite things.

– Even if there were parts in the meeting that were rocky, like the council people asking questions you weren't prepared for or getting rowdy, she'll say you did an excellent job and what you presented will help the people of Piltover.

– Oh, and don't think for a second that she wasn't sending glares and daggers to those who stirred up your anxiety even more. If looks could kill.

– Mel sees that sometimes your awkwardness and anxiety result in people-pleasing and she would shut that down real quick. She's fallen into that dangerous pool before and knows how hard it feels when you disappoint others and how much harder it is to get out of that mindset.

– She can get quite spirited with her encouragement...

– "Well, if they don't like it, that's on them! They don't know something good when they see it." "I've learned that hard way that you can't please everyone. You might as well say what you have to now. They can get over themselves later."

– It's actually quite attractive to see her stand up for you, even if she was standing up for the possibility.

– Always keeping her words in your mind, you find yourself navigating through life easier and you only have her to thank.

WC: 1,705

[gittessimsadventuresog]

Hi! 2 & 12 for the Simblr Story Process asks 🌻

yay!!!!

2) Sims writing has a visual component. How do you utilize color/objects and settings in your stories?

Well, for starters - I give every character a colorpallette that I associate with them; for example, Flo's color is obviously green (with accent of coral, gold + warm neutrals, blues, and the occasional indigo/periwinkle). This can create nice visual effects combined with the colorscheme of another characters, such as Finn being purple/pink nicely complimenting Flo's green & gold hair (and his skin when slightly tanned is about flo's haircolor! All that is on purpose) and their "merge" color is periwinkle. Bianca & Bree had a "Bree's cool greyish shades, bianca's warm pastels and sunny colors" thing going on - their defining shades of lilac and warm peach combining beautifully, and their "in common" is turquoise/teal, which will be really obvious in a future photoshoot with my late 50's sapphics.

I also make my own poses (duh) and try to put effort in my sim's houses looking like they genuinely live & like living there, with Flo's apartment being quite eclectic, for example. And the last parts (the parts of those in the present, that is) and upcoming I try to make use of relevant decoration :P

12) What is your favorite thing about the simblr story writing process?

Getting genuine attention & questions like this, and I would LOVE to do more collabs one way or another :P Nah, that too, but in particular how it isn't just writing. It is more than putting words on (digital) paper. It's being a costumer, set designer, photographer, director, producer, all the different jobs that there are in a big movie production - Of course I don't make machinima's, but even then, it's essentially playing movie director with pixel people AND you're gaming at the same time. This makes it varied, interesting... At the same time, because this game is finicky and we don't have state of the art cgi and animation companies at our disposal, it also requires real problem solving and creative thinking, in a way that you can learn more out of it than others assume.

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

Jinx

(X) = Smut

When I was younger @nyx--knacks Summary: Jinx is sent away to a finishing school for girls with behavioral problems. Enter you, her white walled angel.  Warnings: Mental health Special Tags: None

Her soulmate @yanyanfeii Summary: Jinx’s soulmate is last person she or her soulmate would like to be.  Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: Soulmate Au

Your grace @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You never left Jinx Warnings: None Special Tags: Muilty chapter

Sister @yanderes-galore-galore Summary: Jinx takes you in as her new sister. Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: None

Pink @insane-arcane Summary: You have pink hair and Jinx is easily confused. Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: None

Jinx falls in love @insane-arcane Summary: You are Caitlyn's sibling and Jinx falls for you Warnings: Emotional manipulation Special Tags: None

Safe Hands @yanderegrizzsworld Summary: Jinx hands are safe only when they hold you. Warnings: Emotional manipulation, Kidnapping Special Tags: Muilty chapter.

Airhead @crusty-chronicles Summary: You can be a Airhead Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

Wings @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You have wings Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

Zombie @angelltheninth Summary: You survive with Jinx. Warnings: Blood. Special Tags: Head con

Run away @pathetic-sapphic Summary: You run away Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con.

Toxic @pathetic-sapphic Summary: You see how toxic they can be. Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

We can Be family @lovelybrooke Summary: They deiced you are family. Warnings: None Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

Marrying into the Family @peoplesgraves Summary: You do not know if Silco likes. So Jinx has him talk to you. Warnings: None Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

A mishap @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You have a panic attack while on the job. Warnings: Mental health. Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

Her Soulmate @yanyanfeii Summary: Jinx’s soulmate is last person she or her soulmate would like to be. Warnings: Kidnaping Specials Tags: Soulmate Au, Ft. Silco

Somewhere in those eyes @fangirlpostsfangirlthings Summary: whereas everyone sees a dangerous and crazy, harm to society, you see a vulnerable girl who just wants to be loved Warnings: None Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

Someone Better @pastel-peach-writes Summary: Jinx is having doubts about your relationship so she asks if you'd be happier with someone else. Warnings: Angst Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

ice cream sundae @novacqnes Summary: Everyone thinks Jinx and you are dating. Warnings: Angst Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

Druggy Sister @itsmebytch001 Summary: Your sister finds out you are doing drugs. Warnings: Drug use, Family Issues Special Tag: None, Ft. Silco

Just hair @manias-wordcount Summary: Your bush Jinx Warnings: Drug use, Family Issues Special Tag: None

When I brush your hair @ladey Summary: Your an mother figure to Jinx Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff, Muitl-Chapter

Sisters @lolita-lollipop Summary: You are the baby of the family and most affected by Vi leaving. Warnings: Family Issues, Mental Health Issues Special Tag: None

Strap and Hair @obsessedduh (X) Summary: You like to pull Jinx hair Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Please Don't Leave Me Again! @0starwomen0 Summary: You are Jinx toy. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Helping Hand @obsessedduh (X) Summary: Jinx catching reader masturbating and deciding to offer a helping hand. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Hidden @rougecreator1 Summary: As a magic user you must hide you abilities, even form those you love. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Confession @buryustogether Summary: Two of you confess your love for each other Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

First time @obsessedduh (X) Summary: It is Jinx first time and your more then happy to help Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

Sweetheart @pow-pow1111 Summary: You like to playfight with your girlfriend. Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

Good Luck Charm @fr3sh-tragedies Summary: Jinx has been told she's a mistake and a...well, a jinx her whole life, which is why it's such a surprise when you tell her she's your good luck charm. Warnings: None Special Tag: Angst, Fluff

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder @jinxs-gf Summary: You’re an artist, giddy at the thought of creating a portrait of Jinx, your lover. Except she can’t understand why you’d want a portrait of her. Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

Stupid Silco! @bluefootedbooby Summary: Silco does not like you at all. Warnings: Angst Special Tag: None

Packing Up @bluefootedbooby Summary: It your wedding day Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Cake @liciapeonia Summary: You make a cake for your best girl. Warnings: None Special Tag: Baker AU

Beautiful, toots @bluefootedbooby Summary: You do not like how you look. Jinx loves you. Warnings: Angst Special Tag: None

Good luck, babe! @starless-nightz Summary: You have to leave the woman you love. Warnings: None Special Tag: Arranged Marriage AU

A Little Morning Mishap @manias-wordcount Summary: Jinx tries surprising reader with like breakfast in bed Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Packing Up @bluefootedbooby Summary: It time to leave Piltover Warnings: Angst Special Tag: None

Dont leave me! @starless-nightz Summary: Jinx is all in her head. Warnings: Mental Health. Special Tag: None

you call the shots, babe—i just wanna be yours @lycastatic Summary: There is only one bed Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Just come home @fortunxa Summary: In a mix of alcohol and jealousy, heartbreaks can get confusing. Warnings: Murder Special Tag: None

Just come home @fortunxa Summary: They say the longer the wait, the sweeter the kiss. But, darling, I’m starving, so don’t keep me guessing. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

friendly sleepover @jinxificada Summary: in the nature of your friendship, neck kisses are just the smallest of love expression. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Blue hair, blue eyes, blue lights @fortunxa Summary: The chances of a blue-haired girl being chased by the cops and hopping in my car, simply yelling “Drive!” are low, but never zero. Warnings: None Special Tag: Mutli Part

songs explain what I can’t. @jinxs-gf  Summary: You’re writing a song to confess your feelings to your best friend. only it does the opposite and your best friend believes her feelings for you are unrequited. Warnings: None Special Tag: Modern AU

leave it to her. @jinxificada Summary: for once, you were taken care of. Warnings: None Special Tag: None.

leave it to her. @jinxs-gf Summary: it’s your first night working at The Last Drop. the stories of jinx being an…interesting customer are true Warnings: None Special Tag: None. Jinx x Reader

Please, I'm really sorry @yolli-es Summary: None Warnings: None Special Tag: None.

Forget her @lovedrruunk  Summary: In which you get played by your situationship. Jinx thinks you deserve better anyway Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Come to Bed, Jinx @ha-rinrin Summary: After days of sleepless nights and drowning herself in Silco’s unfinished business, Jinx’s exhaustion is overwhelming.  Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Torn Between Fire and Ice @ha-rinrin Summary: In a world divided between Piltover’s rules and Zaun’s chaos, a forbidden connection grows. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Caitlyn's Little Sister

bratty sub @ha-rinrin (X) Summary: bratty sub jinx x dom fem!reader Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Sweet Distractions @ha-rinrin Summary: In the quiet of a lonely night, a familiar chaos slips through the window Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

BLOMSTERTID @mo0nfairy  Summary: Centuries-old mage, Y/N L/N, possesses magical abilities unheard of. A few citizens monopolize the remnants of magic they find, of which they now title “Hextech”. Hearsay of this power bleeds through all of Runeterra, until Piltover and Zaun find themselves in an anarchic war to obtain said power. Before Y/N can even blink, however, the humans neglect their plans when they realize they’d rather have Y/N instead. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Mutli Part, Arcane x reader

Home in the Madness @ha-rinrin Summary: In the heart of a chaotic hideout, surrounded by machinery and unfinished projects, a makeshift family finds comfort in each other. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Is there something wrong with my pants @ha-rinrin Summary: Jinx's comes home after getting half of Zaun out of Stillwater with a doubt on her mind Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Moms @animeshotsh Summary: You are worried since your girlfriend has dissapear since Silco's death. Only for her to show up at your home, but not alone. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Your Mom @jinxs-gf Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

The look of love @starless-nightz Summary: inx always believed that she would end up alone, she always did. That was until you and Isha came into her life and now she finally has something—someone—worth living for. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

[thestar-eyedfictionaddict]

This is my first post and first time writing so I'm a little nervous.

This is the introduction of my Yuusona, Sunny.

Appearance: Sunny is a sixteen-year-old girl who has a tan skin-tone with a red undertone. She has soft pink hair which matches her eyebrows, Sunny’s eyes are cornflower blue. She's usually seen wearing the female school uniform uniform, but wears lots of pastels when not in uniform. Her makeup consists of a subtle light pink lipstic and subtle yet shimmery light pink eyeshadow with her hair up in space buns. She also has her pastel yellow roller skates on her at all times.

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Personality:- Sunny lives up to her name. She's a really sweet and kind girl who really is a ray of sunshine. She CAN be a little dense, but she's emotionally intelligent. However, she knows that the world isn't all peaches and cream, how can she be when she lives in a place like Ramshackle dorm? But she's optimistic! Which could either get her far... Or backfire on her. It really depends.

However, while she IS a super sweet social butterfly, she has n intense fear of rejection. You know that one friend who gets left behind because they're not valued? That's Sunny. Back in her world, her friends would leave her because she kept on forgiving them for everything. She throws herself into friendships because she desperately wants friends who will stay.

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A bit more about Sunny:-

Her height is about 165 centimeters or 5'5

She identifies as a girl, she's ambidextrous

Her birthday is on February 20th

She works at the Mousette Diner (based off of the House of Mouse) , which is a diner owned by Michael Mousette and his wife Mina Mousette.

She doesn't hope that Crowley gets her home soon since she's a foster kid and doesn't have many real friends, despite how sweet she is.

She's guilty of eating way too much chocolate.

She loves cooking; reading; every single season of the year, especially Christmas,

She absolutely hates bullying as she used to be bullied in her world before she was transported to Twisted Wonderland.

She's deathly allergic to peaches.

She hopes to have friends who actually care about her. That's it. All she wants is people who actually care about her and won't leave her behind.

She loves her friends at NRC, like Ace, Deuce, and Grim, but they also stress her out.

[beezonia]

What to do when your girlfriend wears a skirt?

Day 8 for @mlbfemslashfebruary

[Chlonette my beloveds i need to write more for them!]

Marinette’s wearing a skirt.

She looks so pretty, pastel blue mixed with a baby pink and a peach with her leg warmers.

Chloe is in love again.

All the colours match with her bright smile and positive attitude, and Chloe is whipped. Chloe is obviously staring at her with a look of adoration because who wouldn’t adore Marinette?!

“CHLOE HI!”

Her girlfriend’s sweet voice brings her out of the daydream.

“Hi Mari, you look adorable.”

Chloe revels in the fact that just one simple compliment makes Marinette blush.

“Thank you, you look cute today too!”

Of course she does, Chloe is rocking her usual bee like pallet, and it’s all designer of course. She wouldn’t dare dress down for a date.

“Thanks sweets, now where do you want to stop off first? I was thinking we go get lunch and then we paint the town!”

Marinette nods cheering along with her girlfriend’s words.

At least Paris would get too see the best dressed couple roaming it’s streets that day!

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[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 55 - outdoors fashion in 1924

This post goes largely to Rose, but we’ll start off with a look at a few *le gasp* middle-class women.

Starting with the one whose romantic farewell was “I wish you’d never even met your wife whom you loved so much; I can’t believe you expect me to treat your family with basic manners.” Fellowes’ writing has really gone down the drain. But let’s look at the new color palette of the worst communist character ever written. She goes from pastels last season to jewel tones in this, and from owning multiple coats but limited hats to always the same coat but with a new hat every time we see her. The coat is a nice shade of blue, and I love the scarf she wears in the second picture. Funnily, she has a new little pin on her lapel each time.

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Over to Diana Clark. She’s only around for one scene and a half, but the dress she wears is quite pretty, the blue and white matching nicely, the flower print giving this a little whimsy. Why is this quiet, kind woman who wears flowered fabrics the mistress of a rough, loud dipshit like Lord Sinderby? I hope she gets out of that situation. Or shacks up with Lady Sinderby instead. But look at the point where her white sleeves cut off over the blue cuffs: The cut edge is lining up with the print. This is so adorable.

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Up the food chain, over to Rose. Look, she has a lovely coat almost the exact same shade as one of Edith’s. And this one has a sweet, sweet design that’s got me captured: Both the lower part of the coat itself and of the sleeves is all box pleats. This is honestly so nice. Also, the dress she wears under the coat in the second picture, the sky blue one with the flower garland? That’s Edith’s later on in the season. I don’t know why Rose wears it here.

Does Rose always move like she’s on a cat walk? Girl, you’re just going down the street; stop posing. Very nice outfit though! The skirt and jacket have a nice color contrast, and the jacket itself has as much tailoring as the 1920s would allow, the shoulder section sitting all nice and snug. It also comes with a matching scarf and a hat that, while black, does at least have a flower on it.

A rust-colored velvet coat, I think this is what Rose wears when she meets Atticus for the first time. The coat is not much beyond lapels, but Rose has paired it with the most adorable hat with flowers in various shades from peach to coral to chestnut. And, well, she’s Rose, so how could he not be smitten?

Sometimes, I’m sitting here burrowing through my vocabulary to name a color. Is this light brown? Leaning towards coral? Puce? What an ugly name for a nice shade. Rose wears this to a riding tournament if I remember correctly, and among all the other spectators mainly wearing shades of brown and grey, she looks the pinkest. The hats are a tie for me; I like she color and the brim of the second better, but the first has this adorable red-leaves-on-a-cream-ribbon decoration.

Hat is back, coat is exchanged for something… beiger? It’s fine, I guess. It has this scalloped collar design which is neat, and Rose wears it over a very colorful dress that I’ll have a chance to discuss on its own later. Also, Rose’s netting gloves are blue. Can’t say I’ve seen that before. Most I know are either black, white, or beige.

Rose, why on earth are you making a duck face? Were pouty lips even in the 1920s beauty standard? Okay; whatever, let’s talk about Rose’s honeymoon travel outfit. The hat is cute, the coat is simply-cut but has a lovely blue shade and a mass of white curlicues I love. And the dress. I want this dress. The crocheted neckline? The fringe on the back and the hem? The light, summery linen? This dress is a thing of beauty.