#poem and art plush by me

[ceilingfan5]

Unraveling

I've sewn myself into a huggable shape

with a charming closed smile and a plush embrace

and capable paws, shoulders for the weight

and stitches that itch and restrain and mutate

The fuzz wears off and the fleece gets thin

and I repair what I can to keep the stuff in

and I shake my little tail, try to work off the sin

of being a strange thing in a nice thing’s skin

but at the end of the day when play’s tossed aside

and the needles have snapped and the ache has been cried

it's tempting to snip all the knots carefully tied

and set free the gnashing thing kept long inside

the fantasy sees a beast set unleashed

a spree of revenge and a viscera feast

but mostly I wash and I hang up the fleece

and be the shape that I am, while I can, unpoliced

the mask and the stitches should have earned their respect

glassy eyes, softened fur, stuffed in vain to protect

made it easy for them, turned a beast to an object

unraveling, lost sight of me, chasing perfect.

[connorsnothereeither]

“And now it’s time for a breakdown…” /ref

Welcome to my (fairly long lol) breakdown of the thought process behind the Ulysses CMV background!! ✨ I’m gonna go through it shelf by shelf because I think that’s easiest, so… buckle up! :D

TOP SHELF:

On the far left, we have an Assassins Creed Apple of Eden! Most of the soundtracks to the Ulysses vods came from AC: Odyssey, and AC: Origins! The Ancient Greek and Egyptian music fit him perfectly, who’d have thought. Including the main song from Ulysses epilogue, “Reunited” from AC: Odyssey. Behind that is of course my hand-bound copy of On the Brink of Scientific Discovery. I had to work out a way to get my earliest entry into the Fable Fandom in there somewhere. Beside it is the skull, and a copy of Frankenstein, by Mary Shelly, which I’ve spoken about being an inspiration for Ulysses. Along with, of course, Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey, and Herodotus’ Histories (Herodotus being the main inspiration for epilogue Ulysses and who he became towards the end)! And naturally, James Joyce's Ulysses. I had to. Besides that again is another copy of Frankenstein, along with more Ancient Greek works, specifically Euripides’ Medea and the works of the poet Sappho! And a copy of Moby Dick, since Ahab and Ishmael were both concept names for Ulysses during character creation! Besides those, the smaller penguin books, are some of my favourite details but some of the harder to spot because they’re so small. One is another poem by Sappho, Come Close. But the OTHER is The Fall of Icarus by Ovid, which I absolutely had to put in there. Impossible to see, but I know it’s there, and it makes me happy. Of course, once again on the theme of writers is a bust of Shakespeare, but behind him, is actually the set of D&D dice I bought inspired by Ulysses, which are made to look like they have kelp and seaweed inside them! ✨ and finally on the top shelf is a ship, in reference to his sailing and ship in the epilogue art, and a mini Greek style amphora.

MIDDLE SHELF:

On the far right, at the bottom, is the black knight chess piece, the same as Ulysses tattoo!! A reference to both the Trojan horse and him being a piece in the Telchin’s game. Behind it, the tiki mug, is a somewhat vague reference to the Sea Dragon Tavern! It’s never explicitly stated that they serve tiki drinks, but it certainly feels like a place that would. Tucked in, barely noticeable, is the Egyptian Book of the Dead. Both a reference to more ancient mythology, but also, in a little way, a reference to Lenarius. A book on the treatment and care of the dead. I think it would suit him. Make Len happy. More Greek texts (the Iliad and Odyssey again) this time including Ovid’s Metamorphosis, and Virgil’s Aeneid, a reference to both the mythological epic itself and to my little guy Virgil, from SkyBound SMP. Propped against those are a boatswain’s whistle, which I like to think is a little gift from Vorago and Casus. A captain’s call, to get someone’s attention no matter where you are on the sea, along with a small canon, which is actually from St Augustine Lighthouse, and felt very nautical. Behind those is a set of tarot cards, displaying the Magician, a symbol of manifesting and living to your true potential, which is fitting for Ulysses. All of that is of course propped on ANOTHER copy of the Odyssey. The full moon, as a little reference to his bestie Fenris, and a bear statue, which is a little nod to the fact I also voiced Deltavera (and the statue was actually a gift Jamie got me one of the times we met up)! Beside that is a handful of little bottles! The dice inside are mostly just because… that’s what I keep in those little potion bottles, but maybe they’re a reference to Wheel Not Fake or something too, who knows lol- and a little white axolotl plush. My son. My own personal little Perseus, I bought him the second I saw him akgsksgs ✨🫶

BOTTOM SHELF:

Almost done lol. The globe on the end, both a reference to the cartography/travel, and the fact that it’s turned to just show the ocean, rather than any countries. The sea is his home, after all. Another axolotl plush, peeking out from behind yet ANOTHER copy of the Iliad and Odyssey, which is balanced on a copy of Dante’s Divine Comedy, as another little reference to Virgil from Bound SMP. Behind that is a whisky bottle, which is empty in the photo but not in the CMV, as a reference to the Kelpin’ alcohol! And finally, the stack of books in the corner. The folio society set of The Greek Myths are some of my favourite books I own, and I had to include them, along with a few more potion bottles, which actually include the dice from various Cantripped One Shots (I have special dice for characters and one shots when I can)! The stack of books behind the scrolls and lanterns also include Madeline Miller’s The Song of Achilles (one of the inspirations behind Ulysses & Vesperae’s relationship) and Circe (more Odyssey references), along with world myths and Icelandic Sagas, and The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon, which was an early and incredibly influential historical text about the Roman’s (which somewhat inspired the structure and lore of the broader Telchin society!), on top of which is more mythology like the Welsh Mabinogion, the Norse Poetic Edda, and a horror anthology titled The Great God Pan and Other Horror Stories, many of which inspired Brink!! The lantern is, in all honesty, the only there not there for a specific reason… I just thought it looked cool :)

So yeah! That was my overly long analysis of my overly detailed Ulysses set background! Barely any of it is visible in the CMV, but for my little farewell to the character and world I had spent so long falling in love with, I wanted to make the background something special 🫶

[izzy2210]

Clean-shaven

Based on @watercubebee's perfect perfect art, I love it so much I can't even, so here, a gift!

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Hob is positively baffled when he finds his Dream in his bathroom, looking in the mirror, running his hands over his cheeks. “What are you- Is that a beard?” Dream nods, almost looking as surprised as Hob. “I think your, humanity, is rubbing off on me,” he studies himself in the mirror again, “I do not mind it, I think.” That makes Hob smile, wrapping his arms around Dream’s waist, “You’re handsome like that, duck. Do you want to keep it?” he asks, nuzzling his face in his neck, and Dream looks at him, puzzled. 

“I.. do not know. Yet.” 

“That’s alright, duck. Let’s do today with your beard, and you’ll see if you like it or not.” He turns Dream around by his waist, cupping his face, the stubble pricking in his palms. He runs his thumb over Dream’s cheek, looking at those pretty, pretty eyes. “Do you think I look good?” he asks, it sounds almost insecure. “Of course I do, duck. I love you. Let’s go eat breakfast, alright?” he asks, pressing a chaste kiss on Dream’s lips. “Alright.”

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At breakfast, Hob keeps glancing at Dream’s face, and acts like he doesn’t see it when he runs his fingers over his cheek every time he takes a bite. “You look pretty, duck, don’t worry.” He chuckles, and dream looks up at him, eyes wide. “I- It feels.. weird. And nice. I haven’t quite got the words for it yet.” Hob chuckles again, “Am I gonna get a poem about your beard later? Wouldn’t mind that.” He nudges Dream, who blushes a little.

“Oh, are you shy? So suddenly?” Hob smirks at him, and Dream shoots him a glare, not an unfriendly one, though. “Oh come on, love,” Hob stands up, setting their empty plates in the sink, he’ll clean those later. 

“Are you teasing me?” 

Hob jumps at how close Dream’s voice is, and shivers happily when his slender fingers dig into the plush of his hips. “Maybe.” It’s the truth, he doesn’t exactly know what his plan was, it’s hard to think straight when Dream of the Endless his pulling your hips against his. 

His voice is gravelly, and tickles just as delightfully as his stubble. Hob throws his head back in a desperate attempt to look at him. “I do not think that is the right answer, my love. T’was a simple yes or no question, dear. It cannot possibly be that hard, can it? Would you,” his hand creeps up, running his fingers over Hob’s throat, who exhales shakingly, blushing like crazy, “try again, for me?” Hob whimpers, and apparently that’s the right answer, because Dream flips them, letting Hob push him against the wall. 

“You are so hot like this, duck, it’s insane..” he smiles, while Dream pushes his hand on the back of Hob's neck, bringing him closer for a kiss. “Dream~” he moans, tangling his fingers in Dream's shirt, pushing himself impossibly close to him. 

“I believe that you like how I look, then?” Hob can hear the tease in his voice, and when he opens his eyes, Dream is looking through his lashes, right at him. “I do, very much. Love you, duck.” He presses his nose against Dream’s, closing his eyes, enjoying the moment. “Mmh.” His hum vibrates ‘till it’s deep in Hob’s chest, entering his heart, it’s frantic beating trying to capture the sound. They’ve been together for however long, they don’t count the years, they count their moments, and there aren’t enough numbers for that. 

Dream lifts Hob’s chin, making his lips fall open so easily, like it’s breathing that he’s doing. “Duck-” Hob’s moans and whimpers get swallowed by Dream, who feeds on it. 

“I love you, fuck, baby..”

“I love you too.” 

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“Do you wanna shave it, though?” Hob lays in bed, Dream’s head planted firmly against his chest, Hob’s fingers scratching at his hair. “I do. I like the feeling, but I like a clean-shaven face better. What do you think, my love?” Hob shrugs. “It’s not for me to choose, duck. I’ll help you shave, tomorrow, alright?” he asks, and Dream nods. “Don’t want you getting hurt.” Dream opens his mouth to protest, he can’t get hurt after all, but Hob shushes him. “Go to sleep, love.” “That is funny. Normally I am the one who says that after you have worked yourself exhausted.” Hob laughs wholeheartedly, “I remember that. Drooled all over a student’s paper. It was worth it though, we had a good fuck after.” He chuckles, and Dream buries his face in his chest. “Go to sleep, love.”

[carcarcraziiv2]

HEARTSTEEL FIRST MEETING HCs (PART TWO)

Dis for daddy Yone and my love Aphelios. 💗

~*-If you enjoyed, feel free to send me asks (however that works) with prompts. I also enjoy writing about other league characters as well if you're into that!-*~

Aphelios:

Art classes were never really your thing. You were more into writing, and when your best friend invited you to a creative writing workshop you couldn't help but take the opportunity.

You two got to the class early and were shocked to find out that it was being sponsored by one of your favorite band's lyricists, Aphelios from Heartsteel. The excitement you felt at being able to spend your time at a place that someone in the band even thought about had you more inspired than you were previously.

During the workshop, you wrote a nice little series of poems while you daydreamed about the band. The entire time you kept getting nudges from your best friend because you found yourself mindlessly humming their songs.

At the end, you were surprised to find out that they were hosting a contest to meet the band based on the works submitted if you so wished at the end of the night. You did, and you were even more shocked when a few weeks later you got an email stating that you had won!

The email read as follows-

Dear Y/N,

We would like to begin by thanking you for your submission to the Heartsteel: Meet the Band! competition hosted by Aphelios. Based on the band's review of your work, they would like to designate you as the winner! With our sincerest congratulations, please see the information below with the destination, date, and time!

The rest of the letter contained as it stated, and you were ecstatic. The days passed quickly and before you knew it, you were driving to the location of the meet and greet.

Walking into the small very secure building, you were greeted by a pleasant young woman who led you to a small room with a couch and a few plush chairs. You took a seat, and she left letting you know it would be a few minutes.

You were antsy as you sat there but giddy none the less. Soon enough, the door opened, and you stood in excitement as the members of Heartsteel walked in. Sett, Kayn, Ezreal, Yone, K'Sante, and finally Aphelios.

They all greeted you happily, and finally Aphelios gave you his hand in greeting, a sweet smiling gracing his face. You all discussed things, you got photos, and by the end you were feeling so happy that they were all as cool and nice (Kayn was kinda sus but...) as you had hoped!

It seemed like during the whole time, Aphelios kept writing to you that you had genuinely impressed him.

I really liked your work. It spoke to me. Did you write them based on each of us?

"I did! I thought since you were sponsoring the event I may as well make it Heartsteel inspired," you laugh nervously, running a hand over your head. "I'm glad you like it."

I was wondering if you would like to get together for some writing sessions? I know it's kind of off the wall here but... I wouldn't mind learning more about the way you think.

"I would love to!" You smile, and he gives you his phone to type your number into, and you couldn't help but add a cheeky smiley face next to your name.

I look forward to seeing you again soon! He wrote, and you all said your goodbyes.

You were smiling your whole drive home, and as you got ready to go to bed you heard your phone vibrate on your side table.

Your heart fluttered as you read the message:

Hey, it's Aphelios. Is this Y/N?

YONE:

You always liked going out to a coffee shop to do your work in the mornings. It made you feel more businesslike, for some reason, when you got to go work in a place where everyone is in suits and also on laptops.

The day started like any other. Gathering your things, you headed to a new-to-you coffee shop downtown. When you arrived, you headed inside and sat down after you ordered your drink and a little breakfast sandwich.

Opening your laptop, you got right to work moving files and typing away at emails. You had your headphones in listening to some soft indie pop and you bobbed your head along to it as you wrote.

After about thirty minutes, you took a little break to stretch your fingers and glance around at the other people sitting at tables around you. Turning your attention toward the window, you saw him.

A tall looking man with long white hair with red streaks in a ponytail sat with his head face first into a little MacBook. You couldn't help but gawk at his overall attractive features, as he has focused green eyes and neat but chiseled features. You wondered what his voice sounded like.

You nearly fall out of your seat the way you turn away when his gaze shifts to look at you. He must have felt someone staring at him, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. Okay, that's awkward.

Trying to quickly forget that you just got caught staring, you get back to work. You had only planned on staying at the coffee shop for a few hours while you got through your morning emails, but this man was a revelation you weren't willing to leave just yet.

Over the next few minutes, you kept stealing peaks at him, and to your surprise he kept looking back at you. At one point, he smiled politely at you as if to say, "Need something?"

Finally, after getting multiple messages from your boss that you hadn't noticed due to your wandering thoughts you decided to brush it all off and dive back into your work. Before you knew it, an hour had gone by and you looked quickly toward the direction of where the man had been sitting. Disappointed, you realize that he was no longer there. You shrug to yourself and start packing up your things, pulling out your headphones and shoving them in your bag.

Just as you are about to stand up, you feel a tap on your shoulder that causes you to jump slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," You hear as you turn to face the person who tapped you. To your dismay, it was the man who you had been caught staring at.

"It's okay!" you laugh nervously. "Um... What's up?"

"I just noticed you kept looking at me and well, I couldn't help but keep looking at you... and I was wondering if you would like to meet here again for coffee in the morning while you do whatever it is you're doing?" You can see the man blushing, and you wonder inwardly if he was as nervous talking to you as you were about talking with him. "Oh, and I'm Yone. Sorry, I forgot to mention that."

"I'm Y/N," You say in response. "And that would be cool, I usually go get coffee in the morning anyway. Sorry for staring at you earlier, I got kind of carried away I guess." Oh. My. God. Why am I word vomiting on this poor man?

"Don't worry, I kind of liked catching you off guard a few times. It was cute." He says, and you can't help but to blush again. "I'll see you in the morning then, Y/N." He smiles, turns away and leaves you flabbergasted and blushing in the coffee shop.

[lazystar]

Aetherea

Hwang Hyunjin x Plus Size! Reader

Art Student AU

Warnings/Notes:

18+ SMUT AHEAD!!! MDNI!!!!!

Love at First Sight, stupidly artsy language, undefined relationship used as a plot point, Hyunjin being down horrendous, Reader being a sweetheart, god i love this couple that came out my brain. Smut Contains: Oral (F Rec), Lots of Dirty Talk!, Slight Dom!Hyunjin and Sub!Reader, Mirror Sex, detailed descriptions, lots of love and passion. My usual humor filled ending because i am just a silly little goose.

Est. Word Count: ~4K

The moment his eyes locked with yours the world went silent, it was as if nothing mattered besides the angel in his view. Hyunjin was enamored from the moment you came into his world. The art major could wax poems, create Shakespeare rivaling sonnets, write an epic about the new muse that had come into his life. But he didn’t even know your name.

You had just transferred to JYP University that semester, you had chosen to come to the university to study art history after hearing about how good its varying arts programs were. The day you walked into your first painting course of the semester you had felt eyes on you as you sat down, you turned your head to see the most beautiful boy looking your way. His cheekbones and jawline looked like a sculptor had meticulously carved them out of marble, his luscious hair fell like a stone waterfall to his shoulders. He was something romantic poets dreamt of describing. Yet, here he was looking at you with a soft smile. You chose in the moments you had before your professor walked in to change seats to join the boy at his table.

“Um, I hope I’m not intruding or being weird, but you just give off the impression of someone I’d like to know. I’m Y/N, is it okay if I sit with you? I uh I don’t really know anyone here.” Your voice was shy and light, he was in awe that your cherub like self chose him to speak to.

“Y/N… that’s a beautiful name. I would love it if you would sit with me! I’m Hyunjin by the way, I’m an art major, I’m concentrating on painting but I also want to sculpt.” He smiled at you, his honeyed voice was warm and soft as it filled your ears. You had felt the flush come over your soft cheeks and you tried to avoid eye contact as you smiled to yourself shyly. He couldn’t help but take his pencil and sketch the view in front of him. “Y/N, you’re breathtaking.” He whispered, you barely caught the words. You turned toward him with a shocked gaze and he just gave you a shy smile.

As the weeks passed by, you and the boy with forever paint stained cuffs on his shirts grew closer. He never failed to make you blush with his compliments and words of praise to you. You were equally as good at bringing a smile to his face with your own compliments to his artistic prowess. On days where the two of you had time to relax you two would sit under the large oak tree in the courtyard talking about your favorite artists, artworks, films, anything that you both could spend hours rambling about. When you were talking he would lay his head on your plush thighs and rest it softly against the softness of your stomach as your hands played in his hair. He would keep his gaze locked on the brightness that filled your eyes as you passionately discussed the works of your favorite artists like Jenny Holzer along with other feminist artists. He was enamored with you, as were you with him. Neither of you needed to declare your infatuation, it was mutually understood that you two had become more than friends.

That was, until Hyunjin’s friends began to ask about you. The soft spoken, round cheeked, curvaceous goddess that had taken their friend’s attention from anyone else around him.

“Hyunjin, who is this new girl you’re always with? Your new giiirrrrlfrienddd?” Seungmin ribbed him as their friend group settled into their seats for dinner in the dining hall. You couldn’t join due to having to work on a paper discussing the importance of some art movement, he couldn’t recall which one.

“She’s uh— she’s someone important to me, we don’t really have a label or anything. I don’t know, it’s like we just get one another.” He responded with a shrug as he shoveled a fork filled with salad into his mouth.

“Sounds like you’re still single then bud, no conversation about what you are means you’re still a free man you know.” The younger male continued with a similar shrug and a laugh. This caused Hyunjin to pause, no label means neither of you owe the other anything. Does this mean he wasn’t the only guy making you blush, were there others trying to steal kisses from you while you painted? Were there others trying to make you laugh that fairylike giggle you would let out? Was he not your muse the way you were to him?

“I’ve gotta go!” He bolted up from his seat to race to your dorm room before his friends could even get him to explain. He needed to confirm he was your one and only, he couldn’t bare the idea of anyone else being in love with you the same way he was.

“Y/N open the door!” He frantically pleaded as he stood panting on the other side of the heavy wooden structure. You rose from your hunched position over your laptop to open it, confused as to why Hyunjin was sounding hysterical on the other side. You knew he was supposed to be eating with his friends, so why was he here now?

“Y/N please tell me I’m the only one you love. I’m scared someone else is going to steal you away from me. I need to know I am the only man who makes you smile, the only man who makes you blush, the only man you let kiss you when we’re in the back of class. Please tell me, I’m your one and only.” He rushed out as you opened the door, tears were flooding his warm coffee colored eyes as he stepped towards you to hold your face in his hands. The tears were cascading down his cheeks as he looked into your eyes, your heart was shattered seeing the panic on his face.

“My love, what are you going on about?” You cooed looking up at his red face, the usual stoicism far from his expression as true fear was laced in his furrowed brow and wide yearning eyes. “Of course you’re the only man for me. I love you, everything about you. Your hands create masterpieces, your mind is something people will want to study for its creativity. You are always going to be amazing to me, from those beautiful eyes that find beauty in everything, to those soft lips that you use to kiss me, to the strength you hold in every muscle. You are a work of art Hwang Hyunjin, I would be a fool to not love you.” You said softly as you pulled him from the doorway, you gently tugged him into your small dorm bed, pushing aside your laptop to hold his head on your ample chest. You let him draw patterns on the skin of your thigh which was only covered by the hem of the oversized shirt you had been wearing. You set your glasses aside, a pair you usually only wore for when you would be on the computer for hours on end, and looked toward the sniffling boy. “My angel, what brought this up?”

“The boys were teasing me about how much I like you. They said that since we don’t have a label that means we weren’t together. I began to panic! We are together right?!” You let out a soft snort and began to laugh quietly at his furrowed brow and worrisome expression. “Hey! Why are you laughing at me baby?” The boy pouted and looked over at you deeply offended. A smile slowly crept into his lips as he saw the adoration in your eyes, soft smile, and blush stained plump cheeks. You Looked at him as if he was the holder of the universe in its entirety.

“You are just too cute, Hyunjin. I’ve been yours from the moment you spoke to me. It was love at first sight for me and you know that. Sure we didn’t get serious until a little later but I am so deeply in love with you, label or not I am yours and you are mine.” You said as you kissed all over his face. His smile grew as he maneuvered to capture your lips in a deep breath stealing kiss. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders and his at your waist as the air surrounding you both grew heavy with need and passion.

You sighed into the kiss and clutched onto his shoulders as he licked against your bottom lip asking for entrance. You opened your mouth to let him in and mewled softly as he moved so your back was against the mattress and he was on top of you. You opened your eyes as the kiss broke to see the love struck look he was giving you. You raised your hand to cup his cheek, thumb softly rubbing over his high cheekbone, you mirrored his smile and said just with the look in your eyes how much he really meant to you.

“Y/N, be my girlfriend.” He whispered as he leaned back down to steal another passionate kiss.

“Of course my love.” You softly replied against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him as close as possible. The kiss grew heated as the two of you used the moment to show how deeply you were in love with each other. Clothes were slowly coming off, neither of you seemed to care who was removing what from the other, all you two cared about was getting more skin to skin contact with your lover.

You both were nude except for your underwear, the wet patch on the gusset of your panties was something Hyunjin couldn’t tear his eyes from. The two of you had sex before, but it was nothing like this. It was usually heated and quick, the two of you engulfed in lust and need for the other. It wasn’t soft like this, passionate like this, it wasn’t making love.

He was used to rough, hard, fast sexual escapes with you after nights out, where his possessive nature would take over seeing the way other men’s eyes would graze over your plump frame. He would end those nights pulling you into some random bedroom at a party or the bathroom to stake his claim, he had to let everyone know you were his. This time around he had to know from you that he was yours.

He ripped his gaze from the space between the plush thighs he hoped he could be buried between if given the choice. He looked up slowly toward your face, using the time to commit to memory; every stretch mark, ripple of plush fat that made you feel like a perfect pillow for his head on the days he needed to be held, he took in every freckle that was on your skin, everything you some days viewed as an imperfection. His eyes made their way up to your breasts where he took them in his hands softly teasing your nipples eliciting moans and mewls of want from you.

“You are so fucking beautiful Y/N, look at you, you’re a masterpiece.” He whispered as he trailed small love bites down your body to nestle his way between your thighs. “I could be buried here in between these fucking thighs, fuck I would be in heaven.” He muttered to himself as he licked at the wet patch on the gusset of the cotton underwear you hadn’t taken off yet. He was relishing in your soft whines and airy moans as he teased your clit through your panties, moaning himself at the taste and your responsiveness to even the slightest touch from him. He was in heaven, he was on cloud nine, he was enjoying every little reaction you gave as he nipped at your thighs and toyed with you.

“Baby, don’t tease me please. I need you.” You whimpered out as he kept toying with your pussy through your panties. They were uncomfortably stuck to you thanks to how worked up you were from Hyunjin’s predatory gaze when he would look up at you from between your thighs. Your pleas and begging eyes had him practically coming undone in that moment as he looked up at you. Your hair was sticking to your forehead from sweat, your chest heaving from your moans and pants, your skin flushed from arousal, you were erotic in every sense of the word.

He swiftly ripped your panties off of you and began to suckle on your clit like you were his last meal on death row, expertly maneuvering from sucking at your clit to burying his tongue deep within your seeping cunt. He had you veering on the edge of an orgasm within minutes, you sat up slightly to watch him and your nails were leaving scratches at his shoulder as the other hand clutched his hair, your nails slightly dug into his scalp as you clutched harder around his expert tongue as you teetered closer to cumming. He groaned at the slight pain, loving how reactive you were, how your moans echoed off the stone walls of the room, how he had to pin you down as you thrashed in pleasure. He could do this for hours, and if you let him he would.

His groan snapped that thin wire within you holding you back from the mind numbing sensation of orgasm. The high rocked through you like you had been shot into space, tremors of pleasure had your muscles quaking, your mind turning to mush, your only thoughts consisting of Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin. You whipped your head back in pleasure as your orgasm shook you, your face was screwed into a silent scream as waves of pleasure kept crashing through you like a storm filled sea rocking against oceanic cliffs, all the while Hyunjin’s expert tongue kept working at you, his thumb was softly circling your clit as you whimpered at the overstimulation. He heard your soft whimper and pulled away, sucking at the fingers you hadn’t even realized he had been working you open with, your release covered his lips and chin. It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen, you pulled him up into a heated kiss as you tugged at his boxers.

“I need these off now, I want to make you feel good too.” You whined against his lips. He chuckled darkly and shook his head. Your nose scrunched as you pouted, you tugged his boxers again in a silent demand to have his hard cock against your tongue. You loved taking him into your mouth, the stretch his thick cock had against your lips, the way his length had you gagging less than halfway down it as you took him down your throat. You loved his guttural moans as you worked him toward his own release. You needed to return the favor, you needed to make him feel good. You wanted it so desperately at that moment.

“My angel there’s always time for that later, I won’t be able to feel that perfect pussy if I’m cumming down that beautiful throat of yours.” Your thighs clenched at his words. You began to already feel your mind descend into the fucked out state you always ended up in. Looking up at him with wide eyes and pouty lips you nodded in understanding. Your pussy pulsed as you recalled the pleasurable pain of every time his thick cock would stretch you open, how his length would kiss that spot deep inside you that had your eyes rolling back and your mind going numb.

Hyunjin was massive, no other word to describe it. His cock was long, curved, and thick, it had you reeling every time it kissed that sweet spot that had stars dancing behind your eyelids. He had tears running down your cheeks from how it slightly hurt when he thrusted his full length inside you, no amount of preparation seemed to stop the sting of your pussy stretching to accommodate him, you loved the delicious feeling of him stuffing you full.

Before you knew it Hyunjin had positioned you to face the mirror in your dorm room. It was one you hadn’t found a spot for so it sat on the floor facing the foot of your bed, perfectly angled so you could see yourself as he positioned his cock at your entrance. “I want you to see how beautiful you are as I fuck this perfect pussy.” He growled into your ear as he left marks on the crux of your neck, he pushed in as his teeth grazed your sensitive spot. A loud high pitched whine left your lips as your eyes screwed shut, Hyunjin began to pull out, shaking his head slightly and tutting his tongue against his teeth in dissatisfaction. You whined at the slight degradation and tried to turn your head to look at him. He dug his fingers into your hair and turned you back toward the mirror. “I said I want you to watch yourself angel, that means eyes open. I want you to see what a good whore you are for me my love, you are so good for me right?” His gruff voice had your head spinning, you had to be good for him.

“ ‘m sorry Jinnie! I’ll be good for you, I’ll always be so fucking good for you. Please, let me be good for you, I need you!” You plead. Your eyes were welling up at the idea of disappointing your boyfriend, you were already so fucked out, mind empty except for the desire to please him. He moaned at your perfectly pathetic begging and wide pleading eyes. Your gaze stayed locked on his through the reflection as you arched your back and angled your chest closer to the bed. Your leaking pussy was perfectly on display to him and he let out another deep moan as he took in the sight before him.

“See baby, you can be so fucking good for me. Look at you, a perfect little whore all for me, your Jinnie.” He said before letting out a deep pornographic groan as he buried his cock deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix as he pushed himself to the hilt. You fought to keep your eyes open as a wanton moan of pained pleasure fell from your lips, you watched as sweat began to drip down your boyfriend’s brow as he thrusted in and out of you, you watched as his own face scrunched up with pleasure, your eyes couldn’t leave your view of him. He was beautiful as he fucked into you. He caught your eyes looking at him instead of yourself. To redirect you he began to lay harsh spankings across your ass cheeks to remind you to focus on yourself.

A moan mixed with a surprised yelp fell from your lips as your eyes focused on your own reflection, your heavy tits swung with every thrust, you could see the way your ass rippled as his hips snapped against it, you saw the fucked out look in your eyes, the way your hair stuck to your forehead with sweat. The whole scene reflected back to you was beautiful, it was pure passion and emotion in one moment.

“Jinnie, we look fucking beautiful right now.” You brokenly whispered through moans as his thrusts grew harder and faster, your face was almost pressed into the bed as he plowed into you. He let his gaze wander to the mirror from where he had been watching his cock slide in and out of you and he let out a broken moan of his own at the sight before him. His muse was the purest vision of lust and beauty with wild fucked out eyes and flushed skin, the hickies decorating your skin adding to the way you looked. You looked filthy, erotic, and gorgeous as he made whines and broken moans fall from your lips as he worked you toward another release. He moved his hand to hoist you up so your back was against his chest as his thrusts grew sloppy. He was teetering toward his own euphoria and wanted nothing more than to feel you reach you’re and gush all over his cock as you both came together.

“Cum with me angel, let me feel you cum all over my cock, I need to feel you take it all, come on milk me dry baby. I know you’re close I can feel it” His gravelly fucked out voice was all it took for him to send you off the edge once more, your walls clenched around his cock and triggered his own orgasm which flooded your pussy. Your release splashed against his thighs as you shook from orgasm, your walls fluttered around his cock as he pumped his load deep inside you. It was messy, it was euphoric, it was beautiful.

Cum was coating both of your thighs as he hissed pulling out, he watched in awe as your quivering thighs shook while his load leaked out of your cunt. You looked like pure sex in his eyes, your eyes shut, chest heaving as you came down from the throws of ecstasy, your skin was tinged with redness from the exertion you had just endured, your eyes were shut as your muscles twitched ever so slightly, you had a slight puddle beneath your ass from the mixture of your release and Hyunjin’s, the scene before your boyfriend was purely pornographic. Hyunjin had to stop himself from reaching for his cellphone to take a photo of the sight before him. He had more opportunities for that ahead now that your relationship was defined by those two silly words he was so happy to now have in the vocabulary of your relationship, he knew more moments like these would be on the horizon.

He grabbed a towel and helped you clean up before he pulled you into his arms kissing your forehead uttering loving praises. Your sleepy smile filled kisses decorated any piece of skin you could reach as you uttered your own praises toward him. You both held each other tightly as you basked in the afterglow of sex and love. You both felt your breathing even out and eyes grow heavy as you clung to one another’s sweaty skin. Your plush arms held Hyunjin close and he began to nestle his head into the crux of your neck as he took in your scent and felt the tendrils of sleep pull him in.

His phone loudly buzzing on the floor cut the moment short. It buzzed repeatedly causing the case to rattle against the hard dorm room floor. He groaned and glared toward the offending object ready to let it go to voicemail and planning on blocking whoever was disturbing his peace. He was about to enjoy a peaceful nap in the arms of the love of his life and some asshole just had to ruin the moment.

“Jinnie baby, just go answer it, it could be very important.” You tiredly prompted as you snuggled deeper into the blankets, slowly losing your own battle against sleep. He let out a whine tinged groan once more, and with a huff he slid out of the small bed. Irritated, he walked toward the spot on the floor where the offensive buzzing was coming from and grabbed his phone to answer it.

“Hello?” He started with a bark in his voice. Irritated beyond belief that his peace had been disturbed.

“Hwang where the fuck have you been we called you like 10 times. You ran off with no information about where you were!” Seungmin’s loud voice made Hyunjin hold the device far away from his ear. He turned his head to see you fast asleep with a smile on your face, soft snores leaving your kiss bruised lips. He was so in love with you, and knew you would forgive him for his next statement.

“If you must know, I was just having the best sex of my life with my beautiful girlfriend.” He smirked as Seungmin loudly groaned in disgust, his voice radiating through the reciever. Laughing he continued, “By the way Min, thanks for lighting the fire under my ass to talk to her about a label. It feels a lot better now knowing I have that with her.”

“Wasn’t my intent but I do expect your firstborn to be named after me now. Speaking of, you two are being safe right? I’m not ready to be an uncle just yet!”

“Okay. One, absolutely not. I would never name a child after you. Two, shut the fuck up. Three, bye!” With that he hung up the call and slid back under the covers with you, smiling as you unconsciously moved to be closer to him. He wishes he could paint how happy you made him feel, but the sketch books filled with drawings of you when you didn’t know he was watching would have to do. He couldn’t capture every moment with you on canvas but he could live it, which was better in the end.

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Thank you for reading! lmk what you thought with a comment or reblog! <3

Taglist: @stanskzsstuff @sunflowerstay25 @beewilko

[mikgreo]

Hi hi! I would like to place an order ☕

nickname: Meli

age: 15 going to 16

pronouns: she/her

about me: I have a strong personality but I'm very chill and hard to anger, but at the same time I am very protective of my younger siblings. I'm awkward in social situations especially if I have to interact with someone and I can be a bit shy about it. I really like it when people understand my autism and ADHD and don't judge my quirks. I have no filter, so sometimes I'm too blunt, but I don't mean to be rude 😅. I try to be as kind and polite as possible with people, but bad/prejudiced people irritate me

My love language is quality time

hobbies: draw, sing, read

fav things: art, music, books, coffee, the smell of homemade bread, stuffed animals, foxes, comfortable clothes

preference: F (I tend to have crushes on female fictional characters more than male ones, but I don't mind if you pair me with a male character)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen, Blue Lock, Tokyo Revengers or Haikyuu!! (I like them all, but the choice is yours 😊)

side dish: fluff

drinks: headcanons

have a good day/afternoon/evening and drink water! :D

— Meli

hi thank u for requesting!!!

your order will be right up:3~

i decided to pair you with YACHI because i feel like you guys would make such a cute couple!!

yachi x afab! reader :3!! enjoy your meal!!!!!!!

clumsy!girlfriend yachi loves hanging out with her gf!! she just loves being so clingy and cute with her. she’s always babbling about how “my girlfriend meli always brings me flowers and chocolates after a long day of school!!! i just love her so much, i bake and cook for her, i know how much she how certain baked goods smell, i always make her bread accompanied by whatever else she likes! i love taking care of her younger siblings, because she’s always taking care of me as well !!! she’s so nice and caring. i love listening to her playlists and i make her some too:33 she’s such a great artists, i wish i could draw like her!! :((.”

yachi definitely buys you stuffed animals anywhere she goes, she loves getting you souvenirs.

yachi never leaves you side, always watching over you like a cute tiny fox >_<!!

yachi always says yes to dates, it doesn’t matter if you’re at a park or a fancy restaurant, or even laying down in her room floor, she loves your company sooo much!

yachi is forever so patient with you, understanding your feelings and how your adhd works as well as your autism! she will never judge you for thinks you can’t control.

yachi insists on buying you all kinds of fidget toys and any type of little plush she can get you.

yachi sometimes begs you to sing her to sleep, while you play with her short blonde locks, massaging her scalp softly as your throat lets out beautiful hums and vocals.

yachi would just do anything for you!!! you’re so nice to her. she helps you whenever you get shy in public, even though she’s a little introverted herself she’s got the spirit! that’s something hinata taught her.

yachi is so patient with you!! if you get upset sometimes, she understands. she always helps you calm down if you lose your cool!! especially those meanies at school who like to pick on yachi for having a girl friend :(!

meli is always overprotective of yachi when it comes to boys. you know how mean they can be!!! meli thanks the karasuno vb team for looking out for yachi as well.

meli loves seeing yachi be overprotective over her. something she’s always had to do herself, she’s thankful to yachi for being such a good puppy gf!! >w<

meli reads books to yachi to help her fall asleep, usually reading poems and turning them into sweet melodies as she sings the beautiful love poems.

meli is so happy she has yachi!!! they adore eachother :3

sowwy if it was a little short :(( !! im not good with hcs lololol

[koffeewithkxyupid]

Poetry by Kxyupid

Ever felt struck by Cupid's arrow? The world slows down, each breath pulls you into the present, and you start smiling with your eyes before your lips slowly curl up towards your ears? With each step, your footsteps lighten, your heart flutters, and you feel like a character in a poem about a silly thing called love. If that sounded like a yes, come be the muse of a poem with me at Poetry by Love and Cheesecake. It’s not just another aesthetically pleasing cafe but an experience that blends the art of culinary with romance of poetic ambiance. Whether you’re a lover of sweet treats or sweet reads, this cafe promises to steal your heart. From the moment you step inside, you are greeted with an orphic atmosphere adorned in hues of pink, perfect for your coquette aesthetic Pinterest boards. The decor is thoughtfully curated, combining modern chic with a touch of vintage charm like a love letter sealed with a lipstick mark. Soft lighting, plush seating and delicate floral arrangements akin to amorous bossa nova in the air.  Love manifests in various forms, making it heartwarming to find it all in one spot. Whether it's a solo date for self-love, a gathering with friends, reminiscing childhood memories with family, or an intimate evening with your partner, this place offers it all with its own special love language, food. As Alan D. Wolfelt beautifully puts it, “Food is symbolic of love when words are inadequate. “ Picture this, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Each sip warms you like a tender embrace. On your plate, pastries await, each bite a symphony of flavours. The buttery croissants melt like kisses. As you indulge in this feast, you can't help but feel grateful for the simple joys in life.

[aris-has-a-paracosm]

how about 4. what styles/mediums did you work with? (i know most/all of the things you post are digital but maybe your writing with different styles and mediums off tumblr???)

and 13. what thing gave you the most trouble?

4. Styles and Mediums!

When I first started on Tumblr earlier in the year, I had a style that was very lineart heavy with thick lineart, and the lineart was always colored. As well as that, I leaned into the cell shading with either cell or soft lighting depending on what kind of lighting I was going for. Now, towards the end of the year, I still color my lineart, but not as carefully, and part of that has to do with the brush I use now being much much thinner and more textured. My shading has also altered to be a soft/cell mix with more texture in there too. The overall sketch style and proportion style didn’t change much, but the lineart and shading did, and I’m very pleased with that. (Here’s two Ethos to demonstrate):

Now on to mediums! I’m just gonna list them as I remember them and comment when needed:

-digital art

-traditional marker drawings (in terms of traditional, ink is my forte)

-sewing (something I’ve never mentioned on Tumblr before: I do local craft fairs where I live, and I sell all sorts of handmade bags and plushes. I’ve never sold stuff online before, but it’s a possibility for the future)

-oil paintings (I took a class at my college back in spring. Here’s an orange, a butter knife, and a glass of water I had to paint for an assignment:)

-charcoal drawings

-fictional prose

-the occasional poem

-lab reports and academic writing (I spent time on it, so I’m counting it hehehe)

-I’ve also done gouache paintings and sculptures before, but none this year

13. What gave you the most trouble:

Tango’s hair!!!!! His hair is so difficult!!!!! I am slowly but surely learning how to master drawing it, but in all my art timelapses from early in the year, about half the timelapse is me redrawing his hair over and over again XD

[skippygiraffee]

OC Smash or Pass

I was tagged by the wonderful @trashcatsnark and @beammeupbroadway for OC smash or pass >:3c I haven't spoken about Persi on my blog officially in a dedicated post (just posted art of her) so rolling the dice here and introducing her like this

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the "other" label can be used for "sexuality misalignment" (ie: oc is femme and you're gay, vice versa or you aren't into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

image credits: 1, 2, 3

Quick Facts

Full Name: Persimmon "Persi" Kongoseki

Height: 5’

Age: 22 (during the main game of SWSH, though obviously she scales in age with the years)

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: *vague shrug* (she's definitely into all genders, but for various reasons she has never explored this personally)

Features: dark brown eyes, facial moles, round glasses, multicolored hair that she got from her great-great something or other (sure it's obvious who)

Pros

Extremely non-judgemental. Generally chill about anything

Very soft (physically speaking, because she has a few rough edges). And she will let people lay on her (if she's familiar with them)

A story teller and poet by heart, and will write love poems often

Has whatever rizz is present in the familial line, but she's genuinely unsure how she got it

Knows a good deal about both Sinnoh's and Galar's myths and legends, and she will tell anyone and everyone about them

Lives in small cottage in Ballonlea, and enjoys long walks in the Tangle (but be careful!)

Cons

High chance she is picking her handheld game consoles over anything else (and she's not sorry)

Habit of stopping anything she's doing to start talking about Sinnoh and Galarian myths

Will absolutely "uhm, actually" when someone gets something wrong and she's aware of the correct answer

Extremely abrasive, and is usually unaware she's being unpleasant

Used to being a loner, so she might isolate for weeks on end. Whoops

Neutral, but Important Addition

Plushes on the bed. Yes they're everywhere. Let this be placed where anyone would like

Not sure who to tag that would like to do this, or hasn't already been tagged (since I am always so late to the party), but please if we're sharing a dash space tag me and let me see the OCs <3

[forestofforever]

Etienne got a text from Jonas saying he was coming over to the theater and it's barely any time at all between when Jonas is there tapping at the back door. He's all bundled up, nose and face a little red from the cold and he's holding a fancy wrapped package that he most CERTAINLY did not wrap himself because his wrapping skills are atrocious. This was definitely professionally wrapped. Only the best for Etienne!

" Hiiii sweet boy, " he giggled when Etienne answered the door. " Bend down can't reach you! " Etienne gets a sassy little kiss before Jonas bustles inside. He takes Etienne's hand and leads him off to his dressing room, chuckling softly to himself the whole while.

Once in the dressing room he sits Etienne down and places the package on his lap. " Alright so even though I'm betting you'd rather have me gift-wrapped and sitting on your lap...and I feel the same way trust meee ehehehe...I still thought you deserved a regular gift. Merry holidays and all that."

When Etienne opens the package, he'll find a beautiful and luxuriously emerald green plush robe, the softest he's ever felt. It has a beautiful almost Art Nouveau style embossed pattern of black cats all over it. " I know with your eheh private performances you like to have something to slip into as you exit stage...so I wanted to give you this. "

Jonas's hand comes up, running his fingers through Etienne's hair a moment and then coming down to rest against the side of his face as he looks into his eyes, smiling.

Etienne is a little surprised, barely even given a heads up before Jonas simply proceeds to appear, holding a beautifully wrapped gift. "I would gladly be a chair if that meant you'd be sitting on me all day, you know this." He teases, because yes, he very much would like to have Jonas on his lap, and they'll have to make that happen later tonight if there's time...

But first, the gift. Jonas seems eager for Etienne to open it, and so he carefully opens it up, keeping the wrapper paper whole as he removes it. His eyebrows shoot up as he finds the robe, and he runs his fingers over the soft fabric. It's both beautiful and remarkably comfortable looking, Etienne loves it. He carefully puts the gift aside so he can pull Jonas onto his lap and press a kiss to his lips. "Oh my love, you shouldn't have. I love it." He nuzzles Jonas, unable to stop himself from smiling. "What have I ever done to deserve someone as lovely as you?"

He keeps Jonas there for a moment before standing up, holding Jonas bridal style as he does so. "I am glad you're here though, seeing how I have a little something for you as well... don't laugh, okay? It's so cheesy, but promise me you will not laugh." He walks over to a small cabinet that's tucked away in the corner, only putting Jonas down once he needs to open said cabinet. He takes out a small, mostly flat package. The wrapping paper seems to consist of a newspaper that's been filled with small doodles of cats and foxes.

Inside the package, Jonas would find a little something Etienne has been working on for a while now. It's an old book, a book of fairytales written in French. The title has been hidden beneath the words "Livre de l'amour," each letter taken from another book, magazine, or poster, cut out and pasted onto the book's cover. Inside the book, there are snippets of the fairytales, though most pages have been filled with other things: there are photographs of sunflowers, of fireworks, of a fox that's peeking at the camera from behind a tree. There are poems aplenty, some cut out of their original books, others written down in Etienne's elegant cursive. There are a few drawings too, sketches of Jonas looking away, a drawing where the focus is mostly on his eyes, but also one of his mouth, lips partially opened, as well as one of his torso and hips, undoubtedly inspired by their many little adventures.

The book now is practically bursting with memories, no space left to add more, which is what made Etienne decide to give it to Jonas this Christmas. He isn't sure if it's too soon, and he really hopes Jonas doesn't find it off-putting.

"Merry Christmas, my love."

[starfilled-galaxy]

I forgot that I was really good at poetry Anyway here's some poems I've written before bc they're fun

Dying alive my Heart is cut by emotion Mind reeling, I'm fine

- Haiku; November 2nd, 2022

Wind blowing The leaves flowing A petal drifts by The ash stained Land strained By the fire from long ago Rebuilding, regrowing Though the process is still on-going It has gone back to its roots once more The Earth is resilient Let’s just hope we don’t overpower it

- Date written unknown

Stars high above Infinite light A breeze blowing the grass The differently colored daisies twirling Everything as delicate as a butterfly’s wing Infinite light From stars high above

- January 9th, 2023

Laying under the pink and orange hues of the sky What's left of the sunset light shining throughout Outlining the purple flowers of different shades A light breeze passing through your hair A petal from your flower crown drifting away Hands held, we lay Us The trees nearby rustle in the wind The familiar sound of nature Cotton candy clouds move across the sky A blue butterfly lands on my empty hand A match to the cool tones of my sweater Together, we rest Us

- December 5th, 2022

Gentle frost Sweet cold Withers her garden Solitude love A lonely moon shines The ancient garden awaits blossom Sacred winter The sanctuary of night

- December 15th, 2022

I twirled around, leaves cracking under my feet Messing around as leaf after leaf fell The sound of the snapping filled my ears Leaves got stuck in my hair, but I didn’t care I could see them staring One of the oldest girls in our class Acting like this, huh? I don’t see the point Make-up and perfume and faking your life Faking your personality and happiness To fit in? Be childish,  Play in autumn like you would when you were in 1st grade But I see the price to pay Outcast Not fitting in makes you an outcast It’s not fun, I can tell you that much But at least I’m me And I’m free

- November 28th, 2022

K: The pencil in my hand O: An extension of the arm projecting creativity K: Letters forming more than words O: Graphite roads connecting time and generations K: It only took one piece of paper O: A paper that connects people K: Through knots and ties of emotion O: With writings that can bring people together K: One person, one paper, and thousands of ties O: Deep gashes coming and going like the pencil from the paper K: The sea of salt water burning them in a way no one understands O: A burning the only the artist can feel K: The price to pay for other’s enjoyment O: Bringing long dark windy clouds with only the warmth of the art K: Careless and cold, I write O: Masterpieces

- Poem collab, my lines were K and my classmate's lines were O; October 17th, 2022

The music It fills my ears Swallowing my emotions in a wave of sound I’m at peace At least right now All the pain and sadness Gets washed away Oh, I know tomorrow it will go back Go back to the same old, Same old But right now I can just lay Lay with my back to my bed Plush in my hand Staring out my window As the music plays The music plays

- October 12th, 2022

[winged-flower]

Quick Info

I thought I may need this so, I guess so.

Hello! I prefer to be called Flower!(Flow or Flowy is fine or whatever you’re willing to call me) Also pronouns is she/her, they/them are okay to me too. I mainly do Rainworld arts and slowly entering Dandy’s World fandom. Although rarely you see Wings of Fire and Warrior Cats art. (and other fandoms i like) I like to write poems as well!

Tags 🏷️

#my art or #winged-flower art - for all the things that are mine

#my oc - for my Oc’s (current ones in RW: #The Angelic rw oc, #Lantern rw oc, #Withering Flower rw oc <> My own character not related to any fandoms #OC: Winged Flower🌺🪽 #OC: White Woods🌨️🌳

#doodle - when my motivation is low or just something fun I want to draw

#winged-flower rambles - when i talk about random shit

#winged-flower ask: [username] - just so I can find you guys or something

About the Art/ Ask request ask box

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What I won’t do: ❌

• NSFW: {❌}

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What I will do: ✅

• Oc’s!: {✅}

• The design and the style of the creature/oc of yours(if I have the ability to do): {✅}

• Ships: {✅}

• Gore :3 {✅}

___________________________________________ • Ask me things about my ocs

• Ask about scugs designs

• Please don’t spam the same question over and over again, and note that I may not answer every questions due to technical difficulties

• rp-ish interactions are allowed!

• please don’t ask anything related to NSFW again I’m a minor

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ONLY DM ME IF YOU’RE MY MUTUALS OR FRIENDS I KNOW OFFLINE, I WON’T BE ANSWERING ANYONE’S MESSAGE OTHER THAN THAT! Please and thank you.

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If you want to use my art for something go for it! I will allow you as long as you give credit

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and the usual DNI thing

i will not interact with:

Racists

Sexists

Homophones

Transphobes

Zoophiles

Proshippers

Anti-Furries(the toxic ones)

Anti-Therains(the toxic ones)

Bigotry

maps(the bad ones not MAP standing for multi-animator project)

NSFW

Anyone who sexualizes minors

Vore things(As in like fictional characters or sexually, average nature vore is fine since it’s Mother Nature’s thing)

TERFS

Excluionists

I do not tolerate people being mean to people who are currently experiencing something bad and in need of help however, I have been growing discomfort from people sending in charities in my ask box, I preferred if you don’t, sorry and thank you

Incest/Twincest

and so on

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also hey! Check out this blog if you would like!

i post stuff with my friends there!

@notarsonists

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I also have askblog for my ocs

@theflowerwithinthewoods-askblog

I’m no longer using my ocs for the askblog however I am using it for some under construction for my sliver plush

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Programs I use! - my phone

- iArtbook (for all my drawings and animations)

Kleki (for school doodles)

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This may update sometimes

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(Stamp made by @voldkat)

[iyla-devar]

A New Mission || Solo

TIMING: 2011, shortly after Iyla moved to town SUMMARY: Iyla's first gala in Wicked's Rest proves everyone is useless, but at least she finds a snack. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Infidelity, Alcohol use

“No, no no! Up on the left side you dip- Oh just let me do it.” 

Iyla shoved her “event coordinator” out of the way, pinning the banner in the correct spot on the wall. Lord, it wasn’t that hard. Sometimes Iyla wondered why she even bothered with coordinators when they all fucked it up anyway. But she needed the extra hands, even if it meant she had to follow them around and fix all their little mistakes.

“There, see? Now I have to go and make sure everything else on your plate was completed to my satisfaction.” Iyla waved the mousy woman away. “Go make yourself useful and bring me a macchiato.” 

Iyla spun and sauntered away, her heels echoed on the hardwood floor, probably installed somewhere around the time of Iyla’s Disaster Ball. It desperately needed refinishing, but Iyla had a soft spot for these sort of historical embellishments, especially when it came to locations for her charity galas. What better way to put her clients in the mood to spend thousands on old, crackling pieces of “art” than to surround them with similarly long-lived decor? 

Auctions and galas and charity functions, they all reminded her of her better life, one where she wasn’t beholden to the vengeance of others, where the most complicated thought that plagued her mind was what wine to serve with the scallop hors d'oeuvre. Sure, she had access to reality bending superpowers, but what good were they if they couldn’t bring her Tomas back? 

Sighing, Iyla plucked a wayward vase off one of the sign up tables, replacing it with the much more appropriately sized bouquet from one of the dining tables. She rolled her eyes. Was it too much to ask to use some damn common sense? This was her first event in Wicked’s Rest, a town so boring they had to create a cryptid problem just to keep them relevant. But this was going to be her home now, and she was going to make her mark. Even if the event coordinator seemed intent on ruining it for her.

In a matter of hours, the room was filled, soft orchestral music the perfect soundtrack to hushed whispers and gentle clinking of silverware. Humans milled around, trying to assign meaning to each of the paintings and sculptures, debating which would be the perfect accent to their gilded toilets or plush living room sets. A few patrons swung by to offer their platitudes, ‘amazing party, Iyla!’ ‘Beautiful, as always!’ ‘What an amazing array this time! Really making it hard to choose just one piece!’

Iyla smiled, the party feeling empty. Not like the lively fêtes she used to throw in her heyday. It was all starting to bore her when she inhaled the most glorious scent: wrath, tinged with revenge. The fury whirled, noting a solitary figure intently gazing at a Willem de Kooning piece.

“Ah, Revenge.” Iyla smiled sweetly at the woman, clasping her hands in front of her. “Are you a fan of Kooning?”

The woman snorted, downing what was left of her champagne. Iyla snapped, prompting a waiter to hasten over with a new platter of flutes. “My husband. For some reason, he loves these stupid prints. Poems and finger paints, if you ask me.” She gulped at the fresh flute of bubbles. “Or maybe he just enjoys things made by children. Or more specifically, just children. Barely out of college. Probably still making finger paint- Oh lord…I- forgive me…” The woman drained the rest of the glass, patting her hair down self consciously. “I’m Darcy, Darcy Coates.”

Iyla inhaled. Betrayal. Infidelity. A marriage holding on by a thread. This could be fun. Not to mention everyone in here had been meticulously hand picked for attendance, they were each fair game as far as Iyla was concerned. 

Coates…yes, her grandmother had been in charge of washing the linens for her ball back in 1926. 

“Iyla Devar.” The fury held out a dainty hand. “You don’t happen to be related to Isobel, do you?”

The woman - Darcy - smiled, a sad sort of smile Iyla had come to know meant someone died. “Yes, my grandmother. Did you know her? I’m sorry…but she passed on about a decade ago.” Iyla bristled. She’d gotten to live far too long. What had she washed those linens with anyway, kerosene? Oh well, her granddaughter would do just fine as far as Iyla was concerned. Sins of the father and all that jazz.

“If you ask me,” Iyla leaned in, shifting the subject back to one that was useful to her. “This series, this entire thing,” She gestured around her. “It’s all bullshit. These people, they spend thousands on glorified children’s paintings, to what? Show their friends? To have them just so others don’t get their hands on them?” She scoffed. “Revenge. The best revenge? Would be to buy this hunk of junk and burn it on his front lawn.” Iyla shrugged, noting the way the other woman hung on her words. “But that’s just me. You might have something much more creative in mind.”

Darcy Coates stared at the painting, her pulse quickening. Iyla could practically hear the gears turning, contemplating just how much she hated her husband. “I could help you with that,” she purred, as if reading the woman’s mind. “And I think we could create some art of our own.”

Maybe living in Wicked’s Rest wouldn’t be so terribly boring after all.

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2, 6, 18, 28, 29 uwu

2. What are you obsessed with right now?

I've been hyperfixating on detective fiction lately! I combed over my entire bookshelf and only found 3 books that would fit the bill (and one of them's technically a crime thriller and not even detective fic proper), so I'm planning on trying out a few Poirot novels in the near future. I used to love mystery stories as a kid but kind fell off the wagon with them as a teenager. Coming back ot them now so long after is really cozy and nostalgic. :3

I also finally saw Knives Out and Glass Onion because of this hyperfixation and I LOVED them, especially Knives Out. Benoit Blanc is my dad now.

6. Describe your dream home.

Something spacious but not like a full blown masion, with a back yard big enough to host parties and a pond with a waterfall. The walls are made of brick or stone and it's got a little tower on one side and a big wooden door with iron hinges. The garden would be full of black flowers and there'd be a trellis swing.

I'd have a room that's a dedicated library, full of dark wood and big cushy seating and warm lights with a dimmer. The door to it would be one of those hidden bookshelf doors. I'd also have a room that's just my art and crafting studio, with big worktops and lots of storage and wide airy windows for lots of natural light. Also a spare bed so if I wear myself out working on a project I can lie down right then and there.

There would also be a fully kitted out kitchen and big dining area for more gatherings, including hosting TTRPG nights for all of my friends. A plush living room, at least one guest room and a bathroom in pastel colors with a big ass bathtub for my goth bathbombs are also in there somewhere.

18. What tattoos do you want?

OOOOOOO YESSSSSS let's see. I want a tattoo of a mandrake plant, probably in the style of those goofy, scrunkly medieval marginalia illustrations.

I definitely need to get a tattoo of a faerie at some point, though I'm not sure exactly what I want that to look like yet.

And I'd really like to get something on my other inner forearm from the Murray twins in Salem, most likely a creepy ass scarecrow or other folk horror inspired piece. That would require me to actually visit Salem though XD

I also have an idea for a sternum piece based on some art from a mausoleum in my local cemetery, which depicts two snakes coiling around an upside down torch with a star above them. That'd be a post top surgery thing, though.

As would my final idea, which I am definitely going to get done, which is a quote from the poem Vultures by Jarod K. Anderson. It'll say "Your old name is not your king/ I rename you 'everything'" right under my top surgery scars.

28. Who's the funniest person you know?

(sweats) idk what you mean all my friends are hilarious....

29.What's the most overrated movie?

OUGH that's a really broad question so I'm gonna take the cowardly way out and give you a broad answer. I think movies being "good" or not is kind of an overrated concept in general. You could make an absolute dogshit movie on a cheap-ass phone camera with horrible acting and an incoherent plot but at the end of the day if someone had fun watching it, even for the "wrong" reasons, then that's all that matters. And maybe I'm biased because I love campy schlok but, really, the important thing to me is not so much that something was "good" but that it was entertaining. If it also happens to be well put together and/or thought provoking that's a bonus.

Thanks for asking my deer friend <3

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Kit Harington imagine part 2

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Friend from seven seas away and seven summers ago visited to return my pin and remind me why our love will never die

He came one day in january or was it december

I dont know. I dont count my mistakes anymore

He came with cold bite northern clutch

He came to wish me merry christmas

But we both knew he was carrying velvet box that became part of his every pocket

He still looks for me in crowds and next to him when lonliness hits, he upturned entire garden and smashed all mirrors in home that is more sanctuary than paradise, but still he hasnt found origin nor end of his anger carved in plaster of fustration peeling layers funny how once it finds soil you can never get to the bottom of it despite being the host. You feed your insanity because it keeps you from losing it all together, madness is not product; its perpetuer that gave name to reaction of defying to succumb to ilogic in matrix, bear the name of enemy trick to outcast the unwanted in system more easily. Am i being too harsh? Who would love me with mindset that sees fire under snow, enemies in parents, friends in taken, home in forest, liberation in thunder, imagination as only religion that can deliver, rhymes as confessions of unspoken sacred poem why you cant see vials are not only way to bleed the person and leave a heart dry cooled off skeletonial construction a churred hull nothing can grow from no one to call it a home. I am exiled from my own heart. ( i listened to others too much and wrote not enough lock picks to get me out of prison my mind fortified around who i am. who are we? Slimy grey liquer they pick apart under microscope or etheral reflection of stars? I have to be more than this materalisation of doomed for failure)

He had big fireplace. We used to sit there on thick plush carpet pondering over meaning of it all. Him drinking, me watching his throat move with every gulp, high on sadness. Mind you, i didnt know david yet, nor his metaphorical perfection eclipsed my every romance thought. Kit was everything i wasnt, yet my stream of conscious always met his; i watched him with adoration that comes when you are exposed to art for the first time. I went to museums before, but I was never allowed this close. Sometimes we would be joined by other fallen fellows. And we would drink for all the lovers who will never return affection for pain of loving them in silence. No one ever cared for my heart enough to show me love can be burden divided. Meeting them, showed me happy endings live on screen and in pages that dont spill in reality that is same losing sanity game for most people. Only reason there wasnt shortage of bandages, was because we were all liars, inheriteted strategies, hiding the wound smilling while bleeding, sooner die than let someoe see. But he saw me.

My best friend alex was dead for some time when my first friend came to our northern town. It was seventeenth day of christmas, harbour cafe bars were adorned in fairy lights, carols were mixing with generic mandatory christmas pop songs down the street, cinamon and clover drifting from patiseries on corners, ships and gullys christms trees wraped at bottom with blanket of frozen sea that will keep them stuck here in this fairytale wilderness till spring awakens with yawn that will run cracks along sleeping hardened earth and everybody will throw away their coats elsewhere in the world but not here, here cold lives with us, in cracks on pavement and drinks served with mittens.

He wonders if thats all thats left of me, if i took it little to literelly, to settle in place and make it home, lose yourself so they like you or go where they are like you.

I never told him about alex. He heard i moved on replaced our love with new friends, and i still dont know if i broke his heart when he told me to move on and i didnt fight for him to stay, he told me to be happy to find another crowd and i let him go like he didnt teach me meaning of patient love.

He was wrong. I didnt become cold. It claimed me before we parted ways. But my past is now under frozen slates of harbour and i would do everything so spring never comes; my past is burried in grave in forest that still sings hymes to my crimes; my past is more me than i am me today. I am ruthless wind he leaves windows open when blowing, because he likes the sound of things shattering, it muffles the wails of his heart that lies in pieces; i am words my father is horrified to hear and in his ignorance that he graces me with calls them bullshit, while i pour my heart out of every truth because lies have pulled the rope too tight around my throat around my mind around my heart i am running in circles so i write write write get it all out hoping one day words will get me out of my head and into sunlight that wont hurt; i am my enemy and i hate both of them.

He was in jacket and his curls were wild and untamed. We met in the middle of the street, greeting with usual teasing like no time has passed at all. Even then i knew time didnt steer him right into my path by pure coincadance. I was mad, you see. My mind tortured by reality it didnt recognize as authority over its wandering nature that seized every moment to escape in carefully created daydream retreat that had its foundations planted on drive home from party where boy with curls another kid that didnt believe anymore in happy endings, got so wasted that he never again remembered how he changed my life with just one conversation.

He had his demons. And i was getting familiar with knowledge they come in various shapes, and that no one escapes their acquantace; he tried to drown them. I never fully understood depth of misery that can carve a home in every surface underneath skin, settle there and dig further into essence of your being, with every hit more desperate to get to the heart where child hides, until alex died and i was left with his and mine demons and they were one and the same; where kit was my tragic counterpart whose sadness and anger matched mine if not in level of poisoning yet, in lonliness we exiled ourselves when we realised we are becoming poison ourselves; alex was romantic notion life can get better if you surround yourself with people who are in sync with your heart, who know not to leave you alone when you withdraw.

Kit knew when i needed silence; but alex knew i needed life too.

He said i left my pin at his place all those years ago and that he thought i should have it back. Or he just needed excuse to see me. He could've gone further north and see polar lights if he needed to feel me.

"i am not going up there again. Besides, you arent spirit yet."

Yet, i bet i haunt his dreams neverthless.

I turn my attention to golden pin i started turning over in my hand, inspecting siides like its not memento i used to keep on a bedside cupboard for years, just so I don't have to meet his teddy bear gaze. I cant afford to go back there. Cheap prop replica from some book series popular while i was still in school. More than a fandom triffle.

Relic of hope.

He carries shadow in his pockets, i have then too many to tell when one leaves me. Is love I stomped out under northern lights, somewhere out there or still in us?

He closed my fingers over it with his and held them there then pulled me in bearhug. He still smells like home.

We walked around town, christmas market and tivoli lights, shoulders brushing, pin heavy in pocket of my coat, Christmas carols and cinnamon in air, I don't remember he ever came to visit me back in day when I was just designated driver and he was the cool kid who befriended me.

II.

"Can i stay with you?" I whisper.

"Always" cookies are brittle i can hear him chewing on bite. Box between us is almost empty. I can see blades of grass underneath plastic bottom.

"I-" I have no where else to go.

"I know."

Ofc he does.

Past remembers its scars.

Your pain recognizes mine

"I left all my words with you"

"I came to remind you that words arent expendable goods."

Now he is talking funny. Like we arent living in the same world. "Words arent goods. No one wants to trade with them anymore."

"You call yourself ruthless. Be imposer, make them obey new rules."

"Its too late for revolutions"

"Its never too late for new ideas"

"I dont want to wait till I am one step from grave to make my name; i want to enjoy my fame. I want to enjoy life, is that too much human asks for on only planet it can survive?"

"Maybe there is reason why no other bio system wants us"

"Do you think they are so inhospitable because we lived on all those places already and ruined them like we are doing to earth, but cant remember for some reason?"

He turns all the way on his side to look at me. We are laying in patch of meadow left behind alex's old house now empty but for couple of bird nests under roof and broken windows, shards of remaining glass like jaws standing on guard clinging on frame warning signs little too late.

yesterday there were six teeth in downstair frame now there are four, three on porch where there were five two nights ago, none left in doors. I count every change knowing damn well nothing will change. But birds built a nest, badger was on windowsill couple of days ago, and branches started to enter thtough upstairs bedroom window that used to be his sister's.

Will his family ever call again? Will they ever know it ruined me to lose him? Will i ever grow bigger than my pain, or kit's tangable grief for my tragedies i make myself go through just to feel something, for who i used to be and who i have become, grief i feel is treathning to spill but he keeps it to himself for my sake, because there is box in his pocket that i cursed, coffin will rot, diamonds are forever, i should have known before i created his burden; will his grief be echo i will never outrun, only partner in crime, whisper mocking my shadow even in darkest places, forever would take to dismantle the pity behind the mask and they would still bring it up in eulogy to kill me one last time; Is grief only kind of tree that will ever surrand me in any forest i run to; i want to pin him to ground catch him off guard hit him until i beat that pity out of his warm brownies and melted choclated chip eyes that were never supposed to be found by prophectic lies my demons spread around, they were never supposed to locate that corner of my mind, my sadness was never supposed to grow bigger than his, he was the one who was supposed to save me when tide got too rough pull me out bring me back with his breath in my lungs, not show up from nowhere one ordinary winter afternoon after no call for years, ghost of christmas except this is the season i love the most, and he came to take away my fairy lights too early, he showed up like some king of north in black tight jeans and black jacket and black curls glistening on icy sun that puts jewels in his eyes, to tell me he is cutting the tie, all wrapped in his sad puppy smirk a charm i ripped away ftom my bracelet and now he is paying me back for thinking i can just kill part of myself without holding a funeral and writing an eulogy worth a dime or two or seven, no one will understsnd i want to tell him no one was there but he thrusts my pin in my hand and choice of words takes me back when he made love to me in one of alternative endings i created by sheer power of will to banish his pieces scatter our sin so he can never again haunt me in all his glory, dreams devoid of his warmth, imposed detachment, and did i save my sanity? I found new faces to finish me, argubly they took up where he leff off, for he loved me too much to ruin me when there was still enough hope i could become something more; all the names that took his place at table, gave me fairytales and adventures he never belived in, respite i needed, my indulgment was my ruination for i lost the grip on anything real, to run away from sorrowful conversations, to dance at parties and be crowned as kings and queens of town of my dreams, but he put himself back together to remind me everything needs to be immortalised in reality if i wish to stay hidden in my mind.

"Your mind is gold pot. Exploit the depths and wonders of your mine. "

"i am trying. Is that why you came? To guilt trip me?"

Of course he lays claim on my royalties. He created me, my madness, this frantic writing that never meets ending, all the ideas and pieces of conversations burried in piles of notes that mount to nothing because my mind is wounded animal running from society on too many places in same time, standing in front of his doors walking away letting myself in after he leaves i lay on carpet he changed nothing room is cold memories are charred coal in fireplace i just want his skin on mine as close as it gets i dont want to be myself make me forget i am real.

"I dont know where you are going with this" crow flew over us, it didn't even screech and I wondered what we look like to her; two bodies sprawled in grass, admiring sky, two skeletons with beating heart and tummies full of cookies and gummy bears, two humans: too big of a bite or not worth the bother?

"You got rusted"

He never misses the beat. "You havent used me in a while"

"There were others"

"You need to stop. This convo has run its course"

"I cant. i promised myself i will finish this tonight"

"Who am i if i dont write?"

He echoes my thoughts then settles with arm under his head staring back at stars above that dont care if we make it or die in sleepy towns working dead end jobs just to get money that will never be enough to pay for a new life somewhere far away where dreams lead the way.

Sky got painted over and stars vanished from outline.

"I am scared kit."

"We all are, kid"

"You wanted to shag me. I am not kid"

"I wanted to marry you too"

"They are all kids, those boys i imagine to help myself fall asleep. They never know me"

"Do you know yourself?"

"Does anyone?"

"Pondering over existential questions is surely not going to clear the picture"

I lost my best friend, kit! I want to scream in his stupid smug face. I want to know why! Not everyrhing is about you having superiror insight to backstage of all the revelations just so you can call quits on all your emotions you dont want to face and call them all bs because you are just as immuture as me and you wish happy endings exist but you prefer to live in pain because you are afraid of change and everyone is loser to you if they care because you kit, you are afraid to love and let yourself feel smth unless you know you can win!

Hello, i am your mirror. Glad we got here finally.

Car ride candies left on seat liquor in veins neon road you kissed me dont you remember we caught a taste of happy ending for passing second devoured by time, am I selfish for calling you out or you are for coming back around just when I thought I was getting better?

"I am scared there will come a day when you wont come right away"

"Past never forgets"

"But humans do"

"I am not real, y/n"

"I am talking about myself"

"Your dreams are entangled with thought of me; i have showed you how it can be, you cant forget what makes your soul alive"

I play with pin in my hand, caress the outlines, ridges and edges, my fingers remember the pattern the hope the comfort

But i dont feel the spark

World is as it is

Empty without my friend

"Here you can have it", i hold the golden thing in air between us. I see top of trees through tarnished circlet, i see myself flying away carried by the winds that tell me of my friend's last words, i see releasing those in my head, i see saving everyone left, i see peace clearer than ever.

"It kept me safe, now is your turn"

Save me i think the world is slipping from underneath me

Why does everything new feels like end of world, tell me i can bring myself with me wherever i go tell me i dont have to leave myself behind tell me its one thing that never changes tell me i can carry myself along until i become the most free version of myself tell me my life is not over yet tell me i am not dead just because things change tell me its just a start tell me i will get out eventually tell me you will be there on both sides.

He takes my head between his palms like he always did, and places a kiss on my forehead, and as i am falling into him for the last time, i find it funny how body remembers what heart had to kill to stop thinking about, shooting all the stars from the sky to put what it wants the most on the furthest shelf away from itself, my beautiful love will my heart when it hears yours finally know answer to why when the path is right, it gets twisted and complicated why then monsters wake up and forest gets dark?

He holds me and we stay that way while world is crying out its last but we know too much by now to help and prolong its death; let it go to sleep, let us be at peace, with new dawn maybe some better world will be born. (in which i will be more than dissapointment)

He knows i cant hurt him, he knew it will take me this long to write it all down, he knows he can come back anytime, he knows my mind is too far gone for anyone to find me....so he lets me go at last.

When the first drop of rain hits his lips, he says "amen (go in peace)."

[hotpinkboots]

HIIIII GIRL, before i request I just wanna say I adore ur writing so muchhhhhh its so cuteee hhh 💖 💖 💖

anyway some rouxls x gender neutral reader fluff for me and my my content deprived brothers?

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~𝕽𝖔𝖚𝖝𝖑𝖘 𝕶𝖆𝖆𝖗𝖉 x Reader Fluff Headcanons~

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DARLING DID YOU READ MY MIND I WAS GOING TO WRITE SOME ROUXLS TODAY AND NOW I HAVE THE PERFECT EXCUSE TO DO SO BECAUSE IT WAS REQUESTED OF ME :D

Thank you so much, I always get all giggly when people compliment my writing 😭 THANK YOUUUU

Rouxls is criminally underrated. I'm madly in love with him 😩

~Enjoy~

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𝕽𝖔𝖚𝖝𝖑𝖘 𝕶𝖆𝖆𝖗𝖉

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~First things first, I HIGHLY doubt he has that annoying voice that some people headcanon him to have....I definitely think his voice is far more deep and charming.

~He is such a FLIRT, though he would get very flustered and splutter if you flirted back.

~But when he gets over it, his ego is boosted even more because of what you said.

~He prefers you to not touch his hair...but sometimes he'll let you. And he might find he enjoys it! But he's still not going to let you touch it unless you throw a fit about it >:)

~His hair is the softest thing on the PLANET it's smooth and silkyyyyy 💜💜💜

~He has so many ridiculous nicknames for you.

~"Ah-ha! Mine own flower! How nice it is to seeth thee! How gorgeous thou art!"

~I don't translate Shakespeare I just write it >;))) MWAHAHA

~He'll call you his butterfly, his beloved, his sweetest of all the peas, and of course he'll call you a worm if you decide to "bug" him.

~Has a ton of monologues memorized to tell you how much he loves you.

~He likes to write poems for you!! In his glorious fancy calligraphy, of course. They're always so heartfelt and romantic.

~Rouxls is so fun to annoy, too. You've been chased out of his shop multiple times.

~He secretly finds it so endearing. You keep him on his toes.

~Keep in mind that he and Lancer are a two in one package! You'll get to entertain Lancer- actually, he entertains you, is more like it. Lancer's a funny little pumpkin with lots of tricks up his sleeve.

~Rouxls is going to force you to dance with him, by the by.

~He's a stupid pretty boy and is quite clumsy, so you're constantly trying to help him make better puzzles (then he takes credit for what you did)

~He IS taller than you. This man is 9 feet tall, an absolute unit. So, unfortunately, you could be the tallest person ever and he would still see you as short.

~So, along with all those funny endearing nicknames he has for you, he also calls you:

~an ant

~And he sometimes feels like being ornery, so he'll lean down so he can "hear you speak" and look at you.

~"Doest this offendeth thee? How humiliating for thee, yond thou art so small I cannot heareth thy voice upon mine own ears speaking to me. Ant! Thou art an ant to me. Speaketh up, ant, so i can heareth thy w'rds!"

~He won't shut up about you being an ant, now.

~Rouxls likes to kiss your hand! And would quite possibly curl up and die on the spot if you kissed his.

~He's a gentleman when he's not teasing you.

~You can always get back at him for teasing you, since he's pretty easy to tease, as well.

~Speaking in terrible Shakespeare to make fun of him or using your finger to boing that extra piece of skin that attaches his lips will offend the HELL out of him.

~Hollers at you and smacks you with a broom.

~"Why, thoust bite-sized monster- GAH! BEGONE, ANT!"

~You both are absolute menaces to society and it's the best relationship that's ever existed

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I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OH MY GODJDIFKSJDJKWN

Also, thank you for telling me the gender preference thingy, people don't really tell me so I just have to guess LOL. Much appreciated, ant!

Fangamer make a Rouxls plush please

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