#posting again just with some colors this time

[stariekis]

He was a fairy.

pairing : uni stu!jungwon+ uni stu!fem reader . genre : fluff . cw : none i think . wc : 3.2K + text

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— synopsis : your boyfriend has a pretty big surprise to you, what if he changed his hair color without telling you ?

— uri's note : oh i'm so back guys ... what a better way to start posting again than making a blonde won au my shayla💔 i'm obsessed i swear :| n e ways i really hope you like this as much as i like it <3 love u all

When you got home after class you saw that your boyfriend Jungwon texted you not so long ago. You answered as soon as you entered the dorm.

You put your phone down and run to your bathroom to get ready. A surprise? What could it be.. Jungwon has always had a pretty big mouth and he was never able to keep any secrets, at least not from you.

And not only that but he also planned a whole picnic date for you, today was going to be and interesting day to say the least.

You choose to wear something comfy for the picnic; some baggy jeans and one of your jungwon’s hoodies. "Well, how do i look ?" — you asked your roommate. She looked at you and mouthed a silent ‘you look pretty’, you smiled at her compliment and hoped that Jungwon would think the same as her.

You took your keys, your bag and exited the dorm for the second time today. But this time you were actually happy to do that.

You reached the park near your school, where Jungwon told you to meet him. You sat on one of the benches and waited for your boyfriend to appear.

Not much time passed when you felt a pair of arms hugging you from behind, followed by a silent ‘hi baby' and a kiss on the cheek. Once he let go of you you turned around to look at his pretty face, the same one you've been missing the whole day.

"WHAT THE FUCK JUNGWON?" — You jumped on your seat, hands covering your mouth. You thought your eyes popped out of your skull.

So that's the surprise. He changed his hair color. His hair was now. Blonde.

He laughed at your reaction, he didn't think that you would react like that at all. Standing now in front of you he took your hands and made you stand up facing him, your face still reflecting pure shock. "So you don't like it ?" — He pouted, his hands resting around your waist as he pulled you towards him.

You touched his hair, admiring how incredibly good he looks. "Jungwon — you gulped — This is the hottest you've ever looked in your life" — As soon as those words leave your mouth he started laughing again and, taking your face in his hands, he kisses you.

"I'll take that as a yes" — He said as he pulled away. After that he took your hand and guided you to the spot he chose for your picnic date. As you walked there you couldn't stop looking at him. He looked ethereal, like a fairy, he was actually a fairy. You swear you just fell in love with him allover again.

Once you both settled everything down it was almost time for the sun to set. The rays of the sun reflecting on his face, you swear he couldn't get any prettier, but seeing him glowing like this proved you wrong.

You were able to take your gaze away from him for a second just to find a pretty little blue flower next to you. You took it and while looking at it an idea crossed your mind. "Baby — You called him. His head turned to look at you, a smile adorning his face making you melt at that same spot. Come here" — You patted the spot next to you. He got up and sat down right next to you, the closer the better, his shoulder even brushing again yours.

You took the small flower and decided to put it in his hair. He smiles at you while you did that. If you think he is pretty he feels like the luckiest man ever every time he sees you, thinking about how he managed to date someone as magical as you are.

Once you're done you pull away, admiring his face. "You are the prettiest boy I've ever seen in my life, my pretty boy" — You said while caressing his cheeks that were now tinted with a light pink blush. "I told you i'll call you that" — he smiled at your comment while shaking his head.

After that he finally decided to close the small distance between you, kissing you softly. He pushed you gently making you lay completely in the blanket he placed under you both without breaking the kiss.

He pulled away, for your dislike. Resting his forehead on top of yours not wanting to be completely apart from you he whispered a small ‘i love you’ to which you answered the same way as him.

You both laid there, the sun was nowhere to be seen now and the sky was now decorated with tons of stars that reflected in his pretty eyes. This day couldn't end better than this.

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[torturedtypewritersdept]

blue eyes + bruises - part eight

✯ pairing:

doctor!rafe cameron x fem!reader

✯ summary:

a tragic car accident looks like it'll be the end for you, but dr. cameron is here to make sure that doesn't happen.

✯ warnings:

mature themes, mentions of anxiety, nostalgia, and fear, car accident, death of a spouse (not rafe or y/n), major surgery, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity back in 2021/2022 and i have rewritten + reshared it here :)

Your fingers danced across the black leather bound table that you laid on, the pitter patter of your fingernails could be heard from the hallway, that much you were sure of. Hannah, your favorite physical therapist and friend, worked diligently, massaging your hips and working her way down to your knee repeating the same actions. This was the warm up for every appointment, stimulating the muscles and helping them loosen up. 

“Where’s Rafe today?” 

She asked, bringing you out of your relaxed bliss. 

“He’s in surgery, some kind of ligament repair.” 

You responded, not pretending to know the technical jargon he had spat out earlier in the morning. She nodded in response. 

“How’s this feeling?” 

She questioned, pressing her fingertips a little deeper into the skin around your kneecap as she worked tirelessly to massage the muscles. 

“It hurts a little.” 

You replied through clenched teeth. She stopped her actions, removing the gloves from her hands and helping you sit up, legs hanging off the table. 

“Let’s try to do your standing balance exercises, three times on each leg for thirty seconds.” 

You nodded, gently sliding off the table and moving to stand on your good leg. You balanced for the allotted thirty seconds, doing your best not to grip the table that you stood parallel to. Once the timer went off, you switched legs and restarted it, the seconds counting down once again. At the twenty second mark, your kneecap went backwards, the stress of your weight causing it to buckle underneath you. It was quick – so quick in fact, that you hadn’t even realized what happened until you were on the ground clutching your knee to your chest. Hannah was beside you on the floor in less than a minute. You watched as she tucked her shoulder length chestnut colored hair behind her ears and called another therapist over to help lift you back on to the table. 

“y/n, are you alright?” 

The tears in your eyes clearly told her that you weren’t and she was worried. 

“What hurts, sweetheart?” 

She asked, laying her hand on your forehead to get your attention, but also to let you know she was here for you. Your eyes opened only slightly and you tried to turn toward her, a wince dancing across your features. 

“Just hurts, Hannah.” 

“Where’s it hurt, y/n?” 

She questioned with intent, needing to know the source of the problem before she alerted Rafe that something was wrong. 

“My knee.” 

You croaked out, your throat fought against the words as they came out, creating an assault on your vocal cords. You sounded much like a bullfrog. ‘Shit’, she thought, grabbing the walkie-talkie from her pants where it was clipped onto her belt loop and speaking into it. 

“Can someone give me the whereabouts of Dr. Cameron?” 

A voice you recognized as Jenni spoke back. 

“He’s in OR 2, finishing up on a compound femur fracture with an ACL repair.”

Hannah nodded, holding her breath before she spoke again, thanking the nurse before putting the walkie down and calling the operating room Rafe was in. It rang three times before Jenni, who was Rafe’s scrub nurse, picked up the phone. 

“Jenni, how long is he going to be?” 

She asked the nurse on the other end of the phone. 

“He just finished up. What’s wrong? Do you need to talk to him?” 

“Yes – it’s y/n.” 

“Dr. Cameron, Hannah down in pt needs to speak to you about your girl.” 

Rafe stood in the scrub room, delicately coating his fingers with soap and scrubbing them as he was taught to so many years ago. It had become second nature in the same way that loving you had. As his brain registered the words of his scrub nurse, the hair on the back of his neck stood – something was wrong. He finished washing his hands quickly and he walked at a fast pace, his long legs approaching the wall the phone hung on and taking it from the nurse, giving her a forced smile. 

“Hannah? What’s the matter? Is my sweet girl okay?” 

His tone was coated with urgency, a call he got in an operating room the day Molly died at the forefront of his brain. Him knowing that you weren’t her, this time, simply wasn’t enough and he could hear his heartbeat quicken as he waited for her reply; the beating of his chest like drums pounding against his ears. 

“Don’t freak out, just yet. I need your doctor skills, not your boyfriend ones. She fell doing some balance exercises and she’s complaining of knee pain at a seven on the scale. Do you want me to send her to get images before you come up?” 

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he waited to hear the news of your fate. A knee injury he could fix, but your heart not beating he couldn’t and he knew that. 

“If she’s saying seven, she means nine — How did she fall?” 

He finally responded with a simple question, but Hannah knew that for an orthopedic surgeon that question was everything, that question told a story. 

“I had her do the standing balance exercises where she stands on each leg for thirty seconds and when she stood on her surgery leg it collapsed underneath her.” 

Rafe sucked in a deep breath, remembering the torn ACL behind your kneecap that still needed surgery. He hated the idea of stripping you of the little bit of independence you had gained almost as much as you did, but he knew eventually it would have to be done. 

“Yeah, have Jenni take her for imaging; mri and x-ray; possibly a ct if those don’t show anything – but use that as a last resort. She had a torn acl from the accident that hasn’t been repaired. The physical therapy has helped her gain mobility in her hips but I'm sure it’s made the knee angry. Do me a favor and don’t spook her with it yet, let me look over all the imaging before we talk to her about it. I want to make sure surgery is even necessary before we scare her half to death.” 

“Okay, will do, doc.” 

She responded. 

“One more thing before you go – will you facetime me off of her phone. I just need to see her for a moment.” 

His heavy exhale let her know that he did indeed need to see you, if only for a brief minute. His anxiety was likely making him spiral, it was likely making him think about Molly; placing you in the same position she was in, yet again or placing his mind in a distant memory of her – a time when he couldn’t be there, just like he was unable to in this current moment. 

“She’s okay, Rafe. You got it, give me just a minute, alright?” 

“Yeah, no worries. Take your time.” 

He said as he hung up the phone, swallowing thickly and wiping away the tiny tears from the corners of his eyes. He paced in the scrub room, back and forth in front of the sink, his thoughts overcoming him. He began to think back to the day just a few short months ago – the first time he saw you; bruised, beaten, and bloody, more bones broken than not. He thought about you laying there, unable to breathe on your own as he kissed your hands in the same way he kissed hers when she was in the same position. Rafe stood with his hands against the sink, leaning over it, realizing that you were like her in more ways than he was comfortable with and the only thing that set you apart from her was the fact that you were alive and she wasn’t. Rafe halted his pace, leaning over the sink with his hands against the metal and after a brief moment, he ripped the scrub cap he was wearing off of his head, chucking it at the wall. He took out his cell phone from the back pocket of his pale blue scrubs and scrolled until he found her contact – a photo of his arms wrapped around her from behind at a party from when they were sixteen. He remembered that night vividly; it was the night they kissed for the first time and though he was a world away from backwards caps and college plans, he still smiled at seeing her like that, happy and carefree and in love. Her blonde hair had made its home against her face from the wind of the water and as Rafe closed his eyes and held his phone to his chest he could still see her, just like that. He wished for a moment that she was still here and that he didn’t have to remember her in only fractures of broken memories, he wished for a moment that she was you. He quickly pushed his thoughts aside, dialing Molly’s number. Oftentimes, when things had become too much after her passing on from this life into the next, Rafe called her with no other expectation other than listening to the sound of her sweet voice on the other end of the line. Today, however, was different. He needed to tell her about you, even though he was ninety-percent sure she was the one who brought the two of you together, he needed to be the one to tell her that he wasn’t hopeless anymore and he wasn’t alone and that he was okay and he needed to tell her that he loved her. The line rang and rang until he got her voicemail – “hey this is Molly, sorry I missed you but I'm probably doing something fun! Leave me some words if ya can and i’ll get back to you soon.” Her sing-song voice penetrated his ears and suddenly he was no longer twenty-eight. Instead, he was nineteen watching her sing bon jovi at the top of her lungs in a college town, hole in the wall, bar. He was smiling at her and for a brief moment he forgot that she was gone. Rafe hung up, dialing it again and again and again four times before he decided to speak into her voicemail box. His cheeks were soaked with tears, his lips trembling and at the sound of the beep, he spoke. 

“Moll – baby, shit. I fucking miss you. If you were here, things would be so different. But you’re not and I can feel myself pulling away from your memory, from our marriage – Moll, I met someone and she’s good and she’s pure and she’s perfect and she’s so much like you and yet, so different. Sarah set us up, can you believe that? I know if you were here you’d be friends.” 

For a brief moment, Rafe breathed into the phone, somehow expecting her to pick up, to breathe back, to tell him it was okay. Yet, somehow without the confirmation of her words, he knew it was, he felt her telling him that it was even a world apart.

“Moll – I don't want to ruin this thing with her, baby. So, this will be my last call. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and that I’m sorry. I should’ve done so many things differently. But, I’m happy, Molly. For the first time since you left, I’m happy and I think I gotta hold onto that, isn’t that what you always told me, sweetheart?”

A beep infiltrated Rafe’s ears and he pulled the phone down, glancing at the screen – incoming facetime sweet girl – displayed across it. He wiped his eyes and straightened his shoulders as he dragged his fingers across the screen and your sweet face appeared in front of him. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Hannah said you were feeling pretty bad?” 

His eyes softened as he took in your form, one of the many t-shirts of his that he had given you draped over your chest and your eyes were bloodshot; you had been crying. 

“I’m okay, Rafe, baby, don’t worry.” 

You choked out the words. 

“You’re gonna have to get better at trying to fool me, baby girl. I can tell you’ve been crying.” 

You swallowed thickly, looking up at Jenni as she pushed you toward the x-ray room in a wheelchair. Your leg was propped up and laid out straight in front of you with a bag of ice on top of it. 

“I’m just worried this means more surgery.” 

You responded and it was like Rafe could see the wheels spinning in your brain, which he needed to put a stop too. He wasn’t about to let you spiral the way that he had only moments ago. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself yet, baby. We’ll look over the tests once they’re done and figure out what’s wrong.” 

You felt numb, a feeling of dread looming over you. Rafe felt it too. 

“I guess it pays to have a doctor boyfriend, huh?” 

You chuckled lightly as the words left your mouth. 

“It does indeed, pretty girl.” 

He replied, a boyish grin displayed heavily on his lips. The only thing you could do was stare at him in all his glory and admire how beautifully and perfectly sculpted he was. 

“Okay, Rafe, she’s gotta go, we're in the radiography department.” 

Jenni’s words brought the both of you out of the bliss of each other’s company. 

“Okay, pretty girl, it’s time to go. I’ll see you soon, alright?” 

“Okay, Rafe.” 

He watched your shoulders droop and he could almost feel the anxiety through the phone as it rattled through your chest and your eyes met your hands. 

“Hey, baby girl – look at me.” 

You obliged, your eyes flicking up to meet his blue ones. 

“You’re okay, baby. Everything’s okay. You trust me don’t you?” 

“Of course, I do, Rafe.” 

“You trust that I'll take care of you like I always have, don’t you?” 

“Of course, I do, Rafe.” 

“Okay, then there’s nothing to worry about. No matter what it is, baby. I’ll get you through it.” 

You nodded, pursuing your lips into a forced smile. 

“None of that, baby. Give me a real smile.” 

You giggled at how well he knew you and how well he could read your expressions. He paid attention – you’d give him that. 

“There she is.” 

He cooed. 

“I love you, Rafferty.” 

You softly spoke, your voice sending shivers down his spine. 

“And I love you, sweet girl. I’ll see you in a little while.” 

He smiled – the Rafe Cameron smile – and kissed two of his fingers before placing them against the camera and watched as you repeated his actions before hanging up the phone. 

-

Rafe’s worst fears had been confirmed – you needed another surgery. He sat at the nurse's station, studying the images of the inside of your knee over and over again, racking his brain for any other solution, but he couldn’t find one. You had a complete tear of your ACL and MPFL which could only be fixed with surgery and he wanted more than anything in this moment not to be the bearer of bad news, not to be the doctor; for once, just to be the concerned boyfriend. He made his way into your room, taking in your sleeping form, your top half still draped in his clothes and your hair a mess, stuck against your face through the sweat that your sleep had brought on. He smiled to himself because he loved seeing you like that and he’d love it even more if it was in the bed next to him, not in a hospital. He moved towards you, kicking his tennis shoes off and scooting your body slightly as he nuzzled his into yours. You quietly stirred, blinking rapidly trying to gain your bearings,  chasing the warmth that your body was draped in. You looked up at Rafe and smiled sleepily, like a newborn baby seeing it’s fist glimpse of the world. 

“Hey, pretty girl.” 

He whispered, moving your sweat drenched hair from in front of your face. 

“Hi” 

You croaked back to him. He pulled you in, laying his head against yours and draping his arms around your back, hugging you like your existence, put all his broken pieces back together and it did in a way. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” 

You asked him, he was sad and you could tell. But, you weren’t sure what was plaguing him. 

“I just looked at your test results, sweet girl, and it’s not good news.” 

The look on his face was somber and you knew what it meant. 

“I need surgery, don’t I?” 

He gingerly nodded his head and you no longer contained the dread and the anxiety within you as the dam broke and your tears began to soak his scrubs. 

“I know, baby, I know.” 

He whispered into your hairline as he laid kisses upon it and rubbed the back of your head. You held onto him for dear life, clutching to his biceps with more force than he thought possible. 

“I-I can’t do it again, I won’t.” 

You breathed out amidst stutters and his blood ran cold. He pushed you forward so he could look in your eyes and confusion laced his features as he took you in, tear stained cheeks and all. 

“What do you mean, baby? We need to do this, okay?” 

“No, Rafe!” 

You snapped. This is what he was afraid of; he couldn’t force you, not really. But, he needed to take care of you in a way that he couldn’t take care of her. 

“What do you mean no?” 

He pushed with a hardened look in his eyes. His features were still gentle, the anger and frustration that bubbled beneath him dancing subtly against his skin. 

“You — You don’t get it, okay?” 

Your voice came out broken and frustrated and for a brief moment he almost smiled. 

Sweet girl, I get it in more ways than you understand. You don’t understand why I need to take care of you and that’s okay. 

“Why don’t you tell me what I don’t get, baby.” 

He spoke softly, bringing his fingertips to your cheek and brushing them gently against your skin. 

“You don’t understand — you don’t get that I just got my independence back and you want to take it away again!” 

You raised your voice and Rafe was shell shocked but he also knew it was because you didn’t feel heard. Molly only yelled when she felt misunderstood and she had yelled at him the day of her accident because he wasn’t listening to her point of view. Suddenly it at all made sense, the parallels of the accident were indeed a second chance. He sat up straight and vowed to change things, to make you feel heard in a way that he couldn’t do for her. 

“Baby, I’m sorry for not listening to you. I don’t want to take your independence away, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. You’ve torn some ligaments in your knee, sweet girl, and without surgery it’ll cause lifelong problems, you won’t be able to stand long enough to teach, baby. I only want to help. I didn’t mean to make you think otherwise.” 

You swallowed the weight of his words and they felt thick against your throat. 

“Rafe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” 

He moved quickly pulling you back to his chest and kissing your forehead. 

“Can I tell you something, sweet girl?” 

He asked, cradling your head in his hands as you cried into his chest. You simply nodded in response, as your cries turned to sniffles and you clutched tighter to his chest. 

“My wife, Molly, died in an accident very similar to yours and I've struggled for a long time with being unable to save her, to take care of her the way that I've taken care of you. So, I just need you to let me, yeah?” 

You nodded your head in response before laying it against his pectoral muscle once more. 

“Rafe, were you working when she was brought in?” 

You looked up at him, thinking surely he wasn’t. 

“Yeah, baby. They called me while I was in the operating room. She and I had a fight, a massive one and she had left to go be with her parents. She never made it out of the city, her train crashed ten minutes after it left.” 

“I’m sorry, Rafferty.” 

You couldn’t do anything other than cry for him and with him and clutch to him like your life depended on it, because it very well did and maybe so did his. 

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[the-crooked-library]

Putting this here because I don't wanna disrupt the main point of the post but another one (beyond the hair color and temperature you mentioned) Jonathan-Dracula mirroring I had noticed! "Then the thin man (Dracula) go and some one tell him where horse and cart can be hired. He go there and soon he come again, himself driving cart on which a great box; this he himself lift down, though it take several to put it on truck for the ship."

A man describing Dracula lifting down his own box.

"In an instant he (Jonathan) had jumped upon the cart, and, with a strength which seemed incredible, raised the great box, and flung it over the wheel to the ground."

Mina describing Jonathan lifting and flinging that same box (this time it contains Dracula)

YES omg this too!! ngl one of my favourite self-indulgent headcanons is that, while everyone was freaking out about Mina and her fate, Jonathan (who spent far longer at the castle being drained by vampires) was actually slowly Turning over the course of the story. By Stoker's lore, he would end up staying human via killing Dracula, so he would never have entirely vamped, but it's just really funny to consider the possibility that he was half-Turned for the greater part of the novel and nobody actually noticed

... I mean, Mina evidently did, but she was probably too busy drooling over his supernatural strength to actually consider that there was anything particularly odd about it sdkjghsdgkjsdgh

[dailypokemoncrochet]

Hello! Would you be willing to share some pictures of your yarn stash sometime, please? And then of course if you wanted to ramble about what you like about the yarn you choose, that would also be nifty 😄

Hi! Here's the latest nice looking pic I have of it from this post that doesn't show up readily in the search for some reason

I've since slightly rearranged my room in a way that makes it difficult to take a full picture of the whole thing, plus the stash itself has gotten bigger and more disorganized, so I probably won't take a newer pic any time soon. It's one of those "I gotta do this before I can do that, and before I do that I have to do this, and before this I have to do this and-" >_<"

And about what I like about the yarn I choose: mostly the colors lol. I really like just having a bunch of different colors of medium worsted 4, but there's some variation in what that size actually means, so I would say I'm partial to specifically about the width of Red Heart super saver yarn because that's what I have most of. Well, at one point at least. I'm not sure if I have more of that brand or the Joann brand (Big Twist) at this point. Also did you know apparently Joann filed for bankruptcy again and might shut down for real this time? :c Which means I would have to find yarn elsewhere. But I probably won't be getting more yarn soon because I have. A lot. Like easily twice as much as shown in the picture at least.

[pixiedurango]

Oooh! Could we see a letter from Teia to Lucanis, giving him relationship advice now that he and (any)Rook are together?

I just think that could be funny, because Lucanis would be mortified, but also taking notes 😂.

Here we go again, the Antivan Postal Service delivers its second letter today. Hope you like it and hopefully I was able to make it different enough from the first one to not be redundant. I decided to make this the follow-up letter to the first one posted earlier today, so there is Lucanis' answer mentioned.

If anyone feels inspired to write the missing letter from him to Teia - be my guest and drop it into the letterbox.

Transcript:

Lucanis,

I was delighted to read that you took the chance to invite Rook for a picnic from that food crate I sent along with my last letter. But excuse me, you had that picnic WHERE? On top of the lighthouse? We really need to set up a visit, this sounds unbelievable. And romantic, dare I say. You seem to do good with that blooming connection to our dear Rook. Maybe you discovered that infamous Dellamorte charme, which your Cousin clearly has over-cultivated and in abundance

Speaking of Illario. Maybe Viago IS a miracle worker after all - even though he denies it. But your cousin is doing quite alright, given the circumstances. Of course, he does not work contracts at this point and is stuck with paper work of no greater significance. But at least it keeps him busy and inside the offices in the Diamond’s belly instead of having him mingling at the casino or - even worse - anywhere else in Treviso.

Of course, he complains. And to an extent I do even understand him - it’s boring and repetitive. Then I look back at what he has done to you, to Caterina and to all of us Crows. If it had been me back then, I would not have had it in me to pardon him. Now after some time has passed, and I found enough calm to think about it, I guess I start to understand, why you and Rook decided how you did - and even if I still despise him and his actions, I will defend your decision and to an extend him, too. But he better not try his luck on that too much!

Now back to more pleasant topics: Tell me about Rook and yourself! You know I’m dying of curiosity and if curiosity kills the cat, I’m ready to hear everything - or die. I already told you, that picnic you mentioned was a brilliant idea. And the catering… outstanding!

You two have so much on your shoulders. The whole team has. But especially Rook. Make sure she gets enough sleep, eats well and make her smile a lot!

I know, you are a gift giver - do I have to mention the ‘Dagger Incident’? I’m sure, by now, you have reflected in depth about the significance of communication along your gifts.

And even though Rook may be a lover of a good blade, just like every Crow - you might consider finding something more… delicate. Less job related. If you can’t come up with anything at some point, flowers are fine but get redundant pretty fast. See them as a last resort. Jewelry seems to be a safe bank, but I recommend not pulling out the real big ones too soon. A pretty brooch, or a hair pin. This kind of stuff. And wait with the gold and diamonds. Silver and colorful gemstones are pretty, too. And less… let me call it pompous. I know you could literally buy the whole world for her, and sometimes you might feel you want to actually do it. Just. Don’t. We both know her well enough that this is not what she wants or needs. Lucanis, dear, I know you are always doing your best and given the person I know you are, do never worry. Rook knows what she wants, and she has a pretty good taste, too. Let me know if you need anything, Treviso is just an eluvian away. Always yours -Teia

[kiame-sama]

Hello! I was just looking at the before and after overblot Riddle. Did the overblot make his eyes change color and make him more pale?

Warnings: spoilers post chapter 8 of HAE AU

Yes. Overblotting adds a black pigmentation in some places, and removes pigmentation in others. Riddle's eyes became a brighter blue and his skin paled significantly along with his hair. The gold of his hooves and horn are more black in tint and aren't quite the same gold they used to be due to the Overblot. His white fur is now a dull gray from the inky Overblot.

Much of the time, Overblotting leaves lasting physical damage that can occasionally never heal. Symptoms of an Overblot tend to improve with time, but it takes a lot of time to fully recover. Physically the cells have changed during the process of becoming Feral and Overblotting, resulting in altered appearance even if they recover from their Overblot.

Riddle is visibly different after his Overblot and that difference in appearance serves as a heavy handed reminder to the Unicorn of what happens when he loses control. He never wants to Overblot again.

[factual-fantasy]

Heya Factual! Hope things are going as good as they can on your end! Sorry it's been a bit since my last Ask, I got sick AGAIN and have been out of commission for a while now. But at last I have returned! Sorry to see your still having some technical troubles- really hoping you can figure it all out!

Also, I wanted to thank you! While I was sick, inspired by your art, I decided to give Sky a try on mobile (just got a new phone), and while I'm still super early in the game, it seems really cool! I'm not sure how linear the game is, but I figured I'd ask, as a veteran, do you have any advice or pointers for a beginner? Anything of interest I should check out or invest in? (Oh, and also, sorry about the color swap disappointments, sounds like a real bummer!)

And lastly, unrelated, I really liked the Pomni and Gummigoo art you did a few days back! I really like both of them together, and would love to see more of their story later down the road! Though I was wondering, you mentioned Max and Chad both stuck around in your AU too! Any cool redesign or story ideas for those two? Do they stick with Gummigoo, or have they branched out over time into the other friend groups?

(Color swap disappointment post) (Pomni and Gummigoo post)

Hello! Oof, sorry to hear that you got sick again <:(( But I'm glad you seem to be feeling better! As for my tech issues I have gotten a new chord for my tablet and have downloaded a fresh FireAlpaca. So far none of the screen glitches have come back and FireAlpaca is working perfectly! :))

Also thank you! :DD I'm glad you liked it!! :}} And while Chad's ref sheet is done, Max's is still in the sketch stage. I just haven't gotten around to finishing him <:/

Now their friend groups.. I was thinking that not many circus goers really vibe with NPCs all that much. So the number of people who they can make genuine friendships with is limited.. that being said I think Chad and Max would find a solid friendships with Gangle and maybe Zibble and uhhh... Ms. Wiggles..? Maybe? :0

Gangle has a soft spot for NPCs thanks to Bella and respects them more than others. So out of the 3 I think their friendships would be strongest with her.

Now sky.. ohhh boy prepare for a wall of text <XDD (Note there is a little spoiler for something in Golden Wasteland!)

Alrighty, so when I got this ask I sat down and made a list of every little nugget of sky advice I could possibly think of. Until eventually I took a step back and realized that a lot of it wasn't really solid advice or pointers <XDD so I cut the list down into somethings that I either wish a veteran would have taught me when I was a moth. Or things I found out too late and missed out on something or anything like that. Plus some advice I've tired really hard to beat into other moths heads for their own good but they never understand me in game <XDD

First off. Seasons, reoccurring events and non reoccurring events. Its important to know the difference between the three for this advice.

Seasons are limited-time themed events that come with the option of purchasing an Season Pass, which allows players to access extra Cosmetics and Expressions during the Season in exchange for an in-game purchase.👇👇👇

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Special Events (also called Holiday Events). These are limited-time events introducing new cosmetics themed around real-life celebrations. Most Special Events recur annually. Some of these events take place in the Secret Area, accessible from the Vault of Knowledge. They are separate from, but may overlap with, Seasonal Events and Double Currency Events.👇👇👇

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Non-recurring Events (or Short Events). These events are special or unannounced events that do not repeat or return due to their special characteristics. This list also includes events that have not been confirmed to return nor have a history of recurrence.👇👇👇

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Alrighty, got that all processed? I hope so <XD Now onto my advice.

1: Collaborative in app purchase items (items you need to buy with real money) will never return. Let me explain.

In sky there is a reoccurring event made by sky called days of fortune. (Its basically a Chinese new year event) Its going on right now actually! :0 This event has come back once a year every year. And the cosmetics that you need to purchase with real money have come back every time too.

However, the Cinnamoroll collaborative event? That event and all of the items it brought with it will not reoccur.

You have to be careful and check every event and make sure its one that will return. If its a collab season like Cinnamoroll and you don't buy the items? They will vanish and you wont have the chance to buy them ever again :( I learned my lesson the hard way when I didn't buy the fox plush and the yellow scarf from season of the little prince years and years ago. 😔 Up to this point the little prince's in app purchase items have not returned since.

This goes for collaborative seasons as well. Season of the little prince, season of aurora and season of moomin, etc, will not have their in app purchase items return. Be careful to know which is which during the event/season so you don't regret anything!

Another note about non returning items: While individual spirits that you can relive the memories of, can return as traveling spirits once every 2 weeks.. any items that the guide of that season offers will be unavailable after the season ends. 👇👇👇

Also speaking of traveling spirits, here's some advice I had to figure out myself. As someone who has every single traveling spirit in the game? As long as you have 200 candles, 40 hearts and 20 ascended candles? You will be able to afford all the cosmetics from ANY traveling spirit that shows up. If you keep a nice candle run schedule this wont be too hard to keep up with!

Also note about traveling spirits. They can take a looong time to return. When I first started playing I bought out half the items a traveling spirit offered before he left. I knew he would come back so I wasn't upset. But it took 2 REAL LIFE YEARS. 2 WHOLE YEARS for him to FINALLY come back. So this is why I advise you be really careful with the 200🕯️,40💝 and 20🧨. It would suck a lot if a spirit showed up that you really liked!.. Only for you to not afford it and have to wait a year or two to see it again <XDD

Now currency. Sky tries to make out that ascended candles are the most valuable currency. This is a load of bologna. By far the most valuable and sought after currency is hearts. You can go and get ascended candles by yourself all you want. But hearts have to be given to you by other players in one way or another. Which makes them EXTREMELY hard to get for some people. My advice is to hoard those things like your life depends on it. Try to have a stock pile of at least 30 to prepare for any temporary and expensive items that may come your way. Don't go and blow them all on the home spirits like I did <XDD

Now candle runs.. a lot of players will tell you you have to do a candle run through the ENTIRE GAME to keep up with sky's bonkers prices. Which is sometimes true... However, I have recently discovered this candle run route on YouTube that has helped me loads! I modified it a little and don't do the turtle thing, but if you're worried about runs that take hours this could be very useful to you! About a week or soo of keeping up with it and I'm almost at 400 candles! :)))

Another thing I want to advise is the whole ultimate reward thing in the home constellations. (Random google images)

The game will tell you that if you ascend all the spirits in a realm constatation, that it'll unlock the "ultimate reward". Which is that question mark in the middle. Typically this means you just gotta buy every single item from every single spirit in that constellation and the reward will be unlocked.

THAT IS NOT THE CASE HERE!! You do NOT have to buy the VERY EXPENSIVE tier 2 capes that some spirits offer. Just everything else. So repeat you buy everything the spirits offer, but you DO NOT have to buy the super expensive tier 2 capes in order to unlock the ultimate reward. Save your hearts, you're welcome! XDD

Now the Golden Wasteland advice. As a veteran I NEED to teach you HOW to burn down this plant in wasteland.

This plant is in the last area before the temple in wasteland. Not to be confused with the GIANT PLANT that's in the area infested with Krill. This is the smaller one after it. And there has been DOZENS UPON DOZENS of times a moth has come by to help me burn it down and not known how to do it. I've sat there for 20 minutes each time trying DESPERATLY to communicate what order to burn the plant down but they never get it. So I shall teach you!

Hopefully that little comic got my point across! XD

Another word of advice is to check out nastymold on YouTube! She is a very sweet and soft spoken YouTuber that plays the beta version of sky. She gets all the updates early and makes short videos explaining everything you need to know about any events or seasons. If you're ever confused about anything or are afraid you may miss out on something in an event, just check out her channel! No doubt she's already covered it and explained it for you so you don't miss nothing!

Now my last word of advice for you is this. Take the game slow. Really soak up your moth days and take your time playing it.

Many veteran players are heartbroken that they let another veteran drag them through their moth days and didn't really get to explore or experience anything naturally for themselves. And other veterans just miss their moth days in general. When the game felt huge and there was so much to explore and so many things to save and grind for.

I don't think I'm like that personally, I'm way more relaxed as a veteran knowing I understand how the game works and I'm not missing out on anything. But I can understand missing those moth days feeling like a kid running around and seeing all the beautiful things for the first time.

So just take things nice and slow. Soak up the game at a nice pace. if there's an event that you'd like to partake in but don't understand it just watch nastymold. She always has a sweet little video that tells you all you need to know without really dampening your moth experience. You can only be a moth once.

Well that's all the actually practical advice I had on my list. I hope you find some use in this wall of text XDD thanks for reading and see you in the skies! 💞🕊️

[totallyanopossum]

Monsters secretary part 2

Mister Draven Oxid and his secretary

Link to master post

Part 2 below, light smut warning

No editing or grammar checks have been done

She gets the job, it's not much different than any other secretary job.

Blah blah we can skip this part right, yeah let's jump to the good stuff.

The building owner lost the building and the tanets got kicked out unexpectedly, she panicked packing up all her stuff and getting it in a Uhaul. but now it's 6:30 she hasn't slept and her alarm to get up for work rings and her crying that had just slowed, goes full on again. She's a sweaty crying mess, she can't go to work like this. She's gotta call in.

When he sees her call pop up at this hour he gets a bad feeling something must be very off.

Draven- “ hello miss Corvin”

Y/N-“ hello mister Oxid”

He can tell from her voice something is wrong, she's been crying.

D- “ miss what's the matter?”

Y/N-“I can't make it in today”

She wanted to stop there but the concern in his voice drove her to say more.

Y/N-“I was evicted last night and all my stuff is in a uhaul, I haven't gotten any sleep and really need a relaxing shower but nether a motel shower or bed would help, I just need some time off while I figure things out”

D- “ where are you?”

Y/N-“what?”

D- “ send me your location I'll take care of things”

Y/N-“ oh mister Oxid no that's not needed I just…”

D- “ please let me”

So she texts him her address and he tells her he's sending over some of his men and he'll see her soon.

She's not fully sure what they mean but can't deny or refuse his help, she needs it.

25 minutes later there's a knock on her window, she rolls it down and sees an overly tall, bold colored eye man in a shape suit, this must be from mister Oxid.

?- “ Mister Oxid sent us”

Y/N-“ oh okay”

?- “ Mister Oxid has set up that I will drive your Uhaul and in the Caddy over there Jerry will drive you”

She's still not told where she's going but she's so tired and done, whatever happens it's okay she'll go with it. She grabs her bag and hops out of the truck and goes to the caddy He pointed too.

A man comes out and opens the door for her, how nice. She gets in and settles into the comfy seat. Jerry gets back in and drives off while the other guy follows them.

At a red light Jerry turns and hand her a paper bag, she takes it confused

J- “ breakfast, he said you liked English muffin egg and bacon sandwiches”

An odd feeling floods her knowing that mister Oxid remembered what she eats, even taking in the details of what's in her sandwich. She realizes this feeling is the butterflies that come with a crush, but she doesn't have a crush on Mister Oxid, right?

She eats her sandwich, ignoring where she's being driven. Only when they pull into an underground parking lot does she realize her surroundings.

Y/N-“ so umm where are we?”

J- “ Mister Oxid has a penthouse here”

She really hates the thought of meeting him while being so disheveled and just hopes he's not there. She follows Jerry up, he swipes a card and presses the penthouse floor button. In steady opening to a hall it opens right up into a grand big penthouse. She's never been someplace so grand, she's awestruck.

Jerry gives her a tour of the place.

J- “ you can shower or nap, just request whatever you need we'll be here”

Jerry and the other settle onto the couch and turn on the TV. She's been left to her own devices and really wants to wash up so she heads back to the luxurious bathroom with the waterfall shower and bathtub the size of a hot tub.

She washes off quickly on the shower then relaxes in the tub just floating around as the jets swirl the water. She's so tired but this is too good and relaxing to pass up. The hot water, bath salts, and scented oils wash away all the stress of the last 24 hours.

Once wrapped in an overly large towel she realizes she doesn't have clothes, she tries checking the wardrobe and only finds extremely large clothes, like everything else here it wasn't made for a being her size.

J- “ do you need something”

Y/N-“ yeah could you fetch me some clothes from my stuff?”

?- “ Yes, what box?”

Y/N-“ blue tub with dinosaur duct tape on it”

?- “ on it”

The guy who's name she doesn't know heads off to get her box, while she awkwardly standing in a towel with Jerry. Jerry doesn't stare or seem to notice or maybe he's just being polite, she still can't help but feel embarrassed.

The guy comes back carrying the tub, he must have sensed her nerves because he took the tub to her bedroom to give her privacy, she's very glad for this. There was no way to bend down and dig around wearing a towel, her breasts are already a bit too exposed like this.

She's so tired, that awkward encounter only tiring her out more, leaving her exhausted. She finds underwear and a shirt and doesn't bother to look for pants or shorts, she's too tired for that.

Once dressed she climbs into the big bed and quickly falls asleep tucked under the plush soft covers.

Draven arrives, his guys rise at his entrance greeting him.

D- “status report”

?- “ we got her and her stuff here with no resistance, she's bathed and now is asleep”

D- “ no resistance?”

J- “ after the sandwich she seemed very relaxed didn't ask anything till we arrived”

D- “ good, you guys can go”

J,?- “ yes boss”

He goes to check on her, he heads towards the guest rooms but gets confused by the lack of her scent in that direction. He follows his nose, it leads him to his bedroom, he peaks in and sees her laying in his bed, looking so tiny, dwarfed in his bed. He steps into the room more and realizes she's only wearing a shirt, no bottoms. He knows he shouldn't look but her creamy white skin looks so soft and supple. The way she's laying and the position of the blanket has exposed her lower back, round ass, and a peak of her thick thighs.

He feels his heart rate pick up and his pants start to strain painfully,he feels guilty it's wrong for him to see her like this. He leaves and goes to his office to distract himself with work and sends emails to his other staff informing them he won't be in today. Eventually once he's calmed down and finished his emails he settles in on the couch.

He smells her scent getting closer and looks up just as she peaks around the corner. She looks so meek, small and almost worried or perhaps embarrassed. But this must be an odd thing for her, such a vulnerable state with her boss.

Seeing that she is frozen at the corner he gets up and meets her halfway.

D- “ how are you doing Miss?”

Y/N-“ much better now sir, umm what time is it ?”

D- “ 10:30”

She's not sure what to do in this situation, it's not that he's a monster or that he towers over her, he's her boss, bosses shouldn't see their employees like this, having just woken up, tear reddened eyes, and only wearing a not long enough t-shirt without a bra.

Y/N-“ thank you Mister Oxid,I… I'm not good at handling stress well and you really saved me on this”

He's nervous about offering physical comfort but tries anyway and very carefully pets her shoulders and back, his large hand big enough to grab her fully in one hand. He takes care to use very light touch, he's worried about harming her, she's so small.

At work they have touched and bumped into each other a few times, but never like this. It was always his claw touching her hands as she placed down his coffee cup. It's cute when she delivers his coffee she uses both hands focused as she carries it.

She had bumped into him before while carrying files and wasn't looking up as she rounded the corner, this incident only happened once, he felt so bad how she fell after walking into him, as if he were a wall.

But now this feels different, tentative, fragile; he just hopes she accepts his move. She doesn't flinch, jump, or step away so he considers that good.

D- “ oh please call me Draven, and it's no problem really your welcome here”

She starts to tear up, she's not used to such comfort and care, even if he's only given her just a little dash of it. Sure his hand is large enough to grab her fully, she's not scared or worried about that, she can feel how gentle he's being, how much care he's taking with her. She can hear the genuine concern in his voice and she's learned to gauge his facial expressions and knows this look he's giving her is genuine and one rarely seen. She'd only seen it before when he called his niece for her birthday, or when he comforted a client who was suing for wrongful death of their husband.

Y/N-“ th…thank you Draven”

Her crying and distress triggers a deep rooted instinct to care for her. An instinct so strong he just acts without thinking through his actions. He scoops her up, seating her in the crook of his arm, he takes them to the couch and keeps her seated on him as he sits. He lightly rocks her back and forth trying to sooth her.

After a few minutes he realizes what he's done and curses himself. She's such a shy, nervous type this move is way too bold for her, he must have scared her. How does he explain this?

He looks to gauge her expression and feels a pang of dred, she looks tense and flush. Oh no he's made this so much worse.

Whoa whoa what's happening? He picked me up. Oh this is high, I don't like heights. Thank fuck I put on undwear, my ass is on his arm. I'm sitting on his arm, I know he's big but this is impressive, oh there's just something about a big strong man who can manhandle and lift me around. Oh no I can't be feeling this way about my boss, fuck fuck fuck. But this feels so good. No, I must stay still, mustn't wiggle my ass on him, even though I bet there's so many places I'd like to grind on him. Fuck, have I lost my mind, what's with this super horny feeling all of a sudden?

D- “ oh Y/N my apologies, my instincts took over, are you alright”

When she looks up at him, her pupils blown wide. He's very concerned thinking he's done irreparable harm, then he scents her and understands her flushed, blow pupils look. he tries to keep his gaze up but cant help but do a onceover of her body, giving him more clues to her feelings, her hardened nipples poking against her shirt, her legs crossed together tightly. Then he curses himself again when he catches his own scent, it's part of his instincts, he releases a scent to relax and ‘comfort’ the distressed.

Oh how do I explain that I just released a horny chemical that's affecting her.

Y/N-“ umm Draven…”

D- “ it's alright, what your feeling is okay”

Y/N-“ but… what… how… my head..”

Oh no ive caused her distress and turned her on, desperately by her scent.

D- “ shh, shhh, i'll explain. Unlike humans I have instincts that can kick in and your crying and distress triggered that. Which is why I picked you up and I unintentionally released a scent that is responsible for your feelings and heat”

Y/N-“ Oh”

D- “ I'm sorry, it wasn't intention ”

Y/N-“ no, no it's okay, just… embarrassing”

D- “ you don't have to be embarrassed Y/N”

Y/N-“ so will the… effects go away?”

D- “ I'm afraid it's very strong and will take a while to pass, but there is umm”

Y/N-“ what?”

D- “ there is a way to make it pass swiffer… by orgasming”

She's lost her words, looks down and fidgets with the hem of her shirt. This is too much, her body is on fire, core clenched, pussy wet, nipples hard, mind whirling with filthy thoughts. And sitting on him is not helping at all. A horny hormone would be fun if it wasn't her boss, a guy she can't go all pathetic, drolling, and begging for dick with.

This is a difficult situation to navigate, on one hand he knows there are certain boundaries here and on the other he wants her to stop trying to hold back so much and he wants to not hold back with her.

She moves a tiny bit and his heart skips a beat when he feels a wetness against his arm.

Oh my. Is that? It must be. If she's already so wet just from the scent she must be in agony, so needy but holding back so strongly, what strong will power she has. If only she'd let loose with me. I can feel the plushness of her ass pressing against me and I want to feel all of her body, to feel inside her. Fuck.

Sorry for the cliff hanger.

Working on next chapter now, hopefully the nsfw art in the next chapter will make up for the cliff hanger.

[villanious-gay-ghost]

I think I've figured out how to let go

(originally posted on Reddit by me, but I thought I'd share it here as well)

Doesn't apply to everyone!!! We all have different journeys and different things that work for us! These are just some thoughts, take them with a grain of salt. If it doesn't resonate with you, then it's not for you.

I've been thinking a lot about this recently because I felt like I'm trying to control too much of my DR to the point that it has become an obsession. For almost three years, I've been doing the same thing over and over again. I create myself a DR with the perfect life, perfect backstory, perfect S/O, perfect family, etc. It's all so perfect and planned out that it has no room for growth. When you have everything, that's just not fun.

Then when all the planning and scripting is done, I lose interest, and it's not getting me anywhere. No matter how perfect these DRs are, they feel distant, unrealistic, and unreachable. They're just too good to be true. I'm sure that such realities exist, but for me, it's not a realistic goal YET because I'm clearly struggling to get there. And I know I'm not the only one who feels this way and I'm trying to come up with a solution for that.

So if my DR is already perfect, then what else is left to do? Nothing. It's not an authentic experience anymore. Perhaps the hardest part is admitting to myself that I don't want the perfect DR or an ideal version of myself because that's what I've been chasing the entire time. The easy way, where I have everything, but it's just not what I want.

I want the human experience where I can find true immersion, where I have no knowledge of the outcome. I want to live, to exist.

Shifting is life. You're not an actor trying to act out a script. It's not just some fantasy, we're talking about reality. But life isn't something that you can plan, is it? There's always something that we can't predict because that's just how it is.

So what is letting go?

Letting go is when you specify only the basics in order to create a grounded reality. You define who you are, where you want to go, create a general idea of your life, maybe who your parents and siblings are, but you let the rest naturally unfold. You don't stress about the little details, you don't make a 20 pages long script.

Put that script aside for a bit. You don't plan your younger brother's personality, you don't plan your neighbor's eyebrow color, you don't plan how many bathrooms your house has, the types of plants your high school biology teacher kept in her classroom, you don't plan your number of friends, or the brand of your first car. You don't plan. You absolutely can do all those things, and having a script doesn't necessarily mean that you're obsessed with control. But if you're like me and that's not working for you, then maybe try considering going back to basics. You don't need specifics to connect to your DR.

It's hard, I know, because we want to be in control and all that. But you're letting go by not trying to control every aspect of your DR. Trust yourself, trust the universe, trust shifting, trust whatever you believe in and let go of your limitations. Create a reality for yourself, a place where you genuinely want to live.

But if you only have the basics, then how do you shift? That doesn't seem enough, but, in theory, it should be. True, you don't have specifics, but you still have the key, the most important thing that you need in order to shift: yourself.

Just lay down, relax, focus on your breathing if that helps. Let go of the details, don't think about them because they're only holding you back. Focus on the idea, the concept of a better reality where you're safe, cared for, and happy. You don't need a method, you don't need to visualize. Just feel and trust that it's happening. Feel the peace and feel the shift pulling you in.

Hope this helps someone. Start open and go living!

[martinbug]

elias in hades

[xxplastic-cubexx]

graph

bonus:

[shroomerr]

Finally, my design for Mysterion!! this boy gave me so much heartache in the process of making this but its ok its all worth it for him <3

I also couldn't choose between the version with hair or without hair, so here's the one without under the cut (+ my initial drafts for his design):

[hootyhoowoo]

A little 15 min doodle but first post of the year has to be Bingqiu!

[lotus-pear]

"feels like we could go on for forever this way.." (x)

[damian-lil-babybat]

'Dead Poets Society' gang

Headcanon that these four drop poetry and literature quotes on their conversations unprompted.

Jason 'English-major-I-only-visit-the-manor-for-the-library' Todd-Wayne

Damian 'I-master-liberal-arts-unlike-you-plebs-PHD-holder' al Ghul-Wayne

Cassandra 'I-learn-English-thru-Shakespeare-as-god-intended' Cain-Wayne

Duke 'only-title-holder-of-vigilante-poet-and-will-cuss-you-just-as-poetically' Thomas-(future) Wayne

[equill]

The Warden

Panel: No escape.

Ok, now just some silly ideas to share (playing around with the au)

Comic 1: Invading dreams

Extra: no thanks.

Comic 2: Unwanted attention