#rei recycles

[i-hope-this-is-a-phase]

One time I dreamt that Dream came out as trans (mtf) and it broke the entire internet.

Half the internet was lesbians going “no wonder I was attracted to her” and the other half were antis saying the misogyny was justified (????).

Anyway, it culminated in Dream kissing George and the internet calling ‘her’ homophobic and I got so mad I woke up

[i-hope-this-is-a-phase]

Good news! We actually have seen Dream’s wheeze laugh in this video!

just remembered that none of us, including george, got to see dreams wheeze laugh before the drung collapsed. sometimes i can still hear her kettle 😔

[jellyjamheadobb]

ok, so I guess I’m really stupid 💀

I just finished making Burning Spice + Nutmeg Tiger’s girlie over here, and I go check my poll to see what the decided name will probably be and I see I made not one but two?? And there’s two different names far in the lead??? So I have to make a new one. Sorry guys! One more day and we’ll know, I am just going to put the two most popular names in it though to finalize the decision

Here she is btw! I’ll add her weapon later lol

and here’s the poll 👇

Thank you for your patience yall, sorry to disappoint 😔

[historicalreusedcostumes]

This Beautiful coat dress is worn on Carmen Sorrenti as Francesca in Secret Passage (2004) and worn years later on an extra in Carlos, rey emperador (Charles, Emperor King) 2016 and many years later worn on Anna Chancellor as Lady Frances Grey in My Lady Jane Season 1 Episode 3 (2024)

[artblogofanekophile]

OC Redesign: Rei

So it may come as no surprise that I've always loved coming up with characters ever since I was a little girl. Sometimes, it's fun to reimagine and repurpose some of the ones that need some TLC now they're out of my child/teen self's hands.

Rei initially started out as basically a Rei Ayanami expy (even down to the name!) but with bunny ears. I thought I could do something better with her - she worked in a maid cafe despite being a tomboy, so I thought it would be funny to make her a disgruntled barmaid in a fantasy setting!

I also made a comparison sheet between the two designs to show how different she is now; it's always been hard for me to break away from how I initially pictured a character, but it's nice to feel like I don't have to cling to certain elements I feel don't fit or are too derivative anymore.

Thanks for reading through my waffling!

Feel free to reblog, but please don't repost!

[tudorscostumesreused]

This Red dress with Gold in front is worn on Natalie Dormer as Lady Anne Boleyn in The Tudors (2007) and worn many years later on an Extra as Queen Mary I of England Lady in Waiting in Carlos, Rey Emperador (2016)

[harapeveco]

My OCs whom I affectionately call “reinochi at home” since they are exaclty like reinochi in every aspect except they kiss and hold hands bc, unlike Eve, I’m not a coward

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

Thou art sufficient. Thou wilt be chosen.

He tried to open his mouth to speak, but—since none of this was truly real, or truly words—no sound came through.

Something raised into the air above him, which was the first time he was able to conceptualize his position—the object itself was indistinct, white and gold– 

–and then it slammed down, cutting straight through his chest, and if he could move, he would have gasped and seized. It wasn’t pain exactly—or, it wasn’t just physical pain—it was something knifing through his heart and mind, tearing it open, a wave of screaming, howling emotion– 

The spear of white and gold removed itself, somehow, but it left something behind. A golden spike, still impaling him, the area around it rapidly soaking through with crimson.

What was not needed hast been removed. It would only have serve to upset thee.

What… was he… he fought to claw back the shreds of whatever-it-was being taken from him, but it was like grabbing at smoke. He’d been… trying to say something… he was… what was… going on…? He couldn’t recall… how had he gotten here? Why was he here?

This must be… what was meant to happen. If… he couldn’t remember being anywhere else… this must be where he was supposed to be.

He ceased fighting.

—

YOU: What does it think it’s doing! Look at what a mess it’s made, here! This is why you leave these things to the experts—and look at this! These edges are so ragged, it’s a wonder anything’s still there—

US: Well, leave it. There is something there. Mess around with it more and you’re just going to make it worse.

ME: No, no, you can’t just leave it like that… he’s going to be so miserable.

YOU: Let’s tidy up what’s left, at least.

More piercing stabs, these almost surgical in nature, cleaning the ragged edges of the wound, sewing it closed to stop the bleeding—

ME: Hey, don’t just throw that out—

–adding a certain finality to the missing piece.

ME: I don’t think this is a good idea… I think you might do more harm than…

US: Well, it’s done now. You should stop fussing and let him go.

YOU: The Creator better have a very good reason for doing all this. Or else, we, you and I will have words with it.

[righteousdelusions]

One year ago in a fit of rage I ended a long distance relationship, and you guys all know how hard that was for me. But at least the playlist was fire 🤪

[reineyday]

im so sleepy. i have to draw but i am soooooo sleepy.

[i-hope-this-is-a-phase]

George: Dream what are you doing

Dream, at his computer:…taking the “Am I in love with my best friend” quiz

George: we’ve been dating for months Dream

Dream: I JUST NEEDED TO CHECK OKAY

[haine-kleine]

Why does she look like she's 7 yo what is this 💀

[jellyjamheadobb]

oh crap I completely forgot!! since I’m going to be starting on the son of Burning Spice and Nutmeg Tiger, I want to know how I should make the siblings by age!

EACH CHOICE WILL GREATLY AFFECT THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND HOW I’M GOING TO DRAW THE BROTHER SO CHOOSE WISELY!! thank you ☺️

[historicalreusedcostumes]

This Lovely gown is worn in El corazón del océano (The Heart of the Ocean) 2014 on Ingrid Rubio as Mencía Calderón and later worn in Carlos, Rey Emperador (Charles, Emperor King) 2015 is worn two times, First on Bianca Ceausescu as Anne de Pisseleu d'Heilly and on an extra as Lady.

The dress is worn again later on Sai Bennett as Princess Mary Tudor in The Spanish Princess 2020.

Credit: isadomna

[prael]

I challenge you to a 20 minute writing challenge.

20 mins to write something based on 1 item on your left, and the 1st idol on your Tumblr Dashboard.

First idol on my dashboard: IVE Rei. Object on my left: A glass of milk.

MILK

18+ IVE Naoi Rei x male reader smut Masterlist

Words: 1250

"Rei!" You slam closed the door of the refrigerator and make for the one into the living room. "Rei! When the milk is empty, you put the carton in the recycling!"

There she is, sitting on the couch, with a glass full of the stuff. She shrugs and says, "The empty carton is to remind us to buy milk."

"You mean it reminds me that I need to buy milk, because god knows you won't!" You run a hand through your hair, which is starting to go frizzy in the heat and the stress.

"I buy milk all the time!"

"Name one time."

Rei just blinks and stares, like the request is absolutely foreign to her. Her mouth slightly parted as she struggles to find an answer.

"That's what I thought, but sure, you just sit there with a glass full of the milk I bought."

Rei looks down, into the depths of the glass. "Oh."

"Oh?" You're throwing your arms in the air in defeat. "'Oh' is the best you can do, Rei?"

"You want this milk?" Rei throws you a dark, mischievous look. "Sure, you can have it." Then Rei tilts the glass towards herself, letting some it spill over her chest and into her cleavage. "Oops."

"The fuck is wrong with you?"

Rei just smiles that same smile and pours a little more onto her chest, splashing against her bare skin and then spilling into her white shirt. She starts to shift around uncomfortably. "It's really cold," she says, laughing as milk soaks her.

"You're insane."

"It tastes real good you know." She undoes the top two buttons and reveals her glistening skin beneath. "Taste it."

"I'm leaving, Rei." You roll your eyes and make for the bedroom. "You know we can't do this shit anymore. Make sure you clean up."

"Leaving, huh?" Rei giggles and pours some more milk—it soaks into her jeans now. "Guess I better enjoy myself."

"Whatever," you say as you start to walk past her.

"Mmmm, yup, that's the spot. Oh geez, I'm totally ruining the sofa, this is great. It's getting me so wet. So cold, aah..." Rei's soft little moans start to fill the room. "Mmm, shit, this feels nice." She doesn't even look up at you. She knows what she's doing.

But even knowing she's crazy doesn't stop your feet from stopping in the living room. It doesn't stop you from watching, as more and more milk drips down her exposed skin, or as her white shirt clings desperately to her breasts. Or when her nipples push up against the material, when they show through so clearly. Or as she squeezes herself gently through her shirt. Her legs start to tremble. "Oh my god, this is amazing."

Your blood flows in only one direction, and with your heartbeat pumping you can feel all the annoyance leave your head. You stare, and Rei giggles into her drink. The last little dribble falls into her lap. Her legs twitch as the chill goes up and down her body.

"I really, really need someone to clean me up," she says as if she's talking to herself, and not to you, her roommate.

A second passes in silence. The distant voices from the television are like faint static in your ears.

Then the scene fades out as you lose consciousness of your actions. Fades out into a series of rapid stills. Snapshots of time and memory and images, flashing before you: of you throwing your pants to the side, of pulling her shirt over her head, of licking a drip of milk running down her navel, of the way she calls you an idiot in-between heavy breaths. There's her bra on the floor, her hand on your head, pulling you closer to her breast.

Your face a mess, and the milk now a hint sweeter as it lingers on your taste buds. Your hands struggling to unfasten her pants, peeling the material off her soaked skin. Her panties, the lacy black pair with the red bow in the middle, soon to find her ankles. You're tasting more of her than the milk now. Some twisted combination of the two on your tongue, your mouth exploring every inch of her cunt. The taste of her driving you mad.

Everything gets so fast. Time rushing by, skipping seconds in a sequence, one scene bleeding to the next with nothing in between. Everything overlaid with an unbreaking daze. The point of your head buried in her, her arms above her head and clenching tightly on the back of the sofa, and your tongue ravishing her pussy.

Only Rei's voice grounds you from your delirium. "Right there," she cries out. "Right there, yeah, lick right there... I'm cumming for you."

But the experience is a rush—her voice in your head sounds tinny and distorted. It barely makes sense to you, your own mind floating just out of touch. Your nerves are buzzing, and your arousal burns like an unstoppable wildfire.

The room shifts. Not literally, but in your perception, your field of vision twisting and turning until Rei is suddenly on all fours before you, her naked back and ass pointing into the air. Your hands caress her perfect skin, smooth like satin. Each touch sends shockwaves through the surface. You grab her hips, firmly, pulling her toward yourself and closer to your dripping cock, ready to fill her. And in a fluid motion, you slide yourself into her. She squeaks in delight.

Now your focus tightens on each thrust, each motion of you plunging inside Rei. You pull on her hair, gently, as she pushes her hips backwards to meet you. You told yourself a hundred times that the last time would truly be the last time. A lie you keep telling yourself. No matter how much it happens, she always manages to crawl her way back under your skin and into your blood. She's a disease that refuses to end, the toxicity you keep coming back to for more.

Her voice breaks out in an uncontrollable series of moans. Loud, forceful, and totally in control as you rock your hips back and forth. She grips your hand on her hip. "Harder," she cries, "fuck me, please, fuck me as hard as you can."

The warmth of her drives you further and further into a well of pleasure so deep you can't see the bottom.

Her moans become frantic and excited. Your breaths become deep and ragged, and your pulse pounds in your eardrums as a sweat comes to the surface. You close in and kiss her back, tasting her fair skin again. As the pace builds, so too does the pressure well up inside you—a sharp heat inside, about to break loose.

"Harder," Rei screams, and bites her lip as you deliver, you feeling her shudder and collapse as if every bit of strength left her all at once. Her body responds involuntarily to your movements, jerking in time. As it does, it sparks a response inside you. You bury your head between her shoulders and squeeze her hips as you cum—delight ripples and flows throughout your body.

She screams and trembles and collapses onto the sofa, pulling you down after her. You rest your chest against her back and kiss her neck tenderly. You share your heaving breaths and hot, sticky sweat. The room spins. Rei pants and speaks not a word.

In your head you tell yourself, 'this is the last time.'

[tudorscostumesreused]

This Purple gown is worn on an exstra in Secret Passages (2004) and later worn on Irene Montalà as Isabel de Osorio in Carlos, Rey Emperador (Charles, Emperor King) 2015