#the colors are so soft and just fit her themes so nicely

[miniyellow5]

JUMPING WITH GLEE... THE WAY YOU DRAW EYES ARE SO NICE🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽💛

quick marie that actually took an hour and a half hahaaaa

[fleurriee]

— cat’s out of the bag ; spencer reid

pairing ; spencer reid x fem!reader

synopsis ; you thought you and spencer were good at keeping your relationship a secret. spoiler alert: you weren’t.

themes ; fluff, established (secret) relationship

warnings ; none!

author’s note ; first time writing for spencer after having watched criminal minds. i’m in love with him so it was only fitting that my mind starts coming up with ideas for him — send in requests for spencer!!!!

main masterlist request a fic

You and Spencer had agreed on one thing when your relationship first started:

“Let’s keep it just between us for a while.”

Not because you were ashamed — far from it — but, because the BAU wasn’t exactly known for being a quiet, private place. The second Garcia caught wind of anything remotely romantic, you’d both be wearing couple t-shirts and getting shipped like characters from a CW drama.

And, it was nice for a while.

You lasted four months.

It started with a coffee cup.

Specifically, the one with Spencer’s name on it, sitting at your desk.

Morgan strolled in that morning with his usual swagger and an armful of case files. He was halfway through a yawn when he spotted the cup and froze mid-step.

“Hey, Pretty Girl?” he called over his shoulder. “Why’s Reid’s name on your latte?”

You didn’t even look up from your desk. “Oh. He picked it up for me.”

“Uh-huh.” He narrowed his eyes like a detective in an old noir film. “And when did Reid start remembering your custom order down to the almond milk and two pumps of caramel?”

You finally looked up. “I… mention it a lot?”

Morgan snorted. “Okay.”

The next day, he walked into the breakroom to find Spencer standing very close behind you, reaching for the same muffin. There was laughter — soft, easy — and then Spencer let you have it with the kind of look that didn’t belong in any HR-safe workplace.

Morgan didn’t say a word. Just walked out with his coffee, grinning.

“Gotcha, Boy Genius.”

Penelope Garcia’s superpower wasn’t her hacking skills — (though, yes, she could probably access the Pentagon with a shoelace and a floppy disk) — it was her intuition. Especially when it came to anything involving hearts, unspoken feelings, or long looks across briefing tables.

So when she noticed Reid texting someone with a tiny, goofy smile on his face during lunch, her curiosity sparked.

She sidled up next to him.

“Who ya texting, Dr. Reid?” she sing-songed, peeking at his screen before he could lock it.

He jumped. “N-no one. Just… a friend.”

Garcia narrowed her eyes. “Since when do you call Y/N ‘sunbeam’?”

Reid’s face turned the color of a fire hydrant. “It’s — it’s just a nickname. She — uh — likes the sun.”

“Mmhmm.” Garcia leaned in. “Reid… are you dating my girl?”

His silence was answer enough.

She let out a tiny shriek, clapping her hands. “I knew it! I knew it! My OTP is real!”

He groaned and buried his face in his hands.

To her credit, Garcia didn’t spill — not yet.

But the sparkle in her eye was pure chaos.

Prentiss wasn’t nosy — she was observant.

So when you came into work with what looked like Spencer’s scarf around your neck and a sleepy smile that screamed I didn’t sleep in my own bed, she raised an eyebrow.

But she didn’t say anything until a week later.

The team had just wrapped a case in Portland and were gathered at the airport. You and Spencer were seated across from each other at the gate, trying — and failing — not to play footsie under the chairs.

Prentiss watched the whole thing, sipping her coffee like it was a reality show.

Later, on the plane, she slid into the seat next to you.

“So, when were you planning on telling me?”

You blinked. “Telling you what?”

She tilted her head toward Spencer, who was sitting two rows ahead, hunched over a book — but not before sending a not-so-subtle glance back your way.

Prentiss smirked. “I was a teenager once too, you know. I recognize the ‘pretending not to stare at my crush’ look.”

You flushed. “It’s not like we’re hiding it — ”

“But you are,” she said, patting your arm. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you come out in your own time. Just… maybe don’t play footsie where Rossi can see. He’s got surprisingly good peripheral vision.”

You genuinely thought Rossi wouldn’t notice.

He was older, more focused — a man who’d seen it all. Surely, he wouldn’t pick up on subtle glances or the way Spencer’s hand lingered on your back a little too long after briefings.

You were wrong.

He invited you both over to his house for dinner, claiming he was “trying a new risotto recipe and needed test subjects.”

The moment he caught you stealing a bite from Spencer’s plate with zero hesitation, he set down his wine glass and gave a slow, smug smile.

“Interesting.”

You froze mid-chew. “What is?”

“Oh, nothing. Just watching young love blossom over truffle risotto.”

Spencer choked on his wine.

You coughed. “What makes you think —?”

“Please,” Rossi waved a hand. “I’ve written three books on behavioral profiling. You think I can’t tell when two people are secretly dating?”

You opened your mouth.

He held up a finger. “Don’t worry. My lips are sealed. Just know I expect to be invited to the wedding.”

You both gaped.

He raised his wine glass. “Eventually, of course.”

Hotch was the final boss.

You and Spencer had been very careful around him — no lingering looks in the field, no brushing hands in the briefing room, no coordinated lunches. You were practically platonic professionals around him.

Until he caught you.

It happened at 9 p.m. on a Friday. Most of the team had already left, and you and Spencer were still in the conference room, finishing paperwork.

You thought you were alone.

So, when Spencer reached over and laced his fingers through yours, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, you let your guard down for just a moment.

And Hotch walked in.

He stopped mid-step.

You both froze like teenagers caught making out on a porch.

Hotch blinked once. “Should I… come back?”

You yanked your hands apart. “No! We were just — ”

“Finishing paperwork,” Spencer blurted. “Very platonically.”

Hotch raised a brow. “You were kissing her hand.”

Spencer blinked. “Right. Well… not that platonically.”

There was a long pause.

Hotch sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Just — no PDA at crime scenes, okay?”

You both nodded, mortified.

As he left, you could swear you saw him smirk.

You didn’t plan to tell everyone. At least, not in one grand announcement.

But the BAU had other plans.

It happened during a rare, sunny weekend BBQ hosted at Rossi’s estate. Everyone was scattered across the lawn — beer bottles in hand, kids running around, music playing.

You were helping Garcia string lights along the fence when she casually said, “So, when are you and Reid going to make it official-official?”

You nearly dropped the string of lights. “What?”

She pointed. “Oh, don’t play coy, sweet pea. Everyone knows.”

You blinked. “Everyone?”

Morgan, walking by with a burger, grinned. “Oh yeah. We’ve had bets running for weeks.”

Prentiss added, “Morgan owes me twenty bucks. I said you’d crack before Valentine’s Day.”

Rossi raised his glass. “Cheers to the happy couple.”

Even Hotch gave you a nod that could only be described as… warm.

You turned to Spencer, who looked equally horrified and relieved.

“They all know?” he whispered.

You nodded. “Apparently for a while.”

Garcia beamed. “What gave it away? Everything.”

You and Spencer exchanged a look.

Then you both laughed — loud, breathless, incredulous.

So much for secrets.

Later, as the party mellowed into dusk and someone lit a bonfire, Spencer pulled you close beneath the string lights.

“Do you think it’s weird… that I’m kind of relieved?”

You looked up at him. “Relieved they found out?”

He nodded. “Yeah. It’s like… I don’t have to keep something good hidden anymore.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re not something I want to hide, Spencer.”

He looked at you then, all soft eyes and quiet awe.

Even in a team of profilers, even under the most watchful eyes — you and Spencer had managed something rare.

A love worth noticing.

[nlvrr]

CHEERLEADER | jude bellingham

summary: you go to your new boyfriend’s football game to support him which leads to an abrupt hard launch to your relationship.

warnings: fluff, implied sexual themes

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

chapter 1 , game day at madrid

the mirror in front of you felt like a stranger as you studied your reflection. you hadn’t worn a jersey in years, let alone go to one. but today was different. it wasn’t just any jersey. It was your boyfriend, jude’s. his number 5 stretching across your back. you’d seen him wear it with pride countless times, but wearing it now felt… strange, in the most exciting way possible.

“is this really happening?” you muttered to yourself, tapping the fabric against your chest. with a soft sigh, you slid it on, the oversized fit swaying gently with each movement. you gaze shifted to your reflection in the full-length mirror. nervous but excited. ready but not sure at the same time.

another buzz from your phone startled you as you slipped on a pair of sneakers. jude’s name with a tiny heart next to it flashed across the screen. his text made your heart beat a little faster.

“are you ready? im about to hit the field. can’t wait to finally see you here.”

your fingers shook slightly as you typed back.

“i’m almost there. so ready to cheer you on.” you felt a flush on your cheeks after you hit send. it felt surreal saying “your boyfriend,” even in a text. her had quickly become the one constant in your life, his sweet laugh, the way he cared for the smallest details…

you grabbed your bag, pausing in the doorway for a second. how are you supposed to feel? nervous? exited? confident?

the drive felt like a blur, as if the whole world was moving too quickly. the closer you got to the stadium, the louder the noises outside became. the fans. the tailgate parties. everywhere you looked, people were wearing the same jerseys, hats, and scarves. the bright glow of neon banners and screens teased you. the overwhelming sound of cheering from stadium-goers carried through the streets.

once you parked, the walk toward the place jude calls home seemed to drag on forever. the pulse in your neck mimicked the beat of the cheering fans.

the stadium towered above you, all sharp edges and glaring lights. the crowd was a moving sea of colors, shouts of anticipation weaving into the heartbeat of the city. you pulled the jersey tighter around yourself as you threaded through the bustling fans, their excited energy contagious.

finally stepping into the grand stands, you were hit with an overwhelming view of the field. rows upon rows of perfectly manicured green stretched out before you, floodlights making the blades of grass look almost unreal. the smells of all different aromas took over your nose, the freshly cut grass, the smell of fireworks due to a pregame celebration and the mix of different foods. it was oddly comfortable.

your phone buzzed again. jude.

“where are you?”

you smirked, thumb tapping away quickly.

“somewhere cheering you on, superstar. don’t worry. I’m hard to miss.”

sliding your phone into your bag, you found your seat. It was closer to the sidelines than you’d expected, almost perfect for catching every move he made. the players were warming up already, and even from afar, you could see jude, easily recognizable in his number five jersey.

it felt like he sensed your gaze before he spotted you. he jogged to the sideline, loosening up with a final stretch, before sneaking a glance toward the stands. the second his eyes landed on you, his smile softened and he lifted his arm to give you the smallest wave. you grinned, lifting your fingers in a shy little wave back.

“nice jersey!” someone yelled beside you, clearly spotting his name on your back. you turned, cheeks heating up slightly. “i guess we know which team you’re rooting for,” the older man added, laughing lightly as you nodded.

“you could say I have a favorite player,” you joked back.

jude, watching from the field, probably noticed your flustered reaction because he ducked his head with an amused shake of his own, clearly proud of himself. this was quickly interrupted with a punch from one of his teammates and he laughed, running to the bench to talk to his coach. a warmth bloomed in your chest; he was yours, and there was something special about seeing him in his element.

-

the energy in the stadium was electric—the fans roaring, chanting jude’s name as his goal decided the match. your voice was already hoarse, throat tight with excitement as you cheered your heart out. as the final whistle blew, jude’s arms shot up in victory, and before you knew it, you were being nudged and congratulated by fans around you who assumed you were just another supporter.

moments later, when players were wandering closer to the sidelines again, jude found you with his eyes and mouthed something exaggerated and teasing, tapping his jersey. you squinted, trying to read his lips. Nice shirt.

your rolled your eyes playfully, laughing as you motioned for him to get back to celebrating with his team. still, the moment lingered between you two like it carried a weight only the two of you could understand.

-

the tunnel was chaotic. a mix of buzzing fans, random staff members weaving through, and reporters darting around like vultures hunting for prey. your leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching it all, trying to keep a low profile. it wasn’t exactly your scene, but you’d been waiting for jude to finish his interview with the media.

and then, there he was, fresh from the match, looking exhausted but that usual cocky grin still plastered on his face. His messy hair and shirt sticking to his skin only added to the scrappy-but-charming vibe. when his eyes landed on you from across the chaos, his whole demeanor shifted—like he’d spotted his favorite person in the crowd. his lips curved into that easy grin, and for a moment, the madness around him seemed to fade.

you leaned off the wall with a grin of your own. "you took your sweet time," you teased, eyebrow raised.

he walked up with an exaggerated slow pace, clearly enjoying how much he could mess with you. “miss me already?”

“do i look like i’m dying to see you?” you smirked, folding your arms.

he leaned in, ignoring the close group of reporters nearby, giving you an exaggerated look like really?“come on. You can’t tell me you’ve survived this long without me.”

“oh, i’m surviving.” you gave him a playful shove. “i’m just bored, that’s all.”

just as he opened his mouth to reply, a couple of reporters, catching sight of him walking toward you, began to rush forward. jude, always quick to pick up on what was happening, straightened up and snapped into his public persona. he gave you a wink before he turned toward them with a practiced, easy smile.

“jude! congrats on the win! what an assist, yeah? could you tell us how you’re feeling about this season?”

“happy with how things went today,” he said smoothly, giving his usual ‘team-player’ response. but there was that familiar distance in his voice, like he wasn’t entirely present. it was clear, he’d answered these questions a hundred times before.

another voice interrupted. “and who’s that with you? a new girlfriend, jude?”

you could practically feel the moment hanging in the air between you both. A new girlfriend?

his smile remained, but there was a subtle shift in his body language, and then, he slid in front of you just a little, instinctively protecting your space. his tone didn’t change, but there was an edge to it. “that’s enough questions for today, yeah?”

the reporters, not willing to give up, pushed a few more questions. your could hear snippets but the responses turned into a blur. jude kept the conversation light, answering in the most polished, public-friendly way, as if this moment didn’t matter much to him.

with the last camera flash blinding you, jude’s hand brushed your lower back gently, urging you to walk toward the car park. the overwhelming weight of the attention felt like it was fading, but a few lingering reporters took notice. it only took a second, and before you could even fully process what was happening, you heard a sharp click behind you.

a photographer had snapped a picture—the kind that could get recycled into another stupid article. your barely registered it, your heart racing, more than a little annoyed by how easily they caught the moment. your gaze shot to jude, who paused and glanced back.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath, but the words barely had time to leave his lips before he took a deep breath and leaned in close to you, turning his attention back to you instead. “its the game, babe,” he said in a quiet, dry tone.

you shook your head, trying to calm the mild irritation swelling inside of you. “i don’t like being the game.” your eyes stayed ahead, trying to put as much distance between the scene and the cameras.

“tell me about it.” her nudged you playfully with his elbow. “you’re the mysterious new girlfriend, huh? how’d that for a headline?”

“thats what they’re going with?” you raised an eyebrow as you both stepped into the quieter car park, finally leaving the madness behind.

he shrugged, walking with easy strides beside you. “they’ll spin it any way they can. but it’ll keep them happy for a while.”

you shot him a teasing look. “of course, you’d be the one to feed the drama.”

"drama’s where the fun’s at." he smirked. "but you look good in a headline. guess that's not all bad."

you rolled your eyes to jude’s playful teasing that still managed to make you smile as you arrived to the car.

jude leaned in and opened the car door for you, his fingers brushing lightly against the edge of the frame as he did. there was an effortless ease to his movement, a silent promise in his quiet gesture.

“thank you," you said, your voice softer as you climbed into the seat, trying to shake off the feeling of being thrust into the chaos.

jude lingered for a second longer, and you could feel his gaze on you as you settled. he stepped in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “ill meet you at your apartment after i’m done with the guys," he said, voice lowered, the playful tone gone as something more genuine replaced it. "shouldn’t be too long, but i’ll text you when i’m on my way.”

you raised an eyebrow, giving him an amused look. “you sure about that?”

his lips curled into his signature grin, all cockiness and charm. “would i lie to you?”

“guess I’ll find out.” the words were playful, but there was something else there, a curiosity—you hadn’t expected the weight in his voice just now.

he seemed to read it, his eyes searching yours for a moment, then it was like a switch flicked—he was closer, too close to ignore. without another word, he gently cupped your face with one hand, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek. the sudden proximity caught your breath, the playful tension shifting into something more electric.

he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours.

the kiss was slow, teasing, barely more than a graze at first. his lips were warm, fitting perfectly against yours, but it was the intensity of it—how everything else in the world blurred out of existence for just that second—that left you breathless. when he pulled away, your chest tightened with the weight of his absence.

there was that teasing glint back in his eye, but it was clouded by something deeper, a promise unspoken. “see you soon,” he said, his voice low, husky.

you swallowed, struggling to push the immediate need rising inside of you down. That kiss hadn’t been long enough infact, it was far from it. and now, that familiar longing was twisting inside you, making your mind whirl.

jude shut the door gently, the final sound of his footsteps echoing in the distance before you were left in the car, the car engine humming softly in your ears.

one kiss. It hadn’t even lasted a full minute, but it was enough to leave you wanting more.

and you couldn’t help but wonder just how much more he’d be willing to give.

—

a/n: lmk if i should continue this! im not too sure but definitely could expand it

[teopatra]

What makes you pretty? Pick a pile/card (PAC)

Teehee happy libra ♎️ season, the prettiest season

Top left: mulatto // bottom left: justa (@justuh-IG)

Top right: crystal westbrooks // bottom right: chan (@trapezoidmouth-IG)

��On October 3rd, he asked me what day it is…”🤭

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Latto🖤🤍 (top left)

🖤keywords: glam, mixed , clean cut, dark feminine, vixen, sports illustrated

🤍I checked on Latto’s chart and her sun is 0° Capricorn and she has a lot of Sagittarius, Capricorn, and Aquarius influence. what makes you pretty off first glance is the size or shape of your bum bum lol it’s very plump and your skin and lips are soft looking. This makes people want to touch you and if you happen to attract people who are coarser with you or [TW] stalker-y then that’s why. The shade of your complexion also makes you pretty also.

🖤 You are probably considered getting work done to some part of your body or you could have already gotten work done; if not, then this is your sign. Whether the work you seek to get done to your body is cosmetic or not, you want to improve your body for your mental or physical health. You like to stay healthy and focus on beauty a lot.

🤍 you have very stern, strong, and structured features like a very nice smile, nice teeth, white teeth, or dimples. You may have a square shaped face or a heart shaped face with a small forehead or widows peak.

🖤 dark hair probably looks best on your but diff hair shades suit you and you can really pull off any color. If you like to wear your hair down it’s very feminine and gives me typical cheerleader trope with flowy or bouncy hair. If you wear your hair up it accentuates your ears, neck, and shoulders

🤍 what makes you even prettier than most not to compare but you’re a chamelon. With the theme of Lotto this is fitting because her stage name USED to be Mulatto but the term is technically derogatory, but the meaning is a mixed race person. Even tho I’ve mentioned multiple or specific races in other piles, n this group the mixing of energies makes you able to pull off multiple aesthetics. You’re definitely ambiguous and most of you are mixed, but not all of you. For those of you who are full breed you probably have a feature that isn’t likened to your race for example if you’re black you may have really fine or straight hair maybe even a very loose curl pattern. I’m even getting some of you are bald maybe you are diagnosed from alopecia (at first I said suffer from alopecia, but I changed it bc although this is a disease that is hard to deal with , I don’t want to use the word suffer bc you are so inspiring and influential to others despite the hardship you endure with this health challenge. Stay strong loves you’re very beautiful.)

🖤 what makes you pretty is your ability to control your emotions and think rationally. Being focused and goal oriented are traits that can make you prettier bc people can see that you take yourself seriously. You are able to make something out of nothing and even n the toughest situations you know what to do. Your resourcefulness makes you pretty bc it shows your wit and survival skills. You’re an innovative person in the way you maneuver thru life and you don’t rely on others to make things happen for you

🤍 what makes you pretty is how sought after you are. A lot of people demand your presence and want to be around you; most finding you to be attractive, but even if they aren’t looking to seek you romantically, a lot of them want to work with you just to have a reason to be around you. In matters of a classroom environment, others may want you to be their partner or study with them. Being around you gives others confidence and makes them feel important bc of how pretty you are. It sounds shallow only to a small minded person bc your beauty is of God’s craft. Your features are sharp yet symmetrical, making you a model of many facets.

🖤 your jaw line makes you pretty which makes me think of mercurial energy like people watch your mouth when you talk or people love your teeth and if you see people looking at your mouth during a conversation that’s why lol don’t feel awkward about it. People hang onto your every word lol you may have an accent and even tho you’re pretty you speak sternly and alot of times you tend to be sarcastic and people may find this intimidating bc they can’t tell if you’re serious or playing. they don’t know when to laugh lmao you make people feel awkward bc you have queen energy that’s like when she says jump I’m supposed to jump but idk how high to jump and I don’t want to look stupid lol. People are not afriad of you bc they feel comfortable in your energy but their afraid of how you may perceive them. People can’t help but compare themselves to you but in a good way, like if you wear a bow in your hair then when someone goes to the mall and sees sowmthing similar to what you wore like that bow they’ll get it just bc it reminds them of you and how pretty it looked when you wore it. You have that “effect”.. idk if I’m supposed to use affect or effect lol

🤍 but that’s another reason why people find you pretty bc even tho you take life seriously you don’t take YOURSELF too seriously. You’re effortlessly pretty like yea you like to dress cute and look put together, but honestly you don’t try too too hard. You’re a very simple girl but you’re about your business. It may make you sad sometimes that you may make jokes but you have dad humor so it goes over a lot of peoples heads lol. You’re especially pretty to people a lot older than you bc of your maturity and wisdom and those a lot younger than you bc you give them cougar energy even tho you’re not that old ( you could be), but to them if they were to have a crush on an “older” (than them) women you would be that gworl.

Xoxo

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Justa 💕 (bottom left)

💕keywords: shapes, coquette, dainty, fairy, girly, (divine) feminine, pink, fresh, spring, winter

💕 pretty Justa is a libra sun and she is Indonesian and black. But what makes you pretty is your charm, wit, and feminine energy. When you’re pretty but not intimidating yet alluring n a way that draws people in bc you’re down to earth it hypnotizes people. You probably are clumsy or may move kind of fast, you’re the type to stubble or drop something when you’re walking out the door but don’t get it twisted you’re ALWAYS prepared. You are a triple threat (song, dance, AND act model as well) and that makes you pretty bc your talents are your hobbies and your favorite things so you shine.

💕 you’re just a girl (no pun intended) and this makes you even prettier bc to men you’re like a damsel in distress and you may or may not realize this but you attract the same gender as well even if those people aren’t normally attracted to their own gender, but it’s something about you like siren energy that gets people lost in your eyes. You have a seductive quality without trying but it’s the way the tone of your voice rises and falls. Your voice probably doesn’t match your face and that makes you pretty too bc it’s a shock factor and makes people hooked to your every word.

💕 you have no problem tapping into your dark feminine energy it’s giving me Xtina and old school 90s video vixens who are just hot for existing. Everyone wants to look like you but they can’t seem to do it quite like you bc of the features you possess esp if you’re mixed with multiple things and if you aren’t I’m hearing it’s your eyes, you probably have cute little eye bags not the scary dark ones lol but the plump ones like a baby that give you an innocent quality. How can you be so innocent, fresh, and young looking, yet sexy and seductive at the same time.

💕 you combat your sexiness by wearing girly girly stuff like coquette theme and you don’t show too much skin for the most part you’re actually modest but you give a little tease like an off the shoulder shirt revealing your collar bone or a deep plunge revealing your cleavage and bust line, or a skirt with a slit or cam micro mini revealing thigh (tbh you prob love short skirts but wear tights or leggings under) . What makes you pretty is that people would take your Instagram pictures to their cosmetologist, esthetician, or surgeon as reference. I’m getting even trans or boys who want to identify as women want to look like you bc you’re the epitome of pretty but not mainstream pretty. You have an exotic look that was probably too sexy for mainstream media, pop culture, and magazines. Some of you either have dark features OR the opposite like striking blonde hair and blue eyes and if not you could potentially look great with the opposite like if you have dark hair you’d look just as pretty with highlights or colored contacts.

💕 it’s almost scary the type of pretty you are bc people can’t help but stare at you to the point it’s rude but the way you look people have never witnessed before. Have you ever seen a gorgeous person n public randomly and it gave you a boost of energy or confidence like wow I’m n the same room as that person we must have sowmthing n common. What also makes you pretty are your mannerisms, if you’re a clutz while you’re rushing out the door, once you get yourself together I’m seeing you being very calm and controlled almost too controlled which is another reason they stare bc they can’t tell if you’re real even tho it’s quite obvious you aren’t a mannequin lol but you aren’t seen on your phone too much n public, when you’re alone you take lots of selfies and that makes you pretty bc of the self archives you have. You may do your own photo shoots n private for your socials and it’s like you have an arsenal. You probably wear a lot of black and or white with accents of pink or blue. You dramatize doll makeup with lash extensions or loads or mascara, lip plumper, and blush to make you seem flushed or embarrassed.

💕the mannerisms you posses that make you pretty are your ability to stand up straight and very still for long periods of time bc most likely you’re very focused on your surroundings taking n the ambience while others are taking you in as well. This gives me high priestess vibes bc you’re able to bask n the moment and be very present and understand the spiritual significance of the moment in time you’re in. People can see this wisdom and innate understanding when they look at you bc they see your gears moving.

💕 you look like a little doll but people don’t feel the urge to possess you or dominate you, men ofc would love to have you like a little girl would love to have a pretty doll on her shelf, but you have strong Yang energy or feminine energy that makes a man want to be balanced with you. You make men straighten up or fix their hair or clothes, you can make the manliest man blush or have sweaty palms and even stumble over his words bc there’s a depth to your eyes yet looking into them is almost like looking into the eyes of a porcelain doll. You’re often very hard to read and this makes you pretty bc nowadays a lot of girls can give off pick me energy and have no mystery to them. You aren’t overly mysterious but there’s more to you that meets the eye and it’s apparent that you’re talented in the arts whether it be that you’re a great vocalist, maybe even a poet or public speaker.

💕 it makes you pretty that you’re very involved whether that be n the community or taking your hobbies serious as in professionally. If you’ve considered going to art or fashion school or moving to a major city that’s known for music or fashion then do that bc it’s a part of your destiny. I’m seeing that wearing half up half down is very pretty on you. Your hair may be very straight and hard to curl I seen you have tried to curl it but it takes lots of products and afterwards your hair just feels heavy and greasy and all you wanna do is wash it and start over with a fresh flowy blowout. If you’re considering dying your natural hair maybe try weave alternatives first like a wig or tape ins. Esp if you’re into theatre and acting skits, don’t change your look too drastically bc with todays resources you can get a nice makeover without it being permanent.

💕 I’m skipping around about here n this group but back to community involvement, this makes you pretty bc it shows you’re not selfish like most pretty people are assumed to be. You don’t just have a maternal nature but you also have a leadership quality that allows people to trust you, you’re almost like an angel to people bc not only are you pretty but you’re sweet as molasses. You have a strong personality and this makes you pretty bc it shows that you know what you want and where you’re headed, you’re a one (wo)man band who doesn’t mind involving others along for the ride. You may have not been Regina George popular but you’re popular n the way that everyone knows you and they don’t mind indulging n a quick chat with you every few passings. You’re really pretty in jeans and boots. Esp winter and fall apparel like a winter American girl dollie lol

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Crystal 💙 (top right)

💙 keywords: passionate, resourceful, loved, loving, gentle, flower child, bohemian

💙 she is mixed with black, Native American, Mexican, creole, and some Asian descent. She is a Pisces sun but I mistook her for a cancer. When I looked at her chart she had a LOT of fire energy which I was slightly surprised by because on her social media she doesn’t usually talk or SAY much she’s more of a re-poster.

💙 it’s pretty when you try to tan or go outside in the sun bc for some reason your face may not tan much or stay tan for long but the rest of your body including your neck stays darker than your face

💙 if your hair is big that is bold and makes you stand out even if you’re introverted or shy and you may always wonder why people talk to you when you may not feel mentally prepared to engage in conversation but your hair draws people in if you were ever wondering. The thickness or length of your hair makes people want to get a closer look bc of the contrast from your hair color and pale face. Browns and blondes can look the best on you whereas darker colors like black hair and dark browns can make you looked washed out.

💙 you may not wear a lot of makeup which makes you extremely pretty bc you probably indulge in a lot of skincare or maybe you wear makeup that looks so natural as if you’re not wearing any like a boy beat makeup look that isn’t full coverage but accentuates your natural beauty features, try to only wear mascara, lip gloss and stain, and blush. There’s almost no color match for your skin youd have to mix at least 2 or more shades to get your right skin match bc you have different undertones esp once you go out in the sun. This could be due to you being multiple ethnicities.

💙 your mouth is pretty expect people probably never see your teeth bc don’t smile with them and you could be shy about showing your teeth or being overly expressive. Having too many emotions in public can make you feel embarrassed which is cute to others bc it makes you come off as mysterious. You remind me of tangled how her hair is always in your face, your hair is like a curtain shielding and protecting you from the outside world but ofc that only makes people more curious

💙 I feel like tones of chestnut brown like Ariana grande brown hair tone or auburn and reds suit you, also maybe thinner or natural brows. Try mascara instead of lashes and if you don’t wear either mascara could elevate your natural beauty and maybe even brown eyeliner instead of black. Your hair could be prettier up and off of your shoulders and out of your face either like a messy bun/updo or a pineapple style.

💙 you look pretty when you show your legs or arms and people pay attention to your hands as well they’re very dainty and maternal as if you give good massages or people daydream of you playing n their hair 😆.. try a French manicure or a clear polish and if you don’t do polish do not bite your nails start carrying around a nail file instead and give your nails a square or almond shape. You look pretty n neutrals like browns and beiges. Gold jewelry also accentuates your beauty but necklaces instead of earrings. The type of pretty you are is you’re extremely naturally beautiful but accessories take away from that and it clashes. For the most part if you already don’t do too much n that aspect then this is confirmation.

💙 side note this isn’t about physical feature but it’s makes you more attractive that you aren’t seen around large groups unless it’s for family. I see you probably are a loner who likes to eat at restaurants alone and read or scroll on your phone and you enjoy your own company. This makes you pretty bc it gives off self assurance and that you aren’t caught up in the joneses of clout chasing and trying to be seen amongst the cool crowds, instead you walk alone and people-watch. Although you’re reserved, around the right folks you’re deff goofy and that makes you pretty bc since you’re so quiet for the most part you’re seen having fun giggling at those around you which makes you down to earth and trustworthy. Girl you’re fine asf and you prob like vintage or thrift shopping. I see a very old Hollywood when you dress up but mix and match in your daily dress like a soccer jersey that’s from the little boys section or that you tied n the back with a rubber band and some sports shorts and maybe doc margins, vans, or ballet flats. You’re so girly and cutesy, but dress like a tomboy sometimes even tho you aren’t and people know this bc you’ll carry around a dainty purse and probably rock shades when you’re out bc you have something with your eyes like astigmatism lol it reminds me of how Ariana Grande is always squinting bc she can’t see LOL that makes you pretty tho xoxo

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Chantel💟@trapezoidmouth (bottom right)

💟 keywords: soft, dainty, warm tones, pastels, versatile, round and petite features but feminine and curvy physique, sparkly, sensual

💟 Chan is a Sagittarius sun, I’m not sure her chart details but she has a very curvy yet petite frame and a small shaped face which is typically attributed with the planet mercury.

💟 you could have a way with words and thing things that you say and or the way you say them makes people laugh. You’re witty, yet down to earth so you know how to crack a GOOD joke, even if you’re not trying to. Due to your dry humor, sacrastic tone, social ques, and emotional intelligence you have a personality and intellect that people don’t come across everyday. You’re like a fictional sitcom character with a really good script. From a pretty lady like yourself …

💟 you’re a doll to where people want to dress you. You may not know this but in the traditional old fashioned way that women would be spotted by industry talent agencies bc they wanted to see that particular person in their clothing brand or representing their label is because of look that person had. You are very editorial and a fantasy/traditional Victoria’s Secret vibes to those wanting to dress you but not in a trendy way rather a trendsetting way. For example when new Bratz would have edgy and over the top outfits that you didn’t see everyday and you’re prob the person that experiments with clothing and have always done so by putting together pieces in a cool way which breaks the mold and makes others more comfortable with being quirky in their dressing instead of waiting for mainstream media to give the “ok” with particles looks first. Just as much as people love to see you wear the most high fashion they imagine what you’d look like nude as well.

💟 I see you having a defined back or an arched back or even back dimples. If you have wide hips or love handles this makes you pretty bc it gives the child bearing appearance that makes you seem more maternal. Being more maternal means you’re caring and people can see this in your eyes as well. Your eyes could be intimidating and I feel like you don’t mske a lot of eye contact with people in person. People are not offended by this bc you give off the energy that you’re always busy doing something or too busy for the convo. Most people would find this rude, but with you people are happy to just be in your presence or even be seen within feet or you bc you’re so gorgeous.

💟 if you have an uneven skin tone or discoloration (vitiligo, tan, sun spots, freckles, hyperpigmentation) it’s very pretty and some people may try to hyper focus in on how many hues you have or compare and contrast the different shades of your skin tone. The people who get close enough to you to analyze you (as they always do you may just not notice it) try to inspect small things about you that they could remember later to help them visualize you after you leave bc people crush on you hard . People could notice when you get goosebumps and that turns them on bc that very human nature makes you feel more personified even tho to people you are a fantasy or a fictional character in the flesh

💟 Jessica rabbit, Lola bunny, and Betty boop are all vibes you remind people of due to the pure innocent nature of the feminine needing masculine energy to counterbalance.. men view them as fragile and weak to where they could overtake them or almost pick them up and take them away and even tho you may be dainty or petite, people wouldn’t dare harm you bc they assume that there are lots of strong masculine figures in your life bc your demeanor exudes that. And even if that isn’t the case, there is a masculine ancestor or spirit guide who is fighting for you on the spiritual plane to protect you. Even tho you a divine feminine, your masculine and feminine qualities are balanced.

💟 aside from your face and body frame, your limbs particularly make you pretty, it’s the way they move when you talk or walk, like water. (Tyla) you’re prettiest in clothing that accentuate your body no matter your frame as long as the skin is covered for example a body con, or long sleeve, or a skims type dress, or all black leggings and title neck with long riding boots and cute accessories. Obvi you’re hot no pun intended (from being clothed head to toe LOL jk) in anything you wear but you’re most attractive n that style bc it accentuates your limbs. Particularly your hands are slender and men could imagine what your hand would look like with a wedding ring. If men grab your feet when you’re chatting with your crush on the couch it’s bc you have cute toes. Your teeth are pretty and white, but continue to take care of your gum health and whiten your teeth more to charm men.

💟 long wavy hair is pretty on you if you haven’t tried it I would suggest that in maybe extensions or a wig BUT if you want to do something different try curly and super short and if you’re thinking abo it chopping your hair off then this is a sign, the pixie length with your dainty facial features would eat downnnn. As far as makeup peach tones, browns, and golds will bring out your complexions and undertones in your skin. Also I see wavy hairstyles are pretty on you as well

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Ps this is a LATE libra ♎️ season post 🤭 oopsie happy Scorpio ♏️ season xoxo 💋

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[mc-lukanette]

One might think that having the most incredible, most creative, most skilled, and most beautiful girlfriend in the world would be hard, but it wasn't for Luka. What would destroy the confidence of hyper-sensitive boys only bolstered Luka's, knowing that such a wonderful girl picked him.

He had no idea what he'd done to deserve Marinette, Paris's sole hero and the guardian of the miraculouses, but he wasn't going to argue.

"Which one are you showing me today?" he asked, leaning forward on her chaise lounge.

She grinned, raising a finger to gesture for him to wait. "You'll see! I don't want to spoil the surprise."

There was a bounce in her step as she walked over to the Miracle Box, her hands gliding along its edges before opening it up. Luka kept himself rooted in place, fighting the contagious excitement but unable to help tilting to the side to try and see better.

It was common for her to show him the various miraculouses in the box and explain their powers, ever since her master had handed it over to her and left the country with his own lover. It wasn't just for fun either - even if they did have fun doing it - as Luka was Marinette's hero of choice when she needed someone to wield a miraculous for her.

She insisted every time that it was a completely unbiased decision, that it wasn't her fault that he could fit so many of them, and who was he to question a guardian?

Marinette turned to face him, holding up a shiny black ring and waving it about. Gesturing at it with her free hand, she explained, "This one's special. It's not safe to use since it's one of the ones Hawk Moth wants, but who knows? You might need to someday."

There was a playfulness to her voice that made him raise a brow, but he suspected that it might have to do with the thought of actually seeing him transformed. He wasn't oblivious to the once-over she'd give him any time he transformed with a miraculous he hadn't used before, and he'd do the same back to her.

That was because, rather than simply explaining the miraculous to him, she would ditch her earrings and don it herself like some superhero version of dressing up for one's significant other. While Luka knew nothing of fashion nor design, he could still appreciate seeing her in something new.

Marinette slipped the miraculous onto her finger, raising it up to watch it shrink just enough to fit her. It transformed, disguising itself to be a simple, rose gold ring, and out came another kwami for Luka to meet.

Said kwami, easily fitting the black and cat theme the ring had previously given off, yawned and stretched now that he was properly outside of the box. His green eyes popped open, tail swishing curiously as his cat-like pupils took in the scene before him.

"Oh, we're finally doing this, huh?" he asked, flying over to Luka. He looked him up and down, then went closer to bat at his bangs. "Hair's soft at least. Would make a nice bed."

"Plagg," Marinette called sternly, putting her hands on her hips.

Luka moved his head to look past Plagg and smile at her. "It's alright. He's not bothering me."

Also, though he didn't say it out loud, meeting each kwami felt vaguely like trying to impress future in-laws, so he gave all of them an extra dose of his patience.

"Good kid," Plagg said, hovering around Luka in a circle before laying himself atop his head. "Just keep the mushy stuff to a minimum whenever I'm here and we'll be fine. I got sick enough hearing her talk to me about it."

Luka looked up despite his inability to actually see Plagg. "You were talking about it?"

"Well—"

"Plagg!" Marinette burst out, panicked. "Transform me!"

Luka heard a mischievous snicker just before Plagg was pulled off of his head and into the miraculous. The rose gold ring returned to its original shape and color, light flowing out of it and transforming Marinette.

As if the fake cat ears that popped out of her head weren't already cute enough, her hair grew in length and fashioned itself into a long braid to represent a cat tail. Lining her black bodysuit were streaks of blue, accentuating her body properly as one would expect of a future fashion designer, and her sclera turned to a lighter blue while her pupils turned into vertical slits to mirror Plagg's.

Luka didn't realize his mouth had opened at all until she strutted up to him and closed it with a clawed hand. He smiled warmly, not subtle about looking her over.

"I love the black and blue," he said, doing his best to compliment her as an artist might. "The blue stripes harmonize with your eyes."

The pink blush didn't do anything for the look she was going for, but he cherished it all the same.

"Thanks~" Her voice came out a little higher-pitched, shyness blending with her earlier confidence. She reached out for him, placing her hands firmly on his shoulders, then began to let herself up onto his lap.

It wasn't usual for them to cuddle during her mini lessons - not right away, at least - but muscle memory kicked in nonetheless and his hands found her sides. Her hair brushed his skin as she buried her face into the crook of his neck and slipped her arms around his back.

"I didn't know you could give lessons from there," he said jokingly, though his own voice was a smidge higher as well.

She didn't joke back, which he found a little odd. Beyond the sound of her shuffling to get even closer to him, she wasn't making a noise of any sort.

He rubbed her sides in tiny circles with his thumb, calling out curiously, "Marinette?"

Now, Luka had a mental log of all of the various sounds that Marinette made over the course of them knowing each other. She had sounds for when she was jumping in excitement, for when she slept, for when she was distressed, and for when she was being cuddled.

But the sound she was making at that moment was entirely foreign to him. It was low, rumbling, and consistent, repeating in almost a rhythmic pattern. He tried to place it without getting distracted by the way she almost seemed to be vibrating against him, but then it clicked.

She was wearing the cat miraculous. He didn't have a cat himself, but they did go to a few pet shelters one day to see the animals and talk about if they'd want one when they were old enough to move out together. He still remembered getting to pet one of the cats, rubbing its side not unlike what he was doing with Marinette.

She was purring.

"Mmm," she hummed, sensing that he'd gotten it, "I...I know I'm not always good with words. We're dating, but nothing I really want to say comes out the way it is in my head. Even when you don't say anything, you can still play music, so..." She sighed, nuzzling him. "I wanted to find a way to speak your language?"

Luka froze, blushing as he looked down at her. Plagg's earlier words came back to mind - that she had been talking to him about their contact - and he realized that it must've been this: that she wanted to know if cat heroes could purr so she could tell Luka what she felt without words: that she was comfortable with him, that she loved him, and that she felt happy whenever he touched her.

Luka wasn't self-conscious about his role in the world, but at the end of the day he was just some guy. He wasn't conventionally attractive like a celebrity on a magazine, he had what many would consider a lower class part-time job, and he didn't have any presence in the public eye. He didn't have any problem with that - less eyes on him meant more time he could eye Marinette - but it left him awestruck yet again thinking of how many boys must've been after her (or how many stupid ones weren't) when her gaze focused solely on him.

"...Luka?" Marinette called when he didn't say anything. The purring stopped as she raised up enough to look at him, the fake cat ears drooping in concern.

He snapped himself out of his reverie. Smiling at her, he took one hand off her side to cup the back on her head, bringing her in to press their foreheads together. He took a deep breath, finding calm in her scent, and assured, "You're already speaking my language, Marinette. Music doesn't mean playing an instrument or purring like a cat does. You're the song in my head, all the time, even if you're not singing."

"Really?" She sounded skeptical.

With a chuckle, he asked, "Do you want to know what my favorite part of your look is?"

She perked up, pulling back so he could better gesture at said part. "What? What is it?"

His smile tilted up to the side in a smirk. He brought a hand to her face, pressing a finger to her lips. "Right here."

Her brows soared, eyes going wide. She pushed his hand away and turned her face to the side so she could laugh, even as her face flushed. "That didn't change at all!"

He pulled her back in, eyes glinting in amusement but no less genuine. "So? You don't need words to tell me how you feel. I know with everything you do for me, and the sounds you make are already music to my ears, especially when we're..." His eyes flicked to her lips instead of saying anything further.

Her blush deepened, her claws raking shyly through her bangs. "S-so... all that practice of hugging my pillow and trying to imagine it was you to see if I could purr? That was all for nothing?"

She asked it lightly, but Luka had never been jealous of a pillow before that day, knowing that it got the experience before him.

"No," he replied with a shrug. "I love hearing whatever you want to give me, but you're already so much. You're more than enough."

He could see her visibly swallow, the stiff embarrassment melting away as she relaxed against him. She bit her bottom lip - carefully due to her fangs - and slowly slid the back of her claws up his stomach, his chest, then over his shoulder.

"Then—do you want to hear a little more?"

It was a request, not a question, and a request he was happy to indulge in.

He kissed her, immediately rewarded with a squeak that transitioned smoothly into a moan. Whenever one of them were in superhero form, it was inevitable that the other would be underneath them eventually due to the strength imbalance, thus leaving him laying flat on the chaise lounge as she kissed him back.

He could hear the purr starting up again, but he much preferred the tune they were creating with their mouths.

[alevolpe]

Hi, I hope you’ve been doing well!

I love your art and interpretations of the characters, especially in regard to your ideas about each senshi’s fuku design. I was wondering if you had any particular opinions on the official Classic, Super, and Eternal forms? Anything like design elements of the fuku to even the colors for each senshi? Apologies if you’ve been asked something like this, I just really enjoy your thoughtful responses you give in your asks.

Thank you so much! Means a lot.

I don’t have a lot of opinions on the forms past the Classic forms, I don’t hate them, but I just feel a bit.. indifferent. I know people like them, but I don’t tend to think about power-up forms very often, I just love the base forms too much.

Regarding if I have any problems with them, yeah. They do tend to fall a bit under the redesign upgrade problem a lot of shows and even games characters have. When trying to freshen up a design, a lot of them tend to trip over themselves and just take “redesign” as “over design” aka add more shit or overcomplicate shit.

Now Sailor moon does NOT have too much of that, overall the upgraded designs are not too bad. Not my favs, but not bad.

Let’s take a look at them shall we. (For the sake of brevity I’ll just keep this discussion on Sailor Moon’s design and not the other senshi. Mostly cause she gets changes the most and secondly cause their changes are not as prominent)

I LOOOVE Sailor Moon’s original design, her classic fuku is Classic for a reason. The deep navy blue and magenta red fit her so well and they help make the blonde of her hair, tiara and smalldecorative moons pop.

Her silhouette is very simple, it has a very nice flow with her hair being the only long element, allowing for fluidity but most importantly clarity. Her nice soft hair buns, bangs and lack of sharp angles in her uniform work amazingly through shape language (made a post about it here) to make a comforting and friendly appearance.

Also small note but I adore how her bangs and tiara come together to form a quite subtle but present heart shape. (She’s so cute)

Now her Super form is honestly.. pretty good! Doesn’t beat the original, but I like the direction. The stronger incorporation of white ties nicely to the element of her becoming queen in the future, adorning a white gown. The splashes of color on the skirt are also a nice touch, reminds on of bleeding soft watercolor runnning down a blank page, fits with her butterfly theme too (this part makes sense in my head, hopefully u get it).

Now to the not so good part, the shape.. she’s so sharp. It’s NOT a dealbreaker, I think it could work with the theme of her growing more into her role as Sailor Moon, gaining confidence and thus allowing herself to appear a lil more dangerous, but still soft. It’s important that the sharp angles present in her uniform do not interfere with the hair shape, the buns are still there, as soft as ever.

And now to her Eternal form. I don’t hate it, but I don’t like it either. Weirdly enough my main problem with it is not what seems to bother everyone else, the bubble sleeves, but the colors. I don’t like the colors. The blonde of her hair is now mixed in her skirt, the classic soft magenta red is turned into sharp deep red, the color of her bubble sleeves is really distracting cause it’s the only pink element present and the skirt triple layer ending up of the darkest color does not allow the eye to slide off it to the shoes easily (unlike say if it was darkest color to lightest from top to bottom, instead of the opposite).

The color reversal on the shoes is not a deal breaker either, again that “white taking over” theme is nice, but it’s like.. broken. Her skirt is back to being colored more than before so the thematic washing of the colors is undone in this form, instead taken over by a various assortment of bold colors.

I also think that the angel theme was slightly overdone, the 2 pairs wings on her back pair with the wings on her broach are just a bit too much for me and overcomplicate the simplicity of her broach. It’s like, do you get she’s an angel yet?! Here, have another pair of wings!

Lastly, it rlly bums me to see her nice simple silhouette being muddled by the wings, even though I don’t hate the wings themselves. Just what they do to her silhouette.

Overall I think I tend to have more problems with the uniforms than most people cause they do follow a theme that most people LIKE in sailor moon, which is a regular average girl becoming something larger than life, but idk.. the original uniform just gives off that vibe of the friendly down to earth girl who everyone knows in town. It brings a sense of unity and space in a way, cause it feels more urban, while the other uniforms start incorporating more and more abstract themes which, to me, take a bit away from the flawed but relatable comfort of this messy, imperfect, but trying her best Usagi Tsukino who’s wearing a uniform to help the people she loves around her.

[eddies-silly-art-gallery]

Made an Mane Six redesign/reboot based on Jenny Nicholson’s “The Applejack problem” !!!

So, if you haven’t seen the video, the premise is that there is a magic school ran by princess Celestia. All kinds of ponies are able to perform magic and every member of the mane 6 is a different kind of pony! Also, twilight is the reincarnation of princess Luna/nightmare moon and celestia is fostering her, trying to prevent her from turning back into nightmare moon.

I’ll explain my design process under the cut!

So, first of all! I wanted each pony to have a different main color, roughly fitting the colors of the rainbow. G4 almost did this, but they don’t have any green, so I changed that!

Now, let’s begin with the ponies!

Fluttershy

Fluttershy is a Breezy pony with a white coat, orange and magenta hair and magenta leaf shaped wings and antennae! He is also a boy now because Fluttershy is my favorite.

I’d imagine breezy ponies would be about the size of a g4 doll and have tinted acetate plastic wings shaped like different leaves and flowers.

For the colors, G3 Fluttershy and Posey did not convince me. Neither did Wysteria nor Sweetheart, which I also see associated with Fluttershy.

I attempted to look at ladybug themed ponies, but Ladybird and Lady Flutter were just pink, Twins baby Polka and baby Dot were too close to g4 fluttershy, and Lovely Ladybug was too purple. So I moved to other butterfly ponies.

I ended up having to decide between giving him G3 Fairy Dust’s colors or G2 baby Flitter’s colors. Ended up going with Fairy Dust.

If I were to make a revision, I’d make his mane fully orange since rn he is kinda too magenta heavy.

Applejack

The titular bitchular! Applejack is a wing pony with a green coat, a red braided mane and transparent red wings. Her colors are just G3 Applejack, but inverted.

I’d imagine Wing Ponies would be around g1 sized, but with g2/g4 proportions. Their wings would be transparent acrylic.

Rarity Sparkler

Sparkler is a glow pony with a sky colored coat, an indigo and magenta mane and two horns. She’s using G1 Sparkler’s near exact colors. Called her sparkler because that fit more with her being a glow pony.

Glow ponies would glow in the dark, have two or three horns and have tinsel on their hair. They would be the same size as wing ponies.

Twilight Sparkle Twinkle

A lavender unicorn filly with a deep blue mane with a periwinkle stripe. She might or might not wear pigtails and she has glasses. Her colors are mainly based on G3 twilight twinkle and beta g4 twilight twinkle. Decided to use twinkle instead of sparkle bc sparkler was already a character.

Unicorns would be the same size as wing and glow ponies, but twilight is a filly, so she is small. Like, g1 baby sized.

Pinkie Pie

Not much too say, she’s just pinkie pie. She is now a crystal pony.

Crystal ponies would be about the size of a g3 pony, and have clear acrylic bodies with glitter in them.

Rainbow dash Cloudy Kicks

Cloudy kicks is a yellow soft pony with magenta, green and cyan hair. Her colors I chose bc I thought she looked nice, though she kinda looks like g3 alphabittle. Named her Cloudy Kicks (MLPEG BG character in G4) because I thought it would suit her better now that she is a soft pony.

Soft ponies would be the same size as crystal ponies. They would have the same flocking gimmick as the so-soft line, but with the addition of a wooly or furry underbelly.

[naycelium]

Who are your top 10 favorite Animal crossing characters?

1. Coco! She is so Normal™️ and I think that's great! She may not be very expressive but she's kind and caring, something that I find to be relatable.. I love Gyroids and I love bunnies so it's only fair that a silly mix between to two would be so cute! I like the mystery and implication behind what she is, considering the Gyroid's inspiration (Haniwa Statues) and what they symbolized.. her home has a very unique pottery sort of vibe to it which i think is fitting. this portrait has an odd choice of outfit but she also looks super cute in olive green in New Horizons, which works with her natural colors and is also one of my favorite colors! I hope she gets some merchandise someday..

2. Sable Able! She might be tied for all time favorite character with Coco, but it's hard to choose between the two I love them both so much for different reasons.. She's a bit shy but she is so loving and sweet when she gets a little more comfortable! Her color scheme is so warm and cozy and her eyes are so somber yet kind.. she's my favorite Special Character and it's a shame she always gets overshadowed by Mabel, she wasn't even included in the Lego set.. but regardless I will love her anyways! It's always so comforting to see her in each game, I'd love to try on outfits that she's worked on with her! If you find quills stuck in my sweater, no you didnt

3. Fang! This grumpy deep voiced guy is so handsome and has such a cozy sense of fashion! His home is also pretty comfortable too.. He may come off as a little cranky but I think he is as soft as his sweater. His purple eyeshadow is also super cute.. love this mans. He seems like he likes to read up on all sorts of things, I'd love to sit down and listen to him tell me about pretty much anything!

4. Maple! Another Normal personality type but that's okay! Girls can be a little regular sometimes! She is so cuddly looking like a teddy bear and her eyeliner is so clean and cute! Kind of just a classic brown bear, I like to imagine that she likes nature and going out on forest walks and stuff, a real down to earth girly.. it would be fun to hang out with her at the park and have a picnic I think!

5. Blanche! She's a bit snooty but when you're this pretty it's understandable! I love how tall she is and her eyes are so pretty! She comes off as a traditional yet high class sort of lady. Her japanese style home is super cozy and I think it would be so nice to sit down and drink some hot tea with her (even if I don't like hot drinks) she can be a little rude to me as a treat...

6. Sterling! My knight in shining armor! I'm not typically big on jock villagers but he's so cute and it's almost like he's training to be a strong warrior! He comes off as honorable and loyal! His home in New Horizons is a little concerning but I get what he was going for with the Medieval Dungeon theme.. his outfit and helmet are wonderful and I want to kiss his big silly beak.

7. Marina! One of the Octopus of all time, she's super cute and it's love her little eyelashes and girly girl outfits! She likes to sing too, it would be fun to listen to her sing her favorite songs! Her house is super pink, fitting for her aesthetic i think! Don't be surprised if you see me leaving her house covered in little red rings

8. Shino! A bit of a new villager that I havent gotten to know yet but her look is stunning! Her amber eyes and long horns are so pretty and i love her little fangs. Based on looks I wouldn't have taken her for a peppy type or much of a reader but everyone is different! Her home too is traditional Japanese styled and very cozy! Someday I'll get to know her better!

9. Ankha! I know I know she has a bit of a reputation and could be considered mainstream, but she has a charm to her! I love the Egyptian aesthetic and her snootyness comes off as deserved due to her almost royal presence. She gets bonus points for the little cobra headpiece. Her house is very fitting for her style and I like when she wears wrappings sometimes!

10. Gracie! She's a little Sassy and she's a little classy! I considered Label for this list, but having 2 of the Able sisters seemed odd.. Gracie unfortunately didnt get to shine in New Horizons, outside of her Amiibo Card interaction, but hopefully someday she will have the chance to talk fashion with us again.. giraffes are super cute and very unique in the Animal Crossing setting and although her vibrant colored outfits can be a bit much, she rocks those fishnets and eyeshadow! Slay, girl....

Thank you hope you like the list give me your thoughts and let me know your favorite characters!

[sanajeh1909]

The Spy and The Spouse

Pairing : Chamber x F!Reader

Word Count : 5989

Warnings : Flirting, Romantic Tension, Spying/Action (only mentions of it, there is nothing much except the detailed description of whats happening), Jealousy, Unrequited Love (at the end on Chamber's part), Emotional Themes.

POV : 3rd Person

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

A/N : Sorry for my poor English, its not my native language. Chamber can be a bit OOC. Gif doesnt belong to me. Please do tell if there is any mistakes or off talks/writings on the scenario. There is so many expressions of the situation more than talks because i have no idea what to write as conversation, i have ran out of ideas. I had hard time writing this since i burnt my wrist accidentally now its hard to type without putting my wrist on the side of the keyboard. Yellow is for Chamber, Pink is for Reader, other colors are for side characters. I hope you enjoy it.

The day of the mission comes. She wears black one shoulder long sleeve black dress with black suede wedge heels. Her glasses are same design as Chamber's, except hers was thin framed and had soft edges on rectangular shape. Her hair is braided on both sides to the back and the rest of her hair is combed to the back. This made their hairstyles match.

While she was getting ready, Chamber put on his suit, matching her outfit perfectly. Chamber had been very particular about his own attire. The suit itself was black in color, it was a modern fashion design. It was tailored to his body to look as sharp as a knife. A crisp white shirt underneath was accompanied by a black tie with little black details. His hair, per usual, was undercut slickback.

When she finished, he walked in looking sharp and composed. When he saw the finished look, he was surprised to see how well put together she looked. Almost to a T to how she looked. Almost.

He raised an eyebrow at her look and expression, as if he were about to laugh at how ridiculous he found her similar sense of fashion. Then, he just grinned devilishly. Arent we a slick couple?

He was very confident in his appearance, as he should. After all, he was going to be playing the smug, arrogant husband. She smirks at him and walks towards him confidently. Her back is straight and her chin is slightly up. We will crush them just with our presence, it seems.

He couldnt help but admire how well you took the role of the wife. His eyes traveled upwards from your heeled shoes to the matching dress to your hair to the glasses that only gave you a more charming aura. One of his hand on his pocket, he offers his other arm to her and a smug smile on his face. I couldnt have picked a better partner. We make quite a pair.

She smirks at him and takes his arm. They get in the car, Chamber holding her door for her before going to the drivers seat. With Chamber driving to the party in silence, they are preparing themselves for the mission mentally.

As they arrive, they walk to the party with their arms intertwined. The party is filled with businessmen, CEO's and their spouses in simple yet classy dresses.

The host gives them both an appraising look before looking at Chamber. That look was followed by a small nod. Well, look at this. If it isnt Mr. and Mrs. Fabron. It was an odd feeling to have someone refer to her as a married couple. It was weird to be called Mr. and Mrs. Fabron, but it had a quite weird feeling that made her wanted to be called like that.

The man gesturs towards the crowd of guests. It was a variety of different types of people. The only unifying factor was money.

The moment they stepped inside was the second that the mission and the married couple act started. They even made custom rings to play along. That costed the couple more than they expected, but it would worth if it meant for success.

Chamber walks alongside of her, enjoying how her arm fit so nicely with his. He couldnt help but look at all the men who kept glancing up at her admiringly as they walk. He couldnt blame them. Even before he was a "married man", she looked good enough to make heads turn. All she had to do was show up.

He smiles at her side. He is still the charming bastard for the night. He whispers in her ear. This is going to be fun.

She smirks at his words and whispers back. Show has just begun, darling. Just watch and see.

He chuckled a little, liking this side of her. In the middle of his mission, he was finding himself to enjoy just being beside her. Being in this role of a married couple was different, it felt more... wholesome. It was... nice.

He gives her a little squeeze of her hand. He looks around, analyzing the crowd, looking for certain people. Alright. Just follow my lead, alright?

She nods. After all, he was more experienced than her in this type of situations, so the both had agreed to follow his lead. They have praticed and spend more time to get used to each other, but now they needed to put them all on the act.

Chamber turns his head to face you. He straightens his suit, making sure everything was clean before facing the guests. She was starting to get some glances. Some from men, and some from women. Of course, everyone thought she were just a beautiful woman with a handsome husband. No one suspected them being an undercover agent. They had to have their guards up. Especially in this kind of party.

A small smile crossed his face. This was going to be fun. Alright. Act, beloved wife.

Of course, mon mari~. She wears her most charming and sweet smile as they get close to a poseur table. The guests greets us and we greet them back.

Chamber does his best to make sure his smile looked both charming and smug. With her beside him, the smug smile had a little more genuine edge to it. With the guests, he looked at her with pride, like seeing his trophy wife. You played the part so damn well, how could he not show some pride? ;)

She takes a deep inhale, enjoying the feeling of the atmosphere around them. No one could tell the twi were anything but an extremely loving, happily married couple. No one would suspect a thing until him and her make a move. This had to be a good plan. This has to go well.

She pulls a waiter towards their table. Chamber looks at her out of the corner of his eye. He was making sure she was acting her part. Do you want something to drink, darling? She asks as she glances at the waiter, then she smiles at Chamber.

Chamber couldnt stop lookin at her. Acting and pretending felt... good, with her. She acter her part, like a good "married couple", and made the act so believable he almost forgot the reason they were there. This moment, the most intimate part of it all, was so convincing it blurred a line in his mind that he didnt know was there.

Chamber looks at her and whispers, still smiling. Your choice.

She smiles at him warmly, not too excessive to pull the attention to me, not insincere to look cold towards him. Then, im ordering Bordeaux Blend for you and for me... You choose. She gives him a subtle smirk with her voice is velvet-like and lowered.

He couldnt help but smile. In this moment, she acted so well, he would honestly consider taking her out of this plan and just make her his wife. He spoke in with a deep, warm and velvety tone, trying to match her. With a certain confidence, he orders a glass of champagne for her. This would work. A toast in advance...

After short while, waiter comes with the orders and they get their beverages. He turns his gaze towards her. For a successful mission.

She smiles at him. No one heard his sentence, that was a good thing. For our success.

A successful mission... and a successful marriage. He said the last part with a grin. It was half out of instinct, the other half just for show. It was part of the act, a married couple that planned their future together. Yet it was odd to him that he wanted that future with her, someone that came into his life at a most unusual time.

The people on the other tables clinks their glasses almost at the same time with them, then they take small sip from the beverage. It was time to wait for the perfect moment to strike. Her eyes slowly returns to scan the crowd. A lot of suspicioous types there... A lot of interesting people...

Chamber leans back slightly, his eyes sweeping across the party as he thought. His eyes landed on a certain target at the right side of the room, clearly a high-ranking businessman that looked to be talking to a woman in a nice dress.

He leans closer to her, lowering his voice to a whisper. You see that man on the right with the gorgeous woman? His name is Laurent Danton. I know him from previous missions. That woman he is been talking to is Anette Chavois, the CEO's daughter. Our mark.

She looks at the targets without making it obvious, then speaks in a tone that matches his. Yeah, lets keep an eye on them and approach carefully.

He whispers into her ear. I have been keeping an eye on him tonight, and the target always moves between drinks. Its perfect for us to take advantage of this.

He pulls his head back to look at her. As soon as he leaves his current target, we should make our move. Do you agree?

Yes, on your lead. She whispers to him, then both takes long sip from their beverages.

He gives her an enthusiastic nod and looks at his watch, keeping on eye on Mr. Danton from the corner of his eye. He could see that the man was getting into particularly... interesting discussion with the woman he was with, his right arm slightly draped on her shoulder. It looked to be a private conversation.

Chamber checks his watch once more, and with a slight flick of his head he indicates that its time. The couple puts their empty glasses on the tray that was on waiters hand which was passing by, then they make their move. Now the show is about to begin.

Once Mr. Danton took a few steps away from his partner, Chamber immediately moved towards the two, with her on his arm. The man looks at them, surprised to see the handsome couple approaching him. He offered a warm smile to Chamber and shifts his gaze to the stunning woman on Chamber's arm, offers a handshake while addressing her...

Laurent Danton. Pleasure. And you are?

She gives a smile mixed with a smirk. she shakes Laurent Danton's hand eleganty. Y/N Fabron.

Its clear Danton likes the sound of her name, and she is pretty sure he just took a long look at her. Danton has eyes for women, that much is clear. Not just any women, though. Women that are just as gorgeous as her. She could tell by the way his eyes were fixated on her.

Chamber speaks before Laurent can come up with a flirtatious comment directed his wife. Vincent Fabron. He shakes Danton's hand, then moves his hand towards her in a welcoming gesture. My wife. She bows slightly as if she is proud to be Vincent's wife, still smiling at the businessman.

Laurent's eyebrows raise. He looks between the two of them, then he chuckles, clearly impressed. What a beautiful couple you make, to have such a stunning and gorgeous woman with you, Mr Fabron. And his eyes lingered back at her. If they werent pretending to be wife and husband, the man would obviously be flirting with her left and right.

Chamber didnt look away but his arm tightened on her hand, and his eyes narrowed in a focused manner. He didnt like these kinds of people in the slightest. After a few moments of silence, he speaks with a casual tone, like this was a random encounter. So, i understand you are friends with Anette Chavois? Thats an interesting woman, if i have ever met one. The tone wasnt quite hostile... but it wasnt friendly either.

He directly went to the topic. No games, no subtle meanings... She still keeps smiling and strokes his arm slightly to signal him if something goes wrong, she will back him up.

A quiet smile on Laurent's lips. He notices that stroke, no doubt. He knew it was meant for him to signal if something was wrong. But she looked absolutely charming, and the fact that she was touching him was just as effective. Even the woman he was with tilted her head, looking at her with admiration.

Laurent clears his throat, his smile growing wider by the second. Of course, we are good friends. Anette and me, we go way back.

Chamber looks over at her and gives her a smug smile, proud of how she was able to carry herself. He then looks back towards Laurent. You two must have a lot to talk about then. He makes a small pause. Or perhaps i can steal my wife for a moment?

She chuckles softly, it was fake but it made the mood that was getting heavy a little bit lighter. Mr. & Mrs. Fabron could see the man considering the decision. He clearly wanted to say yes, being a man of status and privilege... but the hesitation came from him wanting to keep Y/N close, too. An excuse to have her nearby just to look at.

Laurent chuckles. Just for a moment. He gestures towards his partner. Anette looks at her again, her eyes studying Y/N, perhaps a little too intently. Y/N knew that look. Anette was jealous. Of her.

Y/N smiles and they take some steps back, to have some privacy away from the crowd, including the businessman and CEO's daughter.

Chamber turns to face her, speaking quietly so only she can hear his words. His tone was soft and sweet... Are you okay, wife?

His arms wraps around her waist, his eyes closing in satisfaction. She was the only thing he could focus on, like a beautiful distraction that would lead to a dangerous spiral. He was just making sure her part was going well.

She reaches a hand to the side of his neck, gently caressing, her hand trails down to his shoulder sometimes and trails back to his neck. I am, except the hungry looks of Laurent. If we werent on a mission, i would have taken care of him. But i have to bear it now. She speaks in quiet tone, almost playfully and pouting, but he knew she was serious on her words. She was clearly irritated by the flirtation of Laurent, but she was heeping the pose for the sake of the mission and Chamber.

His eyes narrowed slightly in irritation, his grip on her waist tightening in an almost possessive fashion. He was still playing the role, but the words were genuine. He didn't like the way these rich, flirtatious people tried to get at her. He gives a warm, friendly smile, but his eyes were stern. One hand stayed on her waist, the other hand ran across her shoulder to her neck. His thumb caressed her cheek.

Husband mode activated. If he so much as touches you, wife, I'll make him regret it. Dont worry, beloved wife. I will take care of this situation.

Then Laurent spoke up again, a clear tone of sarcasm in his question. Tell me, Mrs. Fabron. He was being far flirtier than anyone should, and he knew it. He was clearly enjoying it.

Chamber had no problems ignoring Danton's presence when she decided to keep talking to the man. If anything, it got him more irritated the longer the conversation with him went on. Laurent was just enjoying the situation a little too much… in an inappropriate manner. Chamber let out a quiet sigh, trying to keep his smile as polite as possible.

Laurent noticed the sigh, and he spoke up while giving him a smug smile.

Laurent seemed almost as arrogant as Vincent thought he would be. It wasn't a good look for a man in his position. It was good that he was an arrogant man, though, because it was exactly what Vincent wanted. What he needed. He was going to let the man have his arrogance, in order to catch him off-guard.

Chamber looked at her softly, wanting to protect her from this person…

Excuse me, Mr. Danton? She asks without turning her body towards Laurent, one hand on Chambers shoulder and other hand is on his arm. Chamber's arms are wrapped around her waist again. She gives a gentle smile to Laurent to not cause a scene, but her body language shows how much she got uncomfortable with his behaviors.

Laurent immediately stops, his eyes shifting towards her. It took more than a second to break the smile he gave. He turned to her, a charming grin on his face. One that could not hide his intentions. I did say just a moment, didn't I? He looked as though he couldn't help it; in fact, he was simply unable to take his eyes off Y/N. He looked at her with such a predatory smile. He gave off a certain aura that he was sure Anette was enjoying. No, she wasnt. She looked at Y/N with that familiar jealousy.

Y/N chuckles softly and let go of Chamber's shoulder, but then she holds onto his arm with both hands. Of course, you did, Mr. Danton. We got carried away, apologies.

The more she tried to act the part with Laurent, Anette's gaze didn't waver. Anette would glare at Y/N, as if to express how irritated she was by the situation. Her partner looked at Mrs. Fabron, Y/N, still with that predatory gaze and sly smile. All he would need was a simple word, and he would drop Anette right away. Y/N could see the attraction to her in his gaze. Y/N could almost feel Anette's jealousy behind her. Anette needed to look good to her own partner, and Y/N was certainly ruining that.

Anette rolls her eyes, obviously knowing the intention of both parties. She can't believe she has to share a partner with Mrs. Fabron. Anette looked like she wants to make a scene to get Laurent's attention back to her. She's the type who's used to having the attention on her. Anette clearly needs a lot of it.

Chamber is still in character, so he keeps a smile on his face. However, his grip slowly gets tighter and tighter on his partner's waist. He was getting genuinely annoyed by this flirtatious bastard.

Y/N feels the tight grip on her waist and puts her hand over his gently, their rings on their fingers were touching each other. She gently stroke his hand to calm him down.

Her hand was exactly the kind of distraction he needed. For a second, his attention was back on her, and her only. He looked to her, her hand stroking his, and the anger on his face slowly disappearing as his grip on her relaxed. The warmth of her hand put a grin back on his face.

He suddenly had a mischievous idea. He leaned in closer, as if they had something between them. He kept his voice low and calm, letting his eyes rest on Anette. Let's cut to the chase, darling. You know that won't last.

Y/N smirks at him. She had a plan and they found their targets, why miss them when they can catch them? Why don't we all sit and talk a little bit? She suggests to Laurent. By we, she meant all four of them, but she is sure he will accept it.

Laurent's expression changed a little, from the predatory and charming smile, to an expression of confusion and intrigue. He was clearly trying to read both of them, searching for their intentions. He looks back at Anette. Anette was still looking at her with anger, clearly not happy with how her partner was acting. He turned back to Mrs. Fabron with a grin. The more, the merrier, darling. Have a seat. He gestures towards the empty chairs. The four of them was certainly drawing a lot of attention from other guests.

Y/N smiles and they all four walk to the empty table enough for 4 people. They sit down on the table. Chamber next to her, Anette across her, and Laurent next to Anette and across Chamber.

Chamber looks at the table. He cant help but notice how close Anette and Laurent are sitting. It wasnt a matter of space at the table, it was an act of affection. A clear display to the other guests, as if it hadnt been clear already, this was a couple. Anette placed her hand on Laurent's, resting on the table. She wore a ring on it. A gold wedding band. Fabron couple saw a small glimpse of it.

Y/N was holding Chamber's hand and gave slight squeeze on his hand, signaling the ring on Anette's finger. Chamber feels her squeeze his hand and he returns the squeeze to reply that he saw the ring too. His eyes were on Anette and Laurent's interaction. They were… comfortable together.

Y/N was wondering how much longer she'd have to sit here in the presence of these people. She had a job to do. That was the only problem. But at that moment, all she wanted was to have a moment for just the two of them, Chamber and her. All they needed to do was get close to the Anette and Laurent, and make the couple trust them enough to give some information. except that everything was nothing but just empty words.

She waited and watched. Laurent and Anette's hand kept touching… and touching. Y/N's eyes wandered to see Anettes's face. Anette was clearly enjoying this conversation. She also noticed the woman kept glancing at Y/N and Chamber out of the corner of her eyes. It was like Anette was jealous, but Y/N couldn't say why. Chamber squeezes her hand again. He was just checking in with her. His grip on her hand was getting tighter. A sign he was getting impatient.

She strokes his hand, then starts a conversation to talk. An easy and light conversation that won't bother anyone. After a good hour, They all laugh and chat. They did their job and got the information they needed. They could leave after not so long.

Chamber gave a casual and handsome smile towards Laurent and Anette. His grip on her hand was starting to hurt, but he didn't care. He was too intent on ending this conversation. He also noticed her hand stroke on his a second time. So, Anette didn't manage to be in a corner of his attention anymore. All he could think about, all he could focus on, were her hands on his, and the way she looked at him with those beautiful eyes. He was too caught in the moment, almost forgetting his job.

Y/N turns her head around to look whats happening around them. Clearly bored from the atmosphere and the conversation yet she had to play it off. Chamber looks around and sees that some partners were looking at them with awe and admiration, some women with jealousy, and Anette with… jealousy as well. From the way Anette kept looking at her, he was sure his hypothesis were correct. …This might work. He looked at her. I have a plan I think you'll like.

Y/N looks at him confused, but they were partners, even if it was just an act, she had to trust him. Especially when they were on a mission.

Chamber takes a couple steps back, pulling her with him. He moves slowly, seductively, and with grace. He took some steps back, putting some space between the table Anette and Laurent were sitting and him and his partner. He grabbed her by the waist, his arms slowly pulling her in. His eyes never left hers, the same captivating look from before, just a little more intimate.

He started dancing with her on the spot. The music was slow, the atmosphere was right, and the way they kept looking at each other… It was perfect. Y/N turns her head around to look whats happening around them. There was a light romantic melody on the background and some couples were dancing together. They can do a little show before they leave, maybe?

She smirks as she understood what he was planning. She puts her hand on his shoulder as they dance, they were close enough to whisper to each other. She whispers with a smirk. You really put on a show, Mr. Fabron. She teases him with the title. He really knew what he was doing.

He just pulls her closer to him with a smirk, his face looking even more smug than usual. At that moment, his eyes locked on Anette's for a moment. The predatory and arrogant look was still there, but it changed ever so slightly. He was observing Anette's behavior. His hand slowly slides up to the back of her neck. It was so warm, so soft. He leans in closer to her ear, whispering with confidence. Did you enjoy the show, darling?

She couldn't help but chuckle, but She tried her best to keep the smug smile on her face. The music was perfect for this kind of slow dance. It has so far worked, beloved Fabron. She looks around the room, seeing all the eyes on them, all the eyes on the two of them.

He pulls his head back. Just enough to see her face, and just enough for her to see that grin. He slowly drags his fingertips across her face, tracing her mouth and chin, still staring at her. The way she looked at him, the way her eyes locked on his. He couldn't look away. Your body is amazing. He whispers. His lips are very close to hers, but the man decided against the last step… yet he was inches away, his mouth at a perfect distance from hers.

The couple was dancing together. As much as Anette hated it, that much was obvious. But even while she looked at the two of them with jealousy, there was no denying it: they were quite the couple. Anette was clearly starting to question her relationship with Laurent after seeing the way he kept looking at Y/N.

Y/N smirks at him, she knew his intention and whispers. Oh, my husband wants kiss? She chuckles softly. I hope you still remember this all is just an act at the end of the mission. I hope your heart won't break after a pretentious kiss.

He couldn't help but chuckle at her teasing. She was too bold sometimes. Still, he couldn't resist. Still inches away from her lips, he leans closer, his eyes locked on hers. He whispered, loud enough for only her to hear. …I do get to kiss my beautiful wife, right? She chuckles silently. Then… their lips meets in a tender, gentle, slow kiss.

It was everything he expected it to be, and so much more. His eyes lit up when she kissed back, their lips touching for those precious, blissful moments. He pressed his lips against hers, matching the same gentle and slow pace. This kiss was tender and beautiful, an act of pure affection. Even if they had to lie, even if this moment was going to be just for a short instant, the two of them kissed, as passionately as any husband and wife would kiss. But they had a job to do.

Their lips part away after the short kiss. She speaks whispering and teasingly as they walk back to the table. Be grateful my lipstick doesn't come off.

Even though he knew he shouldn't, the grin on his face widened. Somehow the kiss made him feel more confident and smug than usual, and he was completely aware of it. I would have been happy to get it off your face anyway. I wouldn't mind the red lipstick on my face. He gave her a devilish look, enjoying the little fun he was having, if not enjoying the mission itself.

She rolls her eyes and chuckles. It was time to leave, since Anette and Laurent was ready to leave this "businessmen party".

Chamber glances at Laurent and Anette, whose eyes were still on the two of them. Their eyes seemed to give off a different kind of energy now, like the kind of people who just got to the end of the perfect date. Anette seemed more enamored than ever, but Laurent seemed… different. Almost as if he was jealous. Jealous of Chamber for being Y/N's husband. Chamber checks his watch. It was time for them to wrap things up.

Chamber turns and addresses the four of them. We have had a lovely night, wouldnt you agree, chérie?

She smiles at him gently. Thats right, it was a pleasant night, mon mari.

He turns his body ever so slightly towards her, keeping his eyes locked on her. He then raises a hand in the air. A small gesture of leaving the party.

Chamber's gaze suddenly turned towards Laurent, their eyes locked, like if they were trying to outstare eavh other. Laurent looked away first, almost reluctantly. He could barely hide his annoyance, like he had the worst case of jealousy.

Y/N could feel Anette squeeze Laurent's hand, and a soft kiss on his cheek. She whispered something into his ear, and Laurent let a smile creep onto his face as he nodded. He didn't look at Y/N anymore.

We should go. Chamber's smirk returned.

She bows slightly and they both turn towards the exit, arms intertwined. She whispers to him, clearly exhausted and frustrated from everything. Finally.

He gave her a charming smile. Their mission was successful, and she did a great job being his wife for that period of time. His eyes fell on her lips, as if there was something to say but he chose not to say it. He held on a little more strongly to her arm. He just enjoyed the intimacy of being with her, like the most devoted husbands might do.

I feel like we should celebrate our success somehow. He smirks, looking like he had a few ideas on his mind.

I want to celebrate it by taking my shoes off and jumping in my bed for a good night's sleep. She speaks clearly irritated by the party, act and Laurent's flirting.

He cant help but chuckle and look at her sideways, rolling his eyes. He smirks at her playfully, still clearly trying to look like the most loving husband. I think i have the perfect remedy for that... He leans in closer. In the meantime, can my wife walk next to me, arm in arm, with a smile in that gorgeous face of hers? He looks at you with more than just a hint of affection.

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Chamber opens the door for her, she slumps on the passenger seat. He gets in driver's seat. Lets just end this mission. And since we are done with pretending to be a happy married couple... She takes the ring out of her finger and puts it on the cup holder of the car.

If his eyes could go any wider, they would. His smile disappeared from his face, and was replaced by confusion. His reaction wasnt due to pain or sadness, it was due to the sudden change in tone. His confident, happy-go-lucky expression turned into a look of surprise... followed by something.

She could feel that something in his eyes. It was like a tiny flicker, but she saw it. He couldnt help but look surprised... and disappointed. He turned his gaze away. ...Of course. He starts the car.

She stares at the road in silence whole time back to the quarters. All the act, all the pose of married couple ended. She had told him in the first place, after this ends, everything will be over. Now everything ended, and they were going back to how they were.

Chamber kept driving. The radio was off, the windows slightly open, with a beautiful night and a clear sky outside. The silence was awkward, to say the least. His eyes were focused on the road, while his hand gripped tightly to the steering wheel. His face was emotionless, while his eyes were filled with regret. In such an odd way, even though the act was a lie, he felt hurt. Because of his role, because of who the target was, and because of her.

As he parks his car on the parking lot of headquarters, she had fallen asleep on the passenger seat on their way back after all the tiredness of the mission washed over her.

He opened the door and saw her asleep. His eyes looked down at her, her face so peacefully serene as she slept. He gave a small smile. He was proud at how well she managed to act for most of the time. He wasn't proud of something else, though. He got the ring from cup holder and put it on his jacket's pocket.

He gently picked her up so that she wouldn't wake up. With his arm under her legs and the other supporting her back, he walked to her room to lay her down. The way he walked and his face said: "I just want to take care of you."

He placed her on the bed, her body looking like a sleeping angel. He then sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep as he stroked her hair with extreme tenderness. His face was still expressionless, but his eyes gave the expression away. The look of... Love. He loved her. But that feeling would have to wait. He looked at the ring on the coffee table. He had to keep telling himself he had a job to do.

He placed her down carefully. He pulled the blanket up to my chin and he took off her shoes for her, placing them on the side of the bed. He then turns the light off, but he just stands there. Still no words, nor any hint of movement. He is just watching over her as she sleeps. Making sure she is comfortable. Making sure she is okay. Doing what a husband would do for their partner. It was an affectionate yet sad sight, if one could call it that. He had placed the ring she took off to the table on the bedside. She was still sleeping, her hair draped over the pillow, the blanket over her.

Chamber looks at her. He sees the beautiful and fragile features of her face, and the way she sleeps peacefully and serenely. He couldn't help but place a soft, tender kiss on her forehead. He lingered for a second, letting his lips linger, but he knew time was of the essence. He walked out, turning off the lights behind him, leaving her room pitch black.

On his way to his room, he turns towards her door once more. His chest filled with conflicted emotions, he turns away and enters his quarters, leaving her to rest. The mission was over, but his heart remained undecided.

He enters his own room. He sits down on his bed, looking at the bed beside his own. His face has an expression she've never seen, an expression that he had never expected. He was thinking about her. About the one woman who had the power to change his life. The one woman who made him feel both warm and cold. The one woman who made him feel so much affection and love at the same time. The one woman who could break his heart.

He throws himself on his bed to lay down. As if he was too annoyed with himself. Too much work, too much acting. His head spun with emotions. The mission was over. So why did his heart feel like a trainwreck?

Sorry if this sucks with too much explanation and lacking conversation and mission scenes/action. I had hard time to write something good and it was hard to type with burnt wrist so it took longer than intended. I hope this meets with your expectations.

[quibbs126]

So I’ve been drawing this today

It’s a redraw of this picture I made a good 3 or so years ago

Funny enough, this isn't technically the origin of the picture either, as I made a pose base for it that I just ended up reusing with these two, which was originally taken from a Pokémon anime screenshot that featured Jesse and Steven in wedding outfits (I don't think I have a picture of that original)

Anyways, so I made this because I was drawing these guys again, as you already know, and I just wanted to redraw this piece, seeing as how I was already redesigning them. This also gave me a good time to figure out Rasmus' green design

Also note I ended up asking my friend for ideas with the trio's new names, and she suggested Cinder for Rasmus. The name fits his theme, but I don't know if I'm personally sold yet. Personally, I like Cedar but upon looking it up, cedar isn't really a dark brown color, if anything it's more red, so

I did end up changing his colors to a more yellowish hue, which made me think of olives. So I think I might make his birth name Olive

I feel like Olive is seen as a more feminine name, while Basil would be more masculine, when it's the opposite here. Ah well

I tried to give them more "western" style outfits, but I really did end up just making something up. I think it turned out fine though

The flower in Periwinkle's hair is supposed to be like a rose, but I don't actually know how to draw roses, and can only vaguely remember how a super cartoony rose I saw was drawn, so have a flower that's kind of just...something

Also, she doesn't normally wear a flower in her hair, but the depicted scene is supposed to be when they got married, so it's a special occasion. They eloped to be together, so their marriage wasn't really much of anything other than paperwork and a nice dinner, but it was still a very happy day for them

I was originally going to give them the normal colored outlines I give characters, but I got this dark blue and was like "screw it, make that the whole outline color" and so I did. Gives me a blue ballpoint feel and I like it. I did do Olive's horns a different color, but I usually draw those horns like that, it just doesn't look right with normal line colors

And I just realized I forgot their tails. They do have them, but I keep forgetting they exist when I draw them. I mean I suppose they aren't that important, but still

Also, while I wasn't able to portray it, Olive is supposed to be very fluffy. It didn't feel entirely right to have his chest fur be out so you can see it, and I was struggling with giving the characters chin fur prior, so I didn't put that. I do have to come up with a solution to that. Also, while Olive was fluffy and soft, after his transformation his fur basically singed off and he hasn't been able to grow any more than short, rough fur. It is something he mourns but isn't that pressing in the grand scheme of the disaster he found himself in

Also while we're here, I might as well explain some backstory between these two

So Periwinkle comes from a rich, aristocratic family while Olive came from a somewhat poor one, where he and his mother worked at the local tavern. Olive's parents had him young and on accident, and a few years in his dad dipped due to his rising music career (though he did regularly send them some of his earnings), and Basil's pretty bitter about the whole situation

Anyways, so Perri and Olive eventually met and fell in love. However, Perri's family disapproved of their romance due to Olive's status, and Basil disapproved because this was exactly how she got into her situation (it wasn't exact, the two couples had very different relationships, but it was close enough for Basil to see their relationship as rubbish). So they eventually decided to run away so they could be together, with some help coming from Perri's sisters, who thought that Olive's status also didn't matter and they knew he was a good guy

Things would end up going horribly for them, but at least for a couple years, they were happy together

And yeah, that's this. Legit, I'm really proud of how this redraw came out, and I like looking at the clear improvement

[drpeppertummy]

extra leon & shel lore/tidbits copy pasted from the group chat that i dont think ive shared (non-kink-related)

[warning for mentions/descriptions of alcoholism, abuse, death including child death & pet death, transphobia, self harm]

angela really did not like shel before they became friends she thought he was just the most pissy old bitch. shel liked her fine bc she 1. never did anything to piss him off herself and 2. Called him a pissy old bitch which he thought was funny. i think she only changed her mind about him when she realized he was one of the only people to immediately start calling her the right name when she came out & when she realized he was friends with leon, who she already was cool with. now she'll defend him she'll be like No Hes Cool If Youre Friends With Him Honest I Swear. he always just liked her bc he thought she was Spunky. never really made a move to be pals with her just considered her one of his more tolerable coworkers. they both think its hilarious now that she hated him & she still Jokingly calls him a pissy old bitch. she was cool with leon Before coming out but only really became close with him After coming out bc he was like [in private] omg wait me too [<-paraphrased] & trans coworkers gotta stick together

shels cats prefer laying on leon when hes over bc hes softer & warmer & shel gets jealous so naturally the solution is for shel to use leon as a pillow so the cats have to lay on her instead

i think leon likes showering at shels house bc she has a shower chair & its nice. he probably winds up getting one himself anyway so shel can feel safer showering at his house too

shels house is pretty well cat-proofed. hes invested in soft carpeting so shits less likely to break if it falls, hazards are generally well-secured, hes got magnets on his cabinet doors so they cant break in, shit like that etc. the cats are more or less allowed anywhere in the house But he has a Strict no cats in the laundry room rule bc hes absolutely terrified of one sneaking into the dryer when hes not looking

leons place is like. very Lived In. kinda messy but not Gross (i imagine shel probably helps him keep on top of cleaning sometimes). a little dingy but not so much so that you dont wanna sit down & hang around. kinda dated. not overly well-maintained. needs some repairs that he just hasnt gotten around to (for years). hasnt been renovated or anything in decades. ugly old couch. he tries to keep trash off the floor but he is guilty of having old bottles & shit sitting around. making it look nice isnt a huge priority for him but he tries to at least keep it sanitary

shels house as we know is full of cat-themed crap & knickknacks & i think its kinda granny-esque & a lot of brown & pink & off-white & warm neutral colors. clean but cluttered & cozy. small but comfortable. nothing is like harsh & bright the color is all soft & subdued & the lighting is warm & gentle. lot of decorative things & photos on shelves & on the walls & on end tables etc. maybe some doilies. shel could be a doily guy. lot of cute fridge magnets

leon will refer to his pre-transition self as a girl/woman almost as if she was a different person he used to know. angela only refers to herself as a girl/woman including when talking about the past bc thats what shes always been even before she knew. & shel well hes just shel

projecting onto leon he'll be buying pants & be like "omg these fit Perfectly" & theyll be like a foot too long. length, as we know, does not matter when youre built like grimace

i think shel (playfully) gives leon grief for bein older than him. bc shel Looks older. if u asked their coworkers to guess theyd place leon at no older than 43 and shel at like 55

they bring out the best in each other. when shels around leon tries not to drink & he tries to take better care of himself bc he doesnt wanna disappoint him. when leons around shels less bitchy & less grumpy & in much better humor. theyre both happier around each other

i think leon was a little nervous about becoming an Official Couple & i think hed be a little nervous about getting married moving in together etc, not bc he thinks shel would ever hurt him but bc he still worries that all the abuse he took from bill was his own fault & hes afraid shels gonna start to see him the way bill saw him & get sick of him. & he feels guilty for feeling that way

shels had A Lot of cats in his life & he carries the grief of every single one hes ever said goodbye to. the majority of his Family Photos he has framed or in albums are pets & sometimes he'll be looking through them & gets a little misty. & i think leon realizing that all these cats have always pretty much been shels only family & hearing the way he reminisces about them the way somebody would fondly recall happy memories with their family or friends is a point where he realizes just how lonely shels life has been. hes always been very sentimental about his cats. if he finds a loose whisker on the floor he sticks it in a jar bc its too cool to just sweep up. & if one of them cuts him deeply enough to leave a scar he looks at it with fondness. & the paw prints they do at the vet when the times up. he def has those all hung up amongst whatever photos & other shit he has on the walls

i think shel has some kind of goofy little tattoo he got when he was really young & dysfunctional like. on her hip or some weird spot where nobody ever sees it & its some weird random stupid little thing & the first time leon sees it hes like ??????????? idk what it would even be but its definitely shittily done & probably doesnt have any meaning behind it

leon was originally supposed to be bitter & grumpy & bitchy like shel (who has been around longer & whose bitterness & grumpiness & bitchiness was well established by the time leon came around) but he wound up being more sad & sweet & nervous. i think his coworkers still generally dont like him unless they know him well & its mostly bc they make Assumptions about him based on the things they know. hes an alcoholic, hes a hot mess, he hangs out with that bitchy weirdo shel, he doesnt socialize much, etc

Thinking About Shels Cat Pics u knowww they look like shit. if hes texting them . with his flip phone. but also i think she takes a lot of Camera Pictures & puts em in a photo album. all the time leons receiving grainy shitty flip phone cat pic texts & he Adores it he feels so in love

Thinking About Angela & Leon i think they have like an extra special little friendship which they really come to think of as a father/daughter relationship after a while. it just kinda Becomes Like That. since she was relatively recently disowned by her parents & he lost his daughter & they both have a major void that theyre subconsciously trying to fill. he might take her shopping since she came out pretty recently & doesnt have much of a wardrobe & hes pretty experienced in the field of Womens Clothes. they make a whole little day of it. i think ive already mentioned leons necklace that his mom gave him that her mom probably gave her that he was gonna give to his daughter which he wound up giving to angela & it was gonna be a casual gesture but it wound up being a whole teary huggy thing for both of em

i think. if he found out bill died or something he would be all freaked out like Omg I Shouldve Been There For Him bc even after everything theres still a big part of him that thinks maybe if he tried harder if he did a better job if he was a better spouse etc they couldve been happy. even tho he Knows bill was awful to him & he Knows bill was a nasty evil abusive person & he would never wish what he went through on anybody else theres still a big part of him that feels like it was his fault & he deserved all of it & he cant possibly deserve better

Thinking About Baby Shel. sometimes as someone who works in school/childcare youll have a kid who nobody can figure out how to help--beyond troubled, disillusioned, home life is a mess, etc--& you just know in your heart that if Somebody cant figure it out theyre not gonna make it. shel was one of those kids from a very early age. any teachers he had who are still alive remember him well bc he was such a fucked up little terror & theyd be astonished to see that hes alive. not only alive but Relatively Happy. functioning. sober. nothing like the disturbed child they knew back then

the destroyed parent in leon wishes so badly he couldve been there for shel when he was little. even tho had they known each other at the time hes only like 4 years older. he hears about tidbits of shels childhood & just wishes he could go there & hold him. but he can comfort him now & shel appreciates that. i usually depict shel being more Okay bc he does have his shit way more together but sometimes he is just all fucked up & leons there for him. sometimes he has Bad Brain Days & sometimes its just that kind of day & sometimes its brought on by his pain or lack of sleep or somethin & sometimes something triggers it & fucks him up. & he might be agitated & moody or he might be sad & fragile or he might just be numb & barely responsive but leon will treat him gentle & make sure hes not isolating himself or neglecting himself or hurting himself & make sure hes taken care of until he feels ok again. leon often feels like he doesnt do nearly enough for shel considering how much shel supports him sometimes but when those days happen he usually (probably unknowingly) prevents shel from spiraling into a weeks-long & potentially life-threatening funk

Thinking About Leon bc ive established how angela & shel came to be without a family but ive never gone into detail on leon. i think his family was never very supportive to start with & they didnt like the man he married & blamed leon for getting himself into the relationship when it started going south & bill kinda drove a wedge between him & his family and then when he started to really become a hot mess with Apparent Mental Health Issues Including Alcoholism they shunned him even more & wanted no part of him or his problems & then by the time he divorced bill & started his transition he was so estranged from them & he knew how unsupportive they were in general that he just never came out to them & essentially disappeared. he was their black sheep & they were fine with him getting away. i think if he had the chance to forgive them & go back to them he would do it in a heartbeat in spite of everything. if he found them again & they were willing to take him back he would forget how much pain they let him go through all alone Immediately. hes too forgiving bc he doesnt think he deserves better. he woulda let bill back into his life too if shel hadnta beat him to it. hes afraid of being alone he thinks hes unlovable😔 shels trying to get him past that

shels mother was a terrible parent but sometimes he wonders if they wouldve had a happy life without his dad. & sometimes he wonders if he couldve saved her. leon will be like “you were just a little kid theres nothing you couldve done” but he cant help thinking about it. & honestly if it werent for his dad his mom probably wouldve been a fine parent but their relationship was so vicious & abusive & horrible that the household was just a constant screaming fighting mess

when leon got his top surgery he was freshly divorced & had no friends bc his shity husband had him all isolated & he was like the most alone hed ever been in his life he didnt have Nobody & he had to go through the whole process & recovery all alone & it was miserable so when shel gets his knees done leon makes dam sure hes there for him every step of the way

thinking about leon & angela finding out about stuff shel never got to do as a kid & being like Oh My God We Are Taking His Old Ass To The Zoo. take his old ass to the boardwalk for minigolf & rides & ice cream. cant take his old ass to action park. sad

[bloodfin]

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Rain Ghoul x Dewdrop Ghoul, Midwest Emo Ghouls AU

Rated: T

Word Count: 2.978k

Summary: Set in the Midwestern Emo Ghouls AU, Rain and Dew are trying to enjoy a nice game of pool when a preacher from a few towns over barges in and makes an unscrupulous bet. Rain teaches him a thing or two :)

Warnings/Tags: boys in love; possessive behavior (mildish, they just started dating like two weeks ago who can blame them), suggestive themes, implied/referenced cheating (NOT between raindrop!! the other guy in here is just a capital J Jerk), no beta we die like nihil, background ghouls/relationships

Author’s Note: *smacks fic* you can fit so much lore in here! i had a couple (literal) fever dreams about this raindrop fic after getting covid from a post-christmas pool hall expedition so..... the brainrot is incurable. enjoy, be well, and share what you can! special thanks to @herbal-quintessence for chatting with me about the AU and making me feel so welcome to share a few thoughts about them

additional disclaimer: this is about literal demons straight from hell and has absolutely nothing to do with the actual band members of Ghost

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Dew looks like he's glowing in the off-yellow lights that hang from the ceiling, his soft blonde hair glimmering while his head is tossed back in laughter. He had just sent another pool ball over the edge of the table, caught by Rain's quick reflexes before it could clatter to the ground.

“You know,” he smiled, rolling the striped ball back onto the worn green wool, “I thought you were kidding when you said you couldn't play pool.”

Dew laughed again.

“I didn't say I couldn't play, I said I was the worst.”

Rain chuckled, turning towards the bar.

“Hey Rory, can we get another round please? I'm gonna need it.”

“Two old fashioneds, one with extra cherries, coming right up.”

She smiled as Rain nodded, her bubblegum pink hair the brightest thing in the old bar.

“Fritter still on business?”

Dew had joined Rain's side, lacing their fingers together as Aurora mixed their drinks.

“Yeah, might just buy him out at this point. If I do that though, y'all will be saying goodbye to those old tables and icky lights. We need some color in here!”

She giggled as she added more cherries than were necessary to Rain's glass, setting them on the bar while he slid her a crisp bill.

They spent a bit of time at Cinders now that they were together together and Rain felt like he didn't have to worry about the cute bartender as much. As it turns out, he never really had to worry at all. Aurora was bubbly and flirty with everyone, and dating Swiss and Mountain, which his brain often forgot to remind him of in his moments of late night jealousy.

When Ifrit bought Cinders he didn't do much, just changed the name and a few lightbulbs. A few bar signs here, moved the pool tables there, but never quite got around to fixing the crack in the window above the heavy wooden door.

“Humans won't come by as often if it looks a bit run down,” he had shrugged, and no one could argue when they all knew he was right.

But sometimes he was wrong.

Rain was trying to show Dew how to properly rack the balls, a task he was certain could've been easier if Dew didn't make rack and ball jokes every three seconds.

“It's too easy,” Dew chortled, watching Rain's shoulders flex under his flannel as he rolled the triangular rack across the play field.

Rain was about to make a comment back about Dew being easy when the cold wind kicked in through the open door, a stranger walking into the beat up bar. Aurora greeted him pleasantly enough as Swiss stared him down from the shadows of a back table.

Mist and Zephyr looked over from their perch at a hightop, the man's human scent slowly filling the room. Rain and Dew shrugged it off, figuring he'd have a beer or two and be on his way. On the off chance a human did stumble into the bar, they typically had enough intuition to sense that something was just a little ‘off’ and never stayed long.

They instead went back to their game, chalking up their cues and chatting about nothing. Rain insisted Dew break this time, encouraging him with a good natured pat to the back before digging out one of the cherries in his glass and popping it in his mouth.

He watched Dew bend at the waist and carefully hold the cue between his fingers, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth in concentration.He settled his weight in his hips, mostly for Rain’s benefit but also because he thought it might help - breathed deeply, and struck the cue ball dead on.

His face broke into a huge grin when he watched the striped and solid balls roll around the table, four of them reaching the rails. Rain wiped cherry juice onto the bottom corner of his flannel before wrapping his hand around Dew’s shoulder, congratulating him with a little check of his own hips.

“I did that!” Dew was still smiling, overjoyed that all the balls stayed on the table this time, and he nailed a legal break.

“You did,” Rain smiled, faltering a touch when the man at the bar slid down to the corner, a little too close to be casual.

“Have a good teacher,” Dew purred, oblivious to the way the human was looking up and down his lithe body, eyes pausing a bit too long on the ripped back pocket of his skintight jeans.

“That was a great break for someone learning,” the stranger interjected, hand tight around his glass of pale beer.

Dew’s face was neutral, while Rain felt the corner of his lip start to quiver with a scowl.

“Thanks,” Dew said, snaking his fingers into the hand Rain held behind his back.

The man then turned to Rain, head tilted with a question. “Best way to learn is to watch a game, right? I’m a bit out of practice, but we could make a quickie of it.”

It was Rain’s turn to study the human, his neatly cropped hair and groomed stubble. He saw the imprint on his left hand, faded skin where a wedding band should be. Rain knew exactly what he was after, and there was no way he was going to get it. He squeezed Dew’s fingers before letting them go, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Sure. Keep this break, or start over?”

The man looked down the table, taking in the position of each ball.

“Well, he seems so proud. Let’s keep his work. I’m Michael, by the way, I preach a few towns over. Was driving through and needed a little break.”

Typical.

“I’m Damon,” Dew piped up, returning his cue to the stand and grabbing his drink before dragging a bar stool over so he could watch. “And this is… Richard.”

Rain turned to glance at him snickering into his glass, a perfect eyebrow nearly hitting his hairline. “Richard?” he mouthed silently, and Dew shrugged, feigning innocence and fishing the cherry out of his glass.

“Well Richard,” the human smiled, far past typical politeness, “why don’t we make the game a little more interesting for Damon, since he’s learning and all?”

Rain turned his attention back to the man, looking him up and down again.

“Depends. What do you want if you win?”

The man hummed, pretending to think about it, even though everyone in the small room could smell his intention from the moment he slunk down the bar.

“Perhaps I could buy that pretty little thing you’re with a drink or two, and then we’ll see where the night goes.”

Rain turned his head towards Dew, making sure the trail of purple Dew left up his neck that morning was visible under the bar lights. Dew shrugged, fully knowing Rain has never lost a game of pool in his entire time topside.

“Well, he seems alright with that.”

The man hummed, pleased. “And if you win?”

“I’ll come up with something reasonable, I’m sure.” Rain offered, his siren charm seeping out.

Filled with false confidence the man offered his sweaty palm in agreement, which Rain begrudgingly shook. He waited until the man had turned to wipe his palm hard against the front of his pants, shaking his head at Dew’s near silent laugh.

“Guests first,” Rain said with a tight smile, gesturing at the field.

Michael shrugged and lined up behind the cue ball, a loud snap echoing in the bar. The purple striped ball rolled into the corner pocket, and the man had the common sense to look surprised by sinking his first shot.

“Can’t believe that went in!”

Rain stifled his eye roll. It was an easy shot, Dew probably could have made it with the right encouragement.

Rain gestured for him to go again, watching him call a complicated show-off shot that the guy would most likely miss. He wanted to bounce off the rail and sink the striped orange ball, but shrugged it off when he scratched instead. Michael wandered his way over to Dew, pushing what would be considered a polite distance.

“That was a scratch, since I pocketed the cue ball. Now Richy here gets the ball in hand, and can shoot from wherever he wants.”

Dew had to take a deep breath through his nose, fighting every instinct he had to make a comment about how Rain was very familiar with the concept. Only a few weeks had passed since they decided to step across the friendship barrier and into something more, so, one could say that they’ve been making up for lost time.

Instead Dew focused on the way Rain walked around the table, rolling the white ball in his large hand. Dew could tell he was showing off a bit, his slender fingers wrapped around the cue, the way he appraised the table, surely making whatever secret calculations he always made when lining up for his shots. So it was a surprise then, when Rain paused next to Dew, taking a sip of Dew’s drink before nodding his head towards the table.

“Which ball should I sink?”

Dew hummed, tapping his fingers on his thigh.

“Well, he’s stripes so you want the solid ones. Mmm,” Dew paused, scanning the table. “Maybe the orange one?”

He pointed at the ball already on the edge of the far pocket, and Rain nodded in agreement.

“Good choice, he should be embarrassed if he doesn’t nail that,” Michael smiled, squeezing Dew’s shoulder.

Rain bristled as he dropped the cue ball onto the table, making a show of lining himself up.He could just rip Michael’s arm off his body, but embarrassing him felt more fun.Dew was watching, intently, the way he flexed his fingers around the stick, loosening his grip as he rolled his wrist to line himself up. The path to the ball he was taking was unnecessarily difficult, so he called the shot out loud to make sure the intention was clear. Dew watched him breathe and settle his hips, eyes following the snap to watch the orange ball tip into its named pocket.

Dew smiled, nodding in encouragement as Rain studied the play field once more. He could watch this all day, the way his eyes traced the paths of possibility across the field, trying to determine the quickest way to win. Rain often pulled at his lower lip when he was concentrating and it was cuter with his fangs, but was still adorable now. He watched him tip his head, no doubt showing off the line of bruises that ran the column of his neck, and much, much lower.

Dew had to snap himself out of it before he did something regrettable, settling back into the bar stool and finishing his drink.

“Oh, I’ll take that for you,” Michael offered, letting his fingers touch Dew’s for longer than necessary before he turned to the bar.

“What a gentleman,” Dew mumbled, watching Rain’s eyes get darker with each passing moment. He blew him a quick kiss, watching Rain catch it before pretending to lick his palm, running it along the stick a few times before Michael turned back around.

Rain smirked, finding a shot that nearly mimicked Michael’s failed attempt from before. Dew watched him nod to himself, using his long pointer finger to plot the course he needed to take. He moved around the table, gripping the edge, getting himself lined up in confirmation.

“Yeah, blue, left center pocket.”

Michael scoffed, and Dew shoved his hands under his thighs to keep his claws from coming out. He loved the way Rain’s brows furrowed as he breathed into the shot, aiming true. One cue ball, off the rail, skirting by the eight to tap the blue exactly where it needed to go, left center pocket. When Rain stood he ran his hand through his ruffled hair, eyeing the table for his next call.

“You’re pretty good there,” Michael said low, taking a long drink of his beer.

“Didn’t say I wasn’t,” Rain stated blandly, sipping his own drink. Dew swore he could see Rain’s skin burning from across the table, knowing he didn’t like how close this human was standing, although he couldn’t blame him. He knew Rain could end the game in six more shots, but he also knew that sometimes, Rain liked to play with his food.

It was on his next shot that Rain missed, purposely, as far as Dew could tell, leaving the cue ball in a difficult position for Michael to make any shots. Rain shrugged and slipped another cherry into his mouth, chewing slowly while making his way back to Dew’s side.

“You’re so hot,” Dew whispered, leaning into Rain.

Rain hummed, pulling another cherry from the glass and pressing it to Dew’s lips. He parted happily, chewing the sweet fruit with a smile. Really, how many had Aurora put in there? Dew took the glass from Rain’s hand and swirled his finger around the ice cube, licking it clean while Mitch or whatever his name was tried to work out a shot.

“Got me cornered here bud,” Michael joked, looking over his shoulder to find Rain shrugging nonchalantly.

“Not like I could do that on purpose.”

Dew bit back a snicker and Rain moved to lean on the table, knuckles pressing into the wood. Michael was taking aim, grumbling under his breath when he landed a solid ball into a nearby pocket.

Rain smiled and made quick work of a stripe. “Gotta keep it fair, yeah?”

Dew watched him wait patiently while Michael pocketed another ball before missing on his second shot, giving the field back to Rain.

Rain made quick work of two more shots, missing the third when his hand slipped watching Michael rest his palm on Dew's knee. A deep rumble filled his chest and the bar, a low enough frequency that the human never would have heard it.

Dew moved in his chair, crossing one knee over the other, sagging with relief when Michael pulled his hand away. Rain quickly returned to his side, resting the cool weight of his palm on Dew's warm thigh. It grounded both of them, let them breathe in each other's calming scents while Michael tried, and failed, to sink another shot.

How he thought he would ever win a pool bet was beyond Rain, but he supposed he could briefly admire the man's audacity. Only humans were so bold.

“You wanna get out of here?” Rain asked Dew quietly, fingers playing with the corner of his flannel.

Dew nodded, briefly leaning his head on Rain's shoulder with an affectionate rumble.

Rain returned to the table, shifting his weight between his legs while he studied.

“Red ball, left corner,” Rain stated, clicking his stick against the table.

Michael scoffed. “From where?”

Rain looked at him sideways.

“My apologies. Red ball, left corner, double bank from right and far center rails.”

“Sure, bud.”

Rain winked at him, settling into position. And when the cue ball followed his exact path and tipped the red ball in, Rain was certain he could have sunk the eight into Michael's mouth next with how far it was hanging open.

Rain flipped his hair to the side as lined up for his last shot, and Dew couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of his bruised skin. It was far from the first time he saw it that night, but every time he caught sight of the marks his stomach filled with butterflies, a reminder that Rain was his.

His.

He turned his attention back to the game to watch Rain call his final shot, sinking the eight ball with a frightening level of precision. When he stood the human offered him a few claps, nodding up and down.

“Figure out what you want? Since you won and all.”

Dew could hear that the man was a little bitter, his prospects blown by his incredibly hot boyfriend's hidden talent for pool.

Rain set his cue on the stand and turned, appearing to be deep in thought. When he breathed in Dew felt the air change, suddenly chilly as he sucked in warm moisture coming from the radiators.

“I want you to run,” Rain smiled, slowly letting small parts of his glamor drop away, the tips of his fangs falling first.

Michael stammered.

“You want me to… what?”

Rain leaned over the pool table, braced by his hands. His fangs were fully showing now, and his horns were visible in the shadow he cast against the wall. The air around the table got colder and colder, Rain absorbing the warmth with every breath. .

“You heard me. Run.”

Michael screeched out to the Christian god before turning and bolting out of the bar, Rain and Dew nearly doubling in laughter at the sounds of his car peeling away.

“That was mean, Rainy,” Aurora laughed from the bar, drying glasses and setting them on the shelf.

“Maybe he'll think twice next time.”

Dew hummed, hopping down from his chair to press into Rain's back, his arms wrapped around him in a firm hug.

Rain squeezed his hand over Dew's.

“Richard, huh?”

“Yeah, you know the nickname for Richard right?”

Rain stared ahead blankly, having a feeling he was about to be the butt of another one of Dew's jokes.

He snickered, resting his head on Rain's back.

“Dick.”

“You're insufferable,” Rain sighed, long suffering though good natured. “Let's go home.”

“I know. I love you too.”

They left hand in hand, giggling the whole way back to Dew's place, promises made between them to call a realtor in the morning and to finish packing.

Rain's apartment wasn't going to list itself, and the town could always use a few more ghouls.

[princesspuresarahk]

Meg Fanfic

Chapter: 4 Fun time shopping!

There are so many things to do they were showing some new perfume and makeup samples at Meg and Donna got to try and buy a few with Meg trying on these dusty pink lips that went lovely with her pale features and perfumes called Lovely English Rose and Buttercream Spice "Oh it smells so good," Meg sniffed in aww spraying a bit on her wrist enjoying the scented hints of vanilla, cinnamon and Star Ansie, Donna was enjoying one called sweet Autumn mornings smelling like a fresh mist of autumn leaves and cranberries "Ohh Cleveland you are gonna love this when you get back," Meg enjoyed the scent of the perfumes, unlike those cheap perfumes she is used to smelling.

Plus, they are much better than what "perfumes" her family gave her. They smell like grandmothers would wear or extremely cheap ones that smell really bad when you put too much on Meg shakes her head to get rid of the memories of those awful smells.

To distract her mind she caught sight of the new costume shop that had a selection of pretty cool costumes "Hey Donna let's go check out the new costume shop I heard they have cool things in there," pointing to the direction of Madam Masquerade's seasonal costume and props boutique "Ooooo~ That looks nice." Donna chorused. Walking inside they "ooooooohhh!" At the site before them costumes everywhere in beautiful colors and decorated with pretty lace and trim covered with sparkles and beads and little diamonds they were cute jester and clown costumes with beautiful masks that resembled Venetian carnival masks of all different sizes and designs, costume jewelry suits of and gowns oh goodness the gowns were gorgeous, especially with some that had Disney princess themes to it some covered with ribbons and little flowers and sparkles that when trying on can't help but it makes you feel like a princess they're even animal theme costumes and creatures for the Halloween festivities Meg's eyes practically sparkled when she sees the amazing costumes around her. She has never seen many options in one store."Come on let's try some on!" She said cheerfully as she and Donna looked through the racks of dresses picking out they like and heading towards the dressing room to try them on "Alright, Meg." Donna responded as she looked through the racks.

The first dress Meg came out in was a silver-blue Cinderella theme dress filled with puffy ruffles and sparkles Meg looked at herself giving the dress a beautiful twirl "What did you find Donna?" Donna comes out, wearing a winter-style pink Princess Aurora dress that is lined with fur. "This is beautiful~" She beamed. Meg thought so too"It looks amazing on you Donna," she beamed Donna smiled when she heard that. "Thank you, Meg." She replied. next one was a Rapunzel-inspired dress with pretty shades of purple and pink with white lace sleeves and neck the material was soft and velvet with the colors matching Meg blue violet eyes "Ooooo, girl~ You look amazing~" Donna is so impressed on how the dress fits well on Meg. "thank you," she blushed she never knew she could have so much fun shopping with Donna "oh I just remembered we'll be having a costume party this Halloween and this just gave me the perfect idea for the theme Fairy tales and Spooky Tales!" Meg did hear the Browns we're hosting a neighborhood Halloween party this year and a fairy tale-themed party with telling spooky stories does sound fun “Really? That sounds great!” Meg said they continued trying on costumes one costume Donna tried on was a gorgeous Greek-style dress made with different shades of purple and gold trimming Meg’s eyes glimmered when she saw the amazed. “Wow~,” She said in astonishment."That looks beautiful on you Donna you look a queen all you need is a crown to go with it!"The older woman smiled at the compliment; looking in the mirror she could tell this was the one! All she needs now is to find a custom for Cleveland Meg looks at other costumes in the store to see if there’s another one with a great style she finds a snow white inspired dress covered in soft lace and velvet material they were all so beautiful she couldn't decide what she liked most!

Meg is amazed by the design. It looks like it was crafted by hand. She looks at the other costumes. Looking around she came across a display of tiaras that had beautiful designs on them that looked so real it couldn't be like seeing a real crown a princess or a queen could wear one of them was decorated with gold and dark violet diamonds all over, it would be fit for a queen "hey Donna I think I found a crown for your costume," beckoning Donna over as Meg looked over the pretty crowns trying on one with rainbow diamonds decorated with an aquamarine surrounded by pearls and pink rubies on it with its surrounded little diamonds all over it "Oh my!" Donna looks at the tiara in awe. "This will go great!" She beamed. She tries it on while holding her costume against her amazed at the combination "You really look like a queen in this!" And Donna did if she were in a fairy tale Meg could see Donna it's a powerful strong loving Queen in a beautiful land where everyone is happy full of laughter and loved by all "I am so glad that you have found this, Meg!" Donna said.

It wasn't long till Meg picked her dress and chose the pretty rainbow tiara for it that both she and Donna continued their shopping enjoying each other's company it was nearing lunchtime so they decided to head to the food court for a snack and something to drink Donna looks through all of the menus throughout the food court. "What do you want, Meg?" She asked.

Meg looked over "A gooey stuffed baked cheese pretzel sounds good oh and sparkling raspberry water sounds nice too," Donna looked intrigued. "That sounds delicious."

They ordered a nice hot pretzel fresh from the oven stuffed with delicious cheese and fresh sparkling cool water to quench their thirst before finding a table to relax and giving their arms a break from carrying their bags and began to chat with Meg asking something on her mind "hey Donna I hope you don't mind me asking but how did you and Cleveland met you guys seem to love each other so much from what I heard from my family at your wedding you guys were childhood best friends?"

Donna smiles a bit. "Well, it was a lot more than that." Meg raised a brow "Oh how so?" Was there something more to their friendship?

“You will find out one day.” Donna deflected.

So they can continue talking about other things making each other laugh Meg even discusses their having a bowling team together but Donna finds a fun idea so busy talking they don't realize Roberta and Federline Jones are also at the food court until Donna notices them waving them down "hey Roberta hello Federline we didn't expect to see you two here how's your day date going?" She said with Meg waving a hello a couple was also holding some drinks and seemed to having a break as well “Oh hey, Mom. Hey, Meg.” Roberta casually greeted. “It’s been goin’ good.”

Meg smiled seeing the couple share a sweet moment while explaining to daughter about the plans for the theme of the party Roberta let out a squeal in excitement "Finally something we can do together as a couple of Federline come on sweetie we got to go find a couple of costumes see you later Mom bye Meg!," quickly she ran off with Federline arm and arm to go search for the perfect couple costume as her boyfriend yelled out "woah Roberta baby slow down I'm still carrying all your things I'm gonna spill my boba tea!" Causing Meg and Donna to giggle watching them leave.

The younger woman starts to wonder if she would have a partner as well. However, it feels like wishful thinking at this point. It was something she made peace about a while back and for now, it was okay to be alone she got to have a new friend who cares and makes her happy as Meg looks at other stores that she and Donna could go to.

Later after going too many stores and exploring amazing stuff it was nearing late afternoon so the two decided to call it a day heading back to the car and driving off home both were a bit tired from walking around the mall all day.

Meg yawns a bit as she starts to shake off the tiredness.

"you alright Meg?" Donna asked noticing Meg's sleepy eyes

"Yeah. Just a bit tired." she yawned.

Donna nearly let out a yawn herself the long day and cold weather were making her tired too "Hey how bout after we get home we grab our PJs and have a movie night sound fun?" Meg smiles at Donna's plan. "I would like that." She grinned.

Once they arrived home Meg quickly rushed back to the house with her things heading to the back of the house for the extra, extra secret key that her Lois, Chris, and herself knew about due to Peter constantly losing it from his stupidity or drunken shenanigans so they placed one by the rose bushes hidden under a rock. Carefully to avoid the thorns Meg gently lifted the rock scooping the key before opening the door and letting herself in

The house was very quiet and peaceful and she walked in feeling so different when her family is around not so much chaos from Peter and emotional stress from Lois with mischief from her brothers and Brain lounging about with a drink in his hand remembering the time when he was The voice of reason for this family helping it keep under control. Again shaking those thoughts away Meg made her way upstairs to put her stuff away keeping it hidden in inner special spots out of her family's eyes and hands before stripping out of all her clothes and rushing to the bathroom for a quick hot shower not wanting to keep Donna waiting after a quick rinse off smelling like vanilla and roses dressed in some fresh underwear and dressing in a dusty pink night dress with guipure lace panel puff sleeves material being stretchy and soft perfect comfort for a chilly night.

Putting on her bedroom slippers she grabbed a blanket for comfort he made her way down the stairs heading out the back again closing the door and putting back the key into its hiding place by then the wind had started to pick up getting chillier as sprinkles of rain hitting Meg's face "Burrr... Oh it's so cold so cold I better hurry," she shivered hugging her blanket tightly she made her way across the street towards the Browns residence Donna opening the door just in time to let her in Meg let out another shiver from the cold her cheeks rosier and pinker from the chill from the Northern wind “Ohhh! So chilly out there.” Donna shivered. “Quickly come in before you catch a cold.” as a heavy breeze blew against Meg

"Oooh!" Meg gasped as she rushed inside from the cold evening air the sprinkling soon became heavy and a clap of thunder echoed 'ka-boom!' in the dark sky "I hope you brought an appetite since it's just us tonight I thought to order us some Pizza as a treat,"

"Oh that sounds wonderful," Meg smiled as she and Donna got comfortable on the couch's warm blankets looking for a show to watch.

Meg looks at the endless options, unsure which to pick. It was then she came across the Studio Ghibli selection

She heard of Kiki's delivery service and My Neighbor Totoro but never got a chance to watch them “Let’s see that, Donna”, Mega suggested to her older woman "Oh Roberta and Rallo up this one is a sweet and adorable movie," Donna commented on the good choice as they both snuggled up on the couch as the song Stroll began playing

🎶Hey, let's go! Hey, let's go!

I'm happy as can be

Let's go walking, you and me

Ready, set, come on, let's go!

Over the hill, across the field

Through the tunnel we'll go

We'll run across the bridge

And down the bumpy gravel road

Creep beneath the spider's web

Ready, set, let's go! 🎶

Meg smiles as she listens to the theme, feeling a sense of peace. They laughed and were awed at the cute scene and cried at the emotional scenes by the middle of the movie when the girls were meeting Totoro by the bus station their pizza arrives "Here you go ladies on large pepperoni and two sodas it's $7.34 oh also we liked to give you free cheesy bread our last customer wasn't changed their mind last minute so we give them to next customer free on the house," he said with a kind smile both Donna and Meg touched by the sweetness of delivery man "why thank you young man that is very sweet of you here's the money and a tip be safe out there," she thanked giving the man the payment for the pizza and $20 tip making the man's smile brighten "wow thank you have a good night and be blessed," he said before walking back to his car silently giving a cheer to himself for the good tip he received!

Meg waved to the delivery man as he left. She admits that he does look a bit cute. Thankfully the cold hitting her face hid her light blush and made her way back inside they settled down back on the couch to continue their movie and Meg secretly admitted she really did love this time with Donna rather than her family.

They continue the night watching movies together from Pirates of the Caribbean to a spooky movie The Wolfman after getting a little too spooked by the movie when it is over watch another Sweet Ghibli movie Howl's Moving Castle both Meg and Donna find very sweet and romantic they were getting to the part where Sophie reunites with Howl again Roberta came home on time "hey Mom I'm home I'll see you later Federline," she called out giving her boyfriend a blow kiss goodbye before closing the door with her things "Welcome back, Roberta. How was your date?" Donna quizzed her.

"It was great Mom, Federline and I had a good time," she replied shrugging off her coat and letting out a shiver from the cold "I'm going to go ahead upstairs for a hot shower and head to bed I'm bushed I'll see you later," she waved off as Donna and Meg resumed their movie and wishing Roberta good night.

The movie is looking so good, especially with the animation. Meg tends to think what if she lives like that? Living in a beautiful peaceful place filled with wildflowers animals and interesting towns and cities that may have a few witches, goblins and magic but hey it would be an amazing Paradise it feels so relaxing and beautiful to be in. An amazing fantasy to live in.

Later the film came to its ending as Howl and Sophie flew off in their flying home happily in love Meg unknowingly fell asleep on the couch with a sweet smile on her lip full of sweet dreams of magical lands and adventure.

Donna looks at her before putting a blanket over her, smiling at how comfortable and peaceful Meg looks.

The next morning.

Meg awoke after having the most peaceful sleep she had in a long time, the peaking out of the window showed a soft glow and as she looked down saw that she was tucked in a big soft fluffy pink blanket. Looking around she realized she was still at the Brown's house she must've fallen asleep last night and where's Donna?

"Meg~! Get ready for breakfast~!" She heard Donna from the kitchen.

(Oh she must be up already,) Meg thought as she slowly got up stretching giving her back a satisfying 'POP'!

Making her way to what she believed was the kitchen with the smell of fresh coffee in the air and the smell of something good cooking.

"Good morning Donna," Meg greeted with a sleepy smile as Donna was pouring some coffee into a cup with one already in the other being her own "Good morning Meg did you sleep well?" She replied handing Meg her cup who added some cream and a little bit of sugar in hers.

"Yes, I did, Donna. And you?" Meg asked her.

"had a very good sleep though it did feel slightly empty without Cleveland I swear that man is like a big warm teddy bear hahaha," she giggled remembering how they would cuddle up together on cold nights like last night she hoped her husband and the boys are doing ok out there on their trip "anyway I hope you like porridge it's still chilly outside and thought something nice warm and hot can warm us up with our coffee," presenting a tray with two bowls full of hot steaming porridge with milk and cream to pour in with fresh honey and side of berries and nuts to add as toppings.

"Oh my, Donna. These look amazing to eat" Meg praised.

They sat down together enjoying the morning like the day before full of happy smiles and joy of the new family friendship.

"And if you need someone to talk to or anything or some kind of trouble or help you are always welcome to come stay here if you need to Meg," Donna commented during the dishes Meg happily helped out after talking about if Meg ever has trouble with her 'family' she'll be welcome at the Brown in case there's trouble. "That... is great to know, Donna. I am glad to hear that." Meg beamed. It feels refreshing that there is at least one person she can count on.'

what happens next in Chapter: 5 Lets go for a drive! a phone call from Lois? credit to the beautiful Taffy aka www.tumblr.com/queenofcandynso… for being part of this fanfic : )

[spacebobastories]

Okay so, I've been on Tumblr for a long time now and I love to write. I have *so* many things in my head I want to talk about. But what I really want to talk about are my OCs. This beautiful man is named Louis Belmont and I love him so freaking much.

I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday Lie to confess, fuck it, worry 'bout it some day Baptized in the crowd 'cause they lookin' pretty thirsty City full of sufferin' take me to the promised land Visits a chapel and these words, your religion Raise your cup for that holy grail that you're sippin' Free up your mind, I know that it can be a prison We ain't got much time, you better spend what you were given

Quotes

“What? You going to cry? Go ahead, make my day.”

“God damn it! It’s boring as hell! Where’s the fun?”

“Hey! Where’s my alcohol?!”

“Any good food here?”

“There’s a fight? Where? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“You want mercy? Ha! You came at me first. There will be no mercy from me.”

“…is that chocolate? Wanna share?? :3”

Basics

Name: Louis Belmont 

Age: 25

Sexuality: Bisexual but leans more towards men 

Gender: Male

Eyes: They are a golden color but what is interesting is that his eyes look like they have tiny flames in them. It's like a tiny furnace is in his eyes.

Height: 5'9

Body Type: more on the athletic side. He’s not super muscular, more on the lean side. He relies more on speed than anything, overpowering his foes with his speed and some strength.

Body Refs:

Race: African American/ German

Species: Mink

Sub-species: Wolf Mink

Birthday: July 23rd 1450 B.C.

Zodiac sign: Leo 🦁

Favorite Colors: Yellow (pastel yellow), Gold and red.

Hair color:  Auburn (dark red)

Hair length: Stops at his mid back. He also keeps it in braids like his sister, mostly to get it out of the way, but to show off the hair beads he has. 

Hair refs:

Piercings: he has quite a few. Mostly on his ears and tongue. He also has nipple piercings as well. His mother didn’t want him to get any piercings but…he never listened and didn’t care. It’s his body anyway. Don’t get me wrong, he loves his mother and will listen to her…but he just really loves piercings and wanted to get a few. 

Scars: Louis has a lot of scars on his body. Some from fights and others from just being clumsy. He has a jagged scar across his throat from when he almost got his throat ripped out from a wolf (which is ironic), a scar over his right eye when he was fighting a bandit, a massive one going diagonal across his chest from a monster attack. 

Species: He is a Wolf Mink (A Humanoid race that can look like animals or humans with animal qualities)

Voice Claim: https://youtu.be/0F8Qjgmlhkc

Theme song: Raging on a Sunday by Alexander DeLeon

Wardrobe: If Louis could, he would walk around naked. So, his wardrobe isn't that fashionable. He wears loose fitting clothing since he hates the feeling of clothes on his skin.

🔥Louis Belmont ⚔️

What is he like?:  Louis is a hyperactive man  who likes to be petty and piss people off. He’s nice, in his own way, and can be an asshole and a pest at times, but he means well. (Sometimes) he’s a very smart man under all that pettiness and people think he’s dumb which he uses to his advantage. He’s loud, obnoxious and snarky. He is very flirty and will flirt with anyone, but mostly men which is dangerous given that homosexuality is frowned upon, but he could care less. Louis does have a soft side for children and people are shocked when they see this soft, gentler side of Louis. They don’t expect that of a man like him. He *is* basically a giant man child. He is a hopeless romantic and will love his partner(s) to death. Spoiling them with kisses, cuddles and other things but also showering them with gifts. 

Like I said before, he is a *very* hyperactive man. He cannot sit still for the life of him and has to be doing something. Either cleaning his weapons or fiddling with something, sometimes tinkering and fixing things. Other times breaking them to see how they work. He loves to talk to those who will listen and won’t shut up. But he has a serious side and will take things seriously when need be. He doesn’t really like to show weakness and would rather hide his wounds or hide how hurt he is so others don’t worry for him. He is a strong willed and independent man but at the end of the day, he’d rather cuddle and sleep with his partner(s) like any human would. 

Likes: 

🗡️-cleaning his weapons (he loves taking care of his weapons. He’s always wiping them down and checking for nicks to fix. Plus, having a full blade is not good in battle.)

⚔️-finding new weapons to collect (this man loves collecting new weapons, either to use or just to have. Usually he likes to test out the weapons before adding them to his collection. He has many weapons from around the world that he is proud to show off to people who ask.)

🏃‍♀️-exercising( which includes, running, push ups, climbing. He has so much energy, like *so* much. He loves to run and climb. It his favorite thing to do. Plus, he can chase after a monster or a bounty easily for a couple of miles. He doesn’t tire easily. 

🍺-alcohol ( he loves to drink alcohol. No matter what it is, he’s trying it. He’s tried some fancy wine from France and loves the sweeter wine. He’s even tried the cheese platters with the wine and he’s addicted to them)

🤜💫-fighting and sparring (Doesn’t matter if it’s with monsters or humans, he *loves* to fight. It’s in his blood. If he’s not fighting then he’s sparring with his older sisters.)

🍩🍰-sweets(doesn’t matter what it is, as long as it’s super sweet. If there’s one thing he loves more than weapons and monster hunting…okay that’s two, but he absolutely loves sweets. Especially cookies or straight up blocks of honey.) 

👹🗡️-monster hunting and learning about new species (he was taught at a young age about monsters and the different species there are in the world. Of course it’s a big world so people believe that monsters aren’t real. But they’d be wrong. Monsters are indeed real and he has been taught how to kill them. He loves learning about new species and soaks up information like a sponge.)

🥰-his mom (he will not hesitate to say his favorite person in the world is his mother. He loves this woman to death because she’s been there for him every step of the way. She taught him so many things. And while it’s a woman’s job to do sewing, cleaning and cooking, Louis wanted to learn everything. So, he knows how to cook and sew properly as well as clean. He’s not ashamed to know these things because it keeps him alive on his missions. She also taught him to read and write.)

😴-taking naps(he loves naps. It’s something he loves to do when he can. It also is a way to keep him quiet for a few hours.) 

🐕😺-animals (he loves animals. No matter what animal, he seems to have a way with them. He can’t really communicate with animals, not really anyway. He can’t really *talk* to them, but he can sense what they’re feeling. Like wolves for instance, he is more wolf-like than anything and it’s easier for him to “communicate” with wolves than any other animal. It could be because of the magic he was born with)

🩷-cuddling(he’s a very touchy person, so, any type of touch he loves. It can be sexual or not. Just holding hands or kissing or just sleeping with someone in a pile is the best feeling in the world to him.)

👶-children(he wants a big family of his own some day)

🌲☀️-summer(he loves the heat and sometimes even sleeps in sunny spots. He loves the smell of summer and the sounds of the bugs that come out. Cicadas are his favorite noise on top of grasshoppers. He loves that he can swim in lakes and not freeze his ass off or just be lazy around the estate when he’s not on a mission)

Dislikes: 

😝-bitter things(it tastes horrible to him. Ginger and cranberries are the *worst* to him. He is *super* allergic to them. His throat will swell up and he will start to break out in hives and start itching. He knows the taste of them because he tried them without knowing. Never again.)

🤜💫-people messing with his loved ones (he becomes super protective and a little possessive over his loved ones. If it’s a sibling, super protective. If it’s a lover he becomes both.)

🥶- the cold(he *hates* winter with a passion. The snow is beautiful, he won’t deny that. But at the end of the day, he hates how the cold makes him feel. Sure, he has his fire to keep him warm but it can only do so much)

🗣️-people talking down to him or people ordering him around(now, he knows that if he’s on a mission or a team, he’ll have to deal with it. But if it’s not the team captain or someone he is with, he *hates* being bossed around.)

🕷️- spiders(he hates those spawns of the Devil, he accidentally sat on a nest of spiders and had millions of spiders crawling all over him. To this day he will have someone else kill a spider for him or he’ll freeze in place.)

🌿-vinegar and Eucalyptus(he hates the smell of vinegar, it’s super strong and disgusting to him. Eucalyptus is equally disgusting to him because the smell can make him feel sick.)

🥺-being alone (while he is independent, he absolutely hates being alone. Sometimes he’ll go on missions where he is alone for months on end, but it’s not like he enjoys it. He’s a people person and once he finds his loved one, he’s staying by them until they get tired of him.) 

His magic and fighting style 

What is the magic the Belmont's are born with? Well, it depends on the person. Many of the Belmont's are born with different magic. You know what they have by their eyes. 

Gold/red/aqua- Fire. If the fire is an aqua, then it is a very hot fire. It’s hotter than the red or golden fire. 

Deep blue/pale blue-water and ice

Deep green- nature

Brown- Earth

Neon green/pale green- poison 

Purple- healing

The Belmont's can be born with one magic type or two. Usually you can tell what they have by their eyes. Same eye color is one magic, two different colors are two different magic. 

Louis was born with fire magic and he loves it. He doesn’t do well in cold conditions because while he can keep himself warm, it can tire him out if he tries to keep his body temperature up for long periods of time. He does have a lot of stamina but if he’s trying to stay warm for 5 hours to keep his body temperature up would either get him very sick or he would die. 

Louis can create fire balls, light his weapons on fire or make the blades incredibly hot. He can melt through some metals, plastic and can burn wood. He can’t melt through anything, he would have to have hotter flames for that. 

He can create fire sprites which are little balls of magic that are warm to the touch but when he snaps his fingers, they can explode. He also can make flames float in or on his hand. Or follow him around. That’s why he rarely ever brings torches with him. 

He can create flames that aren’t harmful to others. Which means if he creates a fire and someone were to fall or step in it, it would feel warm to the touch. Now, if he were to create fire by using a fire starter, that fire would hurt others. Louis is immune to fire damage, yet it can still *hurt* him. He’s not completely safe from it. He’s safe from his fire though, but outside sources he’s not. 

When he does use his powers or when he becomes angry, his eyes glow brighter until it looks like his eyes themselves are small flames. His eyes can flash a very deep orange to gold when he becomes angry or irritated. Louis can regulate his body temperature and keep others warm or himself warm. That’s why he loves the heat so much and sleeps in the sun. He can feel hot to the touch if he sleeps in the sun and people can become worried, but he’s perfectly fine. 

Louis is weak to extreme cold weather and water. If he gets too cold, it takes him a little bit to get himself warm or create a fire. He can blow fire in his hands to get warmed up. Sort of like starting a furnace that’s close to going out. 

Fighting style: Louis is a close ranged fighter, preferring to be up close and personal with his opponent. Of course he knows to back up and get on the defensive if it’s an enemy that needs to be taken down from afar then rush in when they are down. If he doesn’t have his sword, he is really good at hand to hand combat. Using his strength and speed to overwhelm his opponent. He can use quick and light attacks or heavy and slow attacks. Usually he likes using quick and heavy attacks to overthrow his opponent. Using upper cuts and blows to the stomach. He is very agile and flexible. He can flip and bounce around, sometimes even bending in odd ways to get his opponent. 

Weapon(s): he has a sword he calls Ra which he straps to his hip. The blade is made from rare metals that had come from a fallen meteor. It’s a normal sword to anyone else, but when Louis holds it, it becomes more dangerous than anything else. He can set the blade on fire by running two fingers across it or heating the blade to the point it glows.

Louis is the third son of the Belmont family. They are a family of bounty hunters, monster hunters, doctors, adventurers, collectors and alchemists. They also sometimes work for the church to get rid of monsters that are too close to major cities or towns. They take jobs from families who have money and those who don’t. They are a very old family, have been around for many *many* generations and so they are a very rich noble family. Some of the Belmont's are well known around the world, some as great adventures and others as amazing and smart doctors. 

The Belmont's are a family who are born with magic and different colored eyes depending on their magic. Their magic makes them more animalistic than others. There is magic in the world, but with the Belmont's it’s different. They are faster, stronger, and have a sensitive sense of smell, hearing and taste. They can sometimes lose themselves in battle, snarling, growling and sometimes even purring. Their teeth are far sharper than others. Some say it’s a curse that was placed on the Belmont's. Others say that’s just how the Belmont's were born. Sometimes out of battle they can be just as animalistic, protecting those close to them.

People think of them as demons from hell or just cursed beings. But the Belmont's are amazing allies to keep but terrifying enemies to make which is why the church hasn't really done anything about them. The church may have power and influence, but they can’t compare to the Belmont's magical and fighting abilities. Louis is one of the well known monster hunters, he does do bounties but usually if it gets his interest. He travels all over the world to find monsters who people have seen or if there are rumors of said monsters.

 I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday Lie to confess, fuck it, worry 'bout it some day Baptized in the crowd 'cause they lookin' pretty thirsty I should be at church but I'm raging on a I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday Lie to confess, fuck it, worry 'bout it some day Baptized in the crowd 'cause they lookin' pretty thirsty I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday

This character was heavily inspired by Castlevania. The Netflix show. All the pictures and gifs are from tumblr. And I made my character from Picrew by the artist naylissah.

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🜲       ⸻      ·   。…     [  rose williams  /  twenty-seven  /  cis woman  /  she/her  ]  in  the  conflict  between  lions  and  men,  arwyn  tully  begins  their  first  steps  up  the  ladder  in  the  game  of  thrones.  known  to  be  devoted  and  tender,  their  rumored  submissiveness  and  obsessive  tendencies  might  prove  to  be  their  unmaking.  the  court  bards  play  upon  themes  of  heads bowed in prayer by candlelight as words are whispered to the mother, crystals clutched so tightly in your hands the skin of your knuckles goes white, a river trickling gently over colorful rocks  when  composing  a  tune  for  them.  while  they  are  the  lady of riverrun,  it  is  said  that  their  loyalties  lie  with  themselves  (aka neutral, aka the faith).  only  time  will  tell  if  the  tides  shift  favorably  for  them  or  if  the  climb  is  too  hazardous  for  even  the  most  sure - footed.

hi everyone ! i'm m / meredith. i'm twenty-three and from the est timezone, specifically in the united states, and more specifically in the wonderful state of new jersey, which i do bring up frequently. i'm a game of thrones abandoner planning on finally finishing the show in 2024 who has barely just begun to read asoiaf, but i am watching every episode of hotd with bated breath, so please bear with me as we go on a journey of expanding my knowledge together 🙏🙏🙏 so please, feel free to correct me at every and any turn

as for arwyn, i've included a read more below !

  extremely devout, and a bit zealous about following the faith. prays frequently to the seven, especially the mother, and is never without some form of seven pointed star in her jewelry, particarly necklaces. really enjoys singing hymns and has a nice voice, also has been known to carry crystals with her when she can.

similarly, she's not really excited about the idea of marriage, and has always harbored a curiosity about becoming a septa. but she also feels a strong sense of duty to her house. 

enjoys nature. also, a bit of a waterbug, puts the river in riverlands. she's a strong swimmer, really likes the rain. also has a soft spot for animals, and spent a lot of time walking around riverrun's godswood. 

can be in the bit of a stick in the mud. she has an anxious disposition and cares a lot about rule following and doing whats right, both in the sense of social graces, the faith, and her gut feelings. she has a strong moral code and won't easily be swayed to rid herself of it.

tw mental illness /  suffers from visions she believes to be sent to her by the god of seven. they in fact are not, but are religious delusions. often happy, but can very easily fall into deep fits of depression. she can definitely veer into paranoia with her anxiety, especially if coupled with a "vision" she believes to have been sent to her. she's smart, coherent and completely with it most of the time, but often gets extremely frazzled and scattered after seeing something. usually she copes with this via prayer. 

tw mental illness (cont.) / tends to keep her visions to herself, but often will confide in people the anxieties they cause her, offering them instead as her own ideas or more commonly, revelation through prayer. excuses any physical symptoms on headaches she has had since she was a girl.

generally kindhearted and friendly, though not someone without a spine. she has a stubborn streak, and while she could more be easily be manipulated and played by the game than many others, is not unintelligent. she is a quick reader, and has many prayers and hymns memorized.

has very repressed homosexual desires. very repressed.

a pacifist, and abhors the idea of war or any violence.

will often mumble to herself or speak under her breath. often gets lost in thought.

very easily embarrassed and flustered. doesn't do well with compliments, advances, flirting, anything. though generally friendly, can be a little shy when she's overwhelmed. capable of making conversation with just about anybody though, or at least she'll try to be polite. 

makes the most beautiful needlework in all of the riverlands, its true. her fingers are often pricked raw from needles and pulling on the string, and she can sit and do needlepoint for hours and hours while lost in thought. 

i'll continue to add to this as i plot and work out dynamics and everything, but hopefully this is enough info to get things going!! 

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Apologies if this has been asked before, but I'm curious what you imagine the looks/styles of the Modern AU characters to be! Also I hope you are having a fantastic day <3

If your talking about outfits I'll give you those but of your talking about of a specific artstyle I can't really figure it out

Time: he's more business casual at work but dresses a lot more dad like at home, the more kids they adopt the more fun his clothing gets

Twilight: he dresses in flannel and jeans. Doesn't matter the weather. His pelt is also part of a flannel

Warriors: he likes to dress up a bit, he'll look in times closet for inspiration and if he likes an outfit he'll recreate it but in his style. The only thing that stays constant in his wardrobe is his scarf

Sky: has a lot of comfortable clothing. Anything he can sleep in he wears. Hoodies, sweatpants, fuzzy socks. He doesn't like looking fancy, especially since he has a lot more freedom in his clothing now that he doesn't need to wear a uniform

Legend: he thrifts a lot of clothes and has an interest in vintage fashion. He really enjoys the punk rock era but also has a soft spot for the colors of the 80s, he mixes the two. He has a 6th sense for deals and wears a ton of the stuff you'll find in clearance bins

Four: doesn't have a clear inspiration and just wears anything he wants depending on how he feels

Wind: has a lot of tropical clothing and wears a lot of shorts. If it's too cold out he normally just wears pajama pants since he doesn't like being restricted to form fitting clothes. Hates jeans and will not wear them under any circumstance

Wild: he can wear anything and somehow pull it off. He doesn't really style his hair but will go on shopping trips with legend to find clothes he likes. His only requirements is that they need to be durable and flexible so they can get through his normal day of moving around a lot

Hyrule: like Legend he wears a lot of thrifted clothes. He doesn't really care about his wardrobe enough to build it to the extent of some of the others so he enjoys a nice capsule wardrobe of his favorite clothes (sticking to a theme of red green brown and blue)

Bonus:

Malon wears skirts, jeans, and nice tops or flannel (Twilight Inherited her sense of style)

Ravio is like Legend but the colors are more on the cool colors and darker spectrum. Think purples and navy blues.