#their color palettes were bothering me

[glitchedfoxx]

I was gonna wait until I had all of them done to post these but I've been struggling hard with Shadow and Zelda's designs so have some adjustments/redesigns to the quadruplets for now while I figure out what the hell I'm doing

[musubiki]

.🖤🔄🤍.

[meamiki]

isat color palette challenge WOO!! these are always fun :D

[captain-astors]

There’s no place for you, in this world or the last. 

[supercantaloupe]

hehe. rake's progress designs

[ominouspuff]

No Man Left Behind / Something Worth Dying For

REQUESTS / BLOG EVENT

Request from @razzbberry - Palette #1 - Alpha-17, Cody - Death of the Cynic in Me

Notes and close-ups beneath the cut!

Notes: I think Seventeen would, both subconsciously and consciously, keep his cynicism as long as possible. It’s how he thinks the world works, but it’s also a survival tool. It’d be a very, very slow death.

It’s put to the test with Cody — not because Cody is special among his fellow clones, but because he’s one of the first that bothers to fight Seventeen on his own terms. The argument is always the same. Cody wants to talk about what he hopes to be, someday, after he is a soldier. Seventeen thinks he’s stupid to think that’s possible, or that he’d be capable. Cody knows it, and he, might not be. Seventeen thinks it’s even more stupid, in that case; what a waste of energy.

It develops. When they’re older, and in the thick of war, one day Cody risks his life for the chance to save a brother that was going to die anyway. Seventeen yells at him for fifteen minutes once he’s conscious about luck and stupidity and the trouble it’s causing Seventeen and the false hope it’s engendering in others. Cody says he can disagree all he likes, but he doesn’t give a fig, respectfully. Seventeen thinks Cody can go try to get blown up again, if he thinks so.

There’s no point fighting for a better tomorrow; they’re bought and paid for to fight for something else, FOR someone else. Seventeen is prepared for being fodder, as a result. He’s prepared for unfairness and the bleak life that they’re living. Instead he watches as Cody defeats odds time and time again, somehow managing to balance being an exceptional military leader with a secondary war to live for something more, running himself ragged and — inexplicably — gaining ground. Each of those little victories are a little death for Seventeen’s cynicism; a chipping away. A little seed of Cody’s brand of hope takes root, awkward and begrudging, fond and tentative.

Then Order 66 happens. Cody’s efforts for a better life are in vain, and Cody himself-

Cody may never know that Seventeen was right abut just how helpless they were. Now he only knows that Seventeen is a traitor, apparently, because Seventeen — for once in his life — was the lucky one and his chip malfunctioned.

And Seventeen could say ‘I told you so’. He could rest, vindicated and resigned, in the fact that every dream Cody built up and everything he thought was worth dying for is pointless, now — as he always suspected it would be.

But it isn’t fair, even by Seventeen’s standards.

“What are you doing,” Rex will rasp, caught in a strange role reversal as Seventeen paints an armor set with Cody’s golden colors. “He’s not coming back, Seventeen. He can’t. It’s pointless to keep going after him, you need to stop.”

“No,” Seventeen will answer, unbothered, “I don’t think I will.”

“We can’t — we can’t keep hoping,” Rex says, because he means he will probably have a breakdown if he imagines there is even a pitiful possibility he could save his brothers and then have to turn away from that scrappy chance for the greater good and Rebellion, and all that. “We’ve got to move on.”

“Go on.” Seventeen will invite sincerely, one brow raised because he knows Rex better than that.

“Do you want him to shoot you?” Rex will finally yell, all knotted up at the thought of losing Seventeen too, even though it’s funny because Seventeen was never kind to Rex.

“He can try,” Seventeen will say, touching up the last of the paint. He will stand, wiping his fingers, and pick up his pack. “See you when we get back, then.”

Alt version:

[thesecondhandwoman]

DOING YOUR MAKEUP

Mel x f!reader

Synopsis: Today you decided to try something new and let Mel do your makeup (since you loved her look yourself). But you soon came to realize that even doing your makeup could become intimate with a woman like her.

The golden glow of the late afternoon sun bathed Mel’s chambers in a wash of honeyed warmth. Silken curtains fluttered in the gentle breeze, casting dancing shadows along the marbled floor. A soft, delicate fragrance of jasmine and bergamot lingered in the air—the unmistakable signature of Piltover’s most regal presence: Mel Medarda.

You sat on a plush stool, nerves flitting about your chest like restless birds. You’d never been in her private quarters for this long. Sure, there had been evenings spent talking into the night, and moments of quiet intimacy that spoke volumes. But this? This was different.

Mel stood behind you, poised with a brush in one hand and a palette of shimmering pigments in the other. She was a vision of elegance, clad in a flowing, wine-red gown that bared her shoulders and arms, her gold jewelry glinting softly with every movement. Her hair, perfectly coiled and pinned, framed her face like the work of a master sculptor.

Her gaze flicked to yours in the mirror in front of you—sharp, knowing, and endlessly amused.

“You’re holding your breath,” she said, one perfectly arched brow lifting in mock disapproval. Her voice was like velvet, smooth and rich. “Do you not trust me, darling?”

Your lips twitched into a nervous smile. “I trust you with many things, Mel. My dignity, however, might be another matter.”

Her low, melodic laugh filled the room like the chiming of distant bells. Setting down her palette, she stepped closer, fingers lightly tilting your chin up to face her properly.

“Dignity,” she echoed, eyes narrowing in playful scrutiny. “We can afford to lose a little of that, don’t you think?” Her thumb brushed gently over your cheek, her touch warm and deliberate. “You’ll look magnificent when I’m done with you.”

Heat bloomed under her touch, a warmth that had little to do with the sunlit room. You swallowed and nodded, finding yourself already lost in her presence—as if that were anything new.

“Close your eyes,” she murmured, her voice a soft command.

You obeyed, your heart doing a gentle stutter-step. The world went dark behind your eyelids, leaving only the feeling of her hands and the quiet rhythm of your breath.

Her fingers moved with a painter’s precision, applying a cool, silky base to your skin. It felt like being brushed with clouds, weightless and soft. Her fingertips lingered at your jaw, featherlight, tracing the line there as if committing it to memory.

“Perfect canvas,” she whispered, and you could hear the smile in her voice.

“Flatterer,” you shot back, but your words lacked bite.

Mel hummed knowingly. “I never flatter, darling. I only speak the truth.”

Her fingers left your face, replaced by the soft press of a brush. It swept across your cheeks, delicate as butterfly wings. She worked with a deliberate patience, layering colors and blending them with masterful ease. You wondered if this was how she approached her council work too—precise, unwavering, in total control.

“What color are you using?” you asked, your curiosity winning out.

“Rose and gold,” she replied, her tone light as she brushed along your cheekbones. “Soft warmth. Elegance without effort. It reminds me of you.”

Your eyes flew open despite yourself. “Mel…”

Her eyes met yours in the mirror, golden and molten with quiet affection. For once, she didn’t tease. Her gaze lingered on you, steady as a heartbeat. “Keep them closed, love,” she said softly, and you could do nothing but obey.

Her touch moved to your eyes, and you felt the gentle pressure of her thumb on your brow. Brushes followed, sweeping pigments over your lids. Gold, most likely—bright, bold, and unapologetically regal. You wondered if you’d look like her by the end of it. The thought didn’t bother you one bit.

Time slowed, and for a while, there was nothing but the sensation of her hands on your skin and the steady rhythm of her breathing. You felt her lean closer, her breath a warmth against your temple.

“Tell me,” she murmured, her words curling around you like silk ribbons, “has anyone ever taken this much care with you before?”

You hesitated, not because you needed to think but because the answer was so obvious it almost felt foolish to say it aloud.

“No,” you admitted quietly. “Not like this.”

Her breath hitched just slightly, a sound only someone paying very close attention would have noticed. She didn’t answer, but her hands moved slower, gentler, as if to be sure you felt every stroke, every touch, every moment of her devotion.

“Mel,” you said softly, heart tight in your chest.

“Shh,” she replied, the warmth of her lips brushing your ear. “Don’t ruin my masterpiece.”

Your lips quirked at that, and she chuckled, the sound low and rich.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she stepped back. “Open.”

You did, blinking away the light as your gaze focused on your reflection. Your breath caught.

You looked radiant. No, divine. The blush on your cheeks was subtle but perfectly placed, catching the light just so. Gold shimmered at your eyelids, like twin sunsets caught mid-dusk. Your lips were bare, but somehow, even that looked intentional—natural beauty left untouched, unspoiled.

Your gaze shifted to Mel’s reflection, and you caught her watching you, eyes hooded with a kind of quiet pride.

“You’ve outdone yourself,” you said, your voice hushed in awe.

Mel smiled, slow and knowing, like she had expected nothing less. “Of course I did,” she said, reaching for a small, glossy tube. Her eyes met yours, sharp with mischief. “But I’m not done yet.”

She uncapped it, revealing a deep, wine-red tint. Your eyes tracked its every movement as she turned it in her fingers. Instead of reaching for you, she tilted her head slightly and applied it to her own lips with the care of a woman used to wielding power in every action.

You watched, utterly entranced, as she slowly, deliberately coated her lips with the rich pigment. Her gaze never left yours. She pressed her lips together with a small “mm,” ensuring every inch of them gleamed with fresh color.

“Mel?” Your voice was already breathless.

Her eyes flicked to yours, and the corner of her mouth lifted in a smile so devastatingly sly it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Now,” she purred, setting the tube aside. Her gaze stayed locked on yours as she stepped forward, cupping your jaw in one hand, her thumb grazing your cheek in a slow, hypnotic sweep. “For the final touch.”

Your breath caught, heart thundering in your chest.

Her lips met yours, soft but firm, slow but certain. Heat blossomed where she touched you, a warmth that unfurled in your chest and spread through your limbs. Her kiss was the kind that made the world stop—not forceful, but inevitable. Her fingers splayed across your jaw, anchoring you to her, as if you were something precious that might slip away.

When she pulled back, her eyes flicked to your lips with satisfaction. Her smile widened as she traced her thumb just beneath your lower lip, catching a hint of the red she’d left behind.

“There,” she said, her eyes hooded and far too pleased with herself. “Now you match me.”

You blinked, breath still unsteady, and stared at your reflection. The soft red stain of her lipstick lingered on your lips, faint but unmistakable.

“You planned that,” you accused, lips curving upward despite yourself.

“Of course I did,” she replied smoothly, tilting your chin up with her thumb. “You’re mine, darling. Why not make it clear to the world?”

Her gaze softened then, something tender slipping past her armor. “Besides,” she added, her voice dropping to a murmur, “I rather like seeing my colors on you.”

Your heart swelled, too full for words, so you tilted your head forward and pressed your forehead against hers.

“Careful, Medarda,” you whispered, eyes closing. “I might just fall in love with you.”

Her breath hitched again, but this time, she didn’t hide it. Her fingers curled into your hair, steady and unyielding.

“Darling,” she whispered, lips brushing yours once more, softer this time, more real. “I’m counting on it.”

[alllgator-blood]

I posted these on reddit a while ago and I've gotten multiple messages asking if I had any other social media? Which I didn't at the time, but after years of not bothering to post my art I think that was the boost I needed to finally re-emerge from the rock I've been living under.

ANYWAY uhhhhhh I've drawn these guys so much since I posted this that they might look a little different when I eventually post my newer art of them. Mostly because I don't bother drawing the little crosses on their heads anymore besides on leshy because frankly the antennae are really funny. If anyone has any questions about my hcs or what I intend to do with the characters, my ask box is open and I don't have anything better to do than endlessly ramble about gods that 100% would rip my head off immediately if I ever encountered them!

SPEAKING OF WHICH, the reception I got for these on reddit was way more positive than I was expecting which I am immensely grateful for, but there was definitely some miscommunication about the afab shamura headcanon so I'm just gonna dump about that below the cut if you want to hear me ramble about my nonbinary-ness for a while:

OKAY SO it's canon that the bishops were feral little animals before they found their crowns, right? Leshy and Shamura both talk about it during their follower quests. Feral animals do not have a concept of gender, only biological sex, so if they ascended to sapient godhood they would suddenly have a grasp of gender. My hc is that Shamura was a female feral spider, ascended to godhood, lost their bio sex in the process as with all the other bishops, and was just like "you know what? I don't want to be anything. This is kinda swag actually" so they just became War and Grief and Cosmic Horror incarnate. I am fucking desperate for any relatable enby representation in the media I like, so I just want to clarify me saying they were female at some point just is me going "I am living vicariously through this character who shed their mortal flesh prison to be an eldritch spider war god devoid of any sex characteristics" and not "I'm one of those numerous people who for some reason lumps this canonically agender character in with a binary sex". Anyway thank you for reading this far, here's an unfinished voidpunk shamura from a pride flag color palette thing I did of the bishops:

[goosita]

attending a gala with young!politician!snow is both more and less terrifying than you’d imagined

he’d picked you up at 7pm on the dot, waiting outside of his car for you. coriolanus was dressed in all black, a departure from his usual red color palette. the moment you’d stepped outside to meet him in the dress and shoes (as well as necklace) he bought you, he’d smiled charmingly at you and offered his hand.

“you look absolutely enchanting, miss y/n,” he breathed, tone full of sincerity. you could feel your cheeks blaze at his compliment, giving a timid grin.

“thank you, coryo.”

coriolanus brightened even more, opening the back door of the car with his free hand and keeping you steady with the other as you slid in. he followed just after you, settling in beside you on the seat. now here you were, on the way to a big fancy party full of people who made more money in an hour than you did in a whole year.

“are you nervous?” he asks, glancing at you.

“absolutely terrified,” you admit with a soft laugh. “i’ve never been to anything like this. i don’t want to do or say the wrong thing.”

“you’ll be fine, i promise. just follow my lead, and it’ll be over before you know it.”

you nod, but still can’t force down all of your nerves. aside from this whole event being unfamiliar to you, you’re still jittery and unsure with coriolanus. he’s been so hard to read lately. you’re not sure if he’s just toying with you, but it feels too bold to think that perhaps he has a real interest in you either. too indulgent of your daydreams, your fantasies. you can’t seem to stop the fluttery drumming of your fingers against your thigh, until coriolanus is taking your hand and sliding his fingers between yours to stop their incessant tapping. your gaze snaps up to look at him, surprised by the touch.

“everything’s going to be okay. trust me,” he says gently, giving your hand a soft squeeze. for someone who’s last name is snow, his hands are so warm. his thumb brushes over your knuckles soothingly, looking down at you with a calm expression, and you nod. you do trust him. he adds, “i’ll be right beside you all evening.”

his promise makes you feel better, some of the tension leaving your body at both his words and his soothing touch. you glance down at your interlocked hands, his so much bigger than your own. his fingers are so long, pale and beautiful as if they were carved from marble. the veins along the top stand out, raised little rivers of blue that crawl up into his sleeve. his silver watch band rests against the delicate skin of both of your inner wrists.

once you arrive, it feels like a whirlwind of colors and lights and sounds. you find yourself dissociating from most of it, from the moment coriolanus leads you inside with a hand at the small of your back. you try to focus on the way his cologne catches your nose when he turns or moves, the familiar scent helping to ground you. the event passes in a flurry of coriolanus’s voice chatting pleasantly with Very Important Men, fond introductions of you at his side by your name and never your job title, being handed flutes of posca that you only sip on here and there. your date, however, seems to have no trouble at all socializing and sharing drinks with these people.

he’s a natural people-person. coriolanus charms and wins over just about every person he speaks to. the men respect him and listen to what he has to say, while the women giggle and let their eyes wander his face and body. you don’t like that the latter bothers you enough to sling back an entire flute of posca at one point while some district 8 office holder’s wife practically undresses coriolanus with her eyes. if he notices the female attention at all, he doesn’t show it. coriolanus simply keeps one hand planted firmly along your spine, occasionally stroking the exposed skin there softly.

finally, finally, the night comes to an end. coriolanus is loose from the bubbly drinks he’s had, making him a bit more smiley than you’re really used to. his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink that spreads over the bridge of his nose and makes him glow.

“did you have fun, darling?” he asks as he gets into the car with you. while he waits for an answer, he fumbles until he finds the button that raises the privacy screen between you two and the driver.

“fun is…certainly a word,” you offer, unable to stop your grin. coriolanus seems younger like this, spine less rigid and jaw less tense. he looks his age right now, you realize.

“hm. yes, well, i don’t have much real fun these days,” he laments, undoing his tie and shrugging off his suit jacket. “especially not with a beautiful lady on my arm.”

he glances sideways at you as he says it, sly smirk making his smile line in his cheek stand out. you resist the urge to reach out and touch it, instead looking down at your hands in your lap. you never know what exactly to say when coriolanus says things like that. you’re not sure if he’s being sincere, or if it’s just meaningless flirting to him.

he says your name softly when you avert your eyes, gingerly lifting your chin. “look at me, darling,” he whispers. he’s turned his body to face you fully now. his eyes search your face for a long moment before they trail down, landing on the snowflake pendant resting between your collarbones. his finger trails a path down your throat before tracing around the charm.

“it suits you,” he murmurs. the air in the car is suddenly so very warm, electric with the energy between the two of you. he’s so close to you, you wonder if he can hear your heart racing right now. if he knows its because of him.

“coryo,” you exhale, breath trembling slightly. you feel his touch again against your cheek, cradling it softly in his palm. his eyes seem to almost glow in the low light, the streetlights you pass making them appear almost translucent when they reflect off his irises. you both lean in simultaneously, eyes fluttering closed.

the first brush of coriolanus’s lips is soft, curious even. as if he’s giving you the chance to push him away. instead, you sigh and melt into him. his free hand comes to rest on your waist, squeezing softly as he kisses you more firmly when you don’t pull away. his mouth is plush and slick against your own, tasting like the sugary posca he’d drank.

you lose yourself to his kisses, slow and languid and indulgent, making you dizzy with how good it feels. coriolanus slides his hand down from your waist to your hip, then further down to tease at the slit in your dress that splits over your thigh. his teeth nip at your lip playfully, and he smiles against your mouth when you gasp at the way his fingers curl behind your knee to hitch your leg up over his own.

he encourages you to move so you can straddle him, sitting pretty in your silky dress on his lap. your hands land on his broad shoulders while his lips parts from yours, pressing hot, open-mouth kisses along your neck. his tongue drags along the side of your throat, making you shiver and moan softly.

“there’s a good girl,” he mutters, hands smoothing up and down your thighs that splay over his. “you make such pretty sounds for me.”

coriolanus’s words make you feel lightheaded, paired with his wandering touch and exploratory kisses. you shift in his lap just slightly, gasping softly when you feel how hard he is beneath you. his cock presses into the apex of your thighs, his hips pushing up subtly. he lets out a quiet groan, the hottest sound you’ve ever heard. the uncontrolled noise spurs you on, gives you the nerve to cup his jaw and bring his mouth back to yours and demand more of his heated kisses.

“stay with me tonight, my darling,” he pleads, panting against your mouth.

“yes.”

[manochulios]

MY NINJAGO DESIGNS (UPDATED)

Ok FIRST OF ALL!!! follow me on tiktok and AO3!! I'm posting my art there and I have a fanfic project centered on Nya (and Morro) that I started writing, I think you might be interested!

Secondly..... YES! After less than a week of posting the first designs, I decided to change some things!!!!! If you compare it to the old post you'll see that there weren't any very drastic changes, but there were a few things that were particularly bothering me and now I feel like I'm satisfied (for now.....)

Obviously, as you can see, I haven't changed a lot of things. Maybe I shouldn't have made this update in a new post, changing the main one would have been more than enough but.... nah.

Colors of the gold armor - I gave them a brighter tone, the old one was very dull

Zane and Nya's boots - brother wtf were those, now they are sooo much better

Zane gloves - I totally forgot about them in the first version, but now he has them!!

Kai and Nya eyes - in the old version they already had matching eyes (main color in their own color palette and pupil in the color of their siblings), but I made Nya's eye color more towards gray and Kai's towards brown, instead of the dark -cyan-almost-green and amber that they had)

Nya's hair and sleeves - I left her hair a little closer to her original hair, I felt that in the old one I ended up giving her a hairstyle more similar to mine in real life..... oops? I also changed the flowing sleeve to a more well behaved one similar to Kai's, I don't know if I totally like this change to be honest

Marks on their body - Lloyd now has marks from the oni transformation!! although they are not that visible from far; Nya and Cole's marks are better done than before and Zane has more robot features (although these three in particular are more visible under his clothes *wink wink*)

Jay has goggles now :D

Some close ups (I swear I don't know what I'm doing wrong for the images to be saved in SUCH poor quality)

Some headshots

So I guess this is it? NOW I'm gonna leave these designs alone. I already posted on my tiktok too, so if you can stop by and give me a boost I'd really appreciate it!! I'm already working on the individual images of each one with some headcanons and more specifications on the details of each one's designs, but it will probably take a while. I also plan to do a part two of the designs with some secondary characters, but that totally depends on my willingness and willpower LOL

see you soon <3

[itsgirlyki]

“Princess of the island”

the jujutsu trio and their sensei take a trip for a celebration vacation but megumi likes a little more than the scenery

🌺includes: megumi fushiguro

contains: pure fluff, fem coded reader, ooc megumi ngl

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the white haired sorcerer came to an abrupt stop after walking through milestones of trees and shrubs.

he points out to the crystal waters “here we are my cutie students. the beach of mamanuca island!” he turned to face his students and sees they already went ahead of him to explore the beautiful scenery.

“woah, this is so cool! i’ve never been on an island before.” yuuji exclaims while expanding his arms out as he fell against the warm sand. two feet slammed beside his head causing him to jerk away with a yelp.

nobara couldn’t tell seeing as she was to excited jumping in her spot. “so many views to take pictures of!” she pulls out her phone filming herself then the ocean ahead.

yuuji sat up in a hurry dusting the sand off his hair. “you almost stepped on my head!!” he huffs and pouts to the brunette.

“well your head should’ve never been in the way.” nobara shrugs not paying him any mind, keeping her focus on the device. yuuji growls and gets up out of the sand beginning to chase her. she sprints in the other direction screaming playfully, hoping not to be caught.

megumi sits quietly muttering to himself under the umbrella he set up watching the two fool around. gojo steps next to him offering a water bottle and the boy waves gojo away not wanting to be bothered by his antics. the childish man frowns and opens the water bottle letting it fall over megumi’s head drenching him.

“gojo-sensei what the heck?!” he growled shaking the water from his hair.

gojo chuckled snapping a picture of the now wet megumi “starting to act like your shikigami’s now eh? very doggish if you will.” he smirked teasing the younger male giving him a brief ruffle on the head.

megumi retracted from gojos touch almost snapping at him but kept his cool. he huffs through his nose turning around leaving away from the beach traveling elsewhere hoping to get as far as possible away from ‘the teasing gojo’.

after some time he came across a bush that was very lively which had him in confusion. he put his ear closer and could hear the slight sound of instruments playing which entranced him to come closer. inching up above the bush his view expanded bringing him to awe. beautiful color palettes of flowers and people littered the place, not to mention the aroma was mouth watering.

megumi stepped into the scene past the bushes basking in the bright sight. he sees many women approach him. he had frozen thinking he was intruding but only to receive a lei across his neck and arm. the eldest pats his cheek with a heavy grin reaching to her eyes “enjoy yourself darling!” all the ladies then giggled waving him away to find another target.

he sighed in relief then pondered around embracing the warm set up of the island wondering what kind of tradition it is. he found comfort in the place taking a seat at one of the empty stalls with wandering eyes.

a man tatted from head to foot came out from behind a tarp and saw megumi seated. “why hello there youngster, are you hoping to get a bite?” megumi tensed not knowing what to say.

“uh no thanks. i haven’t got any money on me.” the man blinks at him weirdly before laughing boisterously. megumi raises a brow with a tight lipped face.

the man halted his laughing before looking at megumi again, “oh, you were serious?” he scratches his head.

a girl suddenly came up and sat at the stall next to him entering their conversation, “i think he was definitely serious mau.”

megumi watched her from his peripheral drinking in her appearance letting a heavy blush coat his pale cheeks. she was glittered in body gems making her look glow even brighter.

“well then two bowls of saimin please mau.” she grinned.

“you got it yn.” mau nodded with a sweet smile going back past the tarp beginning on their meals.

he felt himself looking at her again only to see she was staring right back, “i see you’re not from here.” she giggles.

“uhm.. no i’m not.” he said dryly looking forward once more.

she tilted her head wondering who the mysterious boy is. she closed her eyes while leaning closer to him to catch a whiff of his scent making him flinch away and flush. “what are you doing?”

she stayed in her position still trying to sense his aroma putting a finger on her chin, “smelling you.”

after a few more seconds she leaned back opening her eyes. “you’re from kyoto, japan. and you’re not alone.”

megumi couldn’t hide the shock that was evident on his face. “how did you know all that?”

she chuckled pointing at her nose, “really good sense of smell. and you have multiple.”

he didn’t know why but he felt his chest speed up a bit at the odd girl. he coughed in his arm looking away rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. “so, what is your name?” he asked but shortly smacking himself after remember hearing the man say it.

though the girl didn’t pay mind to that, “it’s yn ln! what about you pretty boy?”

“megumi. megumi fushiguro.” he chokes back a stutter feeling the heat rush to his face.

“cute name for a cute boy.” she smiles with a wink. oh she was going to kill him with these compliments.

“foods ready to be served!” mau came out with his hands full of two saimin bowls. he placed them in front of the two as well as chopsticks.

yn claps excitedly smelling the dish. she looks at megumi and ushers him to taste. he slowly picks up the chopsticks digging into his meal. one bite after another he hums in fulfillment and gratitude.

“thank you, it taste good.” megumi bows slightly to mau then returning to his meal.

mau crosses his arms with a smirk, “oh don’t be so modest young man. you can say it’s more than good.”

yn chuckled at the man shaking her head, “don’t get too over your head mau.”

she quickly finished her food and waited for megumi to be done shortly after. they then waved off mau a quick goodbye before yn dragged megumi elsewhere. they were going further away from the liveliness and more into a calmer area that he hadn’t had yet to explore.

he looked down noticing their fingers are laced together and tried to ignore it failing miserably. yn noticed his fingers tense so she fully cups his hand bringing him closer. “why so stiff? relax a bit!” she smirked up at him causing megumi to burn brighter.

they walked past a few shrubs and hanging vines entering a beautiful garden that had just as much color as the festival. megumi was stunned at the sight letting out a little, “wow.”

yn chuckles at his reaction letting his palm go,“beautiful isn’t it? grew them myself.” if megumi’s jaw couldn’t drop anymore than he thought it would it did.

his brows risen in amazement, “all??” she nodded ushering him closer. they walked to the center of the garden seeing a beautiful hibiscus protected by glass. he noticed that it matched the one in her hair and reached out to touch it only for a vine to stop his hand.

“oh! yeah i wouldn’t do that if i were you.” she shook her head as the vines were very protective of the flower.

“they move..”

“yes! they do!”

“does the one in your hair move too?” it peaked his curiosity as things got much weirder. she flushed and nodded her head. she plucked it from by her ear and another regrew back in its spot.

“kinda, since i am the one who controls them.” she dropped a big bombshell on him like it was normal. maybe to her it was but this was new grounds for him. she saw as he was still confused and waved her hand around the garden making more flowers bloom. “see?” she hands him the flower she plucked forcing it into his hands.

she turns her back hiding the blush the arose to her cheeks, “now come along, we wouldn’t want your friends to think you’re missing.” he nods in agreement following the girl closely behind.

as they step through the shrubs together megumi trips over a branch bringing yn down with him making them smack lips together. they stayed intertwined for a good two seconds before pulling apart heavy blushes on each face.

“imsosorrywhattheheck.” megumi stammered feeling embarrassed but not regretful. he held out a hand for her to take seeing as she was still on the floor.

she gratefully took his hand which firmly pulled her up into his arms, “thanks.” she mumbled shyly flowers started to bloom around her feet and his. megumi smiles slightly tucking a hair behind her ear almost leaning in again.

“woah woah woah. back off our princess!” megumi felt a shove to his chest causing him to stumble back away from the girl.

“princess?” megumi asks in confusion. but no one has spoke up still leaving him in the dark.

“hey! don’t push him like that pali!” she frowned stepping in front of megumi. “he’s my friend.” she said crossing her arms.

“didn’t look very friendly.” pali smirked down at her. he glances at megumi curiously. “who are you anyway? not too often we get visitors.”

megumi squints and huffs, “i’m fushiguro.”

“well fushigurgur, i need to collect our princess so she can finish our ritual.” pali grabbed yn’s arm preparing to leave.

“ritual??” megumi rose a brow. yn glowered quickly denying.

“he’s being an idiot, it’s just a firework show at every ceremony. you’re free to watch.”

“well come on less chatting or we’ll miss it.” pali unhanded yn walking ahead letting her fall beside megumi so they could walk together.

“so yn?” megumi pondered.

“hm? something on your mind?” she questioned.

“yeah actually. why’d he call you princess?” yn giggled at the question feeling the answer was obvious enough.

“well silly, that’s because i’m the princess of this island.” the sound of a penny could be heard dropping. megumi was bewildered stopping in his place bowing at the girl.

“get up! none of that is necessary.” she blushed softly grabbing his shoulders lifting him up.

“now come along we have some fireworks to see.” her hand pulled his into the crowd as she settled him down in the sand. “i have to go on the stage but you can watch me from here pretty boy.” she winked at him with a thumbs up.

she stepped on stage with presumably the king and queen of the island waving. they lit the fire works letting them set off into the night sky doing beautiful patterns with many colors. but the only thing megumi could look at was yn. she was the prettiest thing of the night and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. she felt the burn of his eyes on her and turned to look at him with a smile and wave.

“megumi! megumi! megumi!” the said boy had woken up to yn pushing him out of his bed. he groaned rubbing the back of his head.

“you’ve been sleeping since 3pm! gojo told me to come check up on your before we went to our next mission… but you’re not even ready.” she shakes her head with a facepalm.

“oh.” he blinks up at her from the floor looking around.

yn scrunched her face with a questioning look, “oh? did you hit your head or something?”

“nevermind. get out so i can change.” he told the girl blankly.

“well okay meanie! i’ll be waiting for you outside.. by the way your hair looks a mess.” she chuckled walking outside closing the door behind her.

megumi got up off the floor stretching before rubbing his face, “way to ruin a good dream.”

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Frescos and Flowers

Solas x Inquisitor Lavellan Fanfiction.

Summary: Inquisitor Lavellan hadn't expected Solas, the mage who made her heart flutter, to know how to paint frescos, much less the reason why he was doing it. Neither was she expecting that she'd try to sneak flowers into Solas' quarters, hoping to make Skyhold feel more like home...and maybe make him smile.

Notes and tags: Fluff, Solas being frustrating with his push and pull about his feelings for Lavellan, Fade-kisses. I just wanted to write something sweet.

Words: 5k

Inquisitor Lavellan walked into the rotunda that Solas had claimed as his space, looking for the mage. 

The room was empty, but Lavellan's eyes were instantly drawn to a fresco starting to take shape on one of the walls.

The painted wall was a stark contrast to the other, worn-out and bare walls of the room, which was empty except for the desk full of books and papers that Solas had placed in the middle of the rotunda, some old, broken furniture covered with sheets, and a big couch in which the Inquisitor was sure Solas slept in, instead of claiming a bedroom.

The fresco wasn’t there before, the walls had been as bare and run-down as the rest of Skyhold…was Solas painting it? It looked like so, the paint seemed still fresh and there were brushes and bottles of pigment on a small table placed against the wall. It took Lavellan by surprise, she hadn’t seen many frescos, much less met anyone who knew how to paint those, and she hadn’t imagined it was one of Solas’ skills and interests.

She was still observing the new painting when the door opened and Solas walked in, holding another bottle of pigment, which Lavellan imagined was what he’d gone out looking for. 

“Inquisitor,” he greeted, surprised to see her standing there, yet polite as always.

Lavellan almost jumped back from the fresco. She didn’t know why she felt like she’d been caught red-handed, it wasn’t like Solas could demand people not to walk in and see his painting, otherwise he should have chosen a spot that wasn’t right under the library were mages worked and under Leliana and her spies’ quarters. There were bound to be people coming and going from time to time…though, probably they knocked, while she’d just walked right in… hopefully Solas didn’t mind?

“I, uh… I was looking for you,” she explained.

“Something in the matter?”

“Nothing bad, Josephine asked me to let you know she wants us to meet to talk about a noble house she thinks we could talk into helping the Inquisition.”

Solas nodded with a hum, heading towards the fresco and placing the bottle of pigment next to the others.

“I didn’t know you painted,” Lavellan said, to which Solas just nodded again, picking up a small piece of wood that he seemed to be using as a palette to mix the color pigments. “I imagined you were all the time here reading, doing research, studying…brooding…” she teased and Solas gave her an amused look over his shoulder. “Yet here I find you, devoting your time to a hobby.”

“We all have our vices, Inquisitor.” The corner of his eyes crinkled in the way they sometimes did when she managed to amuse him, a gesture that Lavellan found adorable and wished to see more often.

 “You’re good at it, I like it.”

“Thank you, Inquisitor, your words are appreciated.”

“I have a name, you know…” Lavellan sighed…She didn’t know why it bothered her that he’d call her just ‘Inquisitor’ all the time but it did.

“I know.” There it was again, that twinkle of amusement in Solas’ eyes. “And it's Inquisitor, judging by how people speak about you around here.”

He was joking, she knew it, and yet…yet he was painfully right. Sometimes it seemed as if she herself were disappearing, drowning, swallowed by her new role…everyone called her “Inquisitor” now, or still “Herald of Andraste” despite her protests, not even at Haven had anyone called her by her name…

The amusement was gone from Solas’ eyes, replaced with concern as he noticed the look on her face, that she couldn’t mask. “I'm sorry, lethallan, I didn't mean to upset you.”

“I know.” Lavellan nodded. “Besides you’re right. Inquisitor, that’s my name now…better than Herald of Andraste anyway,” she couldn’t help the bitterness in her last words. “I like it when you call me lethallan, though.”

She smiled at Solas, and when he returned it, she felt dancing twirls in her belly.

“I will do it more often, then.”

His words made the twirls in her stomach dance even more, and Lavellan turned to focus her attention on Solas’ fresco instead of his face, trying to keep the damned butterflies under control.

“So…what will this be?” She asked as she gestured at the fresco.

Solas briefly looked at her and then back at the fresco, his demeanor changing. Despite being an elf and not only a mage but an apostate, dangerous things to be at that time, Solas always seemed confident and self-assured, but it looked now like her question had made him uncomfortable.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Lavellan said tentatively…maybe his art was something personal and private for him. Then, Solas hadn’t chosen the best place to paint, though, people would be seeing it for sure.

“It’s…” Solas began and stopped, looking at the fresco. “It’ll be the Inquisition story, your story.”

“Oh…” Lavellan didn’t know what to say, she had not expected that…was Solas painting what she was doing, for real?

Solas turned to face her then, looking at her with an intensity that took her by surprise.

“People have a tendency to remember things as they want, not as they were…or to forget them, or twist them, turning them into something else, something that suits them, far from the truth. I don’t want that to happen to you, so I wanted to paint your story, your actions.”

Lavellan still didn’t know what to say, it wasn’t what she had expected, at all.

 “I…I uh…thank you, Solas…that’s…” She fumbled to find words and gave up. “It’s not only my story, though, it’s all ours.” She gestured around. “I’m not doing this alone, you all are helping me…I know I couldn’t do this on my own.”

“Mmh…I think you don't give yourself the credit you deserve, Inqui-...lethallan.”

His words combined with the way he looked at her, the fresco he was painting and why he was doing it…the dancing twirls in Lavellan’s belly were getting worse and her heart did something funny. 

“Sweet talker…” She murmured.

It was the same she’d called him that night at the Fade, when they had talked as they walked what had looked like Haven, before she kissed him and he kissed her back. 

The memory of Solas’s lips on hers, his hands and arms firmly holding her close to him while he kissed her with an intensity she hadn't expected, as if he were starved of her… It did nothing to stop the twirls and the beating of her heart, if anything it made the warmth growing in her belly worse. 

She wasn’t sure if Solas’ mind went to the same place, but something flashed through his eyes for a second, before he cleared his throat and turned away from her and back to the fresco. Lavellan hoped she hadn’t made him uncomfortable with her unfortunate choice of words.

“I’ll leave you to it, while we still have free time for a change.”

Solas nodded. “Dareth Shiral, lethallan.”

*

That night, Lavellan was sitting on her new bed, her back against the wall and her knees hugged to her chest, looking around the room. She was still not used to it. It was massive, the biggest bedroom she’d ever seen, seeming excessive for a single person.

She knew she should be grateful that she’d been given such a room, the best at Skyhold, but she couldn’t help her discomfort… It was so big and so empty, it felt cold and foreign. 

The whole of Skyhold felt empty, worn-out, and cold, though improvements were being made. Josephine had gotten workers to fix walls, floors, and roofs and they were working swiftly. Some of her people had also managed to make their spots feel lived in, despite having moved in not so long ago.

Josephine had her big and pretty desk near a fireplace, surrounded by bookcases that, just like the ones Cullen had in his space, were somehow already full to the brim of books. Sera had claimed a room at the tavern, filling it with trinkets, cushions, and what-not, and the Iron Bull and his Chargers were making themselves comfortable at the tavern too. Dorian seemed to take great pleasure in complaining about his quarters but he did seem to enjoy decorating it with what he assured were important stuff but looked just like trinkets to the Inquisitor, and with even more books.

Lavellan hadn’t done much to improve her room, though, she didn’t have anything of her own to fill it. Some people had sent gifts, but she’d felt weird about it, and she’d told Josephine to just place the stuff around Skyhold as she pleased.

Josephine had arranged some things in Lavellan's room too, though, trying to make it more homey, she knew it, and she appreciated it even if she still felt odd alone in that room. 

Now there was a tapestry hanging on the wall in front of her bed, a fluffy rug, a trunk with clothes, a small desk empty except for quill and paper she hadn’t used yet, and a bookshelf with some books chosen by Josephine. Most books were about history, etiquette, but it amused Lavellan to find a copy of High in Hightown by Varric. It’d be the first book she read as soon as she had time.

Still…she missed her clan’s tents, her own tent, her things, her trinkets…she had thought herself independent, yet there she was, missing she wasn’t even sure what… She missed the wilds, too.

The only thing she’d placed for decoration herself was a vase with some wildflowers she picked in the early morning, during the few moments she could still be alone with herself.

It was a small detail, in such a huge, empty room, but it made it feel different somehow, more like home, even.

Looking around the room again, Lavellan thought on Solas’ rotunda. It was so empty too, so cold, although probably the fresco would make it better. She felt flustered once again at what Solas had said, that he was painting her story, her actions…

Her feelings for him just grew each day, the more time she spent around him.

Solas had told her that their kiss had been a mistake, that it couldn’t be, that it was a bad idea…then he did something like that, talked to her the way he did, and sometimes he looked at her in a way…how was she supposed to stop feeling the way she did? She didn’t understand him, though, sometimes he seemed to flirt, encourage her advances, then push her away, just for the same cycle to start again…

It was maddening and yet she still felt the way she did.

Lavellan wondered what Solas was doing now, alone at his rotunda. Was he asleep and dreaming, wandering the Fade? Was he studying? Painting the fresco? Did he feel out of place in that empty, cold room too? Lavellan doubted it, probably he didn’t, but who knew…

Looking at the flowers again, the only thing that felt homey and like herself in the room, Lavellan got an idea.

*

Lavellan had waited until Solas left his rotunda, trying to look like she was not spying or up to something, and once he’d left, she’d picked up the vase of flowers that she’d arranged earlier that morning. She hoped that not many people had seen the Inquisitor picking wildflowers outside the walls before the sun was even up.

Vase in hands, she took the longer route to the rotunda, up the walls and through corridors that usually were empty, unlike the main hall and other areas of the fortress, hoping that Solas wasn't back by the time she reached the room.

She carefully checked that the rotunda was empty before walking in and rushing to place the vase with flowers on the desk that Solas had placed against the wall, the one empty of books and papers, unlike his table in the middle of the room.

Once it was done, Lavellan tried not to get distracted by the additions to Solas’ fresco and rushed out the same way she had come in before anyone, or worse, Solas himself, could walk in and catch her.

Not much later, she had a meeting with her advisors and companions, as per usual. What wasn’t usual was Solas arriving a few minutes late. He was frowning and seemed in thought, more than usual, his eyes scanning every one of them as if he suspected one of them was the culprit of the mysterious flowers that had appeared in his quarters, and Lavellan fought the impulse to smile. 

His eyes lingered on her a bit too long and Lavellan tried to keep her face neutral and not give herself away. She really should be paying attention to what Cullen was saying, though, not sneaking glances at Solas or thinking of trying to get some more flowers on his rotunda the next morning…

*

On the next day, Lavellan repeated the same process, sneaking into Solas’ rotunda with a new vase of flowers after making sure he wasn’t in. This time, she placed them on the table at the center of the room.

It seemed Solas had worked on his fresco that night, it was bigger now and with more detail than when Lavellan had gone to see him the evening before. They had talked about it, about Corypheus, about the Fade, all while Lavellan tried not to look at the vase of flowers that still stood untouched on the desk by the wall.

As she was leaving, doubt crept into her mind. Why was she doing this? Solas hadn't complained about the emptiness of the room, he probably didn’t feel like her, he didn’t need flowers…did he even like flowers? He couldn’t hate them if he hadn’t thrown out the ones she’d placed there the day before, right?

Cursing at her suddenly overthinking mind, this time Lavellan didn’t leave, and instead he took some steps up the staircase that led to the library on the next floor. She leaned over to see into the rotunda but tried to stay hidden, waiting for Solas to come back.

She didn’t have to wait long, she’d barely hidden when the door opened and Solas walked in. His eyes went instantly to the new vase of flowers on his table and… he smiled. He actually smiled. Lavellan couldn’t help her own smile at it and her heart began beating funny. 

Solas looked up from the flowers and straight to where she was hidden and so Lavellan pulled back, trying to rush up the stairs as quickly and quietly as possible. She tried to ignore the looks of the mages as she walked into the library, she knew she had a silly smile on her face, but she couldn’t help it.

He’d liked the flowers.

*

It shouldn’t feel so exciting and thrilling, to get a new vase of flowers in Solas’ quarters, but it did. Lavellan’d picked up some more for herself early that morning too.

She looked around the rotunda, pondering where to place the new vase. She knew she should be quick, Solas could come back at any moment…she felt silly at hiding like that, but giddy at the same, and the idea of giving the flowers directly to him made her flustered.

Focus. Judging by the book he’d left still open on his table, next to the vase of flowers, it didn’t seem like he was going to take long. Lavellan noticed that he was using one of the flowers that she’d first gotten him and that was already drying, as a bookmark…her heart did something funny at it.

She saw that he’d also placed one of the fresh flowers on the small table next to the fresco, where he kept his pigments and brushes…the twirls dancing in her belly were unavoidable now. She decided then that she’d place the new vase of flowers there on that small table.

“I knew it was you.”

Lavellan had barely placed the vase when she heard Solas’s voice, and she looked up to find him walking in from the corridor that led up to the library. He’d been waiting there for her just like she’d been waiting for him the day before.

He was smiling, smug yet sweet too, but Lavellan couldn’t stop how flustered she felt. “I…uh…I’m sorry,” she found herself bursting out those words, she didn’t even know why. She was not sorry.

“What…why?” Solas’ smile faltered for a second, replaced with concern, but then he was smiling softly at her again. “Don’t be. Thank you for the flowers, lethallan.”

“Did you like them?” She asked and Solas nodded.

“Of course I did.” His smile was reassuring, making Lavellan smile again. “But why all the secrecy and hiding?

“I don’t know.” Lavellan shrugged. Because it was too flustering to give him the flowers directly, perhaps. She was not going to say that. “But it was fun.” It was, indeed, she’d felt almost giddy sneaking flowers for Solas.

Solas chuckled, looking at her in a way that made her feel dancing twirls in her belly.

“Dorian’s been having fun too, every time he walks down the library he asks me who’s the admirer delivering flowers.” Solas rolled his eyes but he was smiling. “Should I tell him who’s behind the flowers?”

“No!” Lavellan wouldn’t hear the end of it if he did. “Let’s keep up the mystery.” Solas chucked again, his eyes light with amusement.

Admirer, Dorian’d said…as if someone who was besotted with Solas was leaving him the flowers. It was painfully true and yet…did she want Solas to think that? It was embarrassing, especially if he didn’t feel the same, even if sometimes it felt like he did…

“I’ve been picking flowers for my chamber too,” Lavellan said, as if that could make bringing flowers to Solas feel less intimate. “Trying to make this place more homey.”

“Skyhold is your fortress now. It should feel like your home.”

Solas was nodding to her words, but Lavellan wondered if she should have worded it differently. It was Solas who had gotten them there, who told them about that fortress which could be useful in their current predicament.

“It’s a great fortress, we’re lucky to have it,” she rushed to say. “And I’m sure it’ll feel like home in no time. It already does, with Josephine working on it…and well, with all of you here too. It feels more like home having you all around…having you…”

Lavellan trailed over, stopping her river of words and playing with one of the flowers. Was she saying too much? Being too honest? Too intense?

Without a word, Solas picked the flower she’d been playing with and placed it behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her hair for a moment. Lavellan looked at him. How he was looking at her made her breath hitch.

Solas was looking at her as if she were precious, beautiful, something to treasure. As if he, too, felt like her. He was looking at her like he did that night in the Fade, when she’d kissed him and he’d kissed her back in a way that stole her breath away, holding her so close to him she could just cling to him while they kissed, nothing but him on her mind.

She wanted him to kiss her like that again. Needed it, she’d dare to say

He was so close, he barely needed to lean in and they’d be kissing again. Lavellan placed her hands on Solas’ shoulders, gently, and for a second, it seemed like he’d kiss her, but then he pulled away, like he’d done in the Fade.

“Solas, wait, please,” she called after him.  She reached for his hand out of instinct, and was surprised when Solas not only let her hold his hand but intertwined their fingers, as if it were instinctual for him too. He was still turned half away from her. “Please, don’t leave…I thought…if I’m imposing…I’m sorry.”

“No…it’s not that.” Solas shook his head.

“What is it, then?”

Solas kept confusing her, she couldn’t understand what was going on, why he kept pulling back, when it felt like he too wanted to be close to her.

“I…I fear I’ll forget myself again.” Solas breathed out.

If that meant to deter her, it had the opposite effect, even if she still didn’t understand this situation between them, his constant pull and push. 

“Would that be so bad?”

“Yes…” Solas nodded but he sounded and looked almost sad. “Yes, it would.”

“Solas…if there’s something wrong, you can tell me,” Lavellan told him softly. 

“I…I can't…forgive me, Inquisitor.” Solas let go of her hand and turned away from her. “Thank you again for the flowers, I appreciate them.” With that, he walked out of the rotunda through the door that led up to the walls.

Lavellan watched him go, confused and frustrated, but she didn’t call for him or try to follow him, she didn’t want to press it. Part of her didn’t want to overwhelm Solas, while the other part was afraid of how Solas might react if she insisted.

He kept dodging and refusing her advances. Maybe she’d misinterpreted him and he wasn’t interested, but he was too polite to say so. But then, what was the way he looked at her sometimes…or the way he’d kissed her in the Fade, as if he couldn’t get enough of her…Lavellan felt warmer every time she remembered his kisses.

Then why did he keep refusing her…even in the Fade… Why did he keep saying that it couldn’t be, that it was a mistake. Something was going on and it drove her crazy that she couldn’t know what, that he wouldn’t tell her.

She hoped it wasn’t something silly like not wanting to risk staining the Inquisitor's reputation or having people talking about it, because she really didn’t care.

Maybe he wasn’t interested in her that way and he really meant it when he said their kiss in the fade had been a mishap.

The thought was enough to sour Lavellan’s mood for the rest of the day.

*

Lavellan wasn’t sure what had woken her. She looked around her dark room and found a vase with flowers on her nightstand table. She hadn’t put them there and she didn’t recognize the flowers nor the vase. What was going on?

“Lethallan.”

Solas' voice came from her balcony and she made his silhouette in the darkness. Had he brought her flowers? The idea was sweet but she was too confused to appreciate it. Why in the middle of the night. And how had she not woken up when he walked in, placed the flowers next to her, opened the balcony…did she really sleep so deeply?

“Solas…what’s going on, it’s the middle of the night…” Not that she’d have anything against Solas being in her room at night, in fact, it was not an unwelcoming thought, but still, the situation was…odd.

“Come.”

Lavellan got up from the bed, brows knitted together, and approached the balcony, taking the hand that Solas offered.

Looking out, Skyhold looked different, unspoiled by time.

“We’re in the Fade…” She murmured and Solas nodded. “When is this?”

“I don’t know exactly, but a long time ago…come.” Solas tugged at her hand.

He guided her through an oddly empty Skyhold. Lavellan was sure it should take them longer than it did to walk out of the fortress walls but she tried not to question it, she wasn’t sure how things worked in the Fade.

Soon she found herself in a field of flowers like the ones on the vase at her nightstand table, illuminated by the moon and the stars.

“This is so beautiful,” she said as she looked around, taking everything in. When she looked at Solas, he wasn’t looking at the field but at her. “Thank you for bringing me here.” She smiled at him.

“I knew you’d like it.” A smile tugged at Solas' lips  “You were the one barging into my dreams the last time, I thought I might come knocking on yours.”

“I still don’t know how this works but…thanks.”

They walked together through the field of flowers, with Solas still holding her hand, and the butterflies in Lavellan’s belly danced faster, faster… He’d come to her dreams to bring her flowers and to take her to a field full of them, under the moon and stars…

Lavellan stopped walking, turning to face Solas and taking his other hand. He was looking at her in that way again, like she was precious… She wanted to hold him to her, kiss him, but she didn’t want him pulling away again.

This time, it was her who let go of his hands and took a step back. Solas frowned, looking at her like a puppy who’s been denied more cuddles, and Lavellan wondered if she was evil for enjoying it a bit.

She didn’t move far, though, just enough to sit down on the ground among the flowers. “Come.” She reached towards Solas again and he took her hand, sitting down next to her.

Lavellan looked at all the flowers surrounding them, and then up at the stars shining in the dark sky. Her eyes trailed back to Solas, who was looking at her in that way that was going to be her end…

“Do you know how to make flower crowns?” She asked.

“I…” Solas blinked at her as if taken by surprise at her sudden question and Lavellan couldn’t help her smile at it. “I can’t say I do.”

“Then, let’s learn together.”

*

It took a bit, but eventually, Lavellan was happy enough with the flower crown on her hands.

“There.” Before Solas could react, she reached to place the flower crown on his head. “Pretty.” Solas rolled his eyes but…were his cheeks and ears turning pink? “My, is the wise mage Solas blushing?”

Solas scoffed, clearly flustered, but when Lavellan grinned, Solas smiled too. He took the flower crown and put it on Lavellan’s head. “Now, that is beautiful.”

“Sweet talker, always.” She wanted to kiss him so bad…

There was a moment of silence before she spoke again.

“Solas…you said the kiss was an impulsive mistake, that we shouldn’t…that there can’t be anything between you and me,” she began quietly. “But you’ve never told me why...I'm not asking you to tell me right now, but maybe someday, you’ll explain it…just…I just hope you know you can trust me.”

“Inquisitor…” Solas sighed. 

Lavellan looked at him, expecting frustration that she was asking again, but he just looked sad in a way that made her want to hold him tight.

"I think…I think you too want to kiss me again,” Lavellan told him and Solas nodded but didn’t move any closer. Lavellan reached to cup his face, stroking his cheek with her thumb when he rested it on her palm, leaning into her touch. “So do it. Do it here, in the Fade, and we can pretend it’s only a dream.”

“No.” Solas moved away from her touch. “No, you know it’s not only a dream. I won’t have you here and pretend it’s nothing when you are awake. It’s unfair to you.”

“You can have me too when we’re awake, you know,” Lavellan told him, arching an eyebrow.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know. And I’ll decide what is unfair to me.” Lavellan knew that something was going on, and she wanted Solas to explain to her what, but not right then. She was tired of cryptic excuses and tangents, of this push and pull between them. “So…stop it and just kiss me.”

She knew he wouldn’t do it if she didn’t take the first step, so she reached to cup his cheek again and leaned to kiss his lips.

For all his talk, Solas kissed her back immediately, reaching to hold her and pull her closer to his body as he’d done the first time, and she clung to him as the kiss deepened.

“This is wrong,” Solas said, pulling away, but he didn’t go far, he was still holding her tight to him and he buried his face on her shoulder.

“So you keep saying…” Lavellan murmured, placing a hand on the back of Solas’ head.

Only he could say something like that after kissing her in a way that stole her breath away, and after pulling her so close she was practically sitting on his lap. Lavellan gasped when he kissed the juncture between her shoulder and neck. 

“Because it is,” Solas said as his mouth trailed kisses over her neck. Lavellan didn’t care. She didn’t care for his words nor for his contradictions, not right then, not with his mouth on her skin and her body pressed warmth against hers.

“Hush.” If he stopped now, Lavellan felt she might just die right there in the Fade. She moved to sit more securely on his lap and she felt Solas taking a sharp breath against the skin of his neck at it. “It’s a dream.”

“You know it’s not,” Solas said and Lavellan reached to cup his face with both her hands, making him look at her and stroking his cheeks with her thumbs.

“Let’s pretend,” she whispered as she leaned to kiss his lips again.

Solas didn’t say anything else, didn’t fight it anymore, giving completely into her, kissing her deeply as he held her tight to him.

*

Lavellan woke up regretfully when the sun began to come up. No. She didn’t want to wake up. She wanted to stay in that flower field in Solas’ arms forever. But it was gone…

Now that she was awake, she couldn’t help but wonder… had it been real? Had she really been in the fade with Solas? Or had it been just a regular dream? It hadn’t felt like only a dream, but how could she know for sure? How could she be certain?

There was no vase with flowers on her nightstand table and the door of the balcony was closed, but she’d expected it, she knew that had happened in the Fade…or in the dream, if it had been just that. But it hadn’t been just a dream, had it? She really hoped not.

Lavellan spotted something on top of the trunk where she kept her clothes, and a smile spread on her face when she realized what it was.

A flower crown.

She rushed out of the bed to pick it up. It was real, and it was made not with the flowers she’d seen on the Fade but with flowers that could be found outside Skyhold walls, like the ones she’d picked for her room and for Solas. He must have sneaked in to place it there without waking her. Who else would have left her a flower crown and made it with those flowers?

Butterflies danced on her belly as she looked at the crown, carefully twirling it on her hands, a big smile on her face. She intended to wear it the whole day, everywhere.

Lavellan couldn’t wait to see Solas' face.

*

NA:

If I knew how to draw, I'd draw Solas in a flower crown.

Thanks for taking the time to read this. If you liked it, please let me know in a comment, and as always, reblogs are more than welcome.

Solavellan has taken over my life and mind. I love Solas character, his story, his depth, and I'm in love with his relationship with Lavellan. It's all so beautiful and tragic. I can only wish they'll get a happy ending in DATV.

I'm also incredibly grateful to Solas and Solavellan for giving me the will and imagination to write after so long.

I hope to write more Solavellan, if anyone would be interested in reading it, although writing Solas is incredibly intimidating.

Excuse my English, it’s not my first language.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"Come Home with Me Tonight" | Levi Fluff Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ ~1.1k ✧ notes ➼ fem!reader, fwb to lovers, mutual pining, alcohol, no use of y/n, some suggestive commentary but no actual smut (yet), idk i originally wanted to write something for valentine's day but then realized that this has nothing to do with valentine's day LMAO but here you go

Formal events were never Levi's thing. He had grown up in the Underground and lived a life that was the complete opposite of the world he currently found himself in—a world filled with formalities and facades he couldn't be bothered to keep up with. Thankfully, it was just for the night, but it was still a drag to keep up with.

He sipped at his glass of bourbon as he struggled to pay attention to the work drama that Hange was chattering to Erwin and Miche about. It was long-winded and convoluted and the pieces stopped connecting for him long ago.

Levi getting immediately distracted upon seeing you walk in didn't help either.

His movements briefly stopped as his eyes landed on you. You had strolled into the venue wearing a loose-fitting dress that perfectly fell over your features. The color complemented your eyes and your hair was flowing loosely over your shoulders. Your outfit was very minimal, yet Levi couldn't take his eyes off you.

Levi's somewhat mesmerized gaze was immediately transformed into a frown as soon as he saw that you were accompanied by a date, with some overly pompous recruit following after you like a lost puppy.

He immediately turned back towards the conversation in an attempt to distract himself, but it was getting more and more difficult the longer that the night went on. He kept on swapping his gaze over to you, despite his best efforts to swallow down the jealousy arising within the back of his head.

It didn't help that you didn't seem particularly taken by your date either.

As the party went on, socializing became more draining, and you quickly found yourself outside of the venue on your own, leaning against the balcony. It gave you some solitude as you looked over the seaside. With the sun just beginning to set, the scene was pretty and it gave you some time to relax to stave off some of the tension building within you purely from the sheer amount of people in the building.

"Too crowded for you?"

You turned around towards the door and saw Levi's distinct figure approaching you.

You weren't that surprised to see him. You had been friends with benefits for a few months at this point, casually meeting up with each other to relieve stress after a chaotic work day, although you had been avoiding him for the past week or so due to some confusing feelings that were beginning to arise whenever you were around him.

"...started talking about work relations," you responded with a sigh. "Lost interest pretty quickly after that."

You watched as he walked up next to you, leaning his back against the balcony railing, before passing you the drink in his hand. He had picked up your favorite for you.

"And you? Got tired of Hange talking about their work drama?"

"You could say that," Levi grumbled, which clearly indicated just how spot-on your prediction was.

You sipped on the drink he had ordered for you, subtly smiling that he had not only brought you it, but also that he paid enough attention to know your taste palette.

Your eyes occasionally flickered up to look at him, with you noticing just how stupidly attractive he looked in a suit every time your eyes landed on him.

"Where'd your 'date' run off to?"

His question pulled you out of your daze, and it took you a second to reorient yourself.

"Date?" you asked, momentarily forgetting the recruit that you had dragged along to the venue. "Oh. Him? He's just a recruit that wanted to start networking or whatever, so he just tagged along. Owed him a favor anyway."

The clarification helped resolve any lingering feelings of jealousy present within him, but he was annoyed at himself for even getting jealous in the first place. The two of you weren't in a relationship, and it was never implied that it was where you were headed.

Still, he found himself perpetually bothered throughout the night at the fact that you had shown up to the venue with someone else.

As Levi fell silent, you noticed him begin to shuffle around awkwardly, with his hands casually resting in his pockets.

Your eyes wandered down from his eyes to his neck, noticing that his collarbones were showing from the top two buttons of his shirt being undone. Feeling your body begin to heat up, your eyes continued traveling lower, with your gaze falling on how his suit jacket seemed to be hugging the curve of his back, before going back up as you noticed how the color of his tie seemed to make his grey eyes even more intense to look into.

It didn't take long before you found yourself imagining yourself in bed with him again. No one had ever been able to pleasure you as much as Levi could, yet you still found yourself avoiding him and dismissing your desire for his touch due to one reason: you were falling in love with him.

Distressed upon finally connecting the pieces, you immediately set your drink down and began to move to head back inside.

"...I'm gonna go check on Nanaba and the others-"

"Wait," Levi interrupted, his hand reaching out to gently grab onto your arm to keep you from leaving. "Don't go."

You paused and looked up at him. It had been a while since you've last slept together. You had assumed that this was where he was going with his request for you to stay, given the fact that you barely ran into each other without it ending up with you in his arms as he fucked the stress out of you.

"...I can meet you after?" you suggested. "Hooking up at this fancy venue might not be the best idea."

"Tch." He let out a quiet tut as he let go of your wrist and leaned back towards the railing. "It's not that."

You blinked at him in confusion, slightly tilting your head. "Then what?"

"...is it wrong of me to want more than just a meaningless fuck?"

Your lips parted in surprise, with your eyes widening, as you realized that those feelings brewing underneath the surface between you were real, and more importantly, reciprocated.

"Levi..." you whispered. "...what are you saying?"

He was silent for a moment, and you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was trying to figure out what to say. Finally, he looked directly back into your eyes, before whispering,

"...come home with me tonight."

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Hazbin Hotel Redesigns - Part Two!

the hotel staff are done and ready to give you mediocre room-service and amenities! individual pngs and design notes under cut!

Niffty - She/her, cis woman, straight

wanted to make her significantly more buggy! she's not really based on any bug in particular but i did kind of opt for some ladybug theming!

with her more buggy aspects comes extra legs and arms. she skitters around the floor like a little cockroach with her teeny broom!

i honestly think niffty's original design is very cute, so i didn't change too much. her color palette is the only thing i really had qualms with, so i made her more of an orangey pink since i think it fit her better. also, bug features on her are just really cute and were totally a missed opportunity in her og design. she looks so cute!

she's scarily perceptive and has great hearing

Husk - He/him, cis man, idk but bro isn't straight

i removed his bird features and made him just a cat. sorry to everyone that liked his wings and tail but i just don't really get his bird theming???

he has so much and so little going on at the same time so i simplified him a lot while still adding that grumpy cat bartender charm.

he's short and stout, only a couple feet taller than niffty!

he has all of the suits in his design, because i think it's really fun! wanted to make him look like some kind of retired magician

he couldn't be bothered to wear his suit jacket or tie his tie, it's a miracle they got him to wear his nametag

i overall just wanted him to look a lot older and more grizzled. husk's og design is really busy but in my opinion tells us nothing about his character. i hope this communicates more about him

Alastor - He/him, agender, aroace, gay

monochrome with pops of gold and red! he's a classy guy.

doesn't talk through his mouth, and can only speak through his microphone. he has it on him at all times, and this makes adam breaking his microphone a lot more consequential. he's constantly 'on air'

more obvious deer features! he has a tail and hooves because it's fun, sue me

i also gave him much larger antlers because his antlers are barely noticeable when he's not in his full demon form in his og design, and it doesn't make any sense to me why they're not. surprisingly, his antlers do get much larger when he's in his full demon form, even though they're already very impressive

he has two eyes i just left one out for stylistic reasons

the x on his forehead is always there, not just in his full demon form. however, it does glow when he transforms, and his other stitches become much more noticable.

he cannot stop smiling, and also cannot open his mouth. a terrible punishment for a gluttonous cannibal

he's extremely polite (he never, ever curses) and a neat freak despite his murderous tendencies. he's very touch-averse but has no issue getting in everyone else's space. he's still a manipulative asshole, but is extremely good at hiding his emotions

he's definitely one of the more interesting characters to me and i feel like has a lot of potential, which is why i thought so much abt his design haha

[lutinsdolls]

Monster High Scare-adis redesigns!!

LAGOONA: as usual, I made her skintone a cooler shade of pink so that it would blend well with her legs. I tried to go for a more tropical-sunset look, and her streaks are a nod to that. Overall the thing that bothered me in her OG design was her swimsuit, but the rope was cute so I kept it.

A cute doll overall.

CLAWDEEN: I’ll start by saying that they did my girl so wrong.

There is absolutely no harmony in the colors and the outfit.

I don’t get the vibe they were going for… And I wish they would give our girl braids!!!

There’s so much stuff that overwhelms the eyes.

So, I gave her a swimsuit with the colour palette of the original shirt while also maintaining her sporty look by giving her sneakers and knee-socks.

I kept her tennis hat + the sunglasses combo and gave her braids and a high ponytail!

FRANKIE: I was inspired by Tyler, The Creator’s outfits.

Adjusted their color palette and made it more balanced.

And gave them big shoes bc I feel like they would like to be comfortable especially if they’re playing beach volley! :^)

DRACULAURA: I think that her og doll is pretty cute. Her colour palette is pretty balanced.

However I wanted to give my own spin to her design, by adding ruffles and little bats instead of cobwebs ( except for her hat ).

[the-s1lly-corner]

Pocky game w/ various HH characters part 1/3

I want pretzels so bad rn it's not even funny

Characters: charlie, vaggie, angel dust, husk, sir pentious

Notes: read is GN for everyone but vaggie and angel, Angel's reader is male, vaggies reader is fem, bonus hcs of what i think their favorite flavor would be- take it with a grain of salt because admin has only tried the og flavor and the cookies n creme

CWs: edit

CHARLIE

oh she loooooooves stuff like this and shes definitely going to bring it up if you dont bring it up!

very understanding if you tell her you dont want to play the game, she doesnt want to force you- however she is over the moon if you agree

meets you in the middle and gives you a kiss, probably does a little "mwah!" sound to add to the general light heartedness of the activity

excited and she loves sweets so she might eat her portion a little faster than you

likes all the flavors but always finds herself coming back to the original, can never go wrong with a classic

VAGGIE

not much of a sweets person but if she doesnt have anything going on shes likely to do a game or two with you

is aware of the game but has never played it, at least if this is a timeline where she doesnt date charlie because charlie 100% would get her to do it with her

unsure if its supposed to end in a kiss but she does keep that in mind when playing the game- neither works too slow or too fast on her end- she doesnt want to come off as too into it... not that shes not into you of course! she just doesnt want to come off as desperate if that makes sense

does it for you most of the time because she knows it makes you happy and it doesnt bother her

i think she would be an almond crush enjoyer!

ANGEL DUST

it should come as a shock to absolutely no one that hes going to use this as an excuse to try to flirt or tease you; even more if you clearly show some feelings for him or if you two are already in a relationship

sighs.. he would make it a point to nibble on the stick in a way to try to get under your skin in one way or another.. its like when people get freaky with popsicles

game ends with a kiss, hes well aware of it when you take the pocky out and he is READY

comments on how nice it tasted, likely winks, can see him asking to do it again

i feel like he would like the strawberry flavored ones.. though im unsure if thats because of his color palette making me think that or if he would actually be a strawberry enjoyer.. maybe a crunchy strawberry enjoyer

SIR PENTIOUS

has no idea what the game is so youre going to have to explain it to him, he gets way too into it because of what it implies- if you were suspecting he had a crush on you this is kind of a confirmation because theres no other reason he would jump at the oppurtunity

all talk until the game actually starts, he kind of just freezes up or slows his tune a lot... didnt actually expect you to agree, or think about what would happen if the game actually started

barely meets you in the middle due to his nerves, and i can honestly see him pulling away at the last minute

its not like he doesnt WANT to meet you in the middle, its just that its a little overwhelming! and this would technically be his first kiss with you! if its going to happen he wants it to be more special!

dork... but it doesnt help him in growing the nerve to approach you to ask you out

has never heard of pocky so im unsure of what flavor would be his favorite

HUSK

i dont think he would be all that interested, he might think the game is a little dumb actually.. on top of that i dont personally see him as being much of a sweets enjoyer so its more likely for him to turn you down

while derailing from the posts prompt, if you were to substitute the pocky with something thats more up his ally he might be more inclined to give it a try... though im unsure of what you could replace the pocky with and keep the basis of the game intact

actually, he doesnt really partake in games like that- the ones that can lead to something thats typically romantic. its just not his cup of tea

i can see him being a bit of tease, but i dont think this meshes well with his style... might do it to humor you though

does NOT eat much of the pocky, and he prefers the bit with no chocolate- might take one nibble to please you but thats it

if you two are already dating, though, hes going to lean into the kiss

no favorite flavor due to the above mentioned "hes not a sweets guy"