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#I love the color pallet I did not know i picked

mintsuwu · 2 months

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please how did you come up with her design I've been trying to make a design for my poppy playtime oc but it always ends up looking like rubbish please give tips😭😭

Hello, thank you for asking! Truth be told is that it took me a bit to figure out how to do LoolaLamb in general, she didn't come out too well on the first try xD I had to tweak a couple of things in her like the hair, colors or snout.

Initially, I wasn't quite sure of what animal picking for her, but then I went with the lamb idea for a few reasons:

- When I was little, I used to have a lamb plush I used to love dearly. Sadly I don't have any pictures to show since I no longer have it with me so I tried to look for one that looked similar on the Internet- But that was the main inspiration for her character. And since the Smiling Critters have their own plushies as well, I thought it would be interesting to make one of them after a real toy. I also took reference from other characters in media that were based on sheeps, like in Pokémon (Flaaffy & Whimsicott).

I would always recommend using references if you ever don't know where to start with a design. And in the case of a Poppy Playtime OC, you can look for references if you desire as well, or even turn a beloved toy of yours into a character, anything works!

In many cultures, the lamb is a revered symbol of innocence, purity, and sacrifice. It is often associated with religious connotations, particularly in Christianity, where it symbolizes the embodiment of Christ's innocence and the sacrificial lamb offering redemption and atonement for humanity's sins. I simply liked the symbology of this because I'm always a sucker for that when it comes to creating characters;;

This was mainly due to lore reasons, her association with Catnap, a follower of an entity, the Prototype, whom he workships and would do anything to get its blessing. LoolaLamb "sacrified" her voice for the Prototype (well, it actually was that Catnap took away her voicebox with that excuse).

Her name "LoolaLamb" is a word play for "lullaby", given the role she was going to have in the Smiling Critters line, a replacement for Catnap who would have a similar role as his, except that instead of using a gas to make people fall asleep, she would use her voice. Sheeps and lambs are also heavily associated with sleep and dreams, given the advice: if you can't get to sleep, just “count sheep” until you drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Sheep are wanderers. It's their nature. Even in the best and safest of places, places that provide protection, water, and food, sheep are known to wander off, get lost, and sometimes eaten by predators.

Her color pick was mainly because even if the smiling critters have more or less the colors of the rainbow and there are already two blue colored critters (Bubba Bubbaphant being more of a neutral blue or azure and Craftycorn cyan or aquamarine), I noticed that there were no dark blue or indigo colored ones. My first idea for LoolaLamb was to give her more violet colors, given her correlation to Catnap, but at the same time I wanted her to stand out amongst the others, being a little more of her own character, so that´s why I ended up picking a different color pallete for her.

And those are pretty much the basic things I had in mind when creating LoolaLamb! Of course it doesn't always have to be so elaborated with all characters, but I'd always recommend to find references, information, symbolism, anything that might help you with the creation of your character in case you don't know where to start or are simply stuck!

I might not be the best when it comes to explaining things but I hope this has helped you and I wish you the best in your creative process, anon! 🙏🏻💖

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moonlightisdancing · 8 months

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Love in Fall/ d.r.w

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Word Count: 825

Content Warnings: SFW! fluff, super soft boyfriend danny <3

ib my gc <3 (this is for len)

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

You’re lying next to Danny on a blanket in your backyard, taking in the coolness of early fall. His arm is holding you into his side, your cheek resting on his shoulder. Your hand finds its way to his cheek as you start to trace the outline of his features, dragging your fingertips over his eyebrow. You gently run the pad of your thumb over his closed eye.

“I’m jealous. Your eyelashes are so long. They’d look so pretty with mascara.” You giggle at the thought of how long they would be.

“Would they? Do you wanna try?” He looks down at you, a splayed hand rubbing your back.

“Actually?” You sit up in excitement.

“Yeah, we can do that.” He stands up, eyes still on you displaying a hand to guide you to your feet. Once you’re standing, Danny bends down and picks the blanket up. You run to the house and he chases after you. He catches up with you once you’re inside, grabbing you into a huge hug from behind as you kick your shoes off. You break free by reaching back and tickling him as you run to the bedroom and start pulling makeup out. Danny makes his way upstairs and sits on the edge of the bed. You lay some eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara next to him, careful not to push your makeup limits. You grab a clip and pin his hair out of his face. Standing before him you open an eyeshadow pallet getting ready to enhance his beauty.

“Come here, my baby. You don’t have to stand.” He places his hands on your waist and pulls you into his lap. You straddle his legs as you wrap yours behind him, Danny locks his hands at the small of your back holding you secure on his lap. The gesture was innocent in nature, a simple desire to be physically closer to one another. You balance yourself with your non dominant arm holding the pallet resting across his shoulder.

“Okay, keep your eyes closed, bubs.” You gently drag your finger over each of his eyelids. “Do you have a color in mind?”

“I am at your leisure, I don’t know what matches my skin.”

You settle for a burnt orange color, feeling appropriate for fall. You dip your brush into the powder and tap it on the edge of the pallet, Danny giggles as the brush tickles his eyelid. You repeat the process with his other eye. Next you decide on a small wing on his upper lash line.

“Okay, you can open for this first part, I wanna make sure the wing’s even and sits on your eye the right way.” He looks at you with big brown eyes, in awe of your beauty. You map out the right length on either side, directing the position of his head with your finger to ensure the evenness.

“Can you close them again?” You gently ask. He closes them and you finish filling in the eyeliner on his lash line, completing the wings on both sides. You’re impressed by your ability, but jealous that he gets what are probably the best wings you’ve ever drawn.

“And now we just need mascara. Open your eyes? I’ll tell you when to blink.” His hold on you tightens just a little, pulling you slightly closer to him. You tell him to blink three times on both sides, coating his long lashes with mascara.

“Do you wanna see?” You hold up the mirror from the eyeshadow pallet in front of him to see.

“Daaaamn, who is he?!” He wolf whistles at his reflection, evidently feeling like art.

“You look so gorgeous, I��m jealous you got my best wings.” You pout.

“Baby, you always look gorgeous.” Danny leans in and kisses the top of your forehead, the tip of your nose and then your lips. It’s a way you guys often kiss each other, although you can’t remember what started it, it’s always been like that. Danny lays back on the bed, pulling you with him as he reaches over to pull a blanket over the two of you.

“This blanket’s cute, when did we get this…?” He raises his eyebrow as he’s draping a pink ghost blanket over your shoulders.

“Remember when I went to get decorations?”

“Oh! Yeah, I must have missed this in the Snapchat videos. Well, it’s cute, I like it.” He reassures you, followed by a gentle sigh of contentment. You lay on the bed together for a while, discussing what's for dinner and if you’ll be eating alone or inviting the boys and their partners over. Plans for the upcoming weeks of a double date with Sam and his girlfriend are brought up. You could spend hours like this with Danny, even if you were to lay in silence. Just to be in his presence, taking in his energy and warmth, was enough for you to fall more each day.

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simonsdoll · 1 year

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Helloooo my dear writer! So, here recently I’ve been hyper fixated on price, and ghost.

so, I was wondering if I could get some headcannons with those two *and whoever else you’d like to ad :)* of them with a reader who dresses more…alternatively, kinda? Just a darker brand of clothing, like Some chains, ripped pants, maybe a choker, the color pallet of all their outfits contains dark colors. Stuff like that.

it can be SFW and NSFW, cause not to sound cliché, I just REALLY think ghost would have a..‘thing’ for pulling on yt he chains n stuff.

You can dilute/take out any part you want, because this ask is also really specific, so I’m sorry!

have a great day/night, dear writer! 🍋-

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With reader who wears

dark styled clothing

headcanons

Thanks again anon for the request! Yes I am going to make SFW and NSFW headcanons because why not 👀 let me know if you want more I’m always here!

Hope this is what you asked for. Hope you like it and Enjoy! ❤️

WARNING: NSFW CONTENT AND MDNI

PRICE

- Not his typical style but he doesn’t mind your style at all. He honestly finds it cool

- He bought lots of black clothing such as leather jackets and black shirts so he could match whenever you go out together

- He likes playing and messing with the rips and chains of your clothing when he gets bored

- When going shopping he often loves picking the clothes for you. Chains,rips and ALL. He loves it and often picks up too many items than normal

(NSFW)

- Gets sexually frustrated when you wear fish net tights. He’ll rip them off and fuck you till you learn your lesson to not wear them around him

- Loves finding black bondage to fuck you in while he has his way with you any way he likes

GHOST

- He loves wearing dark clothes like you do so sharing is caring with him

- He always buys his clothes with you in mind and knowing you’ll love and wear what he picks out

- He thinks your chains and ripped jeans are so cool he often contemplates buying similar clothes with rips and chains so you both can match

- Always asking you after doing laundry asking who’s clothes are who’s because there’s always mix ups between each other’s clothes

- Yalls shared closet looks honestly depressing but you both wouldn’t have it any other way

(NSFW)

- Buys chokers to hold you down as he pounds you with it as he holds onto it for dear life

- Buys lingerie that you both know you would like, a sexy black lace so he could rip it off of you

SOAP

- He would be the one matching you at ALL times and refuses to leave the house if both of you aren’t matching

- He would be the one wearing the ripped jeans and all the chained clothing. He thinks it makes him look so awesome

- He is the one that splurges on clothes for the both of you whenever you go shopping. Often having to manage his money for him because he has no control

- Spencer’s is y’alls comfort place and you often have to drag him out of the store

(NSFW)

- He’s one of those people who are at the BACK of Spencer’s for a little too long looking for things for the both of you for spicy time

- He secretly has a stash of chokers hidden from you for spicy time

- While riding him you would grab his choker for support and while you ride him he would grab your choker to pull you closer to him to fuck your mouth with his tongue

Gaz

- He did go through a phase of wearing all black so he has lots of black clothes in his closet

- He honestly secretly raids your closet at times to try something new for once

- He loves your style and is often so down for thrifting at stores with you

- He also loves the chains and rips of your clothing and honestly gets flustered if you compliment him if he decides to match with you

(NSFW)

- Cannot resist not buying you chains to chain you to the bed while he fucks you

- Loves when you tie him up in black silk ropes or hand cuffs. He will let you do anything to him

- Fucks you in public if you wear a black little short dress and will fuck you while reminding you that if you wear that again in public, he will have no choice but to fuck you so good for tempting him when he can’t do anything about it

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starrysharks · 26 days

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OK so I'm feeling some guilt I started to draw cartoony like you but I get frustrated because it does bot look perfect like yours it's mostly small stuff like colors and clothes I love making cartoony body's sometimes clothing but I have color picking because I'm still new to art that has colors is my feelings normal or is it wrong of me? And how do I pick colors because it frustrated me to no end and made me stop drawing for months anyway in short summary how do I color the right way like I guess I know skin tones but anything else goes wrong and the other summary is how do you draw clothing because I can't for the life of me get clothing right

don't worry - it's normal to get frustrated when drawing. i know i've literally quit and deleted entire illustrations in the past because i didn't like how the colors came out, and i can spend whole hours just choosing base colors TwT i think the important part about learning art is not to rush. i'm seriously flattered you see me as inspiration, but what worked best for me back when i heavily referenced other artists was "mixing" styles together to create a "new" one - so i'd recommend studying and copying multiple artists you like and trying to blend their styles into one if that makes sense! ^^

hating color picking is completely normal when you're first starting out, and even late into art like i said before - i've been making original digital art on ibispaint for about 5 years now, and it's still difficult. but it's easy to make it fun, and the best way to do that imo is to experiment! i'd recommend studying color theory on a larger scale, and understanding how certain colors might look completely different based on where you put them. or maybe make an illustration and color it in a bunch of alternative ways! also, having "bad" or "awful" color skills starting out is OK - i still think my colors suck sometimes even now lol.

anyway, the best way for me to color pick is to just use that color for whatever the OG artist used for their art. let's use alex ahad as an example because i find his art and color use super interesting -

i don't usually color pick, but when i do, i typically start with picking the eye color. then, based off of the eye color, i chose a base color based on the character's color pallete (easier of the eye color is already close to the main color of the character, which for clyde is turquoise).

then, i pick more colors directly from the reference, for stuff like skin. at this point i have a good idea of the colors i want to use and stop color picking from the ref, but there's no shame if you still feel you need to.

after that, based on the colors i picked, i'll color in the rest of the piece. i usually end up changing the colors that i did take from the reference due to experimenting - for me, i just use color picking as a sort of stepping stone for when i'm not sure how to color a piece the exact way i want.

eventually, you can learn to color pick by eye rather than with the picking tool in your art program, tho that takes a lot of knowledge on color theory.

really there is no "right" way to color, especially for skin imo - don't limit yourself to just peach, tan and brown. clyde's skin is bright white, but i still used a yellowy color here because it was relative to the other colors in the piece. i've also used "alien" tones for human-toned characters in the past before!

and about clothing folds - i can make a full post on that if anybody else is interested OuO

#ask zeno #zeno's art #ocs #ultimate x calibur #clyde blacktooth #long post

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untoldsoup · 5 months

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Just wanted to say that I love your Human Bowser comic! I specifically loved the colors chosen for pages 42-47! They’re so nice and satisfying it’s kinda hard to describe! What’s your thought process when choosing the colors for a particular scene if you don’t mind me asking?

I'm not sure if you want the emotional answer or technical so I'll just go with how I know how to answer art questions:

First I have a set color scheme for the flat colors. This doesn't change, but the coloring i do on top of that does. For example: human Bowser has set flat colors that have not changed since page one. But as I learned new techniques I changed the effects/mapping i add on top of it.

I learned a lot of different coloring techniques between pages one and the current pages. At first i was nervous to change how I colored the comic and I had a LOT of new things I wanted to try and was worried people would be upset at the drastic coloring change. But thankfully all the feedback has been positive.

After I do flat colors I then will choose various color gradient overlays that I feel suit the mood of the page/panel. I like to use a lot of dark-to-soft-light overlays to add depth to the base colors. I also sometimes add gradient mapping, which is a art technique where a set gradient is added on top that drastically changes the tones. I usually put this layer at a super low opacity so its just a hint of change.

For lighting I currently love added bursts of light where i can, and then softening the colors of the line layer to make it look like the light bleeds over. Some softer glowing effects also help with this.

A big change i also did since the beginning of the comic is I now soften the line layer and color layers to give it that 'dreamy' look.

For the emotional side of things, when I pick colors my attempt is to think of what color pallet fits the mood/environment. I'm still learning when it comes to coloring (it's a weak point of mine for sure) but everytime i think i learn something new that will help with a scene I'm doing I try it out now.

One of the biggest things I'm doing right now is watching a lot of youtube videos on comic storytelling/layout/coloring to really try my best to get better.

I have a obsessive disorder/condition so I often need to be doing something with my hands. Either gaming, cleaning, or drawing. So I currently draw 3-4 hours a day after work (while listening to music or youtube) to keep myself occupied or I get antsy. It's why I tend to look like i work 'fast'. I'm not really fast at drawing, but I draw every day, and certain scenes/characters are second nature now when drawing.

I still make a lot of mistakes and have a ton of weaknesses but I'm loving drawing this comic a lot so I'm doing my best to fill in my knowledge gaps as I go. Clip Studio also has a ton of amazing assets/tutorials that really help and I highly recommend the program, especially if you struggle with perspective.

I hope this answers your question and wasn't too long winded 😭

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kappa-bappa · 11 months

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This was supposed to be for Mermay, but I got sick towards the end whoops. Anyways Mermay with the Borderlands Sirens but as actual sirens. And yes I’m adding Rhys, I love the Au where he’s secretly a siren like come on.

AU time: Sirens are their own race of mermaids that many people fear due to their powerful nature. They “guard” Eridian found at the bottom of the ocean, so many people try to befriend them in hopes of getting to the previous mineral. My lil thought for this is how Angel came to be. Handsome Jack may have seduced her mother or something along the lines idk

To the fish parts: I started off picking fish that best resembles the Sirens aesthetic but later changed it to which sea creature better matches with their abilities and it was a lot of fun.

Steele - barracuda; I couldn’t find info on her abilities so I just did one that matches her personality and name.

Lilith - fire hawkfish; matches her alias and her color scheme.

Tannis - spotted torpedo; this is where I begin picking fish that matches their abilities. Because she has angel’s tech powers, I picked the spotted torpedo that can shock its prey.

Maya - sea Angel; picked this one due to its cool mucus net it spits out when catching prey and it was the closest thing I could find for her phaselock. Fly high maya

Ava - sea butterfly; same way of hunting as the sea Angel and she has the same abilities so ya.

Angel - glass knifefish; another electric fish but it had a soft color pallet that I thought would match Angel more

Amara - peacock mantis shrimp; these dudes punch with the power of the sun and are known to break fingers and tanks. It was a no brainer picking this guy for Amara and for a flashy little guy I thought he fit Amara’s big personality.

Tyreen - lamprey; she absorbs the life force out of people and this dude is known for sucking the blood out of its prey. It’s right there

Troy - angler fish; the male sticks onto the female and leech off of them I thought it fit perfectly

Rhys - electric eel; I feel like he would have a tech ability similar to Angel so electric eel

I wish I could’ve done more research I think I would find better fishes for them but oh well anyways my borderlands obsession is coming back and I don’t know why enjoy

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rene-01 · 1 month

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*in fast food client voice* can i get uhhhhh some fun facts and/or lore about your internsona?

OMG YES NOBODY’S ASKED ME YET UGHRHRHHRHR

LONG STUPID RANT ABT INTERNSONA..

(Edited and added more ..)

So, his two dads made him get a summer job to make up for some shit he did during the school year, it’s not much different then his old job which was retail so .. he’s used to crazy stuff. He didn’t like the idea at first cause he’s not a very social person but slowly got closer with 2 specific interns being scribble ( @wheredidalltheusersgo ) and Matt ( @mattiec4kes , and his other crush he mentioned previously!) which scribble being pretty social got him to open up a bit more but he tends to feel annoying sometimes but he’s learned to like his job and some of the contestants !

His closest bonds are of course with scribble and Matt, who all have a questionable relationship. Most people think rene and scribble r dating but surprisingly they aren’t, they act like their in one tho from wearing each-others clothes, being touchy, to quite literally kissing on occasion. But no they are just VERY platonic and close, plus Rene’s love language is physical touch which he is very touch, he also bites (affection)

He’s autsitc, has adhd, he’s polyamorous, trans, and unlabeled when it comes to sexuality! He doesn’t really care much about that label, he just likes them if they treat him right and have a good personality. He also still dresses pretty feminine despite being a trans man (I loveeeee himbo feminine trans oc’s / personas)

His hair is actually dyed the dark brown it is (color pallet coming soon) from a dirty blonde, he sewed a trans flag patch onto his uniform, and he also Carrie’s a satchel bag with him a lot that contains a charger, AirPods, sketch book, snacks, and flavored water! (SPECIFICALLY flavored, he won’t drink anything except this specific brand water. He doesn’t like change like that)

He really enjoys to paint, draw, and make jewelry, he’s actually made a bracelet for every intern.. but he’s to nervous to give it to them. He LOVES making gifts for people, he also enjoys baking a lot!

These r mostly fun facts cuz I haven’t gotten his lore very up to date and in check

He was adopted by his two dads who love him very much, what happened to his bio parents is unknown and he doesn’t care very much, he loves his dads and knows they made him take this job cause they mean it with all love! He texts them everyday to let them know how he’s doing and that he’s still alive

He usually always has his AirPods in, listening to music or not.. just cuz it makes stuff a bit quieter for him. He also tends to go non-verbal a bit so he kinda watches scribble and Matt entertain themselves over a tree. He’s usually attached to one of their hips ngl. He also made them matching guitar pick necklaces!!

He also does a tone of cross dressing and is considering becoming a drag queen! He’s been learning makeup and how to style wigs cuz it seems so interesting to him, he’s to shy to admit this though

I think that’s it for NOOWWW. I also have a relationship chart I posted somewhere earlier as well! I might eventually do one with other interns if I get their permission!! Though he likes them all cause they suffer with him

#rant incoming #total drama #total drama sona #TDsona #internsona #td internsona #intern td

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quickiesgirl · 2 years

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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Chrissy Cunningham

Paring: Chrissy Cunningham x Henderson Fem!Reader

Warning: Cheating, Idiots to Lovers.

Chrissy stood in front of your bedroom mirror, wearing the black jean jacket that you always had on, running her hands down the sleeves and tracing the sewed-on heavy metal patches.

It was loose around her slim body and hung over her cheer uniform. Your soft scent was across the fabric, and inside she hoped that if she wore it long enough, it would make her cheer uniform smell like you.

Her wearing your metal head jacket made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. It looks like the two of you were together, and she loved the idea of being yours.

“What do you think?” Chrissy asked with a smile and gave a little twirl as you glanced up from your notebook and gazed at her.

“You look cute, Chris. I like when you wear my clothes.” You said flirtatiously, making her blush from your words. “Thanks.”

Chrissy Cunningham was your best friend and your crush for several years. It was like an instinctive nature to become flirty whenever you were around this dream girl, who you’ve been completely smitten by throughout high school. But you never expected her to like you since she was in a relationship.

She was with the star basketball player of Hawkins, Jason Carver. He was an athlete and born into wealth. Why would the most popular and prettiest girl in Hawkins have a thing for Y/n Henderson, just a metalhead tomboy who only ever hung out with Dustin, your little brother, and Steve Harrington?

You watched as Chrissy reached down and grabbed something from her pink backpack. “Hey, y/nnn?”

“Mh?” You hummed, looking back down at your notebook, and continued writing.

“I know you don't wear makeup but…” She paused before revealing the mini pallet and a small make-up brush from behind her back, the ones she used to apply her blush and baby blue eyeshadow. “I was wondering if I could do your eyes?”

She gave you the best puppy eyes you’ve ever seen and puckered her bottom lip out, “Pleaseeeee?”

You set your notebook aside and softly smiled at her, “Fine, I’ll let you do my make-up.”

Make-up wasn’t really your thing, but if that meant getting closer to Chrissy Cunningham, you’d do anything.

Chrissy grinned, crawling up your mattress and sitting beside you, showing you the four bright shades you could choose from in the mini Maybelline pallet, green, blue, yellow, and pink. “What color do you want for your eyeshadow?”

“Surprise me, sweet thing.”

She picked up her brush that sat on her lap, already knowing the perfect shadow to use, “Lay back for me,”

You did as requested and moved back against the mattress, watching from below as Chrissy swung her thigh around your waist and straddled you.

Your face flushed as she adjusted her green skirt across your stomach so her little white panties weren't quite out and exposed. “Uh- w-what are you doing?”

“Getting more comfortable,” Chrissy responded, with that innocent tone in her voice, but she knew what she was doing when she nestled her ass in your lap.

She took the pallet in one hand and sank her fluffy brush onto the shadow. “Close your eyes.”

You slowly shut your eyes feeling her lean down, positioning her elbows on either side of your head. She concentrated as she gently swiped the brush across your eyelid and applied the bright shade.

Your faces were inches from each other, and the feel of her warm breath fanned against your lips while she hovered over you.

Your fingers anxiously drummed against your chest as you quietly laid under her, mind filled with lustful thoughts. Chrissy’s free hand intertwined with yours and moved it down, placing your open hand on her upper thigh that was straddling you, causing you to look down and ogle the sight.

“Hey, eyes closed, I’m not finished.”

You slowly closed your eyes and felt her switch sides. You laid there, admiring the feeling of your hand holding such an intimate place that you’ve spent many nights dreaming about and staring at from afar. You got completely lost in the moment before her soft voice broke your train of thought and told you she was finished.

Your lashes fluttered open as you gazed into her big blue eyes, watching her lean in and close the gap between your mouths.

Your eyes widened as your hand squeezed her plush thigh in surprise. If this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up.

You reached your hand up and held her cheek as you began kissing her back.

Chrissy’s lips were soft and even more perfect than you imagined as they moved against yours. Her sweet-tasting cherry chapstick transferred on your lips, turning them red. She pulled away and gazed down at you, “I’ve been waiting so long to do that.”

You were star-stuck. You couldn’t believe you just kissed Jason Carver’s girlfriend, and it felt fucking amazing.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, pretty girl? I don't bite.” You smirked and gently gripped her thigh causing her cheeks to turn redder than they already were, “Chrissy, you know I’ve liked you since the tenth grade, right?”

“Tenth?” She whispered shockingly, watching you nod, “Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?” Chrissy playfully pouted and intertwined her fingers with yours.

“I could have been kissing you long before this?” You softly giggled at how adorable she was as she leaned in, catching your lips for a quick kiss before crawling off you and pulling you up off the mattress, taking you over to your mirror so you could look at your makeup.

You looked back at your reflection. Green shadow colored your eyelids and matched Chrissy’s Hawkin’s cheer uniform so perfectly.

“I thought it would be cute if we're matching for my cheer practice.” She cutely held the cuff of your jacket that she wore and leaned into your side as you snaked an arm around her waist.

“I love it, sweetheart. Thank you!”

“But, speaking of practice, it looks like that's going to start pretty soon. Shall we get going, Sweet thing?”

“Yes, please!” Chrissy reached around and grabbed her pom-poms from your table while you threw her pink backpack over your shoulder and held it for her. She sweetly smiled at you and took your hand in hers before leading the two of you out of your bedroom.

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enid-rhees · 9 months

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Okay, so the second idea was Enid and reader practically forcing makeup on Carl- 💀✋

Poor dude is just squirming and annoyed the whole time too lmaooo (but low-key is having fun cuz it's his two besties)

Like, goth make-up maybe? DEFINITELY eyeliner!!

And an alternative version where Enid and reader are doing eachothers make-up, then Carl walks in and gets a lil' curious about make-up if that makes sense sifjskjdk-

So he pretty much just shyly asks if Enid and reader will put on a bit of makeup for him (eyeliner, mascara, gloss, the good stuff hehe).

Enid and reader are so giddy about it too! And the three of them just have lots of fun playing around with makeup they collected on runs. Just pure fluff really :,)

THISSS i love this sm. i am gonna do the alternative bc i have a vision for it 😭 hope you enjoy!

warnings: none!

a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are currently closed but i’ll have them open again really soon :)

“stop squirming.” Enid instructed, holding your face in one hand as she applied the eyeshadow to your eyelid. it was a pinkish-purple shade. “it tickles,” you whined.

“i’m almost done, pretty. just sit still.” she said softly, pressing a quick kiss to your nose. you scrunched your nose slightly. Enid closed the eyeshadow palette and grabbed her eyeliner, pulling off the cap.

“okay, don’t open your eyes until i say so.” you nodded and Enid held your head as she concentrated heavily on your eye. she carefully drew a wing and filled in the empty space.

she moved on to the other eye, drawing the same wing just as carefully. as she started to fan her hand over your eyes to dry the eyeliner, your bedroom door opened. Carl popped his head in.

“what are you guys doing?” he asked shyly. Enid removed herself from your lap and sat next to you, “we’re just doing each others makeup. we found some when we snuck out earlier,” she smiled.

Enid already had a face full of makeup, you did hers before she started to do yours.

Carl walked closer, examining the art on both of your faces. he then looked down at his hands, fumbling with them. “can… can you guys… put some on… me? i wanna know what it’s like.”

you and Enid turned to each other with wide smiles. “yes! yes come sit!” you exclaimed, patting the space between you and Enid. he sat down and took his hat off.

you picked up the hat with an idea in mind. you reached over and placed it on Enid’s head, your smile widened at the sight. “that’s so cute, oh my god.”

Carl scrunched his face, “you guys are gross.” Enid hit his shoulder, “do you want your makeup done or not?”

“yes! i’m sorry.” you shook your head, opening up an eyeshadow pallet, “you better be. what colors should we do on him, Enid?”

Enid leaned over in front of Carl to further look at his eyes, “well, his eyes are like… the brightest shade of blue they could be. so something that won’t make them brighter. it’s kinda creepy.”

“your eyes are literally bright green.” Carl retorted. “shut up. maybe we can do purple, Y/N. because i feel like any color might make his eyes pop, and that purple right here is really pretty. i wanna try it on him.” you nodded and picked up a small makeup brush, dipping it into the shade of purple she pointed to.

“close your eyes.” you instructed. he closed his eyes and before you could apply the color to his eyes, Enid stopped you. “we need to put his hair back, it’s too long and this part right here,” she lifted up his bangs that covered his entire eye, “is in the way.”

he opened his eyes back up, this time widening them. “you are not putting my hair back.” the two of you groaned dramatically, “Carl! we need your face to literally do the makeup. we’re just gonna use this headband to put on your head, we won’t tie it up.”

“okay- okay fine.” Enid reached behind her and grabbed a fluffy headband. she put it on his head and pushed it back until it was just barely resting on his forehead. “i feel empty.” he mumbled.

“stop being so dramatic. close your eyes again.” he closed his eyes and you held onto his head as you started to apply the shadow to his eyes. you gently moved the brush across his eyes, making sure the color stretched into every crevice of his lid.

“how does this look?” you asked Enid. “oh that’s so pretty. maybe you can add in a little blue at the top, blend it in.” you nodded and opened the pallet back up, dipping another brush into a blue shade. you lightly added it to his lid, blending it in with the purple. “yeah, that looks so good.” Enid smiled.

you did the same thing to the other eye, making sure they looked almost the same to each other. “wanna do the eyeliner?” you asked her. her face lit up and she nodded, picking up the one she just used on you.

“keep your eyes closed, Carl. and do not open them until i say so. this can smudge onto the shadow and will ruin everything.” he laughed a bit, “alright,”

when she drew the first line, Carl flinched. “sorry. it’s cold.” he whined. you laughed as Enid shook her head. after she finished, she repeated the same action she did to you and fanned her hands over his eyes to dry the liner. then she slipped the headband off his head.

“open.” Enid instructed. both of you gasped when he opened his eyes, “holy shit. we did such a good job. Carl you look incredible.”

you handed him a mini mirror for him to look at himself. he turned his head left and right, and brought the mirror closer to his eyes. “wow. i look… really good.” he laughed. you and Enid smiled at each other, proud of your works.

“we need to savor this moment. look what i found in Rick’s room.” you smiled mischievously, pulling out an old, scratched up polaroid camera. “you stole that?” Carl asked. you shrugged, “i like the word borrowed better.”

“smile!” you raised the camera above all of you, and held a peace sign up to your eye. they all did their own pose as you snapped the photo. it slid out of the camera a few seconds after.

“oh that is so cute.” you laughed at the photo, looking over at them to see their reactions. you placed it on your bedside table.

suddenly, your door swung open once more. “have you or Enid seen Car- oh.” he stared at the three of you with a blank expression. you all sat frozen.

with a shake of his head, he walked out the door without another word. it was silent for a moment, and then you all looked at each other before bursting into loud laughter.

#enid rhee #enid twd #enid rhee x fem!reader #enid rhee x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd #twd x reader

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emmkitt · 7 days

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funy thing (LET ME RXPLAIN MY ANSWERRS

a few of these were really hard cause its bad for me to hate things anyways.

fav character; floory. of course. hes awesome

liked by everyone but me; balloon. i just think hes boring and a bit of a bitch sometimes. also annoying. very annoying. but i know a lot of people like him. which is fine. i just. dont all that much.

didnt like at first; i used to be mephone4’s biggest hater, not even kidding. my friends introduced me to ii by saying mephone was basically the fandom sexyman and i was like ‚what. that is a phone’. so i kinda hated him out of spite. but now. Now i understand.

would like to know more about: mephone again. i want more meeple lore.

least favorite character: fuck steve cobs i wanna turn him into popcorn

like the design, dislike the character: okay this one was HARD because i really dont. hate that many ii characters. and the ones i DO hate (toilet, trophy, blueberry,) dont really have super cool designs. so. i did a loophole of sorts. i picked Paper because i havent really watched s1 and therefore know nothing about him. so i dont think i can really say i dislike him. but im a sucker for red + blue color pallets. so THERE.

like the character, dislike the design: i picked groscer because. i like her design. i really do. but man i wish the like trophy bit of her was more cool shape. i mean i understand simplicity but shes built like a cylinder 😭 (DR FIZZ IS DIFFERENT-

similar personality: paintbrush cause i like art and have anger issues. also nonbinary but thars not really a personality thing. i love paintbrush theyre so cool. this is akso probably wrong cause according to my mbti i am most similar to test tube personality wise. ugly sobs

fav ship: floory x dr fizz x mephone4. it may sound like it wouldnt work. and it probably wouldnt. but hear me out

least fav ship: i didnt put anything mainly cause the only ships i really do hate are illegal ones )and i didnt wanna draw that). i mean. theres ships i dont like. but theres not a ship i hate more than any other. if that makes sense

would befriend irl: floory just seems like a friendly guy. theyd do no harm

wouldnt befriend irl: I HATE BLUEBERRY HE SUCKS

okay thats it

#osc #inanimate insanity #ii steve cobs #ii floory #ii balloon #ii mephone4 #ii paintbrush #i dont feel like tagging everyone else

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lumenflowered · 28 days

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[A video is attached, showing Maria with a hand on the doorknob of a fairly small building, considering that it's supposed to be the preeminent laboratory in the region. But a sign near the door reads "Oak Pokémon Research Lab" in faded lettering nevertheless, and it is that sign that Maria glances once more at, an unreadable expression upon her face, before turning the doorknob and entering.

The camera follows her into the building. She walks past a few people in lab coats, all busily working on something or another, though a couple nod to her or wave as she passes them.

At the back of the laboratory stands an old man wearing a lab coat, rather focused upon his work and turned away from the door. There does not seem to be any sign of Dee, or anyone who fits that description, within the building.

Maria takes one more silent look around, sweeping the visible areas of Oak's laboratory once more for any sign of another woman who fits that description. But no one bears even a faint resemblance to what she knows of Dee, and so she sighs and returns her attention to the professor.

"Pardon me. Professor Oak?"

The man in the lab coat turns, catches sigh of Maria, and visibly brightens. "Oh, hello, it's always good to see you! How is your Pokédex coming along? Here, here, let me take a look."

He holds out a hand for the device. Maria silently raises an eyebrow, but passes the Pokédex over nevertheless.

Oak examines it, humming to himself, before his face falls. "Hm. Well, that's odd..."

"What is?"

"If I am reading this right, it seems you have less Pokémon registered than you did the last time I checked in on this," Oak muses aloud. "That must be a glitch of some kind. This shouldn't be possible."

Maria's brow furrows. "I'm... sorry? When was the last time you checked my progress?"

"Why, the last time you paid me a visit here in Pallet Town, of course! When else?" Oak pauses, confusion now entering his gaze as well. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Something shifts in Maria's gaze. A sort of half-comprehension dawning.

"Professor," she says at last, "perhaps you should sit down."

"Why—"

"I have never visited Pallet Town before. Prior to today, I had only ever heard of you. Good things, to be entirely clear. Professor Elm speaks highly of you."

Oak nods, very slowly. He sits down.

"That can't be..." Oak pauses. "Oh. I'm very sorry, I'm afraid I mistook you for someone else. Who are you, then?"

"My name is Maria," she says. "Professor Elm might have mentioned me, but I must know—who did you believe me to be?"

"He has mentioned you, yes. All good things." Oak sighs. "I mistook you for my current research assistant, I'm afraid. Lovely girl, looks and sounds just like you, if you can believe that. Entirely different taste in attire, though—she favors lighter colors than you, clearly, and she always seems to be cold..."

"I see." Maria's expression remains neutral. Too neutral, as if she's desperately fighting with herself to keep it that way. "I don't suppose she happened to give you a name?"

"I, ah... well, yes, of course she did, but I can't recall..." Oak stands again, crossing his laboratory to a rather cluttered filing cabinet, pulling open a drawer to rifle through it. "Now, where did I—"

"Was it Dee?"

"Yes, that's right! Her name is Dee, thank you." Oak looks at her curiously. "You know her, then?"

"I suspect so," Maria says, but Oak is already barreling on.

"She never mentioned having any familial relations, I'd assumed she must have been involved in some tragedy from the way the poor girl acts, yet here you are!"

"Yes," Maria says, looking increasingly uncomfortable, "I suppose I am."

Oak doesn't seem to pick up on how uncomfortable she is. "You're... Maria, you said? Sorry, sorry, I've never been particularly good with names, this is why I keep... aha!"

He withdraws a rather thick folder from his filing cabinet, slamming the drawer shut, and opens it upon his table.

"This is mostly her reports—she writes very good reports, by the way, you should be proud—but I keep photocopies of the trainer cards of everyone who has been on staff here in case of an emergency, and this is the most recent one."

He pulls out a single sheet of paper, holding it out to Maria. She snatches it, eyes widening as she looks upon what is shown there.

"She truly does look... identical," Maria whispers, barely loud enough for the camera to pick up.

At last, Oak notices something. "Are you alright, Maria?"

"No," she says, "I am not."

The video ends.]

#rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokemon irl

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heartbreakgrill · 1 year

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kol mikaelson; best friend’s brother, pt 1.

“cause he’s such a dream. and you know what i mean. if you weren’t related...”

a/n: dividing this into multiple parts because it will be well over 20k words when i am done lol

"y/n! come in, come in!" rebekah's bright smile appeared as she pulled open the front door. her grin was infectious, and i felt my cheeks dimple in response. she stepped aside, ushering me in with her hand.

i'd been to her house before, though it was a short visit to pick damon up one time when he had been vamp-napped. but that didn't stop me from admiring the architecture of the beautiful building. it was a wondrous mansion, full of gorgeous marble carvings, scooping staircases with rounded edges, and windows, none smaller than i was tall.

"hurry, before my brothers come to terrorize us," rebekah snapped me out of my longing gazes, bursting a giggle from my throat.

she pointed to the stairs with another wisp of her hand, and i followed her up it. "my room's the first door up here."

when we reached the landing, i took in a new part of the house i'd never seen. the continued modern elegance theme of the house took up the second floor, as well. rebekah's door was cream, matching the color pallet, but it was hanging wide open. she had probably raced down the stairs the second she heard you press the doorbell.

she shut it tightly behind the two of us, and clicked the lock for extra security. "so, did you bring it?"

rebekah watched as i dumped my purse and book bag on the bed. i had promised her a few weeks ago that she could borrow the copy of my favorite book. having missed out on the last century of the universe, rebekah was somewhat behind on her reading. and she was a sucker for romance novels, which was part of the reason we got along.

i revealed the bent and torn copy, a sly smile growing on my face. "one copy of the duke and i for miss rebekah mikaelson."

everyone thought rebekah was a bitch. she could be- i had seen my fair share of it over the past month that we'd been friends. when i'd disagree that leo dicaprio was the hottest 90s actor, and instead argued that johnny depp was, rebekah didn't speak to me for three days. and, sure, in the past she had tried to kill your friends. but, everytime was a testament to her ability to survive. she was fervently loyal to her family, to me as her friend.

everyone was beyond shocked when they discovered i was hanging out with her. caroline threw bitch-fit- as always- and bonnie tried to talk me out of it in a sensible, respectful manner. but i ignored them.

rebekah just needed love. she needed someone to spend time with, someone to talk to. she needed humanity.

i could relate. sometimes- most times- the supernatural mess i was involved in left me constantly feeling lonely. being one of the only humans in my friend group felt like being a black sheep in the herd. plans were constantly cancelled, elena was always prioritized because of stefan and damon's tunnel vision; friday night football games turned into picking up extra shifts at the grille because of your messy schedule, or running across virginia looking for some ancient spell.

i had lost my identity as a teenage girl throughout the mess.

and rebekah was helping me feel normal again. except for when she'd substitute soda for blood bags. that was always a laugh.

we'd become friends after the most recent supernatural conflict, wherein elena had dug a metaphorical knife too deep into rebekah's back. she had brought up rebekah's constant failed connections, the fucked up dynamic of her family, while trying to make rebekah help them with some campaign against klaus.

it had been in the middle of a restaurant downtown, where we were having dinner with caroline and bonnie. just trying to have dinner with Caroline, bonnie, and elena at a restaurant downtown. i thought if we went to a different place than mystic grill, we'd avoid any entities. but, low and behold, elena always managed to draw out the crazies.

after she smeared rebekah, i watched the blonde turn on a sharp heel and retreat to the bathroom with tears falling down her face. i excused myself, and snuck off to the stalls, feeling a tug on my heart. i was always the peace keep in my friend group, the one to comfort people when they cried, whether it be after a breakup or after they turned into a vampire.

she was at the sink, attempting to clean up her mascara with a paper towel. she didn't hear me come in- but saw my frame appear in the mirror. rebekah tensed up, a dirty look on her face.

"come to twist the knife?" she sneered, balling up the paper towel tightly in her fist.

"no, i-" i hesitated, unsure of what to say. maybe she wouldn't believe me, but i wanted to help.

i stepped up to the counter beside her, set my purse on top of it, and began rummaging. i brandished a small plastic container of on-the-go makeup wipes and held them out to her.

"i always care these with me," i offered, attempting to smile.

rebekah eyed me skeptically, but took them from my hand. she tugged one out of the lid, and began to clean up her eye makeup. "you know, i'm on a date."

my heart shrunk a little at the sad revelation. "is it going well?"

"it was," rebekah laughed darkly. "elena ruins everything."

i gave a sad nod of understanding, "i know it's not her fault, but sometimes she can put a damper on things."

it was wrong- but we bonded over the fact that elena managed to always rain on either of our parades. i spent ten minutes talking to her, helping make her feel better after the awful interaction. unfortunately, most of the conversation was cracking jokes about situations we maybe shouldn't have laughed at, but it helped. it felt normal, more normal than the dinner i wet back to. i managed to hype her up, too, and sent her back out on her date with a bright smile on her face.

a day later, she'd texted me asking if i wanted to go shopping. i realized how lonely she must be- every man she'd ever loved completely betrayed her, tried to kill her, or died. she'd spent thousands of years running from her villainous father, with brothers who constantly caused problems and picked on her.

she didn't have a single friend in the entire history of time.

so i went shopping. and to lunch a few days later, to a movie, then i spent the night for the first time. she always came to my house- considering her brothers were always home, wreaking havoc. and it ended being so much fun, that she spent two nights- the entire weekend- at my house.

that was two months ago. this was the first time she was letting me stay at her house. she'd told me last week about the various rooms in her house- a pool, an in-home movie theatre, a game room. i practically jumped on her in the school hallway, threatening to stab her with a dagger to stay the night. she laughed ecstatically at my joke, but said yes.

and here we were- sitting on her bed, holding out my copy of the duke and i. she quickly took it from my clutch, squealing at the sight of the half-naked boy on the cover. i laughed, giddily, commenting, "isn't he hot?! i mean, wait till you read it-! he's so posh, and-and, ugh, he's so mean to her, but-"

"you're going to spoil it!" rebekah shoved my shoulder lightly.

we shared another laugh at the exchange. rebekah kicked off her heels and sat on her knees beside me on the bed. "i want to send you home so i can read it now," she admitted.

i scoffed at her remark, taking the book from her hands and tossing it on the back of the bed, "bitch, i want to swim! and watch a movie and play pool. so, if you do that, i'm never hanging out with you again."

rebekah giggled, "okay, okay. fine. do you wanna swim now, or later, when the sun goes down?"

"oooo," i pursed my lips in thought, "later! night swimming is so much more fun."

"i have some wine," rebekah pointed to the bar cart in the corner of her ginormous room, "and we have speakers outside."

i was finally able to take in her room, and began gushing about the decorations, there wasn't much, considering her and the rest of the mikaelson's had only move in two months ago. but, what was in the room was expensive, luxury furniture. "i'm so poor!"

we spent the next hour in there. rebekah had managed to collect things through her life- small knick knacks, favorite sweaters, hats, a few journals here and there. klaus was a back stabber- but every time he killed his siblings, he'd store their things for later. rebekah said so with a distant smile, a faraway look in her eyes. she loved her brothers.

it was a silly detail, but it made my heart so happy.

after she showed me the whole room, i felt my stomach growl. "i'm starving," i huffed, patting my stomach.

rebekah shook her head with a smile, "wanna order a pizza?"

i quickly brandished my phone, and i found the local pizza shop's contact. i okayed the order details with rebekah before clicking the dial button. i ordered a large pizza with extra cheese, and a side of break sticks. they gave me an eta, and i hung up.

i went over to my purse and dug around for my purse. "i got it this time."

rebekah grabbed my hand, "no way. this ones on me."

i knew that meant she'd compel the pizza boy, which sometimes made me uncomfortable. it wasn't fair, or practical, and bit the pizza shop in the ass. but, sometimes being with rebekah let me feel dangerous in an empowering way. like we were sneaking beers from her fridge. with bonnie ,caroline, and elena, all of my other friends, i always felt coddled. looked down upon for being human. in dangerous situations, even in ones where i could help, i was always laughed out for offering my hands.

while we waited for the pizza, rebekah said she'd show me around.i'd never gotten to see the whole layout. it was three stories tall, the mansion, but rebekah said the top floor was basically klaus' weird torture dungeon, and i laughed that maybe it was a sex dungeon. she shoved my shoulder with a high-pitched, "ew!"

rebekah shivered at the gross thought, and continued with a small grimace. "that end of the hallway is finn's room," she pointed her manicured finger to my left. "and that one is kol's."

i glanced towards the former, and then to the right. my eyes lingered on the latter, at the cream-colored door, shut tight. i had met finn, but never kol. i heard plenty of stories about his psychotic vampirism, but i had seen a picture of him on rebekah's phone. apparently, he'd stolen it from her a few weeks ago when he discovered what a selfie was;

rebekah had shown with annoyance lining her tone, but she giggled when she pulled it up to show it to me. i laughed, too, but my eyes lingered on his own for a moment. he was kinda cute. i

i shook the memory from my mind. there was a thin line of light streaming from underneath the door. but, there wasn't much movement. what did original vampires do in their off time, anyways?

i asked, "what does everybody do all day?"

rebekah shrugged, "i think finn wants to get a job in town. history reservation or something. elijah writes, as you know. kol plays video games. he's just discovered call of duty, whatever that is. he might go back to college. i go to school, obviously. and klaus just tortures."

i tittered slightly, "sounds fun."

she shrugged with a small laugh. "okay, first floor."

i followed her down the steps. she'd long since switched her signature pumps to house slippers, red, glittery ones that scraped against the floor as she walked. i was just in your socks- ones with little puppies all over them. the floor was cool against my toes, but it felt good.

as we reached the landing of the first floor, rebekah began talking again, "this is technically the foyer, though i don't know why it's so big. that's the kitchen over there, attached is a dining room, sitting room, and the library. this way is the living room, and elijah's room. there's a bathroom off the kitchen and one next to his bedroom."

i perked up at the mention of the library, and rebekah looked at you sweetly, "would you like to go see it? klaus is an expansive collector."

thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. i was on top of the ladder in the library, running my fingers over the spines of the collection before me. the entire shelf i was wondrously gazing upon were first editions klaus had collected. anything from pride and prejudice, to a tale of a two cities. i wasn't the biggest fan of classics, but the history seeping from these novels, with a rustic cloud of smell, was engaging. my head tilted towards the sound of the doorbell, and i glanced down at rebekah.

"i got it," she nodded, waving me off. "keep looking. you seem happy."

i grinned at her retreating back. then i turned my attention back to the books. i stopped on the spine of an old classic, gently tugging it from its spot in the shelf. . i looped my arm through the ladder to balance myself as i began to open its pages. a voice sounded from the doorway.

"hello, darling."

i jumped slightly, and i gripped the ladder tighter. my heart thumped on my chest at the possibility of falling. with a hitched breath, i looked to the voice and saw a familiar boy standing there, hands in the front pockets of his sweatpants. i offered a gentle smile, "hello," i spoke quietly, shyness lacing my features and stomach. my heart rate steadied, but it still ran quick.

rebekah has always made sure kol was never around. she said he was flirtatious and obnoxious, and that she didn't want me to get caught up in his advances.

kol held my eyes in his own, a burning stare glinting in his brown eyes. he nodded towards the book in my hands, "which ones that?"

i glanced back down at the cover, then looked to him, "alice's adventures in wonderland."

"ah," kol stepped down into the room, slowly making his way closer. he continued, his eyes burning into mine, "'tis love...tis love that makes the world go round.'"

i furrowed my brows, a flurry feeling enlightening my stomach, and the corner of my lips lifted in a short smile. "you've read it?"

"when you live forever, you manage to read quite a lot of books," kol laughed lightly.

i turned from him, hoping if it broke eye contact, it would steady my heart. i slipped the novel back between the books on the highest shelf. "i'm not a fan of it, to be honest."

kol scoffed, "what! how?"

i began to ramble, turning back to face him, "i just don't like it. it's chaos. i know it's supposed to be- but there's no moral for me to connect to. i-"

amidst my rambling, i lost your footing on the ladder. i yelped as my felt your body tugged down by gravity, and my arms reached out, trying to grab the ladder. i was falling.

i heard a whoosh beneath me and, suddenly, i landed gently in someone's arms. i threw my arms out, holding tightly to their neck, and shoved my head up against their shoulder. my eyes were squeezed shut, an attempt to look away from the ground as i fell, but i slowly peeked one open. my heart was beating out of my chest.

i turned my head to the side and caught kol's eyes. his breath was warm across my face and a worried look creasing his brows. "you okay, darling?"

i immediately blushed, and shoved myself out of his arms. i found your footing on the ground, and put some distance between myself and him. i shoved my back agains the book case. "i'm fine," i breathed outwards, with a hand against my thumping chest, "thanks. i'm- fine."

kol went to respond when rebekah's voice sounded from the hallway, her slippers making that scuffing sound across the flooring. "that delivery boy was cute, y/n. i'm going to get his number for you next time-"

as she turned the corner into the room, her voice cut off. "kol! leave y/n alone!"

i blushed a deeper shade of red, feeling embarrassed that i was interacting with her brother. it wasn't like it was a crime, like she had banned me from doing so. but the situation felt secret, scandalous. i pressed my lips together in a thin line, staring at the floor beside rebekah's slippers.

the air was tense.

kol crossed his arms over his chest, "oh, sister, im just trying to introduce myself to your friend. you never let me meet her."

rebekah set her hands on her hips, "because you're creepy."

i wanted to laugh at the sibling rivalry, the funny quips and remarks they shot at each other. but, knowing their short tempers, i minded my business.

"ah, that's not true," kol replied. "don't make me look badly in front of your friend. y/n, is it?"

he met my eyes again, and a heat ran through me. i nodded, but rebekah interrupted the moment.

"well, you've introduced yourself. now, get out. don't you have some slaughtering to do?" rebekah's voice got a little higher, annoyance thick in her tone. she was losing patience.

i smiled politely, "it was nice meeting you," i turned to rebekah and began making my way to the door. "let's go watch a movie. i'm starving still."

rebekah sent another glare in kol's direction before giving in, following me out of the library. "just try to ignore him, please," she spoke.

i shrugged, "it's okay. he didn't bother me too much."

rebekah, a quick walker due to her impatience, quickly got ahead of me. i trailed behind, and almost stopped dead in my tracks to glance back over my left shoulder. kol was in the doorway, watching our retreating figures with a simple gaze, one of curiosity.

i sent him another smile, and waved my hand. kol's smirk grew.

he winked at me.

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i was barely watching the movie. i kept staring the door with anticipation, wondering if he'd crash through them with that same smirk on his face. i knew it wasn't realistic- why would he? but i was craving his gaze.

i could feel the heat of his hands lingering on my thighs, on the curve of my back. i wanted to touch him again, just his arm or his cheek, to see if he was really that warm, or if i had imagined it. it was like he had burned me, and it was lingering on my skin.

i peeled my eyes from the door, and refocused onto the pizza box on the coffee table. rebekah flicked her eyes at your movement, but her wide-dough eyes were mainly yearning to consume the entertainment on the television. i took a big bite of the pizza slice, swallowed, and reached for my soda can. i almost rested it's opening to my lips, but the weight of it felt extremely light in my hold. i shook it, and heard the remnants of the soda rattle at the very bottom of the can.

here was my excuse.

i sat up, body stiff with anticipation. i cleared my throat, ran my tongue over my teeth to clean off the pizza. "iiiiiiiiii...m- im gonna get more soda..." i dragged out my words, trying to be careful. "you want some?"

rebekah flicked her hand in my direction, murmured something denying the offer.

i slyly set my pizza slice into the box and, with the empty can in tow, slipped out of the room. i practically tip-toed through the halls, towards the kitchen. every time i passed a doorway, i extended my neck to look through it. to look for him.

i felt foolish and silly- but giddy with excitement. what would i say if i ran into him? what would i do? he was probably in his room, playing call of duty. but what if he was waiting for me, too? there was that look in his eyes-

oh, my god. i'm pathetic. i want to be a typical teenager, but this is extreme. i shook my head of the cheesy thoughts, finally reaching the kitchen.

i dumped the trash into the garbage can. i didn't know where the cups were, but i really wanted a glass of water. i placed my hands on my hips, glancing around the cupboards before. i didn't know where the glasses were, so i began rummaging through every cabinet in search of them.

all of a sudden, within the moment of a small gust of air being interrupted, and the ruffle of the hair on my shoulders, i felt a presence engulf my back. my breath hitched, for the second time this evening, and i watched from the corner of my gaze as an arm reached around my head, pulling open the cupboard above me.

he closed his fingers around a glass, and brought it down to in front of my face. the moment lasted much longer than 10 seconds- but in actuality, it felt like the single blink of an eye. i let out the breath that filled your stomach, shaky with a curios ruin. my heart rate spiked.

"looking for this, darling?" his voice was hot as it breathed past my ear. it spiraled goosebumps down my body, tickling every sense along my spine.

i tried to steady my hand, but it was shaking as i took it from his grasp. "t-thank you."

i turned to face him, sure he would step back, but he stayed at his sultry distance. i backed up against the counter as much as i could, hugging the glass to my chest.

the corner of his pink lips curled into that signature smirk. he leaned in further, pressing both of his palms into the counter beside my hips. i finally got a good look at his eyes- and they were brown.

a golden hued, chocolatey brown that oozed warmth, radiated comfort. and bled desire.

my eyes flickered away from his. i remembered what rebekah said. he was a flirt. this is what he did. and i felt silly for thinking it was because of me.

i made my eyes refocus on the collar of his shirt. attempting to ground myself. "i-i've gotta get...back. to rebekah."

"bekah won't miss you too much if you stay here a moment longer," kol shrugged. he tilted his head to catch my gaze again.

i went red-hot all over my body- the blood rushed to the surface of my skin, as if to embarrass me in this moment. man, he was great at this.

i averted my eyes again, and pulled my body back further. i hugged the cup to my chest in an attempt to shy away from him. maybe he would back off if he saw i was uncomfortable.

though that was a lie.

kol did. his smirk faltered for a single second once he noticed i was shrinking away. he took the glass from my hands, fingers barely grazing my skin, and filled it up at the fridge.

i caught my wrist with my other hand and nervously wrung it for a moment. watching as he filled the glass, my heart rate began to steady and the heat dissipated. distance was good.

"here you are, love," he presented the cup like a golden apple, "one glass of water."

i cracked a small smile, managing to elicit a cheeky response now that distance was between you. "are you a waiter now?"

"might take up that profession," kol leaned back against the island, making a questioning face with a pursed, deep frown. it was silly.

i giggled, "have fun with that. and thanks for the water."

kol sent me another wink as i headed for the exit, "anything for the beautiful damsel in distress."

i laughed again, but quickly sped out of there.

he was really good.

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rebekah was in love with julia roberts.

as i picked up your trash from the movie room and hauled it to the kitchen garbage, she ranted on and on about the actresses portrayal of the woman in notting hill.

i tossed the pizza box, a few paper plates, and two more soda cans into the trash. distantly listening, my mind began to wander. again. what was wrong with me?

it was like his very presence in this house was putting me on edge. it felt like i was playing cat and mouse- only i was a not-so cautious mouse with a death wish. every time i heard a door close, every time footsteps shook the ceiling, my heart jumped out of my throat.

rebekah poured a blood bag into a glass, decorating it with a pink straw that had an umbrella on it. she began to go on about julia roberts purse, but i interrupted. i knew it was a bad idea, to plant this conversation, but i needed to know something.

"so, what's with kol, anyways?" i asked, distant.

her mouth hung open slightly, "what?" rebekah furrowed her brows.

i shrugged, sliding up onto the bar stool. "what's his deal? like, i know about you, elijah, and klaus. but what about kol?"

"he's a psycho, y/n," she took a sip through the straw, manicured fingers holding onto the end. "he throws temper tantrums and runs off to kill dozens of people constantly. he's the most problematic of all of us. he was wreckless before he turned and it's only enhanced by his immortality."

i nodded along to her words, my fingers playing with one another atop the counter. i couldn't say you were happy to hear that the one original vampire you thought was cute was a murdered. but the information helped ground me more. there it was; another reason to snap the hell out of it. "oh, joy...do you guys not get along well?"

rebekah continued drinking, and as she swallowed, she thought. "depends on the day. i can't say that we always do. sometimes. he's just very- closed off, i guess. sometimes i try to bridge the gap, but he doesn't let anybody in."

the hurt was evident in her eyes, and she tried to play off his discomfort by staring into her drink. i quickly changed the subject, settled on dropping him from my mind for good. he could flirt as much as he wanted, but i wasn't going to let him toy with me. i was better than that. "let's stop talking about your brother and go swimming. it's finally dark out."

rebekah glanced over my shoulder, to the sliding patio doors. the back yard was completely pitch black. she thought for another moment before a smile lit up her face. rebekah walked over to the doors. she slipped a switch, and the porch flooded with light.

"now that sounds like fun."

i perked up at the sight of the ginormous pool. the deck extended out over the yard, providing a direct drop off into the pool. there were lounge chairs, couches circled around a fire pit.

"hey, can we have a fire later?" i offered. "we can make s'mores."

rebekah looked at you with a bewildered face, "what the hell is a s'more?"

"just say yes," i tittered with a tease, jumping off the stool.

we quickly went upstairs and changed into our bathing suits. rebekah offered a beach towel, still with the tags on it. i laughed at its newness and ripped the tags off. i wrapped it around my shoulders, chilly from the stale air of the house. vampires didn't need heat, or air, so the cold virginia night seeped through the cracks in the molding between windows and doors, sending shivers down my spine.

"the pools heated," rebekah noticed the goosebumps trailing my bare skin. "let me go ask somebody about the house, though. don't see why we can't cater to you considering we can't feel much."

i nodded with a smile, and followed her down the stairs, again. though it was magnificent, the house was like a built-in gym. to get from any point a to any point b, we had had to cross numerous football fields worth of space. i took a deep breath as we hit the first floor landing, feeling silly and human at the fact that i was out of breath.

rebekah took a sniff, which was strange, but after she turned her head to the kitchen and made a determined march towards it, you remembered that's how she operated. she located people by smell. klaus, finn, and elijah were all sitting around the island, just...hanging out? all the warnings my friends had given me remained more and more untrue every single day. this was a family- a normal, old, ordinary family.

sometimes they hung out in the kitchen, drinking beers and playing a game of rummy. finn must have still been learning, because he looked distraught and confused.

"oh, little sister, perfect," klaus waved her over with a finger.

rebekah rolled her eyes, but stepped closer to his shoulder. "yes, nik?"

"tell me; does this look like a worthy risk to take?" klaus smirked, though it was not as menacing as his others have been in the past. it was simple mischief. brotherly cheating in a card game.

i smiled slightly as elijah slapped his cards into the table with a groan. "you cannot cheat, niklaus! we've been over this!"

klaus looked offended, "it is not cheating if i ask someone not in the game!"

"that's literally the definition of cheating," the words slipped from your tongue with a giggle. i expected them to be angry that i bugged into their conversation, but elijah simply looked to me with comradery.

"thank you! it's the definition, klaus," elijah took a swig of his beer.

"if anyone gets to cheat, it should be me," finn groaned. he looked up at me with these puppy dog eyes, tilting his cards slightly towards my gaze.

i stepped closer with an encouraging grin. "let's see..."

elijah groaned even louder, slapping his cards to his face this time. "oh, i give up!"

i helped finn pick out a set of hearts, 9-J to play off of elijah's 6-8. finn was so happy, he stood from his chair and hugged me tightly.

rebekah finally got annoyed by her brothers and cleared her throat over the rowdiness. "can someone please turn the heat on in this house for y/n? the poor things freezing."

everyone looked to me, concern lacing their features. elijah set his cards down on the table and stood up, "let's see. i think there's something called a thermostat."

klaus looked to his brother curiously, but finn was focused on his hand. "what's that?"

rebekah pulled out of her phone, "i'll look it up."

a laugh burst out of my chest, and i went red as everyone looked to me again. i padded over to elijah, saying, "i know how to do that."

there was a vent beside your feet, and a warm shiver trailed your body as it burst open and air trickled out. "ah, there we go," i sighed in content. "thank you," i nodded up at elijah.

he smiled kindly. "are you two going swimming, then?" he pointed between us, glancing at the lit-up pool.

"figured we might as well get some use out of those dreadful house," rebekah commented as she leaned against the counter.

klaus set down the cards in his hands, and fumbled with his beer. he looked thoughtful, "swimming sounds intriguing."

finn looked up, "swimming is an activity these days?"

rebekah shrugged, "it's strangely fun."

"well, enjoy yourselves," elijah spoke, sliding back onto his seat.

rebekah pushed off the counter and grabbed two wine glasses from a cupboard. the bottle of wine she brought from her room sat in her other arm. she looked at me with raised brows, "oh, we will, brother. let's go."

bubbling with excitement, i moved to the sliding glass doors and opened one for rebekah. she stepped out into the night, and waited for me to close it. "okay, you probably know how to use this better than i," rebekah said as she neared a set of speakers. "it's bluetooth? whatever that means."

i laughed for the millionth time, "don't worry. i've got it."

i slumped onto a lounge chair near the speaker, fiddling with the buttons and volume in order to connect my phone. rebekah set the wine glasses and the bottle onto the outdoor dining table. she opened the bottle without even using a wine opener, and poured it into the two glasses.

she brought one over just as the speakers beeped, indicating my phone had connected. i put my playlist on shuffle, and rebekah cheered as a one direction song came on.

"oh, i just love harry styles," she gushed, taking a large gulp of her wine.

"me, too," i swirled the wine around in my glass. "you know what i love even more? swimming. so, peace out."

i stood from the chair and padded over to the pool. i crouched down, setting my wine glass on the concrete siding, and plopped onto my butt. i dipped my feet into the water, and with my palms pressed against the ground, pushed myself into the pool. it came up to my stomach, and i yelped at the cold.

rebekah laughed at my response, tip-toeing to the water with a giant pink pool floaty in her hands. she went around the to the steps and carefully balanced onto the float. as she passed me, i grabbed my glass of wine and downed a large sip.

"this is amazing," rebekah commented, her head lolling back as her eyes fell shut.

i took another sip of my drink before setting it down. "i know, right? this is peak luxury."

rebekah snorted at my comment. "you really are poor."

i scoffed and splashed her with water. her face scrunched up as she flinched, and she kicked her floaty away from me. using the hair tie on my wrist, i pulled my hair up into a very messy bun.

"not all of us have spent eternity, dining with kings and queens," i mocked the last part in a faux-accent.

"i've never dined with a king. a few queens, yes. an emperor? yes. the president? sure. but never a king."

i rolled my eyes, "whatever."

rebekah's floaty spun away from me slowly. she was humming to the one direction song, looking fully content with the relaxing moment.

turning from her, i took a deep breath, shut my eyes, and dove into the water. i swam down to the deep end, and when my hand met the wall, i came up for air. i wiped the water from my eyes, holding onto the edge of the pool so i didn't have to tire my kicking feet. i spun to face the doors to the house, planting my elbows onto the side of the pool.

then, i spotted kol. he was walking through the kitchen, a beer in his hands. he was obviously teasing his brothers, based on the smirk he wore and the annoyance seeping from his family members' expressions. my eyes followed him while he peered over klaus' shoulder, and a chuckle fell from my throat as klaus shoved him away. kol put his hands up defensively, but his ear perked up at the sound of my laugh. his eyes met mine through the glass, his lips lifting further into a grin.

i quickly turned away, taking another breath to dive back under the water. but, i heard the sliding glass door peel open within the span of seconds. i watched rebekah lift her head off of the back of the floaty and glare at the new presence on the patio.

"kol, leave."

i faced him, anticipating a cheeky response. "oh, but beks, this looks like fun. let me join!"

elijah stood from the island and stepped outside, "kol," he spoke, firmly, "leave them alone."

kol raised his hands defensively, again, "i'm not trying to cause anything, 'lijah. i honestly want to swim, as well. look, they've got music, drinks. it seems like a great time."

elijah looked to rebekah, who was glaring at the exchange. he gave her a knowing look and she drew back, beginning to yell out a no, but elijah said, "if we can't swim in a pool together, what kind of family are we?"

elijah, kol, and i looked to rebekah expectantly, awaiting her permission. she glanced at me and i shrugged, "i don't mind. maybe we could play chicken."

"kay," rebekah furrowed her brows, "i don't know what the hell that is. but..." she paused, stared deeply into her wine glass, took the biggest gulp, and said, "what the hell!"

elijah, klaus, and kol changed into bathing suits. finn went out. klaus tried out the diving board and showed off an insane front flip into the water. elijah took the steps, carefully and skillfully entering the water. i held onto rebekah's floaty, laughing with her at klaus' flip.

i reached for my glass of wine on the side of the pool when, all of a sudden, we heard kol yell from inside the house. he came running out, yelling all the while, in a pair of pineapple swim trunks. he jumped into the middle of the pool, cannon-balling. i let go of my wine glass and, instead, braced myself on the concrete. the water shook us all around, mini-waves swirling from his jump.

rebekah groaned, while elijah and klaus shared a laugh. i smiled, and watched as kol popped out of the water. he flipped back his head, his wet hair sending a splash towards klaus. the former brother pounced in response, tackling kol into the water. they wrestled for a moment, laughter ringing in my ears, before kol pushed klaus away.

"so, what is this chicken game, y/n?" kol said, through heavy breaths from the exertion. "does it involve chickens?"

i looked to him, the grin never leaving my face. upon meeting my gaze, his lips lifted up a bit. i faltered, but pushed on, "i don't know why it's called that. there are no chickens involved. basically, two people sit on two other people's shoulders and each tries to push the other off. its really fun."

"i'm game," klaus raised a finger.

i glanced at him, then to rebekah, "how about you?"

she shrugged, "i wanna relax. that sounds stressful."

elijah, of all people, swam over to her. she looked at him warningly as he got too close, "don't be boring, sister." suddenly, he lifted the bottom of her floaty and flipped her off of it. rebekah screamed as she went, her wine glass falling in beside her.

i gripped the side of the pool, laughing my ass off at the exchange. i glanced around and saw kol was staring at me with the brightest smile. my face flushed red and i stopped. he scrunched his nose at me, as if to acknowledge my resistance, and looked away.

rebekah came out of the water with an angry expression on her face. "oh, you're dead!"

rebekah claimed klaus as her fighting partner instantly. she got onto his shoulders with determination as elijah climbed onto kol. they moved towards a shallower, yet still deep enough, end of the pool. the water dipped beneath kol's chest as it rippled. i let my eyes wander there for the first time, and i blushed red. i was hot- though it was chilly outside- to the very core. kol caught my expression for what felt like the millionth guilty time and he winked.

he had to stop doing that.

i pulled myself onto the edge of the pool letting just my feet sink in the water as i watched them fight. "okay," i caught everyone's attention, "no super strength! it's not fair. and, on 3- 1...2...3!"

rebekah reached forward with all her might and began shoving elijah at his shoulders. kol held on tightly, though, white knuckling elijah's thighs. it took a while for one of them to fall, but, eventually, elijah fell back into the water. kol managed to evade the crash and swam out from under his brother.

rebekah looked to me with excitement. she shook her triumphant fists in the air, before grabbing klaus' head and tugging it around. he laughed at his little sister's antics.

shortly after everyone calmed down, rebekah demanded she go again. "but, i want y/n to play! this was her idea, after all."

klaus nodded, still holding his sister on his shoulders. "yeah, cmon, y/n!"

i lifted myself into the pool, smiling at their encouragement. scanning kol and elijah, i hoped to myself that the former would be the one to hold me on his shoulders. elijah went to offer, but kol cut him off, "i've got you, darling."

kol held out his hand, the one with his daylight ring on the finger. i swam over, trying not to stare at the veins running from his knuckles and up his arms. i delicately placed my hand in his and let him pull me closer. i could feel eyes on us and i knew it was rebekah. she was more than likely pissed at kol, and glaring daggers into his skin. but i tried to ignore that. even if his flirtasious advances were just how he was, i could relish on his skin touching mine.

even if that was wrong, too.

kol placed my hand on his shoulder as he pulled me around, to his back. "ready?" he peered over his shoulder, and when i nodded, he pushed down into the water. i braced my hands on his shoulders, swinging one leg at a time over them. i felt his large hands stable my legs on him and, when he felt they were, he came up.

i squeaked at the easy force, as if i weighed nothing, and gripped onto his hands. his skin really was that warm. kol looked up at me, "you okay, love?"

i nodded, "y-yes. let's get 'em."

i, unfortunately, did not get anybody. rebekah either couldn't not use her supernatural strength, or she was just abnormally strong. she pushed me under twice, and i was not willing to try a third time. each time i fell off kol's shoulders, he'd quickly whip around and fish me out by the hips. it was too much for my little heart, which was beating completely out of my chest.

in the last round, kol spun as soon as he felt me slip, and caught me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping the underneath of my thighs. i gasped as the space between our faces was non-existent. his breath was minty like before, hot and sharp as his chest pushed in and out heavily. kol contemplated my face, eyes flickering between my lips and my eyes.

the world around us felt like it froze in time. as if kol and i were encased in a snowglobe, the laughter from his brothers and sister were muffled onlookers. as if we were sitting on a shelf, in some faraway shop, price tagged for a moment that was forever occurring. just him and i, floating through time.

my fingers slipped through the hair at the nape of his neck, and i felt him shiver at my touch. but, as the moment came to a jarring snap back into time, i twisted my lips into a frowning smile. i slid my hands to either of his shoulders, squeezed gently once, and pushed myself back from him. i slipped into the water and kicked lightly to put distance between us.

whatever that was- whatever was happening here, needed to stop.

rebekah was fervently loyal- so much so that she was territorial. she had lost so much in her life- friends, lovers, parents, and siblings. she made sure that what she had was hers- even if it meant people would die.

if she knew her best friend and her brother had shared as many moments as they had today, that they had both felt a spark, felt a shimmer of something, she would surely dagger kol.

she wouldn't lose to me, especially not to him.

as i swam back from him, kol's eyes downturned with restless confusion. i knew, from the way his hands gripped at my skin, the way his vision desired me, that he meant more than to ruffle my feathers. that he held felt an attraction towards me.

and i had felt it for him, too.

i bit my lip harshly, hoping to bleed out the feelings, and shook my head.

no.

we couldn't.

#kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x you #kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x y/n #the originals #the originals x reader #the originals x y/n #klaus mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #nathaniel buzolic sucks but kol is hot so fuck me

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madfantasy · 1 year

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Dear blogging

Wish you ease and comfort, and all that you desire.

I've been trying not to fall again into the dissociative zombie trance I freeze in, but I only can fight it so much considering..

Even just typing what I think of a butter milk lolly I tried first time seems to be the most pointless thing in the world.. such as my view on me still inhabiting it.. like how ever or whatever I say or do, there's no point, there's no outcome, there's no reason in bothering...

The festival wasn't very festive and even tho struggling to find commissions to cover any not net bill expense, I managed to get something to do something new for it— makeup

I have a long list of trying things for the first time and makeup was on there, I'm all for it in the name of self expression and refinery, and to me especially I always wanted to try nd do even beyond that. But now I tried it, it seems like I need a new set of hands cuz my god, what is drawing in reverse AND on a stretchy surface such as the skin.

I got myself and siblings some and arrived in time for the festival. No body humoured me as much as i hoped, and my guardians being the supportive bunch they be even laughed at— which I already know— my screwed application. Even with their encouragement to keep it on, I promptly wiped it off and did not bother with makeup after.

Just in the past few days I started using lipstick more and I noticed it helped me stop chewing on my lips, which is a nice positive to get out of it. Also I'm in love /hate relationship with the way the brush feels on my face, it's relaxing but suddnly feels too ticklish to continue, idk. At least I've been enjoying my kit as if I bought new art tools and hope to have more colors with time and get better at it.

Like finding out things like— lipgloss freaking burns or numb your lips and that's ON PURPOSE?? I worried I was having a reaction cuz i picked brands randomly & as cheap as possible, tried to get one of everything, and as you can see I have allowed my red-black pallet fixation control my choices. Like eyeshadows being mostly reddish I thought it will look super vibrant on me, but they turned very complementary on my skin tone, hehe. And those nail polish removal stuff, they kill my fingers, just by using them daily, that aside the disgusting feeling of rubbing my nail with wet tissue — PURE AGONY.

My charms too arrived, the ones I've ordered with my new phone and have long gave up on seeing again cuz they seemed to never arrive. It something dear to me, i wanted to put before me symbols of the ones to treasure who commissioned me and helped me get a new phone. Which was something also I first time try— accessorising my phone.

Bee for Ka 🐝 kitty for Katty 🐈 the mask 🎭 as a representation of the death eaters life I enjoyed illustrating with VanMarky, V for my precious Vee, and so on. It escaped my notice that I need pliers to fix them into the chain lol so they remain loose for now..

Now i added another vid to upload for the day i hope it doesn't torment me, im tired of seeing this as an always occurrence, it's not helping, but keeping me longer into this festering mental decline..

I'm happy that the 100$+ net subscription cost I barely have each month paying off 8D

Sorry fir being so hopless, trying to live to art..

5 a.m. 3.5.2023. Tummy hurt

#text #drawing journal #personal

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villainsblog97 · 1 year

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[9:21 AM]

"Jagiya!" Jooyeon wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

You were sitting at your vanity getting ready to put on a moisturizer, and picking out all the make up you were gonna put on today.

"Jagiya~" he cooed while he kissed your cheek.

"Jooyeon~" you cooed back before giggling at your boyfriend's kisses on your cheek.

"You should let me do your make up!"

Moment over...

"Lee Jooyeon are you insane!?" You turned around

"Pleeeease" he begged giving you the softest puppy eyes ever.

"No way, you'll make me look like a clown!"

"No I won't!" he whined as he showed the puppy eyes again.

You drew a long sigh, that slowly merged into a groan.

"Fine!"

He giggled and bounced a little at your agreement.

He quickly grabbed another chair and brought it into your room and sat in front of you.

"You can't look until I'm all done!"

This was a bad idea...

You sighed again in a hesitant agreement.

"Okay start with the moisturizer"

"I know I know!" he laughed.

He picked up your moisturizer and put a bit on his hand before carefully massaging it into your skin.

You sometimes forget that your boyfriend is an idol who probably wears make up more than you do.

He applied the primer on your face next and then dabbed some foundation on the front of his hand, then he took your blender and dipped it in the foundation before blending it evenly into your skin.

What the hell?

You couldn't see what he was doing but it felt like he was doing a good job.

He filled in your eyebrows next.

"Lee Jooyeon I swear if you mess up my eyebrows!"

"Just trust me jagiya!" he laughed

Then he applied a bit of eye shadow primer on your eye lids and blended it evenly.

"Hmmm what color should I do?" he asked looking at your eye shadow pallets.

He finally picked a color and dipped the brush in the pigment and glided the brush over your eye lids.

"Where's that eyeliner pen at?"

Now you were scared.

"Have you ever done eye liner!?"

"Don't worry about that!"

He reached over and grabbed your eyeliner pen and popped the cap off it.

Your palms grew sweaty, you were really nervous as you felt the pen on your eye lids.

He finished off the look with some setting powder and finishing spray, then applied a thin layer of mascara to your eye lashes, and lip tint to your lips.

"Okay! all done!" He smiled proudly

"I'm scared Jooyeon"

"Don't be"

You turned to the mirror and saw the finished product.

"Jooyeon... it looks amazing!" you hung mouth as you looked at your boyfriend's literal masterpiece.

"How did you-"

"Ah... well I watched some Youtube videos on how to do make up, and I also had some of our makeup artists teach me as well, so that I could do it for you sometimes" he got embarrassed as he scratched the back of his head.

You couldn't help but smile and wrap your arms around his neck.

"I love you Rockstar" you smiled as you leaned in to kiss him.

He smiled proudly at you and returned the kiss.

"I love you too baby"