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#anon you picked an amazing palette for her thank you so much
not-poignant · 1 year
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hi! i'm a really big fan of yours and i want to thank you so much for sharing your talent with us. i was also so pleasantly surprised when i found out you did some of the really wonderful art for juliet marillier's books? which is so insane to think about because it's like two worlds colliding! would you ever talk about how that came about?
Hi anon!
So, Juliet Marillier got in touch with me, because she'd seen some of my animal artwork, and asked if I could do a hedgehog based cover for Prickle Moon, an acclaimed and award-winning anthology of really awesome short stories, being published by Ticonderoga (whose owners I know and who are also lovely people, and who I've also been published through re: short stories), the owners of Ticonderoga gave Juliet Marillier control over who she picked for the cover art, which is very rare! She was really polite and lovely, and we organised to meet in person because she only lives about 25 minutes from me.
I went to her house and we hung out and talked about many things, I met her lovely rescue dogs (she tends to rescue small elderly dogs, and gives them so much enrichment and love and care), and I showed her some of my original sketches and thoughts re: colour schemes, she picked what she liked and I got started.
After that, the cover was approved, we did a book signing together at Swancon one year (both of us signing the same anthology, which was amazing for me, because that was my first time signing anything), and then a short time later I joined a writer's group that she was a member of, along with many other published speculative fiction authors. We were all a part of Write Club for many years, but it sadly disbanded at the beginning of 2020. Though we still have a small chat group for the core members.
Juliet Marillier is a lovely person, an amazing writer, and she's also a member of the same spiritual group I am (the Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids - OBOD). You'd never guess from meeting her that she's one of the most acclaimed women fantasy writers of the last few decades, or that she's travelled the world doing book signings etc. She's very humble, wry, funny, caring, and a little shy in social settings. I feel very fortunate and humbled that I got to spend time with her, and every time I see or think of hedgehogs I will forever think of Juliet Marillier. :)
Here's the full cover. It was done entirely in ink, watercolour pencil, and coloured pencil. I gave her the original artwork once it was done.
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And here's some of my original sketches that I did, that I showed her at her home (including an illustration of different monochromatic colour palettes, Juliet chose purple/violet):
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So yeah!
Tbh long before I wrote fanfiction and did things the way I do them now re: writing, I was actually a professional artist and award-winning author doing quite 'Serious' writing etc. I don't work as a professional artist anymore, but I do still sell some of my art and sometimes share it here. I've done a couple of other book and magazine covers over the years, and an internal illustration for the World Fantasy Award winning She Walks in Shadows anthology edited by the amazing Silvia Moreno-Garcia.
I've had some very cool experiences through my writing and my art, but being in a writer's group with Juliet Marillier and many other very excellent writers is definitely a highlight. :D
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share-the-damn-bed · 10 months
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First off, you have to excuse my English because I’ll say it’s good but not great yet, but I have learned a ton from constantly reading English books and blogs. Anyway, I found your Tumblr recently and am curious to hear your thoughts on something I realized. Something I haven’t heard talked about is the repeating ties that Jancy’s narrative has to older times (just as Stancy’s narrative does). It’s my unpopular opinion I guess, but as a Stoncy shipper I enjoy both Stancy and Jancy as individual ships—so the fact that each couple have some striking similarities, almost as striking as their differences, kind of makes sense in my mind. But anyway, back to my point. Jancy’s first kiss is set to the sound of Billie Holiday. Their season three plot with Driscoll puts them in an understated, vintage color palette and soundtrack, especially compared to other character’s aesthetics in the third season (bright colors, modern new mall, modern music and Madonna, advanced Russian technology and facilities, and so on). Nancy in the fourth season is pretty heavily tied to the Creels and she is the only character that watches the events unfold of Henry’s childhood in the 1950s Creel house. Jonathan’s clothes also feel like very old, though that also could be hinting at the financial loss of the Byers family. Maybe I am reading too much into it, but overall I do associate Jancy with a different time period, and to me they feel completely disconnected from almost every aspect of the modern Hawkins, like instead they should be off in their own little world and time. All that being said, I find it so interesting that instead, the writers chose to draw Stancy to the past instead, as in the Light Bright room scene, where Nancy reads her diary entry of Steve and realizes they are stuck in old times. Obviously I understand what that was going for, that Nancy has history with Steve and he represents her past self or her roots maybe. But that makes the big question for me (because in my mind I truly am not sure that either couple will be endgame)…could the vintage motifs in Jonathan and Nancy’s love story be hinting at a similar fate to their relationship as Stancy’s probable ending. Is it that the writers think Jonathan, as well as Steve, are holding onto a past version of Nancy and therefore neither boy can be her future in the end? Hell, I am so confused! I think it’s all so interesting though. Anyway, sorry for the long message, but I love your thoughts on Jancy and wondered if you picked up on any of this or if I’m crazy! 
Hi Anon! Thanks for the ask, you have some very interesting ideas and points here that I haven’t really considered before. I also appreciate that your thoughts come from an unbiased place as a jancy/stancy/stoncy supporter. That gives you such a unique perspective!  
(Also, your English is amazing, truly. And even if it wasn’t as amazing as it is, the fact that you are able communicate in a language you’re not totally comfortable with is amazing!! Take it from me, an American, whose educational system and culture basically deter learning a non-English language so much so that they intentionally “teach” languages way past the known developmentally appropriate time so that students don’t truly learn and retain the language... sorry. Mini rant.)
I guess the major difference when comparing Stancy to Jancy and their connection to the past is that when it happens with Stancy, it is always done so in direct regard to their relationship: we have the Tom cruise poster that Nancy says is “old” which is a direct reference to Steve in season 1 (says Carol thinks he looks like him and calls Tom Cruise Nancy’s “loverboy”) and season 2 (Halloween costumes), we have the diary entry in the Upside Down (UD) that follows with a Stancy flashback that I think is there to show that not only is the UD stuck in the past, but stuck on the night Will disappeared, specifically. We also see Vecna bringing up Nancy and Steve’s first time having sex to taunt Nancy about Barb’s death and place blame on Nancy.
I think so much of the Stancy scenes in ST4 and all the Stancy scenes throughout the show that reference their past allude to one thing: Barb. I will forever be angry that Nancy’s Vecna moment finally facing Barb’s death and the weight of that guilt got completely overshadowed by Vecna’s big reveal in ST4 only to never be referenced again. And, I think so much of Nancy’s guilt is intertwined with Steve and there’s so much unresolved there.
I made a post during the break between ST4 vol. 1 and 2 detailing how the current season threw in so many references to the night Steve and Nancy broke up, where she called him “bullshit” and blamed Barb’s death on them. I also talked about how their relationship (platonic, romantic, or otherwise) is stuck on that night, where they’re not able to move past that until they pick up that bathroom conversation which, I believe, will ultimately help Nancy move on from the weight of Barb’s death. That’s honestly why I think Stancy has returned for Nancy’s character arc. I think Steve letting Nancy go or realizing he doesn’t need a romantic partner is his arc. But I am biased and I’ll freely admit that.
So Stancy’s ties to the past are directly linked to their romantic relationship (and usually those early days of that relationship). Jancy, on the other hand, do have these historical allusions but this history is not associated with their actual relationship at all. I think the only time Jancy really refer to their own past is when they discuss “what happened” to them between ST1 & ST2 at the motel and when Jonathan references Murray at the end of ST3.
I believe in season 2 the choice to have jazz music at Murray’s play was to promote their scenes as their romantic. In the will-they-won’t-they prelude to their first kiss, the lyrics playing aptly describe the situation: “I want you so now / You have the lips I love to touch / You'd better go now, you'd better go / Because I like you much, too much.”
In season 3, the music choice at Mrs. Driscoll’s may be related to her age or they could be playing up the old-timey reporter duo trope from, like, the 1940s. It is interesting too that other old-timey music (i.e. We’ll Meet Again – Vera Lynn) was used in ST3 without connection to Jancy/Mrs. Driscoll. I genuinely don’t know what that means, but,since the music was in reference to supernatural occurrences (flayed victims/Meat flayer) it could be a reference to Henry/001/Vecna since that would be the era of music he is familiar with, just like how “Dream a Little Dream of Me” was used to announce his presence in Max’s happy memory in ST4. (That would be super cool if that was the case!)
 In terms of clothing and Jancy, the costume department and creative teams have always been very explicit that clothing choices for the Byers are made with their financial situation in mind. It’s been years, but there have been interviews and articles that mention that Jonathan’s wardrobe in season 1 is “older” due to probably being bought second-hand or trying to make the clothes last longer. We even see in ST1 that one of his sweaters (his beautiful cream one <3) has moth holes in the collar. We also see Joyce wearing Jonathan’s old shirts, Jonathan wearing multiple clothing staples across seasons, and costuming discussed how the boy’s Ghostbusters’ outfits in ST2 are all different depending on what each family was able to afford (Mike’s family was able to buy the newest, best costume from the store while Joyce was shown hand making pieces of the costume for Will throughout the first two episodes).
Additionally, while promoting ST3 costuming mentioned that Nancy’s (and by the transitive property, Jonathan’s) outifts were inspired by her boyfriend’s New Wave tastes (brighter colors, sharper patterns and lines, iirc) So, I think their outfits are not exactly supposed to make us conjure up images of previous decades.
Because of how different the concept of “the past” is used for Stancy (directly tied to their relationships’ past) and Jancy (vintage motifs that could very much be unrelated to their relationship), I don’t think the situations are comparable. You mention that both boys may be “holding onto a past version of Nancy and therefore neither boy can be her future” but I think the narrative has only suggested that for Steve, and only partially.
I would argue that Steve’s not even holding onto a past version of Nancy, I think he is romanticizing their relationship with an idealistic (not an accurate) version of Nancy at the center. When Steve mentions his dream of Nancy being his wife and mother to their six nuggets, this doesn’t sound like future Nancy but it also doesn’t sound like the Nancy he previously dated. This is why I think Steve’s arc will involve letting Nancy go/finally getting closure on their relationship and seeing it for what it was.
Jonathan, alternatively, recognizes Nancy’s ambition, sees her for who she is, and is very much supportive of Nancy’s future and the future she wants for herself; so much so that he deeply fears holding her back and is willing to let her go so she can succeed (when what he should actually do is talk to her. I don’t want to romanticize his approach: it’s bad and it’s actively hurting Nancy, but I do think one can sympathize with his actions while agreeing there’s a better approach).
You also mention that “[Jancy] feel[s] completely disconnected from almost every aspect of the modern Hawkins, like instead they should be off in their own little world and time” and I completely agree. It’s like when they’re interacting on screen together, they’re the only two present. Part of that is because when they speak with one another it's always in this quiet, intentional way. Idk what else to add, this is just actually one of my favorite things about them.
Thank you so much for the ask, Anon! This was a lot of fun and forced me to consider things in ways I haven’t thought about before. Also, a huge thank you to @p-zombiee for talking this through with me (as it is super confusing and I kept getting lost in it myself!)
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ddarker-dreams · 4 years
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You said that SR can speak, yes? To me, she looks like the type that would normally prefer to be silent. So I bet it really shocked the gang when she spoke for the first time around them. Her first words must have been to SR reader tho. ( I'm talking like she's a baby 😅) I wonder, what does her voice sound like?
Yes, Scarlet Ribbons can speak!! Just like you said though, she prefers to observe rather than verbalize her thoughts. Reader speaks enough here SR doesn’t feel it’s necessary for her to chime in too. It becomes a bit of a rumor for a while, as Mista swore he heard SR speaking once. No one believes him. When he tries to ask you about it, you end up shrugging it off. I kinda imagine her as having a singsong voice to match her personality. Something like this, though a tad deeper. My former idol loving roots might be showing now ,, 
anon 2 said: My entire family speaks spanish,and Italian and spanish are actually very similar,so im afraid that my family wouldn't be too troubled by the language barrier.Those embarrassing stories are gonna get across RIP 😪😭😔. Tho,I bet narancia,(best boy) would be so surprised. ("You can speak 3 languages?!)
Ohh there would hardly be a language barrier in that case! Even more of a prime opportunity to learn more about Reader, since everyone can openly communicate with one another. Narancia is definitely going to be impressed... he thought speaking two languages is amazing, but you can speak three? Color him surprised ,, he’s gonna try and learn them too! 
anon 3 said: Reading that ask about the gang trying to impress SR readers grandparents--- I'm also from NY and we have some GREAT pizza. A few horrible ones, but I've tasted some good pizza. Narancia insulting NY pizza would get me so fired up lol. I would have a whole ass debate with that boy over which pizza is better.
Narancia wouldn’t know what he’s talking about tbh . He’s extremely biased towards his favorite pizza that he’s grown up with, and is gonna make it his personal mission to convince you. You’ll never see him so riled up over a trivial matter. He’d be making excel spreadsheets and charts if he was capable of it, doodling on a piece of paper will have to suffice for now. Narancia is determined once he gets something on his mind, so he’s not letting this go. At least he has an excuse to take you out on more pizza dates under the guise of wanting to prove his point . He’s a little genius.
anon 4 asked: Does SR reader ever like to sing some of her favorite songs out loud? Does she ever get caught reenacting some of her favorite singers' moves?
Okay so since we’ve already established this is a v self indulgent series YOU KNOW that Reader is gonna have a nice singing voice. My idea for this Reader is that she’s very artsy focused, you can kinda decide for yourself what areas you’d prefer, but I was thinking she’d enjoy singing, dance, and traditional art. For her singing I picture something like this, clear and sweet sounding. Fugo has caught her singing the most, but rarely brings it up, preferring to listen before leaving with a little smile on his face. Narancia also catches her humming!! 
anon 5 asked: With SR reader in the team would she be the one to start calling Giorno 'giogio'?
I could see that happening! Giorno makes it clear in Purple Haze Feedback that he doesn’t want to repeat the mistakes that Diavolo made. He wants to have closer connections to people, and eliminate some formalities. Reader already has a habit of giving her teammates nicknames (Abba, Nara, Panna...), so GioGio is up next. She has to stop herself from saying it in professional settings though.
anon 6 said: Your post about the Bucci gang in the states was WONDERFUL! I love the idea of Giorno just trying to escape on a one on one date with the reader but everyone else is making it impossible :((
THANK U !! I had so much fun with it. Giorno still intends on making the best of it in the end lmao. Any trips abroad like that would have to be on the basis of business, Reader’s presence just an additional bonus. So he’s already grateful that she’s here. He’s still one of the best at getting meaningful alone time with her once he moves to the courting process.
anon 7 said: Bruh, I would LOVE you to write the Chariot Requiem with SR reader and Giorno switching! And I ADORED what you said about the gang visiting the states I NEED MORE OF THAT (personally I’m from Arkansas and there’s literally NOTHING there, but I LOVE the east coast)
I want to write that scene still!! It feels somewhat difficult since I only have a few vague ideas of what I want, but I’ll keep thinking about it more... For the team visiting the states I swore I wasn’t going to go ham but I ended up going Ham... and it was really fun actually !! The east coast actually has a lot of fun things to do, and a lot of the members would want to explore around there.
anon 8 said: SR is an affectionate stand, right? Imagine waking up with a kiss from her! That would be soooooo cute. Anyone on the team would die happily from that.
She is a very affectionate Stand,, much to the minor misfortune of Reader. Fugo has woken up to SR just staring at him. Neither of you knows why she does it, but she seems to like observing your teammates. It’s gonna end up being Bruno that gets a little forehead kiss... since without him, you never would’ve awoken your Stand. Or it would’ve at least taken a lot longer. Bruno never mentions it to you, it’s a secret between them. 🥺
anon 9 said: I was thinking about the SR being part of La squadra proposed by the other anon and thought it would be really cool if SR ended up joining up with the Bucci gang after Risotto dies to get the info that the boss is two people to them. To get revenge for the rest of her teammates because although buccillati and his gang did the killing mostly, it was the boss who started it and was the one responsible, the bucci gang were just the tools used. Could be a good scenario for a darker/hardened SR readr
Ohh that’s an interesting AU type of idea!! Darker SR Reader... maybe her color palette changes to to match? I picked bright red as being a reoccurring theme since it’s often associated with passion and love, and that seemed to fit her. So maybe Scarlet Ribbons is monochrome instead here. And black iris’?? And black ribbons... now I kinda wanna doodle a dark Scarlet Ribbons for fun . She goes >:( instead of >:)
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cassahina · 3 years
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hi! i was hoping i could request a danganronpa and mha matchup? i use they/she pronouns and im bisexual! i think i might be a demigirl and demisexual. im a gemini and an INFJ-T. i like cats and iced coffee. i dont like crowds, public speaking, school, etc. i listen to emo music the most, but i also like listening to metal and goth music! im emo and my closet consists of black dresses, belt corsets, fishnets/stockings, and platform shoes. my clothes color palette just consists of black (unless im not out). im 5'3, blonde, and i have a (very grown out) pixie cut with two longer strands in the front of my face and bangs! my hair is dirty blonde. my hobbies include playing video games and researching/practicing witchcraft! i think i kin chiaki and jirou.
i have a blood phobia and a fear of the dark and bugs. i'm veryyyyy indecisive. i'm much more of a follower than leader, and i usually go with someone else's decision rather than mine. i dont like arguing and i try to avoid it. think i get really jealous with people that i'm attatched to. i'm an introvert and i've been diagnosed with social anxiety. im also a little gullible lol and im pretty forgetful
i would like to own a bakery when i'm older and become a professional baker. i also have two cats that i adore a bunch! i'm a cat person over a dog person.
thank you if you do my request!!
Sure thing Anon! I hope you like it!
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Momo Yaoyorozu, Eijiro Kirishima, and Sonia Nevermind!
I chose Momo because I think she would honestly balance you out well. Although she is a bit more preppy, she doesn’t mind the punk vibes (seeing as Jirou is like her bestie) and probably enjoys a bit of the music so you two could start an interaction through that. However, where you are more anxious and indecisive, Momo is a strong leader who can help assist you when need be, even with just staying organized and reminding you of stuff. However, Momo does have her own insecurities and indecisiveness, so she would also be able to empathize with you which could help you both grow. She also isn’t the best at games first, but she picks them up pretty fast so she would be down to play any video game you wanted to with her. She is good at setting up plans, but is also very sweet as a leader and just in general as a person, so I think you two would work out very well together. :)
I chose Kirishima because he is a lovable goofball who is just an amazing guy. He never seemed like the type to judge anyone based on looks or style negatively, and I think he would actually find your darker and emo aesthetic intriguing and neat. He would so be the type to just get iced coffee with you and relax in the car while listening to any music you want to play. He would also be down to ho to shelters to pet all the cats if you wanted to, and to help you bake (he would honestly have fun doing whatever with you.) he would also be amazed by your witchcraft interest and would watch you in amazement whenever you researched or practiced it.
I chose Sonia because she seems like a mix of both the things I saw in Momo and Kirishima for you. Sonia is a good leader who can help you make decisions and ease stressful situations, but is also very kind hearted and considerate. She is also lighthearted and goofy, and loves the darker vibes (seeing as how well she gets along with Gundham). She would definitely be down to help take care of your cats if need be, to listen to any emo or goth music you wanted to play, to bake cookies with you, or to help you practice witchcraft. Genuinely Sonia would be an amazing partner for all of your interests, and her personality would work well with yours and help balance you out as you would do so for her in return.
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pynkhues · 4 years
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It’s officially ~spooky szn~ which means we need a brio Halloween fic, pleaaasee!! Like can you imagine Beth insisting on making costumes for all five kids?? Anyways, even if you don’t have time for this just want you to know that I love your writing and I look forward to any and all fic updates :)
Thank you so much! And haha, happy spooky season, anon. Hope you like it. :-) 
Set in The Centre and Circumference / Domestic Fic universe
“You know, I actually think it looks kind of cool,” Annie tells her, eyes on Beth’s blue-dyed fingers as Beth fiddles with her makeup palette, comparing the shades of skin toned foundation a few shades lighter than Annie’s own. “Like you’ve been finger banging one of those aliens from Avatar or something.”
And just - - god. Beth blanches before she can stop herself, stopping in her ministrations long enough to shoot Annie a look, before refocusing on the task at hand.
“Please never say that again,” Beth says, shaking her head as she throws a dash of grey face paint into her mixing palette with the foundation – gets it all thick and moonish. She tests it a little on her own hand before grabbing her make-up brush, lathering it up and starting on Annie’s face.
“Fine, sorry I’m trying to make your weird blue monster hands less terrifying.”
Rolling her eyes, Beth uses those weird blue monster hands to lay the first layer of ghoulish foundation on Annie’s face. It’s not like Beth isn’t used to it anyway – has dyed enough fabric in her time to know that dying your hands is just an unfortunate side effect. Still, she’s tried everything to get it off – all her tried and true measures, but nothing’s worked, so Beth has resigned herself to the fact that it’s just going to take time.
It’d all been worth it anyway – to see Marcus’ face light up as soon as his eyes had locked onto the Captain America costume. She feels like she’s spent the better part of the month making costumes – dying and sewing and cutting up fabrics, and sure, it’d been exhausting, but somehow not as exhausting as previous years, even with the extra one to make. And god, as weird as it is to think about, she’s pretty sure that that comes down to Rio more than anything else. The second he’d realised he couldn’t talk her out of making them from scratch herself, he’d been more helpful than she thinks even he’d realised – whether that was in organising dinner so she could work on them, or stopping by the craft store, or distracting the kids so she could work, or even just staying up with her, reading on the couch while Beth poured over her sewing machine, taking them both to bed when she stopped making any sense.
“All I’m saying is you could throw something together if you really wanted to come out with us,” Annie says, sucking in her lips when Beth does in instruction, twitching back when Beth paints the make-up hard over her mouth. And Beth knows she shouldn’t be annoyed by this – knows there’s no accusation there, no shame, more just a double check that Beth is really happy for Annie to take the kids trick or treating without her.
It’d become something of a tradition years ago – that Annie would show up and bundle all the kids together and take them out – her endless energy when candy was involved meaning they didn’t turn around until all the kids were dragging their feet, instead of after three or four houses when Beth’s own exhaustion from the lead-up would inevitably start begging her for bed. Annie was forever the Fun Aunt, and Beth was forever - - well, not the Boring Mom, but the Mom Mom. The mom you wanted making costumes, not the one you wanted tagging along to trick or treating and asking if you really needed that extra houseworth of candy, and honestly? Beth was pretty much fine with that.
Anyway, Annie had seemed extra keen this year.
(“With this new neighbourhood?” Annie had said with a scoff when she’d offered. “You know they’re handing out the good stuff, and Sadie deserves every opportunity to gorge on fancy candy as your kids do.”
“Sadie?” Beth asked, arching an eyebrow, and Annie had replied with a shit-eating grin.)
“I’m good,” Beth says now. “Seriously. I have a date with a glass of bourbon, a pizza and whatever spooky movie is playing on TV.”
“You know you don’t have to play Russian Roulette with basic cable anymore, you can actually like, choose your spooky movie now. It’s through this brand-new start-up – I think it’s called - - Netfilm - - no wait, Netflix, I think? Gotta tell you – I think those guys are onto something.”
Beth snorts, getting more make-up / facepaint onto her brush, and opening her mouth to reply, when Emma twirls back into the dining room, her golden dress billowing as she moves. She comes to a stop in front of Annie and Beth, who are sitting opposite each other on the same side of the dining room table – their chairs turned to face each other, the tools of Beth’s day – make-up, sewing kit, hot glue gun, curling iron, sprawled out across the table beside them.
“Mommy, I can’t find my tea set,” she says with a pout. “I want to take Mrs. Potts.”
Emma’s Belle costume from Beauty and the Beast had come together surprisingly well – or not surprising, Beth corrects herself, remembering Ruby’s words earlier that day (“What? Something you made looks amazing? Shocker. You gotta learn to own your talents, B, seriously.”). She’s good at this, after all, and she already had the fabric templates from Emma being Anna from Frozen last year (although Beth had added a few more layers to the Belle skirt to give it volume).
“I think it’s in the playroom, honey,” Beth says, and Emma darts out of the room in a puff of glitter hairspray and gold satin. Turning back to Annie, Beth grabs a small sponge, finds the bruise-purple eyeshadow she’d set aside earlier, only to blink at the look on her sister’s face.
“Okay, so, please remind me why we were robbing grocery stores when you can do that. That costume is - -” Annie kisses her fingers, and Beth grins, batting her hands away from her mouth.
“You’re going to smudge your make-up.”
Which wouldn’t be ideal, Beth thinks, shifting back in her seat. It’d be good to get the kids out of here – Annie’s the last one after all. Beth has already put the finishing touches on Kenny’s Hopper costume from Stranger Things (fake beard and all), Danny’s Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle one, and Jane’s, which was - - weird, to say the least. Or - - maybe not. The shiny-obsessed crab from Moana feels pretty on brand for her. Hell, she’d even put together Sadie’s - although deciding to go as Karl Marx meant it mostly only entailed getting him a suit which Annie had done, and finding the right wig and faux beard which fell strictly in Beth’s jurisdiction.
At the thought of Sadie, Beth glances out of the dining room, down into the living room, where he’s helping Danny play Jacks (Glenvale Elementary has a Retro Games Club, which is intensely sweet, but also makes Beth feel about a million years old. It’s not like she played Jacks, but she knew what it was.)
She’s pulled from her thoughts by the front door springing open, and she knows who it is from the delighted reactions on the kids’ faces more than anything else. Doesn’t see him though until he steps light-footed through the living room, carrying the seven plastic, pumpkin-head candy buckets and an enormous bag of ghost-shaped candies – each individually wrapped for any trick or treaters they might get tonight. She sighs in relief, mouthing a thank you as Rio spots her, tilting his chin up in acknowledgement. God, she can’t even believe she’d forgotten to pick them up in the stress of finishing the costumes.
Leaning down to fist bump Sadie, then Danny, Rio promptly gives Kenny the pumpkin buckets, directing him to pass them out to the other kids before they head out. Darting over into the dining room, Rio moves easily into Beth’s space, leaning down to give her a quick kiss that makes her blush despite herself, before glancing over at Annie, who’s zombie hillbilly look is almost complete.
“Thought you said your sister was wearin’ a costume?” Rio asks her, forehead furrowed in faux confusion, and Beth bites back a grin, rolls her eyes a little as Annie yanks out her prosthetic teeth to scoff.
“Funny,” Annie says with a snort, scowling over at Rio. “You should take that act on the - - wait. Was that a dad joke?”
Her jaw briefly hangs open, and Rio huffs out a laugh, adjusting his grip on the bag of candy in his arms and heading into the kitchen, away from them. It’s enough to make Annie surge up in her seat, briefly checking the kids aren’t listening before whisper yelling:  
“Don’t give up your day job as violent gangleader, I think your career in comedy is lacking!”
Rio just waves an arm out at her, jogging over to where Marcus and Jane are sprawled out on the kitchen floor, colouring in an enormous haunted house picture Beth had picked up from the PTA. They grin as they see him, and Rio ruffles Marcus’ perfectly quaffed Captain America hair just to make his son gasp, and then immediately starts laughing as he gets his first real look at Jane’s blinged out crab costume. Red cheeked and outraged at Rio’s response, Jane opens her mouth to yell, but then Rio’s swinging her up into his arms, rocking her around, making her cackle like a little lunatic, and just - -
Beth exhales happily, turns back to Annie only to pause.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Annie says, then shrugs, smiling. “Your face. Weirdo.”
“What?” Beth repeats, rubbing at her cheek, like there might be something on it, but she knows whatever Annie saw wasn’t - - well. Beth blushes, dips the sponge back in the bruise coloured eyeshadow and finishes the last one off. “I think I’m done, anyway, so you should probably get the kids out of here.”
“Sure sure,” Annie says knowingly, and when Beth squints at her, she adds: “So you can bone daddy over there.”
“Annie,” Beth groans, a bright flush finding her cheeks as Annie leaps to her feet, grabbing the vanity mirror off the table to check out Beth’s work.
“Not bad, not bad,” Annie says, shoving her prosthetic teeth back in and grinning at Beth in a way that just makes her shake her head, not quite able to hide the affection in her grin. With her messy hair and her pallid skin and her buck teeth and her flannel shirt - - she sort of has the zombie hillbilly look down.
“To the streets, my pretties,” Annie calls, and the kids seem to materialise around her like she’s summoned them, a bustle of energy and attention and joy, and Beth’s grin only falters when Annie leans down and adds: “I’ll text you when we’re on our way back so you can, y’know, hide your shame.”
With that, they’re all out the door and into the bustle of the night.
Beth huffs out a breath, briefly collapsing back into her seat at the dining room table, furiously swiping at her face, the exhaustion of the last few weeks finally catching up to her. Still, it had felt too good, giving them all what they wanted – her four and Marcus and Sadie and Annie too – making them feel so good. She can’t bite back her grin, can’t help but feel the worth in it, even as she leans forwards to start to bundle up her make-up and her craft supplies to pack away.
Only she’s interrupted when Rio suddenly leans over the table in front of her, his body bent as he eyes her off, lips twisted into a soft, barely-there grin. Beth raises an eyebrow at him, her fingers curling around her make-up brush again,
“Sorry, did you want me to do you too?” she asks, brandishing the brush in his face, and Rio rolls his eyes, but grins, pinching the brush from her fingers, grabbing a tissue from her collection to wipe off the last of the make-up. He makes neat, easy work of it and - - right, Beth reminds herself. Sisters.
“You gonna chill now?” he asks her, and it takes Beth a minute to process the words, to lean back in her seat, looking up at him, but then - - she nods, leaning back into her chair at the dining room table, folding her arms over her chest. She looks a little wistfully at the door, that contentedness she’d felt seeing them out of it warming in her belly all over again. But then again - - she wrinkles her nose. 
“At this time of year? Maybe for a week,” she says, her voice dry. “Thanksgiving is just around the corner, after all, and then there’s Christmas, and New Year’s too.”
She’d already found at least four new recipes she wanted to try too – experiments alongside old favourites. The menu for both Thanksgiving and Christmas already half-set in her head.  
“Thanksgivin’, we gonna go to my sister’s place.”
The words are enough to jerk Beth out of her own thoughts, to blink up at Rio, surprise evident in her look, and Rio stares back at her, then away, twirling the make-up brush in his hand.
“Carmen’s always wantin’ to host it, but she’s usually workin’ at the hospital. She got it off this year. Wanted to let her do her thing. Only found out yesterday.”
Beth turns the thought over in her head. It’s not that she’s adverse to it, rather - - she’s just not used to it. Annie’s never wanted to host, and Thanksgiving is the only holiday that Stan’s parents insist on, meaning Beth hasn’t had a Thanksgiving with Ruby since her and Stan were married. And after Dean’s dad died - - well, the expectation was that he’d host it, as the eldest son, and Dean hosting it always meant Beth hosting it, but - - but she’s not married to Dean anymore, she’s with Rio, and all the rules are out the window.
She looks back at Rio, who seems almost a little uncertain, like this wasn’t how he planned on broaching this with her, like maybe he expects a fight, and in the end - -
Well.
“We still have to take something,” Beth says, and Rio’s gaze darts up towards her, filled with a look that he gives her too often – something between amused and annoyed, before it gives way to something that’s just - - just deep and warm, and Beth can’t even begin to explain the feeling it unlocks in her own chest. But then Rio’s flicking the tip of her nose with the end of her make-up brush, and Beth rolls her eyes, going to grab it off him, but he holds it steadily out of her grip.
“I’m givin’ you a cap then, mami. One dessert, one side.”
“There are seven of us,” Beth counters easily. “Plus, Annie’ll need to come, so eight – maybe even nine if she has Sadie too.”
“Then Annie can go buy that nasty ass pasta salad she always does and bring that too.”
“Your son loves that nasty ass pasta salad.”
“He does, and if you don’t think I hold that against your sister, you kiddin’ yourself, darlin’.”
And Beth just laughs, wrinkling her nose, because the pasta salad really is awful, so she figures it’s fair, and her reaction is enough to make Rio boop her nose again with her make-up brush.
“One dessert, one side,” he repeats, dropping the brush back into her make-up bag before flicking off her hot glue gun and her curling iron. “That’s an order.”
And - - well, Beth arches an eyebrow at that, folding back into her seat, staring up at him, still mostly amused.
“An order?”
“Mmm,” he hums, pushing her crafting gear and make-up palettes aside before planting his ass on the table in front of her, kicking his legs out briefly like she’s seen Marcus do, before he’s knitting his hands together in front of him, dipping his head. “It’s a thing bosses do, yeah? Delegatin’. I know you’re allergic to it or somethin’, but - -”
“Last I checked, you weren’t the boss of me,” Beth interrupts, tone a lot less amused now, and Rio just laughs, the sound easy and lyrical in a way that makes her heart leap and also tells her that he fundamentally disagrees with that statement, and Beth rolls her eyes, opening her mouth to tell him all the ways he isn’t, when Rio smacks his hands down on his knees and looks over at her.
“So in all this craftin’ and knittin’ and stitchin’, you get yourself a costume?”
And just - - what? Beth blinks, head reeling back as she eyes Rio off. They’d had only the briefest conversations about Halloween – one that mostly revolved around the kids, or Annie (hell, she’d been surprised by the visible pleasure he’d taken in the prospect of Annie taking Marcus as a part of the Boland kid tradition, but then - - Marcus seems a little more enamoured with Annie than she thinks Rio’s realised). Still, she’d figured it wasn’t really his thing, and she’d been glad for it, particularly since Dean had always insisted on the goofiest, most embarrassing ways of celebrating it.
“I don’t really do costumes,” she says slowly, and Rio arches an eyebrow at her, before pointedly looking behind himself at the stacks of fabric offcuts and the make-up and her sewing kit.
“I mean, for me,” she replies. “Honestly, I just always run out of time, and I can’t exactly just run out and buy something. Nothing ever fits.”
He lowers his gaze to her chest then, reaches out, hooks a finger in the top of her blouse in a way that makes her breath catch. He tilts his head from side-to-side, considering.
“Worse things than a shirt that don’t fit.”
And well – that’s enough to make Beth laugh out loud, her hand finding his wrist, pushing it out of her top.
“I’m not talking about sexy, tight things, I mean like - - buttons that won’t do up and like - - too much fabric in places, and not enough in others and - - okay, you are not hearing me at all.”
Because he’s not, if the hot, amused look on his face is anything to go by, and it figures, she thinks. Guys really don’t get the intricacies of how much women’s clothing has never seen a woman’s body. She hits his leg, and he laughs, head back, and her gaze travels his throat, the long line of his neck, and she really must be tired because all she can think about is how much she wants to lick it.
She shakes her head, cringing a little at herself, before she looks away from him, out across the dining room, towards the kitchen, where Jane and Marcus’ colouring in is still sprawled out across the floor.
“Did you want to dress up?” she asks Rio tentatively, because maybe he does, maybe she assumed too much, but then he barks on a laugh, and Beth jerks her head back around to look at him, wrinkled nose and all.
“Fuck no.”
“You just said - -”
“Wanna see you in a costume. Well,” he laughs hoarsely in a way that pools hot and low in her. “Want to get you into one to get you outta one.”
He hums a little, considering, and it really is incredible, she thinks, a little hysterically, how easily he seems to be able to undress her in every sense of the word.
“Nurse Elizabeth,” he drawls. “You could give me a bath.”
And god - - that pulls her out of any reverie. She knows him sick now, knows him fevered, knows exactly the kind of patient he is, and just - -  
“You would hate that,” Beth says, laughing, and he huffs out a breath, but agrees all the same.
“Hmm,” he tries instead. “Maybe a witch then, huh? Or a librarian?”
Beth snorts, looking up at him, and immediately regretting it. There’s a heat in his look that she’s too used to – but - - there’s something else too, something she can’t place, something that runs deeper, and she shifts a little in her seat, electricity bolting from her knee when he knocks it with his calf.
“Mermaid or some shit.”
“You are not creative with costumes,” she says, trying to lower her temperature, and Rio hums in agreement. The next thing she knows, he’s tugging her up by the arm, and Beth lets herself be tugged, lets him move her between his legs, lets him brush her hair back, lets him unbutton her blouse to her belly button, pull it open enough to press a kiss against the top of her chest.
“Panty model,” he decides, and Beth scoffs – a sound which quickly turns into a gasp when Rio bites the curve of her breast. “Centrefold.”
“You’d hate that too,” she breathes, and Rio laughs.
“Mmm, don’t want nobody else lookin’ at you,” he agrees, and Beth shivers when his hands slip around her back, unhooking her bra with a practiced ease. “Then shit, it’s just pretend, ain’t it? We ain’t us.”
“I like being us though,” Beth breathes, and Rio exhales against her breast.
“Me too, ma. Don’t mean I don’t want to see you in some sea shell bra though, huh?”
And that’s enough to make Beth laugh, to rock against him as he unbuttons her shirt the rest of the way, slips it off her shoulders, and pulls off her bra. He makes a sound in his throat which is just - - so pleased, and it makes Beth keen before she even realises she’s doing it, makes her breathless, makes her shift a little closer, and then he’s sucking a hickey into her breast, his hands groping at her ass, pulling her closer - - so close that his half-hard cock digs into her lower belly, and her own nails are scratching through his short hair, her panties soaking, and god, she thinks, this isn’t fair, how quickly they get here, how much this - -
A yelp suddenly pulls her from her thoughts, and Beth’s head jerks around to find Annie standing in the doorway, her eyes wide and her lips broken into a sort of mortified grin. Beth jerks backwards, covering herself, before changing her mind and throwing herself at Rio instead, poking her head up over his shoulder, using him as a human shield.
“Is this a haunted house, because this is certainly straight out of my nightmares,” Annie says, with a half laugh, and Beth scowls at her.
“What are you doing back here?!” she hisses, and Annie rolls her eyes, striding into the living room and plucking an orange pumpkin bucket off the coffee table.
“Relax, sis, I just forgot my candy collector, not to be confused with your vagina, or like - - gangfriend’s mouth right now, apparently.”
“Annie.”
“I’m going, I’m going, jeez, I thought you were supposed to lighten up when you were getting some on the regular.”
“Ain’t you babysittin’?” Rio asks sharply, hand at Beth’s back, pulling her safely into his chest, and Annie huffs out a breath.
“Yes, sir, I have briefly tagged Sadie in, but I’m going straight back. Right now, in fact. So. Anyway, enjoy your - - this.”
Annie steps back, and Beth glances up at her, her blush only deepening when Annie offers her a pointed thumbs up before disappearing back out the front door. Briefly, Beth hears the chatter of her children, of Marcus and Sadie too – buzzing with excitement still for the night and just - -  
“Oh my god,” Beth says with a groan, burying her face back in Rio’s shoulder, feeling him shift beneath her, before suddenly leaning back, heaving her up off her feet, on top of him on the table.
“Don’t stress,” he tells her, settling her weight on top of him, his fingers gliding over her thighs, briefly squeezing her ass, and Beth just laughs emptily, cringing, because god, Annie will never forget this, and there’s no way she won’t immediately tell Ruby - - hell, she’s probably already texted her.
“I - -”
“No,” Rio says beneath her, kissing her. “Nuh-uh.”
He kisses her again, longer this time, harder, and when it breaks, Beth blinks down at him, her cheeks still flushed, his hand warm now on her back.
“I will stress about it after.”
“I know,” Rio tells her, letting her push up off his chest, folding her arms across her own as she straddles him lightly.
“I can never sit with Annie at this table again.”  
“Don’t think about it too much.”
“I  - - ”  
“Elizabeth.”
Beth stops, looks down at him – at the length of him, his handsome face, his tapered torso. Her blush briefly deepens, the heat in her resparking.  
“We got maybe an hour and a half til they get back.”
She blinks, surprised, almost flails an arm out to gesture but then remembers that her arms are the only things covering her (and god – her hands are still so fucking blue). She shakes her head instead.  
“That’s a lot of time.”
Making a noise in the back of his throat like he disagrees, Rio lowers his hands, settling them on her hips. He nudges up against her, his cock shifting against her cunt through both their jeans, and really - - it shouldn’t be legal – how much she wants him.
“You ain’t got no costume,” he drawls after a moment. “But you can try me on if you want.”
And well - - that’s enough to make Beth snort. She looks down at him, wrinkling her nose, and Rio just gives her a shit eating grin in reply.
“That was bad,” she tells him, and he hums in agreement, before surging up and closing the distance between them.
“Yeah, but shit, ma. Works for us.”
And well, she thinks, pressing her lips hard against his.
He’s not wrong.
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ASKS 16
haha remember in July when I said I was gonna answer stuff every month... yeah me neither 🙈🙈 anyways lots of stuff under the cut
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Anonymous said: You should get along with other Simblrs and start a new cc group now that PTS is disbanded, your hairs and clothes are always amazing! :D
Firstly thank you! Most of the clothing in AxA is 99% ayoshi with me going in after and cleaning/adding some stuff. So I give him props for the clothes :P As far as a ‘new PTS’ style group idk, there are a lot of amazing creators on simblr but I think the reason PTS was such a special thing is because the bond they all had. I feel that when working on collabs with some of my really close friends (such as the one coming out this month with @dogsill​ and @ayoshi​) because we have known each other for over 2 years now. A group of friends built only for collabing purposes would be more of a hassle than an enjoyment imo. <3
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Anonymous said: HELLLOOOO! just curious bc why not but what is your favorite creation that you have made??
It varies every month to be honest lmao. If you asked me to pick a favorite hair from each month? Easy, always the last release of the month. But favorite hair ever? Awwww shucks 🤠 lmao I would say my Madison Hair is one of my favorite hair releases, I am planning to revamp it soon to work with my Mia ombre accessories and tidy the mesh up some. 
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Anonymous said: hello, when will this collection be free for public download please? /post/186706149526/patreon-08-19
That came out in August luv, go to my downloads page and click AxA 2019
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Anonymous said: Hi! Idk if you do wcif!!!! But if you do, wcif the freckles on the girl with the short hair on the BOP AHOOB collab?? If you know! Thank you much in advance!!!!!
Hey! You’ll need to send Bowl-Of-Plumbobs a message for that WCIF, that was his Sim otherwise I would link you. Sorry hun
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@lumalinrose-sims​ said: Not a question, but you are like so cool I can't even--
thank you lmao I appreciate it, your profile pic it pretty cool :P
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@ang3lba3 said: sarah is so pretty!!! is there a way to download how she looks in its entirety, or no? (sorry if this is a silly question im pretty new to the sims) 
not silly don’t worry :P the Sarah hair is for download on the post, the sim can be downloaded here but she is a bit outdated as I have changed her somewhat since then. 
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Anonymous said: Hihi just stopping by to tell you how much I love your hairs!!
thank you so much! I appreciate the love<3
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Anonymous said: hi! i just wanted to say that i love your cc so much i and always look forward to your posts! you make the cutest cc ever and honestly you're probably my favorite cc maker. you also seem like such a chill and genuine person we truly stan.
fgvhbjn thank you lmao I am literally TOO CHILL irl lmao I let people run over me so much but it’s whatever. Thank you again for the super sweet message. Have a great day if you’re reading this :)
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Anonymous said: Heeeey we have the same name
Austin club :P great name til you’re trying to sign something and it looks awful (at least for me I can’t do my signature for shit)
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Anonymous said: the collab with bop is so boring and dull it’s drier than a cracker it’s a no from me
well not everything is going to be someones cup of tea lmao I’m sure there is someone that enjoys it which counters you’re negative view <3
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Anonymous said: Hi I love your cc! I have almost all of it in my game and I love your tropical punch palette so much I was wondering if you would ever consider releasing the palette.
If I ever make an ombre accessory tutorial video I will release a set of actions for the palette. If you wanna use the palette feel free to grab the hex codes from S4S.
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Anonymous said: How did you become a ea game changer? Was it through Tumblr or youtube?
About a year ago SimGuruKate was the community manager and had applications for Tumblr Game Changers, I applied and got accepted. Follow SimGuruFrost on Twitter to stay up to date on when new applications are open.
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Anonymous said: Are you going to upload the hair you made on your livestream? I literally love your work and am a Patreon subscriber!!!
Hey! The hair will be in my October voting (I think) and if it wins, release will be November. If it doesn’t win I will put it in November voting and so forth til it wins. Also thank you for watching the stream and supporting me on Patreon 
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Anonymous said: hello!! i just wanted to see if knew is there’s anyway i can save my cc and save files somehow where i can download them again if my computer breaks so i don’t have to download it all again.?
zip your Sims 4 folder and upload it to Google Drive/SimsFileShare/OneDrive. Then when you install Sims 4 again you just replace the folder made in Electronic Arts in your Documents.
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Anonymous said: what face do you make when your in love with a bee?
this is an old anon so I doubt they’re gonna check for this, and I can’t find the joke on Google so.... anybody know it?
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Anonymous said: i love these collab sets they are honestly gifts from above
mhmm gifts from above for every collab except those in October... those are from below  👹 😳
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Anonymous said: the pack is sooooo cute i love everything omg!!!! The male stuff is so adorable i can’t wait to download   
Anonymous said: you guys are the only ones i go to for packs i would love to see build buy items in the future we don’t get a lot mm stuff like that
Anonymous said:i just want to say thank you for putting in so much time and hard work and dedication to creating cc for us. i hope there's never a moment when you feel unappreciated, and i want you to know we all love you!
@primadonnaliferiseandfall​ said: all hail you and ayoshi for the cc pack its so pretty omg!!!!
Anonymous said: omg the kings have delivered!!
Anonymous said: since we got axa 2019 and 2018 will there be an axa 2020? 👀
Anonymous said: Great job on the pack! Everyone's items look gorgeous! Thank you for making this, you talented human being.
Anonymous said: ilysm! that’s all 💓💫
Anonymous said: just wanted to let you know that your content is absolutely amazing and i love it all :) sending love from the uk👍
Anonymous said: would you and ayoshi consider sharing the psds for some of the stuff in your collab? please?
thank you guys so much! Me and Ayoshi were super super happy with the AxA 2019 release and we are so happy with how many people have liked it. AxA 2020 will be a thing, yes. Also I have been working on PSDs that are super easy to navigate. I will get those up soon hopefully.
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@graphicpickles​ said: Hey um, I dont know if you were aware of this but your discord link is broken ^^"
hey! this is super late sorry, discord link should be working now. If not: https://discord.gg/CtQR9tb
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Anonymous said: Why would you include a cc hair in a preview for a cas review
because I liked the hair and wanted to use it 😗
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@goddesssimmerina​ said: I just stopped by to tell you how much I LOVE your content. *_* I just went through and downloaded soooo much! xD I actually just switched to using MM hair and i'm so glad I did because I'm finding so many of you amazing creators and I thank you all sm! :*
awe thank you!! I appreciate it. Welcome to MM hair world :P
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@moonbrightsims said: whats ur origin id?
AHarris00Britney
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Anonymous said: how are your photos/screenshots so high quality? seriously, do you use a mod for it or idk editing? or maybe your settings?
Ultra Settings, and I use SRWE for HQ pics. 
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Anonymous said: if you don’t answer this ask you’re straight
It has been answered. I am no longer straight. Was a hard two months not answering this 😔😔😔
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Anonymous said: Hi, would you mind teaching us how you make the LoDs of your hairs? I opened one of them in S4S and found out your LoDs are great looking. I use decimate tool in blender and they look really bad.
I edge split everything before I decimate in Blender, I also delete the hairline and extrude the mesh inside the head before decimating as well. Really confusing to explain in words sorry. Might make a tutorial.
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Anonymous said: omg ur cc finds blog has apink namjoo as icon and header. i'm.. sCREAMING. austin knows royalty
yes ma’am now where is the comeback
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- it was at this point I realized I have caught up with my last asks post and have answered 4 things over again from Asks 15. Well... I guess that’s it folks
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see yall in asks 17 in 2 months.... maybe the end of October idk
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Masterpiece (Artist!Laurens x Artist!Reader)
Request from the sweet Anon: Could you possibly do a John Lauren's Imagine? Where the reader has to get a drawing project done that night and they're super stressed but Lauren's is there to help, if not that's ok! ^^"
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“No… No… No! Dammit!!”
John looked up from cooking lunch for him and his girlfriend to the sound of crashing coming from down the hall of their apartment. He turned off the heat on the stove and made his way to their little studio.
Both John and (Name) were artists, having met each other at a gallery two years ago, it was love at first sight.
But they didn’t fall in love when they saw each other in person, it wasn’t that simple for the two of them.
They fell in love with each other’s work.
John had a knack for photorealism, his paintings always looked like they could just pop off the canvas and walk around. (Name), on the other hand, was very talented in the art of impressionism. Her brush strokes were so delicate, in every single painting she made. The two spotting the other’s painting and scoured the gallery in order to give their complements to the artist.
Upon finding each other, they talked until the gallery was closing.
After two years, the couple had been working together, living together, and sharing studio space with each other. Neither could be happier… Except when (Name) ran into one of her many ruts.
Every artist falls into a sort of state where they can’t do what they love without hating it. There was a point where John couldn’t paint a single piece without getting angry and throwing the canvas at the wall. That led to many nights on the couch with (Name), watching movies after having patched up the hole he put into the wall.
(Name), however, had episodes of artist's block very often. She wouldn’t even be able to bring herself to look at her works in progress because she didn’t think they could be finished. She didn’t think that her art was good enough to be exhibited in any gallery or museum. John, on the other hand, was always there to convince her otherwise. (Name)’s paintings, as John thought, belonged in galleries in France, sharing space with paintings like the Mona Lisa, or Luncheon of the Boating Party. He was always there to help her pick her brush back up and continue a piece.
As he popped his head into the doorway of the studio, he spotting his girlfriend sitting on the hardwood floor, her knees pulled to her chest and her chin resting on top of them. Her easel was tipped over, and the canvas that had been set up on it was face down on the ground. Her brush and paints were on the floor not too far from where the easel would have been if it stood upright.
The freckled young man stepped into the room, glancing around at the havoc that was their studio. On either side wall were paintings hung, some framed from the galleries that they were exhibited in. In the far corner was a table and cabinet where they kept their supplies; brushes, paints, palettes, whatever. In the other corner were stacks of blank canvases, the couple always kept blank canvases in the studio in case there was a burst of inspiration. The far wall was nothing but a large window that looked out on the bustling streets of New York. (Name) had made a few paintings using their view of the city, but the window was a better source of natural light than anything.
John walked over to (Name), sitting down in front of her. “What’s wrong, (Name)? I thought you were making good progress on this one…”
The young woman sighed, averting her gaze from John’s. “I can’t… I don’t like how it looks.” She answered quietly.
Giving his girlfriend a sympathetic smile, John tipped his head to the side, his brown curls moving as he did so. “Come on, I’m sure it looks beautiful.”
She scoffed. “You would say that.”
He shook his head, moving a hand to cup her cheeks. “I’m saying that because it’s true.” He told her gently. “How many times have I told you that I love one of your pieces, and that piece just so happens got a spot in a gallery?”
(Name)’s eyes rolled at the question. “A few…”
“So what’s wrong with this one?”
She sighed, moving from her spot to her toppled canvas. (Name) turned it over, looking back at John to motion him to come over.
Upon moving to stand over his girlfriend, John immediately recognized the picture she was painting. It was a portrait of a beach at Montauk It was a view of the stony beach with grass, water, and the lighthouse. John and (Name) went with a couple of their friends last summer, Alexander and his wife Eliza, Lafayette, Hercules, and Eliza’s younger sister Peggy. Angelica was sad that she missed it, but she was studying abroad at London at the time. Eliza and Peggy’s family owned a cabin at Montauk, so the group of friends took a weekend out there to just get away from the city.
“Why don’t you like this? I think it looks amazing.” John spoke, his hand moving to touch the edge of the canvas.
“I… I feel like it’s missing something, John.” She answered. “I mean, sure it has the beach, the grass, and the lighthouse… But it’s still missing something!”
John gave his girlfriend a sympathetic smile, moving to wrap an arm around her shoulders. “Do you want to take a break?” He asked. “You can get away from it for a little bit while we eat lunch… We could watch a movie while we eat.”
She looked from her canvas to him, still looking unconvinced.
“If you say no I am going to pick you up and take you to the couch myself.” He warned. “I worked hard on lunch.”
A faint smile worked its way onto (Name)’s lips. John wasn’t the best cook, he wasn’t the worst, not at all… He just could use a little work. “Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise.”
John and (Name) had settled on the couch, sitting close to each other while eating the meal that John had made. Sauteed chicken and vegetables. He didn’t cut the vegetables small enough, really, but everything was cooked thoroughly. They had decided on a movie.
La La Land.
“Okay, I get that it’s a really sweet story, but the ending just ruins it all for me.” John sighed, leaning his head against his girlfriend’s shoulder. “Just, that whole dream sequence of Sebastian and Mia being together. It made me hope so much!”
(Name) let out a laugh. “Yeah… It is sad, when you think about it.” She agreed. “Seeing what could have been with someone that you left behind after you reach your dreams.”
John sighed, setting his empty plate down on the table in front of the two and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend. “Makes me glad that I’ve achieved my dreams, with the one I want to be with.”
The woman’s cheeks flushed red before laughing bashfully, leaning her head against John’s. “God, you are such a sap.”
“I’m your sap.” He responded, turning and pressing a quick kiss against (Name)’s lips.
She smiled into the kiss, pulling away for a moment and letting out a contented sigh. “How is it that you always know how to make me feel better when I’m going through an art block?”
“Because you’re able to help me when I’m having trouble… Since you’re able to help me, I ought to be able to help you.” He answered, moving a hand to gently cup his girlfriend’s soft cheek. “After all, not only am I returning the favor… I get to spend more time with you.”
(Name) leaned into her boyfriend’s touch, enjoying the feeling of the warmth of his calloused hand against her skin. To think he could have followed in his father’s footsteps and become a lawyer. Not only would John probably have been such a different person. The two would never have even met.
“John?” She asked softly.
“Hm?”
“Do you really think I have what it takes to be an artist?” She inquired her soft (e/c) eyes meeting his deep amber orbs.
He quirked a brow at her question. “Of course I do, (Name). You know I do.” He told her, bringing his other hand to cup her other cheek so that he was holding her face. “I have always thought you were an amazing artist, and no matter what happens, I’m always gonna be here for you… Even if that means cheering you up when you have a case of art block.”
The woman felt a smile creep onto her lips as she leaned forward to press a kiss to her boyfriend’s lips. “You’re wonderful.” She murmured softly
“Thanks for noticing.” He answered with a small grin
Once again, (Name) sat in front of her painting in order to try and give it the finishing touches that it needed… Only she couldn’t.
And what made it worse, John was out so he wasn’t there to help.
A frustrated sigh left (Name) as she fisted her hair in order to try and think of what else her painting needed. Sure, it looked pretty, she followed the scenery of the New York beach right to the picture, but it just seemed empty. As if it were missing something.
After a few more minutes of giving her painting a mean stare, (Name) moved away from it in order to try and clear her head. As she got further away from her easel, she moved closer to the paintings that hung on the wall of the studio.
She couldn’t help but smile at John’s old pieces, and sometimes even her own. There was always a nice sense of nostalgia whenever (Name) looked up at the hanging pieces, each of them holding a memory from the past.
Soon, (Name)’s eyes settled on a painting that John had painted specifically for her. It was a dark scene of a figure walking down a rainy sidewalk, holding an umbrella over their head. He had painted it when (Name)’s beloved grandfather had passed almost two years prior. The girl was inconsolable, but John still remained by her side to be her shoulder to cry on.
John had a habit of painting her pieces whenever a certain event had been occurring in either of their lives. She found one of a woman standing at an open window that overlooked the New York City skyline. He made that for (Name) when she and her friend had gotten into a fight. There was another one of a beach where a sea turtle was emerging from the water. He painted that one after (Name)’s first beach portrait had won an exhibition spot.
So many fond memories were painted into each piece, and (Name) couldn’t help but smile at the thought of John and how wonderful he could be.
She turned back to her painting, biting her lip as she walked towards the canvas and picked up her brush once more.
She was going to finish this painting.
She was going to turn it in to the gallery to be presented.
She was going to make sure that John saw it, and loved it.
The two artists walked hand in hand through the museum, looking around at the vast gallery of paintings.
“There are some interesting concepts here, babe.” John spoke, looking down at (Name) as she was glancing at a portrait.
She nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it’s always nice to see new talent popping up.”
John smiled down at her. “So, you got your painting handed in, right?”
The woman grinned. “Yep, last minute, but it’s hanging up somewhere.”
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” John questioned, his own grin coming to his face. “We gotta find it!”
(Name) let out a laugh as John pulled her through the hall, easily evading other people as they searched the walls for the painting that (Name) had antagonized over.
Finally, after what seemed like a solid twenty minutes, John stopped at an alcove and stared at the painting that hung on the white wall.
It was (Name)’s painting, of course. The lighthouse and rocky shore were definitely hers… But there was some extra detail to the piece that he hadn’t seen before.
Walking along the shore was a couple, a man and a woman, holding each other’s hand as they both walked along the shore. The freckled artist of course noticed the physic of the couple, making note of the man’s long mess of curls and the familiar frame of his beloved (Name). John looked down at (Name), who was waiting anxiously to hear his opinion.
“Well?” She asked softly, biting her lip. “What do you think?”
He looked back at the painting, giving her hand a squeeze before looking back down at her. “A masterpiece.” He answered simply with a wide smile.
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moonraccoon-exe · 7 years
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Plz.? could you write about Papa Ardyn kissing his baby daughter and giving her cuddles along with reading her stories..(*^▽^*)
Aah, you’re all in for the fluff, I see! Alright! And apology for takingso long with this, anon, you that like of this stuff so much. Hope the waitwill be worth it.
I’m guessing you’re requesting more of the headcanon-lists that I’musually asked for/doing instead of a story? So I’ll just stick with that, hopeit’s as you expect :3
(I’ll be adding a Keep Reading at some point; beware mobile users)
This one goes for you for your patience and the kind way you requestthings♡ ~(‘▽^人) 
Papa Ardyn and his baby girl are back! And they have kisses, cuddles andstories:
Ardyn enjoys kissing his daughter’s face alot. 
Ever since she was a tiny baby. 
It was very usual in him to be carrying her aroundputting her to sleep while kissing her forehead over and over. 
You know how some parents sing to their baby tosleep?
Ardyn just hums, but he interrupts himself so oftento plant a kiss to her head it doesn’t sound like a song at all.
The quantity of kisses from him to her, it’s amazing really.
Even as she grows up he doesn’t stop giving herkisses all the time.
Well, maybe not all the time, but sure a lot morethan a relative average. 
Ardyn’s pretty damn proud of and loves his daughterso much he cannot not resist kissing her face at times.
His favorite kind of kisses to give are the ones onthe cheek. 
Sometimes he likes to blow on them as surprise tomake little girl laugh.
There’s no way Ardyn goes a day without saying GoodMorning and Good Night with a kiss. 
Sometimes it’s the only way he finds to make herlaugh or convince her of things.
Little girl’s in tantrum and doesn’t want to wearthe preschool uniform.
Papa Ardyn knows the answer;
After trying to speak with her and end up deniedover and over, he’s going to either go down on his ankles in front of her or pickher up, and start kissing her cheek over and over.
Little girl ends up laughing against her own willbecause it’s just so cute and funny. 
There. She’s convinced now.
Ah, the cheek kisses. There’s so many of them per day.
Sometimes Ardyn likes to rub his chin against hercheek after the kiss, because his beard itches on her and it tickles.
Don’t worry, he makes sure he doesn’t rub hardenough to cause any harm, only enough to make it tickle.
Sometimes it’s not after but rather before thekiss, so that he has an excuse to kiss it.
It’s to “heal it”, but really she’s not hurtor anything.
Ardyn hadn’t dared to cuddle heruntil she grew up enough for him not to be as scared.
He’s pretty darn huge so her babylooked tiny in comparison and he didn’t want her to asphixiate if he hugged her.
His words, not mine. 
But as she grows, Ardyn likes to lieher in his bed and he lies at her side, because the baby’s looking for him allthe time, and she makes herself comfortable.
Ardyn won’t move so that she chooseshow to cuddle, so that he’s completely sure he won’t asphixiate her. 
Little girl crawls or drags herselfon the bed and finds the space between his arm and his torso, and snuggles inthere with a tiny baby sigh of sleep.
Ardyn sometimes likes to just watchher and give her tiny kisses if he reaches without moving too much.
She’s so adorable, curled up right athis side, a tiny fist gripping at his clothes.
Sometimes, however, he also likes tofall asleep with her as well.
 He doesn’t move much in his sleep sohe’s not scared of that. They always wake up as they fell asleep.
Once she’s more grown and more of asmall kid rather than a baby, little girl and Ardyn like to play lots (as we’veseen before), and their games usually end up in both cuddles and kisses.
If it’s a chasing game like tag ormonster, the two will play for a while and go on and on, and it always ends inArdyn catching her with both hands and either throwing both of them down (beingcareful, of course) or picking her up to start kissing her face.
He says he’s “eating her” andshe always laughs so hard because the monster caught her.
And after the kisses, he pulls herclose and cuddles her, gesture that’s always returned.
These two are like a pair of kittens,really; always cuddling and rubbing the cheek against the other’s hair.
Most of the times it’s him that doesthat, rubbing his cheek and chin against her hair lovingly.
She grew up with that gesturehappening so often she’s naturally mimicking, so if whatever situation ends upwith her hugged to his head, she’ll rub her face against his hair like he doesto her.
Going back to the kisses;
Ardyn’s kissing his daughter’s handsif she gets injured in some way.
Little girl was playing in the bushesof the garden, and got a torn in her finger.
Ardyn’s removing it, smiling at her andkissing her finger to “heal it”.
Little girl was playing with otherkids in the park and she accidentally hit her head at the playground.
“Ooh, you poor child, come here (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ “
“It hurts papa  o(〒﹏〒)o“
 “Oh, I know, I know. There, there.”
He’s reaching down to hug her whilerubbing the spot she hit herself.
Some seconds later he’s breakingapart to kiss the bruise.
 “There. Magic kiss that heals all.You’re okay now :)”
Little girl’s smiling and nodding athim.
 “Thank you papa…   (o´▽`o)“
I should explain, Ardyn has explainedto her that his kisses are magic.
So every time he kisses any bruise orspot that hurts, it’s immediately healing and getting better very fast.
…well, so he said and little girlso believes.
Little girl has this little game inwhich she rewards Papa with a kiss for stuff.
Ardyn doesn’t know how or why shestarted, or why she thinks that he’s doing stuff for the reward, but he won’tcomplain either.
She looks content with the idea ofthinking Ardyn expects a prize, when reality only is she likes to give him thesmooches.
“Papa can you give me the cookie jar?If you do I’ll give you a schmoo, papa!  ( ^꒳^) “
She calls them schmoo, leave heralone.
“Papa, can you please dance with me?Papa if you do, I’m going to give you a schmoo  (o^▽^o)”
“Papa, I don’t want to eat this. CanI skip this? Papa if you let me, I can give you a schmoo! Please papa? ╰(*´︶`*)╯”
“Papa, can you give me that plushie?It’s too high. Please, and I give you a schmoo :3″
“Sure thing, baby girl.”
Ardyn reaches for the plush toy andgoes down on his ankles to hand it to her.
“Thank you, papa! Now head head!”
 ‘Head head’ means ‘Now pleasebow your head so I can kiss its top’.
Ardyn always obeys and soon littlegirl is giving him his head schmoo.
“Thank you, baby girl!”
“You’re welcome, papa! (o´∀`o) “
Ardyn would really do any of thestuff he’s asked for free, he has no idea where baby girl thought he’d only dostuff if he was offered a kiss in return, but he’s not complainig
 It’s bedtime!
Even though Ardyn enjoys a lot of telling tales and somewhat reenacting them, reading works much better to put little girl to sleep.
When he tells stories by heart while half-acting them, little girl is a giggling and laughing mess that’s sometimes bouncing on the bed, or even reaches to act with him and it turns into games, so really that doesn’t precisely work when the point is to put her to sleep, hahaha.
They enjoy putting some music-box tunes when it’s reading time.
Well, Ardyn puts music box tunes just to put her to sleep, but it’s also in the background as they read stories.
Ardyn bought an entire shelf from the kids books from a bookstore. There’s endless fun, and sometimes little girl asks to be read the same one multiple times, so yes, endless fun.
When she was smoler, Ardyn was fine sitting at a side of the bed/crib while she paid attention.
Ardyn tries his best on softening his voice.
It already turns softer than he tends to speak without him noticing when he’s with her, but he puts more emphasis on it when it’s reading time.
He tries to read slow enough to put emphasis to everything but without sounding like he’s talking with an idiot.
He just wants her to picture all the pretty pictures in her head. ☆*:.。.o(≧▽≦)o.。.:*☆
As she grows, however, and as the bed turns bigger too, Ardyn starts climbing on the bed to read with her as a tactic to teach her to read/develop her reading skills.
It turns into a daily ritual:
Both choose a book from their shelf, each discussing why or why not among bounces and laughs, and soon they go to her room. Ardyn sits down on her bed, the back against the headboard, and she climbs into his lap, to press her back to him, and he opens the book in front of her so both can see.
The books are usually big and the entire page is covered in drawings (there’s text as well, worry not).
Her favorite books are the ones with color palettes that highlight red tones mostly.
Her favorite books are one that speaks of a fire and one that speaks about lava monsters in their volcano life.
That one book that speaks of a fire tended to always upset her because she was super excited and is super in love with the pictures of the fire, but the ending is about how the little animals of the forest turn it off and live happily in the nature, and she hates that fire dies.
“Fire so pretty, papa, why would they do that? :’(”
So, she and Ardyn ripped off those pages and put in their own ending.
They colored and wrote themselves.
It’s about how the little animals of the forest learned to live among the fire and turned into lava monsters and everyone was happy, the end.
Ardyn likes to read aloud for her as they are, with her sat in his lap and super attentive to all the details of the drawings.
As she grows and develops her reading skills, they start another ritual.
Ardyn reads a page, then she reads the next one,and so on and on.
If she gets stuck with a word, he’ll guide until she pronounces it herself.
Sometimes, to encourage her, Ardyn will lean down and kiss her head over and over and over until she gets it right.
They cheer when she does!
And, of course, she gets a cheek kiss for the job well done.
“You’re so smart, baby girl!”
“Thank you, papa…   (o´▽`o)♡“
As the story progresses, little girl, of course, starts yawning and falling asleep.
She usually has a blast of a day playing with papa,so of course she’s always exhausted by now.
Ardyn usually ends up reading the last pages alone, because baby girl is drifting into sleep and can’t continue reading or looking at the drawings.
Still, Ardyn enjoys finishing to the very last page because he feels she likes that, even if she’s already asleep and doesn’t notice.
Little girl falls asleep snuggled against papa’s chest, hugged to her chocobo plushie.❤
Ardyn always likes to keep her there some moments, smiling sweetly, and then reach down to kiss her head.
He snuggles her back for a while, before gently removing her to get up and tuck her in bed.
He’s so careful, she never wakes up among all the movements. 
Once she’s tucked in, Ardyn always caresses her hair and gives her a little kiss on the cheek before leaving.
A few times, however, Ardyn decides to stay with her for the night, so both cuddle up, her protected snuggled against his chest.
Aaah…such a happy family ( ´ ▽ ` ).。o♡
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agent-85 · 7 years
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Are you still doing the prompt thing? If so, fs + 82, please? :)
Hey there, anon! “I was in the neighborhood,” coming right up! 
Academy AU. Based on true events.
“FITZ!”
Jemma jumps up from the table and comes at him so fast that Fitz freezes, even as she flings her arms around him. He’s afraid that the ice cream parlor door will swing closed and bang right into him, but it’s a near miss.
“Fitz, imagine meeting you here!”
Fitz shrugs. “I was … in the neighborhood?”
Jemma only grins at him. “I was just about to tell Stewart all about the project we’re working on! Come and sit with us!”
Fitz’s eyes dart from Jemma to the man who must be Stewart. The two exchange an awkward wave as Jemma all but pulls him into an empty seat.
“This is my best friend, Fitz,” she says, “and I haven’t seen him in ages. How are you doing these days, Fitz?”
He pauses, about to tell her that he saw her this morning and he’s not sure which project she’s referring to, or how they could be working on one if they haven’t seen each other, but Stewart cuts him off.
“You know, I bet Fitz came here to get some ice cream,” Stewart says. “And as it happens, I’m something of a culinary expert.” Stewart throws him a smug, flashy smile, and Fitz tries his best to not raise an eyebrow at him.
“Oh you are? That’s … interesting.”
“Stewart has been telling me all about his vast knowledge of food,” Jemma deadpans. “The onion soup at The Outback, for example.”
Stewart winks at him. “Impeccable.”
“And,” continues Jemma, “he has a very discerning palette. He tried every single ice cream flavor, then several combinations of flavors, before making his choice.”
Fitz looks over at the barrels of ice cream, knowing that there’s well over thirty-one flavors there. When he turns back to Jemma, he sees that her bowl of ice cream has already melted. It’s not until he sees the desperation in Jemma’s eyes that it all clicks:
Jemma and Stewart are on a date. And it is going badly.
“Here,” says Stewart, getting up, “let me show you.” Before Fitz or Jemma can stop him (Jemma actually makes an attempt at grabbing Stewart’s arm), he’s gone. 
“I thought you had dinner plans,” Fitz whispers, watching an oblivious Stewart receive death glares from every employee behind the counter.
Jemma clenches both fists. “So did I!”
“So, what,” asks Fitz, “he said he’d take you out to dinner and didn’t feed you?”
“And then he spent the entire night talking about food,” she confirms.
Fitz facepalms, “Goodness gracious.” 
Jemma’s not only on a bad date with a socially-inept narcissist—she’s starving.
“Here you go,” says Stewart, “it’s pistachio and—get this—bubble gum.”
Fitz takes the proffered spoonful of ice cream and doesn’t dare to look at Jemma before putting it in his mouth.
“Amazing isn’t it?” asks Stewart. Fitz swallows.
“It’s definitely something.”
“Come on,” says Stewart, “let me treat you to something. I still have a little bit left on my gift card.”
It’s then that Fitz can’t stop himself from looking over at Jemma, who casually motions towards the tip jar, which stands empty. He shudders.
“Actually,” Fitz says, “actually, I, um I came here to get Jemma. Her lab cultures are …” “He grapples for a word, but three semesters of biology fail him. “Sick.”
“What?”
Jemma stands up so quickly that she tips over her chair, then sets it right, then straightens and grabs her purse. “I’m sorry, Stewart, but those cultures are worth half my grade. If there’s anything wrong with them, I’m done for!” She reaches her hand out, and Stewart shakes it reluctantly. “Have a lovely evening.”
Fitz has just enough time to retrieve a handful of bills from his wallet and toss them in the tip jar on their way out.
“Ugh, Fitz!” She puts her head in her hands and groans. “That is the last time I let any anyone set me up on a date. Maybe it’s the last time I’ll go on a date at all.” 
When he opens the car door for her, she sits down about as crossly as anyone is capable of sitting, and he smiles to himself as he shuts the door and walks around the car.
“Fitz,” she says when takes his seat, “do you know precisely how many words came out of my mouth before your miraculous arrival?”
Fitz furrows his brow and sneaks a glance at her as he puts the car in gear. “How many?”
“One,” she says. “‘Hello.’”
“No,” he says, gaping. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” She folds her arms, still stewing. “Not that I didn’t have anything to say, of course.”
“Of course.”
“But he insisted on telling me the most boring stories without letting me get a word in edgewise! I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t shown up. I thought he’d be interesting to talk to, seeing as he picks up dead bodies and brings them to the Academy morgue.”
Fitz grimaces. “He … what?”
“I thought he’d have fascinating stories about dead powered people,” she says with a shrug. “And he had plenty of stories, alright—all simultaneously boring and inappropriate. I’m not exactly sure how he did it. Ugh,” she says again. “I swear, the only good man left in this world is you, and you’re not interested.”
Fitz almost stops the car, feeling that the air has been sucked out of the room. “What?”
“What?” Jemma asks in return, bewildered, until she sees his expression and all the color drains from her face. “I didn’t—I just meant hypothetically that—I mean, it’s not like I’ve met every man in the world, so that was an obvious generalization.” 
The car comes to a red light and he stops, clutching tighter at the steering wheel as his hands become slick with sweat.
“Did you—are you interested?”
Jemma becomes suddenly enthralled with the hands clasped together in her lap, and he has his answer in her blushing cheeks. He stares at her so long that he doesn’t notice the light has turned green until the person behind him honks.
“I, um.” He clears his throat, grateful he has an excuse to watch the road. “I mean, if I did ask you on a date,” he says, “you’d go with me?”
She looks over at him briefly, then picks at the lint on her dress. “If you asked,” she says.
“Well, I … what if we go right now?”
That gets her to look at him again with wide eyes. “Excuse me?”
“I mean, look, you’re already starving; we might as well get something to eat.” He swallows, keeping his eyes straight ahead. “You can get as much food as you like, because you know I won’t judge you, even if you order half the menu.”
“Go on,” she says.
“And, um, and you can talk my ear off about cellular biology, and I’ll thank you for it, since I need to study anyway. And if it ends up not working out, we pretend nothing happened and go right back to being friends.”
“Fitz,” she says, and he’s sure that he wants the street to open up and swallow him whole, “I thought you’d never ask.”
He’s never been more relieved in his life. “Really?”
“Really,” she confirms. “I only have one condition.”
He looks over at her, and this time, he knows exactly what she’s thinking.
“The Outback,” they say in unison.
———————
“Fitz,” she says as they leave the restaurant, “why haven’t we done this already?”
To be honest, he’d been asking himself the same question. This dinner has been just as wonderful as all the dinners they’ve shared, except there was a twinkle in her eyes as she talked and a playfulness in her words.
Except, he notes with pride, this time they left the restaurant arm in arm, with her head on his shoulder.
“Oh look, Fitz, the stars!”
He stops at her command and follows her gaze, agreeing that they are indeed magnificent. But as he turns back to ask her a question and finds himself a breath away from her, all thoughts leave him. He bends down to her as her lips meet him halfway, and surely, this is the most magnificent thing in the universe.
When he pulls back to look at her, she smiles.
“And to think,” she says, “a few hours ago, I was having the worst date of my life.”
He smiles back at her, suddenly bold. “How is this one going?”
She answers by grabbing him by the collar and kissing him again.
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dontshootmespence · 7 years
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A Rush of Inspiration
A/N: An anon request that I decided to do tonight because I think we all need to read (me, write) something fluffy and cute before the “Spencer” episode. The request was for one where the reader is an artist and Spencer loves to watch her paint. @coveofmemories
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“Everything’s ready,” you said, ensuring you had all the material you needed for your painting session. Spencer had just taken you out for lunch and a walk in the park. The dancing leaves of varying colors fluttered all around you as you floated near the lake, suddenly feeling a rush of inspiration. As you left the park hand-in-hand, you’d mentioned that sometime soon you wanted to go out and grab some craft supplies. You hadn’t painted in a while, but the beauty surrounding you had been inspiring, but you needed everything - new paints, brushes, a canvas and some tarp. The easel was still sitting in your apartment, so that you don’t need. Spencer insisted you not wait and take advantage of the inspiration while you had it, so as soon as you left the park, you went to pick up what you needed.
After fumbling up the stairs with a large canvas, paints, tarp and brushes, you started setting up in the corner of the room. There were no other plans for either of you today, so while you set up, Spencer flopped down on the couch. “You’re gorgeous when you’re full of inspiration,” he said as you ran to the opposite side of the room to grab the easel.
As you spun around the room, easel in hand, you laughed. “What, I’m not always gorgeous?”
“Of course you are.” When you motioned for them, he threw the bag of paints and brushes your way, catching it with her free hand - the other occupied by the canvas. “But there is something otherworldly about you when you’re struck with inspiration.”
Once everything was set up, you ran to your bedroom to put on the rattiest clothes you had. You returned in an already paint-stained pair of yoga pants, crappy mismatched socks and an old band t-shirt that had holes in it. It was the perfect outfit for paint. The palette you’d used the last time you painted was still in with the supplies you could still use, so you pulled it out and dabbed a bit of each color you needed. There were a lot of them, but you knew they wouldn’t go to waste. Cobra water mixable oil colors; they were your favorite. No need for turpentine, plus the texture and color didn’t change after the paint dried. 
Varying shades of reds, oranges, a ton of yellows and a little bit of brown, black and white decorated the palette before you, and as you looked ahead - the blank canvas called to you. It was actually a little intimidating considering you hadn’t painted in so long. “Just breathe,” Spencer said from the couch. “Close your eyes and imagine what you want to paint. If you just stare at a blank canvas, you’ll panic.” He really did know you too well. After so many years together, he knew your every look and fear - and how to combat them. 
With a deep breath, you closed your eyes, imaging what you wanted to paint. Behind your eyes, you saw the trees change color, largely yellow with some orange and red radiating out toward the corners. The trees lined a path and there were subtle tufts of grass that made their way through the leaves. A full picture now in your mind, your eyes fluttered open and you started at the top right corner with an array of reds. “God, I forgot how good this felt,” you said, making light strokes with a small brush.
“And I forgot how much I loved watching you paint,” Spencer said in the background. He knew how you got when you painted, off in another world with his voice as the only music in your ears. For hours upon hours, you went into a trance, the picture coming to life before you. Although it was a picture of trees on a path, the colors swirled together like a sea full of crashing waves.
With just one corner left, the corner comprised of mainly tree trunks, you started to grow tired, yawning as you realized how hungry you were. “You really should eat something,” Spencer said from behind you. In your painting stupor, you hadn’t realized how much time had passed and how little you’d eaten all day. The sun was down and you hadn’t eaten in nearly ten hours. Damn. You’d been painting for nearly ten hours.
“Dinner?” he asked, motioning back toward the table. 
“Was I really out that long?” you laughed. Sure, you went into a trance when you painted, but damn, that had been a long one. All worth it though, you thought, when you looked at the painting. You hadn’t even noticed that Spencer had cooked for you.
“What else have you been doing all day?” you asked, wiping the sweat off your brow as you sat down at the table. He’d made pasta and meatballs with ricotta and mozzarella. He even put out wine. Your favorite kind of red.
“Between making dinner and watching you lose yourself in painting, not much,” he laughed, coming over to your end of the table to plant a kiss on your paint-stained face. “But it was worth it. You’re painting looks amazing and you there is a light in your eyes that I haven’t seen since you lasted painted.”
“Thanks, babe,” you said, looking back toward the mess of paint, brushes, water and tarp. “It feels really nice to be painting again.”
“It’s nice to see your work again,” he smiled. “Just make sure you keep the fire going.”
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thespace-dragon · 7 years
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I wanted to tell you your blog is amazing and I hope you're happy, i also wanted to ask for your opinion on something. This evening I posted this photo of a drawing of allura I did. without think much about it, I posted it on snapchat with something like I "bet some you thought I was gonna draw her white, you were wrong." So this white guy texts me about the post and says to stop assuming everyone is racist. And I didn't realize I offended people. I apologized, but I don't know if I should have
alshdgbasg, thank you, im doing ok ^^
and as for your post, maybe a little? assuming anything can make you seem that you are looking down on people. the saying goes: “assuming anything will make an ass out of you and me” and ive never been in a situation where that doesnt hold true.
the proper thing is to apologize, especially if it seemed that you were offensive in any way, admitting that you could be wrong about something shows that you are open to realizing that you have faults and are willing to grow. Granted not everyone is rac/st, but they can be without realizing. And whitewashing has been a problem in this fandom, ive seen many artists attacked for it. I’m not an artist tho, i simply write fics. So i dont know how palettes work, like lighting can change things, make people appear a different color than they actually are. At some point we are just going to have to realize that. Some artist dont whitewash, and some whitewash unintentionally. I dont think its a matter of it being intentional just to spite the fandom.
at the end of it, i think you did the right thing. I dont advocate starting discourse over something that could be resolved with an apology and moving on from there. The important thing is that you learned from that experience, realize where you were wrong or right, it could be either or, but the point is that you learned and grew from the situation. Allura is coded as a dark-skinned character and should be drawn as such. Whether you know which shades to choose on your own, or you color pick from screencaps, Allura’s color should be preserved. 
that being said, i am not an authority on this. Im a white college student. i try to be conscious of all the problems going on around me, but at the end of the day, i will never have experienced it for myself. Ive had many long conversations with my friends who are people of color, and while i may seem ignorant going into the conversation, im willing to try and understand their point of view.
so anon, i hoped this help. im sorry if my answer seems a little convoluted, but this has been my experience as a spectator to all of this. all i can tell you is that statements like that are essentially invitations to receiving some rude comments, but that has been what ive seen, it could be totally different for you. i operate on a basis of respect, and that is honestly what this fandom needs to learn.
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