#been a long while since I've drawn her in this outfit

[zerozeroren]

✨Shiny✨

#my art stuff #attitudes #sophie brannt #sophie #glamrock sophie #been a long while since I've drawn her in this outfit

[aphroditestempleimagines]

Stay

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader x Suguru Getou

Words: 3527

Warnings: lots of angsty content, bit of rubbing/grinding, just some kissing, language

Summary: Your engagement to the heir to the Gojo clan has been arranged since you were young. Yet you can't help but realize that Satoru himself does not seem to care, neither about duty nor about you. In your sorrow, you slept with his old, now criminal, friend Suguru Getou. That finally got Gojo to admit his love for you. But now that Getou had a taste of happiness he simply cannot let go.

Colour: Angsty with a lot of fluff

His love series - part 3

Author's note: he-hey, part 3! I don't know who reads my stupid shit but thank you, love you! Also i TRIED with this, let me know what you think.

"Getou-san", Mimiko said as she brushed Suguru's hair, "Who are these people?"

She was pointing at the polaroid Suguru held in his hand. It was from his last summer in jujutsu high school. He brushed his thumb over the fake smile he wore in the photo, "They're my friends", he said, "The only ones I ever had".

"But that is Satoru Gojo, isn't it?", Nanako interrupted, "Isn't he our enemy?"

Suguru shook his head. "We just had a fight, long ago", he said, "A fight so big that we haven't spoken ever since. But I still wish only for his happiness"

"And who is the girl?", Mimiko said again, "She's so pretty!"

Getou could not restrain his smile. "Yes", his eyes filled with love, "Yes she is". He brought the photograph closer closer. "Her name is y/n", he continued, "And she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen"

"She's not that pretty", Nanako pouted. Getou ruffled her hair as he laughed.

He continued staring at the photograph as if his gaze could somehow bring back the moment that was imprinted on the small piece of paper. After a while, Mimiko handed over a mirror to him. He smiled at the little braids she had woven with his black hair, and the little pink bow which adorned his top knot.

"My, you've done a wonderful job", he said, a comment which Mimiko was more than happy to hear.

As the day progressed and night approached, Suguru's soul became more and more unsettled. The girls had awoken those memories in him again, those memories that he had tried with all his might to forget.

He got off his bed, lazily tying his robe. He scrambled the papers on his desk as he looked for something to do. His eyes finally fell onto the report of a very popular department store. Something had reportedly drawn a special grade to it the day before, it was not unlikely that it was born on the spot by consuming a special grade cursed object like, for example, one of Sukuna's fingers.

He needed to have it in his possession. It would make him all the more stronger. And to do that he had to get to it before jujutsu sorcerers could.

He took off for Ginza in the middle of the light-infested night. He gazed at his dark reflection in the store windows; he had not bothered to put the rest of his outfit together, and now he walked wearing just his sandals and high-waisted robes. He entered the Western-style gallery of the department store. He kept his hands in combat mode, ready to strike. He was a special grade sorcerer, but he was facing an uncatalogued special grade spirit, of unknown power.

As he turned at another corner the sky above him darkened. He looked through the glass roof; the blue and pink afterglow of Tokyo's lights had disappeared, and the blackness of the veil covered every corner of the store. Sorcerers, Getou immediately knew. He had to find the spirit, and consume it.

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"You said we were going on a date, Satoru", your eyes scolded your fiancé, "Not another mission"

"We are, love", he pulled you closer by the waist, "We're going to have dinner in Shibuya. We just need to take care of this, first"

"Fine but you're paying for the dinner", you scoffed.

"Was that the point of the conversation?", he asked.

You lightly clasped his jaw and turned him to face you. "They're paying you for this anyway, aren't they?", you raised an eyebrow at him.

He marched ahead to cut your path and leaned closer to match your height. "They're paying us, love", he smirked, "I need my support".

"Aha", you laughed as he wrapped his hands around you, showering you with kisses on every bare patch of skin he could find...or easily expose. "Pay attention", you smiled as you pushed him away, "it could be anywhere".

"It's not even a regular special grade", Satoru rolled his eyes, their faint glint barely visible under his blindfold, "It's probably just some weakling playing with powers it doesn't understand"

You escaped his embrace. You laughed as you galloped ahead. "Then you wouldn't mind if I beat you to exorcising it!", you smiled at him, "I might even collect the entirety of the reward for myself"

"Hey now!", he transported himself next to you, "It's still a special grade"

"I know, I will, I'm joking", you kissed his beautiful plumb lips, "I know how to analyze the situation. I just want you to be a bit more careful as well"

He kissed you again, his hand holding your nape. "I love it when you worry about me", he murmured against your lips.

"I always do"

He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead before he reluctantly waved you goodbye and took the turn for the east side of the mall. You took a left to the west, senses in alert.

A noise tickled your ear and then your surroundings changed. What used to be a hallway lined with shops now was a topsy turvy landscape of a city. 'Domain expansion?', you thought, 'No it's incomplete'. But there was no doubt that the cursed spirit was there.

A hand wrapped around your waist, another covered your mouth. You were pulled into a man's embrace, barhing in the shadows of an alley. You looked up. Your eyes grew wide. He removed his hand from your mouth and brought a finger to his lips, motioning you to keep silent.

"Suguru?", you whispered.

He gave you a soft smile. His eyes darted towards an upside-down building nearby. There it was; the special grade. It was examining what you surmised was one of Getou's weaker spirits from his collection.

He pulled your body flush against his. Before you could do anything else he extended his arm toward the special grade. The dangerous spirit slowly dissolved into thin air, its particles flowing to Getou's hand. They swirled into a hurricane above his palm until they concentrated into a small orb, the color of a Tiger's Eye gemstone. You stood once again amid the shopping gallery.

"No don't!", you cried as Suguru swallowed the special grade but you were too late; it was now his.

"Oh fuck", he coughed, "ugh, it only gets worse with time".

Your heart clenched. Your arms reached to help him but he pushed you away.

Silence governed the air between you. Getou leaned at the alley wall behind him as you gazed at his throat, where the curse had just disappeared. It was cruel how little he had changed in appearance over the years compared to how different his ideals had become. There was such a thin line between memory and illusion that it was so easy to get them mixed up, and see Getou for the man he was and not the things he had done ever since.

"Are you...okay?", he finally asked, "You look well"

The last time he had seen you your eyes were puffy and weighed by dark circles after crying for hours over Satoru. But ever since you heeded Suguru's advice and talked to him, things had improved; no, things were almost perfect.

"I am. I am well", you nodded, "I spoke to Satoru"

Suguru smiled. "Is that so?", his eyes were kindly hiding a mixture of happiness and sorrow, "Did he finally stop screwing around?"

"Well...he is Satoru", you laughed, "But...I don't feel alone anymore"

"That's good", his lip trembled but it was clear that he genuinely tried to appear happy.

Your awkwardness halted the conversation once more. What does one even say in situations such as this? You both tried to call each other's names; you laughed as your voices overlapped. You gestured Suguru to speak first. He pushed at the wall and walked closer to take your hands in his. He brushed his thumb over your knuckles, carefully tracing the small hills and valleys of your hand. You were not smiling anymore.

"Suguru come back", you said without thinking as he kissed your hand, "Come back home, to Jujutsu High"

He chuckled. "Wouldn't that be a laugh?", he said, "I'd be executed on the spot"

"Is that the only reason you won't come back?"

"Y/n..."

"Talk to Satoru"

"No", he shook his head.

"Satoru!", you cried.

Suguru's eyes shot open. You wrapped your arms around him as he tried to leave. You put on all your weight into keeping his massive body in place but he still managed to drag you.

"Let go", he said frantically.

"No. Satoru!"

"He can't see me here", he placed his hands on your shoulders, "You should both just go and be happy"

"Not when you're like this. SATORU!", you tripped him as he tried to peel you away.

He fell on his back, you on top of him. He blushed as your body rubbed over him. You heaved as you gazed down at his shocked expression. He studied your distressed face. He brought his palm to cup your cheek, wiping a single tear before it left your eye.

"I don't understand", he muttered.

"Y/N!", you heard Satoru's voice echo in the empty department store. A moment later he appeared next to you, his blindfold around his neck. He pulled you in his arms, his shocked blue eyes fixed on Suguru. "You okay?", he cupped your warm cheek when he finally turned back to you.

Getou lifted his body, putting his weight on his elbows. He fixed his dishevelled robes and hair before he stood to face his old friend. "You look like shit", he finally told Satoru.

Gojo scoffed. "You're the one to talk", he tightened his grip around you, "What are you doing here?"

"Let's just say I'm not getting paid this week", you joked.

"What?"

"I came for the special grade", Suguru dusted his clothes before directing his gaze at you, "But then someone would not let me leave".

Satoru looked at you. You diverted your eyes. "I can't bloody well let you get yourself killed"

"I'm doing this for our people!", Getou cried.

"If you think what you're doing is right then why did you leave in the first place?"

Suguru caught his breath. His teeth clenched and so did his fists. His eyes focused on the ground below his feet, too frightened of the truth to meet yours. "I'm trying to build a world where your smiles will be safe"

"That is not gonna happen like this", you yelled at him, "Curses won't disappear if humans do and as long as there are any I will hunt them because I BLOODY FEEL LIKE IT! So instead of acting like a delusional fascist with a hero complex who thinks murdering a bunch of innocent people to erase the actual assholes in this world, who by the way are not all human, how about you come the fuck back home and be HAPPY?"

Suguru let out a pained chuckle. "I can't. I can't wear a heartfelt smile around you anymore", he said, "And besides, I wouldn't even live long enough to try"

"Who's to say that?", Satoru pulled at your waist as you took a step forward.

Getou opened his mouth to speak. "Satoru..."

"Don't", Satoru shook his head. He breathed hard. He kissed your forehead, his fingers entwining with your hair. He let go of you and approached Suguru, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "You're a special-grade sorcerer of a whole different level. I'm pretty sure the only person they can employ to execute you is me"

"Satoru..."

"I won't do it", he said firmly, "Not unless you force me to". Satoru looked back at you before returning his gaze to Getou. "See I never placed much value in money", he began, "But there are other things I care about. My home. My students. My friends. My future with the woman I love. The man I used to call my best friend, who taught me how to care about all of the above"

Suguru startled. He raised his gaze as Satoru continued.

"If you threaten any one of these things then yes, I will kill you. For no other reason", he said, "If you ever cared about me, please don't bring me to that point"

"I-"

"Suguru", you called him, "Please. Stay"

"We chose this life", Satoru said, "I like to complain about it but the truth is I could disappear if I wanted to. Others have. Everyone chose this life, knowing its dangers. Humans are no more responsible for what happens to us than the people firefighters rescue from a building caught ablaze"

"I can't-I have to-"

"What do you want in your life?", Satoru placed his hands on Suguru's shoulders, bringing his gaze to meet his by force, "Do you actually wish to be loathed by me? By her?"

Something in the word "loathe" seemed to stir whatever free will had not been consumed by Suguru's dedication to his macabre goal.

"Would you actually enjoy a life where all you have is our hatred?", Satoru continued.

"That is the last thing I want...", tears swelled in Getou's eyes.

"Listen", Satoru's voice came strained, "I know you love y/n. And I hope you still at least consider me your friend-"

"That's exactly why-"

"You want us to smile?", your chuckle came pitiful, "How can any of us smile when you abandon us to play psycho killer?"

Getou laughed, tears of sorrow leaving his eyes. He placed one hand over Satoru's. He brought the other to cup your cheek. Without warning he pulled the two of you into his embrace. You could hear how he tirelessly tried to reign in his sobs as he hid his face behind your backs. You felt his fingers comb your hair.

"Are you making your own path or are you just running away?", Satoru said, "You are loved much more than you think"

Suguru cried on your shoulders. "You two are my world", he trembled, "You're my best, no, my only friends"

"Then come back", you hugged him tighter, "Please, just come back"

"Are you gonna say no to her Suguru? You saw how insistent she can be"

"Stop using her as an excuse you jackass"

The two of them chuckled. Getou took a deep breath before pulling away. He wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his robe. Satoru threw his arm over your shoulders and walked you to the other side of the gallery. He turned back to Suguru to yell a "Don't leave" before pulling you into his embrace, his voice soft enough so not to be carried to Getou's ears.

"Do you love me?", he asked.

"Of course I do", you frowned.

"No, this is important", Satoru said firmly, "Do you love me for me or do you love me as a replacement for Suguru?"

"What are you talking about?", you whispered.

"Y/n I know you love Suguru, there's no doubt about that", his arms held you tighter, "And I know you have guessed how I feel about him too. So my mind right now is pretty clouded on my decision. But one thing I know is that this is a risk. If I ask him to come with us will you stop loving me?"

You cupped his cheeks, pulling him in for a deep kiss that seemed to last years. When you finally released his lips he was panting. You gazed deep into his beautiful blue eyes. "You're asking ME? If I will stop loving YOU?", your eyes teared up as you whispered. He covered your hands with his, his lips kissing your palm. "What about me?", you asked, "Am I-"

"No", Satoru held your face, his eyes drilling into yours, "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me".

He kissed your forehead. You pulled him into your arms, squeezing him as he wrapped his arms around you. He rested his cheek on your head as he combed your hair with his fingers.

"What do you want?", Satoru whispered, "Do you want one of us? Do you want both of us? I'll do anything just....please....don't leave me behind. Losing you will..."

His voice trailed away. It was obvious what he was going to say yet he did not allow himself to put it into words. You did not know whether that was out of his own pride or to spare you the guilt out of compassion.

"I wanna stay with you", you told him, "But my heart is not full when he's not with us. When he's suffering"

Satoru pulled you closer. "Yeah", he muttered, "I know the feeling".

He stepped back to peer at your face. You returned a nod. With that, he understood. He turned back and walked up to Getou.

"There's a ton of things I have been wanting to your tell sorry ass for years", Satoru crossed his arms in front of his chest, "But ...most of all is this; I've missed you".

His eyes were real and pleading, and Suguru's kind expression from his older days returned to his face. "Satoru..."

"Suguru", Gojo said, "Come back. It's us. We'll be fine"

"I slept with your fiance", Suguru scoffed as he looked away.

"I know"

"Aren't you mad?"

"I'm scared"

Suguru caught his breath. He turned his gaze back to Satoru; the man was not lying. His eyes flickered with fear as he clenched his fists at his sides.

"I had not realized", Satoru said, "how alone people feel around me"

"Satoru-"

"You had to knock me back to my senses even after years of being rid of me. I-", Satoru rubbed his eyes, "When she screamed at me after I realized you two...I'm always gone, I know that. I thought I was doing enough by just spending some time but that's not true"

Suguru chuckled. His gaze darted towards y/n. "Took you long enough, you idiot"

"Shut up", Gojo took a deep breath, "I did the same to you didn't I?"

Getou fell silent.

"So I did", Satoru took the lack of response as affirmation to his question, "You were in pain and I failed to see it. I'm sorry"

Suguru's strong arms wrapped around Satoru. "You shouldn't apologize", he told him, "I never blamed you for it". Gojo returned the embrace. "So what did you not want her to hear?", Getou asked.

"That day", began Satoru, "you said you wanted to become the strongest"

"I did"

"It's a curse", Satoru said determined, "A curse even I cannot exorcise"

Suguru pulled away. He followed Satoru's eyes back to you.

"I can't lose her", his voice deepened. He covered his eyes with his palms. "And yes, I've tried to hate you for trying to take her away but I can't do that either and my head is a mess". Satoru stayed silent for a moment that seemed to last an infinity. "She loves you", he finally raised his gaze. "Can't blame her, I love you too", he scoffed at himself.

Suguru smiled; it was peaceful, and happy and beautiful. "I see", he said sweetly, "You're both idiots, falling for a broken man"

"We're all broken in some way", said Satoru, "That's the fate of a jujutsu sorcerer. But, perhaps together the three of us can make a decent person"

Suguru laughed. "You really have no shame", he said before planting a kiss on his cheek. He grabbed his arm and dragged him to you. Suguru wrapped his arm around your waist and took your lips in his own. You were surprised but quickly melted into the sweetness of his kiss. He touched his forehead to yours, "Did the idiot ask you about keeping me around your house like a lover?"

"Y...yes", you blushed.

Getou kissed you again, nipping at your lower lip. "Greedy girl", he said before Satoru pulled you to his side.

"She's staying with me if you leave", you felt Satoru's hand cling at your waist for dear life.

"It was my fate to fall for two idiots, not one", Suguru responded softly.

You moved to stand at Satoru's other side so that you were nestled between the two men. Suguru placed a kiss on your forehead as you walked down the pathway to the exit. Next, he reached out and ruffled Satoru's hair. The other man tried to wave him away. Getou leaned and planted a kiss on his neck; to that, Satoru did not object. Suguru rested his hand on your shoulder, Satoru on your waist, and you lifted the veil to the outside world.

"However, I should say", Suguru took a deep breath of courage, "I am taking care of two orphaned girls. I am not going to leave them"

"How old are they?", asked Gojo

"Almost twelve"

"Oh that's about Megumi's age", you lit up.

"Megumi?", Suguru's brows furrowed.

Satoru let out a small chuckle. "Oh we are going to need some drinks for that talk", he said as he led the two of you to his car and his very confused (and scared) driver.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #satosugu #satosugu x reader

[anonymouspuzzler]

while i've been recovering from my semester i treated myself to making some Updated Ref Sheets for my Special Little Trio! and here they are!! new and improved buck, davey and minnie for your viewing pleasure. there's been a lot of little tweaks and changes to their designs since I first concepted them a year ago...!!

[Full image IDs/descriptions under the cut!]

[Image 1 ID: A digitally drawn reference sheet of Puzz's OC, Buck. He is a middle-aged white man with a barrel-chested, slightly pudgy build, big nose, thick mustache, and mostly-balding hairstyle with a single tuft of hair on the top of his head. The sheet shows Buck standing with one hand held out in a neutral pose and expression. There are three versions drawn: one with him wearing dark green boxer-briefs; one with him wearing a dark green turtleneck, khaki pants, ashy brown boots, and a pair of goggles on top of his head; and one with the same outfit, plus brown gloves and a tan jacket with many pockets and the collar popped, and the goggles now down over his eyes to reveal orange lenses. To the right are detail shots of his head in profile, with his mouth open, and without a mustache. A color guide runs along the top of the page. Written in the bottom right is "BUCK AKA THE INVINCIBLE BULKHEAD. He/Him, Gay, White American (Greek & Scottish Descent), Late 40's." End ID.]

[Image 2 ID: A digitally drawn reference sheet of Puzz's OC, Davey. He is a middle-aged Black man with a lanky build, amputated right arm, diagonal scar across his face, long eyelashes, large ears, thin mustache, thick eyebrows and curly hair in a ponytail. The sheet shows Davey standing with one hand held out in a neutral pose and expression. There are three versions drawn: one with him in just boxers; one with him wearing denim overalls, a tool belt, brown boots, and a pilot-esque helmet with goggles on top; and one with the same outfit, plus a brown glove, goggles down on his eyes to reveal yellow-orange lenses, and a massive prosthetic arm made out of cobbled-together junk, such as a blender, car muffler and toaster. To the right are detail shots of his hair down, face in profile, and the prosthetic from another angle. A color guide runs along the top of the page. Written in the top right is "DAVEY AKA DYNAMO. He/Him, bisexual, Afro-Puerto Rican, mid-late 40's." End ID.]

[Image 3 ID: A digitally drawn reference sheet of Puzz's OC, Minnie. She is a young white girl with a stocky build, freckles, buck teeth, and long red hair in braided pigtails. The sheet shows Minnie standing with one hand held out in a neutral pose and expression. There are three versions drawn: one with her in a pale yellow tank top and purple shorts; one with her wearing a school uniform-style white blouse, pleated gold-yellow skirt, high socks and tan mary jane shoes, with a pale yellow sweater tied around her shoulders and tan fingerless gloves; and one with the same outfit plus a brown shoulder bag, goggles with yellow-orange lenses, and big brown boots with contraptions, including bear trap soles and bottle rockets strapped to the sides. Above are detail shots of her hair down, from the back, her face in profile, plus a color guide. Written in the middle-right is "MINERVA (MINNIE) AKA LAST NERVE. She/her, Lesbian (yet to realize), White American (Greek, Scottish & French descent), Newly 13". End ID.]

[Image 4 ID: A digitally drawn reference sheet of Puzz's OC, Buck. He is a middle-aged white man with a barrel-chested, slightly pudgy build, big nose, thick mustache, and mostly-balding hairstyle with a single tuft of hair on the top of his head. The sheet shows four alternate outfits for Buck: first, pajamas consisting of a white t-shirt that reaches to his navel, dark green lounge pants, and red pull-on slippers. Second, an unzipped leather jacket over a grey hoodie, with jeans, black converse-style sneakers, and a black beanie hat. Third, a lime green tank top with an auto shop logo, jorts, sandals, a red-orange bandanna, and red-orange sweatbands on both wrists. Finally, a "formal" look with a forest green, plaid button-up t-shirt, khaki pants, red socks, and black heeled dress shoes, plus a watch on his left wrist. End ID.]

[Image 5 ID: A digitally drawn reference sheet of Puzz's OC, Davey. He is a middle-aged Black man with a lanky build, amputated right arm, diagonal scar across his face, long eyelashes, large ears, thin mustache, thick eyebrows and curly hair in a ponytail. The sheet shows five alternate outfits for Davey: first, pajamas/loungewear consisting of baggy grey sweatpants and blue slippers, with no shirt. Second, a baggy blue tank top, black shorts with white stripes down the sides, and sandals. Third, a "formal" look with a light blue button-up t-shirt, a red-orange bolo tie, pale yellow dress pants with a belt, dark blue socks, and dark brown dress shoes. Fourth, a pale yellow blouse with a flower pattern and wide, ruffled collar, skinny jeans, and brown boots. Finally, a baggy forest-green turtleneck (which appears to be one of Buck's) with the right arm tied off, skinny jeans, and blue slippers. End ID.]

[Image 6 ID: A digitally drawn reference sheet of Puzz's OC, Minnie. She is a young white girl with a stocky build, freckles, buck teeth, and long red hair in braided pigtails. The sheet shows five alternate outfits for Minnie: first, pajamas consisting of an oversized purple "VILLAIN CON '97" t-shirt with a skull logo, and dark green plaid shorts. Second, a version of her usual "school uniform" outfit, but with her pale yellow sweater being worn instead of tied around her shoulders. Third, a "punk" look with a grey t-shirt featuring "THE SKULL!" in flames, over a long sleeved black-and-white striped shirt, black pleated skirt with chains hanging off each side and safety pins on the hem, black tights, red socks, and black boots. Fourth, denim overalls over a short-sleeved pale yellow sweater and brown boots. Finally, a "formal" look consisting of a sleeveless pale yellow dress with a tan, semi-translucent section between neck and upper chest, and black dress shoes. End ID.]

[Image 7 ID: Two drawings of Davey, Buck, and Minnie lined up together, to showcase their size/height relation to each other. Davey is the tallest, with the top of Buck's head reaching about to his chin, and Minnie in turn reaching to just below Buck's shoulders. The first drawing shows them in their "usual" outfits - Davey in overalls with no prosthetic, Buck in his turtleneck with no jacket, and Minnie in her school uniform. The second shows them in their "villain" getups - all three with their goggles on, Davey with his prosthetic, Buck with his gloves and jacket, and Minnie with her bag and boots. End ID.]

#anonymous puzzler art #anonymous puzzler originals #tw bare chest #long post / #(mostly with the readmore but tumblr is silly sometimes so i figure better to tag!) #these three bust into your workplace to rob you wyd #i really wanna try and finally do artfight this year...! so i'm gonna put these on that account and try to finish other oc refs too!! #Villain Coded comic

[raindrops666]

A fun day in Jerusalem

Reader and Baldwin are married, Guy is bullied, reader is gender-neutral

Warnings: none, all fun

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It was another hot, boring day in Jerusalem, and you were walking in the garden of the palace, that is when you saw Sybilla sitting there, all alone. You went up to her to ask her what was the matter. "Hey Syb, are you ok? " you asked. "Yes I'm fine, just bored, I suppose" Sybilla responded to you.

You sat next to her, and stared at the ground, trying to come up with ideas on what to do to help your and Sybilla's boredom.

You two sat there for around 15 minutes in awkward silence. Out of nowhere Tiberias who was taking a walk in the garden appeared and asked you two the same question you had asked Sybilla earlier "just bored" you two responded.

Tiberias looked at you two in silence for a few seconds, then said "how about we go and see if Baldwin has anything for us to do".

You and Sybilla agreed, and so you went on to find the king of Jerusalem. Which brings us to this moment.

Laughter filled the room that you Sybilla, Tiberias and Baldwin were in. Sybilla was wearing Baldwin's blue clothes that he wears when he's outside of his palace. "Jesus Syb, you look like Guy, dressed like that" Tiberias said. In fact Sybilla's dark and long hair with the blue outfit did remind you of Guy.

Baldwin had come up with the idea that you dress up and act as different people and the rest have to guess who you are.

"Come on now Tiberias no need to be rude" you said letting out a chuckle.

"Yeah Tiberias NOBODY wants to look like Guy" Sybilla added trying her best to keep in her laugh and look offended.

Baldwin also let out a small giggle at his older sisters and your childish behavior.

"Hold on" you said getting up to grab your eye pencil, and drawing a little mustache and beard on Sybilla.

"God I can't even bear to look at you right now" you laughed "You know, she does look like Guy with the mustache and beard drawn on" Baldwin said finally deciding to join the conversation.

All of you started laughing while Sybilla pretended to be extremely hurt by this.

"Oh god! How can I live like this! I've been cursed!" Sybilla proclaimed loudly while dramatically falling to the ground and pretending to die.

This sent you all laughing again.

After a few seconds Sybilla got up and bowed her head in thanks, like actors do after they act out a play on stage.

Sybilla took a wet napkin and removed the face beard and mustache from her face, which after she ran back into the walk in closet and changed back into her own clothes.

"What now" asked Sybilla coming out of the closet.

"Hmm I don't know" you responded.

As if on que a knock was heard at the door. "Come in" Tiberias said after looking at the King and earning a small nod from him.

Speaking of the devil, it was Guy. "Your majesty the soldiers told me to ask on all of their behalf if they could go out of Jerusalem and into the desert to practice fighting, they have nothing else to do, since today seems to be quiet" he told the King.

"Alright half of the soldiers can go and practice but the rest have to stay, we do not know what may happen, I'll leave it to you to decide whom goes and whom doesn't" Baldwin said, sounding very kingly. Oh you could just melt at his beautiful voice.

Guy left with a "yes your majesty" and left you all in silence which Sybilla decided to break. "Yeah, I stand by my words it WOULD be a curse to look like that". You all laughed at this and kept on making jokes mostly ones that you Bully Guy in but who cares. " Alright it's starting to get late, I think we should go to bed" Baldwin said.

Looking out of the window you realized that you had passed the entire day, hanging out with your dear friends and husband.

"You're right my king" Tiberias said getting up from the comfortable arabian style cushions on the ground.

You helped Baldwin get up and said your good nights to Tiberias and Sybilla who were heading to their bedrooms to prepare for the night.

*Time skip*

After reaching your bedroom that you share with your husband and getting ready to bed you sat in bed for a moment with a smile the only light source coming from the candle on your bedside table and the moon that shone through the window.

"Is everything alright my dear" you heard from next to you. It was your beautiful husband Baldwin.

"Everything is perfect my love, I had so much fun today" you replied, your smile growing bigger.

"Me too" Baldwin said a smile finding its way into his face that was free from the mask for the night. The candle light shining on his face, made it look as if you were in a dream, he was just too beautiful.

"Goodnight my love" you whispered and kissed his temple, then turned and blew the candle.

"Goodnight my angel" he whispered back holding you close.

#koh shitposting #koh headcanons #koh fandom #koh fan fiction #tiberias #raymond iii of tripoli #king baldwin iv #baldwin iv #sybilla #guy de lusignan #jerusalem #guy deserves all the bullying #sweet baldwin iv #baldwin iv best crusader king #crusaders #kingrom of heaven #kingdom of heaven 2005 #kingdom of heaven fandom

[master-k0hga]

| A M É L I E |

[ Category: Zareans ]

| This is probably the proudest ref I've ever fucking drawn tbh... I had to re-draw this lovely gal cuz her current re-design was a little off to me, and drawing her bust was absolutely fun so yeah that's happening... Anyways this is Amélie, or "Beaut" which is her celebrity name cuz she is in fact, a celebrity..

Also this would've been at least a month or two since I finished this when I do the mass post some time later.. So even though I'm proud of this now, wonder if that'll hold up til a couple months later when I get to the post spam..

Anyways- Amélie is another one of those old OCs of mine who's gone through massive changes, especially from when she was a fan character of another fandom I was semi into a few years ago... This is her now and honest to god, she's absolutely beautiful and I swear if anybody dares gives this post shit. I will massacre everyone and laugh while I do.

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INFO

Name: Amélie Species: Zarean General Personality: Funny, outgoing, supportive, forgetful, self conscious, posh, vocally talented Height: 15ft Relationship Status: Single

Extra Info:

"Beaut the Beautiful" is her stage name she randomly made on a whim in a sudden panic for a 'label' one day, it's kind of just stuck with her since

She is known for a variety of skills and talents within the species; Singing, dancing, acting mainly in pantomimes, fashion model, online influencer, all sorts. And despite seemingly extroverted and overall social, she actually deals with a lot of social anxiety; So she has to do all sorts of breathing and mental exercises just to get out there

She came out trans to her family roughly when she was in her teens, although her family had somewhat mixed reactions, in the end they supported her and her goals. She was officially "herself" when she got famous

Growing up she starred and took part in many things; Talent shows, school plays, all kinds of after school activities and clubs along with other events and such town. So she really has quite the experience in a lot of fields, she worked hard to where she wanted to be

She actually worked retail and working part time in a library while she was juggling career driven events and such

She stylizes, sometimes even crafts her own outfits, wigs and occasionally even the events she hosts in like concerts and such. She also has a personal assistant who is totally not her best friend she met in college

She never acknowledges her dead name or anything with the only exception being her grandmother before she passed (Emile was her grandfather's name)

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And that's it for her again, re-doing her ref was a good idea tbh because I'm really happy with how I drew Beaut here, definitely catches her type of likliness better than the previous "re-designs" I did of hers on separate occasions throughout the years I've been drawing and re-designing all my OCs... Would hope I keep at it for a long time but I feel that somehow isn't going to work forever.. I genuinely thought at one point that I'd get all my OCs fully re-done, sorted and all along with their worlds and whatnot then I can work with what I got there..

But I've noticed now that the whole of the Zarean species specifically, which I was working on off and on for like 9 or so years now, has to now be re-done completely cuz the lore was kinda all over the place without reasoning and that it just felt.. Wrong..

So yeah... I'll probably be dead by the time I actually finish any of this, I probably won't have started by the time I end up on my death bed tbh..

Especially when loads of my OCs haven't really been touched since like... Before I completely ditched DA a couple years ago.......... Oh well....-

. Amélie, Art © Me . DON’T RE-POST .

#MASTER-K0HGA #Ary / Kohga Chronicles #Ary / Kohga OCs and Works #Beaut #Amélie #Female #Trans #M to F #Zarean #Zareans #Planet Zaria #Species #Personal Species Project #Fandomless #Original Character #OC #My OC #My Art #My Character #Re-post #My art re-posted #Yeah after I at least get most of my OCs specifically related to this species out the way then I'll start properly introducing them here to #Technically re-introducing them if I was still on DA since that's where I explained and talked about the majority of the lore there but it' #kinda gone now and don't really wanna use most of it since it's very outdated and very dumb... Like I'll re-read everything that I've got #and work with what can still be used so I'll work with that.. But the rest will obviously be scrapped entirely as it's not really useful no #needed much for these guys... A lot of it was very unimportant so yeah... And again yeah #This will be posted in like a month or two cuz I wanna get all this done for a mass post at some point since I won't really be online much #Fan art will be included with the bulk too even if it won't be much of it ofc.. So don't expect loads I expect my OCs to get the limelight #here....... Anyways...

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

Wip of Luthien for an art class, it's been way too long since I've properly drawn her.

Can't decide if I should give her short hair (easier, my typical post-Beren design) or commit to my vague ideas of timeline and try to draw it long. Also even though her tunic thing is purely for the sake of approximating something like her normal outfit while showing off her lovely limbs that I worked so hard to draw, I spent way too much time figuring out how it could be constructed in one piece

I don't think I've drawn her hands since deciding on what they look like before, but she has Long Creepy Talons and two thumbs and I love them. I am also succumbing to my rule of cool and am going to try giving her a tail.

#my art #luthien #wip #adventures in attempting to art #much to my dismay using refs does actually make things easier it's just so hard to find things that fit the image in my head #but it also means that her arms aren't quite Long enough lol #her legs are tho since they can go off-page #also one of my favorite details whenever i draw her clothes is that the collar always lays right over left #im very deliberate abt that bc in east asia (which i draw inspiration for the isthrim from) right over left is for spirits and the dead #and luthien ends up by some definition being both (though spirit is more applicable at first) #melian also wears hers this way when she deigns to wear proper clothes lol

[saiyomiya]

April 2024 Plans

March was not the most productive but like, it's fine.

I was planning on reading Tsukihime, right? Well, the monotonous, heavy loop music really killed my motivation real fast. It just takes way, way too long to read and the music loop was starting to drive me insane. I might try it again when the remake is out on PC.

So, I ended up buying Dai Gyakuten Saiban on sale and started trudging through it slowly. I haven't played it that much since I got it, but am starting my first trial (I started at 1-4 since that's where I was at on the Switch version before I stopped).

I'm not sure when I'll play it more? It takes so much mental energy to, so we'll see when the mood strikes me next... I definitely like it a lot, so I'll play it more, most likely this month.

As for the JP I have done for the latter half of March, I've been playing Shinymas more due to the goodies we're getting due to the anniversary.

It's a much, much easier read than DGS because the girls don't tend to talk about anything complicated or with heavy jargon, so it's a real self-esteem lifter. I highly recommend checking out slice of life stuff if you're studying Japanese. It'll go down a lot faster. Of course, some groups talk about more complicated things than others (I'm looking at Alstroemeria and Shhis for this, lol).

I don't really have goals when it comes to reading Shiny Colors other than to just... read it. I guess I'd like to read all the Shhis events (easy, since they have so few of them) and also Alstroemeria (harder, even though the content is easier--there's a lot of them). I finally started playing TFD so getting through every unit would probably be a good idea too.

Last month, I managed to read Mamiya and wrote a lengthy review on it. I really liked it, but I read it in English since I just wanted to read something in English for once. The translation was really good and a welcome break from the JP grinding I was doing for most of the month.

I still haven't finished Relink. I keep thinking I should, but I just haven't had the motivation to? Surely I'll get back to it someday, and I don't really regret buying it on release, but next time I'll wait before buying a game as expensive as that.

The last thing I mentioned on my list was to make keychains, and I got them done and they arrived! I think they ended up pretty cute, but Raqio ended up a little washed out, and I'm not sure how to fix it. Fuck printing blues, man...

I'm thinking of seeing if there's interest for purchasing these, but I'm kinda lazy about making a post so we'll just keep kicking that can down the road...

April 2024

This month, I'd obviously like to read more JP, such as the aforementioned Shiny Colors. I'd also like to spend some time reading Granblue stories in JP, which I've meant to for a while (I should make a list of ones I'd like to read). And of course, play more DGS.

When it comes to games, the No Name Yet event in Enstars is coming up and I have to play it. I have pretty much retired from Enstars, but I want to at least be back for such an important event for me and I have a dumb amount of resources for it so maybe I'll just max out the card and call it a day. I dunno. I know it's a lot easier to auto these days and it's not a Tour event, thankfully. I just have to keep an eye for it coming over.

Creatively, I'd finally like to make my Setsu plush, but I'm really lazy... everything is all set for the pattern, but I think I have performance anxiety for embroidering the face... We'll see how it goes.

Another thing I'd like to do is finally decorate my Tenka nui, which I kept putting off for months (I'm even staring at her on my desk rn). There's some really cute fan outfits that really make me excited to do it, and it frankly even shouldn't take that long to put blush on her and glue on some sparkles for her eyes so... I'm not sure why I haven't done it yet, lol

Also, Sekimeiya's anniversary is coming on May 6th and I'd like to have something drawn for it. So... yeah. And I guess finally finish up Ilsa maybe. Maybe...

I guess that's a lot of stuff I'd like to do, so better rise and grind... once again.

#this month

[archfeyworkshop]

This is one of those little emotional moments for me. These three images represent nine months of work on my art. Continuous effort and improvement after years of struggling to commit. There's a lot more to the most recent one, but these three have been my models.

I started out wanting a 3D model but realised how horrifically out of practise I was for what I might want to do. The purple-dressed PNG was my concession so I could start streaming. It wasn't the best but it was enough. I didn't want to keep it for very long though.

The red-dressed model was then my first properly Live2D. Entirely drawn and rigged by me. I'm actually pretty happy with that still! Yes I've still improved my shading and design since, but I don't really have many major issues with my actual skill there. The main problem it had was it was my first attempt at rigging, made using the free version of a software. A note to those learning rigging: You can get very creative with your texture aliases and pack them into a very small space once properly mapped. It also didn't at all convey what the character is meant to be - a Faerie, the Queen of Spring. I got a number of comments talking about a Demon.

The current model - many more parts as well - I think much better captures the intended aesthetic while retaining the core aspects that were important to me from the start. I got to fit a lot more in it too; it's not coveyed here, but there are eight outfits (including two size changes), four gestures and two wing sets. Everything is just clearer-designed now. The tail's fur and spike, the exact hand shape, the horns and eyebrows, the shape of the glowing markings and the nature of her scar.

I still need to figure out how to keep my shading from getting pastel though. And armour. Armour sucks. Ew.

#art #fantasy #pathfinder #vtuber #ttrpg #digital art #my art #faerie #vtuber model

[stardewlily]

A Little Spirit's Eve Magic

A little present for @potatoaiisle featuring their farmer Aya and an older but just as handsome Sebby. Happy birthday my friend! I hope this story makes you smile!

The autumn night was cool and crisp, the slightest hint of smoke in the air as Aya knelt on the porch and adjusted the final jack o'lantern until it was angled just right. Finally satisfied she sat back to admire her work. She and Sebastian had spent all day yesterday carving these and looking at them now brought a little flush to her face as her childhood memories of him returned as they so often did.

She lifted her hand to touch the obsidian heart that hung around her neck, a gift from her husband for their first wedding anniversary, to match the depth of her eyes that he adored so much. Her flush deepened as her flashback grew stronger and there she was, little Aya, just twelve years old but already deeply in love with the handsome older man who visited her grandpa's farm so often.

"Hey, Aya, look what I've got for you!"

Aya leapt to her feet and charged down the farm path towards the tall, dark haired man approaching with a box of pumpkins and a sweet smile on his face. He always seemed to save that smile just for her and she loved it so much she couldn't help but launch herself at him, flinging her arms around his waist and almost knocking him clean off his feet in her excitement.

"Steady on, girl!" he cried, juggling the box expertly before the contents went flying everywhere. "You're a bit too big for that kind of thing now!"

Aya laughed delightedly and looked up into his face. "But I'm never too big for pumpkins! I knew you'd bring me some, thank you, Sebby!"

He laughed and freed an arm from his box to snake around her and hug her tight. She felt so warm inside she could have melted. He was always so kind to her and their tradition of pumpkin carving was just one of many they indulged in every year. Him taking her to swim every summer at the beach, annual jaunts to the night market, comedy santa outfits every wintersday, special meals whenever she visited him at the old carpenter's shop he ran in memory of his mother. She loved every single moment she spent with him, all her time in between visits taken up with anticipating the next one.

"Just you wait, kiddo, this year I'm gonna teach you some advanced carving methods and then we're gonna cook a whole bathful of soup with the remains."

Aya giggled at the ridiculousness of the notion and grabbed his hand, still looking up into his face adoringly. She had been in love with Sebastian for as long as she could remember. Ever since she was the tiniest girl she had drawn pictures of him as her handsome knight, she as a beautiful princess, endless scenes of them getting married and living happily ever after in a fairytale castle. Silly little girlhood notions of course, but her feelings hadn't changed, in fact they had grown stronger every year, making her look forward desperately to every birthday so he would finally see her as something other than a child.

He sat down on her grandpa's porch and started unpacking the box's contents, his every movement mesmerising her. He was so tall and strong, with such gentle, sensitive hands. She had always liked watching his hands, one of her favourite things to do was sit by him while he played the piano in the farm's big old dining room. She loved how lost he got in his music, the expression on his face as he played. She couldn't take her gaze off that face now as he started slicing into the first pumpkin, staring up at those calm grey eyes, that jet black hair streaked with a little white at the temples, the fines lines that so perfectly emphasized his handsome features, the man she was so determined to marry just as soon as she was old enough…

"Now that's quite the expression on my wife's face," Sebastian laughed softly as he came out onto the porch. He sat down beside her and she turned her head to look at him, immediately lost in those eyes, just as entrancing now as they'd been a decade ago.

"What's got you looking so dreamy, my Ayaya?" he asked softly, cupping her chin and gently running his thumb over her lower lip.

She shivered at his touch, a touch that always set her alight, those same hands she had so adored watching move over the piano so long ago, the same hands that had shown her so much love since they finally admitted their feelings for each other and, despite their age difference, had wed with so much joy and exuberance that Mayor Lewis had declared their marriage day a village holiday ever since.

"Oh, nothing..." she looked down, feeling flustered to be caught in such silly daydreams.

"Nothing, eh?" he laughed again and kissed her, letting his hands run into her hair. "Well, that nothing has got you looking even more beautiful than usual, so it must be a very nice nothing."

Aya giggled. "Is that your vampiric way of trying to win me over with flattery?"

"What? These things?" Sebastian grinned and stroked the fangs that were part of his costume. He climbed to his feet and smoothed the wrinkles out of his suit, flinging his scarlet cape dramatically over his shoulder, the thick white streaks in his hair making him the picture perfect vampire count.

"What do you think? Menacing enough? Mwhahahahahahahaaa!" He lifted both arms in a terrible mime that completely ruined the image.

Aya laughed and shook her head. "All I can say is it's a good thing I'm already your willing victim!"

"I am deeply offended by this insinuation," he growled, lifted her to her feet and with one smooth motion had her pinned against the wall.

"How about now…?" he said huskily, lips fastening on her throat.

"Better…" she murmured before accepting a kiss that sent thrills shooting through her and put back their arrival at the Spirit's Eve festivities by quite some time.

"Are you okay there, hun?" Sebastian looked away from the skeletons in the cage and watched as his wife rearranged her outfit for what seemed like the fiftieth time. Granted, he had disarrayed her quite a bit with their impromptu lovemaking before they got here. He smiled as he looked at her. Damn, she was so beautiful. Even after a full year of marriage, he still couldn't believe she was his. Wondered if he would ever believe it. Truth be told, he'd been in love with her for years before they finally got together. He'd always thought he was far too old for her, that she saw him only as the ageing friend of her old grandpa, never in a million years had he thought that the sweet, cheeky girl he had watched grow into a cheeky, beautiful woman, would ever have feelings for him.

"I'm okay," she winked at him as she rearranged her petticoats and he felt heat rising to his cheeks at the thought of what he'd just spent the last hour doing to this particular vulnerable wench. "Although you were pretty energetic," she laughed naughtily. "I didn't wear you out too much, did I? We still gotta figure out a way to beat Magnus this year. I'm gonna get to the end of that maze if it kills me!"

He chuckled as he watched her glare at the maze entrance like it had just personally insulted her. "Don't you worry about me. I've got enough energy to carry you through that maze on my back if I need to!"

"Sebby," she flung her arms around him and leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him. "You're so sweet, but I would never ask you to do that. I don't wanna make your leg hurt any more."

"Ah, it's not too bad," he said with a grin. "You look after me so well I feel no pain these days."

His smile grew wider as he remembered the day it had happened, when he had injured his leg in the mines and a sweet eighteen year old Aya had taken care of him. It was probably right about then that he finally fallen for her completely.

Sebastian groaned as he dragged himself out of the mines. Maybe it was finally time to admit he was too old for this kind of thing. He lifted the leg of his pants and groaned again when he saw the deep laceration all along his calf muscle. A couple of decades ago and that shadow beast would never have caught him, but now… ah, dammit, he hated getting old, in his mind he still felt so young, but his body, unfortunately, begged to differ quite often these days.

He had a moment to wonder just how the hell he was going to make it back to his house when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps and saw a lantern bobbing in the rapidly darkening night.

"Seb? Is that you?"

He let out a sigh of relief at the familiar voice. Aya. It was Aya! Then his heart sank at the thought of her seeing him in such a state. For some reason, he didn't want her to see him like this, so weak and pathetic. He felt embarrassed, wondered when an old man like him had become so concerned with what a young, beautiful woman would think of him.

And oh Yoba, she was beautiful. When she stepped closer and he could finally see her in her entirety he sucked in his breath at the sight of her. Small, slender and delicate, her long platinum hair streamed in the breeze, her dark eyes so large, so deep, lashes so long and soft, that sweet little mouth that always smiled so brightly whenever she saw him now turned down in a frown as she knelt at his side, concern coloring her pretty face at the sight of him.

"Oh Sebby, you're hurt! What happened?"

There was no pity on her face, just so much worry he felt his heart begin to thump faster in his chest. Her hands rested on his wounded leg and despite his pain he felt heat flare through him from her touch. She lifted her gaze and looked into his eyes and he felt something inside him click into place. The reason why he put so much effort into his appearance every time she came round, the reason he had spent so much time choosing the present for her last birthday, the reason why he so enjoyed those evenings when they just talked and laughed together.

She had grown into a woman whose presence comforted him like no one else's, a woman he wanted so badly the realisation of it hurt more then his leg ever could.

"Don't worry, Seb, I'll get you out of here." She put her arm around him, helped him to his feet with more strength than he would have thought possible for her tiny little body. He turned his head to look at her and again those beautiful eyes met his.

How could he tell her? After all these years? Could she possible see him the same way?

His heart ached as he searched those eyes, the moment hanging sweet and still around them. Why hadn't he realised before now? Just how much he'd come to love her…

"Aya…"

"Seb…"

"Seb?"

He shook his head and looked down into his wife's quizzical gaze.

She giggled and stroked his cheek gently. "Now it's my turn to ask," she said. "What's got you so dreamy?"

"Just remembering things," he said, running fond fingers through her hair. Yoba, he loved how silky it was.

"What things?" she asked, nuzzling closer into him.

"Ah, just that time at the mines…"

"Your leg?" she looked up at him, eyes soft. "I remember…"

He smiled down at her. "You know that was the first time I realised I was in love with you…"

Aya let out a little sigh, caught his face in her hands and tugged him down into kiss that almost brought tears to his eyes.

"I'd always loved you, Sebby," she looked up at him so sweetly that tears did come to his eyes and he probably would have started crying right there and then if it weren't for Magnus tapping him on the shoulder to let him know the maze was finally open for business.

"You two are always my most determined opponents," the wizard said with a superior grin as Sebastian turned to face him, surreptitiously wiping his tears away as he did so. "So I thought you'd like to be the first to try," he coughed behind his hand, "and fail, at this year's version."

Sebastian looked down at his wife, who was still gazing up at him adoringly.

"What do you say, Ayaya?" he smiled at her. "Wanna give it a go? I have a good feeling about this year!"

Aya looked at the smug wizard and her eyes flashed. She had never forgiven him for making her drink that terrible concoction when she first arrived in town. Sebastian felt a sudden, unstoppable surge of love for his feisty little wife as she squared up to her nemesis, who was a good foot and a half taller than her, and wagged her finger determinedly under his nose.

"You bet!" she declared. "We're gonna get that golden pumpkin this year and I'm gonna carve your face right into it, Razzberry!"

The wizard rocked non-plussedly on his heels as Aya grabbed Sebastian's hand and pulled him full pelt into the maze before he even had a chance to blink.

"Okay, I have to admit, we might actually be totally lost this time." Aya pouted and folded her arms. "I thought we were onto something when we found Abigail shivering by the spiders. I mean, what better place to hide the true path than behind those horrible things?" She flung her arms wide and grinned. "Luckily I'm not such a scaredy cat as her so they didn't stop me!"

Sebastian smiled indulgently at his little wife as she started pushing at the hedges all around her. "Well, they were just rubber ones, hun."

"Yeah, well, I didn't know that at the time," she pouted again. "I thought I was being immensely brave, don't ruin things for me!"

Sebastian laughed. "Sorry. So, what's my immensely brave wife doing?"

She turned and gave him a look that made him laugh again.

"Sorry, sorry! But seriously, what are you up to?"

"Well," Aya continued her shoving. "Harvey said something to me before he ran screaming from those bats. He said something about fake walls and I'm sure I saw Alex up ahead of us, but there's no way he could have got where he was unless he could literally walk through walls. So, I'm thinking…"

"Our doctor was onto something," Sebastian finished for her.

She nodded and frowned as she struggled with the hedge in front of her, rattling it so hard that little leaves flew off and spiralled to the ground. "This one feels kinda clunky. Sebby, could you give me a hand with it?"

"Sure thing," he stepped forward and added his strength to hers. All of a sudden part of the hedge gave way beneath them and they both let out a cry as they fell face-first into darkness.

"What the hell?" Sebastian sat up, immediately looking around for his wife. "Aya, Aya, are you okay?"

"I'm okay," a little voice in the darkness.

"Where are you?"

"Here." He felt a tiny hand slip into his and clutched it tightly in relief.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know," he looked around, it was so dark barely anything could be seen. "I think we're in some kind of passage but I can't really tell for sure. If only we had some light."

He heard some shuffling from Aya's direction and then a soft orange light appeared and he could see her pretty little face looking up at him, bashful smile already in place.

"Did you buy those silly little snake glowsticks?" he chuckled fondly.

"Well, they were sooo cute," she batted her eyelashes at him. "Hey, you know I was gonna get them eventually and I bet you're glad of them now, right?"

"Where on earth did you hide them?" he asked, honestly curious.

"These petticoats hide many things," she said mysteriously.

He laughed again and, unable to resist, grabbed her and pulled her close, lifting said petticoats to see just what else she might be hiding under there.

Aya giggled beneath his ministrations. "Oh Seb, do you think this is really the place?"

"It's always the place with you," he caught her lips with his own, always amazed by the effect she had on him despite his sixty years.

"Come on, Sebby," she wriggled out of his grasp. "As soon as we find that pumpkin I'll let you have all the rewards you want."

She tugged at his hand and he took a deep breath and allowed himself to be led farther along the passage they had tumbled into.

"There only seems to be one way to go," Aya said, walking faster now that they could see the way. "Ha! I bet that stupid wizard thought no one would get this far. We've got him now!"

Just as she said that she felt the floor give way beneath her and let out a gasp as she started to fall.

"Aya!"

Seb's hand wrapped around her arm before she even had time to finish her cry. She looked up into his eyes and almost sobbed aloud when she saw the terrified expression in his eyes.

"Oh Yoba, Aya, I thought I'd lost you!" He hauled her up and pulled her into his arms, holding her so close she could hardly breathe but she found she didn't mind, she was shaking so hard she needed his support right now.

She buried her face in his chest and sniffled forlornly. So many times in the past he'd held her like this. His arms tightened around her and she sighed. He always managed to stop her tears eventually.

"Seb…"

"What, hun?"

"I lost the glowstick."

"That doesn't matter, you silly thing." He climbed to his feet, gently lifting her up with him and then looked down into the hole she'd almost fallen into.

"Oh, that asshole!"

"What is it?"

"Look…" he nodded his head into the hole. Aya's glowstick rested in a sea of pumpkin cushions that covered the ground below, more than enough to soften what he could now see was a very short drop.

"I'm gonna kill that wizard!" Aya squealed. "That scared the crap out of me!" She paused and then bit her lip. "I mean, no it didn't, because I'm immensely brave after all…"

"I don't think you'll need to kill him," Seb whispered, turning her to face what she could now see was a distant ray of light. "Because I think we might actually have made it this time."

"Oh my Yoba!" Aya exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement. Finally, after so many years of trying! She charged off, forgetting her moment of panic, heart pounding with the joy of her discovery as she came out into a tiny room lit by the glow of bat shaped lanterns hanging on the walls, a small, intricately carved chest sitting on a high plinth at the centre.

"Seb! Look!" she turned to face him as he entered the room behind her. "Let's open it together!"

He nodded and moved to her side. They looked at each other, smiled, and then reached out as one and lifted the lid of the chest.

Nestled inside, glowing with a soft, twinkling light, was a perfect golden pumpkin… all ready to have Razzberry's face carved right into it!

Aya let out a laugh of pure delight. She couldn't believe it. They'd finally done it.

She looked up at Seb. "Oh Seb, it's so magical, so amazing."

His eyes were an ocean as they looked at her and all of a sudden, despite all her desperation to get here, to find that pumpkin, to finally defeat the wizard, all of it meant nothing in comparison to the magic of those eyes, to the love that swirled within them.

"Seb…" she reached out to him, completely lost in him, in the sweet ache in her heart for this beautiful man. Her husband. The man she had wanted her entire life. She ran her fingers into his hair, separating the rich white streaks from the black.

"You're amazing," he said softly and then he pulled her close, stroked her face, his lips fastening on hers, seeking the rewards she had promised him earlier. "I love you, my Ayaya."

"I love you too, Sebby," she sighed and immersed herself in the real magic of Spirit's Eve.

Cute little page dividers by @chachachannah / Boring old plain green ones by me!

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[misshvariety1307]

I posted 219 times in 2022

That's 156 more posts than 2021!

34 posts created (16%)

185 posts reblogged (84%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ecto-stone

@dp-marvel94

@krossan

@ghostgirlautobot13

@neoyi

I tagged 158 of my posts in 2022

Only 28% of my posts had no tags

#danny phantom - 112 posts

#reblog - 98 posts

#not my art - 88 posts

#vlad plasmius - 34 posts

#oc - 25 posts

#digital art - 21 posts

#nyreena dark - 21 posts

#vlad masters - 18 posts

#character art - 12 posts

#dan phantom - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 120 characters

#gosh hachi how you're able to just replicate neoyi's style so well and make it so impactful is something truly wonderful

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Well, here she is! The new (third) redraw of Presca! And honestly, she came out so much better than all of the times I've drawn her before! My sassy little goth beauty is ready to kick butt and save the world! Enjoy!

21 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

#4

Well, I'm finally entering the DannyMay ring! And what better day than this for something I'm finally ready to share!

This is a mini fic that I've been working on for quite some time now (but I've been nervous posting it due to it being the first fic I've shipped Danny and Nyreena together in a long, long time. (Please don't throw me to the flames 😅))

I hope you all like it! Enjoy!

Here's the outfit designs for Chapter 4:

40 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

#3

"Come one, come all! Come see the daring tight rope dancer Despera as she pirouettes with such grace and flair! But how can she have such balance on the rope as she dances, knowing there is no net below to catch her if she happens to fall?....."

You know, it's about time I did this sort of concept where Nyreena had been swept up in Freakshow's power and his latest controlled performer. And what better way then to use it for today's Chaos prompt? XD

And finally dress her as ballerina, something that seriously needed to be done for quite a while XD

I hope you all like it and I'll see you next time!

(Please open image in a new tab to see it in full detail!)

43 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

#2

FIRST POST OF 2022!!!! LET'S GOOOO!!!!

Oh man, I am so, so, so, so happy at how this turned out!!! It has been a long time since I worked on this so I definitely had to make it a goal of this year to get it done as one of the first projects of the year. And to get it done in just two separate days of working on it I'm very proud that it came out better than I expected.

I really hope you all enjoy it and I'll see you next time!!!

48 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Alright, first Transformers post of 2022!

And what other post would it be but a Cops and Mobs AU post? XD

Well, what's this? The two of them going out for a glamorous night out on the town? What could have possibly prompted this? Maybe a future fanfic may shed some details 😉

~~~~~~~~~~~~

This one has been sitting, desperately waiting to be finished, and I just kept ignoring it. (I feel so bad for neglecting it 😖)

But, this year, I vowed that I was going to finished the projects that I haven't finished and get them out to the world!

@pastelpaperplanes I hope this brightens your day and makes it awesome! Keep rocking as always!!

55 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #oh man this year has been a big year #i've worked hard to reach some goals i made and i've managed to make them #i'm so happy my presca made it #she was quite a popular one XD #and my number one #oh that was a challenge to get finished #but the end result definitely showed the work and love put into it #i cannot wait to see what the results will be next year

[lunasdream]

i object! // matt murdock x f! reader

summary: a story about how you became friends with two law students. 

word count: 1.4k 

warnings: mentions of alcohol 

a/n: yeah im kinda obsessed with matt! got inspired after watching legally blonde the other day! for the sake of this story, columbia university is sort of not accurate but thats okay cuz its fiction! also ive only ever watched the defenders so i hope i got his character right! p.s this has been proofread once! 

✿  * ✿  * ✿  * ✿ Most people presumed you to be dumb. A bimbo. An airhead. You got into Columbia because of your family’s money and you’re only going there for fun. There’s nothing up there! Just because you like dressing up for class, like to take your notes with fluffy pens and your resume smells like flowers, doesn’t mean you’re a complete ditzy girl. I mean you got into Columbia with your high SAT scores and outstanding admissions essay. Hello, 1560 and sobbing life story right here. 

Although you did grow up pretty comfortable, your parents never took part in your acceptance, you did all that by your brilliant self. Despite the criticism from others, you didn’t let that bother you since you were too focused on getting your masters in psychology and will be graduating summa cum laude. It’s also due to the fact that you had two incredible best friends who didn’t see you as such that made this overbearing school enjoyable. 

✿  * ✿  * ✿  * ✿

It was a Friday night when you met them, Champagne Supernova by Oasis played in the background of a dorm room party signaling the end of it. Young adults passed out on the couch, others making out in corners while you take your last shot before stepping out; bored of them. It was barely half past midnight and you were off to find another party that wasn’t as lame as the previous one. 

It’s been six years since you began studying at Columbia, your dream school since forever, the kind of place anyone would kill to go to. Hell, you’d pinch yourself now and then to make sure it was real and not a dream. Long story short you knew the school like the back of your hand yet you found yourself completely and utterly lost, having strayed off too far. 

“I've had way too much vodka.” You muttered trying to figure out why this part of your building looked unfamiliar. The dorms in your school looked relatively the same for grad students but something looked off. 

After knocking on some doors with obviously no answer, you were about to give up and turn around until you heard some voices coming from the last room to your right. A small whiteboard was placed upon the door and had the names ‘Foggy & Matt’ with poorly drawn glasses on it. You really wished that Foggy wasn’t their real name. Poor guy. Knocking on the door the boisterous laughs had suddenly stopped, silence filling the air for a minute, not until a guy with long blonde hair opened it staring at her in confusion. 

“I didn’t order pizza.” He said, after a minute of stillness. 

You scoffed. “Do I look like a pizza guy to you?” 

He begins to look you up and down analyzing your outfit: black knee high boots, tight floral skirt, and a black long sleeved top. Definitely not a pizza guy.

“Maybe you’re doing some freelance work?” 

You rolled your eyes thinking about leaving until you heard a faint voice coming from behind the blonde. “Foggy you’ve had too much to drink and she’s obviously not the pizza guy.” A guy with dark glasses and what seemed to be a walking cane came from behind trying to save him from humiliating himself. 

“So…what can I do for you?” 

“Yeah, hi I’m lost. What is this place? Like where am I?” You say to him, hoping you made sense, alcohol still in your system. 

“Uh…you’re in Columbia University.” He responds, the smell of vodka hitting his nose, assuming you were lost. 

You laugh. “I kind of knew that part already. I mean like is this River Hall? It kind of looks like it but I think I’m wrong!” 

He stops to take a second to listen to your laugh. A laugh that sounds like a sunny day or a hug. It makes him feel warm. Not wanting to look like a complete weirdo, he chuckled and apologized for his assumption. “This is actually Broadway Hall. You’re actually not too far from there, we can show you if you’d like.” 

“I would so love that but I can’t help but backtrack a tiny bit, I heard you say he’s had too much to drink meaning you have alcohol? If that’s so, can I come in?” You asked eagerly hoping they didn’t reject your question.

✿ * ✿ * ✿ * ✿

They stepped aside to make room for you, while Foggy went to grab the liquor, welcoming you to their tiny dorm that consisted of clothes and books on the floor and plain walls. You decide it’s a bit too bland for your liking, maybe a couple of posters and a hamper could make it seem less drab; they’re definitely in need of your help. 

Since your first year, you’ve been bringing loads of furniture and pretty decor to liven the hideous space Columbia provides for students; which people did make fun of you for in the beginning but stopped paying mind to it by third year. Looking for a place to sit you saw the only two chairs in the room being occupied by papers and even more books. Who needs all of those books? Not even you need that much and you need to read case reports for a living.

Matt was listening to your heart, making sure you didn’t feel uncomfortable as you were still standing. Being in a room with complete strangers might throw some people off, but your heart was beating steadily letting him know you were fine. But why were you still standing? It took him a second for him to realize that it wasn’t because you were nervous , it was because of the clutter that almost covered the entire room. Feeling absolutely embarrassed he told you you can sit on his bed and apologized for the mess. You immediately replied. “Oh my god no it’s okay my room is totally messy too no worries!” 

He heard the slight skip in your heart knowing you were lying. He didn’t like liars, he almost hated them, maybe it’s a quality he gained from studying law, yet somehow he knew you weren’t doing it on purpose which made him respond with a chuckle. “Thanks.”

“Yeah don’t even worry about it, we’re in college I don’t expect anyones room to be tidy, especially guys!” You laughed. “No offense!” 

He smiled. “None taken.” The both of you continued staring at each other smiling like idiots, rosy cheeks forming on your face, the alcohol definitely not responsible for it since you felt yourself sobering up by the second. 

“I don’t want to be rude or anything but I’m just really curious! How does school work for you? Since you’re blind? Ah, did that sound rude?! It was right? You don’t have to answer that!” You rambled cursing yourself for being such a blabbermouth. Matt heard how fast your heartbeat was going, he thought it was kind of you for not wanting to sound offensive, he began to explain. 

“Everything’s translated into braille for me plus I have Foggy over here for help. It’s the least he can do.” He joked. 

“That’s really neat,” You nodded. “And I totally agree, make him do all the dirty work!” You humored. 

“Alright so I have a half empty bottle of vodka or warm beer, I forgot to put them in the fridge, take your pick.” Foggy came back holding them up, interrupting the moment you had with him. 

The sound of drinking lukewarm beer made your stomach churn and quite frankly you didn’t feel like puking your guts out. “I’ll take the vodka, thanks!”

“I’m Foggy Nelson and this right here is Matt Murdock by the way.” You glanced at them, shaking both of their hands at the same time, introducing yourself, not knowing you were all going to become the best of friends. 

“So what’s with all of the books?” You asked tilting your head up, taking a swig of the drink, passing it to Foggy, as Matt said he was done for the night. He sat by you, respectfully sitting as far as possible but he could still smell your faint scent of floral perfume; he liked it. 

“We’re law students, we’re in our final years now.” 

You gasped. “No way! Like Legally Blonde? That’s so cool!” 

They both laughed. “Well technically yeah but it’s more like fighting injustice and keeping the bad guys in jail, but yeah it’s like Legally Blonde.” Foggy responded while all Matt could do was laugh. 

That night you and Foggy had gotten blasted which left Matt to take care of you both. It consisted of running after you guys all over campus, making sure you didn’t get hurt, taking him on an adventure while you were looking for something greasy to eat. One of the first nights he didn’t care about studying.  

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #marvel x reader #marvel #daredevil #daredevil x reader #matt murdock imagine

[byulsgrease]

sweet surprise

(moonbyul x fem reader, ~2k words, req is here)

cw: smut (basically just fingering + teasing byul for being a softie) - this is… soft. but also has no real direction. why am I like this

a/n: WHY IS THIS THE LONGEST ONE SHOT I'VE EVER WRITTEN?? WAS NOT MY INTENT IN THE SLIGHTEST JAKSLDF sorry in advance if flow is kinda off, I... cannot proofread to save my life. anyway I had this mostly written but then the purple kiss smn happened so I rewrote a couple parts to fit. happy halloween! hope this makes up for the fact that I didn't do kinktober or write anything halloween related this month 💀

Halloween night and she's working? Typical.

The only work you've done is somehow getting into this outfit and tuning into her broadcast, fighting to stay awake. What else is there to do while you wait up for her?

Her set’s cute though, arranged with fake cobwebs dotted with plastic spiders, pumpkins, and of course, candy. A lot of it. You can't help but laugh at the Snow White dress pulled over her sweats since she’s hosting the 7 dwarves of Purple Kiss, so you take the liberty of texting her during a song break.

You time the last message perfectly with the last few notes of the song, unable to stop the grin that spreads across your face when you know she's been caught off guard, rushing to adjust her in-ears and compose herself to speak again. Throughout the rest of the show, you can't miss the fact that her hand keeps returning to her lap. Probably feels like her phone's burning a hole through her pocket. Byul rushes through the outro, hand calmly waving bye to the camera but her eyes tell a different story, teeming with urgency.

You throw your phone on the bed beside you. thumbs twiddling restlessly with the ties on your outfit. No need to text, she’s definitely on her way home. Your eyelids dare to close, weighed down by the hour. Yeah, late nights are in her job description, but you’ve got a day job too. Thankfully it’s not too long before you hear her keys jangle just outside the door followed by the click of the deadbolt.

The sound makes you stand up abruptly, fumbling around trying to figure out how to position yourself. Didn’t exactly think that far, you realize. A little late though because you hear the door swing open, so you just stand in front of the bed with all the confidence you can muster.

“Wow,” she draws out, eyebrows raised as she stands frozen in the bedroom doorway, your favorite candy bar in hand. Good to know she kept her end of the deal. “Quite the surprise.” Her mouth suddenly feels… rather dry. She starts sputtering something incomprehensible about why, or how— but she’s just drawn to you with her mouth slightly ajar, abandoning her bag on the floor and tossing the candy atop it after closing the door with her foot.

“Aw, where’s the costume?” you whine. She gestures back at the bag on the ground.

“You really thought I was gonna drive home in a dress over my sweats?”

“I mean it’s all coming off anyway, princess.” Can’t resist the opportunity to call her that, can you?

“Is it now?” she chokes out as a blush moves through her face, trying poorly to keep her cool. Her hands stay clasped behind her back, eyes taking in your form while leaning forward slightly at the waist. You reach out a hand to pull her in for a kiss and she can’t help but relax into it, lips stretching into a smile against yours. It's not long before it deepens into a rhythm that’s bound to leave you both absolutely breathless if it keeps going for much longer.

She’s so tired that she could probably fall asleep on you, but she can’t deny how enticing this outfit is. It’s not every day you dress up for her like this, it’d be criminal to not appreciate it in full.

You steer her back into the closed door by the front of her shirt and bring a knee between her legs, body pinned by your thigh. Even though it’s your job to lure her in per the part you’re trying to play, you can't help but feel secure and at home in her arms. It feels silly putting this much weight behind a gesture, her arms casually draped over your body with hands coming to rest on your back. It’s not even overtly sexual and yet the sheer security of it all flusters you to no end.

You move to plant open-mouthed kisses on her neck and the hitch in her breathing makes her entire body momentarily freeze when your canines barely scratch at her skin. The artery underneath thumps erratically in response, anticipation warming every place your lips touch. Byul moves her head back and to the side with a groan, guiding you further into the crook of her neck with a hand, ring-clad fingers toying with the hair at the nape of your neck. You suck in hard, guaranteed to leave some kind of lingering proof to cover up later as her fingertips tug more decidedly at your hair in reply.

You pull at the front of her shirt again, guiding her away from the wall to push her onto the bed. She flops down softly, hair splaying out in messy tendrils over the sheets. You follow to straddle her waist between your thighs, laying atop her chest to give her a soft yet deep kiss with her head between your forearms. Your hands find hers to trace little shapes on the surface of her palms.

Byulyi absolutely adores being loved like this, affectionate intention behind every action. She’s just a big softie and in most contexts feels embarrassed to admit it, but moments like these with you are nothing but safe (and teasingly playful, within reason). So she’s okay with her body surrendering to your touch, grasping at your hands to hold them in hers as she kisses you back, gnawing gently at your lower lip.

It’s hard to miss the fact that she’s rolling her hips up into you, vying for more already. A teasing laugh escapes your throat when you give her a sweet peck on the cheek telling her to be patient as her face contorts into a pout. You sit up off her front to begin unbuttoning her shirt while she kisses at your face and neck, letting out a low chuckle against your warming skin when your fingers mistakenly fumble with the bottom button. Obviously, you’re in a bit of a rush to get her undressed, too.

"Hm, no bra?" you inquire lightly.

She just raises her eyebrows cunningly in reply. That means she expected you to do this, wanted to take the risk at work, knew you'd be watching, or took it off between the end of broadcast and getting home. Regardless of the real reason, your head shakes at her presumptuousness.

Her fingers tease at the edges of your outfit in the meantime, not-so-stealthily trying to figure out how to get it off. You whisper with assurance that she doesn’t have to do a thing, gently stilling them with a hand. She relaxes and smiles softly at the prospect, having you in the drivers seat. She might’ve laughed a little too hard the first time you tried to do so, which lit a fiery determination to prove yourself that night. Needless to say, she’s never questioned your abilities since. And she’s not really about to say no to being taken care of after a long day.

Byulyi can’t decide where to look— the subtle smugness plastered on your face, how your outfit fits in all the right places, or to watch every little thing that you’re doing to her with your hands, which now trail decidedly down her front. She hisses when your fingertips barely ghost over her sensitive nipples, moving down to drag over her abs. Sliding her sweats down her legs along with her underwear, she can’t help but feel a bit exposed. Your outfit might not cover much, but hey, you’re still covered. Her slender hands and arms come up to block her burning face, as if that does anything to abate her flustered state. Byul feels your lips ghost her skin, muttering praises as your fingers encircle her wrists, gently tugging at them hoping she'll relax.

With her backed all the way up against the headboard, you position your entire body between her legs with a thigh right up against her, wetness already dampening it as you push in ever so slightly.

“Fucking tease,” she breathes with eyebrows furrowed, remaining firm in her usual stubbornness to not ask for exactly what she wants. Having her squirm beneath you is nothing short of pure indulgence. You back off a little and slide a single finger into her heat, thrusting slowly with absolutely no resistance. It’s useless even attempting to hold back the satisfied hum that leaves your lips at how wet she is, the teasing deepening her flush further.

She clutches at your hand moving all-too-slowly inside her, as if she could even dream of controlling the pace. Her lips collide with yours in desperation, accompanied by a complaining whimper when you starting thrusting faster but much more shallowly.

Byul figures that if she can’t get what she wants, she just has to make you give it to her— she’s surely too proud to ask straight-up. So when she reaches in and her fingers swipe over your barely clothed slit, she can’t help but sneer mockingly about how soaked the fabric is when you let out a pleasured sigh. Despite her outwardly poking fun, she’s always a little flattered that you manage to get like this just from working her up.

She eventually joins in your movements with her own hand on her clit, eagerly impatient as ever. Normally you’d make her stop but she’s tired, may as well help herself along in the way she knows best. Her vision blurs once you slip in another finger and start curling them inside of her, stimulation inside and out rapidly careening her towards the edge.

When you go back to kiss her lips again, you barely catch them in yours because she can’t keep her mouth shut, pleasured sounds reverberating freely from her throat. You move to kiss at her blushing cheeks and trail around to the shell of her ear, whispering lovingly about how cute she’s being, incoherent and unraveling just for you.

By the way her walls clench around your fingers and how her moans are pitching higher with every brush at her clit, she’s definitely close. Her free hand grabs at everything and nothing, finally clutching at the back of your neck to pull you in. She just wants— needs all of you as close to her as possible, indicated by the way she shakily moans your name, barely able to keep it together with a cheek carelessly smashed against yours. You whisper reassurances by her ear to remind that you’re there for her, and she just trembles in response to the gesture, wholly unable to do much else.

When her hips desperately grind upwards into the combination of both your hands with fingers in all the right places, you add in another. The fervent pace of hand movements in tandem with the stretch have her absolutely writhing, fully dedicated to pursuing her impending high.

Byul shudders against you with a stuttered cry as the orgasm wracks her entire body, becoming painfully aware of the sweat on her back making her glide against the headboard. Her hand leaves her clit and slumps to the side having ridden it out, but you unexpectedly thumb her throbbing clit while drawing your fingers out of her, sending one final jolt to her aching core. Her face twitches at the contact, chest heaving with deep breaths while facing the ceiling with her eyes shut, trying to ground herself.

You pepper kisses all over her face and hum sweetly against her skin, making her grin mindlessly. You take her in your arms as she comes to rest beside you, head resting on your chest. She’s taking measured breaths and her eyelids keep fluttering shut, but she can clearly make out the closures on your outfit now that she’s up close and more clear-headed. One of her eyes opens wide and shoots you a pointed look through her forced wink.

“I’m happy about the surprise, but did you really think I wouldn’t take care of you too?” she questions simply, hand snaking up your front to painstakingly undo every single tie on your outfit.

#ask for soft and I will DELIVER #halloween 2022 is on a monday ok #requested #💖💓💕 anon #mamamoo smut #moonbyul smut #moonbyul imagines #moonbyul x reader #mamamoo moonbyul #mamamoo imagines #mamamoo x reader #girl group smut #kpop smut #mamamoo fic #mamamoo scenarios #spark

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

So....we're gonna get a story about that playboy outfit right? Because I've been saying for the longest that sub Luisa does not get the recognition she deserves

The lesbians have infiltrated my inbox like raccoons- I shall feed you all while I pspsps in a dark alley.

(Also they're referring to THIS adorable post;

Opening the Encanto was a change for everyone. Not only did it bring new people, new cultures, it also brought new concepts. Like money. Until the Encanto opened to the world, money wasn't a thing. You just had something, and you needed it. It wasn't a thing that affected the town too much-unless you wanted to buy from foreign merchants. Which is what Luisa was trying to do. Her dad's birthday was next month, and she saw just the most stunning metronome in the merchant's quare. But, she had no money.

Thankfully, she WAS offered a job. A job that required a...uniform.

"Luisa honey, you almost done?"

Her new 'boss' was a friend of the merchant, and bought the gift for her, letting her pay it back by working at her club. Luisa struggled in the changing room, the outfit a bit...much.

"Just one second! I've uh. Never worn something like this before."

"Well just don't take too long, everyone is so excited to meet you!"

She groaned as she looked at herself in the mirror. A leather one piece that BARELY covered her chest, black boots that almost reached her knees, and a set of floppy bunny ears. She felt ridiculous. But she wasn't above work, especially to give her Pa a good gift. She walked out, and the woman looked overjoyed, touching her arm in admiration. Luisa didn't mind it, especially since she was such a sweet lady.

"So it uh. Doesn't look bad?"

"Absolutely not! You look wonderful honey! Come on now, we're running a little behind!"

Luisa wasn't looking forward to this. The idea of men ogling her and catcalling her while she served them drinks- sounded gross. Least, that's what she thought the club was, until she walked in. There wasn't a man in sight. It was all women. Very...physically affectionate women. The light's were dim, she could smell shitty bar food and slight wisps of smoke. She felt eyes on her in a heartbeat, and she found herself shrinking.

"I uh. You sure I can't just carry stuff or-"

"Honey, you'll be fine! They're like that with new fish. Once you get comfortable, this'll be like your second home. Let's show you around!"

She walked Luisa to the bar, trying to ignore the gazes. She wasn't sure what those looks were, just that there wasn't a lack of them. She motioned to the woman behind the counter, a younger woman with dark hair, dolled up in a suit. She looked sharp. She looked Luisa up and down, gently whistling.

"Oh. You weren't kidding when you said she was an eye catcher."

"Right? Luisa, this is Martha, she's going to take good care of you. Now, I'm going to head to my office, paperwork to do. You come find me if anyone gives you problems."

With a pat to her bicep, the bubbly older woman left, leaving her with the firm faced woman. Martha held a gloved hand to her, shaking her hand.

"It's nice to meet you. Been working here long?"

"Since the place opened, yes. She's a friend of my family, so I offered. She tell you what your job is?"

"Uh yeah. I serve people, right?"

Martha nodded at another bunny in the corner. She was in the lap of another woman, showering her in attention as she drank her wine.

"And entertainment, upon request."

"She...didn't mention that part."

"She was worried it'd spook you. You're new, so you'll get a few of them. Don't worry though, they can keep their hands to themselves. For the most part. Now, let's get started."

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Luisa thought she'd hate it here. Thought maybe she'd even be bad at this. Maybe it was just because it was her first week here, but it turns out, she was REALLY good at this. The woman were all different, but they all were friendly to her. Luisa was on her way back to the bar, about to pick up some drinks, when yet again, someone called out to her.

"Hey, Lulu! Do the thing again, my friend missed it!"

She sighed. She was hoping she'd get the next round of drinks before this, but oh well. Make them happy. She put the tray down, lifted her arms up, and flexed. The way they all squealed in delight got to her head, just a bit. She had been cheered for her strength before, by men and women alike. But this was so different. This was adoration, this was the sound of MANY women swooning for her. When they seemed satisfied, at least for now, she picked up her tray, making it back to the bar. Martha chuckled, putting the drinks on her tray for her.

"You're on fire tonight, Luisa."

"Yeah, you're stealing all our tables, cottontail."

A fellow server, Amy, stuck her tongue out at her playfully. Turns out, she got along VERY well with her coworkers too. Luisa shrugged.

"Sorry. If it helps, I don't get it either, you're WAY prettier than me."

Amy scoffed, as if she was offended. Then Satsuma followed suit, then Aubrey, then the rest of the servers seemed to huddle around her.

"Girl no, you say that again, imma get so pissed."

"Did someone say you weren't? Give me a table, I'll spit in their food."

"You're SO pretty, Luisa!"

Luisa couldn't lie, being pampered by so many women who quickly became her friends was honestly...nice. She found herself getting red in the face as she nervously hugged her arm.

"Aw, guys...really, that's sweet."

"Hate to interrupt this Luisa fest, which I love, good support girls,"

Her boss, Babs, immediately broke into the Luisa love circle, taking a hold of her hand.

"But I need to borrow her. Girls, handle her tables for her, she's going to be with me for the rest of the day."

They took care of Luisa's work, without hesitation. Luisa looked at her boss as she escorted her to a room in the back.

"Do you guys need help in the kitchen again? I'm telling you, losing stuff behind the stove that often isn't normal-"

"No no. I need you to entertain this reserved party for me. You have a fridge full of everything you need in there, just serve them and look pretty."

"You're panicking- they important?"

"Very. Very important clients, who are as rich as they are gay. They've critiqued EVERYTHING in here, even the size of the fucking ice. People like you, so this is a job just for you."

Babs held both her hands as they stopped in front of the door.

"If you make them all happy, you can consider your debt paid. Genuinely, I need this to go perfectly. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"That's my girl. Now go on!"

Luisa was always a yes gal. Never really finding a way to say no to people, even if she wanted to. She took a deep breath, and walked right in. There were so many women in here, each one just. Oh so pretty. She felt herself clam up for a second, especially under their judgemental gaze. She licked her lips, before forcing herself to speak.

"Uh. Hello, ladies. I'm Luisa, I'm here to serve you all."

She felt like a lamb in a lions den. So many predatory eyes, so many sets of licked lips. One of them (a rather tall, long haired woman. The room seemed to focus on her, giving off the vibe that she was the leader), looked at her, a grin over her glossy lips.

"Oh, so YOU'RE Lulu. We've heard SO much about you."

"Think she's the only interesting thing about this place, Sonya."

She nodded in agreement. She motioned for the girls to scoot over a bit, before gesturing for Luisa to approach.

"She's right. Sit down for a moment, won't you? Humor us for a while."

"Yes ma'am."

She sat down, as she was told, and she immediately felt the girls swarm her like bees. Sonya let one of her nails drag down her bicep, humming in approval.

"You're a big girl, aren't you? I bet your girlfriend likes these muscles of yours."

"She does. Is what I'd say if I had one."

The girls muttered amongst themselves, as if in disbelief.

"What? No way! But you're so pretty!"

One woman felt at her other bicep, giving it a bit of a squeeze.

"And so strong!"

"And so big! Look at these broad shoulders, I'm SWOONING!"

"L-ladies, please..."

She was feeling a little embarrassed. So many sets of soft hands, smells of pretty and expensive perfumes overwhelmed her nostrils. Hands on her arms, her shoulders, and a few even trailed up her legs.

"Such NICE legs too!"

"Okay but like, look at this pretty hair! It's done up so beautifully! Oh I WISHED my hair looked this nice!"

The hand fiddling with a strand of her hair made her chuckle. All these pretty ladies thought SHE was pretty? It was a lot at once.

"Thanks. My dad did it for me."

The room flooded with 'awww's, all in pure adoration.

"Awww! She's a daddy's girl!"

"She's so cute!"

"Oh I could just eat you up!!"

"Sonya, you've been quiet!"

Sonya had been doing nothing but playing with her bicep while everyone else voiced praises for her. Sonya reached up to grab her face, letting her thumb caress her bottom lip.

"You have such nice lips. You must get girls wanting to kiss you often, don't they?"

"If uh...if they do, I dunno anything about it."

"Well. You will now, won't you?"

She pulled Luisa to her, pressing her lips against hers. It was a simple kiss, nothing crazy, but it still left her head spinning. The taste if black cherries clung to her lips once she pulled away.

"I...I uh..."

"Hey! I want a turn!"

Before Luisa could stop it, another set of lips were on hers. Then another. And another. She found herself losing track at how many women were kissing her, especially given the way the other hands moved. They were greedy now, squeezing and rubbing and searching. Heat singed her face once one of the hands drifted to right between her legs. The woman who was kissing her stopped as another spoke, pushing her attire aside in order to look at her embarrassingly wet pussy.

"Sonya, she's wet! And so CUTE! Can we play with her, please please please?!"

Sonya held one of her hands, decorating her skin with kisses and leaving purple smudges across her skin.

"Only if she asks. Do you want us to keep going, sweetheart?"

She hesitated. Even as the woman continued to smear different colored lipstick against her skin, even as they kept massaging and muttering praises over her body, she wondered if she should truly let herself be at their mercy. She was tempted to say no, when one woman's nails tickled against the back of her neck. Something about the way her shuddering made them giggle, just drove her crazy.

"Yes ma'am. P-please."

"Aw, daddy raised her with such manners! My turn!"

Said woman pressed her lips against hers, surprising her by sneaking her tongue right into her mouth. Other girls continued to savor her, tongues and lips against whatever part they could get their hands on. She jumped a bit upon feeling fingers graze against her wetness. Sonya cupped her cheek in her hand, hishing her in comfort.

"Calmase, my little pet. We're gentle with our toys. Just relax. Look at me with those pretty eyes of yours. You understand mommy?"

Luisa nodded, feeling her toes curl upon feeling a finger slowly push inside of her. The only fingers that had ever been inside of her were her own, so having a strangers inside was so...different. Luisa wanted to lean in to kiss Sonya again, only to have her pull away, wagging a finger in front of her face. Like a good girl, Luisa immediately knew what to do.

"I understand, mommy, r-really I do."

"Such a good girl."

Luisa lost herself in the hand touches and kisses. She practically melted into all their holds as the woman continued to finger her. One finger turned into two, two into three, before she seemed to grow bored of it, and just use her mouth. Luisa fought the urge to jump upon the feeling of a small, wet tongue lapping at her wet folds. She wanted to hold her head, in order to push against her cute face, but her hands were clearly busy, being buried in kisses upon kisses. That is, until that wasn't good enough.

Then they started to use her hands for more filthy ways. They used her fingers to rub at their own pussies, to grab at their tits, to shove in their mouths, to shove in other's mouths. Luisa wasn't even trying to do anything, she was just being touched and groped to their satisfaction. The one eating her pussy chuckled, getting a big head over the fluids dripping down her chin.

"I think someone's getting close! Hasn't anyone eaten you out before?"

Luisa tried to stop the drool from running down her chin, but she was failing.

"Uh...n-no. I don't uh, usually have time for this sorta thing. Or uh...girls don't look at me like that."

The room was in an uproar, even as everyone continued their actions.

"That's so dumb! Honey bunny, I'll be your girlfriend!"

"What if I want dibs!?"

"Nu uh, she's too pretty to share!"

Sonya held a hand up to silence everyone, before pinching Luisa's cheek.

"There's more than enough of her to share, girls."

"We can ALL be her girlfriend! Oh that's perfect!"

Luisa gave a weak nod. The one at her pussy hadn't stopped at all, grabbing her legs tightly, and forcing Luisa to smother her with her thighs. She'd tell them the sky was red if it meant keeping her from stopping. Her nose pushed against her clit, her lips and tongue slurped her up- it was killing her. Sonya held her face, letting herself lips bury themselves in the crook of her neck.

"Why don't you cum for us, honey? You're so pretty and precious. We'd love to see a big girl like you cum."

"Yeah, cum all over her face, Luisa!"

"She's going to look so cute! I bet she bites her bottom lip!"

"I bet she curls her cute little toes!"

"I bet her body gets all tense!"

It turns out, Luisa did all three. She only lasted a few more seconds before cumming right into that girl's mouth, swearing under her breath, before biting her bottom lip, hard enough to make it hurt. The woman ate her out the whole way through, only showing mercy when Luisa started to whine. She pulled away, and Luisa was about to say thank you, when another woman took her place, kneeling in front of her, and enveloping her pussy in her mouth. Luisa didn't know how long they'd keep her. But she'd be patient.

She was a good little bunny.

#asks #not transformers #lemon #encanto #lesbians #here you go #pspsp

[delaber]

Coming Home

Note: The fic no one asked for but I still wrote because I had to. Pretty sure this will be my last Rafa fic. It’s been a ride. Thank you!

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It was one of those blisteringly hot days where all you wanted to do was to laze about in front of a fan with your feet up and eat popsicles in the hopes of cooling just a tiny bit down. The sun was scorching and there was little to no wind at all, making it close to unbearable to be out of the shade for more than two minutes at a time - but unfortunately, you found yourself stuck in the middle of a very sunny lawn at Nat's garden-themed birthday party. Several times during the day, you had caught yourself looking jealously towards the enticing pool area at the end of the lawn but unfortunately had to settle for self-administered time-outs in the shade under various palm trees that were lining the garden.

At one of said time-outs, the birthday girl Nat approached you with a huge smile and two drinks in hand, "oh, there you are!" She exclaimed happily as she reached the same tree as you and handed you one of the piña coladas she was holding, "I've been looking all over!"

"Sorry," you smiled at your best friend and accepted the cocktail she was offering you, "I needed to cool down for a bit," you said while fanning your hand in front of your face

"Ooh, great idea - make room for me," Nat too stepped under the shade of the palm tree and immediately started fanning her top, "Jesus Christ, it's hot today!"

"Well, you were the one to insist on not having gazebos for your party," you shot your best friend a small smile, "it ruins the aesthetic," you mimicked her words from a few days ago with a laugh.

"Oh, shut up!" Nat let out a chortle, "I clearly made a terrible decision."

"Yeah, you should always listen to me and Diggs," you chuckled while having a sip of your tropical drink, enjoying how it slowly seemed to lower your core temperature as soon as the cold liquid hit your oesophagus.

"Hey, speaking of; have you seen him?" Nat squinted her eyes while shooting her phone a glance, "he's not answering any of my texts."

"I talked to him over by the snacks a little over an hour ago," you pointed over your shoulder, "he said he had to take off for a bit."

"He had to take off?" Nat furrowed her eyebrows, looking directly at you with disbelief written all over her face. From her expression alone, you could tell what was going through her head; as Nat's long-term boyfriend, Diggs knew exactly how important her birthday was to her. "That's seems a bit out of character..." she mumbled sadly.

"Aww, don't worry - he'll be back in a bit."

"What was so important for him to do on today of all days?" Nat sounded crestfallen.

"Come on Nat, what kind of an errand could he possibly have to run on his girlfriend's birthday?" You rolled your eyes.

"...But he already got me a present," she fiddled with the shiny new bracelet around her wrist.

"Maybe he's getting you a surprise," you shrugged mysteriously.

"Really?" The sad look on Nat's face was quickly replaced by wide eyes accompanied by a broad smile, "A surprise?"

"Don't tell him I said anything!" you laughed.

"Well, did he tell you what it was?"

"Nope... He probably knew we'd end up having this conversation," you chuckled.

"Slick bastard," Nat muttered under her breath before her voice returned to normal, "well, I hope he gets back soon. Of course I'm excited about the surprise but I don't want him missing out on the party."

As if on cue, a loud clanking noise coming from the shrub-embedded gate at the other end of the lawn had both you and Nat whip your heads around; Diggs had stepped inside the closed-off garden with a huge smile plastered on his face, stopping as soon as his feet hit the soft grass. He scanned the area for the birthday girl, and when his gaze finally landed on Nat, you watched how his face immediately turned soft as their eyes met across the lawn.

"Ah, there he is," Nat sighed happily as she took in her handsome boyfriend.

"...yeah, but he's empty handed," you added with a sigh after a quick scan for a birthday present in his open palms.

"Oh, you're right. Must be something he can stow away in a pocket..."

"Or something that's too heavy for him to carry alone," you added.

"Either way I'm just glad he's back," Nat said dreamily and send Diggs a small wave to which he replied with a sappy smile and a wink.

"Ah, I'm third-wheeling so hard right now," you gagged and with a grin turned your back towards Diggs in the hopes of making it less awkward for yourself.

"Yeah, sorry babe," Nat was biting her lower lip, trying to contain herself as she gazed at her handsome boyfriend over your shoulder.

"You look terribly confused all of a sudden," you laughed as you took in Nat's furrowed eyebrows.

"Yeah, he's just... standing there - why is he not moving?"

"What? He's standing completely still?" you arched an eyebrow, looking at Nat who still wasn't sparing you a glance.

"No, he's... looking for something on the other side of the hedges. And he's talking to someone - I think?"

"On the phone?"

"No... - oh wait, looks like he brought someone along."

"He brought someone?" you repeated curiously, "who?"

"I don't know. I don't recognise him..." Nat looked confused as she squinted her eyes, trying to focus on what was happening at the other end of the lawn. Then suddenly, her face changed, "- hey, is that...? No - wait... - Oh my god! It is!" She finally whipped her head around, looking directly at you with huge eyes, "he's here."

"...Who is?" you looked at her confused.

Nat didn't have time to answer your question before a male voice that you didn't immediately recognise rang from behind you, "Ey yo, Nat!"

"I'm sorry..." Nat whispered, "- but I have to..." she shot you a pained look before she moved past you with a squeal as she briskly walked away from the shade under the palm tree.

Confused, you spun around and scanned the lawn for Diggs and his mystery companion. Diggs had put on one of his more colourful outfits, and your eyes were immediately drawn to him and the smug smile he was wearing as he took in Nat who was now running at full-speed towards a sharp-dressed man to his right.

"Rafa!" Nat exclaimed loudly as she fell into the well-dressed man's arms, "you're here! I can't believe it!" she squealed.

The mere sound of his name made the hairs on the back of your neck stand while the blood quickly drained from your face. You instantly felt your throat go dry and your head dizzying as Nat's words rang in your ears. Rafa was here? Rafa as in Rafael? No, it couldn't be...

You adjusted your gaze slightly but sure enough; there he was. In the middle of the lawn in a tight embrace with your best friend. None other than Rafael Casal.

That. Fucking. Prick.

"You're kidding me..." you mumbled under your breath.

What the fuck was he doing here?!

You immediately felt your heart rate increasing and your palms getting sweaty as you took him in. He had grown a beard and cut his hair short, making the area above his forehead strangely lonely without its familiar swoop of hair that he had been so fond of back when you had known him. Your eyes travelled across his face that was plastered with the toothy grin you had once loved, and down to the strong arms that you had once known every vein of. There weren't any tattoos on his arms that you didn't recognise but he had definitely built more muscle mass since the last time you'd seen him.

You had to admit that even though you were more than regularly annoyed with him, he looked good - he just didn't look like Rafa. Not your Rafa at least. He looked more man than jokester, a ghost of the boy you'd once called yours.

When the tight embrace in front of you finally ended, Rafa straightened up and looked over Nat's shoulder, his green eyes immediately piercing through you. He did a quick scan of you from the tip of your sneakers to the top of your head, and if it hadn't been for the fact that you knew that you looked good in your new dress, you might have grown flustered under his intense stare - but you didn't. He could stare all he wanted and meanwhile use the opportunity to think about what he had let go of - what he was missing out on!

He looked you up and down a few times and when his eyes reached yours, he sent you a tentative look and a careful smile that you didn't reciprocate. After all, pretending that Rafael Casal meant absolutely nothing to you was something you had perfected over the years.

When he finally realised that your face would remain stone cold and without the smallest trace of friendliness, he quickly looked back at Nat and sent her a broad smile as she began mumbling something to him about how he was the last person she'd expected to see today.

Meanwhile, you used the opportunity to march over to Diggs and pull him aside; "what the hell do you think you're doing?!" You hissed at him, your voice so low that only he could hear.

"Oh, I'm just watching my best friend and my girl reconcile after years apart," he smirked, his eyes still locked on the two friends talking excitedly in the middle of the lawn.

"Don't get smart with me, Diggs!" You said through gritted teeth, "why the fuck didn't you tell me that he was coming? You know how I feel about him! He's a snake!"

"Jesus Christ," Diggs rolled his eyes, "This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you. If you'd known that I was picking him up at the airport, you would've ended up faking an excuse to leave before I'd returned."

"And with good reason! You know what he did! I don't want to talk to him!"

"You need to resolve this shit between the two of you," he shrugged, "You need to learn to be in the same room as him. It's been way too long already, and it cannot go on like this forever."

"Oh, watch me!" You huffed childishly, looking over at Rafa's dumb smile as he said something incoherent to Nat.

"Bruh..." Daveed cocked his head and sent you an unimpressed look, "He didn't come to mess with you. He came for Nat... He misses her."

"- but," you tried to interject but Diggs immediately cut you off: "- And before you say anything -" he continued, "- look at how happy she is!" he gestured to Nat who had now gone back to hugging Rafa tightly, "I know that her loyalty to you dictates that she has to hate him or whatever, but she has clearly missed him too. So if you can't do it for yourself, please just behave yourself for Nat."

A guilty pang hit your chest when you looked at Nat's happy smile, and you realised that she had cut off all contact with Rafa for your sake. "For the record; I never told her she couldn't talk to him," you mumbled.

"I know," Diggs nodded, "that's just how good of a friend she is."

"Alright... I'll behave for Nat," you sighed with a slight scowl before you quickly continued, "- but I'm not going to talk to him! No way!"

Diggs shot his hands in the air in a surrendering manner, "hey: normal, regular behaviour is all I'm asking for! You can ignore him for all I care - just be civil."

You didn't answer Diggs but instead continued to scowl as you watched Rafa and Nat having a giggle about something. The sound of Rafa's obnoxiously loud laugh swimming in your ear canals made your stomach go annoyingly warm, and for a millisecond you actually wished that he was laughing at something dumb alongside you instead of Nat - or at least you wished for it until you reminded yourself of what he had done, and the familiar anger towards him soon returned.

"Aw, come on," Diggs let out a laugh when he saw your angry face. He gave your shoulder a playful shove before he put his arm around you, "let's get you a drink - you look like you need it."

"Yes, I need it!" you groaned as he led you away from Nat and Rafa, "- and a big one too 'cause my dumb friends had my nemesis fly in from New York behind my back."

Diggs laughed a little at your miserable tone of voice, "cheer up," he chuckled, pulling you a little closer, "...and to be fair, I did the inviting. Nat had nothing to do with this."

"God, you're the worst," you mumbled as you reached the self-service bar, "I cannot believe you'd spring this on me after what he did!"

"Come on. It's been three years," Daveed shrugged and smiled down at you before he pulled out two clean glasses.

"That's easy for you to say when you weren't implicated in it," you mumbled sourly without looking directly at him.

"I may not have been directly involved, but you know I still got caught up in the middle," Diggs sent you a short look before he poured both of you a drink, "- and I still am."

"How?" You said incredulously, "I literally never talk about him."

"Exactly," Diggs shot you a sideways glance as he screwed off the cap of a tonic water, "you never talk about him. It's forced."

"It's forced? Since when is not talking about your asshole of an ex-boyfriend forced?"

"I know you miss him," Diggs said softly and sent you a careful look.

You forced yourself to scoff as you accepted the gin tonic from him, "I have no idea what you're talking about! I literally could not care less about Rafael at all," you looked across the lawn and immediately caught Rafa's gaze that was aimed directly at you. His eyes were huge, his gaze soft and longing. You thought to yourself that he looked as if he was the one who'd been wronged all those years ago. As if you were the one who had disappeared off to New York before royally fucking everything up. Which you absolutely weren't!

-

Rafa had been annoying as hell all night! Whenever you were no more than a few milliseconds away from letting down your hair and forget about the fact that your nemesis was attending the same party as you, you could hear his annoying foghorn of a laugh in the group of people next to you. And although you were trying your absolute best to avoid him completely, he still seemed to be all over, somehow always within a ten-foot radius from you, his cutting-torch-like voice constantly poking at your eardrums.

You were successful in avoiding him up until around midnight when you unfortunately were careless enough to lay down your guard for a few seconds too long, not realising that he had approached you at the self-service bar while you had been looking around for a lime for your drink. "Hey," you heard a low growl behind you as you were cutting the citrus into wedges.

You didn't have to look up from the table to know who the voice belonged to. "Rafael," you said neutrally while screwing off the cap of the tequila bottle you were holding, pouring up a couple of ounces of liquid without sparing him a glance.

"Hmm... Ra-fa-el," he repeated slowly, dragging out the name and smacking his lips as if savouring how it rolled off his tongue, "you know what? I don't think I've ever heard you call me Ra-fa-el before."

With your gaze still firmly placed on the tequila-filled glass in front of you, you arched an eyebrow but didn't say anything as you continued working on the cocktail, desperate to not give in to his antics.

You could feel his gaze burning on your skin, his eyes following your every move as you poured Cointreau into the cocktail glass and quietly waited for him to leave you alone again. He didn't budge, however, and when he realised that you intended to keep your silence, he quietly asked, "...How are you doing?"

"Great," you said and pressed your lips firmly together.

"Good..." Out the corner of your eye, you could see his head bopping up and down as he took you in, "I - uhm - I always liked you in green, you know," he grinned cockily. You knew he was just acting this way to get your attention but annoyingly enough; it was working for him. His comment made you dart your eyes towards him, shooting him an unimpressed sigh that he reciprocated with a careful smile, anxious to see if his compliment had tugged at your heartstrings. But even though his words had made your head dizzy and your diaphragm contract considerably, you still managed to keep a straight face as you took him in. His gaze was soft and satisfied, and a strange feeling hit your guts when you looked into his green eyes for the first time in over three years. Seeing the familiarity of his overly confident gaze made you realise that he hadn't exactly turned into the destructive villain that you had made him out to be after he had moved to New York three years ago. Behind the masculine beard and the buzzcut, the jokester with the soft chin and the long quiff was still in there. Your Rafa was still in there, and for a tenth of a second it made your heart ache as you wished for a time that he had long ago ruined.

He had clearly realised that you were checking him out because slowly, yet surely, his smirk grew considerably while he maintained eye-contact. It made you furious! He. Did. Not. Have. The. Upper. Hand. Taking in your angry expression, he shifted the weight on his feet while giving out a low chuckle, "I guess what I mean to tell you is that you look good. Like really good! - even when you're fuming."

"You look old," you stated flatly to make him stop feeling so overly confident.

To your dismay, however, he wasn't the least bit hurt by your comment but instead spluttered happily and let out a loud laugh, making the crow's feet around his green irises dance around as his eyes squinted tightly together in amusement. He looked irritatingly handsome, and it made you even more annoyed with him; he wasn't supposed to be amused by your low blow, he was supposed to be devastated!

You chewed your bottom lip as he annoyingly confident ran a hand through his beard and took you in with his forever playful smile. The fairy lights surrounding the self-service bar caught something shiny around his wrist as he caressed his chin, and you recognised the piece of metal immediately. It made you scoff, "you really still have that?" You nodded towards the golden band around his arm that you had given him for his 25th birthday some years ago. Even though it had been quite expensive, you'd figured that he had thrown it out long ago.

"You're kidding me?" He said incredulously, furrowing his brows and fiddling with the shiny links around his arm, "of course I still have this! It means a lot to me, I wear it every day!" He sent you a tentative smile, once again checking to see if he was so lucky that his words had defrosted you.

He wasn't.

"What?" He asked with an amused twinkle in his eyes when he took in your unimpressed face, "I swear; It's one of my most treasured possessions."

"Rafael... Just..." You let out a small sigh and folded your arms across your chest, "- just drop the pleasantries and tell me why you're really here," you demanded, "I highly doubt you're here to small talk."

"Aw come on - I'm just here for Nat's party. I didn't come to stir shit up. I promise!" He looked at you with honest eyes, still with a trace of a smile on his lips.

"Then why are you attacking me at the drinks table?" You were surprised to hear how steady you managed to keep your voice when it felt as if your entire body was shaking.

"I just wanted to say hi," he shot you a careful look, taking in every movement of your facial muscles, "You've been avoiding me all day."

"Wonder why," you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, looking away from him.

"I know it seems like an unnecessary question but are you still angry with me?" He asked, his smile still in place but suddenly a bit stiff.

"I was angry at first. Now I don't really care about you anymore," you smiled overly-sweetly.

"Yeah okay," Rafa's stiff smile faltered a bit and it looked as if you'd finally managed to knock him slightly off his course. This probably wasn't how he had imagined the conversation to go. It was a nice feeling to see him slightly panicked. "Ehm..." he smacked his lips, "would you like me to leave?"

"Yes," you breathed, but even you could hear the thickness of the lie in your throat. Even though you were keen on keeping your distance to him, you were still terribly curious as to why he had passed you up three years after your horrible break-up. After all, it had ended in lies and angry tears.

His smirk turned amused, and he could barely hold back a triumphant chuckle when he spoke, "I can tell you're not being serious," he tilted his head to the side.

"My God, you are insufferable!" you said through gritted teeth, "just tell me why you're here!"

"Well..." he licked his lips before he slowly stated, "Sofía's pregnant."

He had barely finished pronouncing the word pregnant before you felt the blood immediately drain from your face. "You're... having a baby?" You breathed and blinked a few times, bracing yourself for his answer. After everything that had happened, you couldn't believe that the mental image of Rafa with someone else was still able to make your stomach ache horribly, and you were immediately reminded of the fact that you hadn't left him because you had fallen out of love with him.

"Am I having a...-? Oh God no!" He laughed when he understood, "Sofía as in my sister! My sister is pregnant! I'm about to be an uncle. Tio Rafa."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you when his words finally settled, and the blood quickly returned to your cheeks making them unbearably hot. "Well, congratulations then, I guess," you mumbled, trying to conceal your flustered face.

"Thanks!" He smiled proudly and put on a goofy expression.

"I still fail to see what your sister's pregnancy has to do with me."

"Well, you see..." he licked his lips, "Sofía and her boyfriend are constantly talking about baby-stuff, and who in their lives are important to them, and insurances, and dying wills, and things like that - and I guess it kinda made me think about stuff in my life too," he gave out an awkward shrug, shooting you a careful look, "you know... Unresolved matters and so on..."

"...and then you thought about me?" You scoffed.

"Yeah," he nodded carefully, "I miss you."

"Rafael..." you closed your eyes and sighed in disbelief.

"Oof," he winced and it made you open your eyes and look at him. "- could you stop calling me that?" He looked pained, "It's - it's weird!"

"Well it is your name, isn't it?"

"I know, I know... Hearing it from you is just - it's just weird..." he mumbled while rubbing his neck, "only strangers call me by my first name."

"We're practically strangers."

"We are?" He looked taken aback.

You shot him a sideways glance, "yes, we are Rafael," you sighed and watched how his nostrils did an involuntary twitch at the sound of his given name.

He merely grunted while shooting you a weird look.

"What?" You asked incredulously, "you don't agree?"

"No. No, not at all," he shook his head, "I know you."

"Not anymore you don't," you turned back to your drink, stirring it a little just to give your shaking hands something to do.

"I know every freckle of your body..." he said quietly, his voice so full of emotion that it made your heart ache. "I know why you have a scar on your left knee," he continued, "I know all your guilty pleasures. What makes you tick. Your likes. Your dislikes. Of course I realise that we didn't end optimally but you can't pretend that we don't know each other," he ran a hand through his beard.

As soon as the words had escaped his mouth, you shot him an angry look, "we didn't end optimally?!" You hissed at him, "well, it was your fucking choice to end it that way, wasn't it?"

"Ah, so you are still mad at me," He stated flatly, taking in your expression.

You managed to turn off some of the fire you felt in your eyes before you spoke, "No I'm not, Rafael. As I said, I don't care about you at all," you said coldly, "Is that all? Can I go back to my best friend's birthday party now, or are you in the mood to ruin yet another one of my nights?" You shot him a deadpan look.

"I can't force you to talk to me," he said quietly, his eyes huge with disappointment.

"What do you even want to talk about?" Your voice was laced with frustration, "it's been three years! I've moved on - I don't need this, Rafa!" You wanted to smack yourself when you realised that you had let his pet name slip.

"I just want to apologise. Properly..." he said quietly while awkwardly rubbing his elbow, decent enough to let the use of his nickname slide.

"Apologising is not going to change what happened."

"I know... but you still deserve a proper apology from the guy who hurt you."

You gave out a scoff but didn't say anything.

"Look," Rafa continued, "can you please just give me ten minutes alone with you? Some place quiet. Ten minutes and I swear, I'll never talk to you again if you don't want me to. I just want to tell you how sorry I am. I think we both need it."

You weighed the pros and cons. Maybe it would actually be good for you to get some closure so you could finally forget about him? You decided that you might as well try. It'd be nice to stop thinking about him for good. "Fine! You have ten minutes and not a second more!" you said sternly, "but let me be very clear about one thing: I am not doing this for you!"

"I know," he nodded slowly, and followed you to a deserted bench a little away from the rest of the party.

He sat down next to you with a content sound, "Cig?" he asked while holding out a crumbled package.

"I quit," you pushed the package away, your fingers briefly brushing over his. It made him smile slightly but he quickly concealed it by clearing his throat.

"Good for you," Rafa nodded while lighting a cigarette for himself, taking a long drag while looking at you. "So..." he said quietly, "I hear that you finally landed that job you used to work so hard for."

"If you just wanted to smoke cigarettes and small talk, we didn't have to go all the way back here," you crossed your arms.

"Tough crowd," he laughed, "come on. Just humour me for a bit... I miss talking to you."

You scoffed, "you have nine minutes and fourty-five seconds left, Casal."

"Nine minutes and fourty-five seconds," he nodded in agreement, "so... that job of yours - congratulations! Your hard work finally paid off, huh?" He tried again.

"Have you been stalking my linked-in?" You said sourly.

"Nah, Diggs gives me little updates," Rafa chuckled awkwardly, "-or he did for a while at least. Up until about a year ago when he got real angry with me," Rafa clenched his teeth tightly together, looking uncomfortable.

"Diggs got angry?" You said in disbelief. Out of the two, Rafa was definitely the hot-headed one.

"Oh shit, yeah!" He nodded with a laugh, "I know it's hard to believe because it's such a rare occurrence but that just made it so much scarier! For a second, I thought he would punch me in the face!"

"Well, that should teach you to keep your abnormally large nose out of my business," you scoffed slightly.

"That's what he said too," Rafa chuckled, "-and that if I wanted to know how you were doing, I should give you a call myself," he sent you a small smile, "- but I knew you would have my balls in a wrench if I suddenly called you up out of the blue."

"Correct."

He smiled, "yet here we are. Talking quietly without screaming at each other. My balls free as ever."

"You're lucky I left my wrench at home today, Casal."

He let out an amused snort and took another drag of the cigarette, "yeah, I can't believe my luck this evening," he smiled without looking at you, "hey, while we're on the subject of updates; I - uhm - I also want to let you know that I heard about your dad. I was very sad to learn about his passing."

You felt a sharp pain in your chest, and you held your arms a little closer to your chest, "Diggs told you about that too, huh?" You mumbled, unable to look Rafa in the eye. Even though little over two years had passed since your dad had died, thinking about him still hurt.

You felt Rafa nod beside you, "Yeah. He called me right after it happened... I know your dad meant a great deal to you. Meant a great deal to me too to be honest..." he sighed.

"I know..." you thought of the special bond the two men had always shared. Even long before you and Rafa had fallen in love, your dad had hoped that you would end up together.

"I was seconds away from flying home to see him off at the funeral, you know - but given how you and I ended things, I didn't think you should deal with me on top of losing your dad..." he shot you a sideways glance.

You decided not to tell Rafa about how you had woken up on the morning of the funeral, wishing that he had been there. Wishing that everything had magically gone back to normal overnight. Instead, you merely mumbled, "you should've come. My dad would've loved that... He always liked you."

"Yeah, I liked him too," Rafa nodded, "I still think about him every time I hear a terrible joke or see someone in a Laker's shirt."

"Oh god, all those fucking shirts," you groaned and thought of the hundreds of basketball shirts that your dad had had stacked neatly away in his closet. You couldn't believe that you had completely forgotten about them.

Rafa chuckled, "what did you end up doing with them? I imagine that you donated them in your dad's spirit."

"Naturally," you nodded and felt yourself uncross your arms for the first time since you'd sat down. "My mom kept one, and the orphanage got most but we auctioned off the rarest ones and gave the money to charity. That was what he wanted, you know."

"Ah, what an icon," Rafa sighed, "well, you should be proud of him and the work he did for the community. He was a great man. A proper role model for the bay."

You nodded in agreement while scanning Rafa. It was nice to talk about your dad with someone who knew him but who hadn't seen him fragile and sick. Someone who didn't think of him as his diagnosis, and you realised that for the first time since his passing, things actually seemed fairly back to normal. Sitting side by side with Rafa actually felt welcome and normal. Maybe you'd grant him a couple of minutes more of your time.

Rafa's eyes skirted away from you, and he nervously cleared his throat before he continued, "Uhm... not that it matters but did you - did you ever tell him about what happened between us?"

"My dad? No..." you shook your head with a sad sigh, "he loved you like his own son, and I didn't want to break his heart. So I just told him that we couldn't make the whole long distance-thing work."

"Oh, right... Thanks," Rafa nodded.

"I didn't do it for you."

"Still... I'm glad he didn't get to know that side of me. I'm not so sure he would've liked me if he'd known the truth about how I broke his daughter's heart."

"I'm not so sure either..."

"I - I hated myself after, you know," He looked over at you with a pained expression after a couple of seconds of silence, "I have never regretted anything more in my entire life."

"What? Not going to the funeral?"

"No. You know... What I did..." he said sheepishly.

"Oh..."

"The minute I woke up I - I wanted to undo everything," he looked at you pleadingly, "I felt so fucking terrible. Still do. I can't even think about it without wanting to stab myself. It is without a doubt the worst thing I have ever done, and I am so sorry for the pain it caused you," he said softly, "please understand that I didn't do it because I didn't love you. It wasn't because you weren't enough or something like that. You were perfect to me. I take full responsibility for the fuck-up, and I am so, so horribly fucking sorry!"

"Rafa, it's..." you gulped, the words somehow stuck in your throat. You were having a hard time acting as if his words meant nothing to you.

He carefully put his hand on top of yours before he continued, "do you think we would've been able to work around the long distance if I hadn't...?"

"Please don't..." you whispered and sent him a soft yet warning look, "I don't want to talk about what might've been."

"No, no of course not..." he nodded quietly, "I just - I can't believe it's been three years... Fuck baby I've missed you so bad," he carefully moved his thumb over the back of your hand and searched your face with furrowed eyebrows, "You have no idea of the relief I felt when I finally saw you today," he said quietly.

"Don't do this..." you closed your eyes and whispered.

Rafa continued as if he hadn't heard you, "I know we didn't work out the way neither of us pictured it but that doesn't mean you weren't the best thing that's ever happened to me..." he sounded desperate, and you couldn't look at him. The words he was saying was making you want to fall into his arms, "...I never should've let you go."

"Rafa," you sighed and summoned all your strength and looked into his glossy eyes, "you didn't let me go," your voice barely a whisper, "I broke up with you."

"I know, I know," his voice was oozing with pain, "but I hope you realise that I would've done everything to win you back. I would've come back to California if you'd only asked me to. Fuck the record deal."

"There was a reason why I didn't ask you to come back," you shot him a glance in warning, "you know that."

"Still, I should have done... something."

"You did exactly what I asked of you."

"Yeah... I stayed the fuck away from you," he mumbled. You could tell that he was replaying your last tearful conversation in his mind before he heaved a big gulp of air and glanced over at you with a valiant look in his eyes, "but I've come back to remind you who I really am."

"You don't have to remind me of anything... I remember who you were. What we had."

"Then let me be that guy for you again," he looked at you pleadingly.

"What's the point when you're still 3,000 miles away?" You sighed, "It's not as if we'll happen upon each other at the supermarket and go out for spontaneous coffees."

"Could be," he said with a small shrug, "I - uh - I'm moving back," he nervously ran his fingers through his short hair, "I want to be close to Sofía and the baby - and you."

"You're coming home?" You gulped. You couldn't believe him. Was this a good thing?

"Yes," he breathed, "And I want to try things out with you again. Please give me another chance..." his fingers moved from your hand to your knee. You briefly considered his words while you felt his thumb caress you through the green fabric of your dress. Right now, you were fighting hard to not give in to his embrace and the familiar set of lips in front of you, but you weren't sure how you'd feel about it come morning, so you remained poised.

He sensed your hesitation, however, and carefully put his forehead to yours "come on, baby," he said quietly and softly kissed your cheek, his lips warm against your skin.

"I don't know," you gulped as you involuntarily closed your eyes and breathed him in.

"It's okay," he said with whispered words, the stubble on his chin rough against your cheekbone, "you don't have to give me an answer right away," he gently kissed your jawline while his hand travelled from your kneecap to your fingertips, clearly desperate to remind you of what you could have back if you only agreed to let him in again.

"Rafa, I don't know," you said quietly although it was becoming harder and harder to remain steadfast and ignore his burning lips on your skin.

"Just consider it," he kissed the corner of your mouth, "I'll crawl. I'll beg," he whispered and pursed his lips against yours, "I'll do anything," he moved his body closer to yours, "just consider it," he whispered and placed a particularly gentle kiss to your already buzzing lips, "please baby."

You couldn't help yourself any longer and you involuntarily twitched your lips against his before you felt yourself being completely engulfed by him. The passionate kiss you shared was soft and bittersweet, reminding both of you of what had been.

His hands were caressing your neck and hairline and he hummed into your mouth as he savoured the feeling of finally having you kiss him back. "Fuck I've missed this," he gulped when he broke away and put his forehead to yours, his hand still on your cheek, "does this mean you'll at least consider it?"

"I'm still angry with you," you whispered without really answering his question.

"I know, love..." he caressed your cheek, "I was stupid," he searched your face, "it was a stupid mistake."

"Don't reduce it to a stupid mistake, Rafa," you whispered.

"Poor choice of words," he mumbled, "what I mean to say is that I hope you can forgive it," he placed a soft kiss to your jawline, "- forgive me."

"Even if I did forgive you, how do you expect me to ever trust you again?" You said quietly, and you knew that you couldn't dance around the elephant in the room any longer. "Rafa you had another girl's lips wrapped around your dick not even twenty-four hours after crying in my arms at the airport," you said with a heavy heart and watched him cringe his face at the harsh truth, "twenty-four after you'd sworn you'd do anything to make our relationship work despite the distance."

Rafa was still wincing when he spoke, "not that it's any excuse at all but I was exhausted and drunk and heartbroken," he croaked, "I had just left the love of my life behind in California... and this other girl was suddenly there and she got me high as balls and she-" he sighed without finishing his own sentence, "trust me when I say that it was the worst night of my life," he closed his eyes in a sad attempt at holding the tears at bay.

"Well at least you got a nice blowjob out of it." You smiled humourlessly, "I just wound up with all the lies you threw in my face."

"I never lied to you..." he mumbled, "I came clean as soon as you confronted me."

"How big of you!" you scoffed.

"Baby... I didn't tell you because I was so embarrassed," he gulped, the tears now evident under his green irises, "I wanted to throw myself off a cliff! I knew that if I told you, it would be the definite end of us," he looked at you with huge, bloodshot eyes, "I couldn't do that."

"I need you to understand that the worst part of it wasn't that you cheated on me. The worst part was that you pretended that nothing had happened at all," you couldn't tell whether the tears you felt in the corners of your eyes were from being angry or sad, "Imagine how dumb I felt when Diggs finally broke down and told me what you'd done," you said and Rafa suddenly couldn't hold back the tears any longer either.

"I wanted to tell you. Trust me, I wanted to," he sobbed.

"You had three weeks to say something to me for fuck's sake!"

"I'm so sorry," he whimpered.

"We facetimed every night for three weeks and you didn't say anything! You made a complete fool of me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" his eyes fixed at his own feet.

"Rafa, look at me!" you said in a harsh tone of voice.

Immediately, his red eyes found yours. He looked as ashamed of himself as he possibly could, "I was a coward," he whimpered, "-and I knew didn't deserve you."

"Then what makes you think you deserve me now?" You said coldly.

"I have spent the last three years trying to forget about you and what happened but no matter what I do, you still linger in the back of my mind. Even after all this time you're the only one I can ever see myself with. I always return to you. On sleepless nights, you're dancing on the back of my eyelids. I see you in other girls when I pass them by on the street. You're in all my poetry. All my songs. I think about you constantly. Maybe I don't deserve you but I at least had to try."

"Rafa you broke my heart," you looked him dead in the eye and he visibly gulped, "you betrayed my trust and you did it in the most despicable way I could ever imagine. It's been three years and I still cannot believe that you of all people would do that to me. You were my ride or die."

"I can still be that," he said desperately, clinging on to the last bit of hope he had in him, "I'm still that guy! The guy who cheated on you that wasn't me! I wasn't myself! I'm aware of the agony it caused, and trust me: I've learned from my mistakes," he looked at you resolutely before he whispered, "I'm still your ride or die."

His words made your stomach hurt and you felt the heat rise throughout your body as your throat clenched tightly together. You felt suffocated and stood up from the bench so fast that black spots distorted your vision. "I can't do this!" you said desperately, "it's too much!"

"Okay," he gulped, looking up at you with desperation written across his face.

"I have to go back to the party. Nat expects me to be there for her."

"Alright," he gulped. He was having a hard time concealing his obvious disappointment.

"Don't look at me like that!" you whimpered, "what did you expect? That you could shed a few tears and everything would be alright again?"

"No, of course not..."

"Then don't look so fucking disappointed! You're making me feel like the bad guy and I haven't even done anything!"

"I know," he gulped.

"Yet you still think a drunk conversation erases everything? That I will take you back just because you're feeling sorry? You obviously don't realise the damage you caused."

"Then tell me!" He too stood up from his seat, "I want to make things alright again," he pleaded.

"I don't need you to make things alright again! I was doing just fine before you showed up!"

"Okay, I'm sorry," he sheepishly picked at his own elbow, "I just thought that maybe you felt the same way about me."

"I don't want you back!" You said roughly.

As soon as the harsh words had escaped your lips, you could see the heartbreak on his face; his cheeks paled, his lips quivered, a single tear left his right eye as he looked away. He ran his hand over the corners of his mouth, unable to look directly at you, "right," he said as a fresh set of tears formed in his eyes, "I'm sorry... I - uh - I had to try,” he sobbed although he was fighting to hold his voice steady, “I - uhm - I don't know what to say…”

"Don't say anything..."

"...so this is it?" His eyes found yours, "...for good?"

You nodded slowly but didn't say anything.

You watched how he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly without any words escaping him. He looked flustered, panicked almost when you turned around and stepped away from him. You could hear him panic-shift around behind you but he still didn't talk. He had probably expected you to take him back with open arms - anything but this!

Good. He deserved to fry a little.

And maybe you'd call him tomorrow. Just maybe.

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[sauroff]

Hello! I love your art, especially the way you draw clothes! ❤️

Hello! I'm really happy you think so ♥ Thank you so so much ♥ I've been struggling to not make the answer to this question self depricating, because I don't think my designs are good. I'm technically a fashion designer (studied that, have a degree on it, worked as a designer on a kid's brand) so my expectations for my own creations are a bit different. But you are telling me that you like them, a wonderful cosplayer choose my Annatar design to cosplay, and another wonderful person has commissioned me to desing some clothes for their Middle Earth characters. So, it'd be very rude to talk badly about my designs. Instead of that, I'm gonna share some part of my designing process and some details I've put in them under the cut ♥

Ok, the only characters I actually sat down to design once I finished reading The Silm where the feanorians. All the rest have kinda came from those designs (in design we would call them "Diseño rector". I don't have the english term for that). First skecthes of them were this tiny thumnails

I changed these a lot. But I kept some elements. Specially from Maglor's first design and Amrod's. Curufin's smith clothes ended up being Celebrimbror's usual clothes (with much less detail becase I have never drawn a not meme version of him with clothes). The general idea was to keep Feanor and Nerdanel with more royal like clothes while, at the same time, making Feanors clothes not to flowy or flashy, more like confortable to move around, because he was more into travelling and crafting rather than politics. Fingolfin's clothes for example are similar, but have long sleeves and, if I ever were to draw him again, I'd add more layers to his clothes

Maedhros was meant to have a mix of warrior clothes and formal ones, like he is a fighter, but also a prince and diplomat. I only used that like, once. After that, I opted for casual, western like clothes, that are meant to look more modest. Like he is, you know, traveling around and tired of his family and problems. And, most importantly...he wears lots of blue, because he is closer to the nolofinweans. He wore more red in Valinor, but started using more and more blue after Thangorodrim.

First Curufin there was more heavily armored, because I felt he was more violence-inclined. But I ended up discarding that in favor of more forge friendly clothes as I realized he was more of a manipulation guy, but not a fancy one. Not gonna lie, only drew him like twice, so I haven't worked to much on him. He wears only red.

Celegorm changed a lot. He was meant to have a more western look, and use lots of leather, but still look well dressed. Now I draw him with minimum clothing (still more leather and fur than the rest, tho) because he just doesn't care. He also wears all red, but in a more muted tone and a tiny bit more maroon/brownish

Maglor is the one that changed the least. He was meant to be dressed in a similar fashion than Nerdanel, both for personal views of his gender and to point out that he is more kin to her, for me. Both him and Caranthir have more formal and very not-practical outfits to show that they aren't that much into fighting and moving around, even if they did those. But Maglor in particular doesn't wear red at all. I use both green a blue for him. In this case, is not related to his cousins, but the sea. The only time I used red for him was when I drew him in full armor.

Caranthir uses the same kind of clothes as Maglor, but in his case is to look fancier. I use reddish purples for him, since purple is usually associated with wealth, and also separates him from all the rest.

(also, yes, his hair is dark red. This was mostly because I usually have a hard time telling him apart from Curufin. I thought it would be easier like that, but instead got very confused tags hahaha)

Photo limit doesn't allow to show the changes on the ambarussa, but let's just say that I only drew him once, and went for VERY simple clothes, more like Mae's, in the same colors too. And finally, Celebrimbor. He is dressed basically like Curufin, always very simple, comfortable and modest. It's more about he as a creator than a leader. I Have thought of some fancies clothes for him, but never got around to draw them yet because I like showing his arms way too much. He dresses much like Curufin, uses his hair like him and Feanor (because it reflects on their common necessity of having forge friendly looks), but would NEVER wear anything red or gold. The reason I went for blue is both because of how he rejected his lineage and because of the time he spent in Gondolin.

And yep, that's all. Like, I had drawings of actual, well done references of Annatar's outfits, or like 10 designs option sketches I did for Thranduil, but decided to write a thesis about these guys. And worst of all, I'm not spell checking this, so it's going to be a mess.

If you read all of this nonsense: i love you. Thank you.

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