#i like clashing colours sometimes thank you

[thedustyleaves]

Sorry if you’ve answered this before, but I really love how your illustrations have such a cohesive color palette, how do you pick your colors to have a certain theme without looking monochromatic?

(In your breakdown on the saloon/western BP illustration, you mentioned that the overall color was reddish brown so you added blue to the main group to set them apart. But like how did you decide on which reddish brown colors to use for the flats?)

Thank you!! Your art is really expressive and the colors always work so well in the illustration. I’m always in awe of your pics

That’s an excellent question! My drawings actually start out pretty monochromatic because I tend to put most of my effort into the lighting and shading part to help differentiate where I want people to look.

For all of my pieces, I want my characters to be in focus. So no matter what, I always have to keep their main colors in mind and make sure their outfits and the background don’t clash with them (Kain’s red hair tends to be a problem, pft).

For my flats, I generally work with two main colors that tend to contrast each other and then I mix a lot of neutrals around them. (Sometimes the main colors are in the light and shading itself, but I’ll just focus on the flats!).

Sometimes, I will change the hue of their colors. So while Kain has bright orange hair, I will dull it down if it overwhelms the piece or doesn’t fit with the tone - like I did for the cowboy drawing - but never so much that it no longer looks like him.

With the cowboy drawing as an example, if I strip it down to my flats, it instantly becomes very dull and monochromatic. I really enjoy working with these colors because they’re easy on the eyes (or my eyes specifically) and I can see the difference in subtle hues a lot better than if they were very high in contrast. I like working with subtleties when I want background characters to become a single unit but still be separated as individual people.

When I picked the colors for the background, I wanted to separate the characters from the walls. Therefore, I kept the walls red and gold, and the characters brown - they’re still within the same warm-colored family, but they’re far enough away from each other that they don’t become one with each other. I also like to not have clothes from different characters blend together, so overlapping colours can't be the same. I made one coat lighter than the other, the glove warmer than the dark jacket, and so on.

(their coats are also in the same realm as the green/gold colour of the details for the curtains and the frames on the walls)

For the paintings I actually chose to put a bit of blue and green in to help create some interest for the main characters and keep your eyes around that area, as it matches the blue they’re wearing, just a whole lot darker. It also makes them pop just enough so they look interesting against the wall, but not enough to overshadow the main characters

I know, because of the way I work with layers, that when I add my overlays, I automatically brighten and saturate the colors a lot. It’s a lot easier for me to saturate something “dull” and move it into all kinds of hues than saturating something already high in contrast and then trying to force it into a new color theme.

But because of this, I usually have to go back and change the colors I work with constantly while the overlays are on. Since the overlays don’t know what sort of materials they’re laying on top of, everything gets lighter and washed out, so dark skin tones, hair, and clothes have to be corrected one by one afterward. If I were to remove the overlays after I corrected it to make it feel like a dark blue outfit on Raki, it’s basically just a black void now; but with the overlay, it’s a dark blue outfit. Before that, he simple blended in with the background too much and he didn’t feel like he was a part of the group either. 

I always try to put down colors how I imagine they’re going to look like, unaffected by light, but I’m also naturally drawn toward more earthy and warm tones, so all of my color choices will tend to lean that way.

Here’s another example of main colours vs. neutrals; the main colours are red and green/turquoise, with dark browns and greys to encapsulate them, and gold for accents or to make certain things pop (the chair, Dakon’s dark coat, etc.).

I never want them all to wear the exact same color, but I want them to feel connected and be in the same 'colour family,' so Dakon and Kain have nearly the same dark red/brown, and Christie and Raki have nearly the same 'bright'/red.

The blacks and browns, I’ve kept warm as well, so they stay within that realm of red. I also make sure that none of them are too close to Kain’s hair since he’s in the middle of the piece, and I want your eyes to be drawn toward the middle, and his orange hair helps with that.

The paintings I basically do not care too much about, as long as each individual painting has a single dominating colour. I mute them down with a darker overlay and ensure they don’t have strong shadows and light, so they get pushed to the background, so despite being a bunch of different colours, each painting feels like a solid color and they’re still cast in the same light as the rest of the piece, so they feel like they belong in the same room.

I try to help move the eye around the piece as well, so I keep the big painting sort of in the same realm of red and brown as the main characters, because it’s so big it shouldn’t dominate with a new color and force interest toward it. The blue/purple ones melt in with the background as they’re close to the turquoise background, but without disappearing, the yellow ones work sort of like the gold accents and blend in with the frames, and the green paintings at the top give the illusion of a monochrome fade, so everything gets more eerie and green as the image goes up - there’s also a subtle green fade that affects the gold accents from the top down, to enhance that effect.

This is just a few examples, if there are any pieces in particular you were thinking of, and it’s neither of these, just let me know, and I can break those down as well!

Thank you for the question; I hope I answered it somewhat, and thank you for the kind words! <3

#asks #tutorial

[megu-meow]

3 words, 8 letters - Fushiguro Megumi

megumi x fem. reader

Summary: 4 times Megumi shows you he loves you + 1 time he actually says those 3 words to you.

Fushiguro Megumi is not too good with feelings. After loosing way too many people he loved in his life, he began avoiding real, deep connections with others, knowing that his line of work was a cruel one, drenched in grief and sorrow.

When he met you he didn't expect to change his opinion on love and relationships, but you were like a ray of sunshine in his gloomy life. You had so much positivity and such a strong will to live life to the fullest, he sometimes even found it annoying. He thought you were an idiot and dumb for having such a optimistic view, but as he started getting to know you better, he learned that you were intelligent, heck, he thought you were the smartest person he has met so far. One night, when the two of you were finishing up your long study session in the empty library of Jujutsu Tech he collected the courage to ask you how you could approach life with such positivity even though you knew how cruel this world really was.

"It's easy, silly!" you answered with a wide grin, your joy never faltering "In a world like ours, in which sorrow produces ugly monsters that hurt people, I'd prefer not harming others by being negative."

That was the moment Fushiguro Megumi realised he was in love with you. But how the hell was he supposed to tell you that?

One.

It was the fifth time you sneezed in the last seven minutes. Your voice was deeper and raspier than normally and your usual vibrant eyes were dull and filled with fatigue. It didn't matter though, you didn't want to reject Megumi when he asked you to study with him in the library.

"I told you to bring your jacket yesterday and you didn't listen." he says, his voice laced with irritation and something you couldn't quite comprehend "Now you're sick."

You roll your eyes at his pettiness, but you quickly close them as they are hurting from the fever you're developing. Your head is hurting like crazy, your nose is stuffy, your throat feels like you swallowed a handful of needles, but you couldn't care less. You wanted to spend time with Megumi, even if it was just to study. Suddenly, he slams his textbook shut, starting to gather his things. You look at him with sadness in your eyes and he glances at you, while he keeps showing his things into his backpack.

"I'm taking you back to your room, you should be in bed, resting." he says without looking at you and you pout, genuinely sad about your time together coming to end so soon. You know he is right, you need to get better as soon as possible, there are not enough sorcerers out there and even if you're only a Grade 2, you are needed for smaller missions. That doesn't change the fact that you haven't seen Megumi for more that 10 minutes in the last couple of weeks as both of you were busy with missions, your schedules clashing. You'd rather spend time with him than lay in your bed alone, even if the fever ends up killing you.

He helps you gather all your stuff, taking your tote bag and carrying it as he considers you too weak to carry it in your current situation. You observe the cute fabric bag with colourful kittens on it as he puts it on his shoulder. It looks odd on him, which causes you to giggle. His cheeks redden at the sound of your titter and he looks away, not wanting you to notice. But you do and you think he's adorable.

As soon as you arrive to your room, he tucks you into bed, he leaves, without saying a word and you sigh in disappointment, even though you didn't think it would happen otherwise. However, thirty minutes later he is back with a steaming bowl of okayu, some ginger-lemon tea and a handful of medicine he got from Shoko. He stays with you while you eat and watches you carefully as you take the medicine. He gets up again and walks into your bathroom and he comes back with wet cloth and he places it on your burning forehead.

"Thank you, Fushiguro." you say weakly, you were becoming more and more tired from the fever and the medication you just took.

"No worries." he says nonchalantly "You can call me Megumi, you know?" he asks as he starts playing a movie on your laptop that he carefully places on your nightstand, knowing that you fall asleep faster when something's playing in the background.

"Thank you, Megumi." you whisper, already drifting off to sleep.

The next couple of days he keeps on bringing you food and medicine, he spends time with you, so that you wouldn't get bored. He takes a set of notes for you in class, so you wouldn't be so far behind and every time he leaves you for the night he places a small peck on your forehead followed with the words "Get healthy by tomorrow."

Two.

Megumi is the middle of training with Gojo, he's been slammed to the ground for the seventh time by the tall sorcerer, but he's not giving up. He wants to be stronger and he is willing to work hard for that, even if he has to spend another two and a half hours in the infirmary while Shoko treats him, for the third night in a row. However, the silence of the training room is interrupted by the ringing of his phone and he knows it's you by the ringtone. Yes, he has a different ringtone for you, and you only. He sprints to the device and answers it quickly, knowing that it must be important, otherwise you wouldn't call at this late hour. You were more of a texter anyway, the situation is worrisome for more than one reason.

"What's up?" he asks and he's panting slightly. You're slightly surprised, you thought he would be asleep already. He is very serious about maintaining his strict sleep schedule and usually he would already be in bed at this hour.

"Can you talk to me on the phone while I walk back to school, please? I thought a midnight run to the grocery store to get some snacks was a good idea, but there are some dubious people around here and I'm kinda scared." you explain and he can hear your hurried footsteps.

"Where exactly are you?" you give him some directions and he listens carefully.

"You're not that far away. I'm in the middle of something and I can't really leave, but I'll send someone to get you. Text me as soon as you get back though." he explains and hangs up the phone. He quickly summons his demon dogs.

"Go get Y/n and bring her back safely." he says and the two creatures quickly run out, leaving for their quest to find you.

Gojo observes the way Megumi acts and he knows. He recognises the worry in his eyes, he observes his fingers fidgeting and the way he keeps glancing at his phone, waiting for your text, that you're safe. Gojo knows Megumi is head over heels for you.

Three.

Megumi picked up a new, annoying habit - according to Nobara. Lately, Gojo started pairing you on missions and based on your techniques and skill, he opted for you and Yuji to go together and the other two as the second duo. Megumi wasn't pleased about this at all, lately the two of you had little to no time to spend together and you were seemingly getting closer and closer to Yuji. However, he still wanted to show you that you were on his mind so he started looking for souvenirs to bring back to you from every single on of his missions. Nobara was forced to tag along as he carefully analysed the items of 5 different stores in Yokohama, looking for the perfect gift for you. Sometimes he would get you a new pen or hair tie, sometimes he would bring chocolate or other sweets, but he usually opted for flowers. This time he wanted something new, something different so the process of choosing his gift was longer than expected.

"For the love of god, please just choose something already! She's gonna be happy whatever it is, she's already in love with you..." Nobara whines, annoyed by the indecisiveness of the raven-haired idiot.

"What???? How do you know that?" he ask frantically.

"Please, Fushiguro, everyone knows that." she answers rolling her eyes.

"Did she tell you that?"

"No, of course not. She's the most secretive person I know, she doesn't talk about her feelings."

Megumi thinks back on all your conversations and he can recall numerous instances where you've expressed and talked about your feelings in detail.

"That's not true, we always talk about that kind of stuff." he says, contradicting Nobara.

"Exactly! That's why I'm telling you, she's in love with you. Now, get her a bouquet of flowers like you usually do and go tell her you love her and bring an end to our misery."

That night, Megumi walks to your dorm with a box of strawberry flavoured chocolate pralines. He finds you sprawled out on your bed and you smile tiredly as soon as you spot him leaning into the doorframe.

"You look exhausted." he states, his lips are curved into a soft smile, one that shows more and more when he gets to spend time with you.

"I am, but I always have the energy to spend time with you, Megumi."

He walks up to and hands you the chocolate and observes as a faint blush paints the apple of your cheeks a soft pink as you accept them.

"Why do you keep spoiling me like this?" you ask curiously.

"Because you deserve it, Y/n." he says, slowly pushing a loose strand of hair behind you ear "Now, go to sleep, we have a long day tomorrow."

"We?"

"Yeah, Gojo said we're going on a mission together."

"Oh, thank god! I am so over going on missions with Yuji, he's crazy. I'd much rather go with you."

Megumi smiles as he shuts your door behind him. He's gonna tell you how he feels soon.

Four.

You're both Grade 1 sorcerers. Apparently, the mission Gojo sent the two of you on was so that you could be promoted to a higher grade. It was a difficult one, but you and Megumi figured it out with your wit and your insane chemistry in battle. The moment your teacher announces your advancement on the ranking of Jujutsu Sorcerers you trow yourself at Megumi, hugging him tightly. You're not thinking straight, it just comes naturally and he is a bit startled at first, but he leans into it. It's nice, warm and cozy. He can smell the sweet scent of your shampoo more intensely than ever and he enjoys the way you cling into him. He's not huge on physical touch, but he could get used to this. And he does. He starts hugging you more frequently, he leans his head on your shoulder when you're cramped in Ijichi's car, he puts his hand on the small of your back when you're walking around a busy street so you won't get lost. If these small touches were coming from any other boy, it wouldn't be a big deal. However, this is Megumi. The boy who's always serious, stoic and never lets anyone into his two meter radius.

"You know that Megumi never hugged anyone in his life, right?" Gojo asks as he stands next to you, looking out to the training field, where Yuji and Megumi keep whacking each other with nunchucks. "Or at least not since he was seven."

"Are you for real, Sensei?" you ask in disbelief.

"Yeah. Not even his sister." he observes as you take in the new information. You are smiling like an idiot and he's glad to see that you're just as smitten for the boy he raised as he is for you. "I have a feeling things are gonna change for the better soon, so I'm gonna ask you to do a favour for me, Y/n-chan. Please take care of Megumi. He has a fragile heart, he's been through a lot, so try not to break him even more, okay?"

You nod very seriously and Gojo's smile widens. He winks at you from behind his glasses and he starts walking towards the two boys with the intention of breaking up their fight.

"One more thing..." he turns back to face you "If you're gonna do anything you're not supposed to, please use protection, I don't want to be a grandfather just yet."

+One.

You were sitting on your bed, watching movies with Megumi. He recently finished reading the Lord of the Rings trilogy, knowing they were your favourite books in the world. He didn't usually read fiction, but you convinced him to do otherwise thins once. He couldn't say no to your puppy eyes and your pouty face so he picked up the first book. He admitted after the first few chapters that he was enjoying it and he read the whole series in a short amount of time. You were watching the movies now and suddenly Megumi put his head on your lap, watching the action happening on the screen intently. He was tired, but he didn't want to admit it. If he said anything, he would be forced back into his room and into his cold bed and he would much rather spend time with you. He didn't expect your finger to slowly start running though his hair, massaging his scalp soothingly. He could feel his eyes dropping, on the verge of falling asleep.

"I love you." he muttered unconsciously and your eyes widened as you processed his confession.

"I love you too, Megumi." you said with a wide grin on your face as you observed his pink lips curving into a smile. Suddenly, he jolted up, his eyes wide as he looked at you in shock.

"What did you just say?"

"I said I love you too."

"Are you for real?"

"Of course, silly. Why would I joke about something like this?!"

He swears his next move was on instinct as his hands cupped your face, pulling you closer in a sweet and loving kiss. It took a long time for Megumi to finally mutter those three words to you, although his confession was always evident from his actions. Talking about his feelings was never easy for him, but he swears he's going to keep repeating those three words just to see you smile that bright as the first time he told you 'I love you'.

#jjk imagine #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi imagine #megumi fluff #jjk megumi #megumi is in love

[angelsworks]

Happy Birthday Klaus Mikaelson x Pinkie Pie! Reader

Type: Challenge One shot

Challenge Masterlist -> Here

Summary: You celebrate Klaus’ birthday, much to his displeasure.

Warnings: Nothing really , mentions of violence

If you could do anything for anyone it would be making them feel special. In a world practically bursting with people, it’s easy for some to fall through the cracks. Into the lonely abyss of forgotten. While you enjoy time to yourself, sometimes it’s too much.

The feeling of not being connected to anyone had deeply upset you since you were young. Maybe it was friends never trying with your relationship, or busy parents or teachers never bothering to learn your name because of your quiet nature. All of it combined really brought you down.

Until it didn’t and it instead pissed you off. You channeled how you felt to become more sociable in high school, using it as your chance to start again. You spoke with everyone no matter the clique or social status. Determined that no one in your reach would feel like you.

Naturally this filtered into celebrating birthdays. Whether it was bringing in presents or cards to any and everyone you’d spoken to. People in your class, in your after school groups, on your street. By sophomore year you’d cemented your position as the peppy party planner who was always the life of the party.

You’d kept that up all the way till senior year. Happy to make others happy. You kept a list of everyone birthday. Always staying on top of them. So why did everyone expect you to exclude Klaus Mikaelson from your list?

“I just don’t get it, how do you even know his birthday?” Caroline asked, before stabbing a piece of cake on her paper plate.

You smile as you pack away some blue solo cups, “I know everyone’s birthday.”

The blonde gives you a questioning look.

You laugh, “Maybe I’ve got some Bennet blood in my veins and I’m psychic.” You muse.

Caroline rolls her eyes, “When you can light candles with your mind let me know.”

“If I could, I still wouldn’t be able to put enough candles on Klaus’ cake.” The party had been for one of the girls in your art class. She’d asked if you’d help make it a memorable birthday and you could do nothing but deliver.

“I just don’t know if it’s a good idea. There’s all that stuff that happened with him and what if he like, I dunno, kills you?”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes at your friend. “That was ages ago. Now him and Elena are practically on speaking terms. Rebekah had no problem when I brought her a cake.”

Caroline chokes on the freshly frosted piece of blue birthday cake. One you’d made especially for Emily. From the rest of the decorations and the dress code, anyone could tell that was her favourite colour.

“Rebekah Mikaelson? She’s crazy. The amount of times she’s tried to kill me, to kill Elena.” She starts to rant.

It was true the Mikaelsons had brought trouble into town with them. Klaus was desperate for Elena’s blood, ready to kill anyone who stopped him. He and his family often clashed with Caroline and her friends. Occasionally you too, yet you tried to stay out of it.

After all parties had gotten what they wanted, with much mediation on Elijah’s part and changing of the a spell on Bonnie’s, they managed to reach an agreement.

“It was all smoother over, what it not?” You ask her, still busy packing away decorations. “Aren’t you meeting Elena today?”

Caroline raises her eyebrows in shock and practically throws her cake down. She takes a napkin to wipe her face, then starts to collect her stuff.

“You are totally right. Elena wants me to help Jenna pick out an outfit for her and Ricks anniversary.” She tells you.

“Thank you so much for this. Just be safe with Klaus okay. Don’t do anything reckless.” You wave her off, finally being able to stack boxes of party supplies together.

You say your goodbyes and watch the blonde hurry off. It doesn’t take long to pack all the items away. You see Emily before you leave. She’s clearly having a good time, with more than juice in her solo cup. She slurs her goodbye and thanks you extensively, at one point wrapping her arms around you in a jumble of a hug.

For Klaus’ cake you decided to go simple. Well simple ish. It was a plain enough cake that said happy birthday in white buttercream. It was covered in a blue fondant. When you finish you realise how boring it looks. While you don’t want to push your limits with this cake, you also want to go above and beyond for Klaus.

You’d heard of his tales, of what he’d done in the past. You’d also seen him around town. Always alone. It seemed he didn’t have all that many friends, outside of his siblings. Even they didn’t act like friends.

It reminded you of how you felt all those years ago. Alone and sad. Lonely in a town so small you’d bump into teachers all the time. Sometimes in the most inconvenient locations.

So you added extra details. You fashioned a brush and paint pallet out of fondant. Arranging it carefully on top of the cake. When you were satisfied with your work you put the cake in the box and in the fridge.

You wrote out a card and packed his present in a small bag. The present in question was a pack of small canvases and brushes. You knew he liked to paint. Once you’d seen his work on the wall of the Mikaelsons house. It was a large piece, portraying a field of flowers and a serene sky filled with the colours of a sunset. It was truly marvellous.

Yet it got you thinking, what about little canvases? Little piece of work that wouldn’t be as large a project, but could require just as much detail and precision for the small space.

Eyes wide and lips pulled up to smile brightly, you walked through the door of the bar. It was a little difficult with the large cake in your hands and present and card bag dangling from your arm, but your managed. You searched for Klaus, finding the man in a booth in a the corner of the bar. He sat alone of course, nursing a glass of scotch.

He didn’t look up when you walked towards his table. The bar was fairly empty and he was clearly in his own world.

You place the cake down on the table, then pulled the bag of your arm, placing it down next to it. Then you sit opposite him in the booth, moving the items on the table aside slightly so you can see Klaus.

Klaus’ eyebrows knit together in confusion. He knew you of course. Noticed you at his family’s ball and around town. He’d heard Rebekah gushing about you to Elijah. Talking about how happy she’d been when you brought her a cake and made her feel special.

“What all this Love?” He asks. You try not to let the pet name mean anything. While Klaus is an extremely attractive person you’re here for a purpose.

“Happy birthday!” You smile wildly then pull out a party blower from your pocket, giving it a blow. Much to the other patrons (not that there are many) displeasure.

He lets a small smile grow on his face, “Sorry love, but I think birthdays stop counting after you move into a four digits age.”

You shake your head, “No way. If you’re immortal then so is your birthday buddy.”

“Buddy?” He asks incredulous.

You push the bag towards him. To which he cautiously peels back the the tissue paper and pulls out the contents.

“They’re mini canvases.” You tell him. Then explain how you’ve see his work - which you think was really beautiful - and how you though painting a smaller canvas would be a different challenge and a change for him. He nods along. Almost entranced by what you’re saying.

“That’s really thoughtful, love. Thank you. I can’t remember the last time anyone celebrated my birthday.” He told you earnestly. Genuinely so appreciative of your kind gesture.

“Well that’s a real shame Klaus.” For a moment your eyes connect and you feel rooted in place. You try not to blush so instead move on to remove the cover of his cake.

“Now don’t get too upset, but there aren’t any candles on your cake. I think it would be a little difficult to fit over 1000 candles on there.” He laughs. Eyes move to appraise the cake. They widen in surprise at the detail on the cake and the paint pallet and paintbrush you’ve created.

“This looks amazing love. Thank you.” It’s the first time you’ve seen Klaus Mikaelson smile. It’s genuine and lights his face. For a moment he doesn’t look like some scary vampire. He looks like a man enjoying his birthday.

“Happy Birthday Klaus Mikaelson. Have a great day.” You say, reaching a hand out to his own.

Time seems to slow as you stare into his eyes. Your hands entwine and your heart skips a beat. You notice how there’s some green in his dark blue eyes. For a moment they shine gold.

It’s enough to bring you out of your daze. You move to stand only for Klaus to stop you.

“Aren’t you staying for a piece?”

#angelsworks post #klaus mikaelson headcanon #TVD #klaus x reader #mlp au #mlp challenge #klaus Mikaelson x reader #tvd oneshot #klaus mikaelson one shot

[nerves-nebula]

Haiii ^~^ I'm read up on Loose stitches now and just wanted to mention that I like Dotty's design! It stands out from the other characters, if that makes sense? Like, while your art style in Loose Stitches isn't lineart-heavy, Dotty's hair consists of squiggles. Or the fact that it's grey and the other characters are colourful. Sets it apart :)

It is so shaped also. I love its stick limbs

THANK YOUUU!! I sometimes think of Dotty as, like, an Advanced Stick Figure. like Stick Figure+ haha. i want Dotty to stand out but also like, not clash too much with Mottlesongs kind of cartoonish vibes and LUCKILY a stick figure stands out for being. a gray stick figure. but blends in for being kind of cartoonish in a world of cartoony looking weirdos. so that's good :) anyway here's a drawing of Dotty signing- JUST for you (not directed at you tho this was just the first sentence I could see Dotty saying)

This also might say I dislike you, and also it might be the wrong version of hate. Sorry lol I’m still on ASL 1 😔

#nnstuff #ask #asks are sweethearts #nnoc #dotty #nnart #loose stitches related #it uses ASL cuz thats the one im most familiar with #but in universe it's called something else lol

[femininenachos]

Just wanted you to know that sometimes I think about your grumpy Scottish Lexa and newcomer Dr. Clarke, and it makes me smile. Cheers!

I think about them all the time! (Thank you).

Here’s a tiny nsfw-ish snippet:

Lexa asks Clarke about back home, her family, what they think of her running off to a remote island, an entire ocean away.

“My mom thinks I’m here to snag myself a brooding Scottish hunk. She has this stupidly romantic notion of me marrying some lord of the manor or clan chieftain or whatever.”

Lexa hums, the backs of her knuckles drifting down Clarke’s flank, over the curve of her hip, and Clarke shivers at the touch, wriggling closer.

“Not a chieftain, but I do come from a long military tradition.” A hint of pride edges into Lexa’s tone. “My ancestors took up arms against the English during the Jacobite rebellion.”

Clarke is largely ignorant about that part of history, and what she has gleaned was basically just a byproduct of lusting over the leads in Outlander. Still, her interest is well and truly piqued.

“Does that mean you have, like, a family tartan? Because I, for one, would love to see you in a kilt.”

Tongue poking into her cheek, she takes a moment to appreciate the mental image of Lexa with plaid wrapped snugly around her hips. If that wasn’t delicious enough, it’s even better when she inserts herself into this fantasy scenario, her hands slowly inching the rough wool up Lexa’s toned thighs, determined to find out if that rumour about true Scots going commando has any real basis in fact...

“We do but, believe me, it’s ugly. The most hideous combination of colours ever woven into cloth,” Lexa says. Her lips twist slightly. “My grandfather dons the full Highland regalia for every family wedding. There’s a reason he never gets included in any of the official photos of the big day. Can’t have him clashing with the bridesmaids.”

Clarke runs her eyes over Lexa. “I bet you could pull it off.”

“You overestimate me, Clarke.”

“Doesn’t matter. It wouldn’t stay on for long.”

Lexa’s eyes flash dark at that. The little smirk that tugs at the corner of her mouth grows more pronounced and Clarke is immensely pleased to be the one to coax it out of Lexa.

“Anyway,” Lexa deflects, hand skimming up Clarke’s side then sliding over her ribs to cup her breast. Lexa makes a soft sound of appreciation and Clarke matches it with a quiet groan, fingers clinging to the nape of Lexa’s neck; a silent encouragement in the gentle squeeze she gives, urging Lexa on. Warm lips find her clavicle, Lexa’s next words whispered against her skin between hot puffs of breath. “Will your mother be dreadfully disappointed you found a brooding lassie instead?”

Clarke wonders if Lexa feels the way her heart starts to hammer at the implication. She tries to play it cool, as much as she can when those eyes are peering at her, still hazy with lust and something deeper that it’s much too soon to put a name to.

She wets her bottom lip. Offers a tiny shrug. “She’ll come around to the idea eventually.”

#asks #stramash #Scottish island au

[random-delights]

Agate

Name: Agate

Age: 24

Bio: Nicknamed the Falcon of Brodia due to her speed and strike in battle with her sword, she is a dedicated captain of Brodia. She has the tendency to nap wherever she pleases due to her overexerted energy during battles and training, giving it her all. She calls Diamant “Didi” and will also grace you with a nickname without asking.

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Note: "Sparkles" is Agate's nickname for Alear :' )

Ally Notebook

Initial Page;

Initial Class: Swordmaster

Birthday: August 02

Basic Info: Known for her agility in battle, she is a strong captain of Brodia who takes great pride in her duty to Diamant and Alcryst. She joined the Divine Dragon’s army to fight for the same cause.

C Rank;

Likes: Woodcraft, Training, Games, Diamant & Alcryst (Brodian comrades too), Music, Her blanket, Loyalty

Dislikes: Being tired, Anyone who makes Alcryst cry, Fashion, Her older brother, Snooty people

B Rank;

Hobbies: Training and exercising

Talents: Carving wooden miniatures 

Background: Born in a small town in Brodia, she was raised by a family with a skilled father in woodcrafting. Her father suffered from an injury that required him to work less than he was capable of. It wasn’t until her older brother suddenly left their family to go on a trip alone exploring the world. This left Agate furious over her inconsiderate brother, and took it upon herself to take care of their parents. Learning that joining the Brodia army can provide the support for her parents, she took up her father’s sword and charged into the Brodian castle demanding a fight with Damiant, only to accidentally walk upon a small Alcryst (of course, sending him to a fit of sobbing that drew Damiant’s attention). Ever since then, she has become a loyal and diligent captain known as the Falcon of Brodia due to her agility and endurance.

A Rank;

Height: 5′5″

Ring Size: 7 | N 1/2

Personality: Dedicated to her role as a  captain of the Brodian army, she can be loud in personality and loves to take on challenges of all kinds. When her energy is spent, she knocks out into a nap, sometimes even on the spot. She is loyal and caring to her close comrades and is always there to look after them. Has napped the most in the army. 

Supports:

Alfred

Louis

Diamant

Alcryst

Citrinne

Lapis

Amber

Jade

Zelkov

Kagetsu

Goldmary

Fogado

Pandreo

Panette

Merrin

Seadall

Mauvier

Nel

Rafal

Lila (oc)

Battle Quotes

When Selected:

“Ready and willing” (Full Health)

“For Brodia” (Full Health)

“Send me forward!” (Medium Health)

“Let me at them!” (Low Health)

Critical Attack:

“I will cut you down.”

“This is your end!”

“Meet my blade with honour!”

“Pick your prayers.”

Defeated Enemy:

“That was disappointing.”

“Over so soon?”

“Time to nap, I guess.”

“What a privilege it’s been.”

“May we cross blades again in the afterlife.”

Ally Heals:

“T-thank you…”

“I will return the favour!”

“This is embarrassing…”

Emblem Engage:

“Emblem Engage!”

“Forward together!”

Post-Battle Exploration

Chapter-Specific: 

“Don’t let the nickname Falcon of Brodia stick too much…I don’t really like it, but it makes Diamant and Alcryst smile, so I can't complain.” (Chapter 8: Kingdom of Might)

“We should hurry, Divine One. I’m afraid of what will face us in Elusia…I have a bad feeling about this.” (Chapter 9: A Clash of Forces)

“I must remain by Diamant and Alcryst’s side…especially during this time.” (Chapter 10: The Fell Dragon Sombron)

“I know Brodia and Elusia have been at each other’s throats…but this…I would never wish this upon anyone.” (Chapter 19: The Dead Town)

Battle-Specific:

“What’s this? Afraid I’ve lost my edge? Nonsense. Put me back out there!” (Not Deployed)

“Is that all? We’re just getting started! Bring it on!” (Deployed Numerously)

Location-Specific: 

“I’m not one for traveling, that’s more of my useless brother’s type of gig, y’know. But I must admit…the views are great to take in.” (Default)

“Who knew all these colours existed? No wonder people from Firene are so happy.” (Florra Mill Town)

“See that pillar supporting that part of the bridge? I climbed that, but Diamant sent guards to bring me back. He was worrying too much, if you ask me.” (The Grand Crossing)

“Welcome to our home. Impressive, isn’t it?” (Brodia Castle)

“I wish I had my trust blanket with me, the winds here are brutal. ” (Fort on the Border)

“Every nation has its wonders, eh?” (Destinea Cathedral)

“Sparkles! A group of people over there let me join their singing. Come! You should join us!” (Oasis Village)

“This place is really cool, I wouldn’t mind living here. Wait, don’t tell Diamant I said that. Please.” (Solm Palace)

Somniel

In Somniel:

“My brother would have loved to visit here…hm? Oh, nevermind. It’s nothing important.” (Default)

“Sparkles-! Have you seen the weapons? Which one do you want? I can get it for you and we can spar!” (Plaza)

“I’m not picky on food, I will eat anything, even twigs. Citrinne sometimes worries about me because of it. She’s such a worrywart.” (Café Terrace)

“Want to join me, Sparkles? Water’s good!” (Pool)

“The fruit here is so good! Wait—what do you mean we’re not allowed to eat the fruit off the trees here?!” (Orchard)

“I never fish myself, but I do accompany Diamant and Alcryst from time to time. They sure love their fishing.” (Pond)

“Sparkles! Good timing, want to train together? This is the best time to do it!” (Training Yard)

“Did you know this is a great spot for napping? You should try it some time!” (Lookout Ridge)

“Huh? A gift? T-thank you…you made my day.” (Their Birthday)

“Happy Birthday! Hope you like this…I had a hard time choosing, because I wanted to give you so many things.” (Alear’s Birthday)

Gifts:

“Thanks?” (Disliked)

“How considerate of you, thank you.” (Liked)

“Can I really have this? Thank you, this means a lot to me.” (Favorite)

“I mean…some people would find this useful, but not me. Sorry. ” (Horse Manure)

Café Terrace:

“Welcome! I can try my best, but can’t guarantee the outcome. Eat at your own risk.” (On Duty Quote)

Arena:

Introduction;

“You dare challenge me? Bring it on.”

“Let’s see what you are worth.”

“Come at me with your best.”

Win;

“Already over? What a shame.”

Loss;

“How strange…I need to train harder.”

Wake-Up Events

C1:

“Sparkles, here I come! Too bad I napped before I came here, or else I would have joined you. You got a nice place for sleepin’. ”

“You look so comfortable…even though I just napped…I feel like dozing off. … . Hm? Oh, Sparkles, you’re up. I guess that means I shouldn’t nod off. Ah well, shall we head out?”

“I wonder if there is a way for me to nap here too-oh, hey! Hello sunshine! Hm? What was I talking about? Don’t worry. Let’s get a move on then, yeah?” (Waking Early)

C2:

“I can’t believe they made a napper like me come and wake you up, Sparkles. You look all comfortable and cozy there…hm. Let me see if I can squeeze on here too. This isn’t a bad spot for napping.”

“You’re awake? No, sh, go back to sleep! We can nap the whole day off. Okay, fine, fine, I suppose you have important duties to attend to.”

“Aw, you’re up. I was hoping we’d nap a bit longer together here. Alright, up we go.” (Waking Early)

B1:

“Operation New Nap Spot is a go! Let’s see, if I squeeze myself here, I won’t have to disturb your sleep, Sparkles.”

“Wow, this bed is really comfortable. Do I have to be a Divine Dragon to get myself one of these? Oh hey Sparkles, hello sunshine. Me? Don’t worry, I was just testing some things out. Let’s go.”

“A-Ah! Did I wake you? I will have to be more successful next time…alright, let’s go then. I will try to do better next time!” (Waking Early)

B2:

“Watching you sleep has been so peaceful, Sparkles. I find myself coming here too much. A little quiet doesn’t hurt…”

“Are you up sunshine? Don’t worry, I haven’t been waiting for long. Feel free to go back to sleep if you wish.”

“Hey Sparkles, sorry did my words wake you up? I will keep my thoughts to myself then. Let’s head out, yeah?” (Waking Early)

A1:

“I hope Sparkles doesn’t mind me bringing my own blanket. Let’s see, this should be enough to cover us both. Let me just climb up onto here…”

“... . Hm? Oh Sparkles, you woke me up this time instead of the other way around. Can we stay here for a few more minutes like this? Is that okay?”

“Sparkles! I was hoping I wouldn’t wake you…my plans are spoiled now. Ah well…let’s head out then.”  (Waking Early)

A2:

“Sparkles, it’s me. I couldn’t help but come here on my own accord. There’s something about you I can’t keep myself away from. Maybe I should take a thing or two from you…they way you are kind, thoughtful and caring. I wonder if I could ever be like you, Divine One...”

“Are you up? Welcome back. We’re in no rush, so take the time you need to fully wake up. I will be here if you ever need anything.”

“Ah, S-Sparkles, morning! Shall we get a move on?” (Waking Early)

#omg i forgot to put tags #fe engage oc #oc #agate #agate profile #gremlin of brodia lets goooo

[crewman-penelope]

Flower language

The day was calm thus far.

Standing in the back of your flower store at your work bench, you prepared some small, colourful bouquets.

They will be presented in a display in from of the store, small, but pickable, 15 Euro the piece.

Walk-in customers, spontaneous buyers, forgetful lovers, remorseful spouses... a cheering up. An apologize. Just im case.

Sometimes it's all you are selling.

Times are hard and people didn't take the time to pause, to choose wisely, to enjoy the many variations of flowers and plans you had in your store.

You didn't mind much, though. Thanks to your grand-aunts money you received surprisingly after her death, you were able to fulfill your dream of an own flower store. It didn't bring much, but the circumstances to get every day in your store, hit by the scent of flowers, as the colourful view of them, made it worth.

Every morning cleaning, arranging, decorating something new, your hand pierced by roses, your skin smelling of nature and herbs. That was what you wanted.

The highlight of the week where the Sunday flower market at the harbor of course.

Fresh delivery Waggons, hawker at their stands, flower and plant auction at the dock... A colourful, strong smelling wonderland.

That was your church visit.

The small bell at the front door was ringing. Hearing the door open and soft footsteps coming closer, you turned from your work bench to enter the front store.

A figure stood backwards, leaning down to check the to-go bouquets.

All you could see were a plain blueberry coat and linen.

Then the figure turns to you.

It took some strength in you not to step back.

The - rather small - man was plain but tasteful dressed. Warm, natural colours of wood green and teal.

The hair well styled, the gesture small but confident, it was his face what had taken you aback.

A net of scars - small pox maybe? - had drawn a landscape of craters on his sharp cut face. His grey eyes and the irritating mouth - lips like a greece god - was highlighted by it.

Cleaning your throat you pressed a good morning out of it.

A wary smile thinned his lips. He just nodded. His eyes traveling around your store in silent.

Standing still you felt ice cubes in your stomach, as you debated, if he is just shy, or if he checked his suroundings to rob you.

Eventually it was him who broke the silence.

“This is a gorgeous shop you have here, my dear.”

His low and rasp voice surprised you. Suddenly goosebumps on your skin you tried to smile.

“Thank you, sir.” A heartbeat silence again. “Is there something I can help you with?”

He hummed. His eyes at your display. His hands clashed in front of him.

“I believe so.”, he eventually spoke.

Turning to you, his grey eyes pierced you. Nearly frowning.

“A special delivery. You do deliveries, right?”

“Of course, sir.”, you responds eagerly, suddenly falling into work mood. You grabbed note block and pencil.

“What kind of arrangement you want?”

He seems to ignore you, looking irresolute.

Then he nodded to himself and steps closer. Counting at his fingers he starts to enumerate.

“Iris, surrounded by Gypsophila, companied by Delphinium and Achilles, inbedded with Fern.”

Writing his wishes down, you nodded.

Well, you thought, at least he did know what he wants.

“That sounds lovely.”

The man bobbed his head down in one sharp gesture, avoiding eye contact.

“Yes. Lovely.”, he muttered to himself.

“Shall I prepare today, or is the delivery date later this week?”, you asked, waiting for an postal address.

“It is for today, if you can manage.”

His eyes are finally at you. His face grim he went on: “And I want to check the finished bunch of flowers beforehand.”

Oha, stern customers. At least he knew his flowers., you thought as you nodded in agreement.

“Very well, sir. Give me a moment.”

Waking on the sale floor you pick the chosen flowers from their different containers and went to your work bench.

While you spread the flowers on the table you saw in the corner of your eyes that he had followes you halfway, but had stopped at the doorframe. Leaning on it he watches you in interest, as you put on some gloves before arranging the flowers.

Missinterpreting his glance you examined: “The flowers you chose are all more or less poisoned. I like to be safe.”

He gave no answer, while a smirk appeared on his full lips.

The following silence became nearly uncomfortable to you and you hurried up. Eventually you presented him the result of his choice.

“Beautiful.”,he mumbles, his face lighten up. For a moment, he looked even attractive.“Absolutely gorgeous.”

He gave you space to walk back into the store, following you on the heel.

As you rolled the flowers in brown paper, adjusting the fern by that, he searched in his trousers. He pulls out a bundle of money and set a card on the cashier table.

“This is the address. A note isn't necessary. He knows from whom he got the present.”, he spoke softly.

Before you could say anything, he laid a 100 Euro note on the table.

“I trust this is enough with delivery?”

“That is too much!”, you intervened.

He shook his head. “Not with the delivery address.”, he pointed out.“If you manage I shall use your service again.”

Before you could check any further he nodded his goodbye.

The bell rang again and you blinked confused, before you eventually checked the card.

HMP Dartmoor

c/o Dr. Oberhauser

Tavistock Road

Yelverton

Bollocks!, you thought, curious how on earth you would be allowed to deliver into a maximum security prison. And who was this Dr. Oberhauser?!

You sighed deeply and checked the 100 Euro bill.

Is was worth a try, though.

#Flower language #lyutsifer safin x reader #Lyutsifer Safin x ofc #lyutsifer safin #safin #rami malek fandom #james bond fandom #No time to die #one shot

[i-may-be]

greetings! i'm jules and I'd like a romantic matchup for hoo (i've completed all of the books) and genshin impact :))

i use she/her pronouns and im a cisfem, I don't really have any preferred terms as long as the person is being nice lol

for my personality, i'm often described as intimidating at first meeting since I'm really quiet and distant with new people, but when i feel comfortable, I'm described as humorous and loud in a way. But, i can be very sarcastic. I think my good traits are: being easy-going, humorous, that type of stuff 😭, and my bad traits are being sarcastic, i also distance myself really badly with no explanation when im busy. my friends thought that i was lowkey mean for first impressions actually 😭 but i try to present myself as someone straightforward (??) or someone confident. if it helps, my mbti is istj and my godly parent is Nike or Ares.

most of my hobbies include painting, and sketching. my hobbies are also watching movies, especially horror ones, i also paint my nails as a hobby sometimes. i like jewelry, art, paranormal documentaries and spending my quality time with close loved ones. i dislike people who are far too stubborn when in a disagreement (although, i do not mind it if it's for a good cause), I'm also very competitive, so i do not like losing in games, but i, of course don't take it seriously most of the time.

lastly, my type is anyone i could have a lot of fun with, someone energetic but could also be calm in the right time 🥹

anyway, you don't have do this matchup if you don't want to lol, have an amazing day and stay safe! thank you as well <33

hello! thank you for choosing this blog for your matchup &lt;3

HEROES OF OLYMPUS ROMANTIC MATCHUP: Rachel Elizabeth Dare

HOW YOU MET

You met Rachel at an art course where you were both flexing out your skills. She probably wasn't too impressed or intimidated by your personality, which let her talk to you easier than other people in the course could.

While you were both vaguely aware of each others' existance at the course, your first conversation was Rachel asking you to share paint as some colours were being used faster than the organiser anticipated and it was in short supply.

Your personlities probably clashed at first- in an awkward way rather than a conflicting way(if that makes any sense)- but your similar interests and speaking about them made you both understand each other a lot more, so by the end of the few days you'd both come to this sort of truce.

Rachel isn't as competitive as you are, as she mostly focuses on herself rather than what other people are up to in the same field, but I think she admires your attitude and how you present yourself.

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

Rachel is the definition of energetic but calm idc idc. Her strong moral code definitely leads to her being stubborn, but her open mindedness leads her to only be stubborn in specific situations and with specific topics. Honestly, it's hard to disagree with her when her points are so though through, so I doubt you'll have problems with her stubborness. But seriously, Rachel has this vibe that makes her seem like she'd be energetic in casual situations.

Ah the power couple where one is blunt and the other is sarcastic. Bless whoever attempts to argue with either of you because you've got each others backs and you just won't lose. Rachel talks fast, which only ever adds to the other person's confusion, but you're too used to it to even notice at this point. You both have a very interesting and cute dynamic tbh.

Rachel is definitely good at being straightforward with you when needed, but her first approach is to be comforting. I feel like she'd have a lot of confidence in you, and believes you're able to be responsible with your own actions, but she's still willing to give advice when asked. She knows exactly how to cheer you up when things go wrong, and she's genuinely just a sweetheart.

HANGING OUT

NAIL ART. Rache is creative, and when she noticed you enjoyed having your nails painted, she asked if she could try nail art with you. Along with this, Rachel just enjoys sharng art with you as gifts. She paints, but she's also found interest in creating jewlery for you, and she honestly has some really beautiful designs.

Whenever either of you are in need of inspiration, Rachel is keen to drag you with her to find it in nature and elsewhere. She'll go to the beach with you, or even urban exploring if there are abandoned buildings where you are. It's effective(and fun).

Paranormal content is definitely right up Rachel's alley. While you're into the documentaries, she's into the movies. I feel like she's tried to convince you to watch The Exorcist with her a couple times- if you haven't watched it already. Horrror is definitely a common things for you guys to watch, and despite her admittedly jumping at a few of the jumpscares, it's hard to scare her with them.

GENSHIN IMPACT ROMANTIC MATCHUP: Tighnari

HOW YOU MET

You were visiting Avidya Forest and ended up leaving the forest right as Tighnari was leaving to return a recent report to the other Forest Watchers.

Being unfamiliar with the area, you asked Tighnari for some recommendations on where to eat, local things to do, etc etc. Really just small talk seeing as you needed directions to the fastest way back to town.

He quickly escorted you back and made sure to find a map for you to use so you wouldn't get lost. He was very sweet and helpful.

You had both assumed you'd never meet again, but you met him more than you thought you would while enjoying your stay in Sumeru, so your relationship blossomed from there.

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

He's a private person who finds it hard to keep relationships, but he enjoys your company. I feel like he's patient enough to give you space with your projects, as he understands how it becomes a priority in your life. Still, he's slowly become sensitive enough to your patterns to remember to check up on you to make sure you aren't too stressed.

Definitely appreciates your sense of humor, especially since he knows that someone people just don't have real humour(cough cough cyno cough cough). Honestly, he's very vibey and fun to be around. He has a good sense of humour and doesn't really get offended or worked up over much, so he's pretty easy going.

Definitely stubborn about specific things- though he's justified, you shoudn't eat random mushrooms off the ground- and his knowledge leads him to be a bit pretentious at times, but he means the best, and honestly his pretentiousness if how he opens up more of the time. He's usually good at keeping his cool, so it's honestly kind of fun to see him let loose and complain a bit.

HANGING OUT

Tighnari is no doubt a great person to go to if you're in need of something to paint or sketch. With him, you'll soon find more and more plant pictures in your skech book or on your canvases. He can take you to magnificent landscapes to paint, and he's kind enough to acknowledge that you need a lot more green paint now.

I feel like you'd both go out and make your own paints together sometimes. His familiarity of the forest really helps you find the perfect colours you need for your newest project.

Cooking for sure. I hope you like mushrooms, because you're going to learn a lot of mushroom dish recipes during your time with him. Cooking is defo one of his favourite hobbies, and he likes to share it with you, even just by letting you try out his recipes.

#ignore the fact that technically rachel isn't supposed to have romantic relationships #haydens matchups!!! #genshin characters #genshin impact matchups #heroes of olympus #rick riordan #rachel elizabeth dare #i thought this was posted????

[sophierequests]

I SMILED SO HARD WHEN YOU SAID YOU'D WRITE FOR HARSHAW!

can i request some dating harshaw hcs with a she/her reader please? :D

thank you so much! <3 have a great day :>

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Pairing: Harshaw x f!Reader

A/N: Catch me picking up my books multiple times to get the references right lmaoo. I actually really liked writing about him ngl. There are also a few general headcanons I sprinkled in there hehe. I hope you like this, and obvi thank you for requesting this!!! I hope you have a great day too!! <3 Also, Alex Lawther is my personal Harshaw fancast, which I'll probably use for my fanfics etc. Pls drop your fancasts, I love seeing them!!!

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Harshaw's backstory, fire

Oncat adores you. She was the reason why you started taking for the first time. Harshaw had been looking for her for quite a while, until he found the orange tabby curled up in your lap, as you sat leaning against a tree whilst reading a book. With a bit of initial awkwardness, he introduced himself and started the conversation. From then on you started to spend a lot more time with each other, genuinely enjoying the other's presence.

You can be really jumpy, so him being pretty impulsive with a tendency to scare others often induced one or the other heart attack. It also doesn't really help that he wasn't prone to tell you when he planned to pay you a visit.

"Good evening, Y/N, have you seen-"

"Saints, Harshaw, what the hell are you doing here? How did you get inside my room?"

You really admire the amount of control he has over his abilities. It always amazes you how easy it was for him to manipulate even the smallest flame, without even breaking a sweat. (At least not because of the amount of effort he had to put in.)

His hair fascinated you. The colour was just so vibrant and bright, that it almost looked unreal, as if he had asked a tailor to change it for him. You weren't too happy when he shaves the sides of his head, hindering you from getting the full experience of running your hand through his hair.

His affinity for fire can sometimes be dangerous though. Sometimes he gets so focused on summoning and controlling the fire in front of him, that he forgets that there are other people - or objects, for that matter - around him. This led to him almost setting the Little Palace (or other things and people) on fire.

He talks a lot about his brother with you. Telling you about his first real interaction with his Grisha powers. You can't really do much for him, otherwise than trying to give him some comfort, but he doesn't need more than that.

People don't believe that you two are dating. Your personalities can clash quite a bit, so everyone was a bit sceptical when Harshaw told them about your relationship.

"What? You're dating her? Since when? Did Oncat tell you to say that?"

Some of your friends think he's weird, not really understanding his obsession with fire or the relationship he has to that random cat. You don't mind. You know him better than they do, so you know that their opinion doesn't really matter.

Even though he comes from the Wandering Isles, he's a horrible swimmer. Which is why he doesn't necessarily enjoy being on a ship. Too much water, not enough things to set aflame.

Cuddle times with his head on your lap and Oncat sprawled out over your legs >>>

He is a huge nerd when it comes to legends, fairytales or stories of Saints. His favourite Saints are Sankt Juris and Sankta Marya.

He's horrible at picking out outfits. If he wouldn't wear a kefta most of the time (or have you living with him), this man would wear the most mismatched outfits one could imagine.

You love cooking together, even though he does become impatient when something won't heat up quick enough.

"Y/N, why can't I just-"

"Absolutely not. You're not using your powers to warm up our soup!"

He doesn't enjoy social gatherings. If he attends one it's only for you.

He's allergic to cinnamon. You found that out the hard way, after baking cookies for the winter fête. It wasn't a nice experience.

"What do you mean, you didn't know you were deadly allergic to cinnamon???"

Dating him also includes randomly getting jumpscared by Oncat just appearing out of nowhere. It always catches you off guard.

Harshaw has a certain scent to him. He always smells like charred wood and pine needles.

He's very sarcastic, and he does not miss any chance to take the piss out of the others, especially Zoya.

He loves to retell the story of the time when he set Baghra's hut on fire. It's a classic, and you know it by heart already.

Oncat is your child. That's it. She's baby.

You both are besties with Tolya. He likes to deny it, but you so are.

He accidentally got knocked out by Zoya once, and you make sure to never make him forget that.

Zoya called him a deranged rooster once, and you also decided to never let him live that down. At some point, it became something close to a term of endearment for you.

He is very disorganized, meaning that you are the brain in this relationship. Everything that can't be solved through arson is not a priority.

When he wants to be a little shit, he manipulates his body temperature to be almost burning to the touch. Then he calls for you, pretending to be sick, effectively scaring the living hell out of you.

He can and will braid your hair. His brother always used to have long hair, so it's always pretty sentimental for him.

He doesn't do traditional nicknames. Instead, he likes to call you his little flame or the light of his life. :')

#harshaw #harshaw x reader #shadow and bone headcanon #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone x reader #netflix shadow and bone #shadow and bone #grishaverse headcanons #grishaverse fanfic #grishaverse x reader #grishaverse

[palettepainter]

As someone who is transgender, Penny has caught my eyes and I love how great she looks and just her character in general

Aww that makes me so happy!! I'm so joyed that you like Penny!! I've never done a trans female OC before, and I thought it would be an interesting way to strengthen Penny's and Laser's bond! (I have been debating drawing a younger version of Gavin and maybe Penny too, when she's experimenting with female pronous and such, but idk I'm still a nervous of accidentally upsetting any irl trans people with how I draw Penny)

Since most of the cousins have been getting posts with facts about them, lets dedicate this one to Penny!

-She's older then Laser by ten minutes

-Laser was the first person Penny told about being trans. She asked Laser if he could refer to her by female pronouns when it was just the two of them, just to see if she liked it. Laser agreed, and while at the time he didn't understand Penny's feelings fully, he did see how much happier she was

-She's a big binge eater when she's sad. Her favourite foods include London cheesecake, strawberries, strawberry flavoured ice cream and eclairs

-She's had top surgery and the rest of her cousins know about her being trans, but she's still very shy about wearing clothes that are more revealing, suck as bikini's and some types of dresses. She's not loud and open like Laser is, and Penny finds it difficult to be so. Laser pats her on the shoulder and tells her to not force herself, for now Penny is comfortable with just her cousins knowing about her being trans

-She and Lips are nature besties and have very in depth talks about wildlife conservation and natural environment preservation. Lips is probably the only band members who has seen Penny drunk (she gets very emotional, mostly sad, when drunk. She cries about manatees)

-She has a gianormous manatee plushie named Marvin who she treasures and adores with her whole heart. She's very particular on who she lets hug him cuz she hates it when he gets dirty. Laser may hug Marvin when he's sad - after Penny checks his hands are clean - and her other cousins may hug Marvin with permission

-Penny likes the band, they may be a bit much at times but she has no malice with them....she cannot stand Teeth's fashion sense though. The different patterns combined with the clashing, brightly coloured patterns make her head hurt if she stares for too long. It's kind of thanks to her OCD she has such a dislike for some of his outfits, but she tries to not bring it up

-She has a soft spot for their youngest cousin Liv. Liv has told Penny and her other cousins all the crazy and dramatic stuff she's gotten herself into since joining the band as their sparky. And while she and the band always make it out fine in the end, Penny can't help but be a teenie, tiny bit concerned at times for Liv

-Her and Teeth bicker over what cheesecake it better, London cheesecake (a pastry dessert with icing and coconut ontop) or Newyork cheesecake (apparently the type of cheesecake Teeth likes is called Newyork cheesecake?). Both are utterly perplexed by the others favourite dessert choice because it's so different from their own. Their discussions will either end in them agreeing both types of cheesecake are delicious, or a vicious battle to the death

-She was terrified of Animal when she first met the band and would offer several, quick, awkward pats to his head whenever Animal would randomly give her one of his many bizarre gifts

-She's since grown fond of Animal and actually likes him a lot. Me and @jjsesame spoke about an idea of Animal, sorta like how he is with Nora in Muppets Mayhem, being a bit smitten with Penny. Also inspired a teenie bit by his character on the OG Muppet Show, but Animal respects all women, trans women and women and anyone who thinks otherwise gets bit. Cuz of this Penny grows to really like Animal, and will sometimes bring him snacks and stuff when she comes to visit since she knows Animal is a bottomless pit (has joked to Floyd if she can borrow Animal for emotional support if she ever gets the courage to go to a pride parade)

-Debating on her being Aroace or just Aromantic, Penny just strikes me as the type who wouldn't really be interested in romantical relationships, but would be perfectly comfortable and okay with just having a queerplatonic relationship with somebody if she ever found the right person

-Her job is making custom suits, dresses or fancy outfits of any type for people. She's visited the Muppets a few times when she and Gavin have come down to see Liv, and surprisingly Penny has made a strong friendship with Piggy, whom she likes to drink wed wine and gossip with. She's also close to Deadly, both being fashion designers they like to ramble about little details they put into their work and offer valuable tips and pointers to each other (She also loves Piggy's dog Foofoo, Floyd doesn't see the appeal)

-She boxes to relieve stress. Raph offered to teach her mediation, but Penny just didn't find it helpful. Initially hesitant, Raph proposes she try boxing, and to his shock it works. Raph is more or less Penny's fitness couch, she's not a supreme boxer, but she does own a punching bag at home and gloves so if she ever needs to blow off steam she can (her OCD leads to her anger sometimes being more violent then others, so the boxing is a good and healthy way for her to get her anger out without hurting herself or breaking things). Outside of Laser, Raph is the person Penny trusts the most

-Since entering the world of the fashion business she started smoking to help handle stress. Raph smokes occasionally, not as much as he used to when he was younger, but sometimes him and Penny will step out have a smoke together in silence

#Muppets #Muppet OC #Zoot's cousins #The Muppets #Penny #Penelope

[aew-kun-age-regression]

You could do the alphabet game for Issac from teen wolf- pick what letters you’d like thank youuuu :)🩵

Hiiiiii!!!! I have had so much funs with this! i cant say im surprised tho i reallyyyyy loves Isaac an i think i could talk about him for hours!!!

ABC Agere Ask Game!!

Isaac Lahey

Age: I feel like his age range would be smaller than the others. If i was giving a specific age range id say anywhere between 2 - 5.

Baby: Nickname wise i think little one would be a big one (probably used most by Melissa and Chris) Little wolf/Baby wolf variations like that are used by the pack. Derek calls him rock star and little guy and Isaac absolulety lovesss it!! peter calls him, little trouble/little trouble maker.

Caregiver: Because Isaac regresses i think the youngest in the group i feel like everyone looks after him so he doesn't really have a set caregiver. However Derek is his primary Caregiver, and once he left Chris took Derek's place. (Not in a bad way!!) Deaton looks after him A LOTTTT and they have loads of fun with the doggies!!

Differences: Isaac is overall pretty confident whilst in a big head space (especially after the bite) but when he is regressed hes normally pretty quiet. If hes on the younger scale of his age range he babbles quite a bit to himself and sometimes to whoever hes with. If he is on the older scale of his age range then he gets quite nervous talking. (Although everyone always assures him they love hearing him speak!!)

Energy: He's a very hyper kiddo however he also runs out of energy quickly (despite being a werewolf and all lol) He often needs to take naps, he will fight nap time tho as he most definetly will state that he is not tired - he is.

Friends: Everyone loves Isaac when hes small (Even Stiles) As i've said when discussing Stiles's regression they are an unlikely pair and while big they struggle to get on but when they are small they are like two peas in a pod! They are definetly the bestest of friends. Followed by Scott. The three of them are always hanging out. Hes super close with Allison. (calls her Ally!!!) Peter and Isaac surprisingly get on, Derek didn't think they would and was worried that with Peters past if the two of them would clash, but nopeee the two of them are actually quite close!

Gear: I'm kinda just gonna list what he has and this might be hard to understand. So i do not believe he has anything from his childhood anymore other thank a small baby blanket that he managed to keep and hide from his father. He was given a box of fidget toys from Allison, Scott and Stiles (and by that i mean Allison took Scott and Stiles to go buy some) Stiles ended up gifting Isaac a few of his own fidget toys!!! Derek bought him a set of colourful sippy cups and a few baby bottles. Melissa bought him some pacifiers and chewalary/teethers. Deaton got him a few toys (things like some toy cars, dinasours, a few dolls because why not! idk why i just feel like he'd love them, little bits and bobs like that. and upon finding out that Isaac owned no stuffies peter took it upon himself to buy him a few (he now has a little blue and brown dog, a soft wolf plush and a pale pink teddy)

Home: Okay i'm going to try and be kinda vague on this one, no. home is not a safe place for his regression until he moved in with Derek and then home absolutely became a safe place ton regress!!

Involantary: His regression can be both volantary or involatary however it is normally not a volantary experience.

jingle: He listens to music box versions of songs and if he's with Stiles they will listen to disney together!

Kite: He prefers to play inside rather than outside however he does enjoy climbing trees and making dens!! He normally makes Chris help him with these (Chris knows the woods very well and can keep Isaac safe there!!)

Life: Simply put, yes his regression does interfere with his daily life however everyone tries their best to help him in the best way they can and accomodate to what he might need.

Monsters: Honestly i see Isaac as someone who while regressed is scared of quite a lot. (and understandably so with all the supernatural going on in Beacon Hills) I also think he is quite jumpy and gets very triggered and scared by loud noises (especially yelling/fighting)

Nostalgia: He wasn't able to keep anything from his childhood to help him regress other than a small baby blanket however i feel like certain tv shows he would have watched help him regress (this is definetly self indulgent because i love the show when small and i used to watch it but i feel like he would enjoy and could of watched The Trap Door!!!)

Object: I believe when it comes to a comfort item it would be an item of Derek's or Scott's clothing! Specifically like an oversized jumper/hoodie!!

Play: He plays but normally quietly and on his own. He prefers to play around other people playing but not necessary *with* them. He does however like playing dinasours with Stiles!! He also likes playing with the dogs at the shelter with Stiles and Scott.

Quizzical: No I honestly don't see Isaac as someone wonders off, i feel like that would make him too anxious. Hes very on guard due to his past so i feel like he wouldn't really get distracted.

Relationship: As i said in the Stiles agere game most of the pack are either regressors or caregivers so they are all very understanding and supportive.

Snacks: fruit and sweets. I honestly can't really explain why i think this it just made sense to me

World: The place he feels safest is Derek's or where ever his friends are.

Xxx: He shows his affection by making gifts. He is not the greatest as writing but i see him being really creative and artistic and he loves drawing, colouring and just overall making pictures and for things people.

Yuck: Overall i see him being quite embarressed about his regression esspecially if he regresses quite young or when noone else is. but as ive previously said the pack ect make sure he knows that it is okay and they look after him.

Zoo: He LOVESSS dogs. i will forever stand by that after the scene in the clinic!

#agere blog #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #sfw little post #little space #agere little #aewlittlerambles #sfw little community #aewlittleheadcannons #teen wolf agere #regressor!isaac lahey #little!isaac lahey

[mothlover69]

🐥🎀 for the cutesy self ship asks!

Thank uuuu! He's on my mind constantly lately so ill answer for the clown

🐥 - how are mornings for you guys? are you groggy and grumpy when you first wake up?

He's absolutely a grump first thing in the morning and it can take us both a while to fully wake up and get ready for the day. Usually we spend the mornings cuddling as we procrastinate getting up and at some point he demands that someone bring us coffee (and then half the time i feel bad for his crew and disentangle myself from him, ignoring his protests, to go get the coffee my damn self)

🎀- do you two enjoy dressing up? or would you rather stick with comfier clothes? what are you guy’s favorite outfits?

He looooves his flashy clown pirate captain outfits. His long coats and clashing patterns and bright colours. Gotta keep up the clown theme at all times lmao and gotta always be over the top, making sure all eyes are on him

Me, i keep things more understated (my s/i is a thief after all) but i do like to dress up fancy every once in a while. Buggy likes to try and get me to match outfits with him, and I'll indulge him sometimes, but the clown thing really isn't for me. I do keep it slutty at all times though ;3

#ask game #ship: chop chop slide

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios University

“Thanks for helping me take a look at these,” Roman said, pulling yet another of his mother’s abandoned paintings from the box Ginevra had shoved them in. “I know that you have a better artistic eye than I do. Maybe you can figure out why someone in the Rivales family had these stored away. I don’t think my mom was a famous enough artist for these to be collected for any monetary value.”

“She did okay for herself,” Hunter replied, still sorting through the box. “She did a few art shows a year and at least one major one every couple of years. Well, I think she did anyway. Who knows if she was really off doing something demonic when she said she was at a show. She did always come back with money and sometimes an award, so I’m not sure.”

“What was she like? With other adults, I mean. She never really saw me as anything other than a child. I have so many things I’d like to ask her, but even now, I’m sure she’d just pat me on the head and treat me like I was Theo’s age.”

The room fell silent with Roman’s question. He didn’t have a good enough relationship with his uncle to ask more subtly, or to truly expect an honest answer. He and Hunter had clashed more times than they’d talked over the past few years, and whatever familial connection they shared had been decaying since Salem Bellamy’s death. Both men resented the other for a variety of collected hurts and perceived slights that they were determined to hold onto for dear life.

But Hunter knew the pain of being abandoned. He knew the crushing emptiness of staring into a mirror and wondering where he fit in. He knew how it felt to try to sort through years of memories, wondering where he had gone so wrong that his own flesh and blood had rejected him. Roman was still a spoiled, melodramatic asshole in Hunter’s eyes, but he shared the same long suppressed wound as his uncle. He didn’t know where he had come from either.

“Your mom was...passionate,” Hunter replied, trying to sort through his memories to best answer his nephew’s question. “She loved art and expressing herself through it. She loved you too, that I know. And she was fierce. No one could deny that. The way she picked fights with your dad and grandfather- well, they were legendary. She had a clear vision for how she wanted you to be raised and god help you if you interfered with it.”

“What did she want from me? Why did she abandon all those supposed plans for me if she wanted them so much?” Roman asked. None of it made any sense to him. Why fight so hard to raise a kid and then vanish from his life completely?

“I don’t know your mother very well, Roman. I didn’t know about her side of the family. Hell, I didn’t even know what her relationship with my mother was truly like. She fooled a lot of people, myself included. I wish that I had an answer for you.”

“I must have failed whatever test she had for me then,” Roman concluded with a heavy sigh. “Somehow, I wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t worth sticking around for.”

“Let’s take a closer look at some of these,” Hunter suggested, eager to move away from the depressing reality of Kamalani’s poor parenting. “Here’s a portrait of herself. That’s not bad. Oh, and this landscape of the Arkhelios shore is nice too. You might want to hang some of these up. You know, to feel closer to her.”

“Yeah,” Roman sighed. “What’s this one? I like the colours and oh, there’s a title on the bottom.”

“Romanus Meam Stellam, Keiki Cor Meum,” Roman read, stumbling with the Latin. After submitting a challenge to Lucy’s resolution of his deal with Abe, Roman had had to brush up on the Latin he’d barely passed at school. Considering everything demonic seemed to revolve around Latin, he should probably help Theo with his homework and get a little better at it himself.

“It’s not bad,” Hunter remarked, evaluating the piece for himself. “I don’t see why Ginevra wouldn’t want this. It looks just like that stupid artist she’s obsessed with.”

“That Romana Rivales woman?” Roman mused. “Grandma had pictures of herself and Mom after attending one of her shows. I guess Mom was as crazy about her as Ginevra is. It’s probably how I got my name. Abe and I always joked about naming Theo Romana if he had been a girl. Well, at least I did. Being named after a famous painter isn’t terrible, considering our family.”

It didn’t take a genius to recognize Romanus in the title of the painting, but Roman was stumbling a bit with the rest of it.

“Roman is a star?” he guessed, pulling the painting closer to him as if reading it closer would somehow make the letters untangle themselves in his brain. “A heart is...what’s keiki mean? I don’t recognize this word, do you? Is it a name like Roman or just a misspelled word?”

Hunter shrugged, but pulled out his phone to search the meaning anyway.

“Isn’t that the name of that kid Theo is always fighting? Or is it Katherine, or Kendall? It sounds familiar.”

“I’m pretty sure it is, yeah,” Roman confirmed, scrawling through results from searching the word. “It could just be a mistranslated word though, it means child or baby in another language, and here’s five different references to it as an orchid offshoot.”

“It could be a puzzle for you to solve, using two different languages like that,” Hunter guessed. “I think then it would read ‘Roman my star, child my heart’. Child of my heart maybe? She did leave this for you after all. It could be a rare occurrence of your mother being sentimental.”

“No, that’s not like her,” Roman replied, staring intently on the brushstrokes made, and the colours used. “If it says that Keiki is her heart, then she definitely meant it.”

Everything had been chosen with purpose. His mother had never been one to hide what she meant. She’d told his father every single day exactly how she felt about him leading up to the divorce, and she’d made her position on Abe pretty clear as well. Roman could make out the features of one of the figures in the painting and it looked disturbingly close to his dark form. A form that heavily resembled his mother’s own dark form. How had she known what his dark form would look like long before he had even learned about its existence? Had she seen a vision of the future? Did he accidentally shift into his dark form as a baby? As always, anything he learned about his mother only led to more unanswered questions. At least if she had a connection to Osbert, who had a connection to Jolanda, there wasn’t a mysterious reason for these paintings to be hidden away in the Rivales house. His mother had probably been planning to come back for them, just like she’d surely been coming back for her son.

“Uncle Hunter? Do you know why my parents split up?”

This had to be serious for Roman to choose to address Hunter as his uncle.

“I-I don’t know really,” he answered softly. “Your dad never figured it out, but you know him. He wasn’t exactly the brightest in our family. I always guessed that she felt like she’d picked the wrong Bellamy brother to marry. I mean, even though you were a kid, surely you saw the way she stared at Adam? She had regrets, I mean, that much was obvious.”

“Could it be possible that she left us for someone else? I mean, why she left Dad. I still don’t know why she left me. I could have come with her if she decided to run away with someone. If she really does have something to do with Osbert’s Keiki, I don’t see why Osbert wouldn’t take me too. He’d have one more kid to force to play sports with him.”

Roman laughed bitterly at the thought of him, Kaeileen, Tennyson and Theo’s nemesis all throwing a football around the backyard. It was too perfect, too idyllic to imagine. His mother had missed two of his birthdays and tried to kill his fiance and son. Idyllic wasn’t the Bellamy way.

He didn’t know how to feel about the thought of his mother having a second child. Roman ignored the existence of his half-sisters on his dad’s side pretty easily, but for his mother to have another family that she had hid from him...he didn’t have words to process that hurt. The idea of his mother sneaking off to be with people that she loved more than her son was a deep, aching cut that would never heal if it was true. What was so wrong about him that his mother felt inclined to trade him in for a younger child? Was it because of his father? Honestly, Roman didn’t see much of a difference between Osbert and his father. They were both dull men that were easy for a demon to push around.

“Are you going to ask Osbert about his daughter?” Hunter asked, genuinely curious now. “If he did have some kind of romantic-”

“No!” Roman shouted, interrupting his uncle before he could finish that horrible thought. “I don’t want to know. I don’t need to know. If he- if he-”

He couldn’t bring himself to drag the horrible feeling in his chest out in the open and give it life by assigning it meaning with words.

“He may have answers to your questions,” Hunter said quietly. “He might know something about your mother. It doesn’t hurt to ask. It might make all the difference to you.”

“And how often do you talk to Elaine?” Roman accused angrily. “What long, complicated conversations have you had with her about your adoption? Did you ask her why she gave you up and didn’t tell anyone? Did you ask why she wanted to name you Theo and whether she planned on telling you the truth before she died? Have you found any kind of peace since finding out where you came from?”

“It’s not exactly the same,” Hunter replied weakly. “I-I don’t need to talk with her, I’ve made peace with not bringing the subject up. I know the basics of my story and I’m fine with not making a scene.”

“I’d rather think that my mother abandoned me because I was weak, or because I fell for Abe than know that she left me to start another family. To know that I was as expendable as my dad,” Roman shouted, throwing the painting angrily to the floor. “I don’t want to know that she painted something where I’m a cold, distant star held far away and some kid who hates my son is my mother’s heart! I wish Ginevra had burned these. I was happier not knowing. I’m going upstairs to be with Abe, please don’t keep staring at your ex if she’s still outside. Our family’s broken enough as it is.”

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios university #Roman Bellamy #hunter bellamy #sims 2 pictures #bad latin

[sourcherrymag]

three poems by gabriella garofalo

Oh, the usual Monday morning blues, Surly parents slowly pushing prams, Mosquitoes getting wild, Wandering glassy-eyed hawkers, And those fires wiped out by a reckless wind That craves, and wrecks- It’s your ecosystem, my soul, Don’t act pleased, You born too late to get even With trees, or briers, Thank God sometimes you dash yourself At the neon lights of a sign, At the burst of a worn-out desire, If untimely raids disperse you When the green thirst of envy touches your fingers- But why this sudden madness of waves, and winds, They never push waste away, They don’t whip away words, Even if you heard of wounds, And a daring hidden nonchalance- So, look at the branches, warn them Not to feel hungry for heaven, As they can’t remember asking When young for the mercy of wolves- On second thought, who are you to chide me "It is not a fruit suitable for you"- A place, a witch, a mother? By other stares you have to hurt, Soul, the percussive night, no fuss, For other souls the sky is rooting, Don’t give up, c’mon, pass the blue under the counter, Such cheap gift, and stop kidding yourself Wombs are sacred- With due respect to mothers, of course, And all that jazz, the many palavers cropping up, Weeds in deserted gardens.                                         ******* I don't know, the blue of those darn winter days, A blue you rejected, born from unripe lights- Too late, grass, you climbed up to words, So lost in the dreamy rooms where mothers used to bite Days, And mazes, all the while driving her to write breaths, tangled threads, Maybe a woman who blasts Against the missing in a stare- And you still believed in the grass, A sec before she hunted for you In a month of deceptive skies, Naked nights warning you Never to get in the edge of thirsty nature, And withered green, but to write against all odds, As no father nor mother, no tears nor compassion Can break you down into shreds Of a fake light fraying a deeper green From skewed leaves, and branches- So, back to your set now, a lavender scent Spreading through rooms, closets, Your shifting first light, it’s you, The rebel daughter standing against The hassle in days, and streets, When seasons hissed ‘no way’ to straying leaves, The sky fed up with words, starving water a threat to limbs- To what end, if limbs and women cut no ice with you, Such crooked urns, flowers  all over, smiles, All the way swearing blind they’ll help you When light dashes out in a frayed search- Don't look now, he’ll say you are starving, A sky biting his fingers out of sheer spite If you come out as a edgy keeper Of words no one means to snatch, Even if the soul’s kept on the sidelines She’ll track you down, and you’ll start writing Among  thwarted colours giving you grit- Someway or other, they don’t deserve Your smiles, a promise for next season.                                      ******* ‘Give her two tees’ says the front-man, As boys and girls are riding a bike, smiles everywhere- But in a different place she isn’t like the moon, This deserted soul where a sudden shine goes on, Light when they try to run, and dodge it, As even a single shoot is life, Or so they told you, what nonsense- Much better to scram, if you feel No pulse throbbing among the scented words of mint, As here only shreds of sky and ice get in- But look at her, look at her now, A light so good at blasting water In caves and harbours, she’s here- Well, if you can't look, try to look back On the many paths she sheltered: It’s your fault, I’m afraid, demise, You always ran away from fathers When they call you a clash of comets- Not that true, but simpler So they can settle this problem, Mother moon, the sky, Sighing "the whims of an anorak", If your soul plays percussive beats- To think you were asking only for light, A rough, excited light, as they crash and search Into hidden rooms, can’t you see Undercover words showing you How to dodge angels by assault and battery, Nothing more, tonight the inside girl is only a bystander Of tricky days- And how can seeds thrive if her soul Rams the light from wounds, and ardour, If a different womb, the air, gives you The warmest welcome, swears, and curses, While greedy mouthfuls of a silent thirst Hold back, dismiss, and silence her soul, Even if she’s waiting for the hidden advent, Time in a room that gives shelter.                                    ******* Born in Italy some decades ago, Gabriella Garofalo fell in love with the English language at six, started writing poems (in Italian) at six and is the author of “Lo sguardo di Orfeo”; “L’inverno di vetro”; “Di altre stelle polari”; “Casa di erba”; “Blue Branches”; “ A Blue Soul”.

Image from Vertigo. Dir. Alfred Hitchcock.

#poem #poetry

[jaennie]

neon pop

#byeve #blackpinknet #femaleidol #femaleidolsedit #femaleidols #femadolsedit #ggnet #rose #Rosé #blackpink #parkchaeyoungnet #kgirlsquad #park chaeyoung #idk what is this i like bright colours recently please dont bully me and dont send hate asks thank you #i thought i did something here : ) anyways #i like clashing colours sometimes thank you

[lilxberry]

Cap Doesn’t Like Bullies - Steve Rogers

Synopsis;

Your daughter meets her biggest hero to which you’re completely oblivious to the fact during the entire encounter. Her confidence certainly didn’t waver like you had expected it would of a child meeting someone such as Captain America.

Bruh I’m in love with him. LOOK AT HIS FACE!

Warnings: FLUFF! Rude ass stranger. A lil bit o’ language. A sassy child.

Words: 3,305

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader (female reader) (single mom!reader)

(A/N: I named the daughter Kira but you can happily change it. It’s just a name I can easily associate with a child for some reason lmao.)

(A/N 2: I fixed as many mistakes I could find and hopefully, it’ll be more bearable to read lmao.)

Chapter 2 >

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“Mommy,” Kira, your little girl whined.

“Yes baby?” You swung your conjoined hands widely causing her to giggle which in turn, made you smile.

“Can we go to the park today?” Her Captain America backpack bounced on her shoulders with each step. The mostly blue bag clashed yet also complimented the very pink, puffy coat that she wore.

You looked down at her with a raised eyebrow as you watched her for a reaction. “Really? In this weather?”

Kira threw her head back and groaned before exasperatingly replying as if it were the most obvious thing she could have ever spoken. “YES! If we’re at the park, I’ll want to run around and running around will keep me warm. It’s always cold at home but you won’t let me run around.”

A smart little drama queen.

You desperately tried to hide your amusement because you know if she senses that you hadn’t taken her seriously, even more dramatics would be added. “That’s because we can’t run around inside. We might-“

“We might break something. I KNOW! Ugh…” Her feet drag slightly as she walks. She huffs and lowers her head, watching her feet as you move along the sidewalk. You smirk ever so slightly as you watch the top of her head which adorned a woolly hat in an attempt to keep her warm in the season of winter.

“We can go to the park-“ She perked up instantly with a gasp, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. “ONLY, and only, if we can get burgers, too.”

She pauses her steps and looks up at you with a stern, serious expression as she thrusts her hand forward, prompting you to take a hold of it. “You’ve got yourself a deal!” Kira shook your hand firmly and rapidly before she began to pull you along in the direction of the park that was honestly too cold to be sat in.

You huffed a chuckle as you allowed your 6 year old to pull you along the pavements and closer to the large open space of the park.

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The inside of the small Brooklyn burger joint was certainly warmer than the harsh weather that lashed at your face and every inch of exposed skin at the park. Your daughters face matched her coat in colour by the time you reached the building.

Waiting in line, your daughter wormed her hands out of the sparkly knitted gloves, stuffing them in her coat pocket before tearing her hat off of her head and stuffing that in the other available pocket. You chuckled as she tried to brush the mess of locks down with her hands and the cheesy grin she flashed you only made your laugh more.

The missing baby tooth at the forefront of her mouth adding a funny effect to the adorable face you had the tendency to squish between your hands tenderly.

The person in front of the two of you had just finished ordering and just as you were about to step forward with your daughter at your side, someone had rudely pushed in front of you, effectively cutting you off.

You scoffed at the sheer audacity this man had in believing he could cut the line, but it was your daughter who spoke up. Sometimes you cursed yourself for teaching her to stand up for herself in situations as these. You forget your daughter has a vote of confidence like no other and will speak her mind, even if the person is nearly 4 times her height.

Of course, these lessons were meant for her to deal with people her size and age, fellow students who bully her or others, seeing as she’s only 6, not for grown ass adult males.

“Cutting is rude. You should wait in line like everybody else mister.” You heard the pissed tone she spoke with and couldn’t decide whether to find it adorable, humorous, or concerning.

You heard the man scoff and honestly, your blood began to boil. He turned towards the two of you and looked you up and down as if scrutinising you before peering down at your daughter with disinterest.

“I’m ordering for one, you’re ordering for two. I haven’t got time to wait for mama bear to order with her equally scruffy little cub.” He rolled his eyes and looked towards the employee who honestly, looked just about as pissed as you did.

You clenched your fist and took a deep breath in the hopes of calming down. Honestly, it hadn’t worked well. “If you’d asked nicely, we would have happily let you order before us. There isn’t any need to be rude, especially to my kid.”

He heaved a deep sigh before turning to look at the two of you once more. He opened his mouth to no doubt retort back with yet another rude remark but someone elses’ voice swiftly cut him off. “I believe you should listen to the young lady and wait your turn like everybody else.”

The stranger, mighty handsome stranger you might add, with beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair smiled down at your daughter and sent her a discreet wink. She beamed up at the tall stranger as he turned to look towards the man who had rudely cut you off in line, his features hardening.

“You should apologise and move yourself to the back of the line. What you’ve said was unacceptable and certainly no way to speak to a woman and her child.” He folded his arms over his chest, his muscles, even though hidden behind the material of his long sleeves, bulged with incredible size.

The man that had cut the line looked up at your saviour and gulped but relatively kept his features schooled. “No chance. I only said what’s true. Why should I be punished because of that?”

The stranger chuckled humourlessly as he stepped forward, the incredibly rude man taking a step back out of fear. “Whether what you said was true or false, which was absolutely false, doesn’t matter. You disrespected another in not only speaking to them as if they’re below you, but by simply cutting in line in the first place.”

“Yeah. You’re just a bully. Bullies are rude and always cut in line,” your daughter chirped with pride. The stranger smiled down at your daughter and nodded his head.

“That’s right, sweetie.”

The man scoffed before turning towards the employee stood behind the counter. “Are you really going to let him speak to a paying customer like that?” he asked incredulously.

The employee had a smirk cross her lips and she popped her hip out before folding her arms in front of her. “You haven’t paid for anything. Now, please leave before I get my manager to call the cops to have you removed.”

The man huffed indignantly before grumbling and stomping pass the handsome stranger, shoulder checking him on the way. The stranger rolled his eyes before catching a hold of the mans’ arm and pulling him back slightly. “You still haven’t apologised.”

“Sorry.” His tone was fake and nothing but sarcastic but nonetheless, the stranger released him, probably knowing that was the best apology they should expect from him.

The small interior of the place slowly bustled back to its quiet chatter of the few customers inside. The stranger smiled down towards the two of you and you couldn’t help but be enraptured with how perfect his smile was.

“Are you ladies alright?”

Your daughter rapidly nodded her head, grinning widely once more. “Sure are mister. Thank you!”

You cleared your throat, shaking yourself out of your reverie and smiling up at him. ‘Stop gawking at him, idiot!’

“Uh, yes. Thank you.”

His smile seemed to widen, and he looked quite bashful and oh god, your stomach did flips when looking at him. “It’s nothing, ma’am. I don’t tolerate bullies, I suppose.”

Kira gasped and her eyes lit up. “Like Captain America! The Cap doesn’t like bullies, either!”

The stranger chuckled and lowered himself to your daughters’ height. “Yep, like Captain America.” Honestly, he seemed almost pleased at the connection, but you couldn’t place why. Although, if you were say compared to someone like Black Widow, you certainly would feel chuffed yourself, so you couldn’t blame him.

You failed to realise you were staring at the stranger, again, until you felt a small tug on your arm. You snapped yourself out of small daydream to look down at your daughter. “Ask him if he wants to join us,” she whispered although by the huff of laughter that he tried, and failed, to supress, he clearly heard.

“Uh, yeah. Would you like to join us…?” You trailed off, hoping the stranger would give you his name. He seemed to pick up on his lack of introduction as he stood to his full height, once again towering over you.

He held his hand out before him for you to take, which you did. “Steve.”

“Well, would you like to join us, Steve? We’d like to thank you for standing up to that rude man and pay for your meal if you haven’t eaten yet.”

“Well, that’s a really nice offer…” Now it was his turn to trail off.

“Y/N!” your daughter exclaimed loudly. “And I’m Kira!”

He chuckled. “Y/N. And Kira. But I was actually going to offer to pay for your meals.”

“Oh, no. That’s oka-“

“Thank you, Steve!”

You looked down at your daughter with wide eyes as she cut you off and accepted the strangers’ offer. Steve chuckled and glanced down at Kira. “Very well. Should we order then?”

Kira grasped your hand in her smaller one and pulled you to the front of the counter, beckoning Steve to follow. You couldn’t help but shake your head, feeling only ever so slightly embarrassed by your daughters’ antics.

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You daughter was enthralled with whatever came out of Steves’ mouth; completely enraptured with the stories he told. Though, you couldn’t really blame her.

Kira wasn’t one to shy away from conversation, but it had honestly shocked you how versed she became in conversation with the man the two of you had only met 45 minutes prior.

Yes. 45 minutes.

It seemed none of you really wanted to part ways; all enjoying yourselves with flowing conversation and shared smiles.

“So,” Steve started, his arms resting on top of the table that sat between him and you and Kira. “You mentioned Captain America earlier, and you have him on your backpack. Do you like him?”

“Yeah! He’s my favourite hero!” Gosh did she get excited over the topic of heroes.

He chuckled. “And why’s that?”

You rolled your eyes knowing what was coming yet couldn’t stop the fond smile growing on your face. “Well, he’s super cool. He’s brave, kind, strong and he doesn’t like bullies. I don’t like bullies either.” Then, a devilish smile broke out on her small, rounded face. “Mommy likes him too. She thinks he’s pretty. AND SHE HASN’T EVEN SEEN HIS FACE PROPERLY! She’s seen his butt though, looks at it a lot.”

Your eyes widened and the smile was promptly wiped from your face whilst Steve seemingly choked on his spit and laughed nervously. “I think she’s in love with him,” Kira whispered, further embarrassing you.

“OKAY! That’s enough, ha…”

Steve smiled, albeit sheepishly, towards the two of you. “Well, I believe Captain America would think your moms’ pretty, too.”

Kira shrug, shovelling a cold, left over fry from the basket into her mouth. “I know.”

You groaned softly and hid your face behind your hand, slumping in your seat. Your whole face felt hot. Trying to calm your racing heart, you peered at Kira. “Why don’t you tell him about your birthday sweetie?”

“OH YEAH! Mommies taking me to the Captain America display!” Kira bounced in her seat and if her eyes hadn’t already twinkled with excitement, they certainly did now after she’s formulated a plan quickly in her mind. “You should definitely come, mister.”

You and Steve both spluttered at her invitation.

“Oh honey, I don’t think Steve would-“

“W-well, it’s not up to me-“

Kira groaned and rolled her eyes overdramatically before looking at Steve. “Yep. It’s up to me.” She then turned towards you. “And, we can just ask Steve if he would like to.” To which she faced Steve once more, looking at him intently. “Would you like to come too?”

Steve looked extremely apprehensive to answer and looked towards you in the hopes of getting some guidance in what to say. If he were being honest, this past hour he’d felt nothing but calm and happy, forgetting his worries and has actually taken a break from all the responsibilities he’s been handed.

He very much liked both yourself and Kira, feeling content in both of your presences’ and would very much like if he continued to get to know both yourself and Kira more. He just certainly didn’t want to overstep.

He internally cheered for himself when you nodded your head discreetly. Your face told him that the young girl who looked extremely hopeful would certainly not cease until she succeeded in getting what she wanted in this moment.

“Uh…” He turned his gaze towards Kira once more gave her a small smile. “I would love to go to the Captain America display for your birthday.”

Kira cheered loudly and you shook your head with an adoring smile directed to the young girl sat beside you. “Great! You should give your number to my mommy so we can plan it properly.” She sipped on her half-drunken refill of milkshake after speaking so nonchalantly.

Both Steve and yourself felt and looked dumbfounded. Had she really just said that?

Steve chuckled before his eyes darted down towards your phone which was sat face down atop the table. “May I?”

“Oh, uh, yep.” You fumbled with picking your phone up, unlocking it and opening up a new contact before handing your phone over to Steve, face burning and a shy smile adorning your features. Your hands brushed against one another as he carefully took the phone from your hold and typed in his full name and phone number.

He was just about to hand it back to you when Kira swiftly took it and looked at the screen. She shook her head before looking up at Steve. “You gotta add a picture, silly.” She raised the phone after tapping the picture icon atop the contact, pointing it straight at Steve.

The poor man panicked and smiled quite awkwardly as your daughter snapped the photo. You slapped a hand over your mouth to try desperately hide your laugh, which hadn’t really been that successful.

Kira observed the picture on the screen before nodding; she clearly found the picture acceptable for use. Steve couldn’t help but also find it quite amusing and chuckled himself. Your daughter swiftly handed you your phone back but once in your hand, you had spotted the time and your eyes slightly widened.

“Oh wow, is it really that late?” you questioned yourself but prompted Steve to check the time himself by looking down at his watch. You looked up towards him with an apologetic smile and shrugged your shoulders. “Sorry, we really should get going. Kira has school in the morning.”

Steve shook his head and smiled, unbothered by your information. “No, no, it’s perfectly fine. I completely understand.”

“Thank you, and sorry again.” You looked sheepish as you stood and put your own jacket back on before beckoning Kira to stand herself. She pouted but did as she was told, allowing you to help her with her coat, to which she then put her hat back on top her head and gloves back on her small hands.

Steve stood and cleared his throat as he stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. You looked up away from Kira and sent him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen upon someone’s face and miraculously, he felt a lot let nervous.

“Thank you for the wonderful company and the meal,” you spoke with such sincerity that made his heart thump louder and harder than any life threating mission ever could.

“And for standing up to that bully for us,” Kira added.

You huffed laugh. “Yes, and that.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He nodded his head.

Kira stepped forward which prompted Steve to lower himself to her height just as he had done so earlier. “It was nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you too, ma’am.”

She beamed up at him before sticking her hand out and her expression was nothing but serious, one which Steve copied as he took her hand and shook it. “My mommy will text you later about my birthday.” She withdrew her hand before her big, bright smile reappeared. She grasped your hand in hers and waved as she began to pull you out of the burger joint.

“Bye Captain America!”

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets comically and you did nothing but splutter, opening and closing your mouth in the hopes that some words would pass out of you as your daughter pulled you out through the doors and in the direction of your small Brooklyn apartment.

Steve froze and watched wide eyed as you both left through the door, the bell atop jingling when it closed behind you. “Huh. Smart kid.” He shook his head before laughing and standing, collecting his jacket and leaving a tip on the table before slowly exiting the building himself, walking towards his bike ready to head back to the tower, completely dazed and the image of you ingrained into his mind.

Meanwhile, you finally snapped out of your shocked and flustered state halfway down the sidewalk. “YOU KNEW THAT WAS CAPTAIN AMERICA?!”

“Yep,” your daughter replied, popping the ‘P’ and acting completely nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

“AND YOU TOLD HIM I LIKE HIS BUTT?!”

“Yep.”

You narrowed your eyes at the small figure of your daughter. “You little monster.” You swept her up into your arms and began to blow raspberries against her chubby little cheek, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles and loud laughter.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with her and then Steves’ earlier comment came to the forefront of your mind. ‘Captain America thinks I’m pretty! HOLY SHIT!’

You’d dwell on that later though.

“MY MOMMY LIKES CAPTAIN AMERICAS’ BUTT!” Kira shouted as she continued to gasp out giggles and you couldn’t help but laugh and indulge in her silly behaviour.

“I LIKE CAPTAIN AMERICAS’ BUTT!”

Kira roared in laughter once more along with you, and you both continued to find an abundance of humour in the situation the entire walk home.

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“Hey punk,” Bucky spoke as he entered the main, spacious shared living room and spotted Steve sat on the couch, staring at his phone and smiling widely as his eyes scan over the words you had texted him.

“What’s got you grinning like that?” Bucky playfully quipped, a small smirk across his lips.

“Uh, nothing.” It could have been convincing if Steve had looked away from his phone and his already large smile didn’t widen further.

“Sure. Nothing.” Bucky shakes his head and sits beside his friend. “She pretty?”

Usually, Steve would question what made his friend think it was a woman, but he was so dazed and giddy, he couldn’t find it in him to deny it. “She’s so beautiful Buck.”

“Gotta date?”

“Not yet.”

Bucky chuckled and slapped his friends’ shoulder in good nature as he shook his head. “Well, good luck, punk. I hope you get that date.” Bucky stood and huffed a laugh at Steve still grinning at his phone as he left to head towards the kitchen, missing Steves’ mumbled response.

“Me too.”

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