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[anama-cara]

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Rhysand x reader drabble

Summary: After matching on a dating app, you meet Rhysand at your local café for a 1st date. It does not go how you expected. Word count: 2.2k Drabble. AU. Set in the real world. Descriptions of reader’s clothing only. Use of y/n.

Warnings: Minors dni, 18+, Unprotected PIV, fingering (f receiving)

You’re sitting in a booth with your back against the wall, facing the door. He’s late. You swirl your cup of coffee in front of you. You know you should have waited for him to order, but you felt bad taking up a table and not ordering anything. You dressed up a bit for your date, but not too much. You don’t want to appear like you’re trying too hard, or be over dressed if he wears something really casual. You wear a black skater skirt and a light blue sweater with a silver pendant.

              Did you just get stood up? You stare at your cup, only a third left. The bell above the door jingles and you look up. The world seems to go quiet and you stare. He’s freaking gorgeous. Darkness seems to ripple out of him. The people chatting around you go quiet for a second. Tall dark and handsome would be an understatement, you think to yourself. You blink and avert your eyes before he can catch you staring. The talking around you starts up again. My gosh he is unbelievably attractive. He was handsome in his profile picture sure, but the photo was a bit farther away and kinda grainy, this… him… Your heart is beating embarrassingly fast.

              He glances around the café and his eyes land on you. Your stomach flutters at the eye contact made. He grins and you began to feel that flutter a little lower. He approaches your table, smoothly. So smooth. He moves silently, full of ease and grace.

              “Y/N?”

              You have to clear your throat before saying, “Yes, nice to finally meet you in person.”

              He drags the chair out from the table and takes a seat across from you. You watch him as he moves and gulp. You watch his hands as he grips the chair, broad and strong, watch the muscles flex in his forearms. His arms were tanned and muscled, his biceps tight under his charcoal short sleeved t-shirt. The shirt also graciously showed off his broad shoulders and chest. You knew underneath there hid a very toned abdomen. You said a silent thank you to the shirt. He wore black jeans and black boots to complete the look. Peeking out underneath his shirt collar you could see whispers of a dark flowing tattoo that swept across his chest. It wound around his biceps too. You had never really been a fan of tattoos but suddenly it seemed like the most attractive thing in the world. That is, until you looked up and met his eyes as he sat down as gazed at you, smiling broadly.

              Shit.

              You wouldn’t admit to yourself that you felt a tug between your legs. His eyes were violet. Impossible. He had violet eyes that seemed to dance in the light. You stared until you realized you were being rude and blinked away, hoping he hadn’t noticed your awe. He did. His devilish grin grew.

              “Hello darling”

              Oh fuuuuck. That velvet voice. You were in trouble alright.

              “Nice to meet you too. This is a charming little place you picked,” he says casually, glancing around the café. He looks back to you. “Cozy,” he says with a wink. A flirt.

              He noticed your already half drunk cup of coffee and frowns. “I’m sorry I was late. A friend of mine, Cass, was in a tight spot and I had to help him out.”

You realize you haven’t spoken a word yet. You were too enthralled with his beauty. You shake your head ever so slightly and ask calmy, “Oh no worries. Is your friend okay?”

              “Nothing I couldn’t handle,” he replied with a cocky smile. “He’s just one of those friends that sometimes does stuff without thinking and trouble always seems to follow them.”

              Just then the waitress arrives and stands next to him to take his order. Very close to him. He gives he order quickly – coffee. Black.

              “Thank you,” he says as she writes it down. His voice is polite and quiet. Not at all like the flirtatious tone he had just been using moments ago, despite the waitress flashing smiles and batting her eyelashes, giving all the obvious signals like you’re invisible. You clear your throat. She throws you a glare before leaving.

              “You look beautiful.” Now his tone is respectful. Sincere. You hide your blush.

              What a flirt. But it was working.

              “Thank you.” You give a little laugh. “You look beautiful too.” He smiles at your compliment.

You chat back and forth about all the normal first date stuff: where you both grew up, what you studied in school, what your favorite book was, what kind of music you listened to. You got to know each other, sipping on coffee and giggling at his shameless flirting. Before you knew it two hours had gone by and the shop was closing.

“Where did you park?” he asks. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

“I’m behind the back and down the alley,” you give a shrug. “Free parking.”

He chuckles and stands from his chair, offering you a hand. You take it and he helps you up. He doesn’t let go of your hand. He leads you through the shop to the back door. As you pass the waitress you give her an overly sweet sarcastic smile.

Its late in the afternoon and the sky is a fading blue and the sun sinks into dusk. There’s a street lamp on the road, but the alley is mostly painted in shadows.

He stops and turns to face you. “I had a good time today. When can I see you again?” He’s still holding your hand.

Your mind is blank, he’s so much closer, there’s no table between you, no café full of other people. It’s just the two of you, surrounded by shadow in the still night and he is standing right in front of you, so very close. You could reach out and touch his face, you could…

--

His eyes move back and forth between your own. The slight anxiety he had from you not answering his question instantly vanishes and he clocks your expression. He takes a step forward, closing the space between you. Your hand floats upwards on its own accord and reaches out to cup his jaw. Your eyes never leave his own and you still look dazed. He smiles to himself and takes another step. You instinctively follow his lead, stepping backwards until your back is pressed against the cold alley wall. He lets go of you and cages you against the wall, hands pressed into the concrete on either side of your head. Your beautiful hand is still cupping his face and he leans into your touch closing his eyes a moment to relish in it. When he opens his eyes again you’re still gazing at him and your glossed lips are slightly parted. He lowers his head and leans in closer, whispering against your skin barely inches away.

“Can I kiss you?” You nod and close your eyes. He smiles and takes pauses, taking the image of you in, committing it to memory before he presses his lips to yours.

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His lips are soft and full as they move against yours, taking your breath away. You lift your head off the wall slightly, deepening the kiss. He reciprocates your eagerness and you part your lips, his tongue immediately licking into your mouth. Your hand that was resting on his jaw moves down, lightly sliding along the skin of his neck and collar bone to grip at his shoulder, pulling him closer to you. You hook one leg around his waist to pull his whole body against yours. Any tenderness in that kiss is gone and you are full on making-out. Your body grinds into his and you feel his body tense in response. What is wrong with you? You don’t do this on first dates. You don’t make out with people in dark alleyways. But he has some power of you, there’s just something about him that draws you in and won’t let go. All rational thoughts leave your head as your body takes over, focusing on the feel of his lips against yours, the muscles in his shoulder, the warmth of his body pressed to yours. His right hand drops from the wall and reaches for the leg you looped around him. He hikes your leg up and hold you, slowly running his hand up and down your thigh. Your skin tingles at his touch and you feel yourself getting wetter. His hand moves farther up your thigh and he skims the hem of skirt. He pulls back, gasping. You tilt your head back, leaning it against the wall for support.

“Can I- “

“Please” you immediately respond.

He smirks and leans forward to kiss you again. His hand moves all the way up your thigh, under your skirt and his thumb hooks the waistband of your lacy underwear. He slowly pulls them down, taking his time as his hand brushes against your skin. Not wanting them to fall on the dirty alley floor he tucks them into his back pocket. Maybe you’ll just let him keep them. Then his hand is back on you, gliding up, leaving a trail of electricity at the contact. His touch makes your skin come alive and you arch your back at the feeling.

Gently his fingers reach your core and he runs his middle finger up your seam. He groans into your mouth at the feeling of your wetness. It drags up and down a few times tantalizingly, then circles your entrance to gather slick before sliding back up to your clit. He flicks it then begins rubbing slow circles. You moan into his mouth as he plays with you. His finger glides back down and pushes into you, curling against your wall in the most wonderful way. You break the kiss as you tilt your head back into the wall, pressing against it as your back arches and your hips roll into his hand. He brings his lips to your chin that juts out, leaving a kiss before his open lips trail down your neck. A shiver runs down your spine. Your having trouble figuring out where to focus, his mouth or his hand. He presses his lips into the hollow of your throat then into the bit of cleavage visible above the V-neck collar of your sweater. He sucks on the soft flesh of your breast as he continues to slide his finger in and out of you. It feels so good and you let out a strangled little noise. His hand stills and leaves you to rest on your inner thigh. His eyes flick up to yours and his lips leave your flesh.

“Are you sure?” He asks. His violet eyes are gleaming and eager.

You nod as you reach for his pants in response. You unbutton his jeans and look up to meet his eyes again as you slowly lower his zipper. He is completely still; you think he may even be holding his breath. Your fingers slip under the waistband of his jeans and boxers at his hips. With both hands you tug them down till they rest on his thighs. Even in the low lighting you can tell that his cock is just as beautiful as the rest of him. But he doesn’t give you any time to admire it. He leans you back against the wall again and hooks your leg back around him, holding just below your knee. He gives you a quick kiss before pulling back to wrap a large hand around his thick cock and guiding it into your entrance. He pauses there to read your eyes again before slowly pushing all the way into you. Once he is inside you, he breathes deeply. His hand brushes against your cheek affectionately before he places it back onto the wall. He shits his weight forward, leaning against his hand and thrusting even farther into you, pushing your own hips into the wall. He hits something deep inside you and you let out a moan. Spurred on by your sounds he pulls out halfway then thrusts back into you as he sets up a pace.

It doesn’t take long before you feel your orgasm building.

“Rhysand I’m-“

“Me too darling.” He replies with a grunt as he deepens his movements.

And then you’re contracting around him, holding onto him as you ride your waves of pleasure. Your hand is squeezing his shoulder and your pussy is squeezing his cock as you cling to him. Just as you’re coming down you feel him quickly pull out. He strokes his cock and points it at the alley wall beside you but he sees you lift your skirt up and groans loudly as he spills on your lower stomach. It trickles down onto your mound and your sensitive core.

He lets out a shaky breath and leans into you, resting his head on your shoulder, his cock pressed against your sticky stomach. You feel his chest rise and fall against yours and his hot breath on your back.

“Tomorrow. I’m free tomorrow.” You say and he laughs. It’s a bright, beautiful laugh and you smile underneath him. He presses a kiss to your shoulder then your lips.

“Good.”

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[cameronspecial]

Assisting In Deception (Part 5)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Heavy Make Out, Sexual Thoughts, and Swearing.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.6K 

Summary: Rafe gets to show Y/N off at a charity event and this leads to a saucy event.

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The trio makes their way into the boutique and Y/N pauses at the appearance of it. She’d never be able to afford anything here, which makes her nervous about the fact that Rafe is going to buy her something. The idea of suggesting somewhere cheaper crosses her mind, but it would not fit into the prestige of the event. She hates that he’s had to buy her many things because she doesn’t want him to think she is taking advantage of him, but he is always insisting on paying for everything. He rests his hand on the small of her back and laughs at the excitement on Nancy’s face. She looks around the store, immediately running to one of the racks. Nancy pulls out multiple different dresses in her sister’s size and Y/N wants to stop her, but Rafe’s encouragement clouds her words. His actions mirror the fourteen-year-olds. Eventually, she is shown to a changing room and she has no say in the dresses she tries on. 

The first dress she tries on is an a-line ruched chiffon floor-length eucalyptus dress. She walks out and does a little twirl for the awaiting pair. Rafe has a sappy look on his face that she doesn’t notice. “You look amazing,” Nancy praises, taking pictures of the girl in the dress. Y/N gives her a grimace, “I like the colour, but these sleeves are riding up my armpits and I really don’t feel like being photographed touching there.” She gets back into the changing room to change into a blue flutter-away layered skater dress. This dress makes her feel self-conscious. She walks out of the room with her hands smoothing over the back of her skirt to make sure it doesn’t expose her bum. She doesn’t want to leave the room, but her sister would want to see the dress. 

Rafe’s eyes almost bulged out of his sockets at the sight of the short dress. He very badly wants a peek at what is underneath but knows it is wrong. He adverts his eyes at the look of discomfort on her face, “I don’t want to police what you wear. But I will make the suggestion that that dress might be a little short for a children's charity event.” She sighs that he agrees with her opinion and quickly goes back into the room. He would buy whatever dress she wants, but she wants him to like the dress at least if he is going to be spending so much money. The next dress is a pink mesh ruffle hem maxi dress. Even though the dress is her size, she struggles with putting on the garment. She practically waddles out of the changing room. 

Nancy makes a face that signals to Y/N that this is not the dress and quickly goes back inside. She looks at the dusty blue a-line v-neck floor-length chiffon dress in the mirror and smiles happily at it. The cut of the top compliments her boobs in a tasteful manner. The flow of the dress allows her to move in the dress comfortably. She twirls in the dress with a little giggle and then goes outside to show them the dress. She feels a little nervous about going out because she really wants them to like it. 

When she comes out of the dressing room, Rafe is rendered speechless at the beauty before him. The high slit of her dress shows off her legs and he thinks about how it would look wrapped around his waist as he makes sweet love to her. The teasing of her breasts in her top makes him wonder how it would feel to press his lips on them. However, the most exciting thing for him about the dress is how the blue colour flatters his eye colour. In some way, it’s a way for him to tell the world that she is his. He finds a slight bit of disappointment filling him when he realizes that she isn’t really his. He can see the anxious looks on her face and does what he can to ease her feelings. He stands up from his seat and gently wraps his arm around her waist from the front, placing his forehead on hers, “This dress is amazing. I think this is the one.” Her lips turn into a brightening smile that makes him want to melt. “I think so too,” she whispers. 

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The amount of press at the event makes her nervous and Rafe notices this. He gives her hand a squeeze as he helps her out of the car. It doesn’t feel close enough for him as they walk up the steps of the event space, so he basically glues himself to her side with his hand on her lower back for comfort. She looks up at him with a smile. They greet the occasional person before going over to their table. “Later on, I’m going to need your help with picking items to bid on in the silent auction. But first, I want you to meet my dad,” he murmurs against her ear. She nods into his touch. A voice coming from behind causes them to separate, “Well, if it isn’t the woman, who captured my son’s heart.” They both turn to see Ward Cameron. 

Y/N immediately stands up and holds her hand out for him to shake. “It is very nice to meet you, Mr. Cameron. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” she introduces, being brought into a hug by the older man. He lets out a playful chuckle, “Please, call me, Ward. Mr. Cameron is only for when you are at work with my son. And I am fully aware of who you are, Y/N. He never stops talking about you.” “He doesn’t?” She moves a strand of hair behind her ear.  

“He sure does. I hear you are a pretty great assistant. Is it what you see yourself doing for the rest of your life? Not judging if it is, I just need to be ready if you are planning on leaving because Rafe would be very upset.”

“I understand, it would be very strange for me too. I don’t plan on being an assistant forever. I’m still trying to figure out what I want to do. I have an accounting degree but I quickly realized after graduating that I did not want that life.”

“Ahh, the age-old question of what to do with your life. That’s completely understandable. Just give me a warning before you leave, please, so I’m prepared to console Rafe.”

“Of course.” 

Rafe chooses this time to interrupt the moment between his father and Y/N. “Excuse me, Dad. I need to steal her away to place bids on some items,” he excuses, helping her up from the table and guiding her to the silent auction tables. The first items aren’t of any interest to the couple, but Rafe is stopped in his tracks in front of a couples' spa retreat. “I don’t need your input to know that this is what we should bet on,” he states, leaning down to bid more money than necessary. She places her mouth next to his ear, “Spas are great, but we aren’t exactly a real couple.” 

“Doesn’t matter. I think we could use some relaxation. Let me pamper us.” 

She doesn’t say anything as they continue down the line and bid on a couple more things, like an accessory set, an art class run by famous artists and a trip to Tuscany, which Rafe would love to show Y/N around. He isn’t sure what has gotten to him, but he has a little more confidence in himself and he wants their relationship to be real. He wants to let himself pretend that she truly has feelings for him. They have a few drinks and are just tipsy enough to cheer out loud every time they win a bid. 

While waiting for the big ticket item to be revealed for the live auction, Rafe engages in a conversation with his dad while Y/N talks to Topper, who is sitting beside her. “I see he hasn’t driven you crazy just yet,” he remarks, looking over toward Rafe. She follows his eyesight with a smile, “Nope. He’s actually been really great. The perfect boyfriend.” 

“That’s a shame. I was really hoping that I could have my shot with you.”

“Haha, very funny. You know you and I could never work. Plus, I don’t think you could beat Rafe. Sometimes the media can be a little too much, but he is always there to get me through it. I promise.” 

“Good because I won’t hesitate to have a talk with him if you want me to. I can’t have Rafe chasing off my favourite assistant.” She can’t get another word into the conversation because the auctioneer comes on stage to finish up the event. 

After the auction, Y/N has to go to the bathroom and Rafe’s protective side causes him to go with her. She exits the bathroom in a fit of giggles and he grabs onto her forearm to stablize her. He starts laughing with her as they go down the wrong hallway. This one is much more secluded than the one that leads to the ballroom. She trips on her feet and he catches her. She looks up into his eyes. Something overcomes her and she smashes her lips onto his. He freezes for a second, but quickly regains his composure. He fights for dominance and gains it by slipping his tongue into her mouth. She hikes up the leg with the slit in her dress, so it sits on his hip and he brings one hand to hold it there. It’s like his dream from when they were dressing shopping is coming true and he can’t let it stop now. He gently places her back on the wall to help hold her up.

He breaks the kiss and begins to kiss his way down to her breasts. She lets out a quiet moan as he brings the neckline of her dress down a little to suck on the skin underneath. She lets out another sound of pleasure and he can’t help but grin when her hips buck into his. Once satisfied with the mark that is left on the top of her boobs, he kisses his way back up to swallow the moans she is letting out. Hoping to help her relieve a little pressure from between her legs, he starts thrusting softly into her clothed pussy. Her hands find their way to his hair as she fights to get her tongue into his mouth and she grins at the groan he lets out. They make out for a few minutes but have to break away before someone comes looking for them.

They didn’t know that this would cause a shift in their relationship. This is the first time they touched each other romantically without the excuse of it being for the press. Their relationship has now crossed a line that made them unable to tell what is real or fake anymore. 

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Following their heavy make-out at the charity event, Y/N and Rafe started being much more physical with each other. It always stops prior to having sex, but it doesn’t mean that what they’ve done did not make them feel more intimate with each other. They haven’t talked to each other as to what this means for them and honestly, they are both too scared to do so. Even with this new development in their relationship, Rafe and Y/N both kept their work relationship professional. All their physical contact is done at either his house or hers. 

Rafe listens to the excuses that his employees are giving for not having their work done on time with an irritated look on his face. He hadn’t seen her all day and she couldn’t sleep over at his house last night because she had a family event. It is safe to say that he is grumpy about that, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Topper or Kelce. “I don’t care that they need the Rothman contract before they get to work. You guys should’ve gotten it months ago,” he chastises, standing up from his chair in an imposing manner. He is about to continue his rant when a knock on the boardroom door stops him. He invites the person behind the door into the room. 

She enters the room and he feels like he can finally relax a little bit. His angry eyebrows relax and his down-turned lips form into a smile that most people in the meeting have never seen. Her shoes hitting the floor is the only sound heard as the others watch the scene. “I’m so sorry to interrupt, Mr. Cameron. Your sister is on the phone and she says it is very important. I know how much you value your family,” she apologizes, handing over his cell phone that she normally keeps while he is in meetings so he is not interrupted. Something comes over him and he brings her to sit on his lap with him. He needs to feel her in his arms. He presses a kiss to her temple and takes the phone out of her hand. The meeting goers observe this new side of him, leaving when he makes a wave of his hand to signal for them to do so. Everyone else leaves without an issue, but Topper stops at the doorway. He turns toward the couple, “If I knew all that you needed to get the stick out of your ass was for you to be dating your assistant, I would’ve set you guys up a long time ago.”

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Y/N gets home to see Alexander waiting for her on the couch. He probably used his spare key to get in she thinks to herself. “Is everything okay?” she worries, setting her work bag on the stool. He shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know. I think I’m in love with Juni.” Y/N accidentally lets out a laugh. “Dude, I could’ve told you that four years ago. You are just now realizing that?”

“Yeah, how do you know?” 

“You are constantly making googly eyes at her, that’s how. Where is she anyway?” 

“She went to the store to get some things for dinner. What should I do about my crush?” 

“Ask her out. You are a fine catch Alexander, you will never know if you don’t give it a shot.”

“So easy for you to say, Ms. I’m Having Sex With My Boss.”

“I am not having sex with him!”

The door opens and in walks Juni, “Ooh, are we talking about Big C? You may not be having sex with him but I do know you’ve been having some sexy time fun with him.” Y/N scoffs at her best friend’s words and goes to help her with the bags she is holding. “Really? Do you really have to say it like that?” she berates, setting the groceries on the kitchen counter. Juni just shakes her head, “When you are that loud, I do have to mention it, Sweetie.” Y/N drops eye contact in embarrassment and busies herself with putting the food away. Juni stops Y/N and gives her a serious look. “Be careful, Sweetie. I’m scared you are getting caught up with your feelings and you blurred the lines too much.” “You don’t have to worry about it. I know that this is all fake,” Y/N promises, finally, looking at her best friend. 

Her heart isn’t sure what she said was the truth. Every time she feels his skin on hers, her heart starts to belong more and more to him. 

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[swiss-mrs]

#WEIRD☆GIRL

(Word Count: 4.6k)

Rating: PG-13, Adult Language and Themes, All Characters are 18+

Reader/OC Description: Reader/OC is Afro-Latina. She has long, dyed black hair that is worn straight with baby bangs and shaved brows. She is an alt baddie and would've definitely ruled MySpace. Body shape/type is not detailed. No Use of Y/N.

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Synopsis: One day, while Dave and Todd are out, they pass by a park void of screaming kids. Instead, the park is taken up by a group of what looks to be a mix of teenagers and young adults. Passing by the loud group, the boys can't help but stare, mixing Dave up with a girl more socially unacceptable than him.

Warnings(?): Adult Language, Sexual Themes (No Smut, Just Horny Boy Thoughts), Catcalling (Potentially Triggering Language)

This is written in third person but mainly narrated from Dave's view.

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"I can't believe they had it!" Todd exclaims, gripping the plastic bag in his hand tight. Dave nods, gripping his backpack straps.

"Yeah, we need to start coming here more often. They have everything. We gotta bring Marty with us when he gets back."

Today marked the first day of the boys' last Spring Break. Marty was out of town on a trip to Florida with his family, so this cut down the trio to a duo, Dave and Todd. The two were currently walking along a street on the other side of town than their usual hangout. Todd found a new comic and video game store, and he and Dave figured they'd check it out.

"I can't wait to read it."

"Remember, no spoilers until I pick up my edition too." Dave replied. As they round a corner to get to their bus stop, they are greeted with the sight of a large clearing between buildings.

On the closest side to the boys was a skate park. It had a decent amount of skaters occupying it, echoes of skateboards landing against concrete traveling throughout the park. As the boys walked passed, they could hear the sound of music. The further they walk, the closer the music gets.

The current song that was playing was what Dave imagined rugged bikers with dark sunglasses and handlebar mustaches listened to. Scary and intimidating. It was muddy and grungy and punk and metal? He wasn't well versed enough to really know how to label its genre. Just as one song came to an end, another just like it followed.

He and Todd were both staring at the group surrounding the picnic table that held the speaker. Each one was different from the next, but they all had a similar dark and grungy style.

Something that immediately caught his eye was a black haired girl who took two big steps to get atop the picnic table. As the new song began to pick up, she got into a matching character. As she winded her hips and lip sang to the lyrics, Dave was completely entranced by her. "Woah..."

"Yeah…" Todd absently replies.

Her unnaturally dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and around the curve of her breasts. Her bangs reminded Dave of a toddler who decided to experiment with scissors. They were far too short to be considered "normal", but, Jesus, did she pull them off well.

She had two bows on the sides of her head, one purple and the other an off-white cream color. She wore a black, short sleeve crop top with red writing on it, something Dave couldn't really read clearly from this distance. She had knitted, fingerless gloves on each hand that nearly blended in with her skin tone. Dave's eyes continued to work their way down her legs, finding her thighs covered with light pink, sheer lace shorts that stopped mid thigh. The only thing keeping her "appropriate" were homemade, cut-off jean short shorts.

Dave couldn't help himself; he was captivated. He's never seen anyone dressed like she was, at least not in real life. It was like she stepped right out of an anime. She was incredibly unique. How was she able to pull that off so well?

Dave's eyes wandered down further to get a full view of her exposed, dancing legs. He couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to touch them.

She swiveled her hips in circles as she began to spin and whip her hair to the beat. Dave had this opportunity to move his eyes up, getting a perfect view of her butt, his body lighting up as his heart raced.

She had made a full turn, stopping in the direction of the two boys, catching their stares. Todd immediately turns his head to try and seem captivated by the clouds above, but Dave is not as quick to notice.

"Dave." Todd mumbles, eyes dodging the girl's gaze, darting back and forth from his friend, the ground, and a very (not-so) interesting brick building behind the park. "Dave." Todd repeats, elbowing Dave in the side, finally snapping him out of his hypnosis.

"Ouch!" Dave yelps in surprise, turning to Todd who is looking at him wide eyed, trying to send him a message. Dave looks away from his friend and back to the table dancer. She was staring right at him with squinted eyes. They seem to make eye contact for a solid second before she abruptly lifts a hand to her forehead. She held up her pointer and pinky fingers. The 'rock and roll' symbol she held against her head imitated horns as scrunched her nose, sticking her tongue out like a child. The action shocked Dave, but he couldn't help but find her oddly adorable.

Todd is quick to snatch the handle at the top of Dave's backpack and drag him away to their bus stop at the end of the street. The ride home was a pretty quiet one after that.

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Two weeks have passed since he'd first seen the strange girl. Every spare chance he got during spring break was spent taking advantage of his vigilante skills for the wrong reasons. He had secretly visited that park numerous times, watching his girl and her friend group from afar. He knew that stalking was not how he should've gone about this, but he also didn't see walking straight up to her and introducing himself as an option either.

Something was definitely wrong with him. There is no good reason for him to know where she lives, but he convinced himself it was just to ensure she got home safe. Tonight only enforced that thought.

Usually she would walk home with at least one friend for good measure, but for some unknown reason to Dave, she walked alone.

Today, she had on an extra baggy hoodie. One that he came to know as one of her favorites. It reached the tops of her bare thighs, the hem of her mini skirt just visible below. She wore leg warmers that matched the color of her hoodie and worn combat boots. She had a small backpack that looked like wings on her back, decked out in pins of all kinds. The oversized hood was perched on top of her head.

She was always good about checking her surroundings and looking over her shoulder when walking alone, but this wasn't a matter of a sneak attack.

Dave watched as an older man stepped out in front of his strange girl. Dave couldn't hear the exact dialog due to their distance and the passing people and cars, but he for sure knew that whatever was being said was not welcomed.

"No. Thank you. I'd rather be left alone." Dave heard that loud and clear, so why did this creepy guy not take the hint and leave?

The man abruptly reached for her arm, and gripped it tight. Dave took off in a sprint.

"Get your hands off me, asshole!"

"Don't be a fucking tease-"

"Hey!" Dave cut the guy off, running up behind her. "Didn't you hear what she said, creep? Let her go!" He said firmly. Both the creepy guy and the girl's eyes look over to Dave, both of them giving him a once over. Her eyes were full of confusion, one thinly drawn brow raised. The man scoffed at the kid.

"What the fuck is this?" he shoots back. Dave squares his shoulders and raises his masked chin. "How about you mind your fucking business, princess, before you get hurt." the man follows up, making fun of Dave's costume.

"Let. Her. Go." Dave repeats sternly. The guy laughs in his face.

"Or what, leotard?" Dave follows up by removing the batons from behind his back. He points one at the man.

"Or else I'll have to beat you until you let go?" He says confidently. The girl cringes, that was not nearly as intimidating as he thought it was. The guy laughs again, flicking out a pocket knife. The two men stood there in a stare down. Their pause gave the girl a chance to yank her arm from the man's grasp, simultaneously using her other hand to whip out a pink taser decorated like a mini Gameboy. She shoves the sparked end into the side of the creep's neck, causing him to twitch and spasm. She holds it there until the man falls to the ground twitching, presumably unconscious. She takes her booted foot and jumps into a hard kick to the man's side.

"Fuck you, dipass!" Dave stands there shocked. The girl's gaze switches to face him. He lifts his hands in surrender and slowly puts his batons back. The girl takes one big step closer to Dave. He jumps back, but she is quick to grab one of his hands and begin dragging him down the route of towards her apartment.

They walk a couple blocks and round a corner in silence before she stops abruptly and turns to Dave. He stands there staring, absolutely shell shocked. "Who are you and what do you think you're doing!?" She asks, putting two hands on her hips and resting her weight on one side.

"Uh-" Dave stutters. The girl raises her brows expectantly. "I, uh- I was trying to help you." The girl's brows draw together as she squints.

"Thank you, but, to be honest, you didn't really do much, and that only answered one of my questions."

"Uh, I'm, uh- The name's KickAss." The girl stares at him in disbelief for a good five seconds, searching his eyes for any sense of a joke.

When she doesn't find anything, she lets out a "pfft" and giggles. "You're joking, right?" She raises her brows with a grin.

"Uh, no. I'm not…" Dave's eyes look everywhere but at her.

"I-," giggle, "I'm sorry." Another giggle, " I don't mean to be rude, but KickAss?" Dave smiles nervously, instinctual reaching for the back of his head. "You really need a rebranding, my guy." She says, an amused smile still playing on her lips. Her eyes didn't hold any malice or judgement, just intrigue.

"Yeah, well, I'm obviously not that creative." He laughs nervously. Dave looks back to her, finally getting a proper look at her up close. She's smiling… at him. God, he was going to faint.

"Jesus, your eyes." She says suddenly, catching Dave off guard. "They're gorgeous, my god." She huffs a short laugh, staring into his eyes. Dave can't keep eye contact for long, completely flustered. He thanked the powers that be that he had a mask on at this very moment. He was sure he was as red as ever.

"Thank you." He looks down. "You, uh, your eyes are beautiful, too." He says sheepishly. She laughs, shaking her head.

"Oh, please. They're just a normal, old brown. Nothing compared to your stunners. Wow." She throws back at him. "Well, I appreciate you stepping in, KickAss." She thanks, putting emphasis on his 'name'.

"No problem. You seem to have it handled without me." His illusion of 'stalking for protection' ruined.

"Nonsense! Thankfully, I didn't need you to start a fight this time. The fact that you even stepped in at all when you saw something means a lot, so thank you." She clasps her hands in front of her, swaying side to side.

"Can I walk you the rest of the way?" He asks. She shakes her head.

"As sweet as that is, no, thank you. I don't quite know how I feel about masked men knowing where I live." She teases. "Plus, it's not much further. I'll be okay." She smiles at him, again. Dave can't decide if he wishes she'd stop looking at him or if he wishes she'd keep her gaze on him forever. She begins walking away, "Thanks, again! See you around!" She shouts behind her, turning another corner.

》》》

Two months have passed. Shortly after their first, up close, encounter, Dave made it a point to walk her home every chance he got, always when she was alone. Well, not every time. She started to get suspicious as to how he always knew when she was walking alone. "Are you following me?" She'd ask, Dave giving an unconvincing 'pfft' and a 'no', causing her to roll her eyes. After that, he made sure to space out their walks but still following her from a distance. It's now nearing the end of June, and his graduation date is only a couple weeks out.

This night was a first. She invited Dave in. His eyes widened in shock, "Yeah, sure!" He said a little too enthusiastically, internally cringing at himself, but his awkwardness only caused her to giggle.

She nods, "Okay. My brother is home, so you'll have to sneak in. I'll go in first. Just turn the corner," she points, "and use the fire escape ladder to get to the fourth window up. My window has a collection of ninja turtle action figures on the sill." Dave opens his mouth to say something, but she continues, "Wait there until I come in. I just have to let my brother know I'm home first, then I can disappear into my room." Dave sits his mouth and nods. "Okay, I'll see you up there!" She smiles, jogging into the building.

Dave watches her jog up the stairs until he can't see her anymore. He then makes his way around the building and, as instructed, climbs up the fire escape. He gets to her window with ease. Through the parted curtains, he could see into her dark room. The light in the hallway provided little to illuminate the room from the bottom of the closed door, but thanks to the setting sun, Dave could clearly see the four little trinkets on her windowsill. It made him smile. She was a little nerdy, too.

"Ok, I'll order the pizza!" Before Dave could analyze her room any further, she bursts through the door, tossing her bag on the floor. She turns, closing and locking the door before running up to the window. She throws the curtains open and slides up the window, smiling brightly at him. "Hola."

"Buenas Noches, señorita." Dave says, again cringing at his choice of words, getting a laugh out of her.

"Vamos." She says, stepping aside. He climbs through the window, trying his best to avoid disrupting the figures. "You up for pizza?" She asks once he's fully inside.

Dave nods, looking around at her room. "Yeah, sure."

She smiles up at him, gesturing to her room, "Bienvenido a mi casa." She says dramatically. "Make yourself at home, señor KickAss."

Dave chuckles at her, shaking his head. "Gracias." His accent is still strongly American, but four years of Spanish didn't make it the worst. He goes to sit on the plush bench at the end of her bed. He figured that was a safe bet. He wasn't on her bed, but he also wasn't awkwardly sitting at her desk in the corner of the room. It was a kind of middle ground. His eyes follow her as she goes over to her old school boombox, graffitied with stickers, and turns on some music, low enough for them to hear each other, but just loud enough to disguise their voices from any eavesdropping. "Do I need to worry about your brother?" He asks playfully, deep down a little nervous.

"No, he's playing video games with our cousins online. He can't hear a thing with his-"

"AHHH! NO MAMES WEY!" a scream can be heard, as if on queue, scaring the fuck out of Dave.

She rolls her eyes, continuing, "headphones on." She sits on her bed, crawling over to rest her bare legs on the empty cushion next to Dave. She grabs her laptop that was laying on the bed and opens it up. "What kind of pizza do you like?" She asks, typing away.

"Uh, whatever." He says, unsure.

"Well, guess we can't go wrong with half pepperoni and half cheese." She says, placing the order. "My brother is pretty boring when it comes to pizza." Another scream could be heard in the background, promoting another eyeroll. Dave chuckles a little, nodding.

He twiddles his thumbs before asking, "So, why did you invite me in?" The girl shrugs her shoulders, still typing and clicking away.

"I dunno. You've walked me home nearly everyday for the passed 2 months, and I've grown to trust you. Every time we part ways, I feel the urge to keep you around. I figured it was about time we hung out for more than just a few blocks." She closes her laptop hallway and sets it to the side. His heart flutters.

Dave looks at her stunned. "You want to hang out with me?" The girl squints at him.

"Um, yeeaaah. What kind of question is that?"

"I, uh- I mean- it's just- you know-..." He stutters. She giggles at him.

"What?"

"I mean, you're just so cool, and I'm, you know-"

She looks at him amused. "You're what? A cool vigilante guy who is sweet and funny and someone who should totally should give himself more credit." She bends her legs, nudging him softly with her knee. She scoots down the bed a little to sit closer to Dave, holding her knees to her chest. She uses her oversized sweatshirt to encompass her entire body. Dave looks at her with admiration, his heart racing again, before looking away from her and down at the bench below him. "I don't hear a 'Gracias' or a 'Tienes razón, mi hermosa. Eres muy inteligente y eres la mujer más bella del mundo. Gracias por todo, mi amor.'" She goes on.

Dave laughs, "Thank you. I don't know if you're right, but you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." Dave says boldly but still avoiding eye contact, looking down at his hands.

The girl's eyes widen, "You speak Spanish?" She looks horrified, embarrassed by the words of praise she tried to get him to say.

"A little." He twiddles his thumbs more, "I've been taking Spanish all throughout high school. I am no expert, but I can get around." He shrugs.

"Welp, that's embarrassing." the girl reaches up to tug hard on the strings of her hoodie, hiding her face in the fabric. Dave looks up and reaches for her hands.

"Que? No 'gracias'?" He teases, trying to get a look at her face. He has no clue what is coming over him, but he is becoming a bit more comfortable. His heart is still pounding, but seeing her get flustered brought his confidence up. She peers out from inside her hoodie. Her wide eyed look nearly floored him. He was forever grateful that he was already seated or else his knees would have buckled.

"Gracias,... señor KickAss." She says playfully, trying to make up for her embarrassment by joking off. He offers her a soft smile, melting her. It was now her turn to avoid his eyes. Her eyes make their way over to the stereo. "So… you're still in high school?" She asks, looking back to him, wearily.

He nods, "Y-Yeah, but not for long." He says quickly, the realization coming quick that they don't actually know each other's ages. "I graduate in like 2 weeks." Her nonexistent brows raise as she nods. "Are you?"

She shakes her head, "No, I tested out, got my diploma early. I couldn't be bothered with high school anymore." She shrugged. Dave's brows shot up. She really was smart. "It's just me and my brother. The earlier I got out of high school, the more time I had. It allowed me to help out with bills and whatever, get us a nicer place." She gestures to the room around her. "I mean, it may not seem like much, but trust me when I say it's a million times better than where we were." She then takes the time to look around and appreciate her surroundings.

Dave's look of admiration returns. "You're amazing." He blurts out. The girl's eyes find him, holding his eye contact, again with this wide eyed stare. She was gonna kill him. Her heart stopped when she looked in his eyes and found nothing but honesty and softness. She gives him a little smile. My god, Dave was literally going to pass out.

》》》

Dave didn't seem to notice, but hours went by with them talking, eating pizza, and talking some more. It was now pitch black outside, and the only light in the room was coming from her bedside lamps and a flickering candle.

By now, both of them had made their way into the bed. Dave was laying on his back, watching the ceiling while she was laying on her stomach perched up on her elbow, watching him. They were currently both comfortably silent, the soft music still playing in the background. She guessed that her brother must have fallen asleep at his console by now, considering there weren't any more frustrating cries or exciting cheers heard from across the apartment. Dave is the first to interrupt the silence between them. "Would it be a terrible idea to take my mask off right now?"

The girl gasps dramatically, placing a hand on her chest, "and reveal your secret identity, Zorro?" She lets out a short laugh, this causes Dave to let out a tired smile.

"I'm being serious." There's a pause.

"Well…" the girl starts, "you know, once you do so, there's no going back. I'm not so much of a bitch that I'd ever expose you, but you know… it's a big step."

"Is it in the right direction?" he asks, turning his head to look over at her. They stare deeply into each other's eyes.

She sighs, "I'm sorry, babe, but that's a decision you'll have to make on your own." The pet name catches Dave off guard. He nods and sits up, causing the girl next to him to follow suit, twisting her body so she's cross crossed and facing him. Dave takes a deep breath and reaches for the back of his mask. Just as his gloved hands meet the fabric, he felt a smaller hand touch his. "Are you sure?... Absolutely positive?"

He doesn't move, "Positive." He replies. She lefts go of his hand and he pulls the mask forward and off his head. He kept his head down for a second, taking in a deep breath. He could feel her eyes staring at the side of his head.

He looks up and turns to her. They make eye contact for a good 3 second before her sleeve covered hands come flying up to her face, covering her eyes. "Oh my god!"

"Oh my god, what?!" Dave panics.

"You're hot!" She exclaims. Wow, did she really know how to throw Dave off. He watches her, shocked. "This feels wrong, oh my god!" She says, muffled by her sleeves. "I should not be seeing this right now." Dave smiles a little. How does she do this? She's just too cute.

He reaches up for her hands, "Well, like you said, there's no going back, babe." He says, pulling her hands down. Her eyes were squeezed shut, scrunching up her face in what Dave thought was the most adorable way. "Oh, don't be a baby. Open your eyes." He says. She squeezes them even harder just before opening them up, like ripping off a bandaid.

She lets out a sigh as her eyes roam over every feature. She takes a moment to just admire his face before giggling when her eyes make their way to his hair. "What?" Dave asked, this time not panicked, but amused.

She giggles some more, smiling wide. "Your hair is a mess." She says finally, biting her smile.

He rolls his eyes, "Yeah, I don't really do face reveals, so I didn't bother thinking of a way to properly tie my hair up under the mask."

She smiles at him softly, her eyes relaxed. She reaches up to touch his cheek. It's warm and a little sweaty from being stuck under a mask for the last several hours. They get lost in each other's eyes. Dave's jaw was slack, lips parted slightly. Her features still held her soft smile.

"I think I love you." Dave says abruptly, taking her aback.

"What?-"

"I just always feel so safe and comfortable around you, and I love how you're so unapologetically yourself, and you are always so kind and beautiful, and I can't help but find myself always thinking about you, and I'm always wondering if you're thinking about me to, which I hope you do, because I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I wasn't on your mind the way you're on mine, and ever since I saw you dancing on that picnic table when Todd and I were walking to the bus stop and you made that weird adorable little devil horn face thing, I knew I just had to know you, like I was drawn to you, and-"

"Wait, that was you?"

Dave ignores get question and continues rambling, "and I know we're just kids, but I can't think of a better way to live life than with you, and I want us to be together. I want to go to see your favorite scary movies with you, even though it confuses me as to why you still go to them when you say they always scar you, and I want to hold your hand and be there for you when you're scared. I want to go see those bands you always talk about in concert with you. I want to learn every lyric to every one of your favorite songs just to impress you when they come on. I want to hold you at night when you've had a bad day and don't know what to do with yourself. I want to keep you safe and always make sure you're happy. I want to be the reason you smile. I want to walk with you forever, stay by your side. I want to fall asleep beside you every night and wake up to you every morning, and I want nothing more than to hear you say you love me and tell me you love me the same way I love you, and I-"

"Dave, shut up!" She says with a smile, her eyes glistening. "Breathe." They both take a deep breath together. "If you keep going, you'll turn blue." They share a small laugh. "Can I kiss you?" She asks.

Without responding, Dave dives forward and kisses her full force. They deepen the kiss, her other hand reaching up to caress his other cheek, his hands resting on the bed, one on each side of her knees.

Without breaking the kiss, Dave moves to readjust. He pulls her closer, moving her to sit in his lap. She follows his lead, getting up to straddle him. Dave wraps his arms around her waist, hugging her closer to him. She arches her back, "accidentally" grinding against him. Dave is first to break the kiss with a gasp, his hands immediately making their way to her hips. She opens her eyes to find Dave's squeezed shut with his eyebrows narrowed together. His blue eyes open to meet hers after a second, both of them breathing heavily, Dave's eyes wide and innocent, looking up at her.

"Sorry." He says, embarrassed that she was able to affect him so easily. She grins, shaking her head.

"Don't be sorry. It's good to know I have such an effect on you." She leans down to rest her forehead on his. She squishes his check together, pushing him down to the bed, his hands finding themselves caressing her now exposed butt from under the mini skirt she still wore. He felt all the blood drain from his head downward. "Should we keep going?" She asks. Dave nods furiously, no longer able to form words.

She leans in slowly to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you, too."

》》》

Moodboard (exposing "y/n") on my page under #weird girl swiss fic

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[hapuriainen]

Some comparisons of the “Disney girls if they were the player character in a pokemon game” designs, the earliest being from 2012.

Snow White - hasn’t changed much from the initial idea. For the most recent version aside from the improved colours (which really goes for all of these) I made the pocket a bit more sensible in size and less bland with the logo and changed the sleeves into something a little less costume-y looking. And apparently I had never bothered to check what her eye colour is supposed to be before?

Cinderella - I think the first one is way too tomboyish for Cinderella so it was a good idea to give her a skirt instead. And stop trying to copy the hairstyle as is, how is it supposed to work anyway? The most recent version is supposed to be wearing see-through plastic sneakers which was the closest equivalent of a glass slipper I could think of, but I don’t think you can see that well enough from this far.

Alice - I also like the original idea but it does look a bit too much like a costume. The more recent version is one of my favourites of the set, both with the design and how the art turned out overall.

Tinkerbell - I remember being dissatisfied with the first version (mostly for being boring) and thought I should have given her shorts instead, so here is that now. The top could still use some work though.

Aurora - She feels like she’s incrementally getting towards my ideal design but isn’t there quite yet. I probably should have done more with the half pink-half blue thing.

Eilonwy - not a lot to work with about her, though what is up with the shoes on the middle one?

Ariel - I don’t know what I was thinking with the turtleneck in the middle one, it’s supposed to be a warm weather design. Though to be fair sandals would be a better fit for that, but I like the stockings to represent her tail. Also apparently I got obscenely lazy with the shoes with the most recent one.

Belle - has barely changed at all, I remember being very happy with the initial design. Though now that I think about it the bag probably should use a different shade of blue. I’ve also done an earlier design with the yellow dress, but it’s so monochrome that it’s a bit hard to work with it.

Jasmine - I clearly wasn’t even trying with the first design, it’s just her canon outfit with very minor tweaks and a pokeball, and the second one isn’t any better. But to me Jasmine had one of the biggest glow ups with the most recent design and the art turned out cute as well.

Pocahontas - I really like the pants and would have liked to use them again, but then I thought, “is this problematic”, and ended up not using the tassel fringe thing. Overall she was a huge struggle and I’m not happy with the result at all, Pocahontas’ canon design has a lot of elements to work with, but I tried so many versions of one sleeved/one sleeve off the shoulder/layered tops and they all looked like a dancer or a figure skater. And I also attempted a tunic-like design like Yellow but that just looked like a LoZ oc. So this design is definitely subject to change if I redo everyone again in ten years. At least her face turned out cute..

Esmeralda - Another mess in both attempts, her canon design also has a lot of interesting details but somehow the best I could do with ended up being a schoolgirl? In my defense she was among the last characters I drew for this set and at that point I was just burnt out and ready to move to something else, so it was either this or not being drawn at all. Better luck next time!

Megara - the first attempt is pretty random and lazy and I don’t like it at all, but I do like how the second one turned out. Overall it does skew a bit too young though especially for a character like Megara, but she’s a kid here so maybe it’s ok?

Mulan - she is my favourite Disney heroine so it’s always frustrated me that I had never been able to really get the Poke design to work. But this time it somehow clicked that I could take inspiration from the male protagonists instead. I think the details could still do some workshopping but overall I like the result this time around.

Jane - the first one isn’t a Poketrainer at all, it’s just a jungle explorer anime girl. Though I guess there’s not much change in the second one either...

Kida - this has always been somewhat of a “just throw random ideas in there” kind of design and especially the first one I clearly had no idea what I was doing. In the most recent version I think the decision to move the mark to her hat was the best update, a facial tattoo on the supposed average kid feels kind of strange. 

Giselle - I really like the most recent one, it’s one of the most dynamic poses and I think it has a nice balance of “fine lady” and “going on a Pokemon adventure”. Not sure if any of them are properly recognisable as Giselle though.

Tiana - as you can see I have no idea what to do with her. I don’t know what’s wrong, there’s so much to work with her canon design but nothing ever works out properly. Many of my ideas, like poofy pants (because of the dress shape) also felt too kiddy and so out of character for Tiana who is at the more mature end of Disney princesses. Still, with the most recent attempt there is a lot I like, but somehow it doesn’t quite fit together and I now notice that repeating the flower shape everywhere is pretty awkward. Sorry Tiana! Maybe fourth time is the charm.

Charlotte - the first attempts feel too much like a formal party outfit instead of something for an adventure, so I had to lose the updo at least. The hat is a little silly but I figured it would fit the goofier Charlotte. I do like the bubble skirt (one of the abandoned Tiana ideas) but the top could still use some work.

Rapunzel - very pleased with how the most recent one turned out apart from the hair looking a little too brown, it’s supposed to be just shading and not two-tone hair. 

Merida - I’ve never figured out how to do her hair in Pokemon form and her canon dress is pretty stingy with workable details. I got the idea of using plaid from Sword/Shield, but I noticed everyone and their mother already drew Merida in a plaid shirt so I put it on her shorts instead. But in hindsight maybe I should have just gone with the flow.

Vanellope - her design is really fun to work with and the result is one of my favourites. With the newer version I realised that I tend to use white a lot when I don’t know what to do, which usually is at least inoffensive, but that there could be a more interesting option if I dare to try something else (talking about the socks here).

Anna - quite pleased with how the new version turned out but it could still do with some work, what was I thinking with black boots and almost-black tights? 

Elsa - I really like how the cardigan thing turned out, except for the fact that I realised I had already used practically the same thing for Aurora (but hers is more boring so it’s the one subject to change). Meanwhile the dress is pretty bland. The leggings use the ice type uniform design from Sword/Shield.

Moana - Another victim of the “I have to churn out something” project finale. I think I already had this queued and had to go back to doing at least some fixes because the initial version was somehow even more boring. I think the loose pants idea is very workable but she’ll just need more time and effort.

Raya, Mirabel - they’re too recent to have a comparison but let’s have a few words on them anyway. I just couldn’t get anything out of Raya’s design (though she was one of the last characters  to be drawn and also I really don’t like her movie so I was very much not in a mood to try very hard) so the result ended up pretty boring and definitely waiting for a redesign. As for Mirabel I like her look a lot more and especially the skirt practically designed itself, but this still kinda feels like a first draft. 

#disney #pokemon #comparison #art evolution

[acethegaycard]

A New Look?

Alternative title: What I would give genshin guys to wear

Basically Reverse isekai but now you gotta make normal outfits for the characters so they don't stick out like a sore thumb. It can also be read as modern AU outfits if you prefer

Characters in order:

Heizou, Xiao, Albedo, Zhongli, Wanderer, Kaeya, Venti, Ayato, Diluc, Kazuha

Honestly heizou would be an easy pick. Old fashioned British detective style. Sherlock Holmes, trench coats, shades of brown, all that jazz. Also, give him access to true crime podcasts, he'll never be bored again. 

I'd give xiao the ol' hot topic skater fit. Black, band tees, lots of rings and jewelry, fake pieces, ripped jeans, yeaa. It matches his personality too. Not with fashion but if you do get band t shirts tell him alot about said band just incase one of those "name five members or your not a true fan" people talk to him. 

Albedo gets the light academia scholar outfits. Kinda chill, collared shirts, lighter colors, shades of brown and blue. Some gold every once in a while. Loose fitting stuff. Flowy sleeves. Lots of rings. Maybe one or two gold necklaces that he wears every once in a while. The type of outfits you see those aesthetic college student wearing. Maybe a bit of cottagecore. Lots of white shirts. 

Zhongli would look like that one professor that everybody has a crush on tbh. Not as formal as what he wears in game but still, collared shirts, suits once in a while, always wears a tie, owns one dark brown trench coat that he wears everywhere at all costs. Lots of darker browns with gold accents here and there. Not a necklace kinda guy but wears a good amount of rings. Totally has reading glasses. Has alot of custom hair pins for some reason? Idk I just feel like he does. Has 100 pairs of dress shoes, and like one pair of black boots. Nothing else. Also If you give him his own closet it's so organized. Spotless, everything fits in the closet right, its honestly impressive. 

Wanderer would be alot like Xiao. Hot topic's no. 1 customer. He'd have more of a blue and purple color scheme than black though. Actually listens to all the bands he has shirts of. Big punk fan. Wears this one black beanie with a skull on it basically every day. His shoe game is good, like really good. Had alot of platform shoes so he can look taller. Lots of cropped shirts that looked ripped. No long sleeves, short sleeves and sleeveless tees. An absolute MASTER at makeup, specifically eyeliner. Lotsssss of turtlenecks. 

Ooohoho now Kaeya would be f u n to style. Has a more simple style. Those pinterest dudes?? Yeah, think of that. Plain colored shirts, turtlenecks alot, almost never sleeveless. Lots of long sleeves stuff.

Give him one of those black corsets that I always see, since he wears one on his original outfit. Wears necklaces, but doesnt layer them or anything. One simple necklace at a time. A TON of silver rings. Hes got those pinterest guy hands. Wears sheer black gloves. Has this one cropped blue jacket but it's more of a sweater and he always wears it when layering clothing. 

Hanging earrings are necessary for him. Has a belt with a snowflake design on it that he uses alot. Almost never wears sweaters. Wears blue, grey, and black almost religiously. 

Ahhh venti :) Think similar to albedos but more Victorian than college student vibes. Again, long sleeves, flowy, lotssss of ruffles, has a generous amount of green accents. Has this one emerald necklace that resembles a vision somewhat and he adores it. Never takes it off. Not a giant ring person, but has around a thousand hats. Paper boy hats in green, might own a bucket hat or two? Hes got the whole hat-universe. Always wear white socks that go just below his knees with EVERYTHING. Has multiple pairs and some are a bit more sheer than the others. Has a pair or two of white fingerless gloves to wear with long sleeves, and full, white and sheer gloves he wears when he isnt wearing long sleeves. White button ups are his life. Usually doesnt tuck said button ups in.   (Totally not a walking mitski reference) 

Ayato isnt THAT complex. And he's got similar style to Zhongli, but complety different color schemes. Wears suits often, and they follow a pattern. White shirt, black tie, light blue suit jacket. The icon of white pants, he basically never wears anything else. For smaller accessories they're usually dark blue or black in color. Not a ring person either, but wears one or two black rings occasionally. Has earrings but not dangly ones. Just black studs. Has alot of dark blue hair pins to keep his hair back. Theres no way his hair naturally just stays that way ok?? Every single boba place within 40 miles knows his name and face by memory. Wears the same looking black shoes all the time. 

Diluc is probably another trench coat kinda guy. Less suits, more trench coats for him. In the fancy looking suit and tie gang with Ayato and Zhongli. Usually wears black button ups instead of white ones, with a crimson red tie and a brown trench coat, or a white tie and a darker red coat. Totally not an accessories guy. No necklaces, earrings, and maybe just one single gold rings he wears once every century. Another black shoes only person. I feel like the coats he wear have some fur on them in places. Just a thought. Always carries around like 3 extra hair ties in his pocket just in case he need one. 

Kazuha is a comfy clothing icon. Not one for a thousand things on his outfits for aesthetic purposes, just wears what he likes and adds accessories if he feels like it.  And absolute king of the fall outfit aesthetic. Outfits usually consists of slightly baggy autumn colored shirts, always short sleeves. Sweatpants or just light colored/bleached cuffed jeans. (Yes I said CUFFED) And occasionally has a darker colored orange and red knit sweater over him. Probably has one or two necklaces on at a time. Always wears this one necklace with a gold chain and a maple leaf charm on it. A gold colored accessories person. Most of the rings he has are gold. Has his ears pierced and usually wears black or gold studs. Sonetimes he wears dangly earrings but nothing to crazy. Ties his hair back a lot less. 

(I wrote this on the train lmao)

#genhsin impact #genshin #genshin rambles #isekai #reverse isekai #sagau #sagau x reader #self aware genshin #heizou #xiao #zhongli #ayato #diluc #venti #kazuha #albedo #heizou x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #ayato x reader #diluc x reader #venti x reader #kazuha x reader #albedo x reader #Sagau x reader #genshin modern au

[georgecunt]

for when u wake up. What kind of outfits would dnf have in the skate thingie

oh god u don't understand how cool this was to think about but also! how difficult!!

Men costumes are usually either 1.plain shirt 2. tight black long sleeve 3. the ugliest thing you've seen in your life (with some VERY SPARSE outliers), so this was hard but here's my try at it.

So, I think Sapnap and Dream would have a kind-of similar style not because they do irl, but because of the music choices.

Sapnap's best programs are on (not urban) spanish/latin music with a lot of classic guitar. This means he literally has the option of going, off-white shirt or black top with very little shinies if at all. Red accents are allowed. He's the one i have more vague in my mind but fl Sapnap would go more on the black with golden accents, cleavage + golden jewelry. He's the most likely to wear a full black costume in competition. Examples: (i hate suspenders to death but u get the gist)

Now, Dream. Why are him and Sapnap similar? -> shirt as costumes. I don't think Dream would go for full body tight, but also I think that his outfits really progress during the years. Dream is a kind of a modern pop/ballad skater so I think he'd wear lighter colours and costumes that "look like clothes".

Examples (the burgundy would probs be dark green but u get it, also little cleavage because he's a coward):

For his comeback season though (after his injury and George coming to Canada for him), he does his short in a black tight costume with blue accents and his free in a off-white blouse that's more open and soft AND HE SLAYS (i love that shirt think of dream in that, his comeback, making a new record again my baby).

George now!! So, if he could he would wear full black loose tops and that's it, because 1. he doesn't like the feel of tight clothes 2. shirts are awful and he hates them. Problem for him -> his trainer/coreographer is Stpehane Lambiel who's a drama queen and would not let him. So, because his programs are very classic, ice-prince type of coreo, he wears loose mesh outfits (give the illusion of see through but aren't really), with light blues and turqouises.

Examples (the last one my absolute fave for him, ots such a famous one but,, look at it):

Now, for their exhibition. They dance together a modern song (think virtue/moire stay) which is more on Dream's repertoire that what George's would be, but they´ve been just playing around with that song so long in the rests from training and when it was only just them that is so personal. I think Dream wears a shirt very similar to this but with a slightly different fit (tucked in bottom, similar to George's light blue/white costume from before). Also, the back as it is but would change the front so it doesn't look like a fake jacket but as a unified one piece gradient.

For George tho, i think originally he was thinking on a loose full black with golden rhinestones (and that's what Dream thinks his costume is) but then Lambiel convinces him to change it so they match better. Makes sense with the lore okay. He changes it to something similar to note stellata (again, a classic) but with blue as the contrast color. The cut being diagonal down to his pants instead of tucked in gives it a more "dress" look than the tucked-in shirts he usually wears and the contrast works with dream's. The flowy bits give contrast from the tightness of the rest of the shirt and the silhouette!!

This one would've been designed to work with Dream's so the match would be better okay, it's hard to find men's costumes that already match for pairs

#eras.ask #okay this was so long sorry #but it was SO FUN #i think my fave outfits are probably Drem's comback fs because imagine him in it #its so soft and romantic and he'd shut everyones mouth i promise #george notte stellata is so beautiful but also chopin #fs.dnf

[tbtwo]

Three years ago I posted some very rushed scribbles on some alternative civvie fit designs and for a while now I’ve been itching to redo them, but to also take it a little step forward to general design tweaks detailed notes + reasoning for my choices under the readmore!

Scott Push his pilot aesthetic, or hell just make it obvious in the first place. Also push his visible age a little bit more, Scott being worn from raising his brothers is something that means the world to me.

A bomber jacket Jeff gave him for his 18th birthday.

Chinos or something similar, pants that actually fit him.

Simple work boots, OR Chelsea boots

Aviators that either sit on the top of his head or hooked in on his shirt

Not visible, but a fitness watch

Hair is more visibly greying, and he gets sideburns cause I said so.

Virgil My original redesign wanted to make his mechanic side more obvious, he probably still dresses like that alternatively, but I wanted something a bit more smart this time.

Dyes his hair, it's natural colour is brown, similar to TOS Virgil.

Light denim jacket over the flannel shirt.

Green cargo pants for the green cargo plane pilot.

Steel capped work boots

Not pictured, but wears beanie when it gets cold.

Dogtags don't have any sort of significance, just thought they were fun.

Chin scruff cause I think it's cute.

John I hate his canonical civvies, what were they thinking. I give him here business casual warm winter wear. I think he's used to the cold but just loves dressing with layers if he can. Turtlenecks and scarves.

Bleaches and dyes hair, his natural shade is blonde ala Gordon.

Big sweaters

Wears gaudy patterned pants

Dress shoes and loafers.

Other than that he's pretty simple, nothing flashy, but smart.

Gordon In my minds eye, Gordon is so much of a little rockstar surfer boy. As such, I want to ruffle him up, sand in his hair and the sun in his eyes.

Naturally that blonde, but hair is darkening and you can see it in his roots.

Shaggier, longer hair.

Just the worst tanlines ever, and of course the puka shell necklace.

The hawaiian shirt still present, but button downed and tucked into his pants, wears a light tanktop underneath.

Lots of bracelets and trinkets around the wrists.

Acid washed denim shorts, of course

Slip on sandals for lazy boy comfort

Alan I don't like canonical Alan's outfit, it feels so dated. So if we're gonna date him, I'm gonna go 90s delinquent, because he wants to Look Cool

Hair is natural, but will darken like Gordon's

Always wears two shirt layers, a long sleeve under a short sleeve.

If not the shirts, then a hoodie.

Baggy, baggy faded skater jeans.

Hightop sneaks, socks not visible but they're always unmatching, he's not gonna put in the time to find socks that match!

Generally, I'm trying to go for a 2010s meets Late 90s sort of energy, as I personaly think it's a fun way for the reboot to mix our current nostalgia with the sentiments of the original series's own mid century futurism pop culture mixer.

Though honestly, I think Scott just deserves a really cool jacket.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #myart #scott tracy #virgil tracy #john tracy #gordon tracy #alan tracy

[callsign-magnolia]

Can you write a little something fluffy about Bob? Maybe about him on a first date?

AH! I sure can! I'm loving the multiple Bob asks that I'm getting! Thank you so much for the ask, babe! 🥰

I fixed my dress in the mirror for the fifth time. "Why is it that when I have something important is when nothing wants to fit right?" I asked, huffing and storming back into my closet. I searched through the rack and came up with nothing. The pale purple skater dress I had on would have to do. I slipped on some white wedges before grabbing my phone. "Shit!" I cursed, rushing downstairs. I was gonna be late for my date. I got into my car and sped through town, finding a parking spot right on time. I took a few deep breaths before getting out of my car and hiking my purse up on my shoulder. I looked down at my phone to see a text.

I'm by the coffee cart on the corner of Lakeview and Memorial. 😁

I was parked off Memorial and it was a short walk. I was surprised when my date asked me to join him at a farmers market. But it was different and I was excited and nervous all at once. Once I made it to the corner I looked around and saw him across the street. I took a deep breath and approached the blonde. "Robert?" I asked and he turned to me, a small smile appearing on his face. "H-hi." He said, holding out his hand. I think his nerves were worse than mine, so I just grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug. "Hi." I said before we pulled away. "You look... beautiful." He said and a blush crept up my neck. "Thank you. You look very handsome." He had on a blue button up and khakis. "I really like your glasses." I said and he shook his head. "No one like BCG's." He said and I giggled, raising a brow. "BCG's?" I asked and he sighed. "I'm a Weapon's System Officer in the Navy and I have to wear these when we fly. They're so ugly we refer to them as birth control goggles. Tends to repel women." He said and I laughed.

"Well I think they suit you, and you still look very handsome with your BCG's." I said and he smiled, holding out his elbow for me to take. I wrapped my hand around his bicep, feeling the thick muscle hidden beneath his sleeve. "I thought we could get breakfast, then go and shop around a little." I smiled and nodded. "Sure. Sounds fun." We sat down for breakfast and I couldn't choose between waffles or pancakes, so Robert ordered waffles and I ordered pancakes before we split them in half and had both. "This was a wonderful idea." I said when I finished my food. "Like I said, why pick when you can have both?" He asked and I giggled. After breakfast he once again offered me his elbow as we walked. We walked around and he bought some vegetables and I found a candle that smelled heavenly. I stopped, looking at a stand with a bunch of preserves on it, and I was so focused I didn't realize Robert had stepped away.

I turned and was surprised to see a bouquet of purple tulips in front of me. "Oh, Robby!" I gasped. "They're beautiful." I said, taking the bouquet from him. I looked up to see him looking at me. "What?" I asked. "You called me Robby." He said and another blush crept onto my cheeks. "I'm sorry." I said and he shook his head. "No, I liked it. No ones ever called me Robby before." He said and I smiled at him, taking his arm one more time. "Well I'm glad I'm the first." I said as we walked up the street. We had been to every booth here and there was nothing else to do. "I know dates usually end after a few hours." He said, looking down at me. "But I really, really don't want this date to end." He said and I nodded in agreement. "Me either." I said and he smiled at me, his eyes so much brighter than they were and his smile lit up his face. "So, with that being said. Would you want to come back to my place? Cook dinner with me?" He asked and I couldn't help but smile and nod. "I'd love too, Robby." I said before taking his arm again.

Just realized this could be a prequel to the ask I did earlier!

Celebrate 500 followers with me! Send me an ask with an aviator and an idea and I'll write it! 🎉

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[crazyclownthanos]

husband and wifee

Aicer back when she was younger, i thought it would be neat if her and Noelle had the same robe strap colour thingo (I understand Noelle favourite colour is green hence why her strap colour, but i hc Acier favourite colour also being green, same go for the choice of wearing leg warmers)

Aicer’s fashion inspo reminds of an ice skater lol. but i wanted something elegant yet flexible, i wanted her to wear something that represented her youth hence the short dress, side bangs, messy ponytail. I didn’t want her outfit to ENTIRELY represent Noelle, so i added a lil bit of Nebra’s and Solid’s lavender and light pink colour palette to her outfit.

I want to explore other then adding feathers to the end of their dresses or suits. feathers to the the hem, sleeves.

Triton awfully looks like Nozel. in the future i need to make him look like less Nozel and more like Nebra and Solid!!! Originally I pitched him to be from the Seabed temple, but i strayed from the idea and forged he’s from Atlantis. He has gills, fibbers that once withered or magically or biologically had to rid of when Triton moved to the Clover Kingdom.

The original background:

#black clover #acier silva #papa silva #triton silva #te #back on tumblr is crazyyyuy #drawing grinde #I HATE MY BACKGROUND IM SORRY #the background i user isn’t mine

[deacblues]

The coolest man in Houston.

Friend showed me this Thrasher video and everyone was wearing khakis and ball caps and short sleeved tees and I made the connection that this is how Bro dresses. Like a skater boy.

#bro strider #homestuck #fanart #doodle

[strangerthingslover69]

You’ve got daddy problems

Dmitri + female reader

18+ no minors please!

Warnings ~ Swearing, drinking, signs of abuse, smoking and touching ~

At a party the Byers are hosting for Dmitri’s birthday, you drink too much to forget your fight with your dad. You decide to just let go. You’ve got daddy problems and Dmitri can help fix that

You make your way over to the Byers house with red eyes and a bottle of opened vodka. You and your dad had another argument. You and your dad never got along and as you were getting older it was getting worse.

You were getting ready to come to this party, it was for Dmitri’s birthday. You wanted to look pretty and feel good. You had chosen your outfit and laid it on your bed, a black skater shirt, short sleeves blouse, black fishnets and some black lace up boots. You’d just come out the shower when you heard your name being shouted by your dad. You roll your eyes and make your way down. Your dad was in the kitchen looking dressed up, your mum was passed out on the couch from being a work for the last fourteen hours and your little brother was eating his tea. ‘You need to babysit’ your dad said bluntly. ‘What? No I can’t I’ve got plans.’ You say folding your arms. Your dad puts on his jacket and sighs turning to you, ‘cancel them. I’m going out.’ He says about to grab his car keys but your too quick snatch them. ‘No. You cancel yours. You knew about mine last week! Who is it tonight, Amy or Jenna?’ You raising you eyebrows. Your dad pulls you by the wrist dragging you into the hall. ‘You little bitch. You can’t say that shit in front of your brother. What if he heard?!’ He says angrily at you still digging his fingers in your wrists. ‘Well what do you expect? Your married. To our mum or did you forget? I really don’t get why she stays with a useless man like you. Wait your not even a man. Just a little boy. Jamie’s more grown up than you and he’s fucking thirteen.’ You snarl through your teeth. Your dad pulls you in, ‘bitch. You will pay for that one.’ He realised your wrist but not before smacking you across the face. You stumble to the stairs in shock holding your face. ‘I’m going out. Look after your brother.’ Your dad said slamming the door behind. The sound wakes your mum up. She gets up from the sofa looking for you. ‘Eveything okay honey?’ She asks coming round the corner. You don’t want her to see you like this so you race up the stairs shouting down, ‘y-yeah. Fine mum.’ You go to your room closing the door behind falling to the ground crying. He’d never hit you before. Your guessing by his eyes he’d taken something again. You compose yourself and get up to get ready. You were going out. You look at your clothes and decide to change them. Just to spite him you pick your shortest skirt but keep the blouse. Still wearing your black fishnets and boots. You put on some accessories, you find a bracelet to cover the mark on your wrist. You leave your hair down leaving it to do it’s own thing and look in the mirror. Closer inspection you see your dads handprint on the side of your face. You cover it up with some make up hoping that’ll be enough. Coming back down you see your mum and brother watching a movie together. You walk past going into the kitchen swiping your dads bottle of vodka and your presents for Dmitri. You hid the bottle in a bag and say goodbye to your brother and mum. ‘Have fun honey, love you’ your mum shouts as you leave the living room. ‘Thanks mum love you too.’ You really don’t understand why she puts up with your dad. So that brings you to now, the Byers house is a twenty minute walk so not too far. You undo the cap of the vodka and take a sip. It burns but it helps your forget about your problems

You focus your mind to tonight instead. Dmitri’s birthday, his first one celebrated in America. You couldn’t wait to see everyone, there felt like a huge extended family. However you were looking forward to seeing Dmitri most. You had a crush on him the minute you saw him with Hopper. He was so mysterious and you wanted to know more about him. Any chance you tried to talk to him but something would always get in the way. You hoped he would like your present. All you knew is he was Russian, ex guard, helped Hopper escape and that he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. You decided to make him a cake, you researched about traditional Russian food and Medovik came up. It was tricky to make as you weren’t the best baker but you hoped he’d appreciate your efforts. There was also a small bottle of vodka with some shot glasses. As you reach the end be of the Byers street you could feel the vodka having an effect, you didn’t realise you’d drank a quarter of the bottle. Oops. You knock and the door waiting for an answer, butterflied start in your tummy. ‘Y/N, hi! Come in sweetie’ Joyce says opening the door. She brings you in for a hug, it’s warm and welcoming. ‘You okay?’ She asks looking concerned, she can tell you’ve been crying. A mum’s instinct. You nod, you don’t want to talk about it you’ll just cry again. You clear your throat as you speak, ‘so where’s the birthday boy?’ You say with a smile. ‘Dmitri, Hopper and Murray are just outside.’ She points through the back doors. You look out seeing them all talking and laughing. They all look so happy. Dmitri catches your eye though of course. He’s in a red top with some denim shorts and a drink in hand. He looks handsome. You smile to yourself. Joyce clears her throat and you turn to her, ‘want a drink?’ She asks. ‘Got one’ you raising the bottle and smiling. Joyce knows why your drinking. You only ever do when you’ve fallen out with your dad. She takes the bottle out your hand, ‘let’s get you a cup for it yeah?’ She says bringing you into the kitchen. You sit on the kitchen island as she pours some vodka in a cup with coke. She passes it to you and you down it. ‘You sure your okay?’ Joyce asks again. ‘I just don’t wanna talk about it. Don’t want ruin Dmitri’s birthday with my sob story’ you say pouring the vodka into the cup, no coke this time. ‘Just take it easy honey okay?’ She says running your back warmly. You nod and she leaves to join Hopper.

You watch the way they interact with one another. They are so perfect. ‘Y/N already getting the party started I see?’ You turn and see Eddie grabbing a beer from the fridge. ‘Always Munson’ you say bring the cup to your lips. He stands across from you opening his beer. You get into light conversation when an idea pops into your head. ‘Wanna play a game?’ You say filling your cup up. ‘That depends. What’d you have in mind?’ He replies. ‘Drinking one of course. C’mon let’s go join the others and see if they wanna play’ you stand up nearly loosing your balance. Eddie helps you stand straight. ‘Steady their Princess.’ He says with a smile. You make your way outside towards Steve, Nancy, Robin, Johnathan and Argyle. ‘Let me just say happy birthday to the birthday boy’ you slur your words to Eddie as he joins the group of teens. By this point you are pretty drunk. The bottle you brought was almost gone near enough. Events of earlier at home were hazy. You just wanted to forget. You make your way over to the group of adults. You stumble bumping into the back of Hopper, he turns to see you. ‘Hey kid, you all good?’ He asks with concern. ‘Hopper! Hi. I’m all good. Just coming over to wish the birthday boy well happy birthday!’ You say squeezing past to get to Dmitri. You stop in front of him and he’s smiling at you, you melt into his smile. ‘Happy birthday!’ You say waving your hands up in the air. ‘Why thank you Y/N, it appears you are enjoying yourself’ he says with a hint of concern. Everyone knew why you drank, it was no secret. They didn’t know all the details but they knew it was because of your dad. ‘Yup, it’s a great party! Happy birthday!’ You say again forgetting you’d said it. ‘Thank you Y/N’ he says with another dashing smile. Definitely the alcohol but you lean in and kiss his cheek then bring him in for a hug. You reach around his neck going on your tip toes and nuzzle into it. Dmitri processes what’s happening, it takes him a second but he hugs you back. You stay like that for a minute. The other adults looking at you both, Dmitri just shrugs his shoulders to them. ‘Hey Y/N! You coming?’ You hear Eddie shouting you. You our turn around, ‘oh yeah, I’m coming! Need to get more vodka first!’ You shout back. You turn back facing Dmitri, your faces inches apart. You feel his breath on yours. ‘You think it’s a good idea to drink more Y/N?’ Dmitri asks leaning his face away a bit. ‘Well it’s a party! Happy birthday!’ You say one more time, you go to kiss his cheek again but somehow miss and plant a quick peck on his lips. Taking you both by surprise. You quickly pull away giggling and making your way into the kitchen to get some more vodka

‘Shes clearly not okay’ Murray says breaking the silence of the group. ‘She needs to stop before she gets out of control’ Hopper says. ‘Well I think our Russian friend can help, she’s clearly taking a like to you’ Murray said with a smile. ‘Don’t be silly. She’s drunk. Plus she’s very young. I’m too old’ Dmitri says finishing his drink avoiding eye contact. ‘I’ve seen the way she looks at you. Even without a drink. So what she’s a bit younger. You deserve to be happy too’ Joyce says with a genuine smile. Dmitri doesn’t know what to say. No one does so nothing is said. ‘I need another drink’ Dmitri says leaving to go to the kitchen. ‘You’ve seen the way he looks at Y/N too right?’ Murray asks Joyce and Hopper. ‘I think they both have liked each other since they met’ Joyce states. ‘Well let’s wait and see. Shall we?’ Hopper says lighting up a cigarette.

You search high and low for more vodka, almost giving up until you find one hiding behind some bottles on the top shelf. You stretch up to reach but you’re too short. You drag the stool over and climb up to get the bottle. You’re so close, your fingers brush on it, ‘c’mon c’mon!’ You say getting on your tip toes. You reach and grab the bottle. ‘Ha! Gotcha!’ You dance to celebrate but as you dance you lose your balance. Your legs give way as you fall off the stool. Ready to meet the impact of the floor you brace yourself. But instead you’re not met with the hard floor but some arms. ‘Jesus Y/N. You okay?’ Dmitri says looking at you. You turn to look up. You giggle at yourself, ‘my hero! Thank you!’ You say feeling very happy with how close Dmitri is on you. ‘Fucking hell Y/N. What were you thinking?!’ Dmitri says not looking to impressed as he helps you stand back on the floor. You hold on to him arms for balance, you can feel his muscles through his top. ‘Well birthday boy. I was thinking about this!’ You say smiling widely with the bottle in your hand. Dmitri can’t help it as he lets out a laugh, you look so happy with yourself. ‘You are trouble. Now you gonna share that?’ He asks leaning in closer. ‘Of course. But with the others. We’re playing a game. Oh oh why don’t you join us! C’mon!’ You say begging him. ‘I don’t think you’d want this old man playing’ he says chuckling. You poke his chest, ‘your not old. C’mon it’ll be funny, what do you say Dadd-Dmitri?’ You slur the last two words and they blend together. Daddy? Did you just almost call me daddy? Is all Dmitri is thinking. His dick twitched in his boxers. He can’t go out there now. ‘Maybe later I will join you’ he brings his hand to your cheek stroking it with his thumb. You nuzzle into his warm touch. ‘Don’t be too long birthday boy. Still need to give you your presents’ say winking. ‘Presents? You shouldn’t have’ Dmitri’s says. ‘Of course I did! There’s two in the bag and the other is a surprise!’ you say turning to take his hand off your face. Dmitri watches speechless as your take his hand under your skirt feeling your bare pussy. He can feel the wetness. He tenses and bites his lip. ‘ебать’ (fuck) he whispers. You lean into his ear. ‘That’s the surprise’ Just let that you walk back into the garden smiling to yourself with the bottle of vodka. Dmitri stands in the kitchen alone trying to process what just happened

#Stranger things #dmitri x reader #dmitri antonov #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov fanfic #dmitri stranger things #party #jim hopper #joyce byers #murray bauman #eddie munson

[chupenguin]

Chuuya Nakahara is back

(since I don't know when or if it'll be complete one day at all the figure skatar Chuuya fic, have the prologue that is the only part i finished for real)

Spring is arriving late this year, there is no sing of the cold wind of the previous months going away anytime soon and, inside the venue, cold sink to his bones, making him shiver. For someone born during spring, having his birthday approaching with bad weather always has looked like a bad omen. 

He sits there, one leg crossed over the other, hands resting over them. Calm and collected, eyes fixed in the ice, sharp as ever.  

There's a flash, the click of a camera next to his face, but he ignores it. He blinks a few times, so the whiteness disappears, and his vision focus again.  

Chuuya sits there, wrapped in his black leather jacket, with his brother by his side.  

They sit in the front row center at the Sud de France Arena. In the sidelines, coaches take jackets from the skaters and offer water bottles sprinkled with last advice. Young girls in pink dresses wait for their time to take the ice, once flowers fill the surface of the rink, they'll take it, dreaming of one day where they would be the stars.  

The last of the five group of skaters take the ice. Murakami first, followed by Kitakata and Ibuse. Contesti and Gauthier, the only Europeans in the last group, wave as they glide across the ice. Jin-Seo, from Korea, closes the group. Even if the skaters from the last group made almost clean programs, this is the moment of truth.   

This last group will determine the winner.  

Chuuya and his brother watch, in a venue filled to the rim for the first time in years, as the skaters start their warmup. In thirty minutes, a new world champion is going to be crowned.   

(more under the cut)

Verlaine's hair looks almost white under the lights, maybe it is, the last three years have been nothing but cruel to him.  

"They're watching," he says. French rolls easy on his tongue. Even after two decades, there's no trace of Japanese in his accent when he speaks. "Vultures."  

"They always do."  

The click of the camera doesn't distract him from the ice, from the six skaters using every second of the warmup. The Italian kid, because he’s not even a man jet, is jumping out of his axe. He doesn't fall, he doesn't stumble, but it feels so wrong in Chuuya's eyes.  

His hands tighten against the fabric of his pants, his legs crave to get down there, to teach all these kids how it's done. If the Korean skaters wins here, he’ll tie his lifetime record of three world titles in a row.  

The cold air burns his nose when he takes a deep breath, and it feels like home. The razor shape pain of jealousy fills his lungs and Chuuya eyes narrow when the first kid takes his starting position.  

The gold medal is within this six. But he only cares about the one who is been trying less than a point apart from his record four times already. The man who can make two of his records in this sport disappear like it’s nothing.  

“They’re trying to catch you angry. They want to see you rooting against him,” Verlaine is more collected that Chuuya thought he could be in this situation. “What did I always tell you?”  

“Don’t let it show in your face,” since he was a kid, Chuuya always wore emotions in his sleeve, in his face. And that wasn’t good once you stepped out of the rink. He was asked to be royal once he was seated in the Kiss & Cry or in the green room, especially in the green room. 

In the ice, representing Italy, Marco Contesti, the announcer says.  

Contesi is 6th after the short. He needs 123,2 need to take the lead. Good skater, nice jumps, but he gets nervous the moment he makes a mistake.  

"Want to share anything with the classroom?"  

When Verlaine speaks, his lips barely move. He doesn’t tear his eyes apart from the ice, not letting anyone know what is happening in their seats. In a few hours, they will appear in magazines and blogs, under the news about the just crowned champion.  

“He always messes his second jump in the free if he had a clean short.”  

The quad loop is his worst jump, the one Contesi fails two of each three times. Having a clean loop in the short, means that right now, the jump is the only thing in his head, and that overthinking is going to be his demise.   

Skaters are, after all, creature of habits. Once something is engraved in you, dropping it is almost impossible.   

Chuuya squares his shoulders before a jump, and he always turn to fall on his left hip.  

Verlaine used to prerotate all his flips, even if it was so subtle that only Chuuya and himself knew.  

“Maybe Kitakata can stop him, he has a good free. If he skates clean, he’ll already be 3 points over Jin-Seo with the segment score only.”  

"Kitakata has a cursed song and a stiff presentation, everyone knows it. Nothing good comes of skating to La, La, Land soundtrack.”  

It started as a joke, between both fans and skaters, but each year it proves to be real. Chuuya only saw two skaters finish a clean skate with that music.   

And in top of that, he is from Kagawa, of course the federation hasn’t even blinked in his direction to help him improve the messiest parts of his programs. Why would they do it, when they can focus in their new brilliant Tokyo stars?  

“He's bending his knee to much he'll-”  

The takeoff is clean, but not high enough, so he falls.  

In the second jump, Verlaine almost smiles.  

“You haven’t lost it.”  

“I don’t know what you mean.”  

The kid leaves the ice, waving and bowing to the judging panel. To the public. The smile on his face is fake and forced, the one you offer after a mediocre presentation.  

“Every skater has a weak spot, a flaw” Verlaine says. “And you’ve always been fantastic at seeing them.”  

“Right,” it’s in his veins, in is blood. It's in every single cell of his body. He has spent more years in the ice than out of it. Observing program after program across the world, both in person and trough a screen. He as attended to camps and seminars. He has imparted them. If a part of his body is more trained than his legs, is his eyes.  

“So, what’s Jin-Seo?”  

There's an answer in the tip of his tongue, but he can’t say it out loud.  

“I can feel you staring Paul,” even if he hasn’t stopped looking at the rink. “Jin-Seo relies too much on quads,” not like that’s a big flaw. Chuuya used to do that too. If you have a jump, why not use it?   

“But he does them so often that his triples are unpolished.”  

“Lots of power, but he's slow, he needs too many crossovers to jump. He’s fast on his spins and in the air, but for the preparation, he’s not quite quick as Contesi or Tetcho.”  

“Or you,” his brother says. “There’s nobody on the circuit right now who is as fast as you were. Not just with your feet, but with your head, too.”  

Because he was one in a million.  

Because he had been training two hours a day when he was just six.   

Because he was born to step in that podium, one time and other and other.   

“I’d have to face a bunch of kids with powerful quads and ten years younger, though,” he tells Verlaine. “Maintain the speed and my jumps.”  

“That won’t be easy.”  

“Not at my age,” Verlaine scoff at that. At twenty-eight, Chuuya is past the age of skating. In this sport, most people retire young and broken, and Chuuya is just one of those things. “I don’t have the jumps I used to have.”  

Another skater takes and leaves the ice, boring program, the millionth guy in a plain purple shirt, skating to Prince.   

“That’s truth,” Verlaine reaches for his bottle, taking a sip. “And you’re out of shape, you’ll need to go back to your previous regimen.”  

He’s not that out of shape.   

He still trains, he still goes out for his morning run. But he doesn’t spend five hours in the rink each day, burning until his legs can’t take it anymore.  

“If I did it...” he says, the answer he had a few minutes ago burns in his tongue.  

Jin-Seo takes the ice. Four minutes and it’ll be over. He'll tie his record.  

Or two of them.  

A migraine starts to grow as he visualizes it. He's stuck in this chair, watching as a kid takes everything he ever earned from his hands.   

He wants to scream. He could be his weak spot.  

His flaw.  

Facing him, the face of facing a living legend would be their demise.   

“Who’s going to coach me? You?”  

Because, if Chuuya at least steps in the rink each day for job, this is Verlaine’s first time facing the ice in three years.  

“That’s on you Chuuya,” because he wouldn’t blame his brother if he wanted to take this road alone after everything that happened.  

“Fuck,” Jin-Seo's only messy jump, the triple axel, is flawless. Around them everyone leans forward. Everyone waits for a perfect program, for a record to be smashed.  

Chuuya looks at the screen, this looks bad for him.  

The boxes are green, the TES keep getting higher.  

His stomach sinks, he feels sick.  

So Chuuya squares his shoulders and, without looking at him, Verlaine gets his answer.  

“Are you sure?”   

No.  

Absolutely not.  

“I’m not at my best.”  

“Neither I am.”  

Does people even remember him? Do reporters even care about him from something apart from gossip?  

“You’ll coach a ghost.”  

“I’ll coach the best figure skater the world has known,” Verlaine’s hand rest in his leg.  

Even after all those years, affection doesn’t come easy to them.   

In the ice, after one last jump, all Jin-Seo's boxes are green.  

“You’ll really do it?”   

“It can ruin everything,” he whispers. “Prove that I run away, that I was scared... I’ll lose my name and my legacy.”   

“This is not everything Chuuya,” his hand squeezes his leg, and Chuuya feels tears prickling his eyes. Oh, he knows. God, he knows that world doesn’t end once he takes off his skates, he learned it the hard way.  

He feels so cruel, because for a moment, the thought of telling him that he’s wrong crosses his mind.  

“You’ll have to work me to the bone.”  

“It would an honor,” he jokes. Like he had ever done anything but working his brother to the bone, squeeze all the talent he had out of him. “To coach you again, it’ll make me so happy.”  

Jin-Seo sits in the Kiss & Cry.  

His coach, an old Korean figure skater, puts a jacket over his shoulders.  

The glint on his eyes tells Chuuya everything.  

The way he punched the ice is enough.  

“I guess I’m coming out of retirement,” he says, and Verlaine’s hand squeezes his leg a little tighter when the numbers show in the screen.  

Jin-Seo jumps, hands in the air, he just crowned himself world champion for the third time.  

“Let’s see how long that last.” 

Nakahara surprises the world one last time  

Nakahara Chuuya (23) takes the gold in Saitama, his third world title in a row stabilizes a new record since the federation statutes changes. But the record is not what everyone is talking about. After a challenging event, where he struggled to take the lead, Nakahara announced his retirement from competition skating without any previous statements about it. For now, he has not announced any press conference, and all his social media has been deactivated. Both fans and teammates ask what the reason behind this is. An injury? The pressure of the new generation of skaters? For now, we don’t have any answer, but will the ice prince become a coward prince? We'll see it.  

Amanda Campbell, Golden Rink. March 2019, issue 345.  

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #soukoku #skk #bsd chuuya #paul verlaine #bsd verlaine #figure skating #figure skating au #bsd fanfic #chu writes

[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 9/52: Jacquie's term as Jack Frost in the Santa Clauses.

Yeah, you heard me right! I am stepping my toes into the series with my beloved blorbos. ME! WHO HAS NOT STOPPED COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW BAD THE SERIES IS!

Lore/musings and pre-edited scrimbly under the cut!

RIGHT SO. YEAH! AFTER TWO SEASONS OF JUST THE WORST WRITING AND NONE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND BONES BUT NO MEAT, I HAVE FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW EXACTLY CS WOULD WORK IN A TSCS UNIVERSE bc, imo, there's no way these two are from the same universe. NO way.

Right, so here's what's going on with Jack and the Frosts in tscs, and why Jacquie is ROCKING this fit. I will try to be succinct:

Jack thaws, changes, reunites with the fam, blah blah blah. Santa's very untrusting and this does not change, and I think maybe the events of CS happen the same way but Santa is a HUGE DICK the ENTIRE TIME.

Blah, blah, Pyros happens, yadda yadda, things go on and Santa just keeps getting worse--refuses to see that Jack has changed, starts saying boomer-esque things in Council meetings, to the point where every Council member can't stand him--and Jack gets the brunt of it

He complains to the fam. Winter and Blaise are like, we do NOT fuck with this Santa guy. Jacqueline is ready to throw down the more Jack tells her about things he says/does at meetings

She's like "Jack. Jack. Please. Let me at him. PLEASE."

Jack's like "We'll file that away for later."

Finally Jack has HAD it, he is too cute and pretty and has worked far too hard for this ABUSE to be levelled at him at the hands of Santa Claus. He's worth it! He knows when to take care of HIMSELF. This is a TOXIC WORK ENVIRONMENT and he will NOT be having ANY MORE OF IT

He steps tf down, Jacqueline takes over, and she is FERAL. She's WORSE than Jack. She makes things a NIGHTMARE for Santa. I have a whole THING planned for how s2 goes with her in Jack's place >:3

And THAT is what's going on here! Jacqueline has stepped up and is ready to THROW DOWN WITH SANTA who is wholly, wholly unprepared

OUTFIT BACKGROUND TIME!

The vest IS JACK'S! She steals it from him! (Santa thinks the vest works the way the Santa jacket does. Jacqueline does not correct him. In fact, she spins a terrifying tall tale of how she killed her predecessor for the spot and took the vest off his slushy, dead, body. Jack thinks it's gd hilarious. Santa is fear.jpeg)

Her hair is still snowy but with more blue and is POOFIER. It is constantly tangled/windswept. POOF BABY.

Speaking of poof: apparently it is PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE for Jacqueline to NOT wear poofy sleeves. Idk why. SO! Poof sleeve dress shirt! I used to have one just like it and I MISS it, it was so elegant~

Skirt is FIT AND FLARE BABY! Or skater skirt style. She thought of bringing back the pencil skirt and went "fuck that", she needs to MOVE and GROOVE

BIKE SHORTS! I am so sorry everyone who has done Jacquie art for this lil fact I'm about to drop on you all: she wears BIKE SHORTS under her dresses and skirts ALL THE TIME. Stops chafing and if she does a flip she's not worried about flashing people, and they are way more comfy than LEGGINGS. Cold doesn't bug her, anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(She is also prone to overheating easily. Summer sprite blood, everyone expects; I think she's just got too much energy all the time and it keeps her warm)

I did not draw them BUT with this cool work casual ish fit, she still wears her worn grimy leather boots. She's truly the messiest icon.

GREAT friends with the rest of the Claus fam btw; but NOT Scott. And the more she hears from his fam, the angrier she gets lol

AH I am SO EXCITED to unleash this design on y'all. I have been thinking about tscs!cs NON STOP this month! NON STOP! Also, February appears to be the month of FASHION JACQUELINE scrimbles, lol

I tried a lil something different with the hair! Did the messy lines in a light blue then went over it with my very light blue almost white watercolour marker. I like it!

Jack's vest is SO low cut tbh, WILDIN. Very excited when I saw that I DID have a metallic silver prismacolour pencil crayon! It looks GREAT on the VEST and it SHOWED UP IN THE PHOTO! I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD! :D

Very proud of her hands!! And the way the watercolours worked on her glowy magic hand was AMAZING. I cackled the entire time I coloured this post lining it >:)

Anyway that's all the ramblies for this scrimbly for now. I have a bunch of other silly doods for this lil au? ??? ??? of sorts??? I uh, I prepped for this scrimbly unintentionally. Just started doodling the scenes in my head from this version of cs, so there's some funny lil scrimbles coming your way, eh. Thursday? We'll see! I have one more I NEED to draw out then I will be at peace.

Or I'm a big ol' liar and I will 100% write this whole thing and wake up 100k words later very confused.

Anyway, take the non-edited scrimble! I have yet to find a bright enough place in my house OR at work to take a decent photo of art without shadow or fucky lighting. Ah well. Maybe one day ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#dani doodles #scrimbly jacquelines #the santa clauses #tscs #tsc3 #ocs #crystal springs #cs aus #tscs!cs #that's gonna be my tag for this nonsense bc this is not the last you will hear of it mark my words #crystal springs cinematic universe #frostverse #i should really pick a name and be consistent with it #frostverse is kinda fun and easy to type #but cscu lets me take all the other lil stories people write involving cs and hoard them!! like a story hoarding dragon!!! #also WOW. #the improvement these silly doodles have given me #and the CONFIDENCE BOOST #now i go for a sketchbook SO FAST when the need really really hits #IT'S ONLY BEEN 2 MONTHS OF THIS GUYS! CRAZY!

[awesomelittleprincessjess]

Helen's Uni Diary: Year One

September - Initiation Antics

Alright, diary, here's the tea! Met Nikki during orientation, and we clicked, like, instantly. Our gossip sessions soon fixated on this chap from the opposite dorm. Looked lost, like a lamb waiting to be led. Lightbulb moment? Let's take him under our wing, stir things up a bit! With some sneaky hypnosis and a sprinkle of mischief, our little project began. No more Mr. Guy-From-Across-The-Hall. Welcome, Jasmine.

October - Pretty in Pink

Plan for October? A total wardrobe redo! Hit the high streets with a vision - Jasmine, but like, super femme! Rows and rows of delish dresses called out. Lured her into trying this pastel pink skater dress – think white polka dots, a silky ribbon, and a flirtatious hem. Paired with white ankle socks and cute Mary Janes. She looked like she stepped straight out of a chic mag!

November - Hair-Do Hullabaloo

Alright, that hair? Desperately needed some fab. Nikki's brilliant idea? A total hair makeover! We watched in glee as our fave stylist transformed that mop into an adorable, curly bob. Topped it with a sparkly hairband. Yass, Jasmine, giving us hair goals!

December - Giggles and Goss

Now, December was all about feeling young and merry. Christmas had Jasmine attached to our sides. Carol singing in that transformed voice and her obsession with that unicorn plushie from Secret Santa? Pure childlike joy.

January - Make-up Makeover

For January? We planned a subtler touch. Not just femme but younger, more innocent. Nikki and I played fairy godmothers, introducing Jasmine to a world of blush, mascara, and soft shiny lip gloss. A face that shouted teen spirit!

February - Valentine’s Vexation

A girly-girl Valentine was the vibe. Teased Jasmine with secret admirer notes. Oh, and the outfit? A youthful red dress, short but not too short, and with delicate lacework. She looked like a teen crushing hard for the first time.

March - Dress to Impress

Here's where the age games began. Imagined Jasmine, not just as a teen but younger. Got her a lavender dress for the uni’s spring event - floral lace, puffy sleeves, and enough tulle to make her twirl. She looked every inch the excited pre-teen.

April - Easter Elation

Easter was about innocence. Vision? Jasmine as a kiddo on an egg hunt. Watching her in that pastel yellow kiddie frock, hunting eggs? Pure gold! Her finding the smallest ones? May have rigged it a tad.

May - Ballet Bamboozle

May's plan? Delight in Jasmine’s childlike wonder. Enrolled her in a beginner's ballet class. Her in a tight leotard, fluffy tutu, struggling with basic moves? Adorable doesn't even cover it!

June - Sunny Daze and Plays

June’s mission? A beach baby day out. Pictured Jasmine building sandcastles, and she did! In a frilly swimsuit, her giggles, and that mermaid-themed bucket and spade? Childhood revisited.

July - Festival Follies

For July, the festival scene beckoned. But Jasmine wasn't just attending, she was living it as a free-spirited child. In a boho dress and a flower crown, she was the festival's little fairy.

August - Reflections and Resolutions

Come August, Nikki and I took a step back to admire our masterpiece. From lost lad to innocent child, it was quite the journey! But, diary, we've only just begun. There's more on the horizon, cheekier plots, and plans. Stay tuned!

#ai #tg #forced feminized #mental regression #story

[charmixpower]

🎶 Muse hairstyles explained 🎶

Musa's Enchantix bewitched me, it entranced me, it seduced me with it's gorgeous hair. I have given into my deepest of impulses and now her hair is ever so slightly blueish purple. It's barely noticeable, nobody touch me, I have absolutely no regrets. I love it so much she's so pretty. As for a like, cohesive style. Musa's hair is only down at fancy events, as she very heavily seems like someone who doesn't like having their hair down. That's about it. Idk if there is a theme to these, they're all things that she'd super wear, they're usually twin hairstyles, and thats it. Though I find it really interesting that Musa's fashion is usually heavily on the more masculine tomboy and comfortable side, but her hair is always ultra feminine and styled. I think it's such a good cute bit of characterization. She's a girlie your honor

Anyways on to the individual styles

Short hair: My beloved short hair pigtails Musa. I love her. Drawing her short pigtails was always super hard before I just stopped trying to make them stick up like the way she does in the show XD. Also this is the type of shirt Musa wore in the second chapter of my Rivusa fic, and I got really attached to it. It's so cute!!! And it matches her vibes! Love

Long hair: I've made it clear that I'm not a super huge fan of Musa's long hair but honestly, it's not her long hair's fault. It's the fact that everyone else has long hair mixed with the fact that s4 on use this as an excuse to competely erase all of Musa's tomboy fashion traits. Like?? I'm sorry, I didn't know my favorite character was "snarky Stella lite who likes darker colors". Anyways, eventually I came upon the way to fix this, which was to give her a fuckin undercut!!! Hell yeah!!!! It's both super feminine like her original pigtails but with a alt twist that protects her from her distinct personal style from being erased. I love her undercut so much!! I picked a undercut specifically because it looks the most feminine and Musa tends to be super femme in her hair and I didn't wanna tamper with that, and she of she puts her hair down she can cover it up for a more classic look that she's sometimes fond of. It stikes a good balance between both of her styles me thinks. Bonus my redesign of her s3 outfit. I feel bad saying this bc I don't like it all that much. Like the weird not sleeves and the sweater dress with pants...not my thing. Idm it all that much, but it both looks like a really warm outfit, but also like she'd be cold at the same time? I just gave her an oversized button up shirt dress. It's still pretty alt, esp with those colors, and fashionable! I really like it. Also, yes, she also got more piercings when she went to get her hair lengthed. She deserves them <3

Loopies: Tbh, while s5 will own a small piece of my heart and soul for fixing the myriad of crimes s4 committed against Musa, I never understood why they used the bun hairstyle instead the twin hairstyle they had right there for her pajamas?? It would of been in much better keeping with Musa's original style??? Anyways I've swapped those, so not this is older Musa's classic hairstyles. Her twin hair look slowly gets more and more mature looking :)) with a bonus jersey shirt she stole from Riven

Baby Musa: pre season one Musa!!! She's in her skater girl era, with her ultra short low pigtails so they don't get in the way of all the helmets she wore. I imagine as soon as she started living by herself she chopped off her hair as teenagers tend to do, she didn't wanna try ultra short hair in front of her dad and worry him lol, and then shes slowly letting it grow back to see what length she likes the most. Idk if she cut it this short or if it was shorter originally. This experiment ends up telling her that she likes all hair lengths on herself lol. She's rocking big shirt big pants fashion in this pic btw, for the vibes. Originally all of these drawings of music only had a lobe piercing, and something about the way I was drawing her was driving me mad. Eventually I realized I needed to show her getting more piercings as she got older lol. Seriously I was agonizing before I put more piercings on the other Musa's and suddenly everything clicked

Summer look: I love her classic s5 hair sm ok? I had to include it somewhere. Her hair is still up and it's still feminine, but with the overwhelming amount of feminine from her outfit the bun not being too feminine works in it's flavor as Musa's original style hasn't been thrown in the trash SEASON 4. I turned it into a summer look, with that one red crop top form her stock art. She looks so ready for summer fun, gosh I love her. She has my second favorite pair of earrings I put on her here, which is a shame bc you can't see them xd, curse her bang—BACK!! BACK S4 SIDE SWEPT MUSA BANGS!!! BACK YOU FOUL BEAST

Cozy Musa: Yeah this is her hair from the second movie. As much as I dislike so much about it from the non senseical plot, lack of continuity, writing, voice acting, Skloom getting engaged for the second time, and really everything but the satisfaction of Erendor becoming a full villain, the gowns the girls wear, and the super Trix, uh. I really like Musa's hair. It's unique and funky, and it's something she'd totally do. The outfit wasn't all that bad, I'd even say it was better than her s4 camping outfit, until you notice that she's wearing socks OVER her shoes and I remember that the designers are either geniuses or the the enemy and I should never trust them too much. Anyways I decided to pair this hair with a more casual look bc it's a bit too showy for hiking, but still chill and causal enough for going out in a chill way. Like a super chill date, or shopping day. Something to spice up a otherwise boring outfit. And ya know I had to include a cropped hoodie somewhere!

School dance: Musa puts her hair down, once. Part one, short hair version. I imagine Musa usually very much dislikes having her hair down, but I'd willing to tolorate it for the sake of a really cute outfit, and I think this outfit is deserving of the occasion from short hair Musa era. Bonus a metal earring that I'm just now realizing looks like a sword earring. Love to see it

Eraklyon ball: Musa puts her hair down, twice. Part two, the famous version. Gosh I love this outfit so much, like her s2 dress will forever and always be my favorite, but this one is so elegant. I had a lot of fun with her hair piece, and fucking around with her bangs instead of just making them side swept again. Unlike Stella, I don't think Musa would ever go without bangs lol. This is my favorite earring btw. It's so cute and classy. V fun, this one has my favorite bangs swell

Gala attendee: Musa puts her hair down, trice. Part three, not really. This is based off of those high low dresses I saw from s6 that I only remember because they gave Musa a hat!!! >u< one of the few things s4 got right, yess Musa loves hats!!! Give her a hat!! So I included the orange and purple colors with the top design in principal bc it was the only dress that gave her a hat. This time I gave her the smaller pigtails with her hair down, and asymmetric slide swept bangs. Tbh those images of later seasons Musa with this hairstyle in the ugliest way possible (her pigtails are so much shorter than the rest of her hair that she must of specifically cut them and I hate it, I hate it so much) kinda made me dislike this hairstyle, but I still had to include it bc despite the crimes it's still a quintessential Musa look. She is still a cutie and I love her

#Winx club #winx musa #winx fanart #winx headcanons #winx redesign #rus doodles #rus chatters

[feardrummed]

middle school teacher voice now i am not an artist,

ok actual description of what the outfits are showing.

RECURRING DETAILS / NOT SHOWN: ollie frequently wears an oversized leather jacket that goes about to her mid thigh. she also tends to utilize chains or safety pins to accessorize in typical fashion. she uses a lot of jewelry. fishnets are also common. for shoes, she has gray vans, and a couple pairs of lace up boots with different heel heights. excepting is glit.chtrap au is probably something just practical or comfortable.

YELLOW.JACKETS PRE-CRASH PARTY: dark green/teal short tight dress with a black turtleneck under it.

YELLOW.JACKETS DOOM.COMING: a long, slightly loose purple dress with a black vest layered over it. to quote myself on discord, "Realistically u know who would have bought her the dress? Purple guy himself checkmate atheists". Her usual black jacket was over it at points.

C.RAZY FUN PARK: yes ollie did climb a drop tower in a short skirt she's a dumbass. went for like a mixed material and asymmetrical skirt with buckles. black and a blue/green/black plaid. then a little dark blue crop top with some little cross straps on the chest. ollie in a hot topic what crimes will she commit (shoplifting) /hj.

FE.AR STREET 1994: baggy pants are a staple for ollie. as well a long sleeve top with a solid black base with transparent/thin sleeves. the sleeves are also flared based off a top i saw on etsy lmao.

FEAR STR.EET 1978: jorts. it felt fitting for setting but she's still edgy dumbass so gray colored jorts. dark red tank top. big loose gray button up for that.

GLITC.HTRAP AU "ACOLYTE": aka murder fit. purple hoodie with lighter bunny ears on top. fa.zbear vest on top (ft. my shitty bear attempt). she is so trustworthy kids follow her she'll show you the behind the scenes areas.

GLITC.HTRAP AU "DAY-TO-DAY": it's pretty different from her normal style. generally, if not the actual f.azbear uniform then something fairly professional, usually a button up and trousers. she gets a similar leather jacket still, though, as her one little nod.

MISC. 1: was trying to go for a sort of flowy lacy black cardigan style but it didn't work out lmao. a long skirt with gores in them for extra flowy-ness. red shirt.

MISC. 2: more big baggy pants but this time more pockets. she could fits so much stuff in there u wouldn't even know. a t shirt over a long sleeve shirt to show she's an enjoyer of music /ref.

MISC. 3: blue and green plaid button up, a blue t shirt, and a black skater skirt.

MISC. 4: mini watercolor pattern (ha) earth tone mini dress with a little lace on bottom loosely based of a modern hot topic dress but shhh we're going time ambiguous to fit many verses with her leather jacket over it.

#we're not talking artistic capabilities im here for a good time lmao #do i not live? badly i know but i live (about)