#the texture and shading on his hair makes it look so fluffy and soft!!

[skyeslittlecorner]

Tails for all! - Nilfheim edition

Other parts: Kings | Gehenna | Tartaros | Hades | Avisos | Abaddon | Paradise Lost

Bathin

The Ars Goetia talks about a serpent's tail, but it also mentions a light horse. I was tempted. A light ponytail, a shade similar to his hair, knee-length. Silky to the touch, the texture is second only to Satan's hair in softness. 

The light blue highlights are not fully visible in the daylight, but when the light is turned off they shine slightly brighter. Interestingly, they seem to glow with irregular light, so they look like tiny comets interwoven.

In the army, they wanted to cut off his long locks because they thought it would hinder him in battle, but he refused. He promised in return that he would wear a braid, but he only does it for mandatory exercises. He doesn't like to tie his tail.

By the way, his tail doesn't stop him from fighting at all.

He only cut his tail once. When Stolas returned from Tartaros plucked and realized what he had done, Bathin trimed his tail in solidarity.

Sensitivity 2/10. Not very affectionate, but he likes to lie on your lap and let you play with his tail while he reads a book.

Gusion

Baboon tail, this is also how he is presented in Ars Goetia, but longer and black, so it’s also similar to a panther. The most similar to Sitri’s, but not so fluffy, thinner, longer, more grippy and Gusion won't bite your hand off if you pull it.

When he was teaching young Satan and Beel and they were naughty (i.e. 90% of the time), he would lift the one closest to him by the foot with his tail and make them repeat the formulas upside down.

He stopped when it turned out they were having fun. 

And started using it again because it turned out that they remembered the formulas way more effectively.

Unlike Amon, he can hold a pen with his tail. He can even write with it. Even if he's not doing anything with his tail, the tip twitches as if he's counting something in his mind.

Overworked boy, even if he doesn't admit it. You saw that when he sleeps on the desk, he covers his eyes with his tail like a blindfold.

Sensitivity 7/10, especially because of how grippy and flexible it is. The fur is quite rough, so if you feel brave, you can rub against it. He definitely prefers to immobilize your hands.

Andrealphus

A long peacock tail, as black as horns. It flows behind him like the train of a dress. The silky feathers are black, or should be, but due to partial albinism the middle part of his tail is white. 

He is unaware of his albinism. Only heard rumors that he poured bleach on his tail to make it match his torn-off wings. And to make it easier to see traces of blood on them.

Peacocks spread their tails when they want to impress someone, but he never spread his. At most, when he is irritated, he raises his tail, but it is still closed.

Once he got angry with Gusion and, in order not to quarrel with him, he turned his back and left. Didn't even notice that his tail had hit him. You know that gesture of turning around and throwing your hair back into someone's face? This vibe. He does fabulous bitchslaps. 

Because he has a feathered tail and is half albinistic, it is considered unique even among the most beautiful ones. Which makes people feel even more sorry for him, because “it's not a warrior's tail, he shouldn't have fought”. He hates this pity.

Sensitivity 4/10… except your every touch is 10/10 to him. He will let you stroke, comb, caress those feathers, ruffle them with pleasure and demand praise. However, since his tail isn't extremely sensitive, and he doesn't pay much attention to his surroundings when you're around him, you have to be careful not to trample him.

If you pamper him enough, you will see this beautiful tail in all its glory.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb andrealphus #whb gusion #whb bathin #Yes Nilfheim was supposed to be last #and yes Andrealphus is the reason why it is not #i tried not to be biased #but oh boy I'm bad at trying

[ennaku-sirri-da]

I wanna be just like you; made of felt and flesh and FREE( no strings on me !)

[ ID: Traditional fanart of me standing with an AU version of Puppet Habit or Pabit from Smile For Me the game. The AU is called AskPabit. Traditional materials used are pencil, black and blue pens, sketchpens, color pencils. The coloring is vivid and mostly done in many different shades on an individual scale, even for the same color.

Pabit's more anthromorphised form, from the askblog, is drawn in my interpretation as skinny and muppet-like with bigger proportions for the facial features and hands, high-heeled feet. He is made of felt and this is shown through the messy textured strokes.

Stitches run through the sides of his body and face. On his chest at the side is stitched a trans flag-colored heart with the letters " We love U!" -- the word love is just represented by a heart. His hair is brunette, curly and very long. His eyes too are a brown shade-- his eyes are big and lashed like those found on some children's dolls, the sclera are yellow. Below his eyes, fur-patches of pink blush are there. In his grin, his taken teeth are seen, one of them bleeding still at the side. Not all the teeth are there yet. He only wears pants in dark shades that seem to smoothly become heels in one piece-- stitches run along the sides of these too.

I am by Pabit's side. I am a shorter, light brown skinned person of average size with longer black hair and a round sparsely acne-marked face. I wear square pink glasses. My dress is a bright teal chudidar with multicolored flower designs in outline, and a sandy gold dupatta with pants of the same color to complete it.

Pabit grins and leans with one arm unsteadily on my head, I am clasping my hands in closed-eye delight, clearly excited. I lean to him. His face tilts slightly and he looks amused, one eye squinted while the other crinkles.

Beside me the text is written in a pink and black outlined box -" I'd love to be just, just like you"-- words in blue pen. Then in black--" I'll be made of felt and flesh and" -- then an arrow leads to a lavendar cloud saying " Free!" in bigger words.

Half the top background is covered by big outlines of flowers in sketch pen, lightly filled in with overlapping color pencil shades. It gives a soft look. Finally, from out of the very top a little bit of a book with a dragonfly wing design on it is seen in the drawing's photo. End ID]

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My fanart for @askpabit ...!! I was trying for SO MANY DAYS and I FINALLY did it woooo..!!! I'm so tired after my flight so I'm short on words but I've been following this blog since like the beginning I think. The artist obviously has a lot of talent and he's really sweet too. Askpabit has been a happy influence on my life and here's my expression of that! I wish the artist all the best in his future endeavours. :) (smiley emote)

I really enjoyed coloring this by the way. Hehe all my faves become FLUFFY. I know Pabit's different here from your version but I hope you still like him...!! This is kind of just how I roll in my style.

And here's a small concept below...plus the uncoloured version of this drawing!..

[ ID: uncoloured concept sketch of Pabit from AskPabit. He is front facing and it's a bust. Here he's like he's made of felt, has big eyes like a doll, stitches like a felt toy and has long curly hair. Overall he looks a bit muppet-like. He has blush-patches of fur as well. End ID]

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The very first concept art( Not this one) had him more like a potato sack LOL. But anyway I tried to make him look like he's made of felt..!!! As blog lore dictates, hehe. And I remember saying I really liked how Pabit's movements worked all cutesy and kind of, like he's really stuffed, like a toy. It was really neat to see coming through in just non-animated images So I tried to imitate that a bit.

Here's the Uncoloured version..!

[ID: Uncoloured version of the first drawing. It's all outlined in pencil. It's in warm filter. End ID]

#COLLAPSES #I'm tired but happy 🥹(teary emoji) #Also id like to say if this reminds anyone of my old habit design it's purely a coincidence haha #I tried to make this design unique! #But still looking like the blogs original design #I like the result #He has a squishy Squashy puppet face #STRETCHES IT #Fanart #My art #Askpabit #Askblog #Transgender #Yes SOOOO transgender #Iconic of us TBH!!! #S4m #Smile for me game #Pabit #puppet habit #Me #My face #?? LOL

[carameldippy]

ja¡den x ro¡er - fascinating (old)

( 🪻 / 🕷️ ) nsfw draft drabble ★.

(bluejay jaiden 🪽) ★. note: Roier’s

(idk spanish)petting under Jaiden’s wings.

Jaiden’s wings were one of a kind, they were Roier has never seen Jaiden’s wings up close, but for once, with some convincing, she finally let him.

Jaiden’s wings were fascinating- the way that her feathers were all gorgeous, but different colors and shades of blue. Roier leaned forward a bit, his knees pushing deeper into the cushion of the couch, to see Jaiden’s face.

She was not phased- it seemed like she didn’t mind.

Roier leaned back to how he was originally sitting, and he chuckled, saying in a husky voice, “Cálmate, mi amor. Jaiden, relax.”

“Roier, I- I don’t mind. Go for it!” Jaiden cheered, and Roier noticed her wings perked up a bit.

Roier reached forward, and paused, before putting his hands on her feathers. He was nervous, and didn’t want to hurt her. Eventually, he let his hands embrace Jaiden’s wings.

He began petting her wings, and in response, no sounds. It was soft, and the way some of the feathers felt against Roier’s fingers were different than most textures- it was inexplainable, but in a positive way.

Jaiden grew quieter, and quieter, her wings thrusting and fluttering themselves against Roier’s palms. At one point— Jaiden felt tingles over her body, and shuddered. Roier seemed to have noticed, and he paused, only for him to continue after a brief second.

This feeling was more than different to Jaiden, it had her biting her lip, blushing furiously, and she was nearly starting to become sweaty- oblivious and unknown to Roier.

He kept caressing Jaiden’s wings, until she let back a muffled squeak, and slightly tossed her head back. Her wings were sensitive, and fluffy. Roier just couldn’t stop now, this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance he would get to do this, wasn’t it?

Roier looked at Jaiden’s face, and looked serious at her- taking in and witnessing the embarrassing reaction to his touch.

“Jaiden, eres sensible, yo sé eso, pero no puedo parar. Lo siento.”

You're sensitive, I know that, but I can't stop. I'm sorry.

It was stimulating Jaiden- she became annoyed instantly, frustrated about the weird tingly feeling, and why it felt so, utterly and embarrassingly good. She was becoming obsessed with the way Roier glided his fingers gently pressing, and petting the wings- under and outer…

“Roier-… don’t stop.” She whimpered, instantly regretting she made a sound. Her face was completely red, and she was gripping onto the cushions of their couch to keep still… and not completely squirm.

“Umm- don’t.. don’t you worry, Jaiden.” Roier’s voice cracked, and was his usual squeaky, accented voice. His face wasn’t showing expressions of disgust, but it was more like one is surprise and interest of the other winged-human. She whimpered, and chirped, her face flushed red— multiple thoughts came to her mind. Concerned ones, and other emotions alike. Jaiden just swung her head backwards, and moaned. Her wings sensitively feeling enough pleasure to “satisfy” her.

It didn’t go unnoticed how Jaiden kept whimpering, making sounds just for Roier to hear, and see her writhe in his house. see her underneath himself, squirming and being bratty. …-Loudly.

He was obsessed, too. With everything. He desired.

Pushing her back, so her stomach and chest lies on the cushion of the couch, and her wings perked up. Roier took note her hair did too, Surprisingly and cutely.

He could no longer hide this.

"Jaiden, Jaiden," Roier purred in her ear, and chuckled, "Bobby isn't home."

He smirked. His warm breath against Jaiden's ear making her flush. Jaiden got shivers up her spine as Roier spoke again.

"... You know what that means— Quiero hacerte el amor, toda la noche.~" Roier's squeaky, crackly  voice becoming soothing, deeper, and just the thing that made Jaiden feel anticipated, without having to know what he said.

Roier laughed, before grabbing ahold of Jaiden's waist- then wrists. Pinning them onto the couch. Jaiden tossed her head back, bracing herself. Roier just went along, leaning super forward, careful enough not to touch her wings, and planting a kiss her on the cheek.

"I want to make love to you all night, Jaiden. Come, come now."

He kissed her neck, and nibbled on it, making her wings flutter, and face flush red. Nibbling turned to biting- and making harsh hickeys whilst holding onto her slim waist. Jaiden whined— it didn't matter to her what he'd respond. It was Roier's husky voice made her desire more, after all...

Roier chuckled at the birdie's eager gestures, "Sweet, sweet Jaiden, espera pájaro."

Wait, birdie.

Jaiden just lied there patiently, and excited. Roier grinned at the antics of Jaiden, then went back to immediately kissing, caressing, and just overall touching her (and her wings). She and he both giggled. Jaiden sat herself on the couch, infront of Roier.

this is old, short, out of character, and absurd. im so sorry. they are not like this. why did I think this was a good idea 😭. either way i love them sm!!

#proship #poppyblr #dead dove do not eat #poppytwt #🌴🥚 #💐twt #💐blr #jaidennsfw

[thesupermanandsuperfamarchive]

Seeing as I was tagged by @percysblackgirlfriend in a post about assigning sea slug plushies to six members of the Superfam, I'm going to assign them to six more members of the Superfam. So the first one is Cotton Candy.

This one goes to Ariella since Clark and Linda would have bought it for her because it was so colorful, and so cozy, and it reminded Ari of not only the cotton candy her grandparents, her parents, her uncles, and her aunts would get for her, or even make for her, only when they were celebrating something, especially her birthday, since Ari would be even more hyper than she was to begin with from the sugar rush, but also of the ribbon candies they would get for her much more often, since it was way smaller in size and in sugar compared to the cotton candy. Though more often than not she didn't get the fact that it was an actual candy and would try to tie it around her hair or her arm like it was an actual ribbon.

The second one is Sakura Mochi.

It might have been much more cutesy that what she usually kept with her, but Mae had been the one to get it for Linda as a souvenir back when the two had visited Japan after Linda had been interested to see the unique aesthetics each and every one of the forty-seven prefectures produced in its own ceramic ware as inspiration for one of her upcoming projects and then the two later decided to stop by a confectionery shop when they were hungry. The shop happened to be selling sakura mochi which Linda wanted to not only try out but also bring back with them for Ariella and Mattie to try out too. Mae ended up eating so much of it thanks to their fast acting metabolism that they had been given the plush by the shop as a prize which they had then given to Linda in the end.

The third one is Donut.

It seems pretty plain, simple, subdued at first glance, it isn't as colorful and as covered in ornaments as Macaron or Konpeito are, it isn't as overtly fluffy as Rainbow or Cotton Candy are, and it's mainly made up of shades of white and brown, but if you were to take a closer look at it, it's a pretty nice color, being neutral and warm, as well as being reminiscent of things you usually draw comfort from like a cup of coffee given to you late at night when she was still looking into a story, or a chunk of chocolate given to a kid or two in pain, and in tears who were in need of some sweets to calm down, from the top you would notice how there are sprinkles that came in many colors scattered on the white patch on its back, and from the back you would notice a pink and white glaze on its donut-shaped tail, which Lois would kind of be reminded of when she would buy it for Clark, partially because everyone else, even she herself, had one of these so it only made sense that he had one too.

The fourth one is Crêpe.

It not only shared similar shades of white and brown with Donut but still has pops of red all over its design that definitely sets Crêpe apart as its own thing, much like how he suited up and operated when he was Superman, but also played a part in his realisation and resolution to want, to need to live his life to the fullest following his visit to Paris, France to check out its culture and its cuisine as suggested by his new friend Mitch after he had been informed that his health was quickly deteriorating meaning that he was going to die within a year, which Ma would be reminded of when she would but it for Mon after she had happily learned that after some help from the LOSH, Mon's healing factor and the elixir Mon had taken in order to protect himself from the lead that was poisoning his body would no longer be at odds with each other like they had before, meaning that there no longer was an immediate threat to his life, and that the early end to his life was no longer so imminent.

The fifth one is Pudding.

It not only has a soft, spongy, and thick texture that can be compared to how they are whenever they appears to be how they originally appeared to be, a mass of synthetic protoplasm, but also was also one of the first few new things Mae had eaten with Linda one day, which Mae had really, really enjoyed, so much so that they were pretty happy that Linda had gotten one that looked a lot like it as a thank you for the sakura mochi themed one that they gave her a little while back.

And so, the sixth and last one is Macha.

Jon would be one to buy this for Kon, partially because it matches the color of his eyes, partially because Kon can be a bit bitter at times about this and that yet still be so sweet at the end of the day when he still looks out for Jon, for the rest of the family, and for his friends in his own way, partially because the green and black tiles on the side of its head and on its tail kind of remind Jon of one of those creepers that they would see when they would play Minecraft together in their free time.

Since I wasn't able to to cover all of the other members of the Superfam feel free to do so @superfam

#The Archivist Answers #Thanks for tagging me! #This was pretty fun #and I hope I did okay!

[roxysmini]

I'm gonna ramble a little, pay no mind, or actually give me ideas and feedback but anyway I just need to write down my ideas somewhere

So for the bjd doll hair, there are. So many materials !!! I didn't know wig could be made of such different things

For the Kaeya cosplay, since it's long, dark blue (not a common color it seems) and straight (unlike Kaeya himself lol) I'm thinking nylon/fake saran. I'd have to make the wefts myself but that way I can adjust length layers to fit the Canon haircut better. It's cheaper than real Saran, and looks as good on pictures. For the light blue strand either I yarn brush a single weft or use a dyed white strand (depend on Louis' hair)

Emilie will probably be my next doll, and oh my god her hair is going to be the most annoying. Why did I make a girl with longish curly two-toned hair ? So either curled synthetic fibers (nylon too? Is it easy to curl/wave ???) or curly cheap mohair. It will depend on the brown shades disponible I guess, and then I'll have to see if I can use Regular Rit dye or some acrylic ink/alcohol mixture to dye the end of the wefts

Christopher will be the easiest : pure black, mid-lengt, straight in a proportionally inverted way to his sexuality. Either I buy more Nylon fibers or I do brushed yarn. The nylon would be better I think, his hair is pretty flat

Louis. Now Louis I now what I want but I'm unsure how to achieve it. See his actual haircut is rather short and fluffy, so I'm guessing brushed yarn would be good. BUT ! I want to use that boy as a Barbie model and dress him up in all kind of clothes and so I'd also like a wig with his "younger" haircut. Which was very long but still kinda fluffy hair. So now if I make both wigs I think it might be best to use the same fiber so no obvious and weird color/texture change between pictures. Does the straight Nylon fibers can curl and "fluffy up" well? Because if I do brushed yarn it's going to be so annoying and hard to get a nice, even length. I think I might end up putting a little more money for actual mohair lambskin for him. 15cm length on a 33cm doll should make nice long hair, right ?

I think I have some leftover yarn wefts from back when I became interested in bjd for the first time (before I made hard hair for my 1st attempt) so I guess I can use this for a random wig to get used to the feels/practice cutting. I definitely don't have the patience to make several whole wigs out of brushed yarn tho. And synthetic fibers are pretty cheap, especially if I buy all my colors at once to regroup the delivery costs

Guess I should try making some hard and soft wig caps at first.

#my crafts #Bjd #Wig #Hair #Rambling #The only synthetic stuff I've ever handled were Barbie hair and a cheap ass wig #These nylon/milk silk fibers are cheap as fuck but they look rather nice on picture but what about irl? #And can you Poof them for like bedhair ??? #Every doll I've seen seems to have perfectly straight Japanese oiled hair with these. All the fluff is always genuine mohair or fake fur #Tbh thinking about it the price difference between a pack of acrylic yarn in the right color and nylon is. Not too different. #Then again I'm not in a hard financial situation and I could afford to spend like 20 bucks on real mohair for Louis

[moemammon]

Me, kicking down the door at this bitch of an hour: "Twenty bucks that the palms of their hands, including the finger tips, and the feet have CAT BEANS. That can be squished.". -May as well go all out with the animal traits fuck the system-

VALID THOUGH I INTERPRET IT LIKE UHHH THOSE THINGS ONLY SHOW UP IN DEMON FORM AND UHHH

Lucifer

His clawed hands are cold to the though, like ice. It makes you wonder if that's why he's always wearing those gloves.

He has slender fingers, but they almost look bizarre when he's in his demon form. Mostly because his hands are pitch black.

The inky color spreads down to his elbows, and the texture of his skin is so smooth, it's almost bizarre.

5/10 if hold his hands to keep em warm in these trying times

Mammon

Warm hands warm hands

The backs of his hands are covered with little fluffy black feathers, almost up to his shoulders (crow boyyy)

Also has claws/talons. They're not especially wicked, but you don't want to be on the receiving end regardless.

They seem mostly human other than the feathers and claws? And that's fine, because it means he can touch you without worrying too much.

10/10 would hold hands because I love him

Levi

His fingers are webbed because he's a little sea creechur

The back of his hands have taken on a somewhat scale-y texture, with a soft lilac to blue gradient going on.

A little bit slimy ngl. He's got claws on those bad boys too

4/10 I don't wanna hold hands, but I just might because he's cute,,,

Satan

CLAWS FOR DAYS

Those things are registered weapons and can definitely do some damage.

I kinda feel like the texture of his hands matches his tail, in that the backs of his hands are all rough and ribbed, while the inner palm of his hands is covered in smoother plates.

5/10 I'll give his hands a lil hold. Maybe a lil smooch too

Asmo

Long, slender fingers. His hands are tinted a light maroon shade up to the elbows. They seem pretty human aside from the obvious.

Retractable claws for your pleasure babyyyy

And his hands are so soft and warm?? If anyone has cat beans, it's Asmo. Though they're more subtle, and hardly noticeable unless you're paying attention.

10/10 would hold his hand so fast. Can you imagine him cupping your cheeks???

Beel

Big strong hands for a big strong man, and sturdy claws ideal for shredding food

The texture of his skin is hard and smooth, like chitin of some kind. And there are ridges on the sides of his forearms like a buggggg

Kinda off putting if you don't like bugs, but otherwise?? Not that bad. His hands are warm, too.

6/10 I'd hold his hand, only because I can't say no to this huge baby

Belphie

Furry

The backs of his hands have like?? Hair?? Or fur on them?? It's pretty soft and kinda cute.

His claws are present, but they're more on the blunt side. And his hands are soft in general despite being used to strangle you oop

8/10 would hold hands, but beware because he's clingy and will NOT let go until he's satisfied.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #shall we date? obey me! #obey me headcanons #obey me writing #swd obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #demon headcanons #obey me demons #hands #demon hands

[the-thot-clown]

May I ask that you talk about the character designs you love, please? 👀

(inhales)

‘aight, this is going to be long so

ok the first one and my favorite one is Bubba.

Among all the slashers Bubba is the one with the lightest colors, including his main mask which is a faded yellow that fits very well with the pale pink of his shirt and bright yellow apron. Even his tie complements well by cutting out warm colors with a three-tone blue. Along with his dark blue jeans and black cowboy boots. They are soft colors and shapes and he himself is very neat (my boy is really there working with a shirt and tie, what a gentleman) which is a reflection of his personality in general. He is very distinctive and appealing to the eye, even in dark scenes you can fully distinguish him.

I don't talk much about his clothing when he uses the old woman's mask since, apart from the change of face, only another apron is added. But with the pretty woman mask it is something else. I can't express how much I love that they decided to put him in a dark suit, other than that it's because Bubba wanted to look good for dinner, it's also a nice change of tones that goes with how the dinner scene is the darkest part of the movie thematically speaking. Also that the mask with makeup serves as a focal point following the neckline, and of course using the blue tie to add color to the whole outfit but still being a cool color making the red and pink makeup of the mask stand out more. I love it 10/10

Another one is Jason from part 3, 4 and 6. I love the shirt in that shade of green along with the light pants, it is thematically coherent, simple, the colors go well with the place where the film takes place, it helps the mask stand out more and is recognizable to the naked eye. While Jason from part 2 is also one of my favorites with all the blue tones and the white bag on his head he isn’t as iconic (since he looks a lot like the murderer of The Town That Dreaded Sundown). 9/10 for mama’s boy.

Michael and Ghostface are in the same place for me, both outfits are minimalist, dark and with a white mask as a focal point, Ghostface has one more point for me because it adds texture to his suit since the fabric is shiny and it shows that it is rough. Both masks despite having the same intention of being the focal point, both are in the two opposites if we talk about expressions, one being exaggerated and the other that does not express anything. 9/10

And now that I’m talking about them, something that bothers me a bit about the remake/reboot and secuels versions of the 2000 movies is how they decided to remove all the colors from the clothes of some slashers, I love Thomas and FvJ Jason as well as RZ Michael but it is very sad how they decided to go for outfits that are practically unrecognizable on screen, adding that the movies themselves are very dark and you can hardly tell anything from what is happening. Even the masks, the’ve become more dirty and almost irreconocible.

Everything looks washed out, brown and dirty.

Ok back to the favorites.

Another one, Babyface (The Hills Run Red) Good neutral colors, gray shirt and beige pants but cut by the red color that helps to connect everything in general, it also makes the attention focus on him and the decorations on his neck, great mask design, it's scary, It is grotesque but without becoming deformed, you can differentiate the parts of the mask and more than once they make closeups to show it even in the light. Very good work 8/10.

Ok at first I wasn't a big fan of Brahms clothes (mostly because you can barely see it) but it's a nice outfit, the gray-blue cardigan really complements the brown pants, the white shirt also helps to be a point focal and separate it from the dark in conjunction with the mask (the mask being surrounded by dark hair and the beard also helps it stand out more) it is simple, just a doll face but it is a nice addition. It is comfortable and it is in character and according to the situation. I love the suspenders, you classy fucker. 6/10

One of my favorite of all time, Tiffany, MAN I LOVE THIS the puffy hair, the eye color, the makeup, the leather jacket over the wedding dress oh my god i love her. Is simple yet iconic 10/10

Is sad what they did to her hair later tho.

Now the bitch himself, The shape and colors are instantly recognizable, the brown hat goes well with the colors of the sweater, this being the focal point of the whole outfit, I like the idea of the glove and since its entire face is burned separates it from the others slashers who always wear masks. bitch/10

The cenobites, over all iconic, love the goth bitches 10/10

Vincent Sinclair (since it is the one that stands out the most in the wardrobe part of the three brothers) I can’t see shit. Man that movie sure doesn’t want us to see him but for I can see he’s nice, love the sweater, I like the idea of his mask being made of wax, love the hair. 6/10

The two Pennywises: Both are good. Stop making these queens fight eachother. While 2017 Pennywise has his face as the focal point and his hair the other IS the focal point, both suits are useful for attracting or hunting prey in their own way, both are good and both have things of the Pennywise from the book. 8/10

Candyman. The man, the legend.The presence, the coat, the color palette, the pants, the tie, the fluffy details. Everything, I absolutely love everything about the design. 10/10

Honorable mentions:

Lucille Sharpe: I love the red dress but this dress holy shit 

Chop Top: Yeah I’ve said it. Man has style and I love that you can say a lot just by looking at him. That’s nice. 

Billy Lenz: I know we can only see little things about his clothes, just his light blue oxford pants and his black turtleneck shirt (yeah it’s black but i like the green sweater too) but I just can imagine him with the 70′s clothes and I just loose my shit.

so that’s it, I have some more but this is already too long.

#about the clown #Anonymous

[thatslikely]

Frosting On Your Nose - R.W.

Frosting On Your Nose- Ron Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: marriage (to Ron), mentions of having a kid, food.

Word Count: 1.2k 

A/N: this has been an idea of mine forver, here it is. writing for ron is actually kinda fun! i’ve been feeling really bad about my writing lately, so I’m glad at least to churn something out. also I renamed Ron’s son because Hugo is not it

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“I can’t believe our Benny’s already turning one year old! Feels like he was born just yesterday, doesn’t it, love?” Ron asked you from across the messy, crumb-coated kitchen, his chiseled hands steadily whisking a muckle of creamy, vanilla frosting in a bowl. 

“Time really does fly when you’re having fun, I suppose,” you replied while carefully selecting a fistful of small food dye vials of various shades of the rainbow. The blank, white frosting will soon brilliantly decorate the rich chocolate cake cooling on the windowsill, basking in the sun’s lazy, late-afternoon rays.

Silence soon rose into the bright, cozy room like the soothing morning tide of the sea, calm and comfortable. Ron continued to rhythmically stir the batch of uncolored frosting while you had moved on to preparing various crystalline piping bags, selectively choosing each fine metal tip.

Inexorably, Ron soon removed the metal whisk from the bowl, long, red tongue out and ready to kitten-lick some of the deliciously sweet frosting off the whisk’s wired loops. “Ronnie, you better not be eating any of that frosting! It’s for Benny’s cake, remember,” you smoothly reminded the sweet-toothed redhead opposite you, not even needing to gaze at him to know what he had planned.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” Ron denied innocently, placing the whisk back into the bowl inconspicuously. You ambled over to the tall ginger for a quick progress check, pleased to see that the frosting was now mixed to perfection, its texture silky smooth and ready for piping. You swiped your finger on the rim of the bowl, accumulating a dollop of the fluffy cream, before nonchalantly sticking it into your mouth with a pop. “Hey! You can have frosting, but I can’t, huh? That’s not fair.”

“Life’s not fair, Ronnie-kins. But I’ll let you have all the leftovers after the cake is done, deal?”

“Fine,” - he grumbled - “deal. Now what colours are we gonna frost this mouth-watering cake?” 

Countless rough sketches and outlines of adorable cakes filled the smudged papers of your notebook, the same one you doodled in since your Hogwarts days. You gingerly handed Ron the dog-eared bundle of bound papers, pointing at your favorite sketches and concepts, most of which included bright colours and childish smiley faces galore. The final design of the soon-to-be Benny’s first birthday cake was circular and slathered in white frosting, dotted with yellow and orange suns wearing wide-mouthed grins, which popped against frosted sky-blue ribbons. Little spherical sprinkles added miniature bursts of colour to the central letters of the cake which read, “Happy First Birthday Benny!” in flawless, fluid cursive writing.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had such a knack for drawing, sweetheart. Benny’s cake’ll look amazing, as long as you’re the one doing all those tiny details.” 

“You’re not that bad at sketching yourself. We’ll pipe it together, but I’ll be sure to do the lettering. Don’t think I didn’t see your awful handwriting back on all your old Divination homework.”

“It was only that bad because I hated the class! It always smelled like old-lady perfume and Trelawney was a nutter!” 

“She was better than Snape, at least.”

Ron gave you a concurring nod, his unkempt mop of ginger hair fluffing up and down with the movement. You suppressed a giggle at his charming, goofy grin you’d come to love before squeezing droplets of brilliantly-coloured food dye into the small basins of peaked, milky-white frosting. 

Ron gently clamped his large, vermillion-freckled hand over yours’, guiding your wrist in circular stirring motions to tint the heaps of icing. Ron’s chin rested on the crown of your head, his warm breath blowing strands of your hair to obscure your gorgeous, light-catching eyes. You paid no attention to the falling tresses of hair, instead you absorbed the familiar sensation of being held in Ron’s delicate arms; the knits and stitches of his homemade maroon sweater caressed your skin. 

Once the pigmented frosting was tightly wrapped in the metal-tipped piping bags, you daubed a thin crumb-coat onto the layered cake. When the coat had settled, cementing the loose specks of brown to the sponge, you smoothed on another layer of frosting, this time making it a silky, uncreased layer.

Soon enough, Ron was concentratedly piping an (uneven) border of blue around the base of the cake. Even though his strokes of frosting were messy, you admired his effort. His effort that was made quite prominent by the tip of his tongue poking out from his soft lips in focus, his minimally-blinking blue eyes glued to the slowly revolving cake.

“Honey, you did a splendid job. I’m so proud of you.” You pulled in a triumphant Ron for a tight, loving hug, twirling your fingers through his messy ginger hair. You were quick to notice little ivory specks of frosting was strewn through his fluffy locks. “How’d you manage to get frosting in your hair, silly?”

“It’s just part of the process of being a great baker, I guess.”

You both let out airy chuckles, your faces inching closer and closer. He finally pulled you by the hem of your apron into a sloppy, languid kiss, each succumbing to the familiar sensations of each other’s lips. The sensation you felt all those years ago after he confessed his love for you on a chilly night at Hogwarts, the sensation you felt dressed in a stunning sea of white on the day of your wedding, the sensation of his lips after looking at your son for the first time.

In quite a few minutes, after lingering kisses and tear-jerking memories came and went, you were back in the present, the clocks still ticking forward, finishing up the piping. You trimmed the sponge with varicoloured stripes and ribbons, meticulously spacing them out to perfection. 

After the last pinch of beads of sprinkles fell atop the cake like bittersweet summer rain, the cake was finally complete. It looked adorable, exactly like the baked goods that would be proudly displayed in the window of a bakery. Ron gave you a goofy high five (which was commonplace) in celebration; after your hands smacked together, he wrapped his fingers around your palm, your hand dwarfed by his’.

“You did a wonderful job, love. Everyone at his party’ll be dying to try a slice!” he praised, pulling you to his chest for a hug. 

You pulled back to glance up at his handsome face with doe eyes, his features illuminated by the golden, waning sunlight. Before you could give him a sweet reply and subsequent peck on his lips, he stated with a laugh, “Y/N, you have frosting on your nose.”

You retracted your hand from his sweater-clad chest, dipping your pointer finger into the leftover stash of glistening frosting before briskly smudging a streak of white across Ron’s sun-freckled nose, teasing, “now you do, too.”

“Oh, you’re in for it now!” Ron exclaimed mischievously, coating his hands into the bowl of sugary fluff, desperately attempting to slather your nose in white further. As the sunlight gradually faded away, and the moon elusively bathed your quaint house in pale beams, the evening was pin-drop silent and peaceful, except for the light, scampering footsteps and fearful giggling of you and your doting husband.

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anyway I need to go to bed but I have too much energy so I am channeling it into headcanons. here u go species headcanons for Everyone on the Dream smp with explanations because I’ve put a TON of thought into this. They’re probably like half contradicted by canon but fuck it My City Now.

Dream- A (juvenile) stage of being a god. He, DreamXD, and Drista have become known as “dreamons” but that’s technically a separate species, all spawned from them. He's not really focused on being worshipped in his own right, preferring power in the mortal realm, though he’s not averse to pretending to be his brother (the god worshipped by Church Prime) or his sister (a minor goddess of death worshipped by many hidden cults) if it can help him get power. He’s got pure white skin everywhere except his face (which is pale but human-like), black blood, entirely green eyes, pointed ears, fangs, claws, and digitigrade legs ending in hoof-like claws.

George- A human, the only human on the whole server. Humans are pretty rare, vastly outnumbered by hybrids but outnumbering any other species, and “pure” humans (what we'd consider to be a completely normal appearing human) are all but nonexistent. For example, George has eyes with dark sclera and white irises.

Sapnap- A blaze hybrid. He’s got a few rods surrounding him and his eyes blaze with fire. It’s usually just warm but not hot enough to hurt but if he's agitated or upset it can easily burn hot enough to set things ablaze.

Callahan- A reindeer hybrid. He’s got antlers, reindeer ears, fur around his arms, and hooves.

Awesamdude- A creeper hybrid. He's tauric, with four insect like legs. His skin and is green and mottled and has a texture similar to leaves. His eyes are pitch black. He has a tendency to make hissing sounds when stressed, though he can’t explode like a full blooded creeper.

Alyssa- A mouse hybrid, with large mouse ears and a long tail. This definitely isn’t an in joke for the thousands of hours I spent browsing TVTropes as a child and the “what happened to the mouse” tROPE SHUT UP.

Ponk- A demon hybrid, with pointed ears, slit pupils, a small spaded tail, and small horns.

BadBoyHalo- A full blooded demon, with pointed ears, a tall stature, pitch black skin and hair, fangs, claws, hooves, a long spaded tail, long horns, and small bat like wings. He’s rather self conscious about how intimidating he looks. He's also a lich (with Skeppy as his phylactery) which is why he has pure white eyes (a trait the undead share).

TommyInnit- An absolute mess, genetic wise, since I’m taking Tommy's joke about being born in a lab and running with it. He's mostly angel, and was basically cloned from Phil's DNA (from a feather that fell off his wings that somehow someone got a hold of) but had a bunch of other hybrid and human DNA mixed in to make him somewhat stable enough to actually survive gestation. He has very small, dark wings that are useful for balance and little else, fangs, claws, and pointed ears. His bones are very light, making him fragile but a lot more dexterous. His blood is slightly off a human's, being slightly pinkish. His freckles, wings, blood, and eyes glow slightly and are patterned like the night sky. Technically undead as of his resurrection, and maintains the many injuries of his death permanently (bruises stay and don’t heal but don’t worsen, broken limbs can be moved at unnatural angles, ect.), pale, corpse like skin, and one of his eyes turned pure white.

Tubbo- A ram hybrid, with small curved ram horns, horizontal pupils, ram ears, a tail, and hooves. Nice and simple after the absolute mess that was Tommy.

Fundy- A limited shapeshifter, able to change his species, though he prefers to be in a fox-like form. He inherited this from Sally, who had similar abilities, though with more strength. He's always got certain features he inherited from each parent that he can’t change though- wings, pale skin, and ice-like freckles from Wilbur, and salmon scales coating his wings and cheeks, and ginger-and-white hair from Sally.

Punz- A dragon hybrid, with dark horns, dark sclera and slit pupils, wings just large enough for limited flight, a strong tail, fangs, claws, and blue scales coating his cheeks, wings, tail, arms, and legs. Has a natural inclination to sleep in a pile of his wealth he only holds off on when he feels it’s at risk of being stolen (which, since this is the Dream SMP, is almost constantly).

Purpled- An enderman hybrid, with small horns, pointed ears, purple blood, and ender particles surrounding him. Parts of his arms and legs are covered in leathery, pure black skin.

Wilbur- Half angel, half fucking refrigerator because cc!Wilbur hates us (affectionate). His skin is unnaturally, icy pale, and his blood is an icy blue. His freckles are the colour of ice reflecting. He's got wings from his father, large enough to glide, but they’re pale coloured and slightly transparent. He has fangs claws, and pointy ears. His blood, wings, and eyes glow slightly and are patterned like the night sky. As Ghostbur, he’s got the injuries of his death apparent at all times, though they don’t hinder him or cause him pain, corpse like skin, pure white eyes, and is permanently transparent.

JSchlatt- A ram hybrid. He’s got large ram horns, dark sclera and horizontal pupils, a ram tail, fur around his arms, and hooves.

Skeppy- A construct made to be Bad's phylactery. He's fully made of diamond, and appears as a moving human statue (though entirely made out of diamond), though he has limited shape shifting ability to change his “hair” and “clothes”, though he has to remain the same mass. He has some small red detailing on him out of redstone (which was used partially in his contruction). The egg flipped the red and teal in his colour scheme. Also he's smalllllllllllll.

Eret- Part ghost, due to being descended from Herobrine. She has pure white eyes, pointy ears, and under stress he becomes partially transparent. They tend to hide their nonhuman features (ears under hair or hats and eyes under sunglassses) and are often mistaken for human.

Jack Manifold- Started as a wolf hybrid, with large wolf ears and a tail. After dying, he came back from hell as a hellhound with red and blue “flames” coming from his eyes, ears, and replacing his missing tail he lost in one of his deaths with two made of this fire. The fire is chillingly cold to the touch, and not warm. His eyes are also monocolour, though in heterochromatic red and blue instead of the usual pure white found in undead.

Niki- A moth hybrid, with antennae, monocolour amber eyes, fluffy wings, and more fluff around her neck, wrists, and torso. These and her hair are patterned gold and black, though as of now she’s dyed them all pink. Idk I just feel like moths fit her for some reason.

Quackity- A duck hybrid, with golden wings and webbed hands and feet. He’s also a shapeshifter of sorts, however instead of shifting into different forms he shifts into different beings, from alternate realities that never came to be. These can be used to shift into near identical copies of those around him, to impersonate them, or to shift into alternate versions of people (like Mexican Dream to Dream). These aren’t Quackity, though, and as such they have their own pool of canon lives, and while he has lots of influence over them they can still act autonomously.

Karl Jacobs- An inter dimensional being made of time itself. While his current form is mostly human, he has technicolour rainbow blood, freckles, and patches on his skin, along with clock-shaped pupils that change with the time. His “natural” form is a vaguely humanoid mess of ever shifting colour.

HBomb- I didn’t know what to do with him at first- he was a cow hybrid in my pfp set- but I just think the idea of him being a chill cat hybrid who turns full nyaa whenever he’s in a maid dress to be funny so he’s a cat hybrid now. With dyed-white cat ears and a dyed-white cat tail.

Technoblade- A piglin hybrid primarily, but he’s definitely got some weird traces of other species. He’s got tusks, pink hair, pink pig ears, a pig tail, and hooves, but he’s also got paws from some other animal hybridisation in his blood, and has a tallness that suggests demon blood somewhere down the line. His red eyes aren’t natural, and only occurred after he was sacrificed to be the vessel of the Blood God.

Antfrost- A cat hybrid, with blond and brown fur, a cat tail, paws both on his hands and feet, and cat ears. He’s also got split pupils and blue sclerae (though a different shade to his irises).

Philza- An angel- the creation of a god or goddess to help serve them (Dreamon's would be an example of the angels the Dream's can create, though they’re primarily running wild nowadays.) The creation and servant of one of the gods of death, Kristen, to serve her in the mortal realm. He’s got very large feathered dark wings, pupilless unnaturally bright eyes, pointy ears, fangs, claws, and dark blood the colour of the night sky. His wings, eyes, freckles and blood glow brightly and are patterned like the night sky. Injuries reveal that he's fully inhuman under his skin, appearing to be a void of colour that also glows and is patterned like the night sky. His crows, who are messengers from the afterlife, have this same pattern on their feathers.

Conner- I don’t know much about him tbh but. He’s just a hedgehog hybrid. I mean he’s joked enough about canonically being the kid of Sonic and Elise. He’s got blue hedgehog ears and a tail, and blue spines mixed in with his dark hair.

Captain Puffy- A sheep hybrid, with small curled sheep horns, sheep ears, a fluffy sheep tail, hooves, and hair curly and soft like wool. The split in her hair between brown and white is natural, though she keeps a small section dyed rainbow.

Vikkstar- Another angel, though of a god long gone. His entire body, even his “clothes” (which are made of flesh) glow intensely bright and have the pattern of the night sky.

LazarBeam- A gingerbread hybrid, which I’d say is dumb but we’ve already had a refrigerator hybrid so. I don’t know what else to say here.

Ranboo- Half enderman, half god of some sort. Has small horns, pointy ears, an inhumanly wide mouth with fangs, claws, digitigrade feet ending in hoof-like claws, pure black and white skin, pure black and white hair and freckles on the opposite side of the skin, red and green heterochromatic eyes barely distinguishable from their sclera, and red and green blood. Hmm, I wonder what other character shares similar descriptions... :)

FoolishG- A more matured god than Dream. Appears to be made entirely out of gold, with his hair and freckles appearing like copper. His pure green eyes have a similar texture to emeralds. Also he’s like. Massive. He’s like eleven Skeppy's.

Hannah- A nymph of the forests. Has prehensile vines and flowers flowing in her hair all the way to the ground, and half of her face and one of her arms are entirely made of these prehensile vines and flowers. Makes flowers grow in her step, after being corrupted by the egg they wither around her instead.

Charlie- Slime hybrid. Honestly just kind of got the most impractical parts of being a hybrid, having random sections of skin changed into green slime which drips everywhere and kind of gets in the way. It doesn’t seem to bother him though.

#my headcanons #making that a tab cause this was fun to write #dream smp #dsmp #dream smp headcanons #dsmp headcanons #dsmp species #dream smp species #the whole dsmp cast #literally all of them #excluding npcs #but including Mexican dream and Drista technically! #under a read more because LONG #i wasn’t joking when I said I did everyone

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- Appearances -

- HERO’S WEAR -

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Xisuma - 

Hero Outfit - Helmet that covers head completely with a purple tint in the front, large bulky metal, actually quite easy to move and breath in, armor all around and he has a belt to hold his weapons.  (basically just picture iron man's suit but black and instead of that helmet thing, its just like that but with a purple visor thats glass-)

Casual Wear - Long black hair thats held up in a bun on the top of his head as well stubble. Bright purple eyes, pale skin, scars littering all over - most prompt is a scar across his face that seems to be a ‘X’. Tends to wear a mask over his face when he goes out in public as it makes him feel safe Big pointy ears. Normally wears a jean jacket, a black button up shirt, ripped jeans, and combat boots.

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Mumbo - 

Hero Outfit - A light blue armor that covers his body, although it looks thin its actually quite thick and is a bit hard to move in if not used to it. He wears a helmet sometimes but most of the time doesn't unless necessary. There's markings of hearts, clubs, spades, and diamonds on each of his arms and legs - Like the card symbols.

Casual Wear - Normally a hoodie of any color and any kind with jeans, sometimes wears the sweaters that Grian made him. Has jet black short hair that looks well kept and taken care of as well with a well kept curly mustache. He has forest green eyes. Has freckles and a few scars but the scars arent to noticeable, hes actually quite pale.

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Grian - 

Hero Outfit - He has a ant-man like suit (Just in shrinking department) but unlike ant-man's, his suit can bend and change quickly on whim based off of the form that Grian takes. Its a toned down red color and you can only see his eyes through the gray tinted glass.  The suit is quite bendy but thin due to it having to change quickly to match Grian’s shape shipshifting.

Casual Wear - A red sweater, either thin or thick - Depends on the weather honestly. He has curly unkempt but taken good care of blonde hair that bounces around on his head. Bright big blue eyes. Freckles cover him as well as scars but the scars aren’t to noticeable. He’s a bit tan to be honest, he also has pointed ears.

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Impulse -

Hero Outfit - A bright yellow and white suit with lightning patterns running all around as well as ‘wind’ like movements mixing in with the yellow as a white. His helmet has yellow stained glass that's hard to see through, you can barely see facial features. His gloves are a pitch black, as well as his boots.  

Casual Wear - Has long blonde hair that he keeps in a man bun normally, brown eyes that look bubbly and happy normally as well as faint stubble - not to noticeable. He wears dark colored shirts normally, doesn't matter to him if its long sleeve or short sleeve.  He normally wears ripped jeans with them.  He has lightning like scars on his body all over as well as random strach white patches in his skin as well as his finger tips being stained black from eletrictly.

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Tango -

Hero Outfit - A bright red with orange and yellow blinding in, a faintness of blue at the bottom of the suit and his gloves - Mimicking a fires colors. He has a helmet that has a area in the top that is a different texture than the others to handle his fire hair. Has a red tinted glass in the front of it but its still quite hard to see his facial features.

Casual Wear - Has red hair thats on fire, but its normally more toned down and only floaty a bit when hes calm. Dark red eyes with a yellow sclera that hold a look of kindness and chaos. His skin is charred black in some pales on his yellow skin.

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Zedaph - 

Hero Outfit - A light green color with designs of what seems to be plants weaving around every part - as well as actual plants doing that. A dark green visor but you can see his facial features easily. Vines and plants cover the suit mostly but it moves as if its good as new.

Casual Wear - Fluffy blonde hair that has some plants here and there. Light blue eyes with a splash of green in them. Goat ears and small nubs of a horn + a small tail. Normally wears a brown sweater with a v neck and buttons, ripped jeans, and fingerless gloves as well as a few necklaces. Has a lot of scars but they're only noticeable if you focus on them.

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Doc - 

Hero Outfit - A dark green suit with gray around the edges of the part; the sliver color is around his wrists, ankles, neck, and chest. Red, green, and gray visor that makes it difficult to see his facial features. Red side is quite small and only takes up about 1/4 of it, only in place of where a eye would be. The green and gray and split down the half. 

Casual Wear - Brown wavy hair that looks neat and well brushed. One red eye that has cybernetic parts and one black eye thats just normal with a few splashes of red in it. Green skin as well as pointy ears. He has a cybernetic arm as well. He normally wears a short sleeved black turtleneck with jeans and a lab coat.

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Ren -

Hero Outfit - A red suit with some gold here and there, theres a area for his tail, its made of the same thing that Grian’s suit is made of so it can move around easily. His helmet as that as well. The helmet has yellow tinted glass which makes it easy to see his facial features.

Casual Wear - Brown hair that is very unkempt. Big blue puppy eyes. Has tanned skin with dog ears in place where human ears should be, as well as a dog tail. He normally wears a red shirt with cargo pants or jeans, sunglasses are a normal add on, as well as fingerless gloves and a few necklaces.

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Joe -

Hero Outfit - A toned down gray color as well as it being able to fade with him.  Has black tinted glass, as well as black gloves and boots. Nothing really stands out about his suit and thats how he likes it. Its a bit flimsy and confusing at first but once you get the hang of it, its easy to maneuver and control.

Casual Wear - Soft black hair with a few strikes of gray. Pale sickly gray skin, as well as pointed ears. Normally wears a blue hoodie and ripped jeans, as well as a few necklaces here and there.

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Cleo -

Hero Outfit - A dark purple color with dark blue shading around her joint parts. A tinted black glass that makes it impossible to see her facial features. Fingerless gloves so you can see her sharp nails.

Casual Wear - Blonde hair that she wears down normally. Green skin thats sewed together in some places. Light blue eyes on a yellow sclera. Normally wears a black long sleeve turtleneck with ripped jeans and a leather jacket as well as necklaces.

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Stress - 

Hero Outfit - A bubbly pink color with a hot pink shading in the joints. Pink tinted glass that makes it quite easy to see her facial features. Hot pink gloves and boots. She has string wrapped around her arms but it doesnt seem to bother her none.

Casual Wear - Fluffy wavy brown hair. Brown eyes that always hold a sense of happiness. Wears dresses or fluffy sweaters with baggy jeans. Has a bit tanned skin.

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False -

Hero Outfit - Camouflage outfit. Dark green tinted glass that makes it impossible to see her facial features. Worn leather fingerless gloves and army boots.

Casual Wear - Light blonde hair that she wears up in a ponytail. Light blue eyes. Wears goggles on her forehead and wears a short sleeve short with a plaid jacket tied around her waist as well as ripped jeans. Covered in scars and has a sense of danger to her.

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Bdubs -

Hero Outfit - A light yellow color with a more toned down red splashes/swirls. Red tinted glass that makes it a bit tricky to see his facial features. Boots and gloves are a yellow with red stained fingertips. Has a sword and grenades attached to the belt of his suit.

Casual Wear - Curly brown hair thats quite long and is normally in a man bun. Brown eyes that hold a tinge of chaos and kindness. A red bandana is normally tied across his forehead, ripped jeans, a trench coat, and a white shirt.  Normally has a cheeky grin and has tan to his skin. His fingers are stained yellow.

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Jevin -

(I had fun making him-)

Hero Outfit - A bright blue that just. Pops. Dark blue is made to shade where the joints are. Blue tinted glass!

Casual Wear - He has wobbly blue gel like hair. His skin is like a slimes although its blue! Everything. Is. BLUE. White hoodie is the only difference, but he wears blue ripped jeans. ALMOST EVERYTHING IS BLUE. TAKE BLUE AWAY FROM THIS MAN-

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TFC -

Hero Outfit - A muted gray color that looks like its been through a lot but is still held together amazingly well. A pretty classic suit, normal glass, and such. Its pretty old fashioned.

Casual Wear - Gray fluffy hair + big santa like beard. Normally wears a nice warm sweater and normal jeans. Has sweet brown eyes and just a calming look to him.

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Scar -

Hero Outfit - A darkish brown color with a bit lighter brown in the areas with joints. Glass isnt tinted. Fingerless gloves. Helmet as little cat ears and tail area made out of same stuff as Grians suit

Casual Wear - Fluffy brown hair brown hair with little cat ears poking out. Wears a white shirt with ripped jeans and a plaid jacket normally. He has green eyes that have a shine of kindness and chaos. Normally has a bag on him with everything he needs/wants in it. Large noticeable scar right across his face

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Hypno -

Hero Outfit - A dark purple color with yellow swirls all over. Gloves + Boots are this color as well. Yellow tinted glass. Theres a small drawing of a yellow swirl right in the middle of the forehead of his helmet. 

Casual Wear - Blonde hair thats quite long and held in a small loose low ponytail - he has a bandana that he normally wears. Bright yellow eyes and grayish skin. Wears a black t-shirt normally as well as ripped jeans and fingerless gloves.

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Keralis - 

Hero Outfit - Lime color with some a light green shading the area where his joints are. His gloves are grippy so he can grip easier. His boots have springs in them so he can jump far higher. Green tinted glass.

Casual Wear - Brown hair thats almost always in a man bun and he has stubble. His eyes shift between green and blue based off of the temp of the room hes in. Wears whatever he feels like, his outfits dont really have a ‘habit’.

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Wels -

Hero Outfit - Gold and white fully armored and bulky thing but he makes it look like it weighs nothing. Swords/blades rest on the belt of his armor. Has gray tinted glass. Gold linings.

Casual Wear - Short well taken care of light blonde hair. Wears armor no matter what - as well as constantly having a sword on him or a metal rod. Wears ‘elegant’ like clothing.

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Etho -

Hero Outfit - A dark blue-gray armor/suit with gray tinted glass. Golden linings that actually doesn't stick out to much. (BECAUSE THIS MAN DESERVES IT) Boots have a spring in it but he cant jump nearly as high as Keralis.

Casual Wear - White spikey hair with two mismatched eyes - Left eye is red and right eye is blue. Massive scar over his left eye. Really pale and has pointed ears. He wears a mask (like you should when you go out), a white button up shirt with a green winter jacket. He has golden earrings. Wears fingerless gloves. Has a friendship bracelet with Beef and Pause - His bracelet is a soft brown color with spikes of black here and there and the other is a blue with brown. Has hearing aids.

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Gem -

Hero outfit -  Very easy to move around in. Not buckley or metal. Made out of fabric. A light brown natural color with a hood. Has a belt around her waist to hold her guns and arrows.

Casual war - Dark ginger hair with light green eyes that sparkle with chaos. Very few scars can be seen. She has deer ears and antlers. Wears warm comfy clothing, light golden earrings, brown thumb gloves, and a necklace with a two feathers and a locket.

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Pearl - 

Hero outfit - Slightly gray metal with dark blue glass. The metal is aged and dented. Boots have a slight spring. 

Casual wear - Black hair thats normally neatly braided and light brown eyes. Pointed ears. Her fingers, ears, nose, and toes all are black at the tip and spread throughout a bit till it reaches the base of a body part.

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- VILLAIN’S OUTFITS -

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Cub - 

Villain outfit -  A sandy like yellow with yellow tinted glass and all. Theres some brown around his finger tips and his boots are stained brown a bit. He carries a kanata. 

Casual wear - Long blonde beard that he braided. Hes bald. Skin is a bit yellow in color and his eyes are brown. Wears a black no sleeves turtleneck with a leather jacket and ripped jeans.

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Evil Xisuma -

Villain outfit - Blood red color with a black helmet and red tinted glass. Carries a sword on him at all times - even if just partolling.  Armor looks a bit worn but works fine.

Casual wear - Long black hair that he wears in a man bun as well as a beard. He has red eyes and grayish skin. Normally wears a dark blue shirt with jeans or just a hoodie and jeans.

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Green eyes Beef-

Villain outfit - A vibrant green color with some black splotches here and there. Black tinted glass. Carries a sword and two guns.

Casual wear - Curly brown hair thats short, has stubble. Bright BRIGHT green eyes. Normally has a cocky grin. His outfit choice normally changes a lot but he normally wears a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a black undershirt.

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Skinless Beef -

Villain outfit - N/A

Casual wear - Soft brown hair with a stubble and he has brown eyes. From his chin down theres massive burn marks but you cant really notice them. Normally has headphones around his neck. Wears a big puffy sweater, sweatpants, gloves, and boots to hide the burns.

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Hels - 

Villain outfit - Pitch black with red swirls and red tinted glass. Roughed up gloves and boots. Carries metal rods with him.

Casual wear - Ginger hair that he wears down, its around shoulder length. Blue eyes. Skin looks a bit charred. Wears whatever he thinks is comfortable. But its normally a jean jacket with comfortable pants and a white undershirt.

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NPC - 

Villain outfit - A light brown color with gray tinted glass. Springy boots and he doesnt wear gloves

Casual wear - He doesnt have hair. Hes sliver as hes a robot - everything bout him is robotic. He likes to wear thin clothing so he doesnt overheat.

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BeetleJhost - 

Villain outfit - A gray color with some green here and there. Black tinted glass. Armor looks ripped somehow even though its not.

Casual wear - Gray hair with some green strains. Gray skin with green eyes. Normally wears a blue hoodie with ripped jeans and a hat.

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AngelCleo -

Villain outfit - A light golden like yellow. Yellow tinted glass. Her joints are shaded by a darker yellow. She carries a gun on her.

Casual wear - Long blonde hair that she keeps in a bun with a halo floating above her. Angel wings. Very pale skin that looks to be glowing almost. Blue eyes. She typically wears ‘royal’ clothing. (Mostly just wears elegant clothing, like flowy ropes, etc etc)

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Badtimes -

Villain outfit - Dark blue armor/suit with black stained glass. Armor is a bit ripped in some parts. He has the same material as Scar/Ren/Grian for where his tail + ears are.

Casual wear - Fluffy brown hair with dog ears + tail. His dog parts make it easy to tell what kind of emotion hes feeling. Normally has a cocky grin. Typically wears a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a random undershirt + sunglasses.

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Iskall -

Powers(?) - Diamonds and emeralds form on his body, they look like freckles even up close. As long as you dont pay close attention to the ones on his face, they pass as freckles. he can also weld pretty easily due to him being able to summon sparks in his hands!

Normally wears - He has rough brown hair but its pretty well taken care of. He has one brown eye and the other is replaced by cypro tech. His fingertips + toes are frosted a light blue and emerald green. Random patches of diamonds/emeralds. Normally wears a baggy green shirt, ripped jeans and roughed up leather fingerless gloves.

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Beef -

Powers (?) - N/A

Normally wears - He has short brown hair and a long beard. Has a friendship bracelet with Etho  and Pause- His bracelet is green and black and the other is brown and blue He has bright brown eyes and hes pretty tanned. He normally wears whatever he thinks is comfortable.

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xB -

Powers (?) - N/A

Normally wears- Long brown hair he wears up in a man bun with faint stubble. Wears a white shirt, zip up hoodie, and ripped jeans. Has a dagger on him a lot. Baby blue eyes.

A/N: HOLY SHIT ITS FUCKING DONE AT LAST-

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[fanartfunart]

My art progression as showcased through dragons as I avoid doing schoolwork:

2014: I had recently received a digital tablet. Promptly made drawings of long-haired people from behind because I hated drawing humans, and also loved backgrounds and animals more. I do everything on one layer because I’m a child who just transferred over from paper. Probably didn’t even know what a layer was. I exclusively drew dragons (and most everything) in profile. 8/10: I actually had awesome style as a teenager and these are definitely dragons. Storytelling also on point. Everything is a little stiff though.

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2014 (part 2): A gigantic leap as I figure out how the heck to color digitally in a way that’s not purely airbrushing everything in. Bright colors show up. I still draw humans flat and as minor details. Animals are still my best friends. Everything becomes absurdly long and angular for far too long starting from here. 5/10: Awkward and lanky. And my mountains got worse, lost all sense of texture and style. There’s no emotion.

2015: Everything is fuzzy. I am obsessed with trying to capture texture but I’m also a teenager and do not know how to capture texture. I also discovered the beauty of making OCs that have weird weird colors and designs. Background creatures remain to be weird sketchy things because I still don’t use base sketches for backgrounds. 3/10: proportions got weird again and the wings are a gigantic downgrade from 2014 me.

2015 (part 2): I continue to be a teenager obsessed with texture and playing with weird settings in digital art. I learn what layers are and why they’re helpful. I exclusively use this knowledge for separating background from foreground.  1/10: He has no legs and no personality and I didn’t know what I was doing. The initial paper drawing was better.

2016: This is for a biology project where we made up our own creatures.... I personally am not sure if I count this as a dragon. I get into My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and everything becomes cute and fluffy, what can I say. I also learned I’m allowed to not use the default canvas and change it. IDK I start drawing After the Fall‘s early concept art and superhero ocs. There’s a distinct lack of normal dragons. 5/10: It feels more like Modern Me and the personality has returned, but also it’s also unsure if this counts as a dragon or a weird bat creature.

2017: I am still obsessed with my superhero ocs, but I’ve given some of them a dragon friend. I also draw almost exclusively in character-only style and the once prominent backgrounds dwindle to nothingness. dragons gain actual scale texture and I still do everything on only 2 layers. My humans are prominent but long, unusual beanpoles. 10/10: I still love this dragon baby and this is an excellent showcase of personal artistic growth. Look at his innocent little face. He’s got personality and is 100% a dragon.

2018: I begin to use layers more thoughtfully, and even tried making a “lighting” layer. I decide this is a bad idea. This marks the start of the Ombre Wings which remains present in the Daydream AU. People remain lanky and perspective is also wonky. This also marks the end of an era, as I abandon all my superheros due to my co-creator/partner dumping me. 5/10: The lighting got worse from every version before. Also all definition in my backgrounds disappeared... why.

2018 (part 2): I get a tumblr and get into Sanders Sides. I make the Daydream au. Virgil is the first non-furry dragon I make with ears??? I abandon trying to draw scale textures for working on perspective and lighting. Shading gets a little flatter again, but I’m also more mindful of actual lighting sources, so it’s forgivable. Dragons return to being Very Big in comparison to people. 8/10: Good memories. The start of an era. Most consistently I’d drawn dragons in a while at this point in time.

2019: Cartoon big eyes become the Standard.  Things have started to become very flowy and soft. I draw a lot of babies which translates to everyone becoming a bit stockier in adult versions too. (This is good because everyone stopped being weirdly long). I add sprinkles of scale-shading back in. Looking back, claws begin to be more paw-like than actual claws in comparison to 2017′s lizard-y claws. 9/10: Designs are on Point and expressions are getting real nice. I’ve finally figured out how to lock and shade layers. Also Babies.

2020: I’ve got AtF going again, and I branch back into making non-scaled dragons. Texture is a Thing, and I make a lot of digital brushes for textures I use a lot. I start using my new coloring technique more regularly. 9/10: about the same since 2019 dragons-wise, but the process has gotten smother and faster. The point off is both an attempt at pretending to be humble while also being aware that my art will change no matter what, and I will think that is better so that potential is There (except for 2017. That’s perfection. The most adorable dragon I’ve ever drawn.)

2021: Despite the fact I’ve gotten really into DnD and despite Dragons being in the name, I have not drawn barely any DnD dragons. There are no colored dragon drawings in the first 2 months of 2021 and this is a flaw. -10/10: no dragons.

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[star-spangledstud]

PARADISE

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader 

Summary: The Avengers enjoy a hard-earned vacation.

Word Count: 3700-ish

Warnings: Fluff (None)

Blistering heat. Skin sticky from several layers of coconut-scented sunblock with built-in self-tanner, causing a dewy glow to set upon your bronzed, heated skin. A bright pink cocktail stood beside the tanning bed you were laying on, a slice of fresh lime and a tiny blue umbrella hanging off the side of the glass. Drops of condensation made their way down the length of the fishbowl shaped glass, collecting on the palm tree coaster it sat on. You sipped it every minute or so through a neon yellow plastic straw, allowing the icy drink to cool you down while the alcohol warmed the back of your throat as it went down.

You turned the page of your romance novel, green doe eyes covered by large black sunglasses following along the words written on the tattered paper. A glance up from your book to the pool area in front of you revealed toned bodies in brightly colored swimming trunks and skimpy bikinis sprawled everywhere. Natasha sat beside you on Wanda's sunbed. She'd braided her hair and was busy putting flowers in it. Fake daisies by the looks of it, made of cloth with little plastic stems. You smiled and took another sip, savoring the sour taste and slushy texture and took a mental note to order the same thing over dinner later. Then, you turned back to your book.

Steve loved summer. Perhaps it was the stark contrast provided by the sun's rays to the ice he was trapped in for so long or the scent of nature in bloom all around him that sparked his admiration for the season. He wasn't sure. All he knew is that he enjoyed the blistering heat and the breeze carrying the scent of fresh flowers across the resort.

His skin had become wrinkly from spending hours on end in the pool with the guys, but he was finally starting to win the game of volleyball against Sam and Thor, and Captain America did not like to lose. He'd tried to convince Tony and Bruce to join them but they were sitting in the shade, stacks of paper and two laptops covering the sunbeds around them. You smiled and shook your head at them, but didn't comment on their constant need to work, even though it was Tony's idea to take everyone away for a two-week paid trip to paradise in the first place. Maybe he just really loved showing off his money. You didn't care, because you were sipping on your fourth free cocktail.

Your eyes drifted back to the water glistening beneath the rays of the sun, to Steve, who was laughing so hard at something Peter said his hand went to his chest.

Steve felt your eyes on him as soon as you lowered your sunglasses to the bridge of your nose so you could watch him lose the game. He held his hand up to the guys, motioning for them to continue without him. Peter begged him to stay, knowing he could never win the game by himself, but Steve already waded to the edge of the pool. Instead of using the metal stairs, he gripped the edge of the pool and lifted himself out in a fluid motion. Water dripped from his torso and out of his shorts, leaving a trail of it on the marble tiles as he closed in on you.

He softly took a hold of your calves, lifting your legs and placing them into his lap so he could sit down on the sunbed. You placed your book on your chest, marveling at drops of water that ran down his milky white torso. That boy did not tan.

"Tired?" You teased, eyes drifting to Thor smashing the ball across the water.

"I can go all day, remember?" He replied, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Sore loser then," you retorted, "nothing wrong with admitting defeat."

"'S not in my genes, I'm afraid," he paused, "so, what' cha reading?"

Even after the sun had set behind the palm trees, the heat remained. The air was still heavy and humid by the time you woke up from your pre-dinner nap and the second you stepped out of your shower, your skin was sticky again. You'd already given up on washing your hair. It would just get greasy again.

It was nearly nine when all of you met up at the restaurant. Overlooking the beach, you had a perfect view of the waves that crashed upon the shore from your seat at the table. You ordered the same ridiculous cocktail and were sipping it quietly, listening to your teammates conversating. Shadows of the palm trees waving gently in the breeze cascaded across the candlelit tables, hypnotizing you for a moment.

Tony's laugh broke your trance and you smiled, not really having listened to the joke. He stood up, scraping his chair back across the cobblestone. His glass of white wine swirled when he rose and he used a fork to tap the side of his glass. Silence immediately fell over the table.

"A toast, to the most annoying yet best teammates a guy like me, could ever ask for," he grinned, "the only reason why I'm saying this is because I've been day-drinking. They make hella Pina Coladas here."

"We know," Natasha said, grinning widely, "we love you too, Tony."

Waiters circled around the tables that had been pushed together to accommodate all of you, plates filled with various kinds of gourmet dishes balancing on their arms and in their hands. You raised your glass, smiling while everyone else did the same.

You looked at Steve, who had taken a seat beside you. He'd traded his swim shorts for a pale blue button-up shirt of which he'd rolled up the sleeves. A shark-tooth necklace, courtesy of one of the salesmen down at the beach who just wouldn’t leave him alone, hung around his neck. It was perfectly visible through the undone buttons on his chest. His hair was fluffy and soft from being in the water all day. You could tell he hadn't tried to style it with gel.

You almost hated yourself for watching him, even from the corner of your eye. It was a habit that had crept into your system over the course of four months. A habit that resembled an addiction to drugs. It was just fun at first, but your constant need to have your eyes on Steve had turned into a necessity, into a way of life.

The two of you had always hit it off. He was the first person to introduce you to the rest of the team when you were initially hired and he had taken it upon himself to show you the ropes and guide your training after that. He made you feel comfortable in an environment filled with strong, confident people during a time in which you felt like a small fish in a big pond. He watched your back on missions and took you to the city on days off - although admittedly, he mostly brought you along for his own selfish reasons.

He forced you to take him to places like McDonald's and KFC, not because the food - although advertised as such - was finger-licking good, but because he'd missed out on the experience of greasy fast food when he was growing up in the previous century. He forced you to take him to BestBuy, not because he was in the market for a new smart-fridge, but because he needed you to explain the appliances that had been invented after he went into the ice without judging him for his continuous stream of questions. It wasn't until your throat was sore from all the talking that he would take you to a coffee shop so you could sit down and enjoy a hot beverage. Not Starbucks though. Way too crowded and the drinks were too complicated. What the hell was a Frappuccino, anyway?

It was during those days where you began to glance at him. Peaks, out of the corners of your eye when he was trying to figure out whether to order a Quarterpounder or a Big-Mac. Admiration for adjusting so quickly in a world so far away from his own, for accepting it. Glances turned into zoned-out stares that focused on his features until he'd wave his hand in front of your face and ask you what planet you were on. Your cheeks would heat up every time, a sight he loved - but would never admit - and you would stammer and make up a stupid excuse about being tired.

You hated the feeling of butterflies fluttering around in your stomach whenever he would brush his arm against yours during the movie nights, or when his knees would hit yours as you sat opposite each other in the coffee shop. You hated the lopsided smiles he gave you when he thought you weren't looking and hated how close he would stand to you in the kitchen when you were making breakfast, shirt off and sweatpants riding low on his perfectly sculpted hips.

You hated how you'd begun to develop a crush on Steve Rogers. It just crept up on you, silent and deadly like a black viper. It had wiggled its way into your heart and settled there, causing it to hammer skip every time you were near him. You wanted to punch yourself for acting like a lovesick puppy because you were sure it was a one-sided thing and yet even as you laid in bed at night with thoughts racing and images of Steve flashing before closed lids, you couldn't turn your fucking brain off long enough to think clearly.

You and Steve were friends. Not just friends, either, but best friends. You spent so much time together it made Tony gag. Natasha couldn't stop obsessing over the two of you, constantly trying to prove that you were secretly dating. Even Bruce caught wind of the closeness of your supposedly platonic relationship and when he caught the two of you in the common room late one night doubled over in hysterical laughter, piles of blankets and fluffy pillows surrounding you on the couch you were sitting on, even he was convinced there was more going on than you were letting on.

As you were sitting on a tropical island, surrounded by the people that you cared for the most, a part of you wished there was. How nice it would be to experience a vacation at a fancy resort in the tropics with a romantic partner. You snorted, picking up your knife and fork while shaking your head. There was nothing going on between you and Steve and as far as he was concerned, there never would be. You were friends, after all, best friends at that, and there was no way that Steve could be interested in you in any other way. He was so perfect in every way and you were just, ordinary. Plain, a Big-Mac without toppings.

Dessert came before you even realized what was going on. You were buzzed at this point from all the cocktails you'd consumed and instead decided to order a glass of ice water to accompany the chocolate lava cake you had ordered. You only ate half, stomach feeling like it was going to burst at any point if you ate any more. Steve, being the gentleman he was, took the fact that you placed your spoon down as a sign and finished it for you.

"Y/N?"

You hadn't heard him coming.

He was standing behind you suddenly, shirt unbuttoned further than before and hair blowing in the wind that had started to pick up. Of course, it had been Tony's idea to host a private party after dinner in the club that was attached to the resort. Employees of SHIELD and the Avengers were dancing inside, booze flowing just as smoothly as the music. You'd stepped outside for only a moment in desperate need for some fresh air and time to think. 

It was still warm outside, the soft breeze feeling wonderful on your slightly reddened skin. 

"Hey," you said, elbows leaning on the railing that separated the resort from its private beach, "what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question," he said smartly, offering you a sip of his sprite, "This is a nice place."

"It's beautiful," you mused, watching the gentle waves and the pearly white sands ahead.

"Yeah," Steve mumbled, "it is."

Seeing you in a white triangle bikini was the single most amazing thing Steve had ever seen. It had taken all his strength not to rip you from the beach and into your bungalow where he could kiss you and have you all to himself at last. The salty water had transformed your hair into waves, and the sun had kissed your skin and made you glow. You were on a towel on your stomach, book in front of you and sunglasses hiding your eyes. A bottle of sunscreen poked out of the tote bag you brought and a bottle of water stood perched up into the sand. It had to be warm by now, but you didn't care.

He loved seeing how much you enjoyed this. How naturally you adjusted to the change of pace, how you blended in with the scenery as if you'd always been there. He got to see a side of you he'd never seen before when you were in New York, where the rain seemed to permanently hang over the city. He loved how you interacted with people you were so used to seeing only at work,  but this also made him jealous. He was used to being one of the only people you would hang out with in private but now, you'd practically been glued to everyone but him. How badly he wanted to take you out for a stroll on the beach alone or enjoy a cocktail with you with no-one else watching. Hell, he'd even dance for you at that club with the music he could hardly call music if it meant he got to spend more time with you alone.

He was playing volleyball again, on the beach this time. Half of your party had gone out on scooters for an island excursion, but not you. You had decided that your book was more important, and so you were reading the final chapter with the sun cascading on your back. He'd tried to get you to join him earlier, but once again, you'd declined. Not now, when you were so close to finishing the book. The main character was about to confess her love for the man she'd been chasing for years. She had finally built up the courage to tell him how she really felt. Her words caused your stomach to clench and your heart to pound. You had to know how it would end.

But even the most experienced of readers required a break every once in a while. You were hot, extremely hot and in desperate need of something to cool you off. Alas, the water you'd brought had warmed up, offering no relief from the constant heat blazing down on you. You got up, placing the book into your bag so it wouldn't get covered in the sand and stretched your limbs.

You looked around the beach for a while, noticing it was a lot quieter with half the staff gone for the day and exhaled, allowing a deep breath to escape your lungs while you began to jog across the hot sand.

"When are you going to tell her you're in love with her?" Tony asked with a smug smirk on his face and the ball in his hands.

Steve swallowed, catching the ball with ease.

"You're supposed to hit it back, not catch it and stand there like a dead guy," Tony commented, "Anyway, you dig her and for some reason, you're too afraid to just man up and tell her. Why?"

"Because," Steve said, "we're just friends."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock. Look, nothing's ever gonna change unless you act and you're an idiot if you think she doesn't feel the same way. Plus, I made a bet with Tash, so you better step up your game and get to it. Like, right now."

"Tony, I can't do that."

"Give me one good reason. Go on, I'm waiting." Another cocky smirk.

"We're coworkers."

Tony rolled his eyes, "Oh please, Fury doesn't give a shit and neither do I. Sign a couple of forms if you have to. Listen, pal if you don't make a move soon, someone else is bound to come in and sweep her off her feet and you'll be sorry forever."

Steve thought for a moment, watching as you walked further away from him and cursed Tony for being right. Again.

"She's the only one who can tolerate your shit, Rogers. Don't let her get away so easily."

Your feet were just touching the water when a hand around your upper arm stopped you from walking into the ocean. You'd ventured out to a more quiet area of the beach, where the only sound audible was the crashing of waves and seagulls over your head. You could still see your towel from where you stood, but the details had become blurry. Perfect.

"Hey,"  you said, voice sounding startled after you'd turned to look at whoever was holding you.

"I don't know why I allowed Tony of all people to convince me to do this, but I wouldn't be here if what he said to me didn't have a truth to it so I suppose it was for the best." Steve stammered, hands now on your shoulders as if to shield them from the sun.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, confused.

"Do you like me?" He asked, cheeks reddening more and more with each passing second. You couldn't tell through the darkness of your sunglasses, but he didn't know that.

"Of course I do Steve, you're my best-" He cut you off, testosterone and adrenaline taking over now.

"Not like that. Listen, you make me happy. Like, happy, happy. I don't mean the kind of happy that I get when I run into Sam at the gym and he has a fresh smoothie and a bagel for me, or when we successfully complete a mission and return home safely. It's not the kind of happy I get when I drink my favorite coffee, or when I see a dog at the park."

"What are you saying?" You whispered, eyes hidden by tinted glasses sliding across his face for any sign of fuckery.

There was none. You're suddenly painfully aware of the water swishing against your legs, aware of the grains of sand beneath your feet and his touch, which burned hotter than any sun in the universe could ever do. It's like you'd taken a step inside the book you were just reading.

"You make me feel things I haven't felt before, but want to feel all the time. I crave you when you're not there. The brush of your fingers, the softness of your voice and your laugh, Y/N, I need to hear it all the time and hell, I don't want to even think about having to share it with anyone else because I can't stand to bear the thought." He realized he was being dramatic, but he didn't care.

It disgusted him how easy it had been for Tony to convince him to tell you, but he was right. Walking on eggshells around you was ridiculous and even though Steve realized that being this honest could ruin everything in a matter of seconds, he also knew that lying was a habit he hated and he had been lying to himself for far too long by pretending to accept your friendship as the endstage.

Your hand was on his chest before he knew what was happening. A small smile played on your rosy lips, yet there was hesitation hidden behind those sunglasses. Hesitation, because what if the only reason why he said those words to you was because of a stupid bet? You were almost convinced of it, but his blue orbs told you the truth far better than any of his words could ever do. He was searching for confirmation, waiting for you to tell him you felt the same. Hell, they were begging you to say something, anything just to get the anticipation out of the way. It was like a horror movie, where you knew a jump scare was coming but you didn't know when.

"I do like you,"  you said finally, "more than dogs at the park."

An amused expression on your face allowed him to finally breathe again. Bright blue eyes still intensely scanned your face, just to make sure you too were telling the truth. He wasn't a walking lie detector - unlike Natasha - but he could tell you were honest.

"I want to take you out," more adrenaline, "properly. Not a coffee shop date, but a real date. With flowers and dinner."

Your heart clenched, second hand finding his chest, "I would like that."

It was hard to stand on the tip of your toes while being in the sand. You sank a little, so it kind of defeated the purpose, but still, you did your best to gain some height on the tall man in front of you. His piercing blues traveled across your shoulders, followed a trail of glimmering sunshine along your body and you sighed, almost fearful you ended up with a heat stroke and were currently delusional. Or drunk. Or both.

But his lips, salty from the ocean water he took in when he went under a while ago and soft, felt very fucking real. You could hardly believe it because did dreams really come true, but hell yeah they did, because you were in one right now and you were not asleep. You were kissing, mouth on mouth and it didn't stop there, because your tongue soon slipped in - you blamed the alcohol you had earlier for your sudden boldness. Blamed him too, for overwhelming you with it.

You didn't even care about the fact that Tony and some level 6 SHIELD employees were watching you guys make out on a private beach. Didn't give a damn about the fact that Tony picked up his phone to call Natasha about how she now owed him $200, or how your sunscreen was starting to wear off and your skin would soon turn red. You finally had Steve right where you wanted him, really had him now, and you didn't plan on letting go anytime soon.

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[captainkappa]

Fanfic:: Falling

Besides, leaving means going back to an empty ship. Leaving means counting down the days until he saw Grogu again. Leaving means counting down until he could come with a good enough excuse to come back to Tatooine.

Din doesn’t want to leave. Not just yet.

AO3 Link

Do you remember this post I wrote about Din Cobb going to see Space Cherry Blossoms? Well I wrote a whole fic about it! It’s pure fluff and pining, I hope you enjoy!

And a huge thanks to @staranon95 for betaing!

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“Do you want to go for a ride?”

Din hasn’t meant to offer it. He knows that opening that gate would open others, but in the shade of Din’s new ship the  Mudhorn , Cobb leaning against his speeder to say good-bye, it slips out. During the job this time, Cobb had finally put into words Din had suspected, that he’d had never been off Tatooine, which isn’t that surprising when you consider the culture of Tatooine is scraping by for your next meal.

Cobb freezes for a moment. “You sure? You don’t have someplace to be?”

“No, I can spare a few.”

He’s not wrong. He’s not on contract from the guild, he probably has a couple of days before Bo-Katan contacts him again for the saber, his calendar is blissfully free. Besides, leaving means going back to an empty ship. Leaving means counting down the days until he saw Grogu again. Leaving means counting down until he could come with a good enough excuse to come back to Tatooine.

Din doesn’t want to leave. Not just yet.

The smile that Cobb has threatens to blind him. “Alright, lemme comm the town, tell them I’ll be back a little later.”

Cobb steps away and Din takes this as his chance to take a breath. He’s doing this, he’s just going to bring Cobb up to see a brand new planet then back to Tatooine before Mos Pelgo can miss him.

That’s it.

He lowers the ramp and packs up the supplies he got while on planet. It’s busy work that he can use to distract himself from thinking about how Cobb fought today, ruthless in the face of the slaver camp they came across, how the new durasteel armor hugs him in all the right places. Taking inventory should prevent his thoughts from drifting to how Cobb tilts his head back to laugh, the way he smiles when he gets an idea, and how he held out his hand to help Din up after the fight was over.

That is, until a thought pops into his head. Not only a thought, a planet, a planet he thinks he might want to show Cobb, someone who’s only used to the sand plains of Tatooine. He none so gently kicks the final crate into the hold before going to the cockpit. He plugs the coordinates in, just to see how the hyperspace lanes look.  

He blinks at the screen showing them optimal for a quick trip. No traffic, no anomalies sending them off course. It’s the perfect storm for space travel.

He glances at Cobb, still talking with Jo or Issa-Or. He turns back and pulls out a busted datapad and checks one more thing about the planet in mind.

He was right; it’s peak season.

He leans back in his chair, allowing himself to be selfish and look at Cobb. Is this the Force? He’s had conversations with his son’s teachers since he got his frequency and he still doesn’t understand it entirely, but is this what the Force is? Pulling him to this conclusion that it’d be a crime to pass on the opportunity?

His thought process is interrupted by Cobb’s light steps up the ramp. His eyes wander the whole breadth of the ship, drinking it all in, before finally landing on him. His gaze is so bright, Din has to fight the urge to fidget.

“Alright, so what’s the plan, partner? Quick trip up and down?

“Actually, if you have time,” he starts, sounding more confident than he feels, “there’s a planet not too far away we could visit.”

Cobb tears his gaze away from the hull to look at him, eyes full of restrained emotion.

“Really?”

Din swallows, not knowing why his throat feels so dry. “Yeah. There’s a hyperspace lane freed up. Two hours there and back.”

“That easy?” And Cobb clamps his lips shut and Din can see where he’s coming from. The freedom of space is enticing. He’d be lying if there hadn’t been a day or two in his youth when he just wanted to forgo a bounty to just explore.

He nods, giving Cobb the time to consider.

“Two hours?” he parrots and Din nods again. Cobb considers this for only a moment before saying, “Ah, what the hell, once in a lifetime opportunity, right?”

“Alright.” Din hopes Cobb can’t tell how hard he’s smiling as he starts up the ship.

The ship rumbles beneath his feet, a familiar sensation. Cobb, on the other hand, jumps five feet out of his seat when the ship around them starts to move.

“Sorry,” Din says before Cobb can get a word in edgewise. Should’ve thought of that. “I’m gonna have us start climbing now, okay?”

Cobb manages a nod. Din pulls up on the controls and the ship is airborne. He lets the control tower know they’re leaving before pushing the ship to accelerate to break the atmosphere. He keeps turning his head to face Cobb, whose eyes are plastered to the viewport.

This time he warns Cobb what he’s doing, trying to remember how it felt the first time he entered hyperspace.

“It might… feel weird,” he explains as he plugs in the hyperspace coordinates.

Cobb snorts. “Very descriptive, partner, thank you kindly for the warning.”

Din huffs out a laugh before pulling the lever back, watching as the familiar blues of hyperspace fill the cockpit window. There’s a sudden gasp from his left and he turns to look at Cobb, to make sure he’s okay.

He hasn’t been expecting tears. Silent, quiet tears falling down Cobb’s cheeks. It makes Din’s throat close up with want. What he wants, he’s not sure. Want to bring Cobb with him? Cobb wouldn’t want that with his roots already set down in Tatooine; the politics of Mandalore wouldn’t appeal to him.

Or at least, that’s what Din tells himself, avoiding any consideration of the opposite because what if it wasn’t that Cobb wouldn’t leave Tatooine, but that he wouldn’t leave  with Din .

Din has had too much heartbreak for one lifetime. He doesn’t think he could handle much more.

He tells Cobb he’s free to wander the ship, but Cobb just nods, eyes transfixed. Din settles in himself. He’ll leave the cockpit if Cobb asks, but he really hopes he doesn’t.

-=-

As predicted, the flight is short and soon they are out of hyperspace. From space, the planet is a motley of colors, but Din angles for the dot of pink that grows larger and larger as they enter the atmosphere. Cobb’s eyes never leave the viewport as the planet widens before their eyes, details coming into focus. First, its coastlines, then mountains that disappear with the curve of the planet, then the natural borders of biomes, then thick forests of multicolored trees, until they arrive at the patch Din had thought of.

They touch down on a flat patch of earth, no official landing strip for miles. Din flicks the last switch before turning to Cobb. His eyes haven’t left the window, hands in fists in his lap.

“Cobb?”

Cobb jumps, turning to his voice.

“Are you ready?”

Cobb blinks. “We can head on the planet? Just like that?”

“Yeah,” Din says, standing up. “There’s no major space port here, mostly uninhabited on this side. We’re not breaking any laws.”

The other man chuckles. “Not worked about law breakin’.”

“Then c’mon. There’s more to see.”

He nods and falls in step with Din, wide eyes never leaving the tops of the trees. Din allows himself a moment to look as well. The trees stand at least another person taller than both of them, branches full of fluffy bright pink blooms. Even with the branches looking as full as they are, there’s a thick carpet of pink under their feet, decompressing with every step.

Cobb finally breaks his silent awe. “Are they…always this color?”

Din shakes his head. “The flowers fall and grow back a different color for each season. Last time I was here they were blue.”

Cobb breaks away from their twinned steps to walk up closer to one of the trees. Din watches as he feels the bark between his fingers, reaches up to feel the silky textures of the petals and Din’s heart seizes with what could be; traveling together and visiting planets Cobb could never conceive of. Din wants to hand the galaxy to Cobb and ask where he wants to go, because if there is one person who deserves a little reverence and adventure, it’s Cobb, who cares so much for the people around him but so little for himself.

“Wait for me,” Din says, as he nearly loses sight of the man.

“We just landed on an alien planet, and you want me to wait?”

“Don’t want to lose track of you. I could easily mistake you for a tree.”

Cobb snorts, pushing on one of his pauldrons before breaking away, keeping a closer distance this time.

A breeze blows through and shakes the branches, loose petals are thrown into the air, twisting and twirling in the air, but Din only has eyes for Cobb. Cobb, with eyes wide, head tilted up to try and take it all in. Gentle pink petals catch in gray hair and that red scarf and Din can barely breathe for a second.

“It’s beautiful,” Cobb says, his gaze to the sky.

“Yeah,” Din says, eyes never leaving Cobb.

Cobb’s eyes sweep the valley before stopping on him.

He stifles a laugh. “I think you have some petals in your…”

Din looks down and sees the petals have caught in the junctures of his armor.

“Here, lemme help you.”

Din looks up and Cobb is suddenly much closer, fingers brushing in the spaces between armor, where the flight suit suddenly feels as thin as silk for all it keeps out the heat of Cobb’s fingers.

“There we go,” Cobb says with one last brush of his fingers.

“You too.” Pink dots Cobb’s salt and pepper hair. Before Cobb can move and before Din can properly think his actions through, he’s bringing gloved hands up to Cobb to gently brush the petals away. He’s thought of this before, but without the gloves on, hands lingering in the gray strands, wanting to know if they’re as soft as they lookl, or are there grains of sand lost between them?

Cobb’s eyes close for a moment and Din takes the second to drink him all in, at the freckle under his eye, the way his hair has shifted in the breeze. It’s only for a second before he’s looking into familiar hazel again.

And Din realizes just how close they’ve gotten.

“C’mon,” Din says, clearing his throat when his voice comes out rougher than he anticipates, “One thing I want to show you.”

Cobb’s face breaks into a familiar grin. “Something else? Mando, I’m startin’ to feel spoiled.”

You deserve it.

Din takes a step back, nodding, before gesturing to follow him. He leads them through the seemingly endless forest, guided by muscle memory of the last time a bounty brought him here and his HUD showing how the terrain changes.

It’s a short walk from where Din remembers it, the lake where he finally caught that bounty. The water is covered in petals so that it nearly blends in with the ground. Din pauses just before the ground turns to mud. He turns to explain the circumstances of finding the place, when he realizes Cobb is still walking forward.

“Wait!” Din throws out a hand to grab him by the elbow pulling him back. Cobb is immediately on alert, thinking there’s something dangerous. Instead of explaining, Din pulls a rock from the ground and throws it into the lake in front of them. The impact sends the petals on the surface rocking in the waves, revealing the dirty green water they had been covering.

Cobb blinks, staring at the ripples.

“Maker,” he whispers. “I ain’t never seen that much water, let alone covered like that.”

Din nods. Silence descends like the falling flowers as he lets Cobb explore the area, throw more stones into the lake, and watch how the petals shift on the lake.

Suddenly Din is reminded of something his buir taught him, back before the covert had relocated to Nevarro, when they were on a grassy planet with what felt like a million lakes.

He looks down at the shoreline and it doesn’t take long to find what he’s looking for.

“Cobb!” His head snaps up, rock slipping from his fingers to crash near his feet. Din bites back the smile on his face as he says, “Watch this.”

He crouches down, curls his finger around the flat rock in his hand, and lets it go. It skips twice on the water before disappearing. Cobb crows in delight at the first skip, eyes glued to its movements.

“What kind of Mando training lets you do that?”

“That’s not Mandalorian training,” Din says, helmet already tilted to find another rock. “Besides, that was shit. I can get nine skips on a good day.”

“Bantha shit,” Cobb says and Din looks up and sees a smile that looks like a challenge.

“Well, with the flowers in the way-”

“No, no, no backpedaling now,” he points a determined finger in Din’s direction. “You promised me nine skips, I want to see it.”

“Alright,” he says, stooping down to really start looking for the perfect rock. He pulls off his gloves in the process, sticking them in his belt.

He stands up with a couple of decently flat rocks. He weighs the first in his hand, before dipping low and letting it fly. It gets five skips before slipping underneath the surface. Cobb lets out a low whistle.

“Here,” he says, handing a stone to the other man. “Try it.”

Cobb hesitates only for a moment before taking the stone, fingers brushing. Din coaches him through the movements, shaping his fingers around the stone, showing him how to get the right angle by crouching down low.

Cobb’s eyes never leave his hands, but his first throw sinks like a rock. Din gets a good six skips.

“Try again,” Din says, already handing Cobb a new rock before he can let loose the expletive he knows is behind his tongue.

The sun is low in the sky, casting a warm red light over them by the time Cobb can skip the stone more than once and Din can get a stone to skim the water ten times before going under. The look Cobb gave him when he finally got a stone to skip once is one Din knows he’ll remember for a while.

The walk back is quiet, both men exhausted after a long day. Was it just this morning that he and Cobb flushed out a group of slavers? Can a day feel so long and yet so short?

What if he has more days like this?

He shakes his head as the ramp to the ship lowers. They’re friends, that’s all. He’s not about to mess up a good thing, one of the rare good things he’s managed to hold onto since giving up Grogu.

He’s about to step up when he feels a hand on his arm. He stops and turns to face Cobb, who looks so earnest in the light of the setting sun, it hurts.

“Din, thank you.”

“It’s no-”

“No, really. Thank you, for all of this. I never… I used to dream about leaving Tatooine as a younger man, but I-I could never think of anything like this.”

Din nods, because if he tries to clear his now dry throat, tries to string two words together, he’s going to regret it. He’s going to say something like “stay with me” or “can I go home with you” conversations that will end in disaster.

Or at least, that’s what Din tells himself as he watches Cobb walk into the ship. Din lets out a steady breath before following.

Take off goes smoother this time, Cobb being more prepared for the feelings and sounds. This time, Cobb breaks his gaze from space to ask about the ship, how it functions and its name.

Space travel has never felt so fast. It feels like the next minute he’s bringing the ship down onto the familiar yellow sands of Tatooine.

The ramp of the  Mudhorn  lowers, a small puff of sand kicks up. Neither man moves.

“Well, until next time, Marshal.”

“Of course, don’t be a stranger. And thank you, again.”

But still, neither one of them moves. Din’s about to ask if something’s wrong when Cobb steps close.

“Please don’t tell me I’m reading this wrong.”

Before Din can ask, Cobb reaches for his hand, bringing it up to his mouth so fast it looks more like he’s punching himself with Din’s fist rather than kissing his knuckles. Cobb pulls back just as quickly, back ramrod straight as he takes Din in.

“Don’t feel obligated-”

“I’m not-Maker, you are dense sometimes, aren’t ya?” Din’s about to contest that but Cobb keeps going. “I’ve damn near been in love with ya since you flew out of that dragon’s mouth! Your visits make my month and I… I wouldn’t be opposed if they weren’t always for business.”

“Cobb-”

He makes to pull back. “If I misread the situation, then my apologies, but-”

Din squeezes tight on his hand. “You didn’t.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I… I don’t show just everyone planets full of flowers.”

Cobb breaks into a grin. “Well next time you take me out on a date, let me know it’s a date so I can get dressed up.”

Next time . Din likes the sound of that.

“It’s a date.”

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[seokiloquy]

Wood of Nine - Suna Rintarou

AU: Mythical Hybrid (?)

Requested

Tags/Warnings: GN!Reader, uhhhhh nothing else?

Word Count: 2.4K

The men scattered, running in different directions, slight screams escaping their mouths as they sprinted away. One tripped over a root, abandoned by his friends and scrambled to his feet to follow their retreating steps.

Tall trees surround every visible stretch of land, reaching so high that it turned the sky green. The forest floor was uneven, rock and moss-covered with no discernable beaten path.

You sighed, watching the last man flee with a horrified scream of "nine" echoing behind him.

With a pinched brow, your eyes followed him through the dense trees until you couldn’t see him any longer before looking at your claws hands, nails sharp and ready for action after an unknown amount of time spent waiting.

"Nine?" You muttered, feeling your single white tail whip behind you in a swaying motion.

You had opened your eyes that morning to light chirps and rustling leaves, a welcoming atmosphere to most had you not realized that you were sitting in a dark wooden crate in the middle of nowhere. It was a quick, unwelcome conclusion that you had come to.

They shipped you off.

After years of worship and praise, people on their knees in your presence, feeding you, caring for you as they wished for good luck and fortune. Years of care for your small group of people, and they shipped you off in your sleep.

You looked up from your hands and picked your claws at the bark of a tree, wincing at the feeling of the hardwood lifting the sharpened nail from your skin. A huff pushed its way out of your chest and you bent your knees to sit back down onto the collapsed wooden crate that you were provided. You delicately patted the lightweight clothes that you had been dressed in, picking at loose threads and groaning at the poor quality.

As the sky turned dark and the air became cold, you continued to sit, back straight and chin held up as you watched the once dull now bioluminescent plants and creatures appear around you. The sight, though new and fascinating to your sheltered eyes, didn't keep you from leaving the wooden floor you sat on.

The fluffy, well-groomed ears that sat atop your head twitched with every crack and scuff you heard in the trees. You trail unconsciously moved to wrap around your side and onto your lap, where you twisted the fire between the pads of your fingers.

A sudden growl from behind you sent shivers up your spine, joining the cold air in challenging your will. Every muscle in your body tightened, making you vibrate slightly as you shut your eyes. You gripped the ends of your tail tightly as you sat still, breaths slowly accelerating. You flinched slightly as a wet, rough textured pad hitting the back of your neck, puffing out warm air before creating audible sniffs.

You listened as the creature slowly made its way around you, clawed paws clicking against the hardwood that you sat on. When you heard it’s fur fit the wooden plate, you squinted an eye open, catching sight of its proud figure sitting before you.

“Beast. What do you want?”

Wide back eyes stared directly into you, much more still than you could force yourself to be in that moment. The unfamiliar creature let out a gentle chuff and bob it’s head in your direction. 

“I apologize, but I don’t understand.” You watched the creature’s orange fur ruffled with the light breeze and it closed its eyes for a moment before staring back at you. Your tail twitched. “Well, may I ask for your purpose here?”

You waited for it to speak, give you well wishes and kind recognitions, maybe lick at your claws. It sat for a moment, before getting on all fours and walking behind you. You closed your eyes at the action, sighing, and remaining still in your makeshift seat.

You heard a growl, quickly followed by a choking hold pulling at the back of your ratty tunic. You sputtered, gasping in a gulp of air, and rose to your feet to see the black-tipped eared creature staring back at you.

“Ah, I see. You didn’t need to pull on me like a kit.”

The creature chuffed again, scoffing as it began to walk off it’s black dipped paws into the forest. You bit your tongue and scrunched your nose as you followed it deeper into the glowing woods. 

Moss squished underneath your toes and the hard texture of fallen branches and pebbles dug into the soft pads of your feet. The creature was more elegant, prancing over each piece element a few steps ahead of you as you slowly stumbled behind. You tripped, wincing as you massaged your overworked food, only to look up and find the creature burrowing itself into a small cave opening. 

You shivered as a warm breeze grazed over your shoulder. “Hey, don’t leave me behind.”

“Don’t mind her, little lagopus. She has to care for her young.” The warm air on your neck moved quicker. 

Shoulder’s hiking up, you stepped forward and spun around on a piece of soft moss. The man rose from his slight hunch, angling his head down to show you the sharp features of his face in the dim plant-light. He wore a dead expression, brow relaxed and eyelids drooped. His mouth created a shallow triangle whose points traced an invisible line to the sharp angles of his jaw. On the line of his cheekbones leading to the tip of his nose was discolouration, creating a slightly darker shade on the upper half of his face like a mask, which easily blended into his hair that swooped up into gentle points on the sides of his head that nearly made his straight furred ears blend in.

His arms around his torso to his back, where he easily lead your attention off of the draping curves of his beautifully stitched robe to the long collection of grey tails with white tips and hints of orange.

You could feel the strain in your forehead as your eyebrows tried to meet your hairline. “Nine,” you whispered, echoing the screams you heard.

His brow twitched upward and his head tilted, tails flicking curiously “You’ve heard of me? That’s surprising considering your sheltered upbringing.”

“Only in passing, only today. Upbringing?”

“Protected by the company of those filthy humans of course.”

He dropped his hands to his side before raising them up, placing one long-fingered hand onto your shoulder and the other gesturing to a small, human-shaped opening in the side of a grotesquely large tree.

“I wouldn’t say filthy, I was worshipped. Why is that tree so wide? And tall?”

“It’s in the centre of the forest. I requested for you to be sent directly here, but those humans were too fearful I’m afraid. Come in, I’ll make tea.” He gestured you through the wooden door, closing it behind him as he entered. “And as for being worshipped, they thought you a pompous feline.”

The inside of the tree was hollowed out, the same glowing plants from outside decorated the ceiling to light up the open space. You noticed a carved out staircase across from the entrance, at the back, between the kitchen and what appeared to be a mixture of a workshop, study and lounge with a variety of trinkets scattered around. 

The nine-tailed man nodded to a seat for you to occupy as he fiddled with some flint in his hands.

“Feline? You say that as if they made an incorrect assessment.”

“I am,” he said, spinning on the heel of his calloused foot, two cups of tea in hand. “But feel free to try and prove me wrong. Though I’m sure their readiness to throw you out was proof enough.” A small fang peeked out from under his top lip at the slightest twitch of visible emotion. 

“Alright. I’m no cat. Then what am I?”

“Vulpes of course, lagopus no less.”

You took the mug from his hand, claw gently dragging against the back of it. He reciprocated by teasingly flicking the rim with his own. It was warm, much warmer than the cold outside air. You felt yourself warming up as you took a sip. “Enlighten me. What is that and how did they figure it out?”

“A white fox. How they figured it out though, I’m not sure. I was told by an excited pair of travellers that the nearby village was planning to eliminate their deity. Couldn’t let that happen, now could I?” He sipped on his tea, leaning his elbows on the table as he sat across from you.

You set your mug down, a rod shooting through to your spine as you looked into his golden eyes. “Eliminate? That’s typically a kind way to say execute, murder.”

“That it is. I chose not to risk it and asked those kind travellers to use their crows to deliver a letter for me. It was kind of them to offer their service.” He took a deep breath in. “Not that they had a choice, they are walking through my forest after all.”

You studied his calculated movements, sipping on your tea. “May I ask your name, forest owner?”

He huffed through his nose in a silent chuckle. “Rintarou, last of Suna. And yours?”

“(Y/N), only. No surname was given to me. But Suna? No wonder you’re in charge of the forest, your whole lineage is made up of protectors, the reliable.”

Suna hummed, “And how are you aware of that information when you seem so oblivious to everything else.”

“I read it in a book once. Well, a small girl read it to me.”

“To you.”

“You should know that cats are seen as cunning and wise to humans. They never let me read, or even learn how to. They thought I knew everything there was to know. I suppose that led them to find out that I was not a feline, like we all believed I was,” you yawned, setting the nearly empty cup on the table. “What we all thought I was.”

Suna peered out one of his hollow windows to the darkness outside his home. “It’s rather late. I have a second cot for you to use. Let’s head upstairs.” He watched as you took a final gulp of tea before setting both mugs to the side of his kitchen counter.

The solid steps didn’t creak as he led you up them, before walking into the similarly sized room and giving you the chance to observe it all. The cots, that he has quickly gone to tidying, were pushed against one wall, pillows next to each other as the foot of them pointed in opposite directions. On the opposite end of the room, similar to the one below, was what seemed to be a round space, tall shelves lining the walls with well-handled books filling each open space.

You walked over, eyes skimming over the letters on the spines as you tried to make out their titles.

“I can teach you. To read that is. A lot of those books are informative, but quite a few are of fictional variety if you so please in the future.”

You looked over your shoulder, seeing Suna look up at you in question as he sat down on what you assumed to be his cot. Giving one last glance to the books, you walked to the empty cot, pulling the blanket over your legs and setting your head on the fluffed pillow. Suna leaned, resting a hand above your pillow, on the floor, to carry his weight. You looked up at his glowing eyes.

“Would you be so kind to do that?”

“Of course. Now rest, it’s been a stressful day.”

With the rising sun came howls of anger and metal pots smashing together. You sat up from your cot, twisting around to see Suna’s empty bed left with an unkept blanket crumpled to the side. You yawned, tail flicking as you stretched before your twitching ears picked up on the ruckus outside. You crawled to the window, squinting as the sunlight tried to burn into your eyes.

“Bring the fowl beast out!” the crowd jeered. 

You caught a glance and Suna’s slouched figure standing a few metres before the door, hands raised in a sort of mock surrender. As your eyes began to adjust and the blood began running through your ears in waves you started to put together the familiar faces in the crowd. You strangled a gasp before ducking beneath the window sill.

“Now, now. No reason to start a riot. That beast you speak of is no longer here, it was a very big meal I must say, but if you start acting up I might be so inclined to make room in my stomach for more.”

The crowd seemed to choke.

“So, if that sways you, would you be so kind to remove that blade away from my neck? It’s rusty and clashes with my fur.”

You sit silently, legs pulled as close to your chest as you were able, with your clawed hands over your mouth.

A man’s voice cracked through the silence, “Meal? You expect us to believe you ate your own kind? Preposterous!”

The lilt that poured from Suna’s voice made the smirk he wore paint the air. “What’s preposterous is that you wouldn’t believe a beast to do such a thing.” There was silence. “I suggest you run now. This is my forest after all.”

As soon as his voice stopped, a chorus of growls began to erupt from the hidden corners of the forest. You rolled onto your knees to take a look, just in time to catch the horrified faces your old people wore before they ran away, screams of ‘nine’ following them.

Suna was quick to enter his home again, greeted with an amused chuckle coming down the stairs.

“Hmm human flesh, how delectable,” you crooned before falling into another laugh, tail swishing and ears pinned back.

“Be careful there Lagopus, I still haven’t had much in terms of lunch.” He paced towards his kitchen. “Care to join me?”

You sat on the same wooden chair from the night before. “So long as I am not on the plate, yes.”

….At some point while writing this, Suna reminded me of Shrek…. I’m sorry - Bacon

Posted: 20/12/2020

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[livesincerely]

you render me in a thousand details

Also on Ao3

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“Hey, Davey, can you grab me another can of paint outta the closet?”

Davey looks up at the sound of Jack’s voice. The man in question is perched precariously on top of a ladder, the latest backdrop for Ms. Medda’s new show set up in front of him

He places the book he’d been reading while Jack worked to the side. “What is it I’m looking for?” Davey asks, clambering to his feet.

Jack’s head turns in his direction but he doesn’t take his eyes off his painting, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he carefully adds a series of fluffy white clouds to a cheerful skyline. “The extras should be just inside the closet on the right⁠—I need the dented can with the red stripe on the lid.”

Davey makes his way over to the tiny supply cupboard that Jack has claimed as his art closet. It’s a floor-to-ceiling collection of paint cans, canvases, brushes, and other supplies, and it never fails to amuse Davey how Jack can take one look at the mess and immediately unearth whatever item he needs for a particular project. Most of it belongs to the theater⁠—requested by Jack but paid for by Ms. Medda⁠—but Davey knows that Jack sometimes stores his personal pieces and supplies in there as well, if only to keep them safe from the daily mayhem of the Lodging House.

He reaches for the pull chain and a lone light bulb flickers to life. Davey takes a couple of tentative steps, squinting his eyes against the dust in the air as he scans the shelves for the can Jack had asked for, then lets out a squawk as he immediately trips over an unopened box of paint thinner.

His elbow knocks against something as he fumbles for balance and there’s a loud thunk and the flutter of paper as he sends a sketchbook full of drawings careening to the floor. Davey lets out a quiet curse, crouching down to pick up the scattered pages and tuck them back into place. 

His movements slow as he suddenly understands what he’s looking at⁠—what he’s discovered. Because this is one of Jack’s sketchbooks, but it’s not one that Davey’s ever seen before. And the drawings inside...

Dazed, Davey wanders back into the larger room.

Jack glances back at him, one eyebrow raised. “What, did ya get lost in there? What took so long?”

Davey swallows. When he finds his voice, it comes out tremulous. “Jack, what is this?”

“What is what?” Jack wipes his hands on a spare rag, then comes over for a closer look. He gets within a couple feet of Davey, then staggers to a stop, his face going alarmingly pale. “Where did you get that?”

“I, uh, I knocked it off the shelf by accident,” Davey says. “Why do you have⁠⁠— What is this?”

Jack lurches forward as if to snatch the sketchbook away from him, but stops himself mid reach—like he can’t bring himself to actually tear the pages out of Davey’s hands. He paces in place for a moment, then takes a step back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What, that?” Jack says, and it’d be a passable attempt at nonchalance if not for the nervous waiver in his voice. “That’s nothing, really. Just practice sketches, and, uh, doodles and stuff.”

Davey looks at him. Then he carefully opens the sketchbook to the first page. There’s an inhaled breath, the tiniest twitch of the hand, but Jack makes no move to stop him and Davey takes that as permission.

He’s quiet as he flips through the assortment of pages. Or maybe it’s that he’s stunned into silence. 

There are all types of drawings. Some are only outlines, vague sketches with just enough detail to be identifiable. Others are fully-worked—entire pages of careful shading and texture and blending. He’d caught a few glimpses in the dim light of the closet, and this closer look only confirms his suspicion: these are all drawings of Davey.

There’s one of him from the other day, where he’d gotten caught in a storm and came back to the Lodging House sopping wet, his clothes dripping and his hair curling up at the ends from the rain. There’s another of him on his building’s fire escape, hands curled around the railing and head tilted towards the stars. There’s a series of drawings that are just of his eyes, all done in various shades of blue and in a couple of different mediums, which are the only bursts of color in any of the drawings so far. Davey asleep at the table in the mess hall with his head pillowed in his arms, a pencil starting to slip from his fingers. Davey sitting on the corner of Jack’s desk at Pulitzer’s, studying his latest political cartoon. Davey with the other Newsies, their bodies drawn in hazy silhouette, Davey standing at various street corners, hawking newspapers to faceless passersby.

A few of the scenes depicted are things Davey recognizes, distinct instances that he can place in his memory. Others are more nebulous, ordinary moments in an ordinary life. He turns to a new page, this time finding a sketch of him reading an unlabeled novel, curled up in the corner of one of the dorm beds. Davey frowns, a little perplexed. Although it’s beautiful, as all of Jack’s artwork is, he can’t begin to imagine what inspired Jack to draw this particular scene. He’s not even really doing anything in it⁠—it’s just Davey being Davey.

He turns to another page and his breath catches in his throat.

It’s a drawing of him⁠ caught mid-laugh with his head thrown back⁠, the morning sun shining brightly behind him and a slew of crisscrossing lines in the background⁠. Davey recognizes it as a moment from a couple weeks ago, when he and Jack had made the trek across the Brooklyn Bridge for a meeting with Spot. 

Davey traces a finger gently along the broad strokes of charcoal. Jack had remembered this moment, had kept the image in his mind until he’d had a chance to commit it to paper, then rendered it in astounding detail. And Davey’s no artist, but even he can tell that this drawing must have taken Jack hours. Days even.

“This is what you think of me?” The question falls out of his mouth, so unexpected that not even Davey had realized he was about to ask it. “This is how you see me?”

“Whaddya mean?” Jack responds, shifting uneasily, his voice a little gruff in his discomfort. “‘S how you look.”

“Jack…” Davey trails off helplessly, unable to elaborate, unable to explain the fragile hope that’s blooming in his chest. He starts flipping through the pages again.

It’s a wash of ink and charcoal and lead, the occasional flash of blue, but all of him. Davey pauses on one particular page, which features a drawing of him from the shoulders up with his eyes rendered in vivid color.

Colored pencils are expensive. Paint even more so. Davey imagines Jack in an art shop, imagines him hunting through the rows of supplies for just the right shade of blue with the same determination that made him start up a strike, deciding that this color is worth handing over some precious amount of his hard-earned paycheck… Davey’s heart starts beating frantically in his ears.

“These are beautiful,” Davey whispers hoarsely. “The way you’ve drawn me… you’ve made me look beautiful.”

Jack’s eyes dart here and there. Davey gets the sense that he’s looking for the ‘right’ way to respond to this statement.

“...I don’t hafta make you look beautiful, Davey,” Jack eventually says, scrubbing a hand along the back of his neck. “You already are⁠—I just draw what I see.”

Davey calmly sets the sketchbook down on the nearest bit of clean, flat surface. Then he steps forward, grabs Jack by the straps of his paint smock, and kisses him.

There’s a split-second where Jack freezes, startled. Then he groans somewhere deep in his chest, wrapping his arms around Davey’s waist to draw him even closer, and the press of his lips against Davey’s is deep and soft and wonderful.

It’s Jack who pulls away first, moving back all of a hair’s breadth, his eyes flitting across Davey’s face like he’s savoring every detail of his expression⁠⁠—like he’s perfectly content to just look at him.

It’s only now that Davey realizes the significance of that gaze: Jack looks at him like he can’t believe his eyes, like he’s something out of his wildest dreams, and he cups Davey’s face between his hands with aching tenderness, like he’s something to be cherished. Davey can only press up into that embrace, can only hold Jack close and hope that he understands, that Jack sees the emotion in his eyes the way he sees so much of Davey’s everything. 

But there’s one question he needs answered. “Why?”

Jack leans in and presses a kiss to Davey’s temple. “It’s just… you have so much to you, Davey. No drawin’ could ever be all of you. But that didn’t stop me from tryin’.”

A kiss on the high point of his cheek. “And once I got started, I couldn’t stop. I would see you sittin’ somewhere, anywhere, laughing or sleeping or shouting and⁠— and you just buzz behind my eyes and I can’t get it to stop unless I grab a pen and some paper and sketch out whatever picture of you I got in my head.”

A kiss right at the corner of Davey’s mouth. “And I couldn’t never show ‘em to nobody, couldn’t risk anyone seeing ‘cause there’s too much of my heart in ‘em and I couldn’t⁠—”

Davey lifts up and kisses him again: slowly, reverently. He whispers into the seam of Jack’s lips, “I love you too.”

#newsies #javid #Jack Kelly #davey jacobs #*the writing desk #*editor's note #*final cut #this is so soft y’all #self-indulgent fluff for the win #(and now back to the smut...) #;)

[ironmansuuucks]

Fifty Shades of Tired

dewey finn x reader 

heyyyoo, me and the wonderful @thewolfisapartofmysoul​ have once again collabed to give you this sweet, fluffy dewey finn x dreader and we hope you love it so much - it’s soft and easy going and is about heading to the beach one a wind with our sweet boy - lotsa love xxx

moodboard by the amazing @thewolfisapartofmysoul​ 🧡🧡

It was a windy sunday and you woke up this morning in your favorite way... by Dewey's lulling voice and the feeling of his arms pulling you closer into him. When you stirred awake in his embrace his sleepy, hoarse voice hummed in your hair: "The wind is howling sweety... you know what that means..." 

 You smiled instantly, bolting upright and threw the cosy covers off you. You bounced up to face Dewey and squealed: "Ocean-time?!!" 

 Dewey let out a low chuckle at your excited behaviour and tried to wipe away the sleep of his face. 

 You bounced over the bed towards him and launched yourself on him enthusiastically. You ruffled his hair happily and pressed a quick kiss on his mouth. His scruff tickled against your face and he lazily tangled his hand in your messy bedhead. Trying to ground your bouncing for a bit.

 He sleepily lulled against your lips: "Yeah... sweetheart... i meant ocean time..."

 You squealed happily and Dewey couldn't hold back a dopey grin. Seeing his girl so happy made him happy too.

 You loved the ocean. Absolutely loved it. He tried to continue mumbling and threw his arms around your waist again: "...Five more minutes of cuddling?”

 As excited as you were... you knew Dewey would need a bit of time to start the day. He was the complete opposite of you in that aspect. But... you couldn't say no to sleepy-Sunday-cuddles. No matter how excited you were. 

You pressed a kiss on his scruffy cheek and snuggled closer into his body heat under the covers. His hand lazily stroke your hair and you heard his breathing even out again. You nuzzled your nose in the crook of his neck and watched the sleep take Dewey away. You kept your eyes on the clock. You loved cuddles... but you loved the ocean more. And it was calling you. 

 A cup of cinnamon-coffee and a 40 minute drive later the two of you came to your parking spot near the ocean. 

As soon as you jumped out of the van the wind just about swept you off of your feet. Your hair curling around your face dramatically and the icy breeze catching your fingers. But it all made up for it when you heard the aggressive sounding waves bounce off one another and the shore, and that sea salty smell you loved so much.

Dewey came around and met you at the front of the van. He was all bundled up with his hat and big jacket on as he rubbed his hands together to heat them up. It was chilly.

His big doughy brown eyes caught yours, then they wondered down to your jacket. He knitted his eyebrows before his hands came up and zipped up your jacket more to keep you warm. It’s the little gestures.

“thank you honey-dew” you smiled lovingly at him.

“can’t have my girl catching a cold”. He kissed your nose sweetly before taking your hand in his as you both plodded down to the shore.

Dewey knew how much you loved the beach. He didn’t understand it, but he knew. He knew how much you loved how the wind nipped at your nose and fingers, and how the sand and sea air made your hair feel textured, and just how you had some sort of calling to the water.

But you were drawn to it more than he knew. There was an unknown calling that drew you here. For some reason you felt the real purpose of life here. You feel it in the rise and crash of the waves, and in the sand under your feet. It reminded that you were alive. It was your utmost favourite place.

You breathed in deeply through your nose. Inhaling that salty familiar smell, it filing up your senses. “breathe it in Dew, isn’t it amazing”.

“I mean all I can taste is salt but sure” he chuckled, mesmerised by how at home you felt here.

Suddenly you were prancing in front of him, holding both of his hands and skipping backwards, your hair getting all caught in your face.

“let’s run”.

Dewey knitted his eyebrows and widened his eyes “run?!?!”.

You nodded eagerly and pulled his arms “c’mon”.

“baaabbbee nooo, its Sunday… I’m like.. fifty shades of tired right now” he groaned.

You started to run, dragging Dewey behind you behind you. He was holding down his hat with one hand and held your hand in the other, pulling him on.

It felt so good. The air brushing your face. It felt like the whole of mother nature was pushing against you, making your eyelashes dance, and your cheeks turn rosy in the cold.

But after a few seconds you stopped. It was Sunday morning after all and you both certainly were not in any kinda state to be running for miles, especially not after the bottle of wine you finished between one another the night before.

Dewey came crashing behind you, putting both of his arms around you and kind of spinning you, being silly. You giggled at the sudden attention, catching your breath a little.

“you are gonna be the death of me y/n, you know that?” he joked as he kissed your cheek multiple times.

You turned around in his embrace and flung your arms around his neck. “hmm yeah but you love it”. You kissed him quickly.

He closed his eyes and continued to kiss you.

“hmm yeah, I defo do love you”.

You pulled away quickly. Your eyes going wide.

Dewey looked at you with a confused expression. “what?”

See the thing was, neither of you had actually said the L word properly like that before. you often stayed over with one another and had done every other relationship thing under the book, but this was the only one missing.

You blinked a few times as a grin spread across your face.

Dewey shook his head a few times again in confusion. “wha- oooooh” he started to blush. His cheeks tinting a rosy red as he went all bashful.

“I.. I love you too Dewey” you grinned at him as your hand went up to cup his face lovingly.

You placed a gentle kiss on his lips as he squeezed you a little in excitement.

“you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that”. He beamed.

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