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hqbaby · 9 months

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four — not not serious

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.6k content. swearing, just a bunch of fluff

“I don’t get it,” Osamu says, face pulled into a frown. “Ya haven’t slept with ‘er yet?”

Atsumu kicks his brother in the stomach, eyes trained on the screen as he pulls the lead in Mario Kart. “Fuck yeah!” he cheers. “And, yeah, ya pig. Not everythin’s about sex y’know.”

“Ya fuckin’ cheated! That doesn’t count!”

“Yer just a sore loser.” It’s Atsumu’s turn to receive an elbow to the ribs. “Asshole!” he hisses, throwing the controller to the side when he still somehow finishes first. “Serves ya right.”

The twins both lean back into the couch, the adrenaline washing away. Atsumu adds another notch under his name on the tally they’ve been keeping of their wins and losses. The score so far is 3-12 in Osamu’s favor (but Atsumu swears he’ll beat him over the summer).

“Ya serious ‘bout the girl?”

Atsumu groans. His brother has been trying to know more about you for whatever nosy reason and he finds it nothing short of annoying. “What does it matter to ya, scrub?”

“Just wanna know if I’m gonna have t’make more food at Christmas, s’all,” Osamu says in faux innocence. “So? Is it serious?”

The golden-haired twin wrinkles his nose, the face he always makes when he’s in deep thought. “It’s not serious,” he says eventually, then adds, “But it’s not not serious.”

“Oh?”

“It’s… nice. She’s nice.”

Osamu snickers at the look on his brother’s face. He’s clearly more interested in this “nice” girl than he lets on. He already figured as much when his brother started being all quiet about it, because if there’s one thing he knows about Atsumu, it’s that he’s never quiet. So there’s bound to be something going on.

“When am I gonna get to meet her?”

“Fuck off."

“You look nice,” Kiyoko says, leaning against the door of your room. A smile plays on her lips as she watches you fix your hair in the mirror. “That dress in particular is really pretty. Where’d you get it?”

You give her a sheepish look, glancing down at the green ensemble that is definitely not yours. You wonder if she’s noticed the shoes yet. “All my clothes are dirty.”

She rolls her eyes fondly and makes her way over to her dresser. Opening a drawer, she produces a pair of earrings with a dainty flower motif and hands it to you. “Here,” she says. “It goes with the dress. And the shoes.”

You take the earrings and launch yourself at her, wrapping her in a tight embrace. “Thank you, thank you, I love you!”

“Sure, sure, whatever.” She chuckles. “Where’s your laundry? I can throw it in with mine.”

“I will marry you and have your children and serve you every day of my life.”

She ponders for a moment then says, “I’ll settle for cake.”

You nod earnestly, holding her hands in yours. “Whatever you say, my lord and savior.”

Your roommate helps you finish getting ready. She does your hair when you get stuck not knowing whether to put it up or down and tries to clear some of the mess you’ve made in your room. You swear she’s a saint. Why else would she be this great?

“What’s with all the date jitters?” she asks eventually as the two of you sort through the pile of clothes on her bed. At this point, you can barely tell who owns what.

“What do you mean?”

She gestures at you, drawing your attention to your appearance. “You never put this much effort into dates.”

Your mouth drops into an “O” as you shrug. “I don’t know,” you say. “‘Tsumu said he had something fun planned and to dress a little fancy. So here we are.”

“‘Tsumu, huh?” Kiyoko gives you a teasing look. “That’s been going on for a while.”

“Just three weeks,” you say. “Not even a month yet.”

“Yeah, but that’s like a lifetime for you,” she points out. “When was the last time you dated someone for that long?”

You frown. “I’ve been with Rin for like a year now.”

“That’s different though, isn’t it?”

You never thought about it really. You never thought of Suna as anything like a boyfriend, but you knew he wasn’t exactly just a friend either. It wasn’t even that you fooled around with him. There was always something more there, something deeper. A genuine care for one another at the very least.

You wonder if he thinks that too.

“Text,” Kiyoko says, passing your phone to you when it buzzes.

tsumu: am outside :D

“He’s here,” you tell her, putting your phone in your purse. You stand up and strike a ridiculous pose, one hand on the back of your head and the other on your hip, lips pouting. “How do I look?”

“So fuckable.”

“Thanks.” You grin, opening the door. “Love you! See you later!”

You find Atsumu at the entrance and he… looks nice. He’s ditched his usual clothes for a crisp white button-up and nice pants. Even his hair is styled a little better. Not that you ever thought that he looked bad, but he clearly made an effort today.

You realize you’ve been staring at him for so long that you haven’t even noticed that he’s been looking at you too. His eyes are wide as he gapes at your figure.

“Ya look…” He let out a little chuckle. “Yer beautiful.”

You feel your cheeks heat up as you look down at Kiyoko’s stolen shoes, unable to look him straight in the eye. Something inside you erupts. Well, that’s new, you think to yourself. What even is that?

“Thank you.” You smile at him. “You look great too, you know.”

Now it’s his turn to get all embarrassed. “Thanks.” He takes your hand in his and gently leads you closer to him. “Ready to go?”

You squeeze his hand. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The two of you make your way through the courtyard. It’s a nice summer day and people are out and about, talk and laughter filling the air around you. Some students have gone home to visit their families so it isn’t as crowded as usual, but more than a few of you are still on campus for the summer semester. Everything is warm and bright and perfect, like it can stay this way forever.

Atsumu leads you past the benches and the trees, taking a turn before you reach the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” you ask, expecting him to lead you to his car like he usually does and wondering why you went the other way.

He turns to you with a grin. “It’s a surprise.”

You end up walking into one of the buildings near your residence hall, the science building. It’s empty save for a few members of the maintenance staff mopping the floors and airing out the rooms. They don’t even look your way as Atsumu leads you up the stairs, all the way to the top of the building on the third floor.

Your brows furrow as he lets go of your hand and goes to push the door to the rooftop open. It’s usually locked (you know this because you and Oikawa once tried to sneak up there when you were wasted), but this time, it opens and Atsumu nods his head for you to step outside.

When you walk through the door, you’re met with the vast concrete expanse of the rooftop. Except it isn’t as empty as you expected it to be. In the middle of it, there’s a screen and a projector and a blanket and a bunch of pillows. You notice a basket lying nearby beside a cooler that looks like it’s been through a lot.

“What is this?” you ask, eyes fixed on the scene before you.

Atsumu shrugs, that boyish charm of his seeping through. “I wanted to do something nice.”

You peel your gaze away from the little theater on the rooftop and turn to look at him. “Something nice?”

His eyes go big, panic taking over him. Is it too much? Do you not like it? This probably wasn’t what you expected at all. He should’ve just taken you to a nice restaurant. He didn’t have to do all of this.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I didn’t tell ya ‘bout it. If ya don’t like it, we can just—”

Before he even realizes it, your lips are on his. He’s still gawking when you kiss him softly, deeply. It takes him a moment, but soon he’s kissing you back, his hands going to your waist and yours wrapping around his neck.

You pull back and he finds you smiling at him, all toothy and giddy like a kid in a candy store.

“I love it,” you tell him, pulling him into a hug. “Thank you.”

He leans down and kisses you again. “Don’t even mention it.”

When you separate, you’re still clinging to his hand as he shows you the whole set-up. In the basket, he reveals pizza from the place you kept telling him about, some popcorn, and a bunch of sweets. There’s a few cans of your favorite soda in the cooler and a tiny tub of ice cream (he tells you that he was supposed to get wine but his brother blew through their allowance for the week). You sit down on the blankets while you pick which food to eat first while he goes to set up the movie: Pulp Fiction, because you once swore he had to see it.

He sits down beside you and you give him that smile again, curling into his side. You turn to watch the movie as the sun sets around you, and Atsumu finds he can’t look away from your face. He notices the curve of your nose, the shape of your lips, the way your hair falls just right. He decides he could look at you forever and he’d never get bored, he’d always find something new and beautiful about you.

It’s not serious, he tells himself. But it’s not not serious either.

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babybinko · 5 months

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My second batch of venture bros genderbends are finally done! :D [first set here]

PLEASE LOOK UNDER THE CUT!!! I made all these nice drawings and doodles of them and I want people to see them without this post being super long! :') [My thoughts on the designs and doodles will be under the cut as well]

Okay NOW I'm going talk about my thought process on some of these:

Baby Rusty: I love the baby Rusty, the frilly socks and sleeves were a must. I actually drew her with the original set of genderbends but I turned off her layer and forgot about her 💀

Jonas Jr: not much to say about her, I tried to make her like Rosie the Riveter. Her little bandana has the Venture logo on it :)

Jonas Sr: I wanted her to be a hot bitch, her outfit is maybe a little scandalous for the time era they were in but I think it fits, canon Jonas is a whore. I think everybody would want her and that every celebrity, politician, and anybody with any power would chase after her so badly.

Blue Morpho: I made her so incredibly slay. I fucking love her outfit, I found the inspo for the outfit on Pinterest but I changed it up a bit. Also her gun has the bayonetta butterfly wings on it as a charm because I HAD TO.

Colonel Gentleman: Not a lot to say, I wanted to give her like horse riding esque boots and I gave her a purple flower cause she likes the ladies. I know generally WLW flowers are Violets and Lavender but I wanted to draw a rose so, Purple rose compromise <3

Dr.Boyfriend 2: With my last round Dr.Boyfriend was the only one people had complaints with. I think people wished he was more Masculine and I agree but if I switched up the design too much it wouldn't look like Dr.Girlfriend. I hope giving him armor and making him look like a knight helped him look more masc. I made the sheer wings cross over his chest to make it look like it was holding up the shoulder armor. Also his guild book is insanely high quality because I was procrastinating drawing his armor.

Goofy and Goober (Watch and Ward): I think they ended up really cute, I tried to make their hair colors close to Doc and Jacksons since I heard they are supposed to be like their "main" self inserts. With Ward I had a really specific idea for her hair, I kept thinking about this haircut from my sims and had to do it. It might be hard to see but her ponytail holders have skull charms on them. I also purposely gave them both some sort of ponytail hairstyle so they would match but be slightly different :) (They are absolutely prank calling or trolling their clients on that phone btw)

Shoreleave: OH MY GOD I LOVE SHORELEAVE. I kept turning her folder back on just to keep looking at her when I was drawing the other characters. She is so captivating to me, she looks so soft and human. I want to take a bite out of her thigh. My biggest inspo for her was Cammy from Street Fighter, I felt like her dressing a bit skimpy works for her since canon Shoreleave kinda does. The girls out for the girls.

Alchemist: I love her design so much too. I wanted her to look like some kind of nun or priestess. She looks like if a Zelda fire temple was a person. I kinda gave her like a weird little hime cut under the hood. Also I put the Triad logo on all three of their designs (+ Triana).

Jefferson: Had a lot of fun with her, I didnt change her design much from canon though so there's not much to say. I did give her more flared pants though. Drawing her hair was a really fun change of pace, I very rarely get to draw textured hair.

College Rusty and Monarch Drawing: I love this one, Monarch turned out so hot dude. You can tell what character I like more LMFAO. I made rusty very obnoxious 80s while keeping the colors of the original college rusty outfit. Monarch kind of looks like postal dude but its fine because shes slay.

Hereditary Venture Family Dinner Drawing: This was one of the first drawings I started but the second to last one I finished. I wanted to draw the family doing something together but I think I really truly just wanted to draw Dermott again. 😭 Nobody has said anything if they noticed but I did give hatred the shirt from these edits. (I believe the one on the left is from reddit and the one on the right is by SquashFold on Twitter)

Dermott piercing Dean's ears drawing: Even though its messy its in the top 3 favorites I did, It was also the last one I did. I just love the idea of Dermott giving goth Dean at home ear piercings. At first I didn't know if I wanted to make Dermott giving her piercings at the mall where she works or at home but the mall idea was too much work for a last minute sketch. Dermott is so mean older sister who shoplifts and works at the mall.

Drug bathroom drawing: Another one of my favorites, its based off a specific deleted scene from Invisible Hand of Fate where Pete and Rusty talk at the bar but Pete comes out of the bathroom sniffling at the start. I love the way I drew Pete pushing the hair out of her face and both of their expressions.

Bdsm 21 drawing: Okay first of all, The little devil Monarch was so cute I was screaming, crying, and throwing up while drawing her. I fucking love her, shes the smallest part of the image but my favorite. I also am quite fond of the bdsm 21.

Quizgirls Pete and Billy: I tried looking up Vanna White dresses to base Pete's outfit off of but I couldn't find one that Pete would actually wear so I just had to make shit up. Billy's design is really basic but the bow in her hair is actually from one of my rejected main Billy genderbends.

Me and The Bestie: I put a lot of effort into this one for no reason. Literally the moment I saw Jonas in the problem machine I thought he should be made of like blue slime. When I was working on this I kept thinking about Momopatchi's Hatsune Microbe drawing so this Jonas was definitely inspired by that. I gave Jonas makeup because she was having a party movie night on gargantua and I felt like she would still have makeup on thats like completely fucked up and deteriorating on her face after many many years. Vendata's outfit was partially based on Marguerite Chapman's from Flight to Mars, never seen it but I was looking up old sci-fi movie costumes to work with and I thought it would look good :)

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eshoeteric · 1 year

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🍓 style analysis: nana komatsu / hachi (NANA)

welcome to the first entry in my style analysis series- where i take a different fictional character for each entry and take a look at their fashion sense, as an exploration on how fashion plays a role in forming a character's personality & overall identity. in other words, it's a deep dive into the intersection of story & style. today we're starting off with nana komatsu (who we'll be affectionately referring to as hachi from here on out) from NANA, my favourite character from my favourite manga of all time.

NANA is a manga very near and dear to my heart. i could spend all day talking about why, but i'd say one of the biggest reasons is for how ai yazawa (the creator of NANA) uses fashion as a means of storytelling. in NANA, clothes are not just a typical character design element, but are instead a visual narrative tool used to convey a characters' personality, as well as to express their traits and feelings. today i've chosen hachi for the style analysis because i'm fascinated by the subtle changes to her style syncing with her character development over the course of the story. also, i think her style is just super cute. so let's get into it! (⚠ anime & manga spoilers ahead)

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overview

if i only had one word to describe hachi's style, i'd say feminine- think frills and lace details. she's all about babydoll silhouettes, pleated skirts, knit cardigans, ballet flats, and generally embodying shoujo fashion from the early 2000s with a good balance of cute and classy. hachi's fashion sensibilities lean more towards the modest side, as her dresses and skirts are usually around midi-length, and mini skirts are often paired with extra layers like tights or leggings underneath. it's a very good girl chic look, which fittingly leans in to her innocent personality. hachi is very stylish and clearly puts a lot of thought into picking her outfits everyday, as she's not afraid to occasionally experiment with different styles every & to use fashion as a key means of expressing herself.

in terms of colour palettes, hachi's wardrobe has a bit of everything- warm hues, earth tones, soft pastels, which all work together to capture the warmth and sweetness of her character. she's definitely more attuned to light colours than dark. this suits her personality better too, as light coloured clothing is said to convey feelings of friendship, fun, compassion, and approachability. fabric-wise, hachi likes to keep it light and airy with materials like chiffon and tulle; switching to warmer fabrics like cashmere and wool for cold weather, giving her outfits a vintage feel.

we can see that hachi pulls fashion inspiration from various aesthetics and fashion trends across different decades. she definitely incorporates her love for vintage fashion in her style, particularly with elements we've seen her wear before like mod dresses, neckerchiefs, pearl necklaces, long fleece trim coats, and brown platform boots. you can also see it in how some of the pieces she wears feels so unique, like a surprise gem you would find in a vintage boutique while thrifting. in dressier looks, hachi's girlish charm and allure is slightly reminiscient of 1960s it girls, like twiggy and sharon tate. she draws from a lot of 60s-inspired elements- the romantic parisienne style, and a bit of vintage preppy chic.

scarves and bandanas are a vintage essential as well as one of hachi's signature accessories. they have tons of versatile styling options, plus the potential to be dressed up or down. we've seen her wearing one scarf (exhibit A) multiple times over the series. the babushka scarf version has to be my favourite, it's very hepburn-esque, who i 100% i could picture hachi having a poster of in her childhood bedroom. i also think that having characters re-wear pieces we've seen before is generally just a cool subtle styling detail, which adds to the realism of NANA's 10/10 worldbuilding. the scarf's many appearances styled in different ways also goes to show how hachi enjoys being creative with her outfits, loves the pieces she owns and wants to get as much use out of them as possible.

hachi's style also incorporates a touch of influence from the kawaii lolita subculture, particularly modern offshoots like larme-kei. lolita is french rococco-inspired with a focus on cuteness, and has its origins in early 2000s harajuku street style- which is also where mori/kogyaru fashion originates from; hachi's go-to style during her high school years (see: her modified school uniform, miniskirts, fuzzy legwarmers). both of these movements were heavily pioneered by j-fashion magazines of the time like FRUITS, Olive, Larme & CUTiE, which were mainly popular with teenage girls and young women, and hachi is no exception. her fashion sense is also heavily inspired by famous japanese celebrities and style icons like risa nakamura.

if we had to really narrow it down, i think hachi's style can be best described by otome (lit: maiden) fashion. known as one of the predecessors of lolita fashion, this style was very popular among young girls in the 70s-80s and is heavily centered around embodying all things traditionally feminine. sweet, cute, girly, and romantic are all common descriptors of the style, which pulls influence from 60s mod fashion (which, as we've seen, has prevalent elements in hachi's style). think tons of layering, pattern mixing, longer hemlines, and mary janes/flats, all of which we frequently see in hachi's outfits. we also see that she takes elements from modern lolita fashion like frills, bows, ribbons, lace, tights & stockings, and incorporates them into her own personal style as more understated outfit details; making it more wearable on a daily basis while still being a tribute to one of her sources of style inspiration.

now that we've explored what makes hachi's personal style unique to her character, let's dig into how her style is influenced in relation to how the story progresses and how her character develops. and just for funsies, i'll also be styling a casual everyday outfit that i could picture hachi wearing for each story arc. let's go!

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i. art school

i'd describe hachi's style here as the most youthful, which makes sense considering she's freshly moved to tokyo to study at an art school. we see her sporting a face-framing pixie cut, which gives her look a bit of edge, but not too much as she still retains her signature soft girl style to balance it out. also, can i just say: super farmer's daughter vibes when paired with a bandana! jeans were having a moment too- during this era, hachi was often seen wearing a pair of bellbottom flares or baggy jeans, creating a casual and easygoing look which really leaned into the artsy college student fashion. this would also mesh well with her then-best friend junko's more bohemian/indie, woodstock-inspired hippie style. the short hair paired with her experimentation on androgynous silhouettes definitely accentuates her gamine facial features, lending to a cute boyish look.

all these style elements are in direct contrast with the hyperfeminine looks of her high school years, back when she'd opt for skirts over jeans and long, styled hair; showing how hachi underwent a pretty drastic style change whilst adapting to the new environment in tokyo. at the same time, it could also hint at hachi's approach to self-expression & using fashion as a coping mechanism to deal with major life changes. dressing more casually to blend in with the college crowd is one of many indicators on how easily influenced hachi can get, which is pretty on-brand behaviour for someone with a tendency to seek validation from others instead of oneself.

so let's get into the first look i've picked out for her: layers on layers on layers baby! for this outfit, i took a lot of inspiration from hachi's first day of class outfit. i tried to be consistent with her theme of 70s-inspired prints and silhouettes during this phase, but also wanted to incorporate a modern y2k touch since we know that younger hachi (before fully developing her unique & personal sense of style) is more of a trend chaser, and what could be more early 2000s than a blouse + dress + jeans combo? accessories-wise, i wanted to pick out unique-looking pieces that had a lot of charm, as i was really going for that 'flea market finds' vibe since she obviously wouldn't have been able to afford any designer yet on a college student budget. also please notice the gorgeous vintage floral print ballet flats- i was so excited when i found it, i thought it screamed hachi!! they look so comfortable to walk in on top of being cute, it's the perfect shoe to slip on for a long day of classes without sacrificing style.

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ii. apartment 707

during this time, we see hachi start to embrace feminine styles again. she lets her hair grow out and we see her back in skirts, dresses, and all things girly, which is why her otome fashion influences shine through most here. she wears tons of pieces in floral and polkadot print, as well as flowy babydoll tops which are very y2k-girl-next-door-reminiscient. we also see her starting to wear vivienne jewelry (the pearl choker, the dainty silver orb earrings), likely as a result of nana's influence (who she heavily admires and looks up to) & wanting to emulate her style. hachi's outfits here seem to have more colour and print, which i believe is reflective of her mental state here; happy, confident, and surrounded by support. good vibes all around, her environment at this time encourages her to take more risks in not just decision-making but also in her fashion choices.

in general, this era is where hachi seems to be getting a better hold on growing into her own personal style. she's still open to trying out different styles every now and then, but we can see there are some style elements that really stick and appear most often in her outfits. she's also seen here experimenting with all kinds of different hairstyles- french braids, pigtails, twin buns, the half-updo. to me, i think all of this signifies how hachi's style development runs parallel to her identity formation and how she grows as a person. at this point of the story, hachi believes she's finally found a place where she fits- within this ragtag but loving cast of unique characters.

so the second look was a little more of a challenge to work with- that's because hachi's style during this era doesn't subscribe to any one specific aesthetic or subculture, but more like a bit of everything, and her outfits can differ a lot between episodes. the goal here was to go for a casual daytime outfit, and i ended up super proud of the colour coordination in this one! i've styled hachi in a frilly vintage floral print chiffon slip dress that's almost reminiscent of the strawberry dress of 2020, but with unique details that give it much more character. i gave hachi a cream-toned vivienne crossbody purse, a scarf to balance out the salmon pink of the dress accents, styled as a neckerchief, some strawberry hair clips to match, and of course i had to include her much-spotted pearl orb necklace too. the highlight of this look are definitely the shoes, which are maison margiela tabi ballet flats- something i could 100% picture hachi wearing if NANA were set in the context of modern day fashion trends.

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iii. motherhood

as time passes, we also see how hachi's fashion sense has slightly evolved into a classier, more refined version. more adult, if you will. this occurs when hachi decides to move out from apartment 707 and starts getting serious with takumi. not only did her living situation change, but as did her lifestyle, and with that, her fashion sense too. her style here simplified and took on a more mature look. she started prioritizing function over form as she cut down on layering and accessorizing. she would also opt for longer, flowier silhouettes and comfortable styles, often wearing simple dresses or aprons over a basic shirt-skirt combo. i really like how the change in style here - which pulls a lot from the 50s-suburbia housewife trope (think frilly aprons, puffy dresses, flared skirts, modest hemlines) - feels like a sublte detail to show how hachi settles into her new role of motherhood, expressed via clothing choices.

as a whole, this period of her life signifies the drastic 180° change from spending carefree days of young adulthood, to taking on the role of mother/wife in a nuclear family unit. it's the most major life change she's ever had to experience at this point, and it's expected that her style evolves alongside this. she's seen wearing noticeably less patterns or colour during this time, which could hint at possibly representing her inner feelings- the bleakness of spending her days in a mostly-empty home, and the isolation of being separated from the friendships she once surrounded herself with daily. thankfully, we do eventually see her return to dressing fashionably again after the timeskip. however, it's extremely important not to gloss over this period of her life as it portrays how she must have felt having most of her agency taken away overnight, with her style being all she had left as a form of control.

so last but not least is the final outfit, which was tough styling as there was comparably less material to go off, but i based it on the few going-out looks we get to see hachi wear post-takumi. rolling with the 50s-inspired looks, i've styled her in a coral short-sleeve button down dress. for the outerwear i picked a long checkered overcoat, which nicely complements the dress in addition to being a going-out staple for classy ladies everywhere. since the outfit is mostly harsher silhouettes, i decided to keep the colour scheme light to balance it out. while i was going for 'stylish mature woman', i still wanted some youthful elements in there to maintain hachi's signature girlish look. i balanced it out by accessorizing with a headband (a prep chic essential) and dior saddle bag, both lime green for a pop of colour and contrast. and of course, i had to incorporate the iconic neckerchief too as it doesn't get any more vintage-looking than this. the final piece to tie it all together are a pair of classic miu miu ballet flats- chic and comfortable!

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final thoughts

all in all, hachi's fashion sense is super girly and sweet, which i'd say directly reflects on her character's personality. hachi is an outgoing girl who wears her heart on her sleeve and has a lot of love to give. she's warm and approachable, which she expresses through her clothing choices by embodying the cheerful, down-to-earth girl next door look. her bubbly style is youthful and fresh, which personality-wise is in character with hachi's innocence and willingness to trust others. this is shown through how much hachi cares deeply about her loved ones & often (unhealthily) prioritizes their feelings over her own. however, this naïveté unfortunately leaves her a lot more vulnerable to others seeking to exploit her emotional attention.

hachi's fashion evolution over the series shows how she uses fashion as a coping tool to help adjust to life changes, capturing her emotional growth and how she matures over the course of the story. the way that hachi's sense of style develops alongside her character is so realistic. her style development tells the story of a girl who finds herself and loses herself over and over again, frequently changing jobs and wardrobes in a constant struggle to find an identity to latch onto- until she does. hachi's style story is one of self-expression & identity formation; a story that speaks to all the young, unsure girls out there who see a bit of themselves in her, trying to figure out their place in a world in a world that often decides for them.

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lucy90712 · 11 months

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hi love💃 could write something with Jude Bellingham x girlfriend reader where she's out with her girlfriends and jude see her in a instagramm story talking to some guy. And he's just jelous and angry and calls reader like 20 times and goes to the club to get reader

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Since getting back from uni I have been getting ready to go out with my friends for a girls night as we haven't been out in so long. All of us have been so busy recently that we haven't been able to get together but finally we all have one night free and I'm so excited to go out and enjoy the night with them. I also haven't been out in forever so I decided to put a bit extra effort in as I wanted to feel good about myself as although I know that the way I look doesn't mean everything it's still nice to look good and feel good about myself. For the occasion I got a new dress which I have really been looking forward to wearing so of course I had to put on some makeup and do my hair to go with it. Usually I dress more casually with less makeup on but every now and then I like to go all out just to show that I can look as good as all those models on Instagram that want to take my boyfriend from me.

Just as I finished putting my makeup on the bedroom door opened to reveal Jude who had obviously just got home. He smiled at me so I got up to greet him but instead of giving me a hug and kissing me like he usually would I noticed him look me up and down and then meet my eyes with a look which only ever means one thing. To distract him I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading downstairs to grab my purse and shoes. Like clockwork Jude followed behind me like a shadow wanting me to give him a proper kiss and whining until I did so.

"Where are you going looking so gorgeous?" He asked

"I'm going out with my friends it's girls night remember which means that you can't come" I said

"Thats a shame I was hoping to see more of you looking like that but have fun you deserve it" he said

"You will see me later I don't plan to be out for too long" I said

"It's ok go and enjoy yourself but remember if anything happens call me" he said before giving me one last kiss

We said goodbye to each other as I left and got into the Uber that was waiting for me with all of my friends in it. Right away they gave me loads of compliments on my outfit and makeup which made me feel even better about myself than I did before. Until we got to the club we were all catching up on what has happened since we last saw each other which was a lot as between us we live pretty crazy lives. When we got to the club we split up with a few of us going to get drinks while the rest found somewhere to sit for a while. As we walked through the crowd I could feel eyes on me but it's something I've grown quite used to as people often like to take pictures or judge me wherever I go because of Jude. This time it did feel a little different though and I found myself pulling my dress down and covering my chest to draw less attention to myself.

Somehow after a while I ended up alone with some of my friends at the bar others in the bathroom and some on the dance floor. Usually I'm ok on my own but this time as soon as I was left alone a guy came over to try and talk to me but he left after I completely ignored him. A few more tried it before some of my friends came back which is when I was left alone or at least the attempts to flirt were less obvious. I have been in situations like these before but Jude has always been there to either tell these guys to stop or show them that I'm not single but this time I have to figure our what to do on my own.

I still wanted to enjoy my night so I chose not to let a bunch of drunk guys ruin it and got up to dance for a bit. Dancing isn't really my thing but when I'm out with friends I have learnt to forget about what I look like and just have fun. That's exactly what I was doing finally letting go of the stress I have been carry for the last few weeks and completely forgetting that anyone else was in the room until I felt a hand on my waist. When I turned around there was a guy stood behind me trying to get me to dance with him so I politely told him I didn't want to dance with him but he wasn't happy with that and insisted on talking to me in the middle of the dance floor.

Jude's POV

Sitting alone at home with a movie on was incredibly boring it would be made so much better if y/n was here but she's out with her friends having fun. She's been so busy recently that she definitely needed a night with her friends to just relax as I know she has been super stressed but that doesn't mean I don't miss her company. It doesn't help that she looked so beautiful when she left I just wanted to stare at her forever but I had to let her go and just hope that there aren't too many other guys staring at her tonight.

The movie was so boring that I picked my phone up out of habit to look at anything else going on. I was scrolling through my instagram and skipping through peoples stories until y/n's friends story popped up which I paid more attention to so I could see what they were doing. There was a few stories of them all dancing and having fun but it was the last one that caught my attention the most. It showed all of her friends dancing with y/n in the background talking to a guy who I could tell was into her from just the story. Seeing that made me feel really jealous as even though I completely trust y/n and know she wouldn’t cheat or even entertain the idea of another guy this guy was with her and I wasn't. He was getting to see her look so pretty while I was just at home which annoyed me and I couldn't stop myself from texting her just to check she was ok.

I sent a couple of texts to her which went unread so I called her a few times instead but she didn't pick up and they all went to her voicemail. I wanted to just forget about it and let her have fun but I had a nagging feeling in my mind that I needed to go and make sure she was ok. My mind was at war with itself as on one hand I wanted to go and make sure y/n was ok but on the other hand I know I need to let her have fun and that she can handle herself if she needed to. After going back and forth for a while I decided that I couldn't just sit there incase she was out wishing I was there to help her. I decided that I would go and check on her and if she was fine I would just leave and wait for her to come home.

Once I had decided I was going I wasted no time in heading upstairs to change and then grabbing my keys to get in the car. The drive to the club wasn't that long especially when you go a bit over the speed limit. As soon as I got there I parked the car in record time before jumping out and heading straight into the club ignoring anyone who recognised me and wanted to talk. Like every club there was loads of people in there but I fought my way through and found y/n stood to the side with some guy. I couldn't see his face but I could see hers and from a mile away you could tell she was uncomfortable which just made me angry as this guy clearly had no respect for her.

Your POV

Any shred of enjoyment at being out with my friends was gone by this point as I never got any time alone with them every two seconds a different guy was trying to flirt with me and it was getting annoying. After a while I stopped responding at all and just stood there wishing Jude was here as he would put them in their place as these guys might actually listen to him. This one guy that had been pretty persistent all night was stood probably trying to flirt with me but I wasn't listening I was just thinking about finally getting out of here and going home. As I was plotting my escape I saw Jude walking towards me and to start with I thought I was seeing things but as he got closer I realised he was actually here and I can't lie I was happy that he had crashed girls night. He came right over to me and put his arm around my waist to pull me into his side. He was staring down the guy in front of me and if looks could kill the guy would definitely be dead.

"Hey baby who is this?" Jude asked

"I don't know he just came over to talk me" I said

"I think the better question is who are you?" The guy asked

"I'm her boyfriend not that it should matter as she clearly didn't want to talk to you and you just couldn't get the hint" Jude said

"How about we go and have some fun now that you are here" I suggested to get us both out of this situation

Jude followed me away from the guy but instead of actually going to the dance floor I headed for the exit while texting my friends to let them know I was leaving. As we left he still had a tight grip on my hand which he was holding and I could tell he was tense so I tired to reassure him without actually saying anything. He led me to his car which wasn't parked too far from the club and we started driving back home in an uncomfortable silence.

"Is everything ok Jude?" I asked

"Everything's fine it's just I saw that guy with you in your friends story and I couldn't help but get jealous as you looked so good when you left that I didn't want other guys getting to stare at my girlfriend" he admitted

"Oh Jude you know that I don't care about any other guy so what if they stare at me I still come home to you everyday" I said

"And I'm the only one that gets to see you without that dress" he added

"See that's a better attitude" I laughed

After that Jude seemed happier and when we got home he carried me straight upstairs but instead of doing what I thought he would he helped me do my usual routine and then we got into bed to just cuddle. He held me tightly and just whispered how much he loved me in my ear until I fell asleep.

#jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagines

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mikeysw1fey · 9 months

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red looks good on you

pairing: vada cavell x female reader

warnings: drug use, alcohol consumption

a/n: vada is literally the cutest little person.

Bored. That’s how I felt being stuck at home on a Friday night with no dads, no sister and no fucking weed.

Of course it was my choice to not go to some dudes party that my twin, Mia, had decided to go to but I hate the party scene anyway, hormonal guys trying to pull you into a bedroom so they would get some stupid alone time, and crappy cheap beer. Not my type of fun time.

“Uhhh.” I groan and collapse onto the couch a simple cup of vodka in my hand. Taking a sip and trying my hardest not to make a face I check my phone to see Mias number flashing on my screen.

“Yeah?” I pick up the call and place it against my ear.

“Hey Y/N just letting you know Vadas staying tonight. We’ll be home in like twenty.” Mia’s voice is slurred slightly.

“Ok just get home safely.” I reply and I can hear the rolling of her eyes. “Just because your a minute and thirty seconds older doesn’t mean I’m a fetus. Relax.” She scoffs before hanging up.

I smile softly at her drunk bickering before leaning my head against the armrest of the couch. Vada. I may or may not have a tiny crush on the small brunette girl. Since the shooting her and Mia had become inseparable, and she had been at our house every day which is given me enough time to be somewhat smitten.

“Hellooo.” Mias voice echoes through the house as she bursts through the front door. “Living room.” I yell back taking another sip of my drink.

Mia appears first, hair disheveled and stance wobbly. But the person I was really looking at stood slightly behind Mias tall stature, Vada looked somewhat the same, her hair pulled up into a messy bun and her outfit stained with what looked like a variety of different alcohols.

“Hey Vads.” I smirk waving at the shorter girl who seems to blush slightly, an awkward hand rising to wave back. “We are going to shower. And then we will come find you for a drink partay.” Mia spins in a circle, almost tripping over her own feet as she giggles like a small child.

I roll my eyes at my sister who tugs on Vadas wrist pulling her up the stairs, my eyes following her tiny figure until they disappear.

As soon as they disappear my eyes widen. “Shit I forgot to ask Mia.” I slap my forehead and down the liquid in my cup (with disgust) before scrambling off the couch and up the stairs.

I think the drink had taken its effect slightly as I became oblivious to the shower running, and instead burst into Mias bedroom.

“Hey have you got any we-“ I trail off as Mia is no where to be found, instead a half naked Vada dressed only in shorts and a bra stands with flushed cheeks beside Mias bed.

“Oh shit sorry, I was just gonna ask if you guys had any weed.” I duck my head down and go to close the door when Vadas voice stops me.

“It’s in her dresser, and it’s ok. We are both girls anyway and I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share of girls in bras. Not saying that your a slut or anything because your not. Well you could be I don’t know. But like-“ Vada continues to ramble as I smirk, slowly opening the door again and trying not to let my eyes drift to her chest.

Shifting through Mias draw I finally find her stash while Vada continues to talk. “Vada. Honestly. Shut up.” I laugh watching her face go red. “Sorry, I ramble when I’m drunk or around hot people. Not saying that your hot. Well you are but like it’s different cause I’m also like kind of drunk.” She begins again and I chuckle at her rigid stance.

Moving slightly closer to the girl I raise an eyebrow. “So you think I’m hot?” I whisper. That causes Vada to shut up, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. I open my own mouth to speak again when Mias voice stops me.

“Oh my god. Stop hitting on Vada Y/N. And is that my weed?” She stalks over, dressed in only a towel and pushes me towards her door. “Give me my weed.” Her hand opens towards me palm flat as I stand at her door occasionally glancing over at Vada who remains red and frozen.

“Love you Mia.” I turn on my heel ignoring Mias curses as she slams her door closed. Holding the weed in one hand I head back to the living room and grab the rolling papers stashed in our cupboard.

…..

“Give it back. I swear to god Y/N. Or at least give us a hit.” Mia groans now fully dressed and standing over me as I tilt my head up at her batting my eyelashes innocently.

“You may have a hit.” I hold out the joint to her and she scoffs snatching it from my hands and placing it in her mouth. “Your infuriating.”

Mia inhales and gestures over to Vada who joins me on the couch, a safe distance between us causing me to feel slightly upset. “Here.” Mia hands the joint to Vada who inhales with a slight cough. “Right now I’m going to piss. Save me another puff.” Mia glares at me before heading back up the stairs.

“Here.” Vada passes me the joint blushing as our hands ghost over one another.

“Thanks.” I grin at her and inhale letting the high wash over me like a wave.

Vada remains silent for a moment and I can almost hear the gears in her head churning as she thinks of what to say next. Her eyes drift over to my face as she turns her body so it’s angled slightly further my way.

“You are hot by the way. Like just in case you didn’t understand what I meant earlier. Like your hot to everyone. Not just me. Not that I find you like hot in the ‘I like you’ way but like-“

My head turns to face Vada as she rambles her eyes finding a way to look at every other surface in the room but mine. I grin slightly before sighing. “Fuck it.”

With swift movements I cup Vadas face moving my lips to meet hers cutting off her ramble. Her eyes widen for a second before her lips begin to move against mine. A second passes before I pull back reality hitting me. “Oh shit. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that. I kinda just thought about doing it and it happened.” It’s my turn to ramble as Vada watches me with red cheeks.

Her hands find my my face, abruptly cutting off my rambling as she pulls me back to her lips. “I didn’t mind.” She smiles pulling back after another second.

I laugh relief flooding over my body as I lean my head against her shoulder. “Let me take you out? Like on a date yeah? So I can show you it’s not just the weed making me feel like this.” I look up at her to see her cheeks flushed as she nods.

“Red looks good on you.” I chuckle gently caressing her face.

She simply groans in embarrassment.

“Shut up asshole.”

I bite back a smile and place another kiss on her lips.

“So this Tuesday. Me and you. On a date.” I whisper.

“Sounds like a plan.”

#wlw post #lesbian #jenna ortega #fluff #vada cavell #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell x female reader #maddie ziegler #mia reed #jenna ortega x reader

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simpinberry · 1 year

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for my mental health i need hcs of bella ramsey x fem or gn reader with words of affirmation love language ‼️‼️

hi guys i’m back to feed you some more bella content ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ hope i did this right and that u guys like it :) also tysm for the requests

listen listen!!! after taking a shower she would 100% leave sweet compliments on the foggy mirror for u to read. will add ‘kiss your s/o’ to your to do lists.

will text/send photos of random things that reminds you of her throughout the day. she does this especially when she’s on set and you guys can’t talk much. they have your favorite snack there? sends u a photo and tells u theyre thinking of u. lots of i miss yous, love yous and that she can’t wait to be home to see u again. “text me abt what you get up to today babe” “pedro is making fun of me because i’m apparently such a simp for you, he is absolutely, in every way, correct ;).” “i saw a butterfly today n it reminded me of the pretty tattoo you have”

will watch u like the weirdo she is when you’re getting ready in the morning. sneaks up behind u and repeatedly attacks ur face with kisses. “i have the most beautiful gf in the world” “omg i love this purple eyeliner on you, it rlly suits you” “your curls look really defined today, the new conditioner you got is so good!! my beautiful bby”

is the type to whisper compliments in between kisses. yk like corny spelling out of i love you in between pecks? yep, does that. “i really really like you” “my darling” “mine” “you’re so cute” in between kisses hehehe.

spam texts you when you send/post a photo. in your dms/comment section screechingggg!! my mans is DOWN BADDD. needs and loves to comment “first” on ur posts. they actually make up most of ur comment section. “BABE IM DYING YOURE TOO BEAUTIFUL” “so glad we’ve advanced technology so i can stare at this photo 4life if i want to” “you+this dress= my death”

randomly tweets a photo of you, captioning it “this is my darling, be jealous, gn”

very validating when you’re upset and talks you through it. thanks you for speaking up and communicating abt anything that’s been bothering you. SPILLS THE TEA WITH YOUUU. you have a co worker you hate? she hates them too. listen to me when i say she is on ur side, she is shocked and they’ll even remember stuff you’ve previously told them to add to the fire. best bf frr “thank you for telling me babe, i’ll really keep it in mind next time, i’m so sorry for hurting your feelings like that” “it sounds like it’s been difficult for you to complete (insert task) you’ve been working through it so well :)” “he said what??? yeah like he’s one to talk, go go! continue tell me more i’m invested” “babe you’re honestly so right, this is why i always listen to u”

definitely acknowledges you so so much when you accomplish something. will go on about how proud they are of you, how well you’ve done and how wonderful it is. big or small, bellas on her way to pour her heart out to you. would be unbelievably encouraging throughout the process too, telling you to keep going and trust the progress. “you’ve got this babe, go on :))” “that drawing is absolutely amazing, you’re so talented omg look at the details” “you submitted your assignment?? ahead of time?? that’s my girl frr” “these cookies are amazing, thank u sm for baking them ughh give me a hug you’re the best baker ever, they’re so soft!!”

you guys will be facetiming one night when shes away in a different country for filming. she’s been gone two months and you really miss them. you get a bit emotional talking abt it and they really listen, telling you to let it out. just before you guys hang up they tell you to look at the last drawer of your jewellery box. turns out she wrote you a letter before she left, many letters in fact, for when you really miss them. you can’t help but sob reading it. she attached a polaroid photo of you guys kissing at bottom of the page. she’s so incredibly kind in the letter, telling you how wonderful its been getting to know you these past few months. "hehe youre probably crying from how nice im being" istg this mf even teases you in writing. when you're finished you call her back, they immediately burst out laughing at your blood shot eyes, “hahahhs i knew you’d cry”. sneaks in a ‘you look so pretty even when you cry’. tells you they have more hidden around your room and that when you need it she’ll tell you where you can find more ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

goodnight!! if i made any mistakes, no i didn’t. byebye!!

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey #bella ramsey fluff #ellie the last of us #wlw #lgbtq #bella ramsey gf #bella ramsey head cannon #lesbian #nonbinary #genderfluid

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catt-leya · 2 years

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This is gonna be different to what you usually write but can I request for a dominant female reader who ties Rick to the bed after she caught him flirting with Jessie at the party and punishes him. She rides his face and his dick and doesn’t let him come 👀

Jealousy (18+) || Rick Grimes

Thanks to you anon for getting me out of my comfort zone. I wrote through the fic in one sitting and fell a little in love with sub Rick, even though I'm a whore for dom Rick 👉🏼👈🏼

I tried to write something I hope you'll like and enjoy reading it 💗

(Quick side note for @toxic-ink : I hope I didn't disappoint you with my nice fic 👀💓)

I tug the dress into place one last time and follow my boyfriend into the room full of people.

The fact that I'm wearing a dress at all, given the realities of the world, is unusual enough, but seeing the group of people relaxed, sipping their alcohol, and apparently really celebrating is disconcerting.

Actually, I didn't want to come here at all, but Rick wanted to be here for who knows why and because I love him, I picked out an old dress and am now with him among the people who have offered us a safe place to stay.

Sighing, I slide my fingers out of Rick's hand and point my head toward the bar, "I clearly need alcohol to get through this."

My boyfriend gives me a nod, "Okay" before he disappears between people and I roll my eyes.

Rick is just the type of person who likes to be around people and people are always hanging on his every word.

He has a certain presence that captures others and that's how he got me around quite easily in the beginning.

I let him have his fun and turn to my joy: alcohol.

Before the world went down the drain, I used to enjoy a glass or two of wine with my friends, but now there are usually other priorities.

With a glass of wine, I lean against the wall farthest from everyone else and look around.

The Alexandria people are really nice but naive as hell, and I find it hard to believe they've survived this long without suffering major casualties.

I keep sipping from my glass as I spot my boyfriend at the other end of the room. Smiling, I watch as he talks with bright eyes to a woman I saw here in Alexandria yesterday.

He takes a sip from his glass and my smile grows even wider. It just makes me happy to see him so content.

The moment I want to let my gaze wander further, I see Rick put his hand on the young woman's back.

My eyebrows draw together and I don't take my eyes off the two of them. Normally, I'm anything but the jealous type and don't mind when Rick talks to other women and has fun doing it. It's the trust that I have in him and he has in me, but his hand is so dangerously low that I don't want to avert my eyes.

He probably thinks nothing of it, but when he lowers his head and whispers something in her ear, I see red.

I exe my wine and set the glass down on the first available sideboard and tap Rick on the shoulder. Still in a good mood, he turns to me with the woman in his arms and says, "There you are. I want you to meet Jessie."

I look over at Jessie and have to gulp for a second because she is so beautiful. I quickly catch myself though and jut my chin up, "Hey, nice to meet you."

She leans against my Rick a bit and I grit my teeth. He probably didn't even think to tell her he's in a committed relationship, which makes him anything but available.

She's not to blame because I know how good Rick can feel next to you.

So I paste a smile on my face and look up at Rick, who still has his fucking hand on her back, and say, "I'd like to go home."

I feel Jessie's gaze on me, but only look at Rick, who asks, "But why? Aren't you having fun?"

Shortly, I say, "No."

I know he's not going to let me go home alone and I'm right because he lets go of Jessie and looks at her apologetically, "I hope I see you again soon."

His stupid voice, which is the perfect mix of raspy and deep, makes Jessie shiver and fuck, me too.

She looks dreamily at Rick and murmurs, "I hope so too."

That's the moment I've had enough and I press out, "I'm sure you'll see my boyfriend in Alexandria now and then."

Her features all slip away and I use the moment to grab Rick's hand and drag him away from her.

We're probably both surprised at how hard I pull him behind me, and he stumbles after me all the way out into the fresh air.

Only outside does he catch himself and brace himself against me, which he manages with ease, hissing, "What's wrong with you?"

Furious, I turn to him and dig a finger into his chest, "You asshole went for that blonde."

What's in his favor is the fact that he looks genuinely confused as he mutters, "Huh? What makes you think that? I was just talking to her. You don't usually act like that when I talk to other women either."

I want to talk it out with him and try to get my anger under control, and he shrugs and walks past me, "Just relax and don't act like that."

My mouth just drops open and all I can do is stare after him. I can't believe he told me to relax.

ME to relax?

This asshole is so fucking arrogant I want to rip his balls off. I love him, but his arrogance sucks and I know exactly how to pay him back.

Couple times I take a deep breath and try to make my voice sound soft as I walk up behind him and say, "You're right."

Surprised, he looks at me again, "Oh really?" And then quickly corrects himself, "I know."

I suppress rolling my eyes and walk beside him with played equanimity. The fact that he thinks I'm going to let him treat me like this and just swallow it all is so incredibly humiliating.

When we finally arrive home, I am surprised myself that I have this level of self-control and follow Rick all the way to our bedroom without hitting the ceiling.

Rick tells me something about his plans for tomorrow and I slowly get up and put my arms around his body from behind, "Rick?"

I feel his muscles relax under my touch and grin against his back as he sighs softly.

In the end, Rick is just a man too, feeling soft breasts pressed against his back.

Slowly, I let my hands slide down his stomach to his belt and he murmurs, "I like apologies like that."

Biting my lower lip to keep from growling something like, "You should apologize to me," I undo his belt and pull it out of the loops.

With his belt in hand, I take a step back and he turns to face me. I can literally see how much he wants to touch me and dominate me, but today I want to do it differently.

His blue eyes follow me as I sit down on the edge of the bed and gently tap the bed, "Take your pants off and come here please."

Of course, I don't have to ask him twice.

Faster than I would have given him credit for, he strips off his shirt and pants, including his boxers, and I have to pull myself together to keep from falling into our normal dynamic of asking him what he wants me to do. Because that's exactly what heats up our sex so much: the dominance game between us in which I let him do whatever he wants and he takes me to my limits.

Unfortunately, it was a mistake to sit on the edge of the bed while he is still standing, because he can look down on me and quietly commands: "Take off your clothes, sweetie and put your face down into the pillows and your butt up in the air."

My eyes flutter shut and I say weakly, "Not today."

I hear him laugh, "Oh yes you are and you know it."

My traitorous center tightens at his tone, but I haven't forgotten Jessie either. So I shake my head and look him in the eye, "I want to tie you to the bed."

Of course, he bursts out laughing and doesn't seem to care at all that he's naked and vulnerable in front of me, "You want to tie me to the bed? Are you serious? Sorry, sweetie, but you do realize it's your part, right?"

Of course Rick respects me and actually we are partners at eye level, but as soon as it goes to the sexual level, it's just the opposite. That's why I can't blame him for laughing.

But I look up at him pleadingly, "Please?"

I know that's the only way I can get what I want, and I see Rick glance briefly at the belt in my hand.

Why I have to ask him to do this is obvious to both of us.

If he ties me up, it's easy and even if I resist, he's far superior to me physically. If I tried it on him, he could just push me aside. That's why he has to let me do it to him.

He looks me in the eye again and then sighs heavily, "Fine."

Without taking his eyes off me, he drops onto his back and extends his wrists toward me, "Go."

Even in this position he gives me orders and through clenched teeth I do.

I climb onto his thighs and put the belt around his wrists the way he usually does with me, fixing them to the metal of the bed frame.

Briefly he tugs on it and then murmurs, "Well done."

Now that I know he has no chance to touch me and can barely move himself, I smile at him in relief: The hard part is done.

Only now can I concentrate on Rick and trace his nipples with my finger. The sight of him straining against the bondage at this innocent touch makes my stomach warm and I bend over to whisper in his ear, "Want me to tell you a secret? I'm still mad at you because I know for a fact that you were flirting with that blonde."

Again, he braces himself and I press my middle against his cock, making him gasp, "Oh come on."

Gently I rub against his shaft and the unfamiliar position he's in seems to bother him.

Smiling, I breathe, "You know Rick, I have eyes in my head and I saw exactly where your hands were with her. For that, you can forget about touching me in the slightest today."

I can see how annoyed he is with the development, but I want him to beg me like I always do. I want him to beg to come and forget that Jessie even exists.

Lasciviously, I stand up and give him a strip show he won't forget in his lifetime and as I bend over to let my panties slide to the floor as the last piece of clothing, I stick my ass out at him so he can see what's his.

It doesn't matter that he can barely move because I still belong to him.

When I turn back to him, he's still staring between my legs and I purr, "Let's see if you can make amends."

Unusually still, he looks up at me and I can't get enough of the sight of him.

The way his biceps protrude through the restraints and his curls frame his beautiful face like a halo.

I stare at his lips and lean forward so that only a few inches separate us, "I want you to kiss me."

Immediately he lifts his head and wants to press my lips to mine, but I grab his curls and yank his head back before he can kiss me. I pull so hard on his hair that he moans softly, "Fuck."

Then I swing one leg over his head and kneel to the left and right of his arms so that my wet pussy hovers in front of his face.

Desperate to maintain control, I try to hide the trembling of my hands by bracing myself against the wall behind the headboard of the bed.

Breathing heavily, I look to him and almost give in at the sight of him looking at me with that special glint in his eyes. Unfortunately, I can't hide the trembling in my voice as I breathe, "I want you to kiss me like that."

Still not saying a word of his own and moving my pussy a little closer to his lips, he whispers softly, "You need to go down further."

I close my eyes and just think: His voice…heaven his voice….

Somehow I'm trying to punish him, but I can't shake the feeling that he doesn't even really see it as punishment yet.

Again I lower myself further and immediately he puts his lips on me.

At the first touch, my legs threaten to give way and I moan, "Oh God."

This guy just has a magic tongue and without complaining, he licks me, causing my hands to slide off the wall and I have to hold onto the edge of the bed to keep from falling on top of him and cutting off Rick's air.

My legs start to shake and Rick moans softly, "Lower."

Without thinking, I do as he says and he slides his tongue inside me.

Hectically I gyrate my hips and he knows exactly what he's doing as he presses his nose against my clit and all my muscles contract.

As I come on his tongue he tugs at the bondage and probably only now he realizes how lousy his situation actually is.

Shaky from the orgasm, I roll off him and my eyes fall on his cock, which twitches expectantly before I look up into his face.

Rick's blue eyes shine in the dim light and the feeling of pride is overwhelming as I see his beard glistening from my wetness.

I'm proud of myself that a man like Rick is licking me like it's the only thing that matters and this feeling of power over him is just overwhelming.

He licks his still wet lips and pulls at the belt around his wrists, "I got it, sweetie. Untie me so I can fuck you the way you deserve. I want to show you that you are my goddess."

The words out of his mouth are like a drug, but I want him to beg. I want to bring him to the brink of collapse. So I pull myself together and push myself on top of him again.

When my wet pussy touches his belly, he flinches and I huff, "Forget it."

I trace a wet trail across his belly as I move to his cock and out of reflex he lifts his hips to enter me, but I brace myself on my knees and aim his cock so that only the tip is at my entrance.

Eyes wide, he stares up at me and moans as I close my hand tighter around him.

I take a deep breath and purr, "Do you want to feel how ready I am for you, Rick?"

Panting, he nods and his cock twitches in my hand as he growls, "Fuck, yeah."

Sugar-sweetly, I ask, "What was that? I think there was something missing."

Rick is smart and knows immediately what I mean. I can see how much he resists, but the need to feel my warm walls around his cock is stronger, so he moans, "Please, sweetie."

I don't move an inch and my wetness wets his tip.

Rick yanks so hard on the belt that I'm briefly afraid he'll rip the bed part right off with it, but his hands stay in place and he growls in frustration, "I'm sorry I touched Jessie. Really."

I slide a little lower and his tip is inside me.

I've never seen him so desperate and needy as he is at this moment.

The vein on his neck comes out clearly and his hands are clenched into fists. Having this power over him is intoxicating and I whisper, "So what?"

He tries to come higher with his hips, but I move out of the way and he gasps, "Holy shit, I'm sorry I told you to relax."

Again I slide a little lower and moan hoarsely with him. I'm so wet that he slides into me so incredibly easily and I demand, "Beg for it."

Our eyes meet and I know full well that I'm taking it too far and that I'll regret it when I take his ties off afterwards.

But his desperation is so great that he unintentionally complies: "Please, please let me into your perfect pussy, sweetie."

At my petname, I let myself fall on top of him, moaning, and his whole body tenses as my pussy wraps tightly around his cock.

Panting, I give in and let my upper body fall forward so that my breasts are pressed against his torso.

He's so big and deep inside me that I can barely breathe, let alone move.

Especially since Rick usually has his hands on my hips, helping me move on top of him. It's not that I don't know what to do, but now I have to take care of it myself and I can't let him take control.

Rick notices my hesitation and gasps harshly in my ear, "You want to do this alone?"

With my hand on his chest, I feel his heart hammering fast and I whimper with my lips against his neck, "Yes."

His curls tickle my cheek as he moves his head slightly and murmurs, "Just try. You can't do anything wrong and you don't need my help to do it too. Finish it, sweetie."

Surprised by his encouraging words, I straighten up a bit and the love in his eyes blows me away. I had actually planned on not letting him come at all, but now I don't want to.

A little awkwardly, I straighten up again, bracing my hands against his broad shoulders as I raise my hips again, then lower myself back down onto him.

My mouth hangs wide open and with each deep moan from Rick, my whole abdomen tightens and Rick gets louder too. To my surprise, he also no longer resists the belt and lets me do whatever I deem fit to him.

As his cock starts to twitch inside me, he huskily blurts out, "That's it. Take what you need." And fuck, I do.

Trembling, I come one more time, pulling Rick right along with me. I'm still pulsing around him as I drop forward on top of him again, sliding my hands down his arms.

I undo the belt and once his hands are free, he wraps them around me, "Thank you."

I nod weakly and he lifts me to slide out of me and lay me down next to him in the bed.

My whole body feels like it's made of rubber and I open my eyes lazily as he whispers softly, "I'm really sorry. Are you still mad at me?"

Smiling, I shake my head and he brushes a strand of hair out of my face.

My eyes fall to his wrist and I'm instantly wide awake again, "Oh God, I didn't mean to. Why didn't you tell me I tightened the belt too much?"

I reach for his wrist and stroke the clearly visible red scratches and look up in irritation as he laughs softly, "Take it easy. It's all good. I kept pulling on it myself, didn't I? Don't worry about it."

Doubting, I look back down at the marks on his skin and he laughs again, "I think you should worry more about how uncomfortable it's going to be when someone asks about how I got those." And now I can't hold back the laughter either.

@hail-yourselves @bean-is-reading @chanlvr2 @criminalwalkingsupernatural @sunshinevirus @toxic-ink

#rick grimes #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x reader #twd #twd x reader #the walking dead #request #andrew lincoln

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autumnsorbet · 3 months

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Forgot I did these last months I thought I had posted them but I Didn't

Art block redesigns

Redraws from when I had art block a few times last month this one's from v5

I had fun making Yang's I think she look amazing in black it help her hair stand out morei gave Weiss a look that's a bit similar to what her outfit is in volume seven I wish they had hinted at something like that in volume 6

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or maybe they gave weiss a new outfit while they were traveling, I also try to add all her teams colors to her outfit I also gave her some hair swords instead of just giving her that tiara I had her put

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actual little dagger swords in her hair that she could use in an emergency if she lost her weapon to still fight with they don't shoot us but she could still try to attack someone with them or still summon if need be cuz I think she needs her weapon to summon it's not really clear,

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I think well Oscar / Oz was at the house he could have dressed a bit more comfortably yeah I know this outfit I put him in isn't comfortable this outfit is actually from a manga I xxxholic and I just wanted to see how Oscar looked in it I actually like how it turned out I just changed some things on it and the colors

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I also had the idea that maybe if Rwby could they would like have the characters change their outfits like every 3 days or so so you won't just leave them in the same outfit I know models are expensive but I wish they could do like some shows have done and have them in different outfits even if it's just two or three different outfits for different occasions and things besides pajamas like they did in volume 7

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For the V8 redraw I put Oscar in a different outfit I think he should have gotten an outfit change at the end of volume eight instead of them just fixing up his same outfit like did he have a spare outfit somewhere that they had or did someone make him a new outfit or just clean his outfit that he had on often fix his jacket somehow 😅

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And then what is still funny to me because in that same episode and even The following episode his model was really off for some reason I wish they had just given him a different outfit I know the outfit I put him in looks like it's all over the place but I still think this is a good design and look especially like what I did with his hair

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I also like the outfit I put Blake in I think if they were going to put her in like a cat suit I wish they had put her in like a cat food snow jumper, I don't know why they've been putting her in white lately I wish they put her in purple or black more so I gave her a purple outfit with dark purple boots and one of those headband scarf things she also has a hood in case she gets trapped out in the cold and her Aura is low and she can cover her ears on her head

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This was something I had to fun doing especially when I had art block which comes on every other week like week before last I was drawing a lot of stuff and it was so fun and I was actually making progress with some work that I wanted to put aside but I managed to get it done and all of last week all I had was art block mostly and I think I only got two pictures done hopefully I can get more done this week

#rwby #art is mine #autumn sorbet art #rwby art #rwby designs #rwby fan art #rwby v8 #rwby v5 #rwby oscar #oscarpine #oscar pine #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #ruby rose #jaune arc #blake bellodona #art block

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zee-has-commitment-issues · 9 months

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Hi, so I wrote a little fic, and I posted it. I gave it to Dani, she laughed at it, I asked if I should edit it, she said "fuck it we ball"

The entire fic will be below the cut because it's short enough to post here, but if you'd like to leave comments or kudos, it is also posted on my AO3. It's only 1k words.

Dress Up As...

This is the stupidest party they have ever thrown. They know that.

This was the stupidest party they had ever thrown, and they all knew it. No one was sure whose idea it had originally been, and no one was quite brave enough to own up to it. But it was their last party at Hillerska — their last third years’ party — and it seemed like a pity to go out without throwing at least one entirely stupid blowout.

The theme was truly very simple: Dress Up Like…

Throughout the entire week before, each third year had one at a time drawn a card out of a hat to find out what or who they would be dressing up as for the party. Every person had a different theme. No one should or would be dressed for the same party. In theory, that’s what made it fun.

What made it decidedly not fun was the fact that no one was allowed to redraw their theme. Once the card was in their hand, they could not switch with anyone or draw a second theme. That factor made the whole thing more than a little stressful. Because not everyone had the clothes they needed just lying around. Some of them had even resorted to stealing from First Years just to complete their looks.

But now it was the night of the party, and one by one they started to trickle in, costumes ready and on full display.

Some were better than others.

Henry wore a black tank top and bright green basketball shorts, chunky sneakers and a backward baseball cap. The entire night, he carried around a can of beer and would randomly start shouting about his human rights. Dress Up Like… An American.

Walter, his ever present counterpart, looked truly ridiculous. More so than usual. He showed up in short-shorts and a crop top, an LED flower crown sitting pretty atop his head. He had a mesh shawl overtop that went farther down than his pants did, and somehow he had managed to find what could only be described as cowboy boots. Dress Up Like… A Pinterest Girlie.

Stella wore a baby pink nightgown with a fairy pattern and clearly not matching blue bunny slippers. She had her hair tied up into pigtails and she was carrying around a worn-in looking stuffed bear. She was drinking her alcohol through a sippy-cup and every once in a while switched to suck on a lollipop. Dress Up Like… A Five-Year-Old.

Fredrika had it (arguably) the easiest out of all of them. She was quite literally wearing a bedsheet that she’d pinned into a toga and some sandals she’d managed to find on short notice. She’d gone the extra step to make herself a wreath for her hair, but pretty much everyone was mad at her for her lucky draw. Dress Up Like… An Ancient Roman.

Alexander had somehow gotten his hands on neon spandex. He went all out for his costume, even finding someone to give him a perm. There was a neon sweatband on his head that had “mysteriously” gone missing from the locker room a week ago. He’d completed his look with sunglasses that were too big for his face and Henry’s orange wrist-watch. Dress Up Like.. The 80s.

Madison wore a muscle tank and tight biker shorts. She was carrying around a big bin of vanilla protein powder and every time someone asked her a question she would respond with “do you even lift, bro?” She’d gone as far as to draw on faint mustache hairs and no one was actually sure if she was kidding about having bought into cryptocurrency as a way to commit to the bit. Dress Up Like… A Gym Bro.

Sara had spent all week stressing about her costume, only to give in and ask Henry if she could borrow his tuxedo. The one she knew he had just lying around because it was Henry, and of course he had a tuxedo lying around. She’d stolen a ring box from Simon to keep in her pocket, as well, and she had found a top hat somewhere in their mother’s box of old Halloween costumes. Dress Up Like… A Groom.

It was a lucky coincidence that Felice was her counterpart in all of that. They looked ridiculous, but at least they looked ridiculous together. Felice had taken the time to go to the thrift store in Bjärstad for her costume, though. Not even the students of Hillerska had wedding dresses lying around. She was able to find one for relatively cheap, too, and it had come with a veil. The dress was nice if you pretended it wasn’t from the 70s and ignored the suspicious stain. Sara had gotten her a bouquet to really sell the look. Dress Up Like… A Bride.

Wilhelm had borrowed his entire outfit from Felice. It was a blue dress and some gold jewelry. Nothing too scandalous, though he was still sure Jan-Olof’s heart would fail if he saw it. They still hadn’t told him about Wille piercing his ears yet. Wilhelm had opted to wear his own shoes for the night, as much as Felice begged him to try out high heels. He’d promised her he’d try another time when he wouldn’t have to commit to an entire night in them whilst slightly drunk. Dress Up Like… Your Best Friend.

It was Simon that truly caught everyone’s eye, though. With the exception of a long coat and scarf that they knew wasn’t his, he looked like he wasn’t dressed up at all. Everything he wore was seemingly something he wore every day. A sweatshirt and jeans, converse and a silver chain hanging around his neck.

“Oh, come on, Simon! You could have at least tried,” Fredrika called out, somehow already tipsy despite the party having just started.

“I’m dressed up,” Simon said. He shrugged off the coat and scarf before depositing himself in Wilhelm’s lap.

It was an obvious lie.

“Simon, you wear that all the time,” Henry pointed out.

Simon nodded, running his fingers through the hairs on the back of Wille’s head. “Yes, I do, and I’m still dressed up.”

Wilhelm looked like the cat who caught the canary and, most of the time, the rest of them would take that as a clue to just accept Simon’s words as truth and move on. But not tonight. No, they had all made asses of themselves trying to commit to this stupid ass party plan and they would be damned if Simon ruined it. They would force him to go home and change if they had to. They’d drag him by the ear back to Bjärstad and stand guard until he emerged looking just as idiotic as the rest of them.

“I would bet all the money in my wallet that you are not dressed up properly,” Walter said. It would have been a serious threat, too, had he not looked so ridiculous.

“Are you sure about that?” Simon asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“I’d like to join in this bet!” Maddie declared, pulling her wallet out of her waistband. And, soon, they were all betting some kind of money on the fact that Simon had not properly committed to their stupid plan.

Wilhelm didn’t say a word. He just sat back with a smug look on his face as Simon got all of his friends to bet him a small fortune. He, of course, knew what Simon was supposed to be dressed up as. He, of course, knew Simon was about to be several thousand kronor richer.

When everyone had placed their bets on the table, his own sister included, Simon pulled his card out of the coat he’d earlier discarded. He knew they were going to challenge him on his costume. He’d come prepared for this.

He cleared his throat, sitting up straighter, though it was difficult with Wilhelm’s arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. “Everything I’m wearing — boxers included — is something Wilhelm has, at some point, stolen from me,” he announced. He threw his card down on top of the make-shift money pot and then leaned back into his boyfriend with a satisfied smirk. “Read it and weep, bitches.”

Dress Up As… Royalty.

#young royals #young royals fanfiction #young royals fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #wilmon fanfic #zee writes shit

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marinersubmariner · 1 year

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AU looks for Rey and Ben

Commentary under the cut

I initially conceived of this as being solely about the hairstyles, but then I couldn’t just make them wear one outfit because different outfits go with different looks, so it increasingly became a very high effort video game character customizer. It’s just too much fun to play dress-up, and what better time to indulge my love of space fashion than with a custom template of my favs!!

I actually do have a longtime dream of making a paper doll set because I love outfits, I love canonverse AUs, and the lack of significant variety in their looks throughout the sequel trilogy has obviously driven me to madness, but. drawing clothing on entire head-to-toe figures is a whole thing. These busts alone took so much time I don’t know if I’d ever finish something more extensive.

Miscellaneous notes and thought processes from staring at this for way too long:

Short-haired Rey/long-haired Ben 4ever

Rey wearing green and Ben wearing blue is my ideal configuration so it’s what I will always default to. They are simply the correct colors, sorry I DO make the rules

Of course this whole thing came about mostly because I wanted to give Ben a Leia hairstyle. OF COURSE. And the outfit is stolen from Bail—I previously made a photomanip of this but didn’t quite complete it (yet?? ehh. why bother at this point). Funnily enough in that manip I had turned Bail’s grey ROTS cloak blue for Ben, and then in the Obi-Wan show they did that same color swap and gave Bail an actual blue cloak. Curse my gift of prophecy

I played with giving Rey Ben’s exact same scar—which also looks rad—but because I overthink everything it seemed more fitting to make it a mirror image instead. Dyad things

The EU did already have a guy with Jason Todd hair, but setting that aside I’m still pretty attached to Kylo Red Hood parallels. And a while ago as I was thinking about the white streak again I realized it would make sense to extend it from where his scar is, symbolic of how death and resurrection would be experiences that stemmed from that initial injury. I’m not a huge fan of his scar being completely healed in canon because I’d rather things have permanent reminders instead of erasing them (which is generally a whole problem with TROS!!!), so I like the idea that it would change rather than disappear. Anyway the cost of resurrection is: looking extra cool 😔

Sci-fi women with shaved heads are very special to me, but specifically in the history of Star Wars I have a deep fondness for Natalie Portman’s buzz cut during the ROTS press. She looked so good, RIP bald Padme

Rey’s black cowl is modeled on Kylo’s TFA cowl, but I also imagined it as the good boy sweater. Either way, she’s wearing his clothes

I know Ben in the standard white shirt is pretty boring, but I needed a low collar to showcase his hair (ostensibly the point of this entire exercise!) and I liked pairing a white outfit for him with a black outfit for Rey, because reversals are the best part of their whole deal. Also: casual space Gandalf the White. Also also: I think I just ended up making him the transformed Beast from Beauty and the Beast. APPROPRIATE. It was kind of tough for me to settle on a look to go with the long hair because it was the Ben hairstyle that I thought worked best with every outfit.

Rey’s green wrap/robe is the most improvised clothing here, just aiming for something nice and green without getting overly fancy. I sort of vaguely pulled from the Chandrilan formalwear we saw on Andor, but I mean, the kimono wrap is a pretty standard Star Wars wardrobe staple regardless. The white mock neck undershirt is definitely inspired by Mon. So you can maybe say she’s dressed in Chandrilan clothes because it’s Ben’s homeworld, and he helped her with the braid because yes I subscribe to Ben hair braiding fanons, I’m so sorry, I’m in too deep!!!!!!!

Puffy jacket! Even more colorful!! To be honest I have throw pillows with these colors and I love them, but I was also thinking to give Ben a yellow accent as a nod to Rey’s lightsaber color. This is where it gets to a point that I could spend days switching out color combos, a dangerous game

This was way more time-consuming than I expected it to be, but that seems to be true of all art projects for me as I get older. Now I gotta try to sustain some productivity and move on to the next one of my billion WIPs. Being obsessed with a dead ship and character for which there is vanishingly little hope of ever getting new canon material is so much work

#star wars #rey #ben solo #reylo #my art

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armpirate · 7 months

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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 32

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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Chapter Warnings: protected vaginal sex, public sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, teasing.

While Mark and I are getting the studio ready, leaving everything settled so we can leave earlier, my phone buzzes inside my pocket. Puckering my lips, I do my best at keeping my smile to myself when I notice it's a text from Y/n. Although my smile drops, and I lock the screen again fast when I open her chat and I'm received with a revealing pic of her in underwear.

—Are you alright? —he asks, frowning while looking at me.

—Yeah —I scratch my nape—, but I need to go to the bathroom fast.

Shrugging, he just goes back to his thing, while I just walk fast to the bathroom in the studio so I can check the picture better.

I know I started the teasing game when I sent him a selfie of me at the gym earlier this morning, but this is too fucking much. The way that lace set embraces the curve of her hips, and the way that pink bra just cups her breasts so perfectly... It makes me think of how good they'd look if they were cupped by my hands instead.

I chuckle nervously when I read the text she sent before, asking how it looks on her and whether she should wear it tonight or not. And, honestly, that question better be because she's going to show me herself how good that set looks in person.

She's a fucking tease, and that's all I can think about the rest of the day -even when I'm on my way to the gallery to support her on her first day.

It takes me a short second to make every thought disappear, as soon as I see her through the big windows that allow anyone to take a peek inside the wide place full of people. Her hair is up on a not-so-worked bun that allows some of her locks to fall on her face, although it still allows her bright face to stand out. And that dress she's wearing could cut anyone's breath. The green silk hugs to her body as if it was a second skin, although the skirt still flies in the air every time she moves or makes a quick turn.

—Stop drooling and get inside —Soo teases me.

I give her an annoyed look when she makes that comment, but she still leads me inside the gallery, holding me by my arm -it's for nothing though, because she soon forgets about me when she joins Mark and Tammy greeting Y/n when they come in.

Her eyes stop on me after I step inside, and all I can do is make sure my suit is completely fixed and my messy tail is still in place.

The rest of the night, I'm unable to concentrate on the different drawings and works that are displayed, I'm too focused on Y/n to care about anything else around me. I don't even care about how obvious I might be making it for all of our friends.

At some point, our friends are just gathered together in a corner, while taking the drinks we were offered. I join them, but it's only for a few minutes, until I see Y/n finally alone. Her exposed back attracts my fingers, as if I wouldn't be able to resist the softness of her skin on my fingertips. I trace her spine delicately, seeing her head slightly tilting to the side as soon as I touch her.

—You're a tease —I mention—. You aren't wearing the set you sent me this afternoon.

When she turns to me, she looks nervous. All that confidence she probably thought she had when she sent the pic is long gone. And I can't really tell what side of her I like more.

—I would've loved to take it off with my teeth, with you lying on bed the same way you were on that pic.

She gulps hard, while her cheeks lighten with a powerful red. Seeing her flustered was all I wanted at that moment. And, after getting it, I step back again and walk around the place as if that conversation hadn't happened.

If she wanted to play, she should've known I was all in for it.

I found myself quite unbothered about Jin being around her a few times that night. At the end of the day, he's her boss and also the owner of the gallery. Clearly, he'd talk to her to guide her on any doubts that could come up. And honestly, I didn't think there would be a moment where I would miss seeing Jin being around her instead of other guys.

She seems to be getting back at me for everything I've done when we all decide to go for a few drinks to celebrate her first day. Y/n is having fun, drinking and dancing with Tammy, but my mind clouds when a random guy shows up out of nowhere and takes Tammy's place. His hands are all over the place, and even dare to touch her skin directly on her exposed back cleavage. But when she turns and she's finally looking at me... Oh fuck, she knows what she's doing and how much it's bothering me. A smirk proudly appears on her face while her hips sway with him, as soon as she's aware of the way my fists are clenched on my pants.

She doesn't know that would end bad for her though.

After whispering something to his ear, the boy leaves and she's back with Tammy and Mel, lately joining us three on the table.

When we all leave, Soo insists on Y/n coming with me so I can take her home. I swear my sister is the least sly person in the whole world.

But it's obvious Y/n didn't have enough with everything she did back in the club, because her hands keep wandering all over my body while we're waiting at a red light. She goes from my chest to my stomach, and keeps going lower until she reaches the beginning of my pants.

I try to move my mind away from her hands. The last thing I want right now is a growing bulge in my pants, because I know how difficult it's to ride this motorbike with one. She knows it could only take me one slight move to give in, and I know she wants it just as much because she keeps pushing me to the edge. All thos revealing pics, all those "supposed" dates she had -that always ended up on a girl's gathering at night, all the double meaning comments and texts...

—If you keep doing that, I won't be responsible for the consequences —I whisper, turning my head slightly to her.

—What consequences?

She looks at me over her shoulder, giving me an innocent look while her hand keeps going up and down my thigh. She always gets near to my crotch, but never enough to be able to touch by herself what she's causing.

—I'll stop anywhere and fuck you raw. Like you've been looking for all night.

I can feel her grinding on the seat on my back, before her palm presses on my covered cock at the same time her tongue plays with one of my earrings.

—What's stopping you?

That's right. Nothing.

As soon as the red light turns green, I speed up while looking for the right place to hide, until I manage to see a dark alley.

I've been deprived from her for long enough to not care about how desperate I look, messily setting the stand while I wait for her to hop off the motorbike.

I'm not the only one needy though, because Y/n cups my cheeks and pulls me in for a sloppy and furious kiss, with our tongues messing with one another, trying to get as much of each other's taste as possible. One of my hands cups her ass, while the other is on her waist, helping her to hop on my lap.

There's no playing around from neither of us, and even less when my cock twitches inside my pants when I first slide my fingers through her slit and find her ready for me. While she unzips my pants, I blindly take out my wallet, trying to find by touch one of the condoms I always bring with me just in case. It's not like I've ever used it since I met Y/n, but now I'm thankful to have brought it with me.

After wrapping myself with the latex, and while I'm still kissing her, I lift her body, cupping her ass cheeks again, while she aims my tip to her warm core. Lowering her body slowly, filling her inch by inch until we're completely linked, a warm feeling covers my chest when she wraps around me so perfectly.

Even if we're in the middle of a shitty alley, this has to be one of the best moments of my life.

I try to make her move, denting my fingers on her skin, but she just stays in that position, moving her hips in circles while her tongue teases all the soft spots in my neck and ear.

—What do you want?

—Cocktease... —I chuckle nervously— Don't try to make me beg, because I want to fuck you stupid the same way you want my cock buried deep down your cunt.

And I know I'm right when her pussy clenches tight around me after that comment.

I go dizzy by the way she moves on me while she's making my head do rounds during the kiss. It's giving me a hard time desperately trying to keep those groans and moans in my throat. And while I love every move she makes, I still need more.

—Babe —I stop her movements.

She slowly stops, wrapping her arms around my neck, giving me a concerned look as soon as she hears my voice.

—You're doing great, but I really need to fuck your brains out right now —I kiss her chin—. Turn around.

As much as I love feeling her that way, the constant sound of cars and the sudden whistle of a horn brings me back to reality. We're still in the middle of the street, fucking, because we were unable to hold it to ourselves any longer, we should end it before we get caught. Although I'm still planning on taking my time when we're back to her -or my- place.

She hops off, but hops back on in a reversed direction, her back facing me while she holds onto the handlebar. I move her body, positioning her in a way that could be comfortable for her while lifting her dress and my blazer to expose her ass. I slide her panties to the side, the most I'm able to so I can rub my tip on her entrance again.

I slide in slowly, inch by inch again so she can get used to my size. It takes me a sigh from her to move just the way I was planning to, pounding into her as if cumming was a live or die thing, too focused on the way she feels hugging me tight to even care about anything else.

—Nobody else will fuck you like this, baby. I'm the only one that can make you feel this good —I groan, after bending down over her body.

Just like I want to reach my high, I want her to reach hers. That's why I cup her hips and lower them, while also making her back arch a bit more. On the next thrust, her hips are colliding against the sit, and I know her clit is also throbbing against the leather when some moans escape her lip, forcing me to cover her mouth with my hand.

—You know I love your moans, but save them for later —I excuse myself.

I can still hear the pleasure sounds that come from her though, drowned by my palm, while the squeaking sound of her pussy milking me is barely audible while I pound into her. A few seconds later, a familiar feeling runs over my spine and makes my hips buckle harder against her, feeling my release running over me without being able to avoid it.

But of course I'm not done yet.

I drag her on my lap when I sit back properly in my place, one hand still covering her mouth while the other rubs circles on her clit, feeling her whole body squirm and grind on me before her head falls back on my shoulder and a loud moan comes from her.

—You think I'm done with you? —I ask, two of my fingers grabbing her chin to force her to look at me— No, this was just the starter so you stop teasing me while I drive. I think you've had enough fun these two weeks. It's my turn.

I lovingly cap my hand on her thigh, trying to comfort her, while I see her still trying to recover from her high. Our lips are linked together again, but this time is softer and slower, just letting her know I'm there at the same time I place her underwear and clothes properly, doing the same thing with mine right after.

Once we're back in the lift of my building, it looks like we've been glued in that same position. And probably we would if we could. Although all of that stops when she's able to see her reflection in the mirror when we break the kiss.

—You, asshole, look at what you did.

—Should I kiss it better? —I raise my eyebrows.

Biting her shoulder was the only thing keeping me from moaning when I cummed in the alley. And I'm definitely not regretful of it.

We both try to get comfortable when we get to my apartment, with both of us taking our shoes off before I head to the kitchen to get something to drink. And her answer, to the question of what she wants right now, makes me cackle.

—You.

—Me? You want to drink me? —I walk in her direction again.

—I was trying to sound flirty.

Lifting her body, just to place it on the backrest of my couch, I start caressing her thighs, losing myself to the sensation of how warm she feels.

—You don't need to be flirty with me —I whisper on her lips—. You already got me wrapped around your finger.

Her dress is long gone at some point, and I'm finally able to see she did wear part of the lingerie she sent me -I was just too focused, and it was too dark, to be able to appreciate it back in the alley. That color suits her so much, it actually make sher look sexy and innocent at the same time.

My hands keep moving up over her torso, my fingers setting a burning trail in between her tits until I get to her jaw. They wrap around her skin carefully, holding her face before I kiss her in the softest way I've probably ever done. She traces my lip with the tip of her tongue, only because she wanted to lick that lip ring that makes her go insane. Maybe I should add a second one...

—You have no idea the pull you have on me —I move lower on her, following the trail of the caresses from minutes ago—. I've gone crazy these last two weeks.

The difference in the angle I'm seeing her plays ill with my mind, before I stop my mouth on her thong. She just lifts her hips, supporting her weight with both of the hands resting on the couch. Biting on her mound, I start to pull the fabric down her legs, getting rid of it. My lips start another trail of kisses, from her ankle to her inner thigh, soon filling my nostrils with the smell of her own arousal as I get closer to her core.

I give her a teasing lick on her clit, making her instantly arch her back and tighten her fists on the backrest, before I dig my tongue deeper between her folds. I just want to get a quick taste, before I'm standing up again, still spreading kisses all over her body. I cup her pussy with my palm when I'm finally standing up in between her thighs, two of my fingers teasing her entrance while my tongue draws circles on one of her nipples, switching from one to another.

—What do you want? —I ask, going back to her lips.

—Fuck me —she traces my tattoos with the tips of her fingers—. Make me regret these two weeks.

Oh shit, there's nothing I'd like to do more right now.

I take my clothes off, holding the packed condom in between my teeth while I try my best at getting naked fast. Y/n also helps me, unzipping my pants and lowering my underwear so my hard cock is already springing free against her inner thigh.

I slide in with just one move, head resting on hers while my hands hold her in her place. I don't go as fast as I did before, I want to taste every rub of her walls, every squeeze and every heavy breath as if they were the last ones.

—Keep your eyes on me —I command, getting ready to move a bit faster on her.

—Kook —she moans at the same time I move her body towards the edge of the backrest.

—Look at you right now —I breathe heavily—. Such a fucking mess for me.

And I'm so fucking in love with the view.

I recognize the look on her face, and the way her eyes are half closed while her lips are parted and accompanied by one moan after the other. The clear squeak sound of my cock filling her while my fingers rub her clit keep pushing her towards the edge, making her move her body as if she weren't able to do anything else.

—Uh-huh, see how good this pussy is taking me.

Her legs wrap tight around my waist, and both of her hands cup my face, looking at me deep in my eyes before she finally lets herself go with a high-pitched moan.

We are far from done.

I lift her in the air, legs still wrapped around my waist, after I got rid of my pants with a quick kick that sent them far. Although something changes while I make my way to the bedroom and set her on the bed.

The thought of somebody being able to see what I'm seeing, or even being looked at by her the way I am right now... How the fuck did I ever think I'd accept it? I want her, I need her; and I want Y/n to want me and need me just the same way, only me.

I fuck her slowly, sinking into her as if I tried to be able to pay attention to every single reaction of her body to me, trying to get drunk of her.

Fuck the deal, and fuck everything I thought would be right.

—I can't stand thinking of others seeing you like this —I admit, breaking the soft kiss we were in—. I want to be the only one making you go crazy with my hands, my mouth, my cock. I don't care —I bite her chin—. But I want to be the only one.

I need to be her only one.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #jungkook pov #Under His Skin #reader insert #armpirate

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mur-art · 1 year

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I swear I’m working on other requests but I definitely went a bit too hard on this one. @aarcanaa

This is getting out of WTTT and into my own OC territory but I hope y’all don’t hate me too much. I intended to add L.A. too but TBH I don’t think I’ve spent enough time in L.A. to feel confident with a design right now. Also I personally have a lot of negative feelings toward L.A. so it may be a bit unfairly biased.

Anyway, some notes about my interpretations (and a sketch of San Diego v.2) below:

Fun fact; I live in a super rural part of California literal hours away from the nearest major city (which is actually Las Vegas, Nevada) so my experience of being a Californian is a bit uh... different. Cities terrify me a bit (see my notes on L.A. above) but I’ve been to most of the CA cities at least once. Out of all of them, I’ve actually spent the most time in San Diego.

Anyway, enough rambling; here’s some notes about them. Keep in mind, these are just my interpretations based on my own experiences.

San Francisco:

-Nonbinary; uses they/them pronouns. (I can’t get the idea of them saying “My name is San FranCISco but I’m anything but” out of my head.)

-Has a lot of super artsy and well-executed tattoos (pretend I can draw them correctly!) Most of them are exactly what you’d expect, but some of them are truly bizarre. Many of them cover burn scars.

-Apparently SF’s official city flower is the dahlia, so they’re wearing a vague approximation of a dahlia.

-Has a semi one-sided rivalry with L.A. (L.A. is too busy with her own shit to care as much) I think this somewhat originally stemmed from the jealousy of L.A. overtaking San Francisco as the largest city in CA, but it continues because of their clashing personalities.

-Is rich AF but attempts to dress and act like they’re not. Wouldn’t want to be like L.A.; that’s what they’ll say. But they will 100% humblebrag about their latest expensive gadget purchase whenever given the opportunity.

-Leans 110% into every single thing they do; they are seemingly incapable of half-assing something. This is their boom town mindset in action- first it was gold, now it’s tech. They are a MASSIVE overachiever, and this leads to them always being stressed-while-pretending-not-to-be-stressed.

-Acts kind of spoiled and haughty and can be a judgmental asshole sometimes, but despite this, they actually do care about people. When shit hits the fan, they’re the first one to lend a hand. Maybe it comes from coming close to dying multiple times (in the way that personifications can actually die, not just silly accidents) that gives them a deep sense of empathy and awareness of their own mortality. This leads them to champion causes that seek to make the world a better place. They’re not perfect and sometimes things backfire, but they do try.

San Diego:

-Cis female; she/her.

-Canonically (at least in WTTT) California’s favorite city. She knows this and tries to work him to her advantage to get what she wants.

-She’s basically sunshine personified. She’s super bubbly, outgoing, and generally friendly. Unlike the other California cities, she is actually genuinely laid-back and relatively stress-free.

-She’s very book smart, especially with numbers and engineering-related things, but she often acts outwardly ditzy and carefree, leading some people to doubt her intelligence. However, when she gets to work she can prove herself immediately.

-Historically, she was overshadowed by the other cities. At times, they even forget she existed, despite her trying her best to make herself stand out. I found this great quote from a 1920s businessman:

“What is the matter with San Diego? Why is it not the metropolis and seaport that its geographical and other unique advantages entitle it to be? Why does San Diego always just miss the train, somehow?"

-Despite being perpetually overshadowed and ignored, or maybe because of it, she forged her own identity. She didn’t feel like she had to uphold any rigid standards like the others did, so she became much more chill.

-She can be very flaky; don’t try to make plans with her, she’ll either forget or get distracted by something else. If you want to hang out with her, you just have to go with her flow.

-She can speak Spanish fluently and is best friends with TJ (Tijuana).

-She’s super fit and could beat you up, but she won’t.

-San Diego is well-known for having a large military presence, so I had to include San Diego in her day job attire. (Ssh, pretend I know about military stuff and got her uniform accurate) She can go from hippie mode to drill sergeant mode in an instant, but only when someone has really fucked up.

Anyway, thanks for sticking with me!

#kind of wttt #but also oc stuff #mur's silly headcanons #personified cities

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kittybloy · 1 year

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talk about your rtc headcanons please.

YES I WILL AHAHAH THANK YOU

i have a note open on my notes app full of hcs >:]

(some of these will be pretty ship centered, but they could probably be seen as platonic!)

~~{☆}~~

Jane/Penny

• bites people. out of love. i think

• autistic because i said so

• new special interest every week

• long-term hyperfixation on doll collecting

• like girly has a terrifying amount of dolls

• she/they/it/doll/star pronouns fuck you

• forgets what her own voice sounds like sometimes so randomly she'll just.. start talking to himself.

• has a pet axolotl

• queer platonic relationship with ocean

• has an old galaxy note phone but it's kept it pristine condition

• can beatbox

• has really good rhythm!!

• soprano 1

• devilishly good at escape rooms

• along with mishca, the choirs bodyguard

• isn't allowed in the kitchen without supervision

• stims by just... riffing

• yk that riff in tbojd? that.

• favorite time if the year is Christmas, specifically for the carolling

• takes the choir to carol with it all the time

• cannot spell for shit

• cosplays with ricky constantly

~~{☆}~~

Ricky

• had a nightcore phase

• SCENE KID <3

• makes the most killer hot coco ever

• teached the choir asl after the accident BCS THEY ALL COME BACK IN THE END FIGHT ME

• every year for the different choir members birthdays she draws them as a cat. (he gives them fursonas i dont make the rules here).

• uses all pronouns

• named a cat after each of the choir members but refuses to tell them

• genderfluid as fuck!!

• has one of those samsung phones that can fold

• makes cat stickers for fun

• her mobility aids are covered in stickers and has little trinkets that dangle

• had a warrior cats phase

• got noel into warrior cats in middle school

• has 3 hairless cats

• obsessed with the Labyrinth

• gets high with mischa weekly

• fucking pro on an electric guitar

• has a baseball cap with cat ears attached to the top

• jazz hand stims

• makes the choirs halloween costumes every year

• excellent seamstress

• also loves tf outta Halloween

• she gets to dress up as a swinging space age bachelor man and wouldn't get judged, ofc she loves it

• stims by.. meowing and purring?? for fun??? its fun try it

• has a lifetime pass to any cosplay convention that happens in Uranium ( idk if thats a real thing but it is now )

~~{}~~

Ocean

• horrid asthma

• avarage glee watcher

• IS gossip girl

• they/she user

• neurodivergent as hell but is undiagnosed because their parents SUCK and don't believe in that stuff

• asexual lesbian real

• has to use either Constances or Mischas washing machine/dryer to wash her clothes.

• hates the beach

• they sunburn so easily

• sibling relationship with both mischa and noel

• has a yellow iphone with an otterbox phonecase

• keeps little Polaroid pictures of her and the other choir members in a journal she has

• she likes taking pictures I said so

• was the last one to grasp asl, but she is trying!!!!

• cuts her hair themselves and as genuinely good at it

• soprano 2

• has horrid OCD

• loves deer sm

• loves Christmas time <3

• hot mocha enjoyer

• her and noel have kareoke night every friday

~~{☆}~~

Constance

• vocaloid enjoyer

• pumpkin spice latte drinker

• mom friend. keeps bandaids, candies, an inhaler, toothpicks, waters, and koolaid packets in her bag at all times.

• pansexual queen <3 i love her

• she/her pronouns, but doesn't mind they/them

• her family has threatened to adopt literally every single one of the choir members - noel and ricky

• listens to 90's rock music

• love language is physical touch!!! she loves holding everyones hands and gives the best hugs imaginable

• wrote pjo fanfiction in middle school

• it's still on ao3

• fandom junkie

• has a dark green motorola phone with a pastel blue case

• alto

• really good at crochet and makes sweaters for choir during their birthdays

• makes small sweaters for rickys hairless cats during winter

• K-pop stan

• has asked noel to dress up as a k-pop idol before

• adhd haver

• has hundreds of little lists for random things

• favorite holiday is Christmas and she loves giving the choir gifts

• giving love language is giving gifts fight me

• has a pet frog named Jeremy

• sometimes she just spins around as a stim

~~{☆}~~

Mischa

• HATES coffee, claims it tastes like dirt

• languages master ( teaches noel french bcs duolingo isn't helping at all)

• dad friend

• menace in the kitchen

• HIM AND NOEL HAVE MOVIE NIGHTS YES!!

• talia is real and they're in love... fuck you

• mischa "two hands" bachinski

• is the reason the choir room has a swear jar

• loves bearded dragons

• unreasonably terrified of snakes

• bisexual king

• He/They supremacy

• can and will down an entire bottle of straight vodka

• very proud of that fact

• transmasc real!!!!

• talia helps pay for their T shots and after hearing about noel being trans too she buys her a binder <3

• so in love with noel and talia both he has too much passion

• brotp with ricky they're brothers your honor

• only one besides noel that can drive

• made vines

• works at a haunted house with penny during halloween

• his adoptive parents are rich as fuck

• can tell you the history of rap if you asked him to

• love language is words of affirmation bcs i said so

• sometimes he just carries around the other choir members (usually ocean) on his back for fun

• body heater

• has a red iphone with a clear case

• it has so many cracks

• godly at stick n pokes

• has a pet hampster his adoptive parents know nothing about

• has gotten a lightbulb stuck in their mouth twice

• has the most batshit insane ideas

• really into pop music but will NEVER tell anyone

• he has autism btw

• really good at critiquing movies

• baritone/bass what's the difference

• carries ricky up and down stairs even if it isn't needed

• giving love language is physical touch fight me ( him and constance are always touching eachother in someway, either by holding pinkies or leaning in eachother. platonic or not, take it as you please)

• its a real struggle with talia but they make do

• movie nights in his basement happen every Tuesday after choir rehearsal, usually only him and noel are there but ricky and penny join every so often!!

• the choirs bodygaurd

• he's friends with the detention teacher

• has the second highest gpa out of the choir

• special interest: RAP

• DRUMMER

• listens to imagine dragons unironically

• halloween enthusiast

• always dresses up as some cheesy horror movie villain

• sometimes, mid conversation, he'll just start speaking in Ukranian. he won't realize until the person he's talking to mentions it.

• has a pretty bad lisp

• flappy hand stimmer fight me

• ambidextrous

~~{☆}~~

Noel

• starbucks employees know him by name

• stereotypical gay tbh, he drinks tf outta iced coffee

• tries to learn french through duolingo but fails miserably

• he/she noel supremacy

• always steals food from taco bell before a performance to give to the choir

• introduced rocky horror picture show to the choir and now they all wont stop quoting it

• TRANS MAN

• mlm/wlw hatred solidarity between her and ocean

• but in a sibling way

• unreasonably obsessed with peacocks amd doves (specifically white doves, they're so pretty)

• literally so oblivious to mischas crush its hilarious

• hates his job. so. much.

• her favorite stim is just repeating lines from the Blue Angel in a french accent. she knows it's a german film, but french accents are just too fun man

• she's autistic too btw ive decided

• hyperfixated on french history

• and scented candles

• holy shit she has so many scented candles

• has those fake candy cigarettes but absolutely hates how they taste

• has a notebook of little shirt stories of moniques life

• absolutely has thought out entire movies with Monique as the main character

• really really bad abandonment issues

• love language is quality time <3

• she is genuinely so angsty i have so many sad hcs for her

• has terrible eyesight but refuses to wear glasses

• instead, wears shitty contacts

• musical theatre nerd

• paints his nails so he would stop chewing them but it doesn't work

• purple iphone user, has one of those square cases with the gold accents please know what i'm talking about

• has an old cat named Nyxl and she is treated like a got damn queen

• token tenor

• has a notebook full of poetry

• has a book full of edgar allen poes stories

• she loves them

• picky eater picky eater picky eater picky eater

• has to be chewing on something to even exist

• usually a toothpick, since she got scolded by ocean once because she bit a hole in her lip

• favorite holiday is valentines day

• he'll say he hates it but absolutely loves the romantic aspect of it

~~{☆}~~

thanky ou for indulging me i needed yhis <3

#ocean o'connell rosenberg #ride the cyclone headcanons #rtc hc #rtc headcanons #ride the cyclone the musical #rtc mischa #rtc noel #rtc penny lamb #rtc jane doe #rtc ocean #rtc constance

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glitch-pep · 6 months

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Under the cut is a post talking about the designs I made for this Halloween post right here.

Alright I'll explain the thought process behind these, in order in which I designed them in.

1.) Charlie

For Charlie I was torn between two ideas, cowboy or pirate. Due to my bias for cowboys I was leaning more towards that but eventually a certain someone, you know who you are, I ain't gonna tag you >:D reconvinced me to go for the pirate idea due to the thief part and then I realized that an eye patch would cover her right eye so I was sold. Designing her costume was pretty easy to be honest, I just kept adding stuff to make her look cool. Also, I had to make a Hawkshaw reference, I couldn't possibly resist once I thought of it. I'll probably draw her as a cowboy eventually though. Also, I let her have sharp teeth in the final drawing, as a treat.

2.) Cursed Treasure

Due to the lyrics I came up with I needed to give Charlie some sorta cursed treasure, so I thought a cursed golden Barnaboo statue would look cute and do the trick. The eyes and bow are meant to be gemstones and I made the face looks off so that the cursed part is a bit obvious.

3.) Milo

I actually sketched Charlie's and Milo's designs and finished them in the same day. Milo's was a quick one, I knew immediately that he had to be a vampire cuz he would definitely be something that's somewhat elegant. The hair looked a bit weird to me so I put the sunglasses there to cover it up a bit, and honestly he's pulling it all off better than what I expected. Also his teeth are perfectly goofy enough as to where I can't take him 100% seriously, which is how it should be.

4.) Parasol

The parasol was an afterthought after I had already finished Milo's design. It's inspired by the parasols that Draculaura and Poppy Pointer have. Although I screwed it up by making the handle black instead of white in the final drawing, I was going to fix it but when I started doing that I realized that there's already a lot of white in his design so I kept the black handle.

5.) Mina

For Mina I had to go for the obvious option, a witch, mostly due to lore reasons. It's canon that Mina insists on being a witch every year for Halloween because she told the culdesac kids that "Witches show their true form on Halloween." and she has to keep up that story, although her mom doesn't want her to have the same outfit each year, so she makes a different witch outfit each time. It's a pretty regular outfit with a witch hat slapped on top, but for Mina it perfectly does the trick.

6.) Molly and Mr. T. Bear

It was all fun and games until I started to design Molly's costume. The first idea I had for Molly was for her to be the Tooth fairy. Perfect idea, right? It's somewhat sleep related, Mr. T. Bear can be a tooth and it'll look cute. That's what I told myself. After 3 days of furiously looking through the web trying to find some sorta inspiration or color pallete I actually like, I gave up on the idea. I hated all of the concepts I made to the point where I got tired of the idea. Thing is... I didn't know what other costume to give her. The only ideas I could come up with were: a bed bug, sleeping beauty and Molly and Mr. T. Bear as each other. I didn't like any of those enough, so, in a moment of desperation I asked my friend for help. She told me that she noticed a pattern between the costumes I picked, that all of them were some sorta villans. Vampire, pirate, witch... she was right... I didn't do that on purpose. If she hadn't told me I would've never noticed it... Anyways, she basically suggested that Molly could maybe be a wolf. I was like oh she could be a werewolf because of the full moon and she's a moon you get the gist. And then, later on, when I was looking through the web I came across a drawing of the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood dressed as the grandma. That's when it clicked in my head. Molly as the wolf and Mr. T. Bear as Little Red Riding Hood. I was sold and I ended up liking the designs and finishing them on first try. The friend mentioned here wanted to get credited this way, since she doesn't have any socials.

And that's about it! As much as I dreaded the process because it took me ages, I do think the effort paid off. I'll definitely draw these again! :>

#my ocs #my art #my oc's #my oc #mina #milo #molly moon #mr. t. bear #mr t bear #charlie #chaotic crossover au #I'm most likely not gonna design new costumes for next year-#I'll just reuse these since it's a shame that for three of them only half of the design ended up being visible-

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charmixpower · 2 years

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🌊 Aish hairstyles 🌊

Literally oh my fucking god the designers can't think of more than three fucking hairstyles for Aisha, if I never see her with twin puffs again it will be too soon. Put her in a unique fucking hairstyle you assholes. This anger at the complete lack of interesting hair for Aisha is what sparked me to do this series in the first place. Just so I can show how fucking cool her hair could be if they weren't fucking cowards about it. Unsurprisingly this one took me the longest, with all the braids I had to line and color (tho it didn't take as much time as expected), but it was a lot of fun to do. I was easily the most excited to this one for obvious reasons. She looks great. I went a little ham on the gold jewelry but Aisha deserves it ok?? Her hairstyles in the show are so dull, she needs some fun

Side note, Aisha has the second longest hair out of the Winx, longest naturally, but it isn't visible due to how coily Aisha's hair is. My hair goes from barely toucing my shoulders to below my sternum, and my hair is curly as where I draw it Aisha's the 4 range. So yeah, her hair gets like at least 6 inches when straighten, going all the way to her butt. I also challenged myself to style her edges differently with every drawing djsjs which you can probably tell

Anyways on to the individual styles

Classic Aisha: this is the hairstyle I've started to usually draw Aisha in. Sporty and practical meet fun and feminine! I also gave her a nose piercing bc she, Musa, and Tecna have the vibes, and to fit the slight vibe of Andros. Aisha's hair in canon usually looks like it's on the low side of curly, and the reason why is made p clear by the miss magix ep and s8/WOW, so I decided to give her tight coily hair. Btw yeah that's her s2 camping outfit

Twists Aisha: this was my first foray into drawing this hairstyle, I usually draw dreads and box braids in this area, so it doesn't look super good but hey I tried jdnsjs. I wanted to stylized them so I'd didn't spend years trying to finish them, and you can visibly see me give up on that with the next drawing, but I think if I were doing a comic or quick doodles this is what I would go with. Anyways, I did this one because it really makes me think of Aisha athletic nature. Idk they just look super athletic to me, and I gave her a little extra ponytail for the fashion of it. Sporty chic

Mermaid-y: When I first drew these braids with the flat bottoms, they kinda looked like Mermaid tails to me?? So my brain was like, Aisha in her mermaid era <33. So my heart is set on her having this hair during s5, mermaid season, mermaid hair. It's literally perfect. Also I thought this top was super cute. This is where I really went overboard with the gold, but she's in her mermaid era, princess, guardian fairy, and dame. She can have a little (lottle) gold, as a treat. She deserves it, she's been though a lot lately with her family and Nabu being in a COMA. Some fun hair is good for the soul

Date night: light rage. They put Aisha's hair into pigtails for every causal event that happens and it inches across my last nerve like you wouldn't believe. Much like how that uniform outfit ruined one of Musa's hairstyles, pigtails feel ruined for Aisha, but making the. Apart of a braid really lessoned the blow. Half of me wishes I did a head wrap instead, but I can't just not include them. The outfit is super cute tho. She's going on a date!!! Yess!!! So pretty. I'm so happy with her earrings and dress. She and Nabu are gonna go have a picnic together, it's gonna be great

Box braids: I just got my braids taken out this Friday, which was fun (it hurt a lot, especially taking the small ones out ;-;) and I think it's a really good hairstyle for Aisha. I used to think that they'd be super impractical due to being so long, but because they're so heavy they're not actually annoying to deal with at all. They don't move all that much and they don't really get in the way. These would work perfectly for Aisha. Giving her the long hair, and the practicality. Absolute win! Of course I had to go for her outfit from her date with Musa. These kinds of braids always make me think someone has an important event coming up or they're trying to look cute, and a first date is a perfect occasion. I had so much fun with the earrings and braid decorations

Work out: I wanted to go for something simple, less fancy, and that doesn't require braiding, for of her hairstyles to just like her hair be itself and vibe. Here it is in a classic half up half down look, completely unbraided and vibing. Outfit slightly inspired by Serena Williams's entire aesthetic, including the headband. I didn't wanna put her hair over her shoulders, which admittedly looks a little weird but I wanted the high low part to be clear fjsjdnd

Poodle puffs: Personally I think Poodle puffs are really hard to styles, because it's hard to get the size of the puffs right without going too far in either direction. I think I got it right here? I think four is a good number of puffs. This is probably one of my favorite looks, mostly because of how warm and royal it looks. I'm a sucker for shiney jewelry and warm colors. I think this one came out especially well, I love the earrings, and the dress looks really good! I was worried it was gonna look silly but thankfully it doesn't

Bantu knots: She just looks gorgeous here. It adds so much to her orginal red carpet energy. Her hair is now all done up and fancy. Her nose ring also adds to the energy. I really like the earring, despite how lopsided it is lol, but I do wonder if it was a little too much for such a elegant outfit? Idk. Either way I didn't do anything to this look because I love it and she looks amazing. Not thoughts, head empty, bantu knots pretty

Princess Aisha: Hehe this one is probably my favorite out of all the hair. Not the outfit top XD. I don't like poofy European dresses rip. I got to go as fancy as I want!! I feel like Aisha usually tries to stay away from super fancy and complicated one event only hairstyles (which is why she usually goes for protective hairstyles she can wear for a while with low maintenance before needing to change it), but she's making a formal appreances, which means I can loop a gem into her hair. I also got to put big gems on her outfit and earrings which was super fun. This perticualr hairstyle always looked super royal to me and I had to include some proper beads on the look too. They match the gem she's wearing. Extra royal look. Her headgear as a child did something similar, but now that she's older she can just get proper braids put that do what the head gear was doing but better. Also can you tell that I was worried about getting too close to the edge of the page XD

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