#open to coloring (ask first)

[johnnyshrine]

★ 104 // “Well? Why aren’t you scrolling?”

Inspo:

[casualavocados]

You've never done that when I got close to you before. Why? None of your business. Tell me, or you can't leave.

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 10

[tanasha-not-yet]

i am okay with greylock's design but obviously they didn't give him more than one outfit. i mean it's not wrong, giving him another suit for the conference wouldn't help the recognizability, and he's not important enough to give him several clothes sets anyway

but he's important for me okay! i felt like this man would want to appear flashy and get all the attention on some important occasions, he needs cool clothes! and not cool ones too, i won't let him run around in same robes both in summer and winter wtf

all in all here they are - the alternative clothes i thought of

the top one, the second row and the middle one are for special occasions, the rest is for everyday work in castle and home

[dluebirb]

For requests, ROTTMNT Mikey and this color palette maybe?

You got it, boss! ^^

[telomirage]

before 🤎🖤 and after 🪲🌱🌿🥬💚

[lov3notts]

── .✦𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞 (𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐥) 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩. 𝐒𝐨 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐣𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧' 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐚𝐦! 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬?? 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 (𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚) .

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞? 𝐇𝐨𝐰?? 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞?? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞<3 (𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭)

(𝐩𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞)₊ ⊹✧˖°.

heyyy love, so actually i had lots of trouble at first with the coloring but this post explains it all!! hope it helps:))

also i saw your other ask. my birthday is december 1st, i’m a sagittarius 🏹:))

& omggg i love the font how did you do it🤭

[starsails-and-slugcats]

Looks to the Moon’s puppet is suspended by her umbilical arm in zero-gravity, parsing through holographic screens as her robes and fins and pearls float around her. Her can sails smoothly through vacuum, subconsciously aware of her fleet following her at a distance.

A new display pops up with an alert. Swiping away the status of her refineries, she brings the new screen closer, going through the displayed report at the same time that she turns her attention to her communications array. Her eyes smile as she starts messaging her local fleet.

[LIVE BROADCAST] - PUBLIC GROUP [LOCALGROUP] Big Sis Moon, No Significant Harassment, Chasing Wind, Seven Red Suns, Unparalleled Innocence, Five Pebbles

BSM: Communications are back online! BSM: I hope you all behaved yourselves? NSH: Moon’s back! SRS: Oh thank the stars... UI: Hi Moon! CW: Welcome back, Moon.  FP: Define “behave.” NSH: Finally, some moderation in here! SRS: I was trying my best! SRS: And you say that like you weren’t also riling everyone up at times, Sig.  NSH: No comment~ BSM: Hm. BSM: Do I have to go through the backlogs? CW: Not unless you want everyone’s swear tally, really.  CW: And I think those were being compiled as blackmail anyways by certain someones.  UI: WIND. FP: Congratulations on calling yourself out, Innocence.  UI: Like you weren’t keeping track of Nish yourself, Pebbs. FP: … FP: No comment. And stop calling me Pebbs. NSH: He’s learning everybody!  NSH: Wish it wasn’t at my expense, but you know what, I’ll take it.  SRS: ...I have a new respect for your authority, Moon. 

Looks to the Moon laughs to herself, shaking her head at their antics. As she continues the conversation, she briefly focuses on a different system.

[LIVE BROADCAST] - (CITYWIDE ANNOUNCEMENT) Looks to the Moon, Luna Citizen Drone Network

LttM: Maintenance has concluded and communications have been restored.  LttM: The direct line will be re-established momentarily.  LCDN: Automated Reply: Iterator Direct Line Re-Established.

[Looks to the Moon is open to asks]

[clumsypuppy]

for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........

[kymiewz]

“Born from soil and sorrow, she blooms with grace.”

A ghost of gentleness, draped in thorn and silk.

One of my forgotten ones, now quietly reaching for light.

You may color her, but only with my blessing.

Should she appear in your garden, tag me—let me see her bloom.

Do not repost. Do not use without permission.

Even gentle things protect themselves.

[ask-my-memoir]

???: "Something you want?"

A lone Zoroark seems to have been busy working away and has stopped for a quick break. It appears he has noticed you.

Why not inquire about his activities?

[whentheresnojustagirl]

art :)

[fish-at-fish-fish-resort]

getting emotional about splatoon again. god. that fucking squid makes me feel things about my own life im crying all over my yogurt

[hyaesia]

what’s the snake art 👀

LOOK AT HIM....

[courageisneverforgotten]

snow white looks bad this, moana 2 that. the real question is who in the world wanted a live action mufasa or lilo and stitch movie

[calebpups]

PAIRINGS. . . xavier, caleb, sylus, zayne, rafayel x reader

CW. . . wearing pheromone perfume around them for the first time.

CALEB

caleb went still the second he hugged you, like he’d just gotten hit with something intoxicating. he pulled back just a little, blinking at you, then leaned in again, burying his face in your neck.

“holy sh—pips,” he groaned dramatically, arms wrapping tighter around your waist. “you smell like heaven and sin had a baby.”

you burst out laughing. “you’re so dramatic.”

he just nuzzled you again, lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath your ear. “i’m serious. i want to crawl under your skin right now.”

you swatted at his arm, flustered. “it’s just perfume!”

“whatever it is, it’s a problem.” he kissed your jaw, then lower. “'cause now i wanna kiss you for, like, three hours straight. minimum.”

RAFAYEL

he was painting—focused, shirtless, streaks of color on his arms—when you crept up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

he stilled.

then he turned his head slightly, inhaling, like a wolf catching a scent in the wind.

“did you just cast a spell on me?”

you bite back a smile as he ducked down, nosing along your neck, groaning softly. he slinged an arm around your waist pressing you to his side.

“delicious. is that new?”

you just smirked. “wouldn’t you like to know.”

he laughed under his breath, mouth finding your neck, your shoulder, wherever he could get. “if you wore this to mess with me, it’s working. i want to paint you now. naked, preferably.”

SYLUS

you barely walked past him before sylus turned his head, eyes narrowing like he just picked up on something forbidden.

he stepped closer, towering over you, his hand curling gently under your chin. “...you smell dangerous,” he said lowly, his voice already laced with heat.

he tilted your head up, heart fluttering as he leaned in, his mouth brushing against the back of your ear. he moved lower, lips grazing your neck, then the space just under your jaw.

“what is that scent?” he murmured, like it was bothering him. like it was consuming him.

“do you like it?”

he huffed a soft laugh against your skin, kissing your throat like he was losing control. “you’re not allowed to wear it around anyone but me. understood?”

XAVIER

you slipped under the covers beside him, thinking he was asleep. he wasn’t.

the second your body curled into his, his arm came around your waist, slow and sure. he inhaled once, then again.

“…what is that?” he muttered, voice rough with sleep. he buried his face in your neck without waiting for an answer.

you giggled and his arm only tightens around you.

“not funny,” he mumbled, lips brushing your throat. “you smell like trouble.”

“you’re imagining things.”

“i’m not.” he kissed your collarbone, again and again, slower. “we’re not leaving this bed today.”

ZAYNE

you stepped into zayne’s office for your monthly check-up, but the second you approached his desk, he looked up like you’d just walked in wearing nothing but your birthday suit.

before you could sit at your usual chair, his hand found your wrist and guided you into his lap instead.

he didn’t say anything, just leaned in and breathed you in like he needed the scent to live.

“…what did you put on?” he asked, lips brushing the underside of your jaw. “you’ve never smelled like this before.”

you pretended to play dumb. “what do you mean?”

he exhaled a low chuckle, his voice raspier than usual. “don’t play with me. this—this is lethal.”

then he kissed your neck, slow and open mouthed. “fuck, you’re gonna get me fired.”

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[kkusuka]

pt. 2

your roommate was a strange man.

can you even really call him a roommate if he's only home for one week every few months? but when he is home, simon riley is a pretty good roommate.

he fixes the heater that's been broken for two months, he replaces the faucet after it drenches you for turning it on too quick, he even takes a look at your car when you mention how your breaks have been squeaking. but other than his penchant for whiskey and the color black, you really don't know much about the man you've been living with for more than a year.

he's in the military, you know that for sure. he works with a team because he tells you that you have a striking resemblance to a man names "soap"? you take that as a compliment even if he didn't really mean it to be one. he wears combat boots even when he's off, you buy him a pair for his birthday that he doesn't take off until soles wear out. but all of these are merely observations, you don't actually know anything about him.

and it's not like you don't try to find out more things about him. you search his name on google- nothing. you ask him about his social media- 'don't got any'. you never ask about family because he never brings them up. all you have is a phone number and the license plate on his beat up dodge charger.

so, getting a call in the middle of the night, three months after you'd last seen simon, about a mission taking a bad turn and simon taking a bullet for an american private. all you really manage to catch after that was the hospital's address and a room number to ask for.

you feel like you're in a trance as you pack yourself an overnight bag, then move to simon's room and just start grabbing the softest clothes you can find and a bunch of snacks from his side of the pantry, then you're off.

you didn't want to see desperate or overly worried about a man whose favorite song you don't know but you're pushing into the high 90s on your way down. and your mind isn't clear until you're standing in front of a tired looking nurse in sanrio scrubs.

"um, i need to get into room 1206?" you barely choke the words out before she's getting up to lead you, "oh! mrs. riley, they told me you were on your way."

"oh-i'm, well" and if you hadn't watch so many hospital shows where they don't let anyone but family into the room you would have just told her the truth, but you just shut your mouth, give her a tight smile, and follow her down the hallway.

the room doesn’t take long to get to, but the door is shut and you can hear the people inside talking. but the nurse doesn't even hesitate to swing the door wide open, "mr. riley, your wife is here."

and then there are four sets of eyes trained on you, but all you can look at is the hulking figure of your roommate sat up in his comically small hospital bed. and all you can muster up is a slight smile and a small wave in his direction before the bags you're holding fly straight onto the floor.

"oh, shoot- i'm sorry. i didn't know if you needed anything so i just grabbed some things from your dresser- and some of those granola bars you like, and there should be a gatorade somewhere in there. and, oh my god, i'm sorry, how are you? i came as soon as they called, and they said you got shot, and-"

"calm down, sweetheart, or yer gonna be the one that needs a hospital bed." ok, simon could still speak that was good, and he was conscious and remembered you.

"i'm sorry. i just got worried, and-" simon knew you well enough to know that you'll worry yourself to death if he lets you keep going, "nothin' to worry about, sweetheart, pull up a chair, you've 'ad stressful few hours."

you practically fell back into the chair that the man with the kindest brown eyes you've ever seen pushed towards you. and for the first time since you arrived, you took a deep, long breath. hand clasped in your lap as you take simon in.

"feeling any better, mrs. riley?"

"she's fine, garrick." 

'garrick' seems utterly unphased by your roommate's- husband's? you can address that later- tone and just continues to smile at you.

"c'mon simon, we just wannae ken 'bout the bonnie lass yer hidin' from yer pals. ye 'aven't even introduced us." you're glad the scot waited until you'd calmed down to start speaking because it took you at least 30 seconds to realize he was even talking about you.

"sweetheart these are the boys, boys this is sweetheart, now fuck off before you scare 'er away"

they didn’t seem like they were going to leave until the older man practically dragged them out saying something about the heaping loads of paperwork they had to do. so will a little wave and a cheeky smile, they were gone.

"so, um, ho-how are you feeling? they, uh, said that you got shot?"

" 'm fine, sweetheart, better knowing i've got a bird at home who'll come runnin' cause she thinks 'm hurt, yeah wife?"

yeah, maybe you'll let the mrs. riley thing go on for a little bit longer.

idk i just really like the idea of simon just picking someone random and being like 'yeah this is it, you're mine now' and they have literally no idea