#Pinterest poses once again

[kirrryash]

Kagome and Tessaiga

(I couldn't choose a pose)

[ddurandals]

[cherrysinner]

─── A DVA IS A DVA 👾

👾 pairing: nerd!rafe x pervert!reader

👾 summary: you surprise rafe when he comes home by cosplaying his video game crush.

👾 warnings / tags: fluff, smut, MDNI!

👾 author's note: did i cosplay dva once… mayhaps.

PERVERT MASTERLIST 👾 RAFE MASTERLIST

rafe had been away for a week now, having gone to visit his family; that was a week too long to be away from the boy you loved for you. rafe was coming back to college today, and you were ready to surprise him.

free amazon prime for students and 18-22 year-olds came in hand when you got the idea for your surprise, and two days after you'd placed your order, you picked it up from the post office with a pleased smile gracing your lips.

rafe had texted you to let you know that he was almost back at college and that he'd stop by his room and then make his way over to your dormitory; little did he know, you'd spent the last week staying in his room because you'd missed him and being in his room, sleeping in his sheets was the closest thing to actually being with him.

now you were laying in his bed, wearing a costume that was just like the one his video game crush, DVA from overwatch wore, but the costume you had on was… a little bit more... revealing. you had her headphones, and you'd done makeup that was just like hers.

you kicked your feet as you had hay day open on your phone, but as soon as you heard the doorknob start turning, you locked your phone and placed it screen down on rafe's bed, doing your best at mimicking a seductive pose you'd seen on pinterest.

rafe's jaw dropped as soon as he saw you laying on his bed, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, "nerf this." you said in a high-pitched voice, trying to imitate the video game character, your boyfriend keeling over in laughter.

"you're impossible." rafe mumbled as he made his way to you, kicking the door closed behind him and kicking his shoes off, rafe's lips crashing onto yours, but as soon as the boy pulled away, you grinned up at him, "i play to win." you winked, making him laugh once again.

within minutes, the costume you'd spent twenty dollars on had been dumped into the corner of the room, and the makeup you'd spent an hour on now smudged all over your face as you sunk down on rafe's cock, letting out a lewd moan that filled his dorm room.

"this..." rafe breathed out, "was the best surprise in the world..." he mumbled, snapping the band of your knee-high socks.

"you know what'd be better?" you moaned, bringing your lips to his, "if i actually tried to play the game." you felt rafe's cock twitch inside of you with excitement, making you grin, "i'm guessing you like that idea…" you purred.

"you…" rafe brought his lips to yours, his hand trailing down to your throbbing clit as his hip rutted up to meet your cervix, your back arching as soon as rafe's finger connected with your bundle of nerves, "have no idea."

"god, rafe…"

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[starglow-xx]

𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡, 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮!

you were invited by your soccer star boyfriend to a blue lock event and there’s a little photo booth! how does that go?

➸ ft! isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, chigiri hyoma

a/n: kept on seeing cute couple photo booth pics on pinterest so if i have to suffer so do you <3 | also! all reference pics are fem bc that's what saved on my pinterest but no gender is specified here :)

isagi yoichi

he’s the one who spots it and asks if you want to go

sweet as always and more than happy to do it with you

thinks you’re cute when you lead him there hand in hand

the two of you spend 5 minutes going through pinterest looking for cute poses to copy

each pic is perfect and no retakes are needed, nails every inspo

10000/10 literally the cutest couple photos ever

you’re tempted to go again but you push that thought aside for now since the event is gonna start right about now

when the 2 photostrips develops you look at him with a cheeky grin

“you’re so boyfriend coded babe”

he gets sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck with pink cheeks

but he recovers quickly and kisses one of your own

“only for you”

your smile softens

“let’s come back to take some more later”

“of course!”

bachira meguru

doesn’t even tell you where he’s going and drags you by the wrist, a grin on his face

the next thing you know you’re squished in with him in the booth and he’s already selecting all the settings

the first picture is normal, the two of you close together with you leaning on him a bit

then bachira starts making goofy faces and the screen captures the pic with you mid laughter

it’s a bit shaky but it’s very you two

the next one you join him in making a silly face at the camera and then for the final one, it’s you two making a silly face at each other

you can’t help but laugh once the picture summary comes up, but regardless, you ask if he’d like to retake anything

he only grins and steals a kiss

he laughs when you get a bit red and pokes your cheek

what a little shit

“nah, don’t need to, they’re perfect”

nagi seishiro

(okay these ones are from my camera roll from playing love and deepspace LOL)

doesn’t react when you start tugging him to go somewhere

it’s routine now really, you pull and he follows

it’s less of a hassle that way

complains a bit when he has to get inside the booth because he’s just so tall

“do we have to? can’t we just…take pictures on your phone?”

you ignore his complaints to mess around with the settings and he watches you quietly

he cooperates for the most part, his face mostly indifferent but he indulges you

he throws up a lazy peace sign for one, holds you close, lets you cling to him, yk just casual boyfriend things

in the last pic you notice how he’s staring at you instead of the camera and you feel your heart warm up just a bit more

he yawns when you both exit the booth and he stares at his copy of a pics before slipping it into his pocket for safe keeping

keeps you extra close for the rest of the night

“...i guess it was worth the hassle”

mikage reo

this man is on it

had a whole ass pinterest board of cute couple photobooth inspo pics all ready waiting for the day you both stumbled across a photo booth

you teased him for it which made him sputter

“im trying to be romantic here!”

in the end you both agreed on doing the poses from IU’s “Love wins all” MV with Taehyung since you both were pretty dressed up for the event

literally couple goals reo was so proud

literally took the two photostrips and held them up with the smuggest look on his face

“i think someone owes me an apology”

you roll your eyes, but it’s playful because the pictures did look really good after all and you had fun too

it’s hard not to have fun when your boyfriend is the mikage reo after all

you press a kiss to his cheek after murmuring a soft thank you

his smile softens and he pulls you close by your waist

“of course, anything for you”

itoshi rin

says no but finds himself in the booth anyways

rin wonders how this became his life and he looks at you picking out all the settings and then he remembers why

tbh is just there when the actual taking pictures part is happening

you’re the one doing all the work and he’s like a grumpy cat

a cute one, but grumpy nonetheless

but despite all that, he lets you do whatever, pulling him close to you by the neck, squishing his cheeks, anything you please

but for the last one, in the last 5 seconds of the countdown he goes, “hey”

obviously you look at him and you squeak when his lips meet yours and then the countdown is over and the pic is taken

when he pulls away and sees your red face, a small smirk makes its way onto his face and he simply gets out of the booth to wait for you outside

not too long later, when you recover from that little stunt of his and walking away together, you tease him about wanting to kiss you

he tchs and looks away but does nothing when you hang onto his arm

“...you’re annoying”

“whatever you say rin rin!”

“never say that again”

itoshi sae

sae didn’t really have a reason to be here, not really but he was there at the blue lock event anyways

the only thing making it bearable was that he was allowed a plus one

if he had to suffer, at least you’d be there too

although he probably could’ve told you about it a bit sooner and time to prepare

you were a little annoyed obviously, but you seemed fine and he thought that was that

no it was not

your little way of getting some sort of vengeance was dragging him into the photobooth

sae deadpans bc why did a blue lock event even have this anyways

“fine, just once”

and for half of them, he’s looking at you instead of the camera

you keep both copies in your purse for safe keeping but when you get home later, can’t find the other one and ask him about it, he tries to gaslight you into thinking you only printed one copy and just being clumsy by remembering wrong

you see right through it anyways and have the biggest shit eating grin on your face

“itoshi sae you have the other copy don’t you?”

“...i don’t”

“sae”

he’s lucky he’s pretty

chigiri hyoma

is totally down

but takes like 5 minutes fixing his hair using the mirror attached to the side of the booth

“hyoma your hair is literally already styled because of the event”

“don’t rush me”

you don’t use any reference pictures and just go with the flow but they turn out really good anyways

your boyfriend seems to think so too and doesn’t let you leave and instead selects all the settings to go again

“looks like someone is excited”

“shut up, the countdown started again”

chigiri is just naturally photogenic so you can’t help but stare at all the pictures after they’re printed, but you also look back and forth between them and him

you’re not being subtle so he takes the chance to teasing you but you manage to turn it around

“i was just thinking that you look better in person”

“wha–”

you stick out your tongue at him playfully and with faint red cheeks, he sighs but it’s fond

the photo booth at this event kickstarted your shared new photo booth pic collection together

a/n: lowkey had this sitting in my drafts for a few days...it was completed but yall finding pictures was hard (i know looking at pictures on pinterest inspired this was but it was still hard) and formatting is sucky too but BAH i hope yall liked this anyways <3

as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

writing belongs to me! please do not plagiarize, repost, or translate on here or any other sites!

[cowpunktroll]

Saw this pose on Pinterest and automatically thought of JD!

Have a mentioned that I like John Dory? No, well it was probably me saying that I love him then~ UGGGGHHHHH, I love when JD has his little 'episodes' of going feral in Great Decisions so much!! And once again its @rydoesartandstuff JD~~ I love this silly lil man so much that I just want to see him burn~~

<3

[humpster35]

|You can’t buy love|

Bf!Chris x fan!reader

Divider from pinterest

|contains: angst, fluff, slight yelling, crying and established relationship

“Chris you don’t have to keep getting me things.” Y/n held the cartier watch in her hand. This was another gift Chris had gotten her since they decided to date. She couldn’t even count how many items she had by him.

Chris sat on the couch and sighed. He knew that if he didn’t spoil her, in his mind, then she would just leave and post about how bad of a boyfriend he was. It was almost like an act he put up.

They met at the Surprise Party Tour. Y/n was allowed V.I.P after Nick liked her energy in the crowd. Or so she was told. It sounds cheesy but, that same morning Y/n just knew her life was about to be changed. It was the same gut feeling she had when she looked into Chris’s eyes.

She didn’t wanna seem like those delusional fans who always thought the triplets wanted them, but there had been signs.

The first time she entered the building, Y/n watched as all the fans screamed looking at her. Or more so, behind her. When she turned around she realized that standing there was Chris Sturniolo, I guess he had been late coming in.

In his hands he held a bag and some equipment. Y/n smiled at the stuff knowing that Nick most likely scolded Chris for being forgetful about bringing it. She moved out of his way and did a simple nod in his direction. Chris walked two steps then stopped and looked back at her.

“Hey, are you gonna be submitting an anonymous confession?”

Y/n shook her head no and laughed.

“No im definitely not gonna embarrass myself like that.”

Chris laughed with her and then scratched his head. He started walking away again and the fans, who were recording the whole moment, starting flocking to her to ask questions.

Once she had found her seat, the left side behind a girl and her sister, she then waited until it started. Y/n’s eyes lit when she saw the countdown end and Nick, Matt and Chris appeared on screen, making their way to the main stage.

The show was amazing. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at seeing their dynamic and arguments in person. The times Chris would glance at the crowd, only to spot her, he held his gaze. The intense beating of Y/n’s heartbeat was drowned out by screaming of excited fans.

During the meet and greet section of tour, Y/n was pulled into a hug by Nick. He seemed really happy to meet her, Y/n didn’t know it, but Chris had told Nick about his interest in her. So with a sly smirk and two second hugs from Matt and Nick—Chris gently pulled Y/n in and held her.

The photographer accidentally snapped a picture of the two together, this caused Matt and Nick to laugh. Y/n smiled at Chris. Their faces were so close now, she could feel the heat emitting from his body, the way his cologne smelled, she saw his freckles on his face and the way his eyes were much more striking.

With a blush appearing on her face, Y/n posed for the picture.

After three months of texting Chris asked Y/n out on an actual date. This led to them dating and she didn’t notice how much he would spend because he would always make sure to throw the tags away—but she knew that it would expensive because of the quality.

This leads to the conversation in the beginning—Y/n is angry at Chris for thinking that he can get her something and it’ll make her stay.

“Why Chris? Why can’t you just talk to me more like a regular person—I don’t need gifts.”

Chris glanced in Y/n’s direction—his eyes scanning her expression. He knew that what she was saying made sense, but he also wanted to show that he could physically care for her.

“You don’t get it you’re not famous.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and laughed dryly. The tears starting to form in her eyes—wiped away by the swipe of her hand.

“Oh yea Chris i’m not famous—I forgot i’m your little fan girl.”

“Oh cut the bullshit Y/n.”

Y/n furrowed her brows and threw the watch down. The sound of glass breaking echoed—Chris flinched at the sudden noise but stood his ground.

“No you cut the bullshit Chris. I love you—do you know how hard it is to be with someone who everyone wants? It’s hard waking up to death threats almost everyday, because some twelve year old thinks I don’t deserve to be with you.”

Y/n’s voice is hoarse—full of pain as she rants to Chris. He watches her hiccup, placing a hand on her chest to help ease her hyperventilation.

“Then I have to come here—visiting you, I just wanna be with my boyfriend. Chris you get me gifts as a way to shut me up. I wanna talk to you—you can’t buy love.”

Chris didn’t speak—he let his feet carry him to the girl standing before him. As she stood there crying, her face all flushed—breathing heavy, Chris’s heart broke. He never even considered how she felt.

He knew he was famous, but he didn’t even think of different things would be for his partner rather than him. Y/n had taken all the heat and internet hate off of him. Chris pulled Y/n in—his hands caressed her hair. He could feel her hands shaking from the overwhelming pressure of expelling her feelings—it was the same feeling Matt got.

“Shh shh—I’m sorry, i’m so sorry Y/n.”

Y/n reached around Chris’s waist and held him. She held him as if she let go—then she would lose him forever. Y/n didn’t wanna be alone again, not when she could have someone like Chris in her life. It wasnt her intention to lash out on him, things had been building and building—Chris gently lifted her face up by holding her chin.

“You’re not a fan girl. I want you to understand that.”

Y/n looked into Chris’s starry eyes—his eyes could drown a thousand wounds. She nodded wanting to hear what he had to say.

“I will always always love you. There is no amount of jewelry —fuckin shoes I could that would ever express and explain how fucking fast my heart beats when looking at you.”

Chris traced Y/n’s jawline, his finger slowly reached her eyes—wiping away the tiny tears.

“The truth is, in my own head—I felt that if I didn’t get you those things,then you would leave.”

Y/n shook her head, as she gently kissed Chris’s chest—her nerves started to calm.

“I’d never leave you Chris. I love you way too much—I don’t think…” Y/n looked away for a second, her mind clearing processing her emotions.

“I don’t think I can breathe without you.”

Chris let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. His whole world stood between his arms—she was unconditionally, completely certain of the love she too shared for him.

“I love you, my Moon—stars, my skin.”

Y/n laughed a bit at the last part. Her demeanor was slowly going back to how it usually was around Chris—calm, happy and flirty.

��Why skin?”

Chris kisses her lips with passion. He pulled back—his hands cupping her face. Her beautiful face in them.

“Because you’re always gonna be with me—on my body. You’re my skin because even when times get rough or dirty, you stay.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and playfully hit his side.

“You’re so corny Christopher.”

Random blurb I had started working on two days ago—just now finishing it up as I work on the actual fics and smuts that have been requested.

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[mangooes]

Yoga Session and a husband

(Name) regretted this decision.

Deeply.

Like, on a spiritual level.

Yoga was supposed to be relaxing. Stretching, breathing, centering herself… not whatever Sylus was turning this into.

“You’re doing great, sweetie,” Sylus purred, lounging behind her with zero struggle as he effortlessly held a pose. His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched her struggle, lips curved in a lazy, teasing smirk.

(Name), meanwhile, was dangling in an inverted position, one leg thrown over his shoulder, arms trembling as she attempted to maintain balance.

"Can you not??," she gritted out.

Sylus chuckled, his grip firm on her waist as he supported her. "Such language, kitten. Yoga is supposed to bring inner peace."

“I’ll bring you inner violence.”

Well you might be wondering...how did it all started?

It began with (Name) trying to drag Sylus into being a ‘healthy’ couple, a trend she had seen on the internet, all her friends and co workers are doing it. Of course she had to drag her husband to do it with her too.

“Come on, sysy,” she had said that morning, straddling his lap while he was still in bed. “We always do intense stuff. Let’s try something peaceful for once.”

Sylus had arched a white brow. “Peaceful?” He yawned dramatically, stretching like a lazy cat. “You do realize you married a criminal boss, right? And why would yoga be fitting for me if i do boxing all the time, sweetie?”

She rolled her eyes with a pleading look. “Pretty pleaseee syy?? I swear it will benefit you in some way! Just acompany me on doing it.”

“Oh?” His smirk widened. “And what’s in it for me, kitten?”

She leaned in, nose brushing against his, voice sultry.

“If you behave,” she whispered, "maybe I’ll wear those cute yoga shorts you like."

Sylus was up in two seconds.

And that was how she ended up dangling upside down like a cat caught in its mother's paws.

They had started off simple—breathing, stretching, basic poses.

Then Sylus, being Sylus, decided to “help” by testing their flexibility.

So now they were in the Couple Inverted Chair Pose, where Sylus held her waist while she arched back over his knee, her hands barely touching the floor.

A perfectly elegant pose. If only she wasn’t one wrong breath away from falling.

“I swear,” she huffed, face flushed from effort, "you’re enjoying this too much."

Sylus, not even breaking a sweat, tilted his head, all innocence. “Enjoying what?”

She glared. “Me struggling. You’re supposed to be focusing.”

“I am,” he mused. “On how adorable you look.”

She gasped when his hand slid a little lower down her waist, fingers grazing her hip.

"Sylus!" she shrieked.

He grinned lazily, completely unapologetic.

"Oops," he drawled. "Slipped."

She kicked him.

Unfortunately, that also made her lose balance.

"AHH—SYLUS!"

She tipped over, and Sylus— still laughing, the absolute menace caught her just before she hit the mat.

She landed sprawled on top of him, her hair a mess, her body pressed against his.

There was silence.

Then—

"...See?" he murmured, voice husky against her ear. “I always catch you.”

(Name), still breathless, narrowed her eyes.

"Yeah?" she muttered, straddling his lap now. “Then let’s see how you handle this.”

Before Sylus could react, she pinned his arms down, grinning wickedly.

“Oh?” His eyes darkened with amusement. “Feisty.”

"Time for revenge," she declared.

And that’s how their yoga session ended with Sylus getting ‘accidentally’ sat on for the next ten minutes. Of course its more of a reward for him. He enjoys it when his wife takes the lead.

when i tell you yoga is very very hard KJDASDNASKJ I DID IT ONCE and i am never doing it again <3 This was inspired by a yoga couple pose i've seen on pinterest and it feels like (yEAH sylus would deff ruin this) everywhere i go i see sylus-

[yuikomorii]

Ayato: Idol AU Headcanons

// Since you guys enjoyed my DL K-pop AU posts, I decided to write some HCs about Ayato, because he was the most talked about. In this AU, the Sakamakis aren’t actual brothers, nor are they vampires; the group’s concept is just the one of a vampire family. Some details here are based on true things about Ayato but have been slightly tweaked to better fit the idol AU. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

He was once a basketball player and even served as the captain of his team. His dedication to the sport often led him to compete in numerous tournaments, causing him to skip many classes.

Ayato was scouted for his visuals. The CEO of REJET LABELS noticed his youthful yet refined features while Ayato was casually walking home from high school.

A former classmate confirmed Ayato’s popularity at school. She also mentioned that people would randomly take pictures of him on the street, and a bunch of his photos are used on Pinterest for inspiration.

Even before starting his trainee period, Ayato was already quite good in both slow and freestyle dancing. After beginning his training, he discovered his rapping abilities.

As a trainee, the first person Ayato befriended was Laito, who remained his closest companion even after debuting. The two are often spotted hanging out together.

Ayato hates doing aegyo. However, during a special episode of the variety show MUKBROS, Kou dared him to sing and dance to a cute song. The performance went extremely viral, skyrocketing his popularity. Despite this success, Ayato has admitted that the experience still gives him PTSD.

Ayato is in high demand for brand deals and appears to be everywhere. Rumor has it he’s poised to become the next Chanel ambassador. Unfortunately, this has led some solo fans of other members to accuse him of favoritism, casting him in a negative light.

He is the first member of the SAKAMAKIS to appear in Vogue, where he was officially recognized as the "IT boy."

He was ranked 1st in top 100 most beautiful faces (male version); one of the reasons why he gained the “Visual God” title within the idol community.

His best known controversy involves plastic surgery. Netizens noticed changes in Ayato’s nose and jaw when comparing his pre-debut photos and videos to his current appearance. A bunch of Dialovers took his side, attributing the changes to puberty, yet others strongly disagreed, spreading hate by making posts about him looking “botched.”

Last year, he partnered with soloist Cardia as a MC. This experience had a mixed impact on Ayato’s image. While some criticized him for occasionally forgetting his lines or laughing and posing in front of the camera while Cardia consistently gave her all, others came to his defense. Many fans and non-fans argued that the criticism was too harsh, pointing out that Ayato was never intended to be the spokesperson of his group, but Reiji. They also emphasized that it was unfair to compare someone with no prior experience to someone used to give speeches.

When asked who he considers the best-looking person he knows, he confidently answered, while giggling, "myself." Shu then posed the same question but added a rule: he couldn’t choose himself again. In response, Ayato admitted that Cardia is a close second.

Despite this, the biggest dating rumor surrounding Ayato involved a possible relationship with the daughter of one of the staff members. Diapatch spotted Ayato with a blonde girl at a private event, and sasaengs later reported seeing them holding hands late at night. Whether they are actually dating remains unclear, but the rumors enraged many of Ayato’s solo stans. Some were so upset that they filmed themselves destroying his PCs and degrading the girl online.

The hate train quickly faded, especially after Ayato's successful solo debut. His fancams went viral, with his styling making him truly resemble a Vampire Prince. This reminded netizens of his iconic performance on MUKBROS, leaving them stunned by his duality. On top of that, his noticeable improvement silenced critics who had dismissed him as "just a visual."

When asked which idol he’d like to get to know better, he mentioned soloist KINO from the same company. A few months later, KINO invited him to his limited-edition web show, where they had the chance to interact, play games and even filmed a TikTok together afterward.

It’s rumored that not only REJET LABELS, but also other companies pressure idols into plastic surgery to resemble Ayato. This theory gained credibility when Zen from Un: Birthday Song looked different in middle school but began resembling Ayato after becoming a trainee, securing his debut spot in a reality competition.

People who have seen Ayato describe him as having an arrogant and bold presence on stage, perfectly fitting his vampire idol persona. However, off-stage, he’s known to be kind to his fans and happy to engage in casual conversations. Recently, a Dialover shared their experience meeting Ayato, saying, “In MVs and concerts he appears untouchable, but in real life, you realize he’s just a normal handsome boy.”

He is frequently described as the ideal type in street interviews, admired for his stunning looks, hardworking nature, and confident personality. Moreover, many trainees have cited him as their role model.

[seleniangnosis]

What makes you Ethereal ?

Ethereal

extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world.

"her ethereal beauty" Similar: delicate exquisite dainty elegant graceful beautiful lovely

heavenly or spiritual. "ethereal, otherworldly visions"

My aesthetics-obsessed Taurus Rising gave me this idea, after I was working on my Pinterest mood board. I'll not focus solely on the above definition but perse, but this reading is meant to hype you up a bit and focus on the energy that you exude and it makes you uniquely you. Enjoy 🤍✨️.

Piles 1-2-3 from left to right.

Pile 1

What makes you ethereal?

The power of your words and the place you speak from. You seem to find wisdom in your own experiences and be able to translate the wisdom gained through hardships, or a quick insightful idea into something more than can wake something into people. (I noticed wrote 'intp' instead of 'into' when typing this in my notes app.. so maybe some of you are an intp personality type.)

You don't yap, you speak with purpose, and those who listen might find themselves comforted by your words even if they don't know you personally.

There's a lot of thought and wisdom behind you, but instead of feeling like your operating from a place of high intelect and emotional coldness, you combine the two, resulting in a soft spoked advice given from the heart.

Pile 2

What makes you ethereal?

Ok, this one is for my slightly dark energy imbued folks... you can't be stopped. When it's time to move on and start a new chapter you go through it without fear, knowing that what's expecting you on the other side is far better than what you leave behind. You might have been afraid of leaving your comfort zone in the past (I'm getting some anxious energy from some of you) but once you did it once and saw the great benefits of being beyond the gates of fear, you never looked back.

You might change your mind frequently (in terms of action you take on the material world or spiritual/thought related matters) and don't look back.

This is not something reckless, it's in those moments you feel a change is needed and you need to start moving forward, cutting everything that's no longer useful that's standing in your way.

But what's truly making you stand out is your diligence and self-assurance that you'll find what you need on the other side.

Instead of the classic dainty ethereal, you bring out some sort of grounding, storm-like energy to it.

Pile 3

As expected my pile 3 is always the spiritually inclined one 🤍✨️, so what makes you ethereal?

For pile 3 I sense this is more like an inner energy that's not always coming out in a conscious way. It's a "vibe" people get from you, an inner side of you that makes people be drawn to you even if they can't explain it.

Unlike pile 2, your energy feels more warmer, deeper, and approachable.

Most of this wise, spiritual energy you possess is working from within your subconscious, guiding you. (Without getting too much into woo-woo stuff, you might have lived multiple lifetimes on earth, or have a lot of spiritual beings guiding you)

This cosmic wisdom you poses is making you walk to your own beat, you let yourself guided by your heart and intuition, instead of societal concepts.

You might have a prominent Neptune placement or heavy cancer/Pisces energy. From all the piles, I can say you embody the classic definition of 'ethereal' the best.

Back to the energy you exude, it seems like, despite most of it working as a guide from within, working from beyond the veil, part of it is directed outwards consciously and with purpose. Are any of you vets? Or donating to animal charities/shelters?

You might not get approached by random people or be shought for by people who need comfort, but your presence might bring that to others. (Again I'm getting the vine of working with animals, someone here might be truly dedicated to such a cause. Of you're reading this, thank you for the good work 🤍✨️)

[sharksimp-03]

The Sounds Of The Forest

Dragon Hunter Sylus x Dragon Reader

The banner I made, using photos from Pinterest.

Summary: (Y/n) has lived a simple and peaceful life in the forest, but her quiet life is interrupted when she stumbles upon a hurt hunter who had just killed one of her kind.   

Word Count: 1,242

A/N: I suck a summaries, but please be kind. This is also the first time I’m sharing my writing outside of my close friends. Feedback is appreciated, as I would love to improve my writing, but please be nice. I hope you enjoy this drabble, and the others will be following shortly. 

Trigger warnings: Blood, swords (nothing gruesome) if I missed anything please let me know

Dividers from @uzmacchiato and @hyuneskkami

The wind rustles through the trees, and the sound of birds chirping cheerfully fills the serene afternoon air. (Y/n) crouches on the forest floor, her hands reaching out to carefully pluck the herbs she needs. She hums quietly to herself, her nimble fingers making quick work of the plants. Once satisfied with her harvest of yarrow and wild ginger, she rose from the ground and deposited her herbs in the pouch attached to her belt. A sudden roar sounded in the distance, and the birds fell silent. (Y/n)’s head whips around, trying to locate the cause of the noise. She stood frozen, trying to listen for movement. The metallic sound of a sword slicing through flesh reached her ears, followed by the roar of a dying animal. She heard a faint groaning coming from where the roar had sounded. Not wanting to meet the same fate, she turned on her heel and quickly made her way back home. 

(Y/n) was getting closer, winding her way through the thick trees of the forest, and she made sure to leave no traces behind. She was nearly there, but the sound of someone stumbling through the trees halted her movements. A deep, pained grunt, followed by the sound of someone collapsing, caused the hair on her neck to stand. She gulped and steeled her nerves before making her way towards the noise. Whoever had fallen was hurt, but she couldn’t let them get closer to her home, not with her most precious possession there. 

(Y/n) continued her approach; she followed the sound of labored breathing and the rustling of foliage as the injured person tried in vain to stand again. (Y/n) stilled when she saw the large man resting against the base of an oak tree, sliver hair swept to one side of his face, falling just below his eyebrows, his long lashes brushing against his cheeks, his face drawn in a grimace as he gripped his abdomen, blood seeping through his fingers, drenching his grey tunic a deep crimson. 

“D-Do you need help, sir?” (Y/n) asked hesitantly, her voice carrying quietly over the noise of the forest. She knew the man needed help, but wasn’t sure he’d accept help from someone like her. Her eyes were cautious but kind as she looked over the man's battered form. 

The man's eyes snapped open, a deep, dark red reminiscent of only the richest rubies the earth could offer. His eyes were filled with hatred as he swung his blade out towards her. 

“Stay back, Dragon,” The man growled through gritted teeth, the timber of his voice dripping with anger and pain. 

(Y/n) flinched back, but she knew people were adverse to her kind; it was common in this part of the country. She held her hands up, hoping the man would lower his sword, seeing that she had no weapons on her. 

“I just want to help you, Sir, I don’t wish for you to bleed on the forest floor. My home is not far from here and I could treat you there,” She said, keeping her voice steady, despite the way her hands trembled. 

The man looked her up and down, assessing how much of a threat she could possibly pose to him. He looked at the dark grey horns sprouting from her forehead, he dragged his gaze to observe the grey to green wings folded against her back, a bright green gem the same color of the lush trees surrounding them embedded in the space between her brows, before nodding faintly. His limbs were growing heavier, and his sword shook with the effort it took to keep his arm outstretched. He wasn’t keen on allowing a dragon to help him, but he didn’t want to die in the forest either. 

(Y/n) smiled lightly, before slowly moving towards the injured man, every movement was careful and obvious so as not to surprise the man and find out just how sharp his blade was. Her hands were gentle but firm as she hoisted him up. The man hissed in pain, and (Y/n) murmured an apology.

The pair slowly made their way to (Y/n)’s home, stopping in front of a vine-covered mountain. (Y/n) pulled back the cover of the vines and walked the injured man into the living area of her home. The man looked around in surprise. The dwelling was warm and cozy, animal furs covered a ledge carved into the stone wall, and a small fire pit was in front of the ledge. A separate room covered by vines rests to the right of the fire pit. (Y/n) gently set the man down on the ledge covered by the furs. She hurried to gather things she’d need: a cloth, a bowl of water, a needle, some thread, and bandages. She settled herself on the floor next to him. 

“I’ll have to take of you shirt to properly asses your wound, is that okay, Sir?” (Y/n) asked with her kind (e/c) eyes, searching his face carefully. 

“Stop calling me Sir, my name is Sylus, and yes, you can remove my shirt,” Sylus said, exhaling sharply, in pain.

“Okay, Sylus. My name is (Y/n). Now stop moving, you’ll only hurt yourself more,” She chastised him. 

Carefully, she removed his bloodied shirt, taking in the large gash across his stomach. Grabbing the cloth, she dipped it into the medicated water before wiping away the blood. With most of the blood cleaned away, she threaded her needle. Just as she was about to pierce Sylus’s skin, the rustling of vines behind her made her pause. The sharp edge of a blade rested against her throat. (Y/n) gulped, a quiet whimper escaping her throat. She closed her eyes in fear.

“Mama?” Came a small voice from behind her, “Are you home?” 

“Yes, baby, I’m home,” She said, her voice quivering with the weight of the blade against her throat. She flared her large wings out, hiding her hatchling from sight. 

“Go back to your room, Allana,” (Y/n) ordered gently, her wings trembling as they barred Allana from seeing the knife against her throat and Sylus from seeing her precious baby. 

“Okay, mama,” Allana said, the sound of her small feet shuffling across the cave floor. She was worried since her mother sounded scared, but she didn’t dare question her reason. 

The leaves separating the main living area from the bedroom rustled as Allana left the room. When the rustling of the leaves stopped, (Y/n) slowly lowered her wings. With her wings folded against her back, she carefully raised her head to look Sylus in the eye. 

“Stay away from my child; she has done nothing wrong. We live here in peace, only taking what we need to survive. I will not let my child live without her mother,” (Y/n) said, her voice dipping low. 

Sylus’s eyes widened as there was a fierce fire burning in (Y/n)’s eyes; they seemed to glow in the dim light of her home. The bright (e/c) of her eyes was blazing with protective instinct.

Slowly, Sylus lowered his blade and placed it at his side, wincing when his movement pulled at his stitches. 

“I won’t touch your baby, (Y/n),” Sylus reassured her, his red eyes softening. He remembered what it had felt like to be that little and completely alone.  

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope the ending wasn’t too abrupt, but I didn’t want to drag this on too much. I might end up making a part 2 if people enjoy it. I am new to posting stuff like this, but I could try to make a taglist? If that’s something that people want, I am eager to learn more, but please bear with me. Comments, likes, and reblogs appreciated :)

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[purinfelix]

pretty as a picture - sim jake ˚⟡˖ ࣪

summary - in which your job as a photographer becomes unexpectedly difficult because of your new model ──── jake x photographer! reader || fluff, first meeting, they're both a little smitten || w/c; 566

a/n: idk what it is with my sudden bursts of inspiration to write for enha but i hope y'all enjoy this !!- the idea literally came to me as soon as i saw the first pic on pinterest lol

"Just a little to the left Jake."

"Like this?" you watch as his brows knit together, curving upwards as he follows your instructions obediently.

"Yes, exactly," you say with a smile, positioning yourself behind the camera lens once more.

You have to say he's one of the most difficult clients you've worked with so far, and being a professional photographer you don't say that often. Though it definitely isn't because of his inexperience or uncooperativeness - actually it's the complete opposite. He follows your instructions exactly, and you can tell he's not new to these sorts of photoshoots. The issue is that every time you find yourself looking through your camera, into his eyes you're caught off guard at the sight of him looking back at you so earnestly - making you lose focus.

It's to the point where this photoshoot, which was only supposed to take twenty minutes, has stretched out to an unbearable one-hour-long challenge. You told yourself you'd finish up soon, though there's something about this concept that you feel you're struggling to capture - or maybe it's the fact that your subject matter is too frustratingly handsome. Whatever it is, it's taking forever and you can feel fatigue taking its toll on you as you let out a soft yawn before walking towards him again.

"Actually, try going back to the right, and maybe straighten up a little," you say, chewing your bottom lip in thought. You're endeared by how obedient he is though - it's almost as if he understands exactly what you want out of him, and is more than eager to deliver.

Still, something doesn't seem right and you can't help but let out a soft laugh at how ridiculously tired you feel - though it's clear this intention didn't come across.

"Wh- am I doing it wrong?" he suddenly asks, round eyes flicking up to you in worry.

"Oh, no-" you rush to reassure him, "it's just, I'm sorry this is taking forever you must be so tired," you sigh.

He only offers a soft smile in response, and a small shrug, "I'm alright, it's not too bad."

You nod back, feeling spurred on by his suddenly genuine response, now determined to complete the shoot for the sake of repaying his patience with you. Before you realise it you're grabbing his wrist gently, pulling it up to rest on the block in front of him and guiding his chin into its hold. It's only when you snap out of your sudden burst of inspiration that you notice just how close you are to him and how softly his gaze lands on you, in a way that makes him look almost in awe with you.

"Like this?" he says, barely above a whisper and you can't help but feel a small amount of pride at the fact that he's only talking to you now.

"Perfect," you hum back, holding back a smile as you rush back to the camera to capture his pose. It's only once you're behind the lens that you notice the smile spread across his face and light blush tinging his cheeks, which you tell yourself is just the job of the makeup department. Though it's hard to deny the way he looks straight into the camera lens, almost through it to you - meeting your eyes warmly as you take his picture and without even checking it you know it's perfect.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chapter 18: Family Photo Shoot

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Paring: Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: ultimate UConn trio... back at it again

P.s.-yes I know that's ice in the 3rd pic but it fit the vibe here oki....

Welcome to the chapter 18 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

It all started with a simple idea. Well, at least, it seemed simple when Paige and KK proposed it.

"Let’s do a family photo shoot around campus," Paige suggested for the second time since bringing up on the way back, from the Storms game last week, lounging across my bed while scrolling through her phone. "We’ve been matching jerseys, matching vibes—let’s document it."

I shot her a look. "Wait, you mean, you want us to take cute pictures together? On campus?"

KK, always ready for anything, piped up from the corner of the room. "Exactly! It's about time we really commit to this ‘family’ thing."

I sighed but couldn't help the smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "You're crazy, both of you."

Paige nudged me. "Oh, come on, it’ll be fun! We’ll make it look like we’re the coolest, most wholesome little family ever. Plus, we can film some TikToks while we're at it!"

And so, we were off. Paige grabbed my Polaroid camera, KK armed herself with her phone for TikTok purposes, and we ventured to campus, where we began our spontaneous "family photo shoot."

We started by the fountain near the library, posing dramatically in front of the iconic UConn sign, our matching gear almost blinding in the sunlight. Paige, of course, insisted on giving each photo a playful theme. One was a “family dinner” shot, where we pretended to laugh at something that only we found funny. Another was a “vacation photo,” where we all leaned against the sign like we’d just arrived at some far-off exotic destination.

KK couldn’t stop laughing as we messed with different props—my camera, Paige’s jersey, and KK’s beanie that she kept pulling over our heads in each shot.

“You two are ridiculously cute,” KK said between giggles. “I’m living for this. It’s like a Pinterest board in real life.”

After a while, we decided to take a break by the basketball court. We sat down, still in our matching jerseys, snapping pictures as a breeze swept through. The chemistry between us was undeniable—the laughter, the inside jokes, the casual touches that had long become a part of our daily routine.

Paige wrapped her arm around my shoulder, resting her head against mine for one photo, and KK crouched in front of us, trying to catch the perfect candid shot.

"Okay, okay," KK said, holding up her phone. "We need something more fun. Let’s do some TikTok dances. This is the perfect time to get a little goofy."

We moved from one spot to another, setting up the camera to capture our ridiculous dance moves. Paige and I, being completely uncoordinated, tried to follow KK’s lead as she showed us some trending TikTok dance moves.

"Left, right, right, left," KK instructed, laughing as we both tried (and failed) to get the timing right.

Paige raised an eyebrow, clearly struggling to keep up. "I am not going to be famous on TikTok for this."

I nodded in agreement, trying not to laugh too hard. "KK, we look ridiculous."

But KK was unstoppable. She expertly spun around, doing the “tripped-out” move she’d been practicing. I had no idea what it was, but the way she made it look easy made me feel like I could do it too.

"Here, let me show you," KK said, before pulling Paige and me into position again. "All you have to do is boom, boom, boom and trip out."

We both stared at her. "Trip out?" I echoed.

"Yeah, like this." KK did the move once more, effortlessly. "Come on, Y/N, Paige can barely do it, but still does it. Just let go of your coordination for once!"

It took a few tries, but soon enough, Paige and I were doing the most absurd “trip out” moves, laughing hysterically as we messed it up in the funniest ways possible. KK filmed the entire thing, even adding music to it for the ultimate TikTok effect.

As if the day wasn’t already chaotic enough, we decided to take it up a notch. Paige texted the team, convincing everyone to meet us at the gym later that night for an impromptu photo shoot in their game uniforms.

"Is everyone on board for the late-night photo shoot?" KK asked in the team group chat.

The responses came in fast:

• Azzi: "I’m in. What are we wearing?"

• Sarah: "Uniforms? Is this a joke?"

• Morgan: "Let’s do it."

• Ice: "Better be worth it."

• Jana: "Bet let's gooo!"

• Aubrey: "who's idea, bro?"

I couldn’t stop smiling as we all gathered at the gym later that night, the basketball court empty except for us. The fluorescent lights above hummed softly as the team gathered, still in their uniforms, but clearly ready for whatever KK had planned.

"Okay," KK said, adjusting her phone’s camera. "This is gonna be iconic."

We lined up in the center of the court, our game faces on—well, not exactly. Paige couldn’t help but crack a grin as she stood next to me, her arm casually slung around my shoulder. KK darted around, snapping pictures, calling for different angles.

Every shot was more chaotic than the last, but the energy between us felt real. This was family. The team felt like home, and in those moments, we were all equally ridiculous and joyful together.

By the time we were done, KK was already in the process of setting up an Instagram account. "We’re officially a family now," she said. "We need a place to showcase our art."

And just like that, the @unoffical_bueckersfam account was born.

"Do we really need a family account?" I asked, still grinning as I watched KK upload the first batch of pictures.

"Absolutely," Paige replied, nudging me. "You’re stuck with us now."

I laughed, taking a picture of Paige and KK as they struck ridiculous poses together. "Fine. But I’m not doing matching family outfits for the holidays, when they roll around."

The family photo shoot pics went live soon after, and the responses started flooding in almost immediately. Fans were loving our antics. Some even started calling us “the UConn First Family.” The comments section was a mix of laughs and admiration:

• Okay, but can we talk about how cute they are?

• I’m obsessed with the ‘family’ vibes. They’re like the ultimate trio.

• Didn't know this was a trio I needed until now.

• Omgg we live, laugh, and love their friendship with each other.

• When’s the next family photo shoot? I’m living for this content.

• Best trio at UConn ngl

• Oops they do be giving parents and child vibes for real

• the kiss on cheek Alexa que that should be me by Justin Bieber

I couldn’t help but smile as I scrolled through the comments.

KK was right. We were creating something special. And as absurd as the idea of a family photo shoot had been, I wouldn’t have wanted to share this with anyone else.

It was us, all of us, together. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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       -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

Tag list: @sayurireidotcom , @astroeliza , @paxaz535 , @0phantom0 ,.... (more to be added)

[unlimitedartblock]

In a kiss lies so much more than touch,

And my life has found a new temptation!

And ecstasy has meaning once again!

(pose inspiration from pinterest, presumed credits are for @/ascxm127127!)

[fourstarsoutofnine]

Last post about this art I swear. It’s done. Meme under the cut.

Once again thank you melon soup on Pinterest for the pose ref

[whimsyfinny]

Sunshine & Smoke

Chapter 1

Pairing:Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Summary: Sam and Dean have been following their father’s trail even after he’s gone, following leads from his journal and tying some loose ends. When they read of an unusual store he used to visit in the town they happen to be passing through, they can’t help but take a look - meeting (Y/), an omega on the edge, and when Dean saves her from a shitty situation, life could talk a turn in a whole different direction.

A/B/O dynamics, eventual smut

Warnings: language, violence, attempted assault

Chapter Word Count: 3986

—-MDNI—-

A/N: FIRST OF ALL IM SO SORRY. I know it’s been months since I’ve posted anything, but tbh there is a reason and you’ll find out soon enough aha. SECOND OF ALL this is my first a/b/o fic! It won’t be a long one, tbh I intended for this to be a one shot but it would have been waaaaay too long haha. Anyway I hope you like it! It’s only been proof read by moi so please let me know of any errors!

Photos from Pinterest

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Shit. Shit. 

“Fuck!” 

I threw the empty pill bottle across my bathroom, watching as it ricocheted off the confined tiled walls before landing pitifully at my feet. Empty. 

Again. 

It seemed as though I was going through these scent blockers and heat suppressants faster than normal, which didn’t sit right. I only take one of each a day. Right? Thinking as hard as I could, my mind wandered back to the half dozen late shifts I’d stayed and worked over the last month. I would take an extra blocker a couple of hours before I was set to walk home after closing - normally around midnight. That’s almost an extra weeks worth of pills I’d used… Shit. 

“No use fretting over it now,” I muttered to myself as I hastily applied my mascara, almost blinded by the harsh white light framing the bathroom mirror. I took a step back as I finished acknowledging that my hair wasn’t going to play ball today and to just roll with the shitty cards the universe had dealt me. With already slightly smudged make up, I huffed in annoyance before I strode into my bedroom and threw on the outfit I’d laid out for myself. I poked my fingers through my tights three times, pulled the button off my shorts, stabbed myself with the safety pin I had used to replace said button, and got a white deodorant stain on the side of my black tank top. Luckily my flannel hid the stain and my boots went on without incident, allowing me to leave my apartment with an almost level head. I just had to pray to anything or anyone that would listen that I would make it to work unscathed. 

And that I didn’t catch the attention of any dickhead alphas.

Deans POV

“Hey Sammy, I remember dad saying something about a Hunters store around here,” I said over the music, one hand tapping the wheel and the other hanging out the window. The sun was out for once, and with it being late spring, the temperature was comfortable enough to drive slow with the windows down. The scent of food and freshness wafted on the warm breeze as I looked around, hoping my memory was serving me right.

“Yeah I think you’re right Dean,” Sam said, flicking through the pages of dads journal until he found what he was looking for. “‘Deadmans’ Emporium’, he wrote that it poses as a holistic store but doubles as a Hunters shop. He mentions a password though to get access.” 

“A password? Seriously? Did he write the magic word down?” I shook my head - these people should know a freakin’ Hunter when they see one. I continued to look out the window as I heard the turning of pages, listening as Sam searched for an answer. I took a deep breath, guessing dad didn’t write it down. Fucking typical. As I inhaled, the most delicious smell filled my senses - it was almost mouth watering, and I could practically feel the saliva pooling over my tongue.

“Shit, do you smell that? There must be a pie shop around here,” I pulled over and parked against the curb before Sam had a chance to say anything. Just as I was about to get out, he sighed. 

“Dean I don’t smell anything, you’re thinking through your stomach again.”

I sniffed the air again, practically tasting the apple and cinnamon as we both stepped out of the car, the metal doors creaking before they were slammed shut.

“Dude, are you getting sick? You seriously can’t smell that?” I frowned at him as we both stood on the sidewalk, my gaze travelling up and down the rows of shops and cafes; not spotting a single bakery or pie store. 

Well that's fucking weird.

I took a step back, the scent felt closer than before and with my stomach distracting me, I didn't see the person walking behind me until I'd bumped into them.

“What the fuck - watch where you're going!”

A sharp yet feminine voice cut through the air, and I turned to face her just in time to see her rip off her headphones. Before I could even get a word out, an unmistakable scent of anger and apprehension surrounded me, almost blotting out the heavenly smell from before. There was no mistaking it; she was an omega. And a grumpy one at that.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there - no need to bite my head off, geez,” I held my hands up in mock surrender, the bitterness of her frustration fading from my senses. She clicked her tongue against her teeth before shoving her headphones back on.

“Alphas,” was all she muttered before storming away.

I lowered my hands as Sam tentatively came to stand beside me, as though he was wary that the feisty omega would suddenly race back and punch him.

“What was that all about?” He breathed, as he watched after her.

I shrugged.

“Fuck if I know. She definitely wasn’t on scent blockers, that’s for sure. Could sense her bad mood a mile off.” I couldn't help but glance around a little more, hoping to catch sight of that hidden pie shop that was so clearly evading us. Upon realising that it was nowhere to be found and the previously lingering scent had now diminished with the breeze, I gave up on those efforts and went back to the task at hand: finding that Hunter store.

Y/Ns POV

The shop was the same as it was every day; with boxes and baskets of hundreds of different crystals and rocks and charms stacked neatly against the walls. Incense  lined one of the walls in varying types, colours and quantities, whilst all manner of candles cluttered a table in the middle of the room. Suncatchers hung in the open window, splattering rainbows onto every surface as wind chimes sung in the soft breeze. Everything from body jewellery to oil burners was available for purchase.

“You look like a ray of fucking sunshine,” my beta colleague, May, chirped from behind the counter as she shuffled her tarot deck, long nails and rings clacking together.

“Thanks, that makes me feel loads better,” I rolled my eyes at her, quickly dumping my backpack and headphones in my locker out back before returning to her at the main desk. “I ran out of scent blockers and heat suppressants this morning and I haven't had a heat for a while. I'm just on edge, I guess, knowing it could arrive any day now.”

Her expression softened as I sat on an old bar stool beside her, leaning across the counter.

“You want me to give you something herbal for it?”

I couldn't stop my nose from scrunching.

“That stuff literally tastes like dirt. Plus it's bitter.”

May grinned.

“It's not supposed to taste good, you know that right? It's medicine. Medicine never tastes good.”

“Yeah well, I'd rather wait for more pills thanks. I felt like I was burping up mud for a week the last time you gave me that goop.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, returning to shuffling her cards.

No more than half an hour had ticked by when the bell jingled and the door to the shop opened. I’d been organising the body jewellery display when I looked up to greet them, a forced smile on my lips.

“Good morning! Welcome to Deadman’s.”

“Hi- oh, Sammy, look who it is - it’s little miss sunshine.”

The moment he opened his mouth to talk, I remembered him straight away from this morning. How could I forget the alpha who stood on my foot and brushed his arm against mine, leaving behind an annoyingly pleasant scent behind - something akin to woodsmoke and fresh leather. It took a lot of deep breathing during the rest of my walk and ten minutes standing next to the burning sandalwood as soon as I arrived to get rid of it. I couldn’t help but huff and roll my eyes, glancing over at May who was laying a complex spread of tarot and oracle cards combined, looking for any sort of assistance from her. Yet, unsurprisingly, she looked at the two men and nodded, throwing me a wink and a thumbs-up. Not what I needed. 

“What can I say,” I said eventually in a dull tone, crossing my arms, “I’m always so thrilled when an oblivious alpha stands on my foot.”

The taller of the two chuckled slightly before shrugging, knowing that I was likely completely in my right to feel defensive from the get-go here. The broader one simply widened his eyes and scratched the back of his neck, looking more apologetic than before. 

“Yeah,” he looked me dead in the eye, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to - I was looking for pie.”

“Pie?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, pie,” he said again, without any further elaboration. 

“Ooh!” May suddenly perked up, clapping her hands as her bracelets jingled loudly, “apparently (Y/n) smel-”

“Ok!” I practically jumped in front of her, cutting her off abruptly and saving myself from any possible embarrassment that she might spew about me. I glanced towards the door where the two men were still standing, watching us with slight amusement. 

“Anyway,” I started, smoothing the invisible wrinkles from my tank top, “Is there anything we can help you gents with today?”

They seemed to both suddenly remember why they were here and stepped further into the shop, clearing their throats as their boots thudded against the exposed floorboards. 

“Uh, yeah, we’re looking for a shop that sells what might be considered unusual or… occult… items, and we’ve been led to this place by our dad. Apparently he used to be a regular here.”

May and I shared another look, this time one of caution as she stopped what she was doing and I placed the box of body jewellery down on top of the display cabinet. 

“Huh,” I bit my lip as I watched the two strange men shift under our sudden scrutinous gazes. With my arms now folded across my chest, I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, letting the silence hang for a second. “So… who’s your daddy dearest?”

“Oh uh, his name was John. John Winchester,” the tallest one spoke, a sudden sadness on his features, vanishing as soon as it appeared.

The air suddenly felt cold in my lungs. He said ‘was’. John Winchester ’was’ their father. John.

“John’s your dad?” My voice cracked slightly, hoping I didn’t hear them correctly.

“Why did you say ‘was’? What do you mean ‘was’?” May was suddenly on her feet behind the front desk, a look of panic shining in her wide eyes.

The two men looked at each other briefly before the broader alpha spoke this time.

“He died, a few months back,” his voice was gruff with bottled up grief. I could tell just from one look at him that this was a man who didn’t talk about his feelings, who didn’t shed tears in his sorrow, regardless of how smothering it was. And I know first hand just how suffocating that sadness could be. He swallowed an invisible lump in his throat just as May let out a quiet sob as my chest suddenly felt tighter than before.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I all but whispered, smothering my own sadness. “So that means that you boys are Dean and Sam,” I looked between them as May brushed past me into the back of the store, unable to control her tears. They shared a look of surprise. 

“Your dad spoke about you a lot, you know,” I unfolded my arms from my chest and relaxed my stance a little, stepping around them slowly until I reached the front door which I locked with a loud CLICK. They both looked at me quizzically.

“He did?” The tallest one, who I assumed to be Sam, asked with a questionable tone and raised brows. I smiled, yet the sadness stopped it from reaching my eyes.

“Yeah,” I started walking towards the back of the store where May had gone, gesturing for the boys to follow. “I could tell he was proud of you and what you did. To be honest, we should have realised something was up when he didn’t stop by.”

“He came by often?” The infuriatingly pleasant scented one, who must have been Dean, asked, his attention piquing.

“Yeah, you didn’t know?” I pushed open a heavily decorated wooden door, the fabric of the tapestries pinned to its surface were soft to the touch. He huffed.

“No, we didn’t,” Deans tone was abrupt, so I felt it best to leave the conversation at that. Of course, these guys have lost their father and the last thing that they probably want is some stranger barging in on their business. 

“Well,” I started, adding one last final detail before diverting the conversation away, “he always phoned ahead to order certain supplies-”

“Supplies?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, nothing ever too major, normally it was simple things like herbs and specialist bullets, or the occasional talisman or lore book. He was supposed to make a collection a few weeks ago actually; an order for a bunch of books and new rosaries. We should have known something was up when he didn’t show, considering he normally arrives like clockwork armed with breakfast and coffee.” I couldn't stop my lip from twitching in a fleeting fond smile, before quickly dropping it and wringing my fingers awkwardly. The room was quickly becoming pungent with the smell of grief and sadness, the scent bitter on my senses as I tried to figure out who it was coming from; or if it was simply from the both of them.

I wiped my hands on my tights and cleared my throat before leading them further into the back of the shop. We passed through our combined staff and locker room, Sam having to duck under the occasional low-hanging dream catcher before approaching a large steel door adorned with half a dozen locks of varying sizes and painted with a handful of different sigils. I’d already entered the room earlier in the day, so all it took was for me to slide one large bolt across for the thing to swing open.

“Well that’s not creepy as shit,” I heard Dean mutter under his breath as the two peered into the pitch black room. I couldn’t help but chuckle, striding past them and into the looming shadows that reached every corner. Even when I flicked on the light, illuminating rows and rows of shelves housing meticulously labelled boxes, the air still felt heavy and thick as though we were deep underground in a cave or cellar- not a mere backroom. 

“Wow, it’s like an evidence lock up in here,” Sam said quietly, his eyes surveying the area before stepping in.

“Yeah,” I breathed, walking over to a particular box on the far side of the room labelled in big black letters; “WINCHESTER”. “Keeping some of the items that we do under lock and key definitely requires the same level of organisation - if not more.” I pulled the box off the shelf, the weight of it taking me by surprise as it almost slipped from my grip. Before I even had a chance to catch it, Dean was at my side, sliding his arms round the box and bearing most of the weight in an instant. The gasp that flew from my lips when his rough fingers grazed mine was involuntary, and I made the mistake of looking up at him to thank him. His eyes, the same green as a forest at dawn pierced into my own and that familiar scent of woodsmoke and leather wrapped around me, catching me off guard. I quickly pulled away, unable to stop the heat from creeping up my neck and across my cheeks. He looked as though he was about to say something when his voice seemed to catch in his throat, his eyes widening as they flitted about my features.

“Y-you - it was you-” he stuttered, his chest rising and falling a little faster than before.

“What-”

“Dean what are you-” Sam had started to interject with concern before Dean cut him off.

“Pie,” he said abruptly.

“What are you on about?” 

“You’re the pie,” he snapped his head around to look at Sam, “She’s the pie- from earlier,” the tone of his voice was a flurry of emotions and I couldn’t seem to pinpoint a single one to latch onto. Sam simply stood up straight and tilted his head, a look of curiosity finding his features and a small smile on his lips.

“Huh, how about that,” was all he said before May burst into the room, her jingling jewellery always reminding me of a cat with a bell on its collar. Her face was flushed and blotchy, eyes puffy and nose a little pink. She was clearly devastated to hear about John. They’d always had good conversations when he arrived an he had always treated us like good friends or family.

“What's going on in here?” She asked, and I was surprised to not hear a tremble in her voice.

“Well,” Sam began before myself or Dean could even open our mouths, “Dean says that (Y/n) smells like pie.”

“Huh,” May huffed, her expression now almost identical to that of Sam's from before. “How about that.”

The afternoon had passed by without further incident. We introduced ourselves properly and they did the same, even showing us some of their dads journal from where he’d written about us on occasion after his visits. The brothers had collected the items their father had ordered, as well as purchased a few things of their own before giving their thanks and heading out. Evening had rolled around and the sky was flushed with pinks and oranges as the sun began to dip behind the buildings. I peered between the suncatchers out of the front window, apprehension starting to bubble. It would be dark within the hour and I still had to walk home. No scent blockers to mask the fact that I was an omega with an impending heat - the whole ordeal with Deans blissful scent filling my head earlier hadn't helped in the slightest, and I'd felt warm ever since. The walk to my apartment wasn't long, but it was long enough for something to go horribly wrong.

“Want me to walk home with you?” May offered politely as she switched the lights off, draping her bag over her shoulder, her whimsical outfit glowing in the last rainbows from the suncatchers. I shook my head, knowing she needed to get home.

“It's ok, I'll power walk like a bitch and get home in 5 minutes,” I grinned, offering an ounce of confidence. She didn't seem convinced, yet she didn't argue.

“Just text me when you get home, ok?” 

“Of course,” I reassured her as we both stepped outside, locked the store, and went our separate ways. 

Despite my headphones being comfortably on my head, I played no music. As a result it only made the thud thud thud of my boots on the pavement more deafening as I hurried home, eager to avoid hungry eyes. The air was beginning to chill, yet it acted more like a cooling balm for the heat that had started to prickle under my skin. At this point, it was hard to tell if my exertion or my heat was to blame for that, and now was seriously not the time to find out. 

Every shadow painted on concrete surfaces by the setting sun set me on edge, every flutter of a birds wings made my heart palpitate, and every person I passed nearly stopped me in my tracks. I did my best not to pay attention, but I couldn't help but feel the gazes from heads turned when my scent reached them, often bringing them to a halt. 

Halfway. I was almost halfway home when the one sound I didn't want to hear sounded loud and clear, sinking to the pit of my stomach with dread - heavy footsteps racing up behind me. One pair at first, but another quickly joined, though a little further away. With the fear of what could possibly happen to me looming just on the horizon, I broke into a run without even looking back, making it no more than a few strides before a hand wrapped around my wrist in a painful grip and spun me around. At first I was petrified - frozen stiff by this aggressive, unknown alpha that had decided to try his luck. I didn’t recognise him, but he didn’t look like anything out of the ordinary - just an average guy on the outside. Though the slightly crazed glint in his eye along with his almost sour scent and the way he licked his lips was enough to make my stomach churn and skin crawl. I squeezed my eyes shut as he yanked me closer to him, my headphones clattering to the ground when something else happened. A silver lining to my impending doom. A figure, tall and dark and moving fast on long strides appeared behind my attacker, standing almost a whole head above him and with an expression that could make death itself quiver in his boots.

Dean 

Barely having a chance to process anything that was unfurling in front of me, Dean had yanked the Alpha back by his shoulders with a grip strong enough to make the first crunch. The second crunch was one of high impact; a blunt force colliding with a jaw, possibly dislocating it and splattering teeth and blood across the pavement. And the third crunch was more of a sickening thud as a limp body hit the floor. I stood frozen to the spot, my mind unable to keep up with everything unfurling in front of me. Though I jumped into action as soon as I saw Dean reach from the attackers limp body, wearing a face of fury, his fist still clenched.

“Dean- Dean you don't- you'll kill him,” I panicked, not knowing what he was fully capable of as an alpha. Knowing he was John Winchester's son, I would assume he was capable of terrible things, even if they were heroic at heart. Reaching for him, I wrapped my fingers around his arm. He was without his leather jacket now, despite night drawing in, and I was surprised to feel how hot his skin was beneath this flannel. It almost made me flinch, if it wasn't for the fact that I had to do something now before this stranger became flesh coloured jelly on the sidewalk. It didn’t help the situation that passersby were all beginning to stop and watch the scene unfold.

“Dean,” I pleaded, using both hands now to try and pull him away. He growled, a sound that almost made my heart dance. 

“This scumbag was about to fucking run off with you,” he turned to me, eyes wide.

“I know, and he didn't - you saved me, Dean, he can't hurt me now. But we need to go, I need to get ho-”

“I should make sure he's dead,” he made to step forward again, but then something unusual happened. I did something that I've never done before, and in all honesty it was as though I had no control over the words that left my lips.

“Alpha,” my voice was firm yet pleading as I tightened my grip on his arm. He froze. “Please. Please Alpha, we need to go.”

He faced me, eyes still wide, but the murderous rage was quickly dissipating. Silence hung between us for a few breaths before he sighed and relaxed enough for me to relinquish my grip on him.

“Ok,” he said, “but we’re making sure you get there safely.”

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[crystalreydraws]

I absolutely love your art style. I want to start to draw but I don't know where to start. do you have any tips? pointers? I would really appreciate that 🥺

I admire your work so much. 🥺

Based on my own experience, if you have absolutely zero drawing experience, I’d suggest picking your favorite manga and learning to draw the characters. Start with sketchbooks. There is no need to worry about digital art yet.

Study the official art style and pay attention to how they draw hair, eyes, body proportions, clothing folds, shoes, side and back views of human, linework, shadows, and so on. Try drawing different characters too. This helps train your observation skills, sense of line weight, and muscle memory.

Once you’re familiar with that, take what you’ve learned and move on to another favorite manga. Adapt to its art style as well, and figure out which parts you like better than the previous one. Absorb those elements and combine them. Then repeat the process again and again.

Eventually, you’ll develop your own drawing method, inspired by a variety of sources. This is important, because you should always be inspired by more than just one.

And that’s all you need to know to get started!

What comes next is building your knowledge.

Once you feel confident enough to take on more of a challenge, you can start exploring things like human anatomy, composition, color theory, and so on. You can always search for references on Pinterest, just type something like anatomy reference.

For anatomy study, try doing pose studies using real human photos or action figure references. Focus on analyzing muscles, gesture flow, and shape language. Drawing character turnarounds can help too. It works best if you have an action figure you can take pics from different angles.

You can even make it more fun by turning your studies into fanart. Use the pose for a character you like, and gather extra references for clothing and body types to support your imagination. Always find multiple references and combine them. The right visual reference can save you hours of struggling with how to draw something.

If you feel tired while learning, it’s totally okay to take a break. Draw whatever makes you happy, or don’t draw at all. Just rest and come back when you’re ready.

Or try learning something else that sparks your interest. Maybe your strength lies in color sense or composition. You don’t have to master every skill. Just keep going.

Also, if you’re already at this stage and want to get into digital art, you can consider investing in a PC or laptop if you don’t already have one, a tablet, and a drawing software like Clip Studio Paint or anything else that works for you.

That’s all. Good luck and start drawing! 🙌