#Rulie crop top

[lele5429]

Is this what Rulie has under this crop top up his sleeve?

Meme edit based on a brilliant idea by @not-freyja

[pocketramblr]

Breaking in a new program with some Worst Day Of Blorbo's Life sketches (description under cut)

(blood like yours is special, it sings to me...)

Image description: three sketches of Hyrule from Linked Universe, wearing his crop top/binder thing without the detectable sleeves and plain trousers, and kneeling. Each sketch has an excerpt of the fic "Blood Like Yours" by Gintrinsic next to it.

The first sketch is from behind, Hyrule turning to look over his shoulder. Cuts on his arm and the scar from his own shadow on his torso are visible. The text next to him reads: "He did not know specifically what was in store for him, but he was under no illusions that he would be spared from torture. Until then, he swore himself to the Courage he’d been born to wield. / “You always were quiet. Not like your predecessor. No, your fire is kept to your eyes.” Ganondorf nodded approvingly."

The next sketch is from the front, Hyrule forced to look upwards, and revealing his wrists are in cuffs chained together. The text next to him reads: ""Perspective? You? You’ve done the same thing every cycle. We both have. What makes this any different?” / “Everything is different now. Blood like yours is special. It sings to me of magic, and of memory.”"

The third sketch is from the front-side, Hyrule hunched over completely, with a chalice on the ground near him. His left hand is visible with the triforce on the back, and his face is hidden by his hair. The text next to him reads: "A trick, only a trick. He lies! His breaths came faster and faster. His whole body hurt, and he was so thirsty. He didn’t want the wine. His friends were coming for him. He hurt."

[baileyboo2016]

crop top rulie makes me go feral

[breannasfluff]

Coat Hyrule and Legend, but with Wings instead of a jacket!!

[ COAT ]:     as they go for a hug, the sender opens out their jacket so the receiver can “share” it, warming them up as best they can while they hug.

Normally Legend is the one who’s cold with his thinner feathers. He’s built for the tropics, not the sharp chill of fall. Today, though, he’s bundled in an oversized sweater and one of Ravio’s spare scarfs. 

Wild is off bothering Twilight, trying to climb on the raptor’s shoulders–to his delight, weirdo–and Hyrule is standing nearby. Unlike Legend, he’s in his normal overalls and crop top. His wings are fluffed against the chill and half around himself, but he’s still shivering.

“Rulie,” Legend calls softly, and follows it up with a chirp. “Come here, I’m tired of watching you shiver.”

“I’m fine!” Still, Hyrule starts sidling over.

“You can always borrow a sweater from someone if you’re cold. Don’t you have one?”

Hyrule mumbles some excuse and the bowerbird makes a mental note to find him some more warm clothing, just in case. Hylia knows Wild has enough of it and would be happy to share. 

The brown thrasher is almost to Legend before he pauses and runs a critical eye over Legend. “Aren’t you normally cold?”

“Yes, but I’m all bundled up. You know, like a sane bird.”

“Wild hasn’t changed!”

“And Wild is insane. What’s your point?”

Hyrule chortles, because it’s true. Even if they love their flockmate, Wild, well, lives up to his name.

Legend flaps his wings slightly. “Come over here and give me a hug. You’ll warm up.”

With a coo, Hyrule moves the last few steps to huddle into the bowerbird’s arms. Goddesses, he’s shivering! Legend wraps his wings around them both, confining Hyrule to a fluffy prison. Between his own fluffed wings and Legend’s, the space between them heats up rapidly. 

Hyrule gives a contented sigh and relaxes, arms finally unclenching from in front of his chest. “Thanks, Ledge.”

“Anytime. But you’re putting on a sweater after this or I’m siccing Time on you.”

Hyrule’s warble is half laughter, half outrage.

Prompt List

[jmrothwell]

I have never been this sick before I'm sorry did I, haha this is so weird, but did I confess my love for you? f- four times? yeah? haha oh for Rulie?

It’s a rough morning for them all. Unable to sleep for a variety of reasons but the biggest being Reggie. Sometime after 1 he does take a turn for the better. But Alex’s nerves refuse to settle long enough, too preoccupied reminding him of how much of a close call the last time any of them got anywhere near this sick was. 

Eventually Alex gives up on sleep and relocates to the kitchen. Either Luke had the same idea or never bothered to go to bed in the first place. He sits at the counter, pen scratching at the pages of a notebook, though he stares off into space more than does any writing. Bobby joins them shortly after sunrise, silently searching for something to eat.

They all pause when Reggie stumbles his way to the counter. Sitting down with a groan, and mumbled reassurances he’s all right.”

“I just wanted to say sorry about messing the gig up last night.” Reggie croaks out, his head slowly inching closer and closer to the counter top the longer he sits at the counter. None of them blame him of course, but they don’t get a chance to say so.  “Thanks for getting me home, too, by the way. And sorry about all the shit I was rambling last night”

Alex and Bobby exchange a grimace as Luke grits his teeth. If Reggie’s sick rambling was anything like his drunk rambling then there is only one thing he could have been talking about. Not a problem usually, except last night they weren’t the ones he was rambling too.

“Reg, we didn’t take you home.” Luke cautiously says, not expanding on how he, Bobby, and Alex had to stay behind to beg the manager to let them reschedule for a different night. Reggie would only blame himself further, and he’s in bad enough shape without worrying himself worse. 

“Then who?” Reggie asks, his voice partially muffled now that he’s on the verge of falling asleep on the counter. 

Alex silently debates with Luke and Bobby about whether or not they should say anything. It’s possible they can be overreacting. They honestly don’t know what Reggie rambled about after all. 

“Julie took you home with Ray’s help.” Bobby finally says and the three of them brace for Reggie’s potential freak out.

“That’s nice of them.” Reggie mumbles shifting on the counter. And the atmosphere eases around Alex. A collective sigh of relief, and wondering what other potentially embarrassing thing Reggie had rambled about that he felt the need to apologize for.

Bobby resumes his search for food while Luke goes back to scribbling in his notebook. Alex has his phone out debating giving that cute guy in the Crop Top he met last night a text. 

“Wait.” Reggie’s voice gets them all to stop again, and Luke nearly topples off his stool trying to catch Reggie from unsteadily swaying to the floor. “Julie? Like Julie-Julie? That Julie?”

Alex bites back the laugh that almost forces its way out of his chest at Reggie’s lack of descriptors. Apparently, sick Reggie is much less articulately descriptive than drunk Reggie.

“If you’re referring to your ‘voice of an angel’ Julie.” Bobby says, despite Luke’s silent protests. “Then yes.”

“Oh…shit.” Reggie throws himself off the stool. 

“What are you doing?”

“I gotta talk to her.” Reggie says still attempting to walk towards the door, despite not really being able to go anywhere with how Luke is holding him.

“Dude, just call her.” Luke splutters. Alex isn’t sure if that’s a good idea and based on the look Bobby is shooting him neither does he. But it’s effective enough to get Reggie to stop attempting to walk, sliding to the floor instead, patting at where his pockets would be.

He pouts up at Alex when his search proves fruitless. “Can I borrow your phone?”

Alex doesn’t think it’s a good idea but is fairly certain Reggie would just keep asking or looking until he gets his hand on a phone. So he hands his phone over, even dialing Julie for him.

“Hey, Julie. I heard you and your dad took me home last night.” Reggie let’s out a stiff laugh, and Alex can just catch Julie’s laugh echoing down the line. “Yeah thanks for that, I’ve never been this sick before.”

Reggie pauses as Julie says something that makes his cheeks start to flush. Either that or a fever was starting to return. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” Reggie hesitates, swallows hard and ducks his head like he’s trying to get some privacy. Unfortunately for him he has no grasp on volume control at the moment. “I’m sorry, haha this is so weird, but did I confess my love for you?...F-four times?”

Bobby hisses through his teeth and exchanges a worried look with Luke and Alex. He’s not sure what Julie is saying but Reggie’s definitely blushing now.

“Yeah? Haha oh. Ok, sounds good. Talk later.”  Reggie hands Alex his phone back with a dopey smile, so he has to assume whatever Julie said wasn’t a rejection. He’ll have to verify it later with the way Reggie’s eyes are drooping again. Right now he, Luke, and Bobby need to convince Reggie to go back to bed if he’s going to sleep.

[daintyduck99]

have to send a rulie prompt bc ash

"borrowing my favorite shirt? you're down this bad?"

"Borrowing my favorite shirt? You're down this bad?"

Julie squeaks, shoving the shimmery, sheer blue top back into Flynn's closet like she's been burned. She wheels around.

"No! I just…I don't know what to wear. His band plays punk rock, it sounds like, but they're playing at a bar downtown, and I tried on like forty outfits and felt ridiculous in all of them. I figured you'd have something that would leap out at me, so. I'm…looking. That's all."

"Babe." Flynn levels her with a distinctly unimpressed look from where she's leaning in the doorway, arms folded. "You can borrow something. Hell, you know I'll help! Whatever look you want, we'll nail it. Just admit that you're hopelessly into him."

Julie bites her lip. "I barely know him."

"Yeah, because you're always getting lost in his eyes, or his smile, or—"

"Oh—" She lobs a gauzy scarf at Flynn. "He's pretty, okay? How am I supposed to retain any information whatsoever in that crowded lecture hall with him sitting right beside me? Who gave him eyes like that?"

Flynn winds the scarf around Julie's shoulders, pulling her into an impromptu dance as she warbles, "Said you could keep them, I don't know how to act—"

Julie giggles, smiling in spite of herself as they spin around the room.

"Stop, I'm not Carly Rae Jepsen levels of smitten!"

Flynn's eyebrows flit into a challenging arch as she smirks, stopping abruptly.

"Jules, you just said—"

She cuts Flynn off with a groan, dropping her head onto Flynn's shoulder as she flushes to the roots of her hair.

She certainly did just say. Shit.

Undeterred, Flynn continues, "I'm surprised you even remembered that he invited you to come see his band. You haven't been this hopeless since Nick! Call it what you want, babe, but I know you. You are so down bad, and it's adorable."

"I don't want him to think I'm adorable! I…I want him to think I'm…desirable, and cool, and…I don't know if I can compare to anyone who'll be there tonight, Flynn."

Flynn rests her head on top of Julie's. She hums soothingly, somehow wrapping her arms around her tighter. Possibly because she might have dropped the scarf.

"You don't need to be a rockstar to get Reggie’s attention, babe. He was probably flirting when he invited you! He'll be looking for you, and I bet he'll have eyes for only you, no matter what you wear."

Julie lifts her head to press her forehead against Flynn's, warmed all over in a different way now. "Thanks."

Flynn smiles, squeezing Julie's shoulders. Her eyes take on a mischievous shine.

"But. If you really want to give him a heart attack, we can dress you in grunge."

Julie takes a deep breath. It does nothing to calm the swarm of butterflies in her stomach, but she trusts Flynn.

"Okay. Let's do it."

She almost doesn't recognize herself by the time Flynn has finished, the sharp, striking figure in the mirror, armored in mostly black and pops of red.

She'd nearly balked at the scandalously short crimson skirt, but she has to admit that it looks good with Flynn's crop top and the leather jacket and the fishnets. Her signature necklaces gleam on her collarbone, and her eyes flash like fire from the liquid eyeliner. Her lips, stained red, paint a sultry, devilish smile.

She looks…fierce. Bold. She loves it.

Judging by the way Reggie nearly tumbles off of the stage when he first sees her, it's safe to say that he loves it, too.

As it turns out, you can find someone desirable and adorable. She knows firsthand from the way he spoons her as he snores directly in her ear.

[bokettochild]

🦊yep, that sounds very nice/gen. I like the lava fam stories heh!! oh remember the arson one that sorta made us Lava Fam?? i didnt take part in that but I was sitting off to the side thinking it was hilarious ^^ i thought ‘Rulie looked great, is the drawing your working on the croptop gang one you mentioned? i think I saw Wild and Legend(?) in the corner so i assumed ^^ your art never fails to impress me, you’re such a talented artist and your art style is lovely :]

I do remember that! I didn't take part either, but I remember finding and reading the chain posts and losing my mind at them!

And yes! It's the crop-top club picture! I was already working on it and figured it would make a decent backing for the video. But since I didn't want my first YouTube video to feature me drawing shirtless dudes (because I have to figure out the base figures before adding clothes) I decided to work on Hyrule rather than finishing the other two right then.

I'm honored that you like my work! It means a whole lot to me, honestly.

[scarlett-might-blog]

YOUNG QUEEN

BITCH "YOUNG QUEEN" IS MY NAME ABOUT TO BRING YOU SOME PAIN ALL MY HATERS ARE LIKE QUIRE THEY LOVE SINGING MY NAME I DON'T HAVE A HEART FULL OF BROKE THAT'S THE RULE OF THE GAME NOW YOU'RE A FOOL IF YOU AIM I'LL PUT A "TOOL" YOU BRAIN

I'M ABOUT TO GET IT THEN SPEND IT IF I SAID IT I MEANT IT FUCK YOUR FEELINGS IT'S MY WEAPONS I AIN'T YOUR BITCH TO RAISE I GET YOUR "BLESSINGS" YO! RIGHT YOU ARE NOT 'FAMILIAR' WITH ME IF YOU CAN'T MAKE EVEN MOVE, BITCH YOUR VISITOR IS ME

IS THAT DROP TOP? - PHANTHOM CHOP LOW GIRL? - RULY CROP FUCK YOUR PANTS, FUCK A CUP ALL MY BITCHES "LOVE" THESE RAPS BETTY BOOP - TITTIES AULL GANGSTER SHIT - PUT YOU IN YOUR MOUTH YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT FLOSSING YOU, NEED A DENTIST NOW? FUCK AND RUN AROUND THE KINGDOM BEAT? FUCK THAT ROLE OF 'ENEMIES' GREN LET THROAT AND NEGAR LEAVES I'M THE ONE YOU'RE OBSESSED WITH I AM THE DANDY QUEEN OF WIN ONLY SEE YOUR WRITING BEAT THIS IS WHEN YOU'RE COPYING ME

ASIAN BITCH ON ANOTHER DEGREE, GIVE ME SOME SPACE, MOVE OUT MY FACE - I'M JUST TRYING TO BREATHE NOW IF YOU SEE ME AROUND NO PLEASE DON'T 'HOLLA @ ME' I JUST CAN'T WASTE MY TIME 'CAUSE I'LL BE EATING THESE BEASTS SHE TRIED 'POSEKAT RAKATA I' YOU AIN'T ME YOU JUST ACT LIKE ME BUT YOU SHOULD WATCH YOUR ACTIONS, PLEASE 'CAUSE THERE MIGHT BE SOME CASUALTIES

THEY ARE ABOUT TO WITNESS IT LAST KING , BUT I'M STILL ON MY QUEEN SHIT

I AIM , AIM AT YOUR MAN BRAIN  JUST FOR SANE I'M INSANE AND YOUR MAN GIVE ME NECK NOT BRAIN I AIN'T PAYING WHATEVER THEY LIKE GO AROUND AND "FOLLOW THE SKIES" I WORK HARD FOR MY MONEY MONEY DON'T COME IN YOUR LIFE YOU'RE GOING TO POP LIKE FISH GONE FRIED MIDDLE FINGER TO THE MIDDLE OF YOUR EYES YOUNG QUEEN NEED A DISH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WISE MAN

[detached-enigma]

“I know you You take your time to let me go Waiting for new shit to come home Giving me space until I go No need to break what time has brushed away I wanna show you whats it's like when there's no goodbyes I wanna take away your hopes And I love your pride I like to see you when there's no more drugs and you can't get high I'd like to see you feel the things and loose your mind We look for space and denial while we're loosing time We look for things to replace what we hide to deep inside I'll never be as big as the world you see outside No, no one is as big as the world that you would like....”

Hair: [monso] My Hair - Ruli at Kustom 9

Earrings/Necklace: Fortuna - jewelry set Laetitia at The Elite Event

Tattoo: .Xo Tattoos Love Me at The Elite Event

Top: Addams // Terry Crop Shirt

Nails: ~GD~ Battle Babe(Boutin Baddie Claws) - Vistas Bento PROHANDS

Pants: Addams // Terry Pants

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Bindi: {VINCUE} Sticky+Jewel v.2 Rings: MINIMAL - Eva Rings ]

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Mesh Body: Slink Physique Hourglass Mesh Body

Ears: LOGO Expressive Elf Ears v1.1

Feet: Slink

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[sllipstickkiss]

Green Fruit

Nefertite is Wearing Hair: [monso] My Hair - Ruli Eyeliner: SimplyScha - Arabic Eyeliner Lipstick: Moccino - Maria LipGloss #2 Glasses: Look At Me. - Amy Set : Sunglasses / Mint (GACHA) [ @Limit8 ] Choker: Eclat - Vynil Diamonds Choker Necklace: e.marie - Heart Necklace Purse:  Look At Me - Amy Set: Purse / Mint (GACHA) [ @Limit8 ] Top:  Look At Me. - Amy Set: Cropped T-shirt RARE (GACHA) [ @Limit8 ] Skirt:  Look At Me. - Amy Set : Skirt / Chive (GACHA) [ @Limit8 ] High Heels: Pure Poison - Slice Me Platforms

[baileyboo2016]

send this to everyone you give a fduck about even if they have no fducking idea how you got into their apartment cause even if it isnt a flying fduck it’s still nice and youre able to hold it in your hand (you’re also giving the fduck to them so that’s nice) <3333

— 🪬 (did i already send this to you??? idk but thank you for getting me into linked universe the young one is my child the pink haired mango is my wife and the one who wore the red crop top is beautiful also i know their names i think i’m just describing them weird)

you didn’t, thank you so much!! i love it!! (nobody knows how i got into your apartment. not even me. only time will tell.)

and it is my pleasure! is the young one in question the one with a light blue tunic and blond hair? because that’s Wind, he’s 13 years old :) the pink mango guy is Legend, and the one who wore the crop top…are you talking about Rulie?? my absolute baby boy who is just so precious??

[daintyduck99]

Love you prompts: "This is my favorite picture of us." for Rulie pretty please?

Reggie's not snooping through his girlfriend's stuff. Really! Swear on his grandpa's banjo.

She'd added a little too much glitter while she was decorating her phone case, and it keeps getting in her speakers and scuffing on her screen, so he figured he'd do something nice for her and pop the case off and clean it up a little, that's all.

He doesn't expect a scrap of tissue paper to fall out and unfurl, freeing a handful of Polaroids that flutter across the Molina's kitchen table.

Reggie gingerly sets Julie's phone and her case away from the photos and wipes his hands on his shirt. He carefully sifts through the pictures, doing his best to touch them as little as possible.

There's one of him and Julie with Luke and Alex that must have been taken right before their Halloween gig. They've got their arms around each other and bright grins tugging at their cheeks. Julie's incredibly cute in her gingham dress and ruby slippers and her braids, and she and Flynn went all out on helping Luke and Reggie and Alex with their costumes, transforming them into the Tin Man and the Scarecrow and the Cowardly Lion, respectively.

The next photo is one of Julie and Flynn from the same night, squishing their cheeks together and making silly faces at the camera. Only Flynn could decide to dress as the Emerald City and make it work.

There's Carrie flipping off the camera without looking away from her phone, lips twitching in a small smile, there's Luke with a guitar pick between his teeth, acoustic in hand, there's Alex and Willie smearing cookie dough batter all over one another, and there's Reggie grinning at Julie behind the camera, cheek propped in his hand, eyes glittering with affection he can't contain.

Flynn calls it his "hella heart eyes" face. She's not wrong.

The last photo makes his chest all fluttery, like someone unleashed a storm of butterflies in there. Someone did, honestly.

Julie still gives him butterflies. She bowls him over all the time, makes him weak in the knees with a single smile or a casual touch or a bright laugh, a loving look when their eyes meet. Hers are so warm, and he gets lost in their depths constantly.

They're sparkling with joy in the picture, evident even under the brim of the black cowboy hat she'd just stolen from him. The flannel she'd borrowed had been tied to look like more of a crop top, and she's stunning, the loveliest person at the square dance he'd dragged her and their friends to.

She's smiling at him, nose scrunched, leaning in close as they dance, and he's smirking, though a vibrant flush betrays how flustered she'd made him.

He'd really wanted to kiss her right then.

A tiny giggle catches him off-guard. "Reg?"

"It's not what it looks like!" he rushes to say, throwing his hands up.

Julie shakes her head, giggling harder.

"I don't mind if you look at that stuff. I wouldn't have left my phone here if I did. You just seemed really invested. Did you know that you have glitter on your cheek?"

Huh. When the heck did that get there?

Oh, he was doing the whole heart eyes, cheek-in-hand thing again. He hurriedly scrubs at his face.

Julie smiles. She reaches out and wipes the glitter away, or at least some of it. She weaves around the kitchen table and wraps her arms around him, resting her chin on his head.

"This is my favorite picture of us."

He has to swallow some of the butterflies so he can speak. "Really?"

"Yeah." She presses a light kiss into his hair. "Our Not Date, Flynn called it. I had so much fun with you that night. I almost told you that I liked you then, and I thought about kissing you, but I was worried it would ruin your night if I was totally misinterpreting everything. Flynn slapped that photo into my hand and said I couldn't be, and I should go for it. So I did."

"The very next day," Reggie murmurs. "When you brought my hat and my shirt back. The neighbors were scandalized when you kissed me on the porch."

He feels her shrug. Her voice wavers with mischief and barely-contained laughter.

"I mean, I did hold the hat up. They don't know that for sure."

He snorts. "Well, I do. And it said a lot. I really thought I was dreaming until then."

She gently tips his head back with her fingers on his chin. Her eyes shine.

"What does this kiss say?"

It's a very loud I love you, without hesitation.

Though there might be some glitter.