#beautiful textures and colours! so soft...

[lightningant]

Ik vind het geweldig hoe levendig en karaktervol je gezichten zijn! – en de manier waarop je je haar tekent is ook prachtig! Zou je, indien mogelijk, wat tips kunnen delen over je proces?

Dank u!

Process:

I sketch very loosely, usually using a pencil brush. Drawing quickly and lively is the priority here, but sometimes it means the drawing quality is really awful lol. I try to flip the image a few times to make sure it's not like, Wrong. Which it will be, to be clear. I hold my pen at a dramatic slant, so my faces are always distorted.

Here's a corrected face next to how I instinctively sketch it out (after flipping the image):

Bad

I wanted to say you can tell when I use 3D models to expedite this but actually they look identical because I not only correct my natural distortion but I also correct the 3D jank. Is correction my art style...?

Anyway, the rest of the piece.

I find it easier to use a thinner brush and go over the lines a few times to make it thicker than use a brush with thick line weight. This gives me more control and looks more natural.

I build up thickness on the beard with condensed hairs curling one direction and then in the other. Layering them makes it look thick and natural. (Mustache is more sparse, so it's just single curves.)

Then I pull up old colours to flat it. I usually work in only 2-3 layers, one for darks and one for lights - dark and light colours will fill differently, and splitting them like this means I can use a lasso fill faster. If there's a really detailed element, I give it its own layer for ease of lasso.

When colouring, big gloopy pen pressure is actually useful to livening up the piece. Make sure theres a light source. I always pick the one that makes the nose easier to draw. Add a second, deeper shadow in corners (like just under the chin) for some depth.

Now that he has more dimension, I can actually see there's a wee bit more to correct. What am I correcting? I don't know. It just looks wrong. I use mesh transform and the liquify tool until my brain stops hurting.

Good enough! Now for the mandatory filters.

I use mzxmmz's iikanji gradient sets (all 3), because they're very drastic and make interesting colour splits. I set them to 20%~30% opacity on a soft light correction layer.

And there he is. Crazy stalker handsome rogue Harry

As for the way I draw my hair, there's actually a quick cheat:

Draw the curls like ribbons (orange). Note how the thickness varies, like the angles of a ribbon. Add texture with little accent lines (green). Fill it out by following along the edge of the curl (purple). Repeat this with a bunch of different strands. It will end up looking very full and with a strong sense of shape.

You can establish this shape by just drawing single lines of the curl pattern/shape you want and then filling out the rest with the ribbon form, detail, and following-line.

Beautiful complex-looking organic curl pattern in minutes!

[c-lion]

Thank you so much Ethan!!! 🧡🧡

Andriel hug for @c-lion 🧡🧡

[girlberrie]

hi. um. guys?????? i shifted???????????

its embarrassing. because i was literally in the toilet. and i thought to myself, ‘wouldn’t it be funny if i shifted right now?’. and i shifted. to my gamer//streamer//better reality. what the fuck .

(i know i made a post about how if i shifted i would never come back but…….. i have to share this. its the only reason why i shifted back here. next time i shift though? you guys are NOT hearing about it)

quick rundown : i was studying for my chemistry exam that will happen next week in this reality. i needed to use the bathroom. so i went. i started thinking about shifting because i was bored out of my mind. i said ‘fuck it let me try’, closed my eyes, and BOOM. i’m in a different bathroom. the bathroom i had scripted would be my bathroom in my small apartment. in my dr.

i freaked out a little bit because i am NOT nonchalant. i looked at myself in the mirror and I WAS SO BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLLLLLL i mean its my cr face but just improved to my liking BUT I WAS SO BEAUTIFULLL. and i said that aloud too, which freaked me out because my voice is a little different too (it was a bit smoother and soothing idk its my voice feels weird to describe it). my hair was tied up in a bun and i didn’t feel like letting it down, but my fringe was cut so nicely. it fit my face. and it wasn’t poking me in the eyes. i had some strands of hair that were also shorter that had fell out of the bun but it looked very pinterest-esque. very picture worthy. i looked picture worthy. the whole time i was like a movie character sat down at their vanity inspecting their face obsessively. if the mirror had a consciousness it would think i am deranged or something idk . moving onnnnnnn

my bathroom was so nicely decorated i was proud of myselffff. the colours????? the teal the magenta-ish purple the orange????? i had my chanel makeup products all over the sink counter too. it was so chic . guys i am so fucking cool . i feel great about myself now.

and you have to know. the apartment i scripted i owned has a wonderful view. its gorgeous. the galata tower AND the bosphorus?????? and it was a bright, cloudless day. a bit windy. the leaves on the trees were swaying and the sun was so bright it was making the bosphorus water twinkle . i opened the windows (which i didn’t even think about how) to let the breeze in. the air!!!! was clean!!!!!! no smell of petrol!!!!! air pollution is gone!!!!!! my lungs felt great sfkjhsekf IT WAS AMAZING

i didn’t spend much time there (in my dr) because i was a bit shell-shocked///flabbergasted///confuddled and like. i can shift back anytime and anywhere. i know that now, given the fact that i literally shifted… when i was in the toilet…. whilst doing my business.

but in the little time i spent there, i went into my bedroom (AGAIN, FLAWLESSLY DECORATED . I LOVE MYSELF) and just looked at everything. i had all of my perfumes on a silver platter on my bedside table. i had byredo’s mohave ghost. j’adore dior. nishane’s hundred silent ways. issey miyake’s l'eau d'issey (the blue one. i LOVE that one). orabella salted muse. twilly d’hermes. tom ford’s soleil neige. i had a sephora perfume section next to my bed at this point. i would’ve sprayed them all but i didn’t want to cause a sneezing hazard. i did spray soleil neige because i wanted to know if it would smell good on me. and it did, of course.

i had paintings hung up on the wall where my bed was situated. and the paintings were the art on my pinterest board. they were framed in fancy gold looking frames (they were painted gold. not actual gold). i had tears in my eyes,,,,,,, my bedroom was so gorgeous. it was great.

my bed?????????? silk bedsheets in light pink. i laid down on it for a minute. it was so so so soft. and so inviting i almost wanted to fall asleep but i resisted. i had a persian rug with purple-magenta, teal & dark blue and beige details it was so beautiful . it made my bare feet feel warm and the texture was smooth enough to not annoy me (i am sensitive about those things, i fear).

i had scripted that my closer is far bigger than it looks (barbie: dreamhouse style) and it was. i didn’t question the how. but it was a huge, gorgeous room, full of beautiful clothing. the lighting was not too dim but not too bright and so it didn’t hurt my eyes. and the CLOTHES AAAAAAAAA. zimmerman floral dresses. blumarine . archival miu miu. but also: rick owens. maison margiela (THE TABI COLLECTION I HAD. AAAAA). i had ann demeulemeester boots!!!! i had an archival dior dress (the black and lavender knit dress from fw1998). i had more than one archival dior dress. i had alexander mcqueen leather jackets. ugh it was so sexy . i felt the material, brushed my fingertips on all of those. i felt delirious. it seemed too good to be true, BUT IT WAS TRUE. it was REAL. moving on the closet was museum material . i was having the time of my life.

and then . i laid my eyes on the beautiful pc setup i had. and i couldn’t help it. i sat down and played some sims 4. i could use shaders!!!!!!! it was running smoothly!!!!!!! no glitches!!!!!!!!!!

basically: i spent an hour looking around my apartment and the rest was spent in create-a-sim on my computer. because i could literally shift realities and still be a sims girlie. it is embedded into my DNA.

i had the time of my life guys. i didn’t even look at my phone once. it was on my bed. but i didn’t want to look because i was too preoccupied crashing out about my pulitzer prize worthy closet and the view from my windows . but my computer had the date and it was may 6th 2022. which was the year i wanted to shift to. MY COMPUTER WAS ALSO SO AESTHETIC (i had apple’s dynamic wallpaper…. and some folders that i had edited to look like cat memes. i’m exaggerating . just a little bit) AAAAaaaaaaAAaaaaaa everything was so good i’m gonna cry. i felt so much relief!!!! so much happiness!!!! i didn’t know i could feel this way!!!!!!!!

anyway i finished making my sim and just sat there because i got a little bored. and then i thought that maybe sharing this joy with all of you would be nice of me to do. and i sort of wanted to. even though i am going to permashift and made a post saying that i wouldn’t be back. nevertheless, i decided to shift back here to make this post.

so, hey. the moral of the story is::::: SHIFTING IS REAL. ITS SO REAL. NEVER GIVE UP YOU CAN HAVE WHATEVER YOU WANTTTTTTTTTTT

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(ps. if there are any typos or any sentences that make no sense, it is because i am shaking out of excitement and joy whilst i type this)

[malusokay]

How to Dress Without Caring (and Look Like Yourself)

I didn’t stop caring to be cool. I stopped caring because I moved so often I never had time to catch up. every city had a new code, a new uniform, and I never had the instructions. so eventually, I gave up trying to follow them and realised I didn’t need them in the first place.

If you’re trying to let go of other people’s expectations, but still want to feel like you when you get dressed, here’s what actually helps:

How to Stop Caring (In a Healthy Way)

get used to being slightly misunderstood. people might not get your outfit, but that’s fine, you’re not dressing for explanation.

stop dressing for the ‘idea’ of yourself. dress for how you feel that day, not for the version of you you think other people expect.

notice what you reach for on bad days. that’s probably your real style. or at least a hint to what comforts you.

don’t justify your choices. Someone asks why you’re dressed like that? shrug. “I felt like it.” that’s enough.

realise the outfit you regret least is usually the one you felt most like yourself in. not the one you dressed up to impress.

accept that some days you’ll look weird. that’s part of it. style evolves through mistakes.

How to Find Your Style (When You’ve Stopped Performing)

start with colour. what colours do you feel good in? build around those. for me its cool toned pinks, light blue, cream, white, black, and deep red. I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about greys.

find a silhouette you love and wear it to death. long skirt girl. giant blazer guy. little shirt and big trousers combo. repeat it. no shame.

save outfit photos, not of others, of yourself. catch the ones where you look like you.

notice the textures you love touching. soft cotton, linen, leather, fleece, silk. let that guide your wardrobe.

make uniforms. you’re not boring for repeating things. you’re iconic. my uniform will always be the black skirt, tights, loafers, and some top combo. its my safe option.

shop like you have amnesia. ignore what’s trendy. If you saw this in a thrift store and had never scrolled Pinterest, would you still want it?

let your clothes be a memory map. what you wore when you felt beautiful, or strong, or invisible in a good way. Keep those pieces close.

you don’t need to be a minimalist or a maximalist. you just need to feel okay walking out the door.

that’s all style really is: the quiet confidence that you dressed for yourself. and no one else. <3

my insta -> malusokay

[honeytonedhottie]

honeys guide to fall⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧸💕

i am so so excited for fall 2024. this fall we're serving bambi doll, cupcake and espresso scented, french tips and nudes, crispy chocolate croissants and coffees, sweaters and mini skirts…💬🎀

FALL BEAUTY ;

♡ soft bouncy curls

♡ nude lip combos

i recommend the nyx butter gloss (madeleine) and the nyx chocolate lip liner for a pretty chocolaty look. if ur looking for another nude lip combo use the nyx butter gloss (angel food cake) and the nyx club hopper lip liner…💬🎀

♡ french tips

♡ nude colored manicures and pedicures

♡ marshmallow scented hand creams

as the weather gets colder it becomes more and more important to keep ur skin moisturized and hydrated. carrying around a sweet smelling hand cream can help your hands to stay soft and not dry…💬🎀

♡ fall scented lip balms, body nectars and fragrances

pumpkin, coffee, vanilla, cupcake, chocolate, cinnamon, caramel and buttercream scents are giving fall…💬🎀

lets talk fall beauty products and scents because my favorite part about literally everything is the pampering aspect and the smelling super yummy so lets get into it. the body products i recommend to capture that fall, bambi eyed, doll scent and vibes are.

the sugar cookie body wash from native

ooey gooey cookie body wash from philosophy

chocolate chip body wash from philosophy

all the cozy fireside s’more scents from bodycology

coco coffee body scrub from victorias secret pink

cupcake swirl body fragrance from bodycology

♡ for nails, tapered square french tips or oval shaped nails in nude colors

♡ claw clip hairstyles including half up-half downs or just a classic claw clip pony

FALL FASHION ;

fall fashion to me is tights and mini skirts. leg warmers and uggs and form fitting sweaters. let’s talk about some fall fashion. the tights and mini skirt combo is a classic and it’s an amazing way to incorporate wearing mini skirts even as the weather begins to get a little colder. the tights add a nice touch, even if it isn’t the color of ur skin tone, tights IN GENERAL look rly nice.

ankle boots, ugg boots, BOOTS are so so fall. i rly love ankle boots that have a heel to them and bonus points if ur fall shoes include fur. the fall shoes on my shopping list are ->

ugg boots

ankle boots

mary jane style shoes

ballet flats

form fitting sweaters and jackets are so in for the fall. along with tracksuits. the color pallete for having a bambi doll fall are very much browns, cashmeres, and baby pink. honestly think of neapolitan colours. pink, brown and an off-whitish almost pastel yellow. think PASTRY PRINCESS.

baby phat puffers are perfect for the transition from fall to winter and a good pair of jeans is CRUCIAL for fall. another thing i wanna talk about with fall fashion is LAYERING. layering is such an important aspect of fashion period but ESPECIALLY fall fashion. experiment with different lengths, textures etc. one of my favorite layering combination during the fall is ->

long sleeve tops with a camisole underneath

a form fitting long sleeve top (the ones with buttons at the front) look so DOLLY and adorable when u dont button it, and wear a camisole underneath. its just MWAH. some more fall fashion details also include ->

fur details

ribbons and lace details

delicate jewelry choices

tights and leg warmers

layering

boots

neopolitan cinnamon princess color scheme

long sleeves

mini skirts + tights combo

HOW TO BE A HOTTIE DURING FALL ;

to be a hottie during the fall lets talk about our fall essentials to be our hottest, healthiest and happiest selves this fall…💬🎀

♡ warm milk and honey with a pinch of cinnamon (a real treat)

♡ warm, buttery croissants

♡ wired headphones and a good fall playlist

a good fall playlist consists of artists like lana del rey, pink pantheress, sabrina carpenter and sade…💬🎀

♡ candles that smell like cinnamon cupcakes

♡ a few juicy novels to read

my favorite genres of books to read during this season include mystery, romance and historical fiction…💬🎀

♡ keep up with ur health

during the colder seasons its important to take good care of ur health so make sure that ur taking ur supplements/vitamins, drinking herbal teas and eating a balanced diet to avoid getting sick…💬🎀

[oharaslove]

Miguel O’hara is a man written by a woman when he loves okay (At least from my perspective). He isn’t the one to take, and take, but never give. NO

He gives his all to you. He finds pleasure in giving you that. Pleasure. 

Many would say he is grumpy, avoidant, distant, reluctant to touch, cold. But all that is far from the truth when you two are together. When his hunger for you consumes his whole body, clouds his mind, his brain goes back to his most primitive instincts. However, Miguel is still aware of how delicate and soft you are, and he treats you as such. 

Miguel would never, ever, just take your body and look for his release. He would make sure you find yours first. And… not only once, maybe not even twice. 

You are his everything. His goddess. The person who made him want to love again; the one that made him see that being vulnerable was okay, that he wasn’t an unlovable monster. So… every chance he gets, he puts you on that pedestal and praises you. He talks you through it, and I’ll die on this hill. 

Miguel who, despite how desperate he is to make you feel good; to have you in his arms, he takes his time. He kisses you slowly, all his feelings poured in it. His lips brushed against sure, tongues fighting one another; tasting. Miguel loves kissing you; loves the way your breath becomes ragged, your hands roaming his body, while he does the same.

He would break the kiss, allowing you to breathe, to gasp for air, while his mouth pays attention to other spots on your body. Miguel kisses the corner of your mouth, moving downwards towards your jaw, where he peppers small pecks, before attacking your neck. He leaves open mouth kisses along your throat, occasionally sucking hard, leaving bite marks behind, which he loves. 

While his mouth focuses on your throat and face, his hands explore the rest. Miguel begins touching you slowly, shy even. He caresses your exposed skin. First, he starts cupping your face, tittling it just the way he wants it, giving him more access to your neck or a better angle to devour your mouth. But, as the kisses grow hungrier, needier, his hands become bolder. 

Miguel would slide his hands under your clothes, sometimes teasing you over the fabric. He would play with your nipples, earning gaps and moans from you, while you arched your back towards his hands. The only time his being would detach himself from you, is when taking off your clothes, so he can appreciate your naked beauty. And have more access to what he wants. 

When you first started being intimate with Miguel, you were shy about your body. Though, you quickly stopped, because this man loves you. He makes sure to make you feel wanted and loved and taken care of. I mean, you think that you are imperfect? That you don’t have any titties, or ass or curves or whatever?

For him it was no problem. Miguel would make you feel like the most beautiful person on Earth. You don’t have to have breasts or ass for Miguel to be all over you. You just have to be, well you. Only your waist, hips, legs, whatever size, colour, shape, texture, anything, is enough. Miguel is starved. He gives his everything for you, because from his point of view?

You are the incarnation of the word perfection. If Aphrodite were real, he wouldn't mind starting a second Troyan war. Miguel would straight up tell her, to her face, that her beauty is nothing, NOTHING, compared to yours. 

Miguel who loves kissing all over your skin. Every time he peels a piece of clothing out of you, you better count on the fact that his mouth is on your flesh before the fabric touches the floor. He pecks, gives open mouth kisses, leaving a trail of saliva across your skin; he bites occasionally being mindful of his fangs (Though, you didn’t mind if sometime he would just sink them, just for research, of course). 

Miguel loved leaving marks on your body, they were a sign of a job well done. Across your neck, chest, lower stomach and all over the inside of your thighs. He would tease the heck out of you, kissing closer and closer where you need him the most, but not coming close. Not until you are a whining mess, begging him to eat you out, he gives in. And oh, when he gives in. 

Remember when I said he was starved? Well, he could eat you out every day and still be starved. He eats you out like it is his last meal on this Earth. He leaves open mouth kisses on your clit, sucking from time to time, before moving down. First, he makes out with your hole, swirling his tongue around it, teasing you. He loves the sounds you make, you can’t blame him for that. 

His tongue enters your hole skillfully, knowing exactly what makes you shiver. What makes your legs shake and eventually, what makes you come all over his face. But he doesn’t stop. He gets you through your orgasms, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, slurping against your core, overstimulating you. He makes you come again against his tongue, and only then, after cleaning you out, and you having to basically push him off, grabbing his hair, he seems satisfied. 

But the night doesn’t stop there. Before making love to you, he uses his fingers to pry to open. There is no teasing this time. He crawls over your body, like a wild animal. He kisses you slowly, making you taste yourself in his mouth. You moan, making him groan in return. His hands caress your sides, squeezing your hips and thighs.

You make out for a while, until he decides to trail a hand down your body, starting from your chest. One finger caressing your skin, going down the valley of your breasts, continuing over your stomach, gently brushing your clit, making you jump. He reaches your hole, where he sticks two fingers in and starts pumping. 

You hold onto his arms for dear life, the pace of his fingers making the third orgasm of the night approach quickly. You whine and moan, bubbling incoherent things. Strings of “Miggy please” and “Gods yes, right there”. You arch your back, giving Miguel full access to attack your breasts, kissing and sucking over your nipples, rolling them between his fingers of his free hand. Once he feels your pussy squeeze his digits harder, his thumb draws tight circles on your clit, matching his pace, throwing you over the edge. 

When you come, Miguel’s face is over yours, he loves seeing how it contorts in pleasure when you reach your high. You never see it, because your eyes roll back or are closed, but he always smiles down at you. He pecks your lips, then your cheeks and your nose, helping you calm down after the peak. He pulls his fingers out, sucking on them and groaning. 

You are a panting mess. Your hair is all over the pillow, your skin with a layer of sweat, his love marks painting your skin. You never looked more perfect. 

Slowly, Miguel gets off the bed, stripping out of his own clothes. His dick finally being free from his pants, pre-cum already smearing over his red, angry tip. He would crawl into bed, opening your thighs slowly and settling between them. 

You can’t tell me Miguel’s favourite position isn’t missionary. That man needs to see you at all times. He wants to see your face when he enters you slowly. Despite your first three releases, his cock still stretches you out, and you love it. Miguel loves watching his length disappear inside of you, a small bulge forming on your lower belly, signaling where he rests inside. He gives you time to adjust, as any gentleman would, while he peppers kisses on your jaw, reaching your ear and licking it. 

“So tight beba” he would groan. “Always so good. Taking me so well. Such a good girl”

Miguel also loves missionary because it means he can hear your moans right in his ear. Missionary means your hands will be on him, scratching his back, grabbing his biceps for dear life when he starts trusting harshly. His hips snap against yours, his balls against your ass. The room feels with sex sounds; the slapping of skin, both your moans, groans and panting, the bed frame hitting the wall continuously, matching Miguel’s relentless pace. 

You cry in his ear, burying your face where Miguel’s shoulder connects with his neck. Your legs wrap against his waist, keeping him in place. Your hands run down his back, nails digging on his skin leaving marks Miguel loves to look at in the morning. 

His arms cage you in, keeping himself over you. But he leans over, leaving kisses and whispering praises in your year. 

“You are doing so good, Fuck. Just like that”

“Sos tan hermosa mi amor” (You are so beautiful mi amor)

“Are you going to cum for me, mm? Just one more time, please beba”

You always knew that, one last time, meant two. Your already overstimulated body couldn’t keep up with his stamina. In order for him to cum, you needed to come twice. 

You could tell when Miguel was close, his arms would begin to shake, his pace would falter, becoming irregular. His groans would become louder, moans would make his way out of his plump lips. He would kiss you harder, needier, hungrier. Miguel would hold you closer, trying to crawl into your skin. When he comes, he bites down hard against your shoulder, realising inside of you. 

You stay holding each other, Miguel basically crushing you. Your legs tangled together, hands roaming each other's body lovingly, until Miguel finds the strength to detach himself. He smiles down at you. Miguel pushes the hair out of your face, before leaning down and capturing your lips in a more tender kiss. He would grab your hands and kiss your knuckles before pulling out of you, watching how his cum drips out. 

And of course, aftercare. He is the king of it. He would make sure you use the bathroom, carrying you to it if necessary. Miguel would clean you up, draw a bath where you can sit together and relax. If you fell asleep he would carry you to bed. If not, after helping you dry and helping you to bed, he would bring you your favourite snack and water. He would do anything for you, anything. 

Sex with Miguel is something more than just that, sex. Is not only the act of connecting both your bodies. It is…

Love. It is making love. It’s beyond your corporeal beings, it’s about worshipping one another. Showing, feeling that love through acts, words and so much more. Because he loves you, and you love him back. Forever.

[pearlymel]

𓏲 ˖. sum. Neuvillette has this urge to show everyone you are his. And also to worship you as his beloved wife.

Warnings: NSFW, fem!reader, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, breeding, creampie, mentions of children, mention of petnames (Mon amour, Mon cœur, honey, etc.).

Wc: 2k

Notes: to my bestie who knows who they are, if you see this, no you didn't (you're blind you just don't know it.)

You feel like you're resting above the clouds with how comfortable you were in Neuvillette's arms, cradling you like you were the most precious thing, savouring each featherlight caresse of his hand around your thighs and stomach.

His face was buried in your hair, both the strands of your hairs mixing colours into the most beautiful shades and textures. You're too sleepy to listen to his soft whispers, but you can hear him talk... about some baby...

Baby... Wait, baby? He was referring to you, right? Surely.

"Wouldn't it be nice?" His soothing voice snapped you out of your daze, your body rolling around to face him. "Sorry, i wasn't listening." Your lips curl downward, which makes him kiss your sleepy eyelids with a soft chuckle.

"My apologies, i was discussing a certain fantasy to myself... How it would be lovely to see our little ones one day being in our arms."

It takes you a hot minute for his words to soak in. You blink twice, part your lips slightly in shock with the gears in your head moving ever so slow, "Honey, it's a lovely thought. Are you serious about this?"

He nods, “the satisfaction I feel at the thought of everyone realizing that you’re carrying my child makes me want to throw all my propriety out the window.” His hands moved down to your hips and he slowly rolled you onto your back, with him now on top. He kept a firm grip on your hips as he laid himself between you, his head resting on the area where your neck and shoulder met.

“I’m aching,” he muttered. “To see you bear our child, dear one. To fill you up completely.”

"To be filled?" You swallow thickly, the air was suddenly getting hotter, or was it just the heat of this summer that's making your neck all warm?

“Filled up to the brim, mon amour.” he spoke so softly, it was criminal to even have a sweet voice while speaking such words.

"A little vulgar, coming from the Iudex." You fail to bite back the urge to tease.

“My lady,” he spoke in a low, gruff tone this time, lifting his face to lazily kiss your jawline. “You of all people should know how you manage to make me lose my composure." Neuvillette muttered while peppering your skin with the marks of his lips.

All this baby talk was surely rubbing off you, and surely it wasn't because of his sweet talking or that you were ovulating...

"I need you." It was your turn to whisper, fingers finding their way to brush his hair and to wrap your arms around his neck. He continued peppering your neck with soft, sensual kisses, his hands slowly starting to caresse under your thighs, playing with the elastic band of your panties under your oversized shirt, tempted to just rip them off you.

"Are you trying to tempt me to take you right now?"

"Yeah?" You bat your eyelashes innocently at him, "i want you to fill me up like you said."

Oh, archons.

Neuvillette visibly shivered as he heard those words — your smile was as innocent as a lamb’s, yet the sultriness of your voice spoke of nothing but sin.

He claimed your lips in a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue seeking entry and exploring the sweet confines of your mouth. Neuvillette’s hands roaming across your body again, but this time they were more assertive — desperate, almost.

He wanted you. Needed you. In the rawest, most primal way possible.

"We can always go slow, no rush." Neuvillette relaxed a little at your words, his breath shuddering as the tension slowly left his body.

“Slow it is, then.” He murmured against your skin, as he slowly, painstakingly began to move himself down your body, pressing kisses down the expanse of your stomach as he continued to trail his way down. “You tell me when to stop if it hurts, alright?”

"Mhmm," you smile lazily at him while he looked up at you from his spot between your legs, his expression a mix of both tenderness and hunger. One tug down, and your panties were down to your ankles. His lips began trailing kisses up your inner thighs at first before licking a long stripe along your slick folds, and you were already trying your hardest not to crush his head with your thighs, even when that's all he'd ever want.

And when his tongue starts flicking and sucking on your already sensitive clit, like he was practically making out with your pussy, treating it with such gentleness and care, is when you also start being more vocal.

He made sure he was never hurried because this was an intimacy act he enjoys having the pleasure doing with you.

Neuvillette would occasionally glance at your face, watching your expressions closely for even the slightest hint of discomfort, but your face was only twisted in pleasure, eyes half-lidded while you panted softly as you stared up straight at the ceiling. It fills him with pride knowing you enjoy this just as much.

You don't notice how your fingers weave through his hair, not yet pulling, more like pulling him back so you could grind against his face. He was more than happy to accept your invitation, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he moved his lips closer to your core.

He began to move his mouth in earnest at the sound of your moans from above, his tongue working with determined flicks, sucking harder so he could finally taste the reward of your honeyed essence.

"S-so good to me—" you start panting heavier now, your hips rubbing against his mouth, and he found it impossibly alluring — the knowledge that you were deriving such pleasure from his mouth alone was driving him mad. To the point that it was hard to try not to hump against the bed mattress with how painfully tight and uncomfortable his pants felt.

Your husband wanted — needed — you to come. He wanted to feel you unravel on his tongue. He intensified his assault on your core, his lips, tongue and mouth working in tandem, determined to draw out every drop of ecstasy from your body.

"A-ah, wait—" your thighs twitch together when he starts sucking harsher on your swollen clit. You felt your throat already dry up, how you were on the verge of tears when you finally came with a shuddering breath.

Neuvillette took in every second of your climax, groaning in satisfaction as he felt you come undone under his ministrations. His mouth continued to work against you as you came down from your climax, greedily licking and tasting you as he continued to draw out the last throes of your orgasm.

His face emerged from between your legs, the evident glisten on his face from the slightest light from outside was enough to make you breathless.

"the sweetest treat," he murmured, his voice low and huskier than before as he began to make his way back up to your face. "So pretty, coming all on my tongue.." You don't say anything but bring a hand to the back of his head and pull him in for a sweeter kiss.

Finally.

He leaned in to meet your lips, groaning against his mouth at the taste of you that still lingered on his lips. He quickly deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entry as he claimed your mouth in another romantic dance.

Neuvillette was all too happy to satisfy your hunger, He was like a man possessed, as if he was trying to devour you whole — his kisses were hot, hungry, and full of want.

You helped him off his tight confinements so fast next, letting out a sigh of relief as the cool air hit his weeping flushed tip.

Not wanting to wait any longer, he inhaled sharply as he slowly, deliberately began to push himself inside you — his eyes fixed on your face, watching closely as your face contours everytime his fat tip would inch in your hole.

He let out a long, low moan at the sensation, his arms shaking as he held himself up above you, "so tight..." He continued to ease himself inside of you, every inch seemingly drawing out another low groan from his lips. It took all of his willpower to keep his pace slow and gentle, he was restraining himself, trying his damndest to go slow for your sake.

"s- so good," you whimpered, back arching off the bed, fingernails marking crescent on his skin while your other hand tore the bedsheet off the mattress from how much you were twisting it.

He was losing it. every sound and movement you made was driving him wild. He lifted one of your legs, holding it against his hip as he continued to push inside of you, deeper, deeper, making you unintentionally clamp down around him with each welcomed inch of his cock.

"H-hold on," he panted, his voice a low, strangled hiss, "don't... don't do that, or I'll... I'll..." He trailed off, holding your thighs in a bruising grip to ground himself from spilling too quickly inside of you, and he could, but he would never leave you unsatisfied.

"you okay, Neuvi?" You try teasing him a bit, this time tightening around him on purpose. His entire body shuddered violently at your action, a strangled moan escaping his lips as you tightened around him again like a vice. His hips instinctively jerked forward, seeking friction against you, and his control snapped.

"Mon cœur, you're teasing me..." he uttered in a hushed tone against your ear, "you're trying to drive me mad, aren't you?" You start to slowly rock your hips back and forth against him, taking his hand and interlacing your fingers together. "I'm just trying to please my lover." You hum back.

"I'm trying so hard to be gentle and patient... and you're not helping—mhm, at all."

"It's okaaay. Don't be gentle."

His restraint finally snapped, Neuvillette let out a low growl as he grabbed your hips and slammed himself into you. The sounds your moans and whimpers of pleasure were like music to his ears, he could vaguely feel your nails scratching down his back, the pain only adding to his ecstasy as his continues ramming into you like a starved beast.

Neuvillette's strokes would be powerful, rough, bordering on brutal, as he sought to breed you with his seed. He would grip your hips, holding you steady as his cock throbbed with every thrust. nothing but ragged pants and grunts filled the air, his body straining with the effort of holding back his release, he was close, so close to finding his release, but he needed to watch you fall apart first.

He let out a growl as he felt your teeth sink into his skin, his cock continuing to kiss the deepest and sweetest parts inside of you, making your eyes instantly roll back. his pace becoming brutal as he slammed into you relentlessly, his voice nothing more than a ravaged whisper against your ear.

"Come for me, love. Let go."

As he felt you come for him with a strangled cry of his name, he followed after, burying his face deep into your neck as his own release came over him, a thick load shooting straight into your womb, it's so much— creamy ropes of cum that quickly filled you to the brim.

It was hot and dizzying.

with his seed slowly seeping out of you, he immediately tried pushing himself deeper into you, if that was even possible, keeping it all plugged in, "S- so much for you, my sweet." He gave your hand a gentle squeeze as he comfortably laid on top of you, his other hand tracing down to your hips and belly.

"shall we start thinking of baby names, hm?"

Do you guys think he moans in french (sorry)

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Something About Curly Hair and Any Character You Have in Mind

I've always had a fantasy of someone playing with my curls. Delicately pulling on them, like a kid pulling on a string. Playfully and adoringly watching the curl bounce back. Maybe the person could even praise it, saying it's cute, or beautiful, or mesmerising. Especially if they don't have curly hair.

A few minutes ago, my girl friend did it to me, exactly how I've always dreamed, even if inside I wanted to pull away, afraid that she would mess it up, I didn't, and she didn't, and even if she did, I wouldn't care, because I'm starved. So here's this little scenario that I finally felt courage and inspiration to write.

This was written based on my own experience having 123B hair, that has some volume on it (how do you even measure that??), with definition, so you must imagine it was very indulgent.

Also works for Readers of any race!!!! I just specify they have natural curls, didn't even mention the colour.

Gn!Reader and Gn!Character so you reaaaally can imagine whoever you want. But the character probably doesn't have curly hair, and learns to do different hairstyles on you (it's different doing it on yourself and then doing on other people, so you still can imagine any gender or appearance on them). Sex is mentioned. I'm tagging this with the first characters that come to my mind while writing this, just to make it easier.

Might edit this later because it's currently 3am and I'm sleepy as fuck

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They love you. That means they love everything about you. And they love your hair.

They think the volume is sexy. Think clouds can't be softer. Think the way the light reflects on it is ethereal. Think the curls smells heavenly. Think the shape is unmatched.

When you move your hair, it's like being a kid and having a first crush again. Especially if the action causes the delicate smell of it travel through the air faster than they can blink, and they're swallowed in a fog of you.

When you sleep in the same bed together for the first time, and every other time after, they like to wake up before you. Just to admire your peacefull beauty for a while. Like the rest of the world doesn't exist. That's the best way to start a day.

Sometimes, boredom doesn't get to them because tracing curl patterns in your hair with their eyes is entertainment for a lifetime. Never before have they noticed that someone can have more than one curl texture, and how unique and perfect that mixture can look.

There's moments where they get distracted by you. You, taking their attention from something supposedly more important at that moment. Either you smell too nice, or look too good, or shine too bright. And they just can't seem to find anything more interesting than looking at you and your hair.

The first time they touched it, they were surprised by how soft it was, like cotton. Almost weightless, despite it's volume and length. Other people's hair surely doesn't feel like this. They spend so much time touching it the first time, that you have to ask them to stop, or you wouldn't have a nice hair day the next day. They looked like a kicked puppy, so you taught them to gently scrunch from the bottom.

They think bonnets are funny at first, but not in a bad way. They're not laughing at you. Mostly giggling, actually. They understand you may have needed some courage to look like this with them around. And it's like a tiny, almost nonexistent, relationship goal. To be intimate enough to feel confortable wearing a bonnet in front of your partner. And they love that you have no problem doing it.

They even buy silk sheets and pillows if it might help you. It might be morte confortable and not mess with your hair. And they understands sex while having curly hair might be frustrating at times.

Speaking of, they won't pull or mess with it unless you ask for it. They took very seriously your lesson from the first time. And if you have some instructions to give them on how to do it while causing less damage, then you certainly will lift a weight off some shoulders.

Oh, and the difference of how it looks when it's wet and then dry? They can't believe their eyes for a moment. Logic seems to escape. It feels impossible. But it isn't. And they're amazed. Almost jealous for not being as gorgeous as you. They understand why someone would be jealous of you.

Actually, they partially think others should be. If someone dares to utter you are less than stunning, then oh boy. God help them.

Any styling is great. And they're so in love with you, so focused on you, eyes solely on you, that they think no hairstyle looks as good on other people, as they look on you. Even if you hate it, he thinks it looks way better than it would have on anyone else.

Also, they learn some things. They learns to curl with their fingers, how to put on clips, how to do some braids, or buns, or pigtains, or anything you wear often. Even something you never did, but they think will make you ethereal, they will do it on you. They might not even teach you, just so you'll need them for something.

They feel part of their heart breaking if you straighten it. Sure it looks good. If it makes you happy, than they're happy. But it's far from a favorite look on you. It's not the natural you. And they love you. They might love a modified version of you, but only because they love you. Just the way you are.

And if you ever feel insecure, I assure you, they're gonna fix you right up.

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[dismalflo]

In love with your writing and was hoping to send a request! For any of the marauders x fem!reader, my idea was an artsy reader where she is having a little art show at a local cafe and invites all the marauders and the extended friend group, including their one they’re interested in but no one shows up because they all got the date mixed up and she’s heartbroken. But they all figure it out last minute and show up as she’s taking it down. Proceed to there somehow being a love confession from the marauder she’s in love with somehow lol.

I hope this makes sense!!

thanks for requesting lovely, love this request <3

Remus Lupin x reader who takes part in their first art show ✩ 2k words

cw: hurt/comfort

Months of hard work. Months of stress, frustration, and aching wrists have all led to this moment. It should feel gratifying – you should feel proud, happy, fulfilled – but every good emotion is drowned out by disappointment.

Not one of your friends had shown up to your first art show. Maybe it was silly to expect everyone to come, you’re all adults with busy and complicated lives but you’d told them all when it was with plenty of notice to try to combat that issue. Maybe they just don’t care and this is how they’ve decided to tell you. They wouldn't be that cruel, you think, letting you ramble on for weeks about it, pretending to be thrilled for you.

You thought, hoped, Remus would be different. He asked questions, listened, encouraged you every step of the way. And still, he’s not here.

You’re trying desperately to put on a brave face. Putting on a smile when people wander past looking at your work, making small talk about the pieces, trying not to look towards the door in hopes of seeing a familiar face. Your bed and good cry are calling your name.

“Is this one yours?”

The voice is soft, but it cuts clean through your downward spiral, startling you slightly. You blink and look up, forcing the corners of your mouth into a polite smile. A woman stands in front of you, maybe a few years older than you are, wrapped in a caramel coloured coat. She’s pointing at the oil painting nearest her.

You nod. “Yeah. That’s mine.”

The woman tilts her head slightly, considering the painting with curiosity. It’s a library – tall shelves heavy with books rendered in thick, careful brushstrokes, the colour palette warm and golden, sun slicing through high windows. In the center, at a crooked wooden table, a man sits. He’s reading, unaware of the world. His face is half-obscured by the way the light cuts across it, but you know every line by heart. You painted it from memory.

The woman smiles. “It’s beautiful. You’re very talented.”

“Thank you,” you say, meaning it, but the words still feel hollow, swallowed up by the lump in your throat. You try to smile again, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

The woman seems to pick up on it, but she just gives a small nod, offers one last glance at the painting, and moves along.

You stay planted there for a little while longer. People drift past, admiring, chatting, sipping plastic cups of cheap red wine. You answer questions, make a few polite jokes, accept a couple of compliments with increasingly thin smiles. You pretend not to notice how everyone’s come with someone. A partner, a friend, a sibling. You pretend not to keep glancing toward the door.

Eventually, the flow of the crowd slows to a trickle, then stops altogether.

You let out a long breath and turn to face your work. All these pieces you poured yourself into – weeks of layering and scraping and starting over and painting through wrist cramps, through tears. You should be proud. That’s what they all say. You should be proud.

Instead, you just feel tired.

You lift your hand, touching the corner of the library painting, fingertips brushing over the dried texture of the canvas. His shoulders, his posture, the book in his hands. Remus. Even if no one else sees it, you know it’s him. You wonder if he’d even recognise himself. Probably not. He’d been so curious when you’d been painting it, always asking questions. Always kind. Always present.

You sigh, soft and defeated, and reach up to unhook the canvas from the wall.

Just as your fingers begin to lift the piece, the door bursts open. A flurry of familiar voices cuts through the quiet gallery like a sudden gust of wind.

“We’re so sorry! We got the date mixed up!” “God, we feel terrible–” “We were all talking about it, and somehow it just didn’t click.”

James, Lily, Sirius, and – there, right behind them – Remus, all rush in together, their faces flushed and apologetic. James’s usual easy confidence is replaced by something unsteady, Lily’s bright smile faltering a little, and Sirius looks like he’s ready to kick himself.

You freeze. Your throat tightens. It’s so sudden, so overwhelming.

They close the distance quickly. Lily steps forward first, her arms opening wide. Without thinking, you let yourself be pulled into her hug. James and Sirius follow suit, each of them offering warm, steady embraces.

“I’m really sorry,” James says, voice low and earnest. “We didn’t mean to miss it. We wanted to be here so badly.”

“We’re so proud of you,” Lily adds softly. “All of us.”

You want to cry – want to let the tears spill freely, but you force yourself to take a shaky breath instead. “It’s… it’s okay,” you manage, voice barely above a whisper. “I understand. These things happen.”

They all pull back slowly, relief mingling in their eyes.

James and Sirius wander off to look at your paintings, their chatter soft, as they take in each brushstroke. Lily follows, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of a canvas as she studies the colours.

Remus, however, doesn’t move. He stays rooted beside you, eyes fixed on your face.

You stare straight ahead, unable to meet his gaze. It hurts more than you want to admit, the fact he wasn’t here. That he missed this moment. It feels unfair and silly all at once.

Finally, his voice breaks the silence, soft and trembling. “I’m so sorry, dove.”

You blink hard and swallow against the knot in your throat, wiping beneath one eye quickly with the back of your hand.

“It’s fine,” you mumble, forcing a shrug. “Don’t worry about it.”

He hesitates, silence stretching out between you. Then you see, out of the corner of your eye, the slow rise of his hand – reaching out, pausing midair just above your shoulder.

But he stops himself. Letting his hand fall.

“No,” he says quietly. Firmer this time. “It’s not. Of course it’s not fine.”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Your jaw is locked tight, teeth pressed together, holding in everything threatening to spill out.

So he turns instead, stepping a little closer to the painting still dangling slightly askew on the wall. The library. Your library. His library.

He gazes at it for a long time, longer than anyone else did, long enough that you start to fidget, your pulse tapping a nervous rhythm against your ribs. He tilts his head just slightly, the way you’ve seen him do when he reads, when he’s concentrating so hard he forgets to blink.

“That one’s my favourite,” he says finally.

You’re not sure you were supposed to hear it. It’s almost a whisper. But you do.

Your lips part. You stare at the canvas, the gold-cut shadows, the sunlight on wood grain and worn spines. His silhouette, bent over a book. A world you created from memory. For him.

“It’s my favourite too,” you say, and your voice cracks just a little. You force a breath in, steadying yourself, then add, quietly, “It’s you.”

Remus turns to look at you.

His eyes, warm and amber, widen just slightly. You can see the way your words knock the air  out of him. You glance up at him only for a moment before your gaze drops again. Your hands fidget at your sides, unsure of what to do now.

You half-expect him to say something clever, to make a gentle joke, brush it off.

But he doesn’t.

He steps forward, slowly, like he’s afraid to spook you.

“It’s me,” he repeats, voice quiet. He nods, just once. “I thought it might be. The first time you mentioned you were painting a library, I wondered…”

He trails off. You’re still not looking at him, heart pounding so loudly it drowns out the rest of the room. He inches closer again.

“I should’ve been here,” he murmurs. “I wanted to be. More than anything. I thought about it all week. Wrote it on the wrong day in my fucking calendar and didn’t even realise until Sirius texted in a panic ten minutes ago. I should’ve known. You’ve been talking about this for weeks.”

You shake your head, eyes hot. “It’s not your job to remember things like that for me.”

“It is when I care,” he says, and that finally makes you look at him.

His face is so open. Unapologetic. Not soft and tiptoeing around your feelings, but ardent and sure. “I care. About you. About everything you do. I hate that I made you feel alone tonight.”

You try to speak, but nothing comes out. He notices – of course he does – and gently continues.

“That painting’s my favourite because when I look at it, I don’t just see myself. I see the way you see me. You see things so beautifully, even when they don’t deserve to be seen that way.”

You don’t realise you’ve started crying until he reaches up, this time not hesitating, and brushes your cheek with the backs of his fingers.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he says, so simply it knocks the floor out from under you.

You blink at him. “Remus.”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I’ll get over myself I’m sure and–”

You shake your head, fast, before he can finish.

“Don’t,” you say, the word catching halfway out of your mouth. “Don’t do that. Don’t pretend I painted you like that because I don’t love you.”

Remus freezes. His hand is still resting against your cheek. You can feel the warmth of it, the steadiness of him, and you can’t believe it took you this long to say it. To show it, maybe. Every hour bent over a canvas, every glance across a cafe table, every stolen moment you tucked away and pressed into brushstrokes.

He breathes out, a little disbelieving laugh, eyes going soft at the edges. “You do?”

You nod, slow but sure. “I do. I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

His smile blooms, tentative at first, then wider, brighter, as if every worry is melting off of him. His hand slides from your cheek to cup your face, thumb brushing your skin gently.

“I should’ve told you sooner,” he whispers, voice thick with awe.

You close the small distance between you, breath mingling. 

His eyes search yours, asking, needing, and you answer without words. Your lips part, trembling slightly, and then you lean in, the warmth of his hand steadying you as your lips brush together in a tentative, gentle kiss.

It’s soft and slow, full of everything. The ache, the hope, the quiet joy of being seen and loved for exactly who you are. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he pulls you closer, fingers threading into your hair as if to make sure you’re real.

When you finally part, your foreheads rest against each other, breaths mingling, and you smile, a real, full smile that reaches your eyes and creases them in the corner. It’s lovely and–

James makes a loud, exaggerated coughing sound making you both pull away from each other. 

“Hate to break up whatever’s happening over here, but someone needs to explain to me how you made that one” –he points to a painting with bold, bright colours and abstract shapes–“and also made that one.” He gestures to the quiet, sun-drenched library piece. “It’s fucking mental.”

You laugh – really laugh – for the first time all night, and Remus’s hand slips into yours. Firm and warm.

Lily turns from another painting, smiling. “We’re taking you out, by the way. You don’t get to argue. Drinks are on us.”

You glance around the gallery. Your work. Your friends. Your heart finally steady. Then back to Remus, who’s still watching you like he can’t quite believe anything that’s happened.

“Okay,” you say softly. “Let’s go.” masterlist <3

[inky-duchess]

World-Building Guide to Deserts

A desert is a vast biome that is known for its extreme temperature. Deserts can either run hot or cold and are usually difficult to inhabit. But deserts are harsh places but they are visually stunning and make for an impressive backdrop to any story.

What is it like in the Desert?

Like I said, deserts are hot or cold. The temperatures are extreme which limits the amount of vegetation which in turn limits the coverage one can get in a desert, leaving the area very exposed to the elements. Rainfall is limited, well below average which means only very durable vegetation and wildlife can survive. It is a harsh landscape but it has its own beauty. The desert can often be very quiet with the limited wildlife and people around.

Hot Deserts

Features of Hot Deserts

Sand Dunes: These are hills made of sand, shaped by the extreme winds.

Plateaus: These are flat areas, usually of rock that have very little vegetation or cover.

Salt Flats: Large areas of salt deposits

Playa Lakes: Temporary lakes that appear during heavy rainfall

Oases: Small areas within the desert that have fertile soil and flourish with vegetation due to a water source.

Canyons: Are deep valleys of rock formed from rivers long dried up or greatly reduced.

Sedimentary Layering: Striped rock that shows off the different layers of rock giving the desert a striped appearance.

Mesas: A mesa is flat elevation of steep sides.

Inselbergs: Isolated rock formations that jut up from the desert floor, formed out of soft rock.

Yardangs: Ridges of rock formed by wind erosion

Mushroom Rocks: Pillars of rock formed over time with bigger heads than their bases

Rocks Commonly Found in Hot Deserts

Quartz: Clear/white/pink and usually smoky or clouded. Quartz feels very smooth like glass and may look like crystal.

Sandstone: Tan/red/yellow/brown-ish in colour. Made of compacted sand, it feels very coarse.

Limestone: Grey/white. Rough to touch and often featuring fossils.

Gypsum: White/Clear/Pink/Grey. Soft with chalk-like texture.

Salt Crystals: White/Clear. Crystal-like.

Meteorites: Often found in deserts. Usually black/grey. Can be both rough or smooth to touch.

Common Plants in Deserts

Prickly Pear Cactus: Greed, waxy pad-like cacti with spins. They grow red/yellow fruit that are edible.

Mesquite Trees: Small twisting trees. The pods are edible.

Agave: A thick-leafed succulent, shaped like a rose full of nectar and water.

Oleander: A shrub with pink or white flowers. Not edible, poisonous.

Chia Seeds: Tiny seeds that are edible.

Date Palms: Tall with long sweeping fronds. The dates are edible.

Jojoba: A shrub that's seeds are edible.

Desert Mallow: Flowering plant of pink blossoms. The leaves and flowers are edible.

Peyote: Small round cactus. Do not eat.

Creosote Bush: A shrub with waxy leaves that can be eaten.

Common Wildlife in a Hot Desert

Snakes

Small rodents

Foxes

Raptors (the birds of prey not the fun kind)

Beetles

Scorpions

Locusts

Coyotes

Camels

Lizards

Tortoises

Surviving a Hot Desert

Shelter: It is imperative to stay out of the direct sun if possible to conserve energy.

Keep an eye out: In the shade, there are other creatures who want to get out of the sun. Venomous snakes, scorpions and other critters could be lying in wait so it is best to make sure your shelter isn't already occupied.

Travel: Moving when it is sunrise or sunset or night is best as it isn't as hot and you waste less energy.

Water: Limit water intake in case your character doesn't reach a water source soon. If there are cactus around, your character may find water within it.

Know your plants: Your character might feel the urge to eat any vegetation they come across if they are hungry and weary. There are edible plants in the desert but there are also poison ones. Your character shouldn't eat any strange plant without knowing what it is.

Getting help: Signalling using something reflective or creating a large symbol might signal for help from above.

Clothes: A character should remember that the desert is hot and dress accordingly. Light, loose clothing is best but the nights in a desert are extremely cold. If your character is modifying their clothes, make sure they remember this.

Cold Deserts

Features of Cold Deserts

Ice Sheets: Unbroken sheets of permanent ice.

Glaciers: Immense sheets of moving ice.

Permafrost: The ground that remains frozen all year round. It is barren and nothing can grow here.

Icebergs: Vast lumps of ice that break off from larger sheets of ice to float in the ocean (and kill Leonardo DiCaprio)

Rocky Outcrops: Exposed rock formations.

Crevasses: Deep cracks in ice sheets and glaciers, very dangerous.

Seracs: Ice formations created where multiple crevasses meet.

Erratics: Large rocks deposited by glaciers seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

Rocks Commonly found in Ice Deserts

Basalt: Grey/Black. Smooth.

Granite: Grey/Pink/White. Coarse to the touch.

Shale: Grey/Black. Smooth and brittle.

Gneiss: Striped with greys/pinks/white. Rough texture.

Schist: Silvery-green. Flaky and layered.

Till: Of many colours. Rough.

Common Vegetation found in Ice Deserts

Lichens: Crusty spots that grow on ice and rocks. Can be edible.

Mosses: Soft green plants that grow in the damp. Some kinds are ok to eat.

Arctic Willow: A shrub. Edible.

Saxifrages: Flowering plants growing in rocky areas. Some are edible.

Bearberry: A shrub. The berries are edible.

Grasses: Grow in tundra areas. Edible.

Wildlife Commonly Found in the Ice Desert

Bears

Foxes

Wolves

Deer

Elk

Walrus

Moose

Reindeer

Seals

Whales

Ice worms (the spice must flow....)

Rodents

Surviving in an Ice Desert

Clothing: Wearing layers is crucial. Base layer, insulation and a waterproof layer. Boots and gloves are a must. But you should dress to be sweating, it is a waste of energy. Stay dry always.

Shelter: You can find or build shelter, especially if the winds are high. If sleeping on the ground, use insulation.

Food/Water: Melting snow and ice is fine, eating snow is bad because it will lower your core temp. The best food to eat in this weather is high in fat to keep your body working to keep warm.

Keeping an eye out: Ice fields can break apart easily, crevasses are lethal.

Flag for help if lost: Flares or fires can attract help so always carry something to spark up a flame or two.

[team-frightfur]

<3

Anyway A+++++++ pic, made my night made my day, I think I wanna adopt him, son...., he's such a son, candy flavoured, trans coloured, cute...., smol...., lives on the edge..., better played with Lunalights give Isis the Fluffals.

[hotluncheddie]

eddie, steve

.🥞✨

‘uh, the pancakes with bacon please, extra syrup? thanks.’

eddie knows that order. he makes it every saturday night, so late it’s almost morning.

but he’s never heard that voice before, never heard it so close, right by the pass window.

he swallows. turning from the sink in the back to face out into the diner, someone’s sat at the counter, right across from him.

the most beautiful boy eddie’s ever seen.

he’s looking right at eddie, cheeks slightly pink, fiddling with a still wrapped straw. he looks perfect and cozy and adorable, hair sleep rumpled and in a hoodie that swallows up his soft lines, making him look even softer.

‘coming right up.’ eddie rasps, his own cheeks colouring.

but the boy, he smiles. ducks his head, looks up at eddie through his lashes.

eddie’s a fucking goner.

-

steve can’t believe it. his eyes are even bigger this close up, big and brown and sparkling with life.

his hands are just as nice this close up too, delicate but capable as they move around where steve can see. he sticks his tongue out a little when he concentrates. it’s adorable.

he’s the prettiest guy steve’s ever seen.

he puts steves finished pancakes in the window with a little smile, rings the bell and seems to blush even harder. almost cringing at the sound. it’s makes steve laugh, he’s cute.

and they’re still the best pancakes the midwest has to offer, at denny’s, at 3am. even sober and nervous and exited like he is.

steve can’t help closing his eyes like always when he takes his first bite. always blown away by their sweet fluffy texture. and he makes his way through them a little quicker than normal, without robin to distract him.

they taste as good as normal but he’s right there. right there watching steve eat them. something about it makes him feel shy, barely daring to look up from his plate. but when he does the line cook has the softest smile on his face and steve relaxes, tucks his hand under his hoodie to rest on his stomach like normal. finished his pancakes.

when steve looks up again, the guy is staring at his empty plate, kind of stuck in space. but then he vanished for a moment and the door to the kitchen opens. and he’s coming over, picking up the syrupy plate and he has freckles, bats tattooed on his arm.

he’s so close. he’s so pretty this close.

the prettiest guy steve’s ever seen.

‘eddie?’ steve blurts, exited, finally able to read his name tag. his names eddie.

his name is eddie.

eddie’s cheeks get pink, the tips of his ears. he looks at steve with wide eyes ‘yeah?’ he asks, voice small and confused.

steve grins at him. ‘your names eddie.’ and he watched eddie’s smile bloom, he has dimples.

‘wha’ eddie clears his throat. ‘what’s yours?’ and steve feels his heart burst, feels like sunshine and crisp leaves.

‘steve.’ he says, a little breathless.

‘steve.’ eddie whispers.

‘when do you go on break?’ steve asks, heart beating in his throat.

eddie just shrugs, eyes still wide. ‘whenever. as long as there’s no customers in.’ and steve realises he’s the only one here. it makes him blush more, for some reason.

‘make us another batch?’ he asks, deciding to be brave, leaning over the counter, just to be a little closer. ‘we can share.’ and it’s so worth it. to see the smile grow on eddie’s face, watch him nod, watch a curl slip out of his bun. watch him work his magic through that little pass window. stealing glances at steve as he goes.

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watching steve enjoy his food is even better close up. even better than eddie could’ve imagined.

they’re sitting in steve’s usual booth, eddie’s where robin normally sits, he finally has a name for the cool girl steve hangs out with. gets to hear a little about how they met, can tell he loves her, so much. it’s sweet, his eyes shining as he talks.

so is the way steve cuts the pancakes, sweet, pushing perfectly stacked mouthfuls towards eddie to have. pancake, bacon, pancake. all covered in syrup, sticky and delicious.

eddie never really even liked pancakes much, more of a waffle guy. but sitting here, watching steve eat them, laughing and smiling at things eddie says. jaw just a little soft, upper lip smattered with hair. watching steve sigh and stretch when they’re done. that hand coming to rest on his stomach again, the way it always does, every saturday night.

eddie knows he’ll always love pancakes.

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‘how do you get them to be so good?’ steve asks, hand circling eddie’s wrist loosely, stopping him before he goes back to his job, an orders come in, he has to go. but steve needs to ask, wants to know. wants one more moment with him.

eddie smiles, takes steve’s hand and kisses the back of it. and it’s so out of place, at denny’s, at 4 am that steve giggles, almost manic. it’s the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to him.

‘they’re made with love sweetheart.’ eddie says, looking up at him from his bow, kissing his hand again before walking away. the napkin with steve’s number on tucked safely in his back pocket.

steve’s forearm scrawled in the black ink of eddie’s own.

steve goes home and falls straight to sleep. so late its almost morning, like every saturday night.

he dreams of brown eyes, and syrup.

<3

fin.

ty for reading! mwah!

@xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @pearynice @spectrum-spectre @stevesbipanic @finntheehumaneater @goodolefashionedloverboi @acedorerryn @scoops-aboy86

[ranticore]

some fashions from dry bowl, the largest continuous piece of land in siren

damp cloaks of some description are worn almost universally by aquatics on all continents if they have to spend time on land. phocids need them to protect their sensitive skin from desiccation. selkies may be fully furred but they can be bleached easily in the sun. in dry bowl, cloaks made of reeds are used as the aerenchymatic tissue within the stalk is an effective sponge and holds water extremely well. the river selkies have strict beauty standards and being sun-bleached is considered highly unsightly. this cloak features a clasp made from a piece of cut and polished scalefish scale, traded from the coast. the hat provides shade and more damp, and is built from a stick bent into a wishbone shape so that the back is open (selkies and phocids couldn't wear a hat with a closed back because of their posture), which is used as a frame for more reed thatch. fancy versions of the hat tend to ornament the central spike. sandals are worn for extended walks on dry land; selkies don't have particularly thick footpads.

reed silk cloak with gourds. the pollen equivalent of sirenian reeds is expressed in long thin strands, forming fluffy, wind-dispersed clumps at the top of the reed. these will continually fragment into tiny particles unless harvested and boiled in water, which causes the tissues to contract and toughen. this can be spun into thread. reed silk is incredibly light and floaty in texture, requiring a heavier backing for it to drape nicely, but several layers of silk sewn together can make for an outfit light enough that it can be worn in flight. landstrider harpies don't need that functionality, so they back their silk with much tougher woven plant fibres (similar to linen). with this extra weight behind it, it flows very nicely when hopping, like a ribbon. sun visors are worn here as shade is hard to come by. this outfit is complemented by the hollow, gourd-like seed casings of a ground-dwelling plant. they make a nice rattling sound and their bright red colour is eye-catching. finally, this harpy has had his wings glued and decoratively cut to match the cloak, with additional star-shaped 'windows' in the wings which will cast bright spots upon a shadow-puppet stage when held against the light.

a wrestling outfit featuring the fake teeth and bones of 'vanquished foes'. in reality they're the cut and carved shells of riverland arthropods, burned for the few seconds it takes to turn them white, sewn into a stretchy grass and sinew cloth. this is more about theatricality than anything else, and the clattering sound adds to the sport. the knuckle-guards worn by zeta are nearly always leather, which can be produced from soft-bodied fauna of the river and substrate.

[jnw1813]

Breakfast

You and Conquest have breakfast together.

In the kitchen, you prepare breakfast, sureness in every movement. Hunger gnaws at Conquest the second you begin.

He's not used to actually having the desire to eat. It was always a chore before. Meals on Viltrum were focused on getting as many calories and vitamins into them as possible, taste and texture be damned. Another result of his kinds desire to be the best of the best, the result of putting strength above all else.

That is not to say feasts didn't happen. What was the point of winning a grand battle or conquering a planet if you did not celebrate it even a little?

No Viltrumite would ever admit they enjoyed those feasts. It was the only time food would be focused on flavour than anything else. A decadence not often allowed.

With you, however, every day was like a feast, regardless of what you made or if you even made it yourself. Conquest had never understood the importance some cultures put on food before, but he did now.

A soft humming fills the air, blending with the sizzling of eggs and bacon; the smell was simple, grounded, yet divine simply because he was not used to it.

With an increasing sureness, Conquest sets the table, grabs the plates and utensils, gets the jams out (so many– humans were such frivolous yet wonderful creatures), gets the tissues– he even pours you both a glass of fruit juice!

It's the most domestic Conquest has ever been. The most domestic any Viltrumite has probably been– except Nolan.

Had he done this, too? With his human wife and half-breed son? Conquest can finally see the appeal, can finally understand why one of their best turned traitor.

If Conquest got this every morning for twenty years straight, he'd turn traitor as well!

(If he wasn't already, that is.)

The toast pops out of the toaster, and he grabs them without even a blink. His mouth waters at the thought of smothering it in jam. So far, strawberry is his favourite.

You finish cooking, and fill his plate. "A big man's gotta eat." Is all you said the first time you cooked for him, and it had taken all of his self-restraint from mating with you there and then. It was the only way he knew how to properly show his appreciation.

Eggs, bacon, fried tomatoes, and toast; the yellow centre wobbles as he adjusts his plate, popping when he dips a bit of toast into it. It leaks, and he runs the bacon through it, tastes mixing and exploding on his tongue the second he takes a bite.

Appreciation for your work comes in the form of a satisfied moan, and you smile to yourself, proud.

Food was an expression of love, Conquest discovered not long after meeting you. A form of labour, work, effort put in to satiate a need, a necessary part of life; what was not necessary, however, was just how much effort you put into it. The tastes were always pure bliss, the food's appearance carefully adjusted to appear as appealing as possible. Unnecessary, but appreciated.

When he was done, his plate was wiped clean. He licked his lips, then drank his orange juice– he prefers pomegranate or strawberry (again), but he's not picky– muffling an embarrassing belch in his fist.

He's full. Satisfied. And the day hasn't even fully begun.

When he opens his eyes from where they'd fallen shut, a moment taken to simply appreciate this moment, he meets your gaze from across the table.

Sunlight streams in, reflecting in your irises, adding depth to their colour.

Beautiful. He thinks. And he knows without a doubt, sunlight filtering in and warming his face, that you think the same.

[honeytonedhottie]

HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE september edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the september catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. a magazine for it girls ✨ and now please enjoy, the it girl magazine.

YOUR GUIDE TO VINTAGE GLAM ;

lately i've been OBSESSED with vintage glam. their makeup is so dramatized and utterly stunning and it just has this timeless elegance to it. so im super duper excited to dive into that in this catalogue…💬🎀

♡ a classic red lip

♡ winged eyeliner

♡ lush lashes

♡ defined brows (arched brows like betty boop)

♡ faux beauty marks

♡ soft eyeshadows

♡ a big bouncy blow out

♡ pearls and diamonds cuz diamonds are a girl's best friend

other details that can really capture the essence of a vintage glam look include pearl necklaces and earrings, cat-eye sunglasses, or a structured handbag. remember, its all about enhancing natural elegance with just the right amount of drama and UMPH.

you can see with this page of my fashion journal where i styled some vintage glam looks. so i incorporated silkier textures and long dresses for that old hollywood charm. idk what it is about hand gloves but they just SCREAM elegance and beauty so i incorporated that into the first outfit.

clutches are SO vintage glam and gorgeous and as u can see i incorporated pearls into the second outfit in the earrings, bracelet and neck piece.

FALL FASHION ;

fall fashion to me is tights and mini skirts. leg warmers and uggs and form fitting sweaters. let’s talk about some fall fashion. the tights and mini skirt combo is a classic and it’s an amazing way to incorporate wearing mini skirts even as the weather begins to get a little colder. the tights add a nice touch, even if it isn’t the color of ur skin tone, tights IN GENERAL look rly nice.

ankle boots, ugg boots, BOOTS are so so fall. i rly love ankle boots that have a heel to them and bonus points if ur fall shoes include fur. the fall shoes on my shopping list are ->

ugg boots

ankle boots

mary jane style shoes

ballet flats

form fitting sweaters and jackets are so in for the fall. along with tracksuits. the color pallete for having a bambi doll fall are very much browns, cashmeres, and baby pink. honestly think of neapolitan colours. pink, brown and an off-whitish almost pastel yellow. think PASTRY PRINCESS.

baby phat puffers are perfect for the transition from fall to winter and a good pair of jeans is CRUCIAL for fall. another thing i wanna talk about with fall fashion is LAYERING. layering is such an important aspect of fashion period but ESPECIALLY fall fashion. experiment with different lengths, textures etc. one of my favorite layering combination during the fall is ->

long sleeve tops with a camisole underneath

a form fitting long sleeve top (the ones with buttons at the front) look so DOLLY and adorable when u dont button it, and wear a camisole underneath. its just MWAH. some more fall fashion details also include ->

fur details

ribbons and lace details

delicate jewelry choices

tights and leg warmers

layering

boots

neopolitan cinnamon princess color scheme

long sleeves

mini skirts + tights combo

BEING A HOTTIE THIS FALL ;

fall is such an easy season to romanticize! and what better way to romanticize the fall then to make a pinterest board or a mood board. in this section of the magazine lets talk about things that u can do this fall to make ur fall SUPER memorable…💬🎀

♡ make cinnamon rolls (recipe is in the section before horoscope)

♡ go apple picking

♡ read a spooky/mystery novel

♡ pumpkin spice latte!

♡ invest in a yummy fall scented candle and light it often to make ur space smell like fall

fall beauty incorporates things like nude lip combos, warmer scents and french tips!…💬🎀

♡ soft bouncy curls

♡ nude lip combos

i recommend the nyx butter gloss (madeleine) and the nyx chocolate lip liner for a pretty chocolaty look. if ur looking for another nude lip combo use the nyx butter gloss (angel food cake) and the nyx club hopper lip liner…💬🎀

♡ french tips

♡ nude colored manicures and pedicures

♡ coffin and stiletto shaped nails

CINNAMON ROLLS RECIPE ;

nothing screams fall to me more than cinnamon rolls. they're just so yummy and cinnamony and so FALL. so here is a recipe to make ur very own cinnamon rolls this fall.

♡ in a mixing bowl, add 1 cup of warm milk

♡ 1/4 cup of sugar and 2 1/2 teaspoons of active dry yeast and give it a little mix

now set this aside for 5 minutes or until its frothed up. if it DOESNT froth up then ur yeast is not okay and ur gonna have to start again…💬🎀

♡ 4 2/3 cups of all purpose flour, 1/3 cup packed light brown sugar, 1/2 teaspoon of salt, half a teaspoon of cinnamon

♡ melt half a cup of butter and add it into the dry mixture and mix everything together in ur mixer but dont mix before adding 1 large egg and a tablespoon of vanilla extract

♡ now turn on ur mixture and knead the dough until its tacky but doesnt stick to ur fingers

♡ now get an oiled up bowl and put the dough in, and cover with a sheet. put it in a warm place so that then ur dough can rise (1 1/2 - 2 hours)

the reason why u have to wait so long is cuz the yeast is working rly hard to break down things like the milk and the butter so just be patient and excited cuz its gonna taste so good…💬🎀

♡ combine 1/2 cup of light brown sugar, 1 1/2 tablespoons of cinnamon and mix together with a fork

♡ once ur dough is done, make sure u flour up ur clean counter and put the dough onto it. with floured hands pat the dough and shape it, just kinda flatten it out

♡ spread out super soft butter across the dough and spread the cinnamon sugar we made over the dough in a nice even layer and once you've done that its time to roll the dough into a cylinder

♡ next butter ur baking dish, cut ur cinnamon rolls with some dental floss or string and place them in the dish, and make sure u give them room to grow

♡ cover them with a sheet again and put them in a warm place for 1 hour so that they can rise, once you've done that put them in the oven at 350 degrees for 20- 25 minutes

while the cinnamon rolls are baking, we'll make a luscious cream cheese icing to go on top of the cinnamon rolls once they're done…💬🎀

♡ combine 2 tablespoons of softened butter, along with 4 ounces of softened cream cheese, a pinch of salt and a teaspoon of vanilla extract and mix it with a hand mixer

♡ add 2 cups of powdered sugar and add a bit of milk as needed. if u want a thicker icing or a thinner one

♡ lastly add ur icing all over the top of ur cinnamon rolls once they're out of the oven and ENJOY

WHATS MY HOROSCOPE (SEPTEMBER 27-31) ;

♡ for virgo, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your self-esteem and natural talents are activated. with the ability to earn money and achieve success heightened, abundance flows. just be sure you’re saving, budgeting, and making wise investments. venus moves into scorpio on the same day, energizing your communication zone. surface-level connections will fall flat as you crave deeper, more intimate conversations. mercury enters libra on september 26, enhancing your powers of negotiation and manifestation.

♡ for aries, the energy changes when the sun enters libra on the twenty-second, activating your relationship sector. use this opportunity to strengthen your closest bonds, form alliances, and bring your romantic visions to life. venus enters scorpio the same day to awaken your realm of intimacy and money. you could find yourself drawn to mysterious people or situations. venus in motivated scorpio elevates your drive, making you an unstoppable force, especially regarding manifestation. this is an excellent time to negotiate. mercury enters libra on september 26, adding a dash of charm to communication with your loved ones.

♡ for taurus, the sun enters libra on september 22 and brings warmth to your realm of service and self-love. strive to create a healthy work/life balance. your relationships deepen when venus enters scorpio later the same day, bringing intensity to your closest connections. you could feel a stronger desire for intimacy and a pull toward mystery and secrets. be conscious of codependency and unrealistic expectations. mercury moves into harmony-seeking libra on september 26, encouraging solutions and charisma within your relationships.

♡ for gemini, you’re full of joy, creativity, and romance when the sun enters libra on september 22, activating your happiness sector. inspiration will be heightened, so pay attention to your ideas. when venus enters scorpio on the same day, it’s time to turn your attention inward. your desire to explore the depths of your mind, body, and soul intensifies, making this an excellent time to embrace self-care practices that promote greater self-love. mercury enters libra on september 26, awakening your charisma and warmth in communications.

♡ for cancer, when the sun enters air sign libra on september 22, you’ll feel ready to cozy up with your loved ones and enjoy the comforts of your environment. with your zone of intuition activated, your emotions will be powerful. venus enters scorpio on the same day, and your creativity will skyrocket. if you crave more romance, initiate it. mercury enters libra on september 26, encouraging you to share your real feelings.

♡ for leo, when the sun enters libra on september 22, you’ll feel eager to express your incredible ideas and connect with others. activating your communication sector, the libra sun enhances your natural charisma and creates ease in conversations. venus enters mysterious scorpio on the same day, prompting you to reflect on your emotional needs. your heart requires you to be assertive, especially with loved ones. mercury moves into peace-loving libra on september 26, inviting you to communicate from a place of neutrality.

♡ for libra, the sun enters your sign on september 22, ushering in a brand-new cycle. you’re the star of the show and your powers of manifestation are heightened. get ready for an exciting new chapter full of opportunity! venus enters scorpio on the same day, enhancing your ability to earn money. mercury enters your sign on september 26, which gives you the gift of clarity. share your ideas and express yourself. you will be well received.

♡ for scorpio, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your need for retreat and soul-searching is highlighted. over the next few weeks, you’ll find the most peace during moments of relaxation. the libra sun activates your imagination, so allow yourself moments to get lost in fantasy and embrace the fluidity and surrender it brings. venus enters your sign on the same day, prompting you to ardently pursue your deepest desires and ask for what you want. mercury enters libra on september 26, helping you process your subconscious thoughts.

♡ for sagittarius, you’re ready to connect with friends when the sun enters libra on september 22, energizing your zone of community. it’s an excellent time to collaborate with others and show up on social media. venus enters scorpio and your privacy sector on the same day, prompting you to take intentional time alone to get clear on your emotional needs. mercury enters libra on september 26, and exciting conversations take place.

♡ for capricorn, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your career and goals come into focus. you’re especially magnetic and charming, which bodes well for negotiations. find ways to creatively showcase your gifts and embrace your people skills to achieve success this season. recognition arrives when you show up confidently, so find ways to empower yourself. venus enters scorpio on the same day, bringing intimacy to your friendships. mercury moves into libra on september 26, offering you clarity on your goals and the ability to plan them.

♡ for aquarius, imagination and creativity are the keys to your success. you’ll feel ready for expansion and adventure when the sun enters libra on september 22, energizing your zone of exploration. plan an exciting excursion with loved ones or book a spiritual retreat. personal freedom will feel important for you, so be mindful of overcommitting yourself to serious tasks that feel like burdens. venus enters scorpio later the same day, motivating you to make power moves in your career. mercury enters libra on september 26, boosting your ability to learn quickly.

♡ for pisces, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your sights will be set on resources and intimacy. when it comes to your closest bonds, you’ll crave lots of privacy. your approach to money will feel more solution based, and you could tap into a new revenue stream. venus enters scorpio the same day, inviting you to take a chance. mercury moves into libra on september 26, activating your need for deep conversations.

[daddyhausen]

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featherlike leaves shielded his vision from glaring sunlight, half-lidded in exhaustion, his head pressed back in respite against a sturdy sycamore trunk, mind half in and out of consciousness. the silence was comforting for once, calm, and peaceful, unlike the silence that ravaged his mind, akin to violent static rather than serine white noise. ii exhaled a breath, a tired, weary one that almost mimicked the nearby birdsong of blackbirds, with a small airy lilt on his breath. it allowed him to clear all the melancholy from his head. the forest was dense in vegetation, streaks of sunlight bled through a sea of green, leaves littered with small samara fruits and unripened figs, some discarded, rotted in the dewy grass around his inky fingers. he let his fist tighten in the slick strands, wet dew-dropped blades imprinted in a dull green in his palm. he pulled his hand back and inspected the stain, the texture the imprint left behind on his palm, how the blades of grass indented the skin, pallor faded from his flesh as the colour returned.

a voice, distinctively feminine roused from the silence, offered him some form of reprieve from his mind.

“what troubles you?”

his eyes followed the sound, a soft lilt, calm and gentle like the breeze. his beloved, shrouded in a thin, white, gossamer robe, which shimmered a faint iridescent pink under sunlight, a matching silk shift beneath to cover your most modest of areas. feet were bare as usual, skin mingled with tufts of grass, toes curled and spread through them. in your hands, you held a set of knitting needles, a ball of yarn–a muted blue with flecks of grey and green– rested in your lap, your eyes fixated, focused knitting a sweater for him in preparation for the colder months. your fingers worked diligently, with precision and speed. the slender digits adorned with rings of white gold, beautiful bold sapphires in the centre, they matched his eyes so perfectly, ii smiled at the thought. an angel you are, an actual angel.

“nothing, my love” he replied, a hint of sombre in his words.

you tucked the needles into the ball of yarn so the stitching would not come loose. your eyes searched his expression. only his eyes present through his mask. cold and oceanic– a storm of emotion brewing beneath. you furrowed your eyebrows as you chewed the inside of your cheek in contemplation. ii had never been one to reveal any emotion, let alone negative ones. you inhaled a weary breath, your voice on the cusp of a sentence before you parted your lips with your tongue, you halted yourself as you scooted closer to him. you took his grass-stained hand in yours, a pearly, neatly-manicured thumb, smoothed over his knuckles.

“your mind is normally so volatile, when it quiets is when i worry” your voice orchestral in his ears, which swirled dormant in his mind until the crescendo brought the sound forth. you were right, as much as he enjoyed the silence, the serenity of their sanctuary at that moment. what were once comatose thoughts distracted by a preoccupied consciousness were woken from their dreadful slumber. ii turned to you, his hand balled into a fist around yours, a thumb stroked over dainty knuckles like you’d done moments prior. hidden behind his mask lies a quivered bottom lip, one that you had not yet seen, nor will you ever see. you will age and wither away while he’d forced to watch her decay with every passing day.

and she…is somehow content with that future. and he…well…he is in awe of the fact that you’d be willing to love someone such as him, masked, hidden–cursed with immortal life and can’t even sample a kiss from such perfect lips. you did not deserve such a fate. an angel such as yourself deserved a man who would relinquish mind, body, and soul. not a man who hides his face in cowardice, scarred or not. ii went to speak however words failed to pass his lips. they were caught in his throat like concrete pillars that pushed their way down into his chest with an overwhelming tightness. he swallowed thickly and blinked away heavy tears that threatened to spill over.

“when i’m left alone with my thoughts…” he began, eyes focused on the ground as he the myriad of green beneath his palms, now speckled with flecks of dirt and grime.

“i cannot help but think how i lived my life before meeting you” his words were genuine of course but laced with a hint of remorse. he does not want to put the pressure of his life onto you or religate the entire relationship solely as a means of survival.

you squeezed his hand tighter as a form of silent reassurance.

“you…you are simply incredible” he breathes, an almost sigh of relief, his insecurities still bubbled under the surface.

“you are the sun that warms my skin…the birdsong that wakes me from endless slumber. every time i close my eyes i envision you, praying it's the last thing i see at night and the first when i rise.”

he takes your knuckles, bringing them to his mask in place of where his lips would be, he still attempted to kiss them despite leather and metal blocking the action.

“i am nowhere near deserving of you” he paused, taking in another shaky inhale. “i am overjoyed you have chosen me to love despite my…imperfections”

“and i will always choose you” you climb atop his lap, the yarn, needles, and half-knitted sweater discarded in the grass beside him. “mask or not, you are my love”

you cup his cheeks delicately in your palms, sapphires glimmering in the sun, stark against the dark, ashy gunmetal grey of his mask. he relishes the sensation despite not technically being able to feel your fingers against his skin. his stomach swirled with nausea, an odd encumberment, the feeling like lead weights in his belly. for once, he’d love to reverie in the feeling of your warm skin against his face, the pads of your fingertips trace across the mounds of his lips, the tip of his nose, apples of cheeks, even the rolling hills of his eyelids. but he cursed forever to shroud his face will never no such delicacy.

her lips featherlight with their kisses against the mask, despite the lack of contact it still made his skin tingle in delight, a shiver that ran from behind his ears to the base of his spine, through appendages, and bursting through fingers and toes. his hands weave behind her head, settling at the sabe of your neck, taking gentle fistfuls of your hair between his fingers, maneuvering your head so that your lips rested between the crook of his neck and shoulder, so your lips would be able to grace his exposed flesh. you let your lips roam the skin, kisses more feverish than before, petalled buds stained with the juice of freshly eaten figs mingle with the sheen of perspiration on his skin–an unusual combination but a welcomed taste.

ii groans, a deep sound rumbling from within his chest, curious hands explore further down, twirling pieces of gossamer between thick, calloused fingertips, interchanging between the fabric and the skin of your back, a fingertip traces down your exposed back underneath the robe, he felt your body stiffen, back arching so your body pressed forward, breasts flattened against his chest, nipples peaked beneath the fabric. lower his hands continued to explore, cupping the swell of your ass, giving a gentle squeeze to the flesh. a moan parted your lips, soft breath tickled his neck.

“lift yourself, my angel”

his fingers were quick, impatient as your hips parted from his, lifting the skirts of your dress and robe, blush pink gossamer and silk spilled around his thighs as he exposed your lower half to the springtime elements, he marveled down at your void for a moment, how it glistened with sweetness, a wet patch evident on his thigh, not that he seemed to mind, he delighted in seeing the product of your arousal so evident on him. he licked his lips behind the mask, tongue jutting against the leather that shielded his lips from yours, cursing the fact that he’ll never know what you taste like, only forced to imagine. would you be sweet, like honey? perhaps like the figs you consumed previously? he’ll never know and it angers him.

ii slipped a hand between your thighs, his index finger traced the shape of your void, he committed the feeling to memory as he dipped a finger inside, letting the warmth, and the wetness mingle with his skin, a small whimper rose in your throat, rumbling through your lips and against his neck, your fingers clench in fistfuls around his cloak pulling yourself closer into his chest, warmth tightening around than releasing in small pulses around his fingers before he relinquishes them from you.

ii’s hand is pried from between your thighs and shoved down his pants in breathless haste, cock throbbing with desire against his stomach, drooling frothy with arousal bubbling at the tip. he holds it with one hand, positioning it at your entrance and your body shivers in anticipation as the milky tip drags up and down your clit. he uses his free hand to guide your hips down, groaning in pleasure feeling the stretch of your cunt around him, sinking deeper into your void. your eyes squeezed shut as you persisted in taking his entire length. a small whine through clenched teeth catches his attention.

“shh my love, i am right here. you’re alright…” he exhales “that’s it precious girl…there you go”

he bottomed out inside of you, your hips now conjoined, he allowed you some respite, and he let you adjust to his size. ii cupped your cheeks, your actions mimicked from before, thumbs swiping away fresh tears that lingered on your cheeks from the sheer effort on your part it took to accommodate him.

“nothing compares to being inside you, my love” his hands leave your hips curling around your back, grasping your shoulder blades, leaving little room for movement, keeping you pinned to him with his cock inside you.

“you feel heavenly”

“as do you”, you sigh, hips slowly gyrating in small circles to provide some friction to your aching loins.

“no no, stay still my love. do not move, let me do all the work”

ii’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close, head nestled firmly between the soft mounds of your breasts. he inhaled the fragrance of jasmine and orange blossom that radiated from your skin. his tongue jutted forward as if licking your flesh, only to be met with coarse leather, it felt like static against his tongue. he jutted his hips forward and pressed on the small of your back to the angle you correctly so you’d take all of him.

“ii…” you whimpered, bottom lip quivered in pleasure, hips matching his in slow rhythmic strokes as he rutted up into you.

“y-yes…?” he breathes, profanity on the tip of his tongue yet it does not escape

he felt your walls stretch around him, a tight clench with each movement, a pulse–a heartbeat. your breath fluttered against his eyelids, through the slits of his mask, harmonized with wispy pleasured moans. your lips contorted and crumpled together as you tried to soften the sounds that escaped them yet yearned with a desire to speak.

“speak to me, my angel” he cooed, his words persistent. a gasp rose in your throat, and your fingers curled tighter against his coat, sure that your nails would split the seams.

“i wish to stay like this forever…”

“we have forever, my love”

forever until your mortal body perishes from this world at least.

you did not question it, you knew his immortality was a blessing and a curse. you'd cherish the moments you'd have with him. until your hair has greyed and your skin wrinkled with a lifetime of joy and memories. he’d remain stuck in eternal being, ageless, neither progressing nor regressing, just stagnant.

he groaned again, arms tightened around you. he kept you still as his hips pistoned up into you, barely brushing against your cervix, in anticipation of the force you clenched around him, feeling the throb of his cock pulse against your tight silky walls. his fingertips traced shapes against your back and circled your shoulder blades as if sampling your skin for the first time, each moment was different, igniting a new spark of arousal within him. he could not let you go, he’d never even think to do such a thing. you were his sanctuary, a moment of peace in his eternal hell. your body is a temple for him to worship at the altar between your thighs, your womb a home for his future offspring.

“i curse the day the gods take you from me”

his head buried in your chest, thrusts growing a little more frantic as emotion swelled up in him, hot tears spilled down the inside of his mask wetting his cheeks hidden from you. he sobbed, a defiant cry against his gods, a plea for them to cease your mortality, and allow him to keep you forever.

“my love..” you whispered, lips pressed softly against his mask in breathless pants, an attempt to speak was cut off by his rambling.

“death is a better fate because i know that i’ll be with you…”

“my love…” you repeated, taking control of your hips as you gyrated them faster, in tighter circles against him. your hand grasped his face, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“i am here…” his eyes bore into yours tenderly and teary. “ i am here right now, that is all that matters”

you did not cease your movements, instead increasing them as he pressed his back into the tree stump, letting his loins full and overflow with arousal.

“i just-” he cursed, profanity hidden under his breath. “i cannot imagine a life without you in it”

you placed another chaste kiss onto his masked lips, back arched as you continued to ride him, feeling the weight of your orgasm build in your stomach. breaths escaped him in short bursts, his chest rose and fell with the rapidness of his heartbeats, he leaned in as if to replicate a kiss.

“then let me give you something to remember me by…”

your arms locked around him, holding him close to your chest as you bounce and rock against him, the action took him by surprise, his eyes widen, cock ached in pleasure, and a familiar tightness in his abdomen sent spasms down his thighs.

“my angel…” his sentence cut off with a moan, taking a hand from your waist back into the moist grass beside him, tugging at the blades between his fingers. “what are you-mmm, love…fuck”

he held your face in his hands committing it to memory, thumbs swirled delicate circles across the apples of your cheeks as your cunt seized around him, dripping with the sweetness of your desire.

“love…lift yourself…i cannot- i need to! -mmm fuck”

in response to his pleas, you lowered yourself, simply grinding against him until the both of you spilled over. he filled you to the brim, his seed coated your walls, warm frothy cum leaked out of your void, his hips covered in his warmth as you grind your clit against the mound of his cock, edging yourself closer and closer to release. his thighs shook with small twitches of delight, still immersed inside you. your juices soaked into the fabric of his pants as you kept yourself firmly pressed against him, his size so perfectly nestled in your walls, savoring every last drop of his cum.

“you…” he panted, mouth cottony and dry as he spoke as he gasped for air. a shudder passed his lips as you pulled off of him, cum leaked down your inner thighs, all creamy and white against your perfect flesh. he was quick despite lethargy slowly creeping up on him, his fingers scooped up the mixture of your essences, guiding them back into your warmth, he made sure to not waste any and to ensure it takes.

“darling…” he continued. “if you wanted me to give you a child so badly you could have just asked”

a small chuckle breathlessly flutters from his lips. your bodies finally parted, the fabric of your gown cascading down your sweat and cum slicken thighs, resting in the grass as you lay your head upon his lap. ii's size was still exposed, throbbing with a soft pulse of the after-effects of his orgasm.

“i prefer the spontaneity” you smile, drawing idle shapes into his thigh “you surely enjoyed it”

“ of course” he hummed, resting his head back against the sycamore trunk, his softened cock haphazardly shoved back into his pants. his fingers threaded through your hair, massaging your scalp with gentle strokes. the sky was hazy, and clouds dispersed amongst the sunset–a mix of orange, pink, and especially violet. a silence befell both of you, a comfortable one but silence nonetheless, and his thoughts awoke again.

if he were cursed with eternal life, at least now he’d have something to remind him of you when your time does come. a permanent memory, that is if the child does inhibit his immortal trait. he hopes so, he fears nothing more than to outlive his child, any parent would feel the same, the sheer heartbreak it would bring him. he’d wish for nothing more than to take their place in the ground beside you, consumed by worms and soil.

“you’ve gone quiet again.” your voice was barely above a whisper. ii sighed, and pulled you up so you were sitting between his legs. he stared at you for a moment, admiring the tired gaze you held, how your eyelids struggled to stay open, an almost vacant stare in such gorgeous eyes.

“i’m just…” he paused, marveling at your gaze. “so happy in this moment”

he pulled you close to his chest as he peppered sweet kisses to your hairline through his mask.

“i love you” he praised. “even once the sun dies and i’m forced to roam in darkness, my love, you will be my light”

he felt you nuzzle into him, a silent yet tender reminder.

“in every lifetime, in every universe, i will spend eternity loving you, and only you”

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