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pugh-bug · 2 months

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Art Donaldson x reader

If people like this I’ll write a part 2 and possibly some sub Art fics in the future. Challengers is all I can think about at the moment and this blonde man is living rent free in my brain.

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‘Come on come on, they can never have too many pictures taken of them!’

Your friend dragged you and your mediocre camera, quite forcefully, to Tashi Duncan’s party. It wasn’t just that you hadn’t been invited and that you weren’t remotely a tennis player it was that Ashley’s lame excuse of ‘they need more photographers’ was patently untrue. Everywhere you looked there were photographers with cameras that cost more than your yearly rent.

‘I’ll get us a drink wait here.’

You watched her confidently insert herself into the queue for the bar, in between endless posters of Tashi Duncan hoodies and Tashi Duncan headbands. If you hadn’t been such a feminist you might have felt a little sick from all the masturbatory self promotion.

In your idleness you decided to people watch. There were no less than a hundred people there already, all dressed elegantly with hair and makeup that no doubt took longer to do than the night would even last. You pulled at your tight dress. Flattering? Definitely. Comfortable? Absolutely not. Ashley had the tennis body, the Tashi Duncan confidence and skill but without the praise or queue of fans. You had your camera.

You hadn’t touched a tennis racket since you were ten years old. These people weren’t your peers they were your betters, including the snobby photographers and perhaps even including Ashely. At least she knew what ‘down the line’ meant.

‘Can we go?’ Your voice sounded bitter as Ashley handed you a cocktail. ‘I’ve got two photoshoots to edit for tomorrow and I don’t even like tennis! Why am I even here?’ As your friend defended her plan to ‘sleep with as many rich tennis players as possible’ your eyes wandered once again, this time landing on a man who needed no introduction.

‘Is that … Art Donaldson?’

It was him, smoking a cigarette by Patrick Zweig dressed for Summer. Fire and ice in the flesh. You suddenly felt the need to readjust your dress, your hair, your earrings. To fidget. To fidget and prepare for the chance he might look in your direction and see what he wanted.

‘Fuck me it’s Zweig.’

As Ashley launched into a thesis on why Patrick was the hottest man she’d ever seen, your eyes bored into the side of Art’s head. His curls fell so perfectly on his forehead but all you could find yourself imagining was messing them up. As your staring breached the line of too far, Ashley tapped your arm. ‘Think I should go talk to him? Flirt a bit? He’s a bit of a man whore, I’m pretty sure I could get him.’ Just as you opened your mouth to speak, the recipient of your staring began to move closer.

It only took a few moments for Art to reach yours and Ashley’s corner of refuge but his eyes never strayed from you. Zweig had followed him like a puppy and whilst you couldn’t have cared less where the brunette chose to stand, you could practically feel Ashley screaming in her head.

‘Aaliyah right? You basically murdered my friend out there yesterday.’ As Ashley corrected Patrick’s memory, you forced your eyes to look at anything that wasn’t Art’s knowing smirk in your direction. It didn’t work, in fact your refusal to make eye contact with the future star had made your feelings glaringly obvious.

You’d watched him play many times, instead of doing your own work, and although you found tennis a little boring the man had you riveted. The ease at which he hit the ball with such force, the little hand movements he’d do during a tie break and his cruel habit of taking his shirt off on hot days … you were hooked.

As he eyed your dress you wondered if he’d seen you, made note of just how many matches you’d been front and centre at. Maybe he knew you were an amateur photographer and perhaps his smirk was intended as a mockery of your being there. Art knew you didn’t belong at thee Tashi Duncan’s after party. You both knew it. He looked at you, finally as you’d lifted your gaze, and cocked his head slightly to the side.

‘So, you don’t like tennis?’

Shit.

‘Oh. You heard that.’

‘Yep.’

His voice was glazed with amusement as he sipped his cold beer, daring you to defend yourself.

‘Ashley was invited,’ you lied with little ease. ‘I’m here as her friend- well I guess also photographer but you all seem to have that covered.’ Both yours and Art’s eyes glanced at the gang of professionals taking Tashi’s photo. She was holding the shimmering trophy as if it was nothing of real value, she had the humble but proud smile down. Art clocked your jealous expression and raised an eyebrow. ‘Tashi not your favourite?’

‘She’s pretty amazing and she looks fucking beautiful tonight I can’t lie. I just, I guess I wish I was that talented.’

Despite her successful flirting to Patrick, Ashley heard your little, sad admission. Mentally you scolded yourself for letting Art see your vulnerable side. Instead of judgement he smiled.

‘Are you not the best at getting front row seats?’

He left off ‘at my matches’ but the point had been made loud and clear. You chose not to react and to ignore him completely. ‘Ashley?’ But when you turned your head to your friend you saw her mouth was occupied. Oh.

Art laughed at his best friend. ‘Seriously? You couldn’t go one night?’ No, Patrick couldn’t and he couldn’t find it in his horny heart to feel guilty for stealing your one friend and escape route from you. The pair, still connected by their lips, hurried away from the party and to some poor fucker’s bedroom. You were alone with Art Donaldson and the party that engulfed the two of you had began to die down.

‘I should go too-‘

‘Wanna go down to the beach with me?’

You couldn’t help but scoff audibly at his request. ‘You don’t even know my name.’

Art’s eyes practically gleamed with cheekiness as he moved towards you. ‘Then tell me.’

‘It’s Y/N.’

With a charming smile he repeated his offer. ‘Y/N… wanna go down to the beach with me?’

If a mind reader had been in attendance you’d have been mortified as your first thought was: Oh god have I even shaved?

The decision to take your heels off had been an impulsive one and an instant regret as you felt the brittle sand rub against your toes. Avoiding the broken glass, you walked into Art’s shoulder and quickly apologised. ‘You’re like a baby deer.’

You perched on the rock overlooking the water that moonlight reached. Art’s eyes were transfixed on you as your hair blew from your shoulders. Surely he was just bored and flirting for fun. But you hadn’t seen him speak to anyone except Patrick before approaching you.

‘What is it about photography?’ Art gestured to the camera you almost forgot you were still wearing around your neck.

‘What is it about tennis?’

Art lit his second cigarette, took a drag and smirked.

‘I’ll let you answer that.’

Much to his elation, your dress had begun to ride up but you hadn’t noticed. You simply dug your toes in the sand and smiled coyly at the blonde. But how to best handle this?

‘Watching you play tennis isn’t like watching other people play tennis.’

Art grinned, only for a moment, but you caught the ego boost in real time. He moved backwards in his chair, outstretching his long legs and looking up at you with keen interest and quiet amusement. ‘Go on.’

Your mind flashed back to his most recent match. His opponent had purposefully coughed every time it was Art’s turn to serve and instead of letting it distract him or doing it back Art had fired the ball, with force, by his head. It had been a warning, not a greatly subtle one but certainly great to watch. The shock on the boys face as he narrowly missed receiving a black eye had made you laugh and you suddenly remembered Art had beamed at you when you had.

‘You’re just really good at it.’

‘Try again.’

He wasn’t making this easy for you but that didn’t mean you had to shower him in compliments, not when he hadn’t so much as asked you your name until prompted. You watched him, completely settled and comfortable in Tashi Duncan’s deck hair and wondered if someone this confident and talented (and knew as much) could possibly be single… unless?

‘Are you and Patrick just friends?’

He twitched ever so slightly at your question before covering his shock with a chuckle.

‘Umm.. yes. Sorry to disappoint.’

You smiled, suddenly feeling more confident now that you’d put him on the spot for the first time that night.

‘Not disappointed.’

Seeing you at ease, seemingly with any answer he had to offer, Art relaxed into his chair again. A moment of silence passed as the two of you listened to the very end of the party above and the seas tumbling waves. The water was just beginning to reach the rock you’d been safely perching on. A sign to leave.

‘I think I should go back to my ho-AAA!’

You’d barely taken two steps before buried broken glass assaulted your feet.

‘Jesus fuck!’

‘Y/N!’

The pain shot through you from toe to head, it settled in between your eyebrows as you frowned, trying not to scream. Art’s face was a picture of panic. He couldn’t help but notice how much pain you were in from putting weight on your foot, which had just begun to bleed as a thought entered his head.

‘I’ll carry you.’

‘I think I can walk.’

You took a hesitant step further but your foot ,in an act of betrayal, buckled under the pain. Giving Art a look of defeat you sighed. ‘Yeah, I think you’re gonna have to.’

You thought it would feel strange, the man whom you’d been watching almost obsessively for months play a sport you despised carrying you to safety. It didn’t. It felt right. His strong arms flexed under your weight as he took confident but cautious steps to Tashi’s party. There wasn’t much left of it. In fact the only people still there were two photographers packing up their lighting equipment and they didn’t give you so much as a second glance.

‘Any chance you secretly are friends with Tashi?’ Art asked, his voice hopeful, hoping he could drop you off to safety. He pursed his lips when you shook your head. Another moment of silence passed through the two of you but this one was different. You craned your neck out to gage the distance before suggesting:

‘My hotel really isn’t far. A mile at most.’

Art smirked for a moment, forgetting what the actual circumstances were. Your foot had stopped bleeding but you didn’t feel like walking. In fact you were rather enjoying Art Donaldson: the knight in shining armour. It was a good look on him.

‘Uber?’

‘Think of it as a workout.’

It wasn’t the recreational workout Art had been hoping for that night but he did it. He carried you and your shoes to your hotel room. The receptionist barely reacted to your new person but of course what did she care? She was probably only concerned with what mess you’d leave the cleaners.

‘67, this is it.’

Art put you down, keeping his arm around your waist for support. He was a little flushed from the exertion and you were flushed from the pain, or perhaps just his wandering hand.

‘Do you want me to st-‘

‘I want you to stay.’ You interrupted him hurriedly, desperate for him to stay. In that moment you didn’t mind if he stayed to read the complimentary bible next to you or if he wanted to fuck you mercilessly in front of the bathroom mirror. You just wanted him close.

At your eagerness, Art smiled following you in. Your hotel room was not too messy for visitors but it certainly hadn’t been expecting any. For a moment you wondered how Ashley was getting on in her room down the hall and if she too had embarrassed herself in front of her favourite tennis player. Somewhat likely.

‘I think seeing as you’ve carried me bleeding you can see me in pyjamas. Give me one se-‘

You gestured to the bathroom and your dress, looking forward to getting out of it but Art shook his head. You froze. His face was one of sheer determination and unwavering confidence, not unlike the look he gave cocky opponents who needed humbling. He closed the gap between you until his chest was inches from yours but blocked by your camera. You took it off, not breaking eye contact, and placed it slowly on the desk behind you.

Just as you thought the only way to break the silence would be with a kiss, Art broke eye contact. ‘Do you have any antiseptic wipes? Anything to clean it?’ You felt your stomach unclench. ‘Yeah.’ Limping slightly, you fetched a packet from the bathroom sink and placed them in Art’s open palm. He gestured to the bed.

‘Sit.’

His order was polite but you felt compelled. Sitting on your own bed as if it was alien, you looked up at him waiting for the next.

‘Foot.’

Art got down on his knees. Your stomach flipped. With careful hands, he held your injured foot and inspected it. You’d never felt so exposed before, the way his eyes engaged with your wound as if it were more fascinating than any match he’d won. There was an unspoken rule for neither of you to speak as he cleaned you. It stung like a bitch but you only let out minor hisses in pain, barely audible to Art but not unnoticeable.

As he took out a plaster, seemingly from thin air, and applied it to your foot he said: ‘Before tonight,’ Ouch. You winced from the pressure he applied. ‘I’d seen you watching me.’ He didn’t look at you, only concentrating on his handiwork and causing you as little pain as possible.

‘Yeah I gathered from all the teasing.’

His voice grew suddenly lower. ‘I’m not talking about tennis matches.’

You were suddenly reminded of a not so distant memory. Ashley had stood you up for lunch, she’d found a better hot date, and you had been in the cafeteria alone. Art had been queuing in front of you, waiting for Patrick and you’d been in awe. What you hadn’t noticed was that he’d sensed your eyes burning holes into the back of his head long before he turned around. He had given you a passing look of recognition and slight amusement before finding his seat next to Patrick.

You imagined alongside that memory were hundreds others. Hundreds of days you’d stared at Art, watched how he span his apples before eating them and the line of his jaw when he drank water in oppressive heat. All the time he had known, you just hadn’t been as subtle as you thought.

‘Oh.’

Art gave you your foot back and sat on the bed beside you. For a moment you couldn’t bare to look at him, incase he disappeared and decided it was funnier to leave you hanging. Your foot was the least of your worries. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d really kissed someone, with feverish need, but you wanted to.

Noticing your inward battle, Art raised his hands almost in defeat. ‘I can leave.’ He meant it, there was no judgement. You turned to him, your eyes meeting his clouded with lust, and recognised that this was a man who needed to be wanted. He wanted to give and receive pleasure, not out of boredom but out of a clawing need for it. If you wanted him to leave then he’d leave but if you wanted him to stay then he’d make the most of it.

Your hand settled atop of his.

‘Don’t.’

Part 2

#challengers #challengers fic #mike faist #art donaldson #art Donaldson x reader #art donaldson fan fic #art donaldson fanfic #challengers x reader #challengers art Donaldson #challengers 2024 #x reader

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teyamsatan · 9 months

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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɪ - ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ

pairing: Neteyam x human!reader (part of Cruel Summer)

➽ a/n: omg the first new work for kinktober! so a bit of background, in my cruel summer sequel, the 1, i wrote this one memory in which i mention neteyam once woke vol up by giving her head, and it's been stuck in my head ever since so when i saw the eating out prompt, i knew it had to be about these two bc i love them so much and i love making myself sad by writing their love story. anyway i hope you enjoy ilysm smooches oxxoxoxoo

➽ words: 1,3k

➽ warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them. other warnings include: somnophilia, touch of praise kink, dirty talk, oral - female receiving.

➽ taglist (x) ➽ kinktober masterlist (x)

In the few months since your birthday, since that first time, Neteyam has looked for every excuse to be close to you, to feel you, your body, your touch, your breath as it fans over his face, your little cunt as it wrapped around his cock in the way that drove him crazy, that made him feel like he was forever ruined for any other girl, for the rest of time. It didn’t help that he loved you, that he felt like every star in the sky was dull and boring in comparison to the freckles on your face, like the moons rose and set from your eyes, like your smile was the lighthouse that forever guided his heart to where he belonged, to where the rest of his life would revolve around. Today, he was so excited to see you, to talk to you, to be your teacher in the art and skill it took to be a Na’vi. His mum might not be happy about it, but she didn’t know you, she didn’t understand. So excited, he was, in fact, you were not awake, not even close, by the time he opened the door to your room that was so cold, it was sending shivers down his spine - not as many or as powerful, though, as the sight of you, bare thighs and glistening folds visible as you were laying on your front, one leg spread over your duvet. Fuck.

With a loud gulp and a newfound uncomfortable tightness in his loincloth, Neteyam found himself slowly approaching you, careful not to wake you. If he had to disturb your peaceful slumber for a day full of training and putting up with him, he figured he might as well make it worth your while. There were very few things in the world Neteyam loved more than eating you out - seeing you come undone around him, getting to taste you over and over like a parched man in the desert, feeling your hand tighten in his hair, desperately pushing him closer to your needy cunt until he was buried in you, in your warmth, covered in your slick, lapping at your cum until you were squirming under him, crying from overstimulation.

Climbing quietly on top of you, he thanked his lucky star and his Na’vi training for the ability to be as stealthy as he was, and, lowering himself until his mouth was next to your ear, and two fingers gathering your abundant slick running down your body and onto your bedsheets, he spoke:

“Look how wet you are for me. Fuck. I love you, Vol. I love you so much, and I know I’m never going to be able to say it to you, not without ruining us, but I can show you. I can show you. Every time your eyes roll in the back of your head, every scratch of your fingers on my back, every time you scream my name in the dead of night as you let me explore your body and your limits, know that this is me, loving you, confessing to you, in the best way I know how.”

He was happy when you didn’t wake up, but stirred minutely in your sleep, whispering half-attempts at his name that made his heart flutter in his chest and fill the room with momentary saccadic music that was previously heavy with the otherwise comfortable silence. His large hands were trailing down your body in whispered touches until they came to rest comfortably on your plush, plump ass. He couldn’t help the way his tongue traced every inch of your thighs, taking his sweet time, enjoying every moment he heard you whimper in your sleep, until he reached what he’s been craving, what he’s been dreaming about since the moment he’s called you his that fateful birthday. The way he licked your pussy from your clit to your ass was hungry, perverted even. He needed this, and so, as he always did, he dedicated everything he had to eating you out, groaning into your core as his tongue was circling your needy bud, swollen and pulsating with the sensation overload.

A beautiful, glorious, nefarious dream was nothing new recently, your mind desperately trying to cling onto every bit of Neteyam as you could, unable to let him go even in your sleep. It was still new, this friends-with-benefits endeavour you had going on, and as such, you didn’t want to overwhelm him with the desire you felt taking over you every second you were in his presence. Your dreams, though... your dreams compensated for it, and doing a good job at it as such, his beautiful golden eyes peaking up from underneath his lashes, locked onto your own as his face was buried in you, tongue lapping viciously at your folds. You knew you should be quiet, but you couldn’t help the whines and moans of pleasure that only he would ever be able to coax out of you. It wasn’t long before moans turned to cries as the dream slowly slipped from your grasp, and the thought of letting go of it hurt you more than you were able to comprehend. It was strange when the confines of the fantasy collapsed but the pleasure bubbling in your core didn’t, and you let out a quiet, huffed gasp as soon as your eyes opened and you were met with the same image as the one you had just left behind.

“T-teyam?” He didn’t stop his ministrations, not for anything in the world, but the low chuckle he let out was felt deep within you, and you moaned, the feeling too overwhelming to be repressed. He was so skilled, so good at the way he used his tongue, at the way his two large fingers were scissoring you open, pushing buttons you didn’t even know existed before him.

“You make me crazy, Vol. You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“Shit, a-agh, please.”

“What do you need, Vol? Tell me what you need.”

You didn’t need to tell him, not when he was doing it, not when he was licking and sucking your clit in a way that made you see stars, not when the sensations were reaching a dangerous high, that you knew you would reach an unbearable zenith, not when his fingers were rhythmically caressing your G-spot and your orgasm was drawing oh, so near and you knew it would tear you apart when it washed over you.

“What happened, Vol? Palulukan got your tongue?”

“Don’t stop, please! Fuck.”

“Look at me. Keep your eyes on me, Vol. I need to see your eyes when I make you cum.”

If someone told you there was the elixir of life in between your thighs and Neteyam wanted to live forever, you’d believe them. And so you watched as he finished you off, desire and hunger swirling in his beautiful golden orbs, struggling to keep your eyes on him when all you wanted was to bury your head in between the pillows as you rode out your orgasm, that crashed and burned, but healed you instead of tearing you apart. There was beauty in being with Neteyam, the man you’ve known all your life, the man who knew you best, the man you secretly loved. There were rules to this, your fateful friendship with benefits, rules you both ought to respect and rely on if this wasn’t going to end in heartbreak, and yet, as he looked at you from beneath his eyelashes, chin and mouth covered in your cum and slick, a soft smile on his face, he almost looked like… he felt the same way.

“Teyam…”

“I’m never not waking you up like this, ever again.”

You laughed, finally able to prop your head on your pillows and allow your breath to settle in your lungs.

“If you want me to come training with you in the woods, you’d better.”

taglist: taglist: @pandoraslxna @sulieykte @blue-slxt @eywaeveng @neteyamsikran @elenamoncada-ibarra @spicymayyo @itsjazzsworld @daddysmurfslefttoenail @eyrina-avatar @iameatingmyhair @neteyamyawne @eywevengl

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reallexycross · 10 months

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ride or die?

#cruel summer #isabella larue #megan landry #kate wallis #jeanette turner #megbella #cruel summer fan art #cruel summer s2 #sapphic

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cossmicssoph · 1 year

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Funny story I actually just made this post on my original account but my finger slipped and I deleted everything I ever did, created, liked, reblogged, existed for, etc. So here I am, accidentally logged into my mystery account I forgot about.

I am here to start a book blog! For the summer? For the year?? For the ever?! Yes. I’m so excited.

Here are some books I’ll be reading in the next few weeks

Dark Rise- I have started this book first and im so excited to get into it. I heard from reviews that it has a cliffhanger. So I figured that I would read it right away, mourn the cliffhanger, and then jump into more books as I wait for the sequel to come out. Good plan?

The Charm Offensive- I have heard many nice things about this book! The thing that caught my attention was talk about how the characters have good development with their emotions and handling traumas? I really enjoy character development like that. (I just finished reading the Simon Snow Trilogy and also Boyfriend Material. All of these books had pretty emotionally vulnerable characters which is awesome to see!)

The Cruel Prince- This is me falling to my knees for the hype. (I would say booktok but I don’t have one of those) I’m excited for this one because of the quotes and fan art I’ve seen from the fandom. I’m always down for some fae fantasy and a badass female lead. I hope that’s what I’m getting from it.

The Priory of the Orange Tree- This book was recommended to me by a friend and I can’t wait to start it! (700+ pages? Yes please) I know the least about this book out of this list but am excited to jump into the world. I hear that it’s sapphic and a wonderful story, we love that!

I’ll be posting updates and reviews as I make my way through this list. Feel free to tag along or to leave some recommendations. :)

Let’s hope I don’t slip and delete this tumblr account. Ha. Ha.

#book reviews #to be continued #queer books #lgbtq books #book blog #dark rise #the priory of the orange tree #the cruel prince #the charm offensive #new books

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samepisodebracket · 1 year

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justice for sam

If the spnepisodebracket craze has shown us anything, it's that the supernatural fanbase is extremely divided, with the lowly sam stan seemingly at the bottom of the pile. sam is always last in polls, so this is a bracket for the 10% or so who always votes for him. because yeah, there's 327 episodes of Supernatural, but how many are popular because of a dean or destiel moment? how many good episodes are drowned out because they focus on sam?

i've chosen, with some crowdsourced peer review (special thanks to @spneveryseason, @suncaptor, and @ambersock!) 125 episodes that are Sam Relevant. Some are extremely sam-centric, some just have a shot where sam looks like he's being crucified that gives me brain worms -- i tried to be generous about it to keep a relatively even seasons distribution! matchups will be random and polls will last 24 hours each. in the tradition of @spnepisodebracket (who this is obviously inspired by and would not be possible without!) i'll try to rb a gifset for every episode in the poll!

a final note: no this is not that serious but the criteria for voting here should be how good the episode is as a SAM episode, not as anything else, so please vote accordingly! i am making this for people who actually enjoy sam and if that is not you, then this is not the poll for you!

with that out of the way, here is the compiled list of episodes! voting starts this sammy sunday, 3/26!

Season 1 Pilot (1x01) Bloody Mary (1x05) Home (1x09) Asylum (1x10) Scarecrow (1x11) Nightmare (1x14) Shadow (1x16) Provenance (1x19) Salvation (1x21) Devil's Trap (1x22) Season 2 Simon Said (2x05) Croatoan (2x09) Hunted (2x10) Playthings (2x11) Houses of the Holy (2x13) Born Under a Bad Sign (2x14) Heart (2x17) All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1 (2x21) All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2 (2x22) Season 3 Bad Day at Black Rock (3x03) A Very Supernatural Christmas (3x08) Mystery Spot (3x11) Jus In Bello (3x12) Time is On My Side (3x15) Season 4 Metamorphosis (4x04) It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester (4x07) I Know What You Did Last Summer (4x09) After School Special (4x13) On the Head of a Pin (4x16) It's a Terrible Life (4x17) Jump the Shark (4x19) When the Levee Breaks (4x21) Lucifer Rising (4x22) Season 5 Good God, Y'all! (5x02) Free to be You and Me (5x03) Changing Channels (5x08) Sam, Interrupted (5x11) Swap Meat (5x12) The Song Remains the Same (5x13) My Bloody Valentine (5x14) Dark Side of the Moon (5x16) 99 Problems (5x17) Two Minutes to Midnight (5x21) Swan Song (5x22) Season 6 Exile on Main St. (6x01) You Can't Handle the Truth (6x06) Family Matters (6x07) Clap Your Hands if You Believe (6x09) Caged Heat (6x10) Appointment in Samarra (6x11) Like a Virgin (6x12) Unforgiven (6x13) The French Mistake (6x15) The Man Who Knew Too Much (6x22) Season 7 Meet the New Boss (7x01) Hello, Cruel World (7x02) The Girl Next Door (7x03) Season 7, Time for a Wedding! (7x08) Plucky Pennywhistle's Magic Menagerie (7x14) Repo Man (7x15) Out with the Old (7x16) The Born-Again Identity (7x17) Season 8 We Need to Talk About Kevin (8x01) Hunteri Heroici (8x08) Trial and Error (8x14) Taxi Driver (8x19) Pac-Man Fever (8x20) The Great Escapist (8x21) Clip Show (8x21) Sacrifice (8x23) Season 9 Holy Terror (9x09) Road Trip (9x10) First Born (9x11) The Purge (9x13) Meta Fiction (9x18) Season 10 Black (10x01) Soul Survivor (10x03) Fan Fiction (10x05) Inside Man (10x17) Book of the Damned (10x18) The Werther Project (10x19) The Prisoner (10x22) Brother's Keeper (10x23) Season 11 Form and Void (11x02) Baby (11x04) Just My Imagination (11x08) Oh Brother Where Art Thou (11x09) The Devil in the Details (11x10) Into the Mystic (11x11) Ouroborus (11x14) Red Meat (11x17) Don't Call Me Shurley (11x20) Season 12 Keep Calm and Carry On (12x01) Mamma Mia (12x02) American Nightmare (12x04) Rock Never Dies (12x07) The Raid (12x14) Who We Are (12x22) Season 13 Lost and Found (13x01) Patience (13x03) The Big Empty (13x04) Various & Sundry Villains (13x12) A Most Holy Man (13x15) Funeralia (13x19) Beat the Devil (13x21) Exodus (13x22) Let the Good Times Roll (13x23) Season 14 Stranger in a Strange Land (14x01) Mint Condition (14x04) Nightmare Logic (14x05) Byzantium (14x08) Prophet and Loss (14x12) Lebanon (14x13) Peace of Mind (14x15) Game Night (14x17) Moriah (14x20) Season 15 Back and to the Future (15x01) Atomic Monsters (15x04) The Rupture (15x03) Golden Time (15x06) The Gamblers (15x11) Unity (15x17) Inherit the Earth (15x19) Finale: Carry On (15x20)

Edits: Bugs (1x08) will be added, polls will not be completely random bc im not doing this for science im doing this to see a good episode win and my randomizer pit when the levee breaks against swan song in round 1

#samepisodebracket #sam winchester #polls #spn #spn polls

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pinksirensong · 8 months

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MORPHEUS X READER (ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP) WHERE THEY GO WATCH THE ERAS TOUR FILM PLEASE

I JUST CAME BACK FROM WATCHING IT!! While writing I kept imagining Morpheus at the movie theater waiting on the line for the movie with Y/N and she's SO 1989's era and he's like... reputation with a mix of folklore??? ANYWAAAAAAY, hope you liked it 🩵 thank u so much for the ask 🩵

CRUEL SUMMER

People around them always asked themselves how they could work, Y/N and Morpheus couldn't be more different if they tried to and yet they were a match made in heaven. He was very temperamental and with a lot of trust issues while she was a sunshine that always saw good anywhere she went. So people wondered…

They didn't know them though, there were a lot of concessions between them…especially from Dream's side. What Y/N wanted she would get, no matter what sacrifice he had to do, even if he thought it was crazy…like suddenly asking to break up for a few hours. Morpheus was ready to cry and ask what did he do to make her ask for this (because honestly this time he was so sure everything was fine) but then she explained that RED Taylor's Version would come out and she wanted to really experience it.

He didn't understand it, but fearing she would actually break up with him it felt like it was better letting her have that moment. Not even twenty-four hours later he found her crying on the floor while All Too Well (10 minutes version) Taylor's Version played very loudly. Morpheus loved every form of art but not even him could understand how someone could feel so much from just listing a song.

That day was supposed to be the strangest day…until now.

— I do not understand.

— We are going to The Eras Tour. I mean, not really, it's the film and I bought us tickets, surprise! - of course Y/N knew her boyfriend wasn't a swiftie like her, but this was a very important moment in her life and she really wanted to share it with him. — I didn't had the money to go see the actual show but since I took so many extra hours at work I was able to get a free day today to go see it with you! You're not mad at me, right, kitten?

— I would never be angry with you, my love. - especially when she looked at him like that. — I see no point in it. I am the Lord of the Dreaming, surely I could make your dream of watching this come true.

— But it wouldn't be the real thing. I really want to see the whole experience, even if it was just watching a movie, and…and I want to sing her songs with other fans…and most of all: I really want to share this moment with you. Please, Morpheus, say yes…

And that's how Dream of the Endless ended up in the middle of a movie theater full of unknown people beside his girlfriend. Y/N was dressed with the cheerleader outfit from Shake it off and while he didn't understand the reason behind it all he did was make sure no one would make her feel uncomfortable. There was no denying he was a bit jealous and the way people looked at her didn't help it but Dream knew he couldn't go back to his old ways.

"Alright, Los Angeles, we have arrived at the very first bridge of the evening. Now, I have a question. Does anyone here know the lyrics to this bridge? Prove it!"

— I'M DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR AND I CRIED LIKE A BABY COMING HOME FROM A BAR OHHH SAID I'M FINE BUT IT WASN'T TRUE I DON'T WANNA KEEP SECRETS JUST TO KEEP YOU AND I SNUCK IN THROUGH THE GARDEN GATE EVERY NIGHT THAT SUMMER JUST TO SEAL MY FATE OHHH AND I SCREAM FOR WHATEVER IS WORTH I LOVE YOU AIN'T THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD? - and there he was completely enchanted by Y/N's. She was singing the loudest she could and he doubted tomorrow she would have the voice to say anything, but today…in this moment she was completely happy. And Y/N was sharing it with him. At the moment it was just her there with him, it was like every other person in the movie theater was just gone.

In that moment he knew that he was truthfully completely and irrevocably in love with Y/N.

#morpheus x reader #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus x oc #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x you #dream x reader

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alrightbuckaroo · 9 months

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Fanfic Friday

Thanks for the tag, @lemonlyman-dotcom! I love all of us getting the chance to show off our work.

Rules: share a fic you wrote (or fan art or gif) that you are proud of! Moodboard optional!

summer slipped us underneath her tongue

TK Strand is a freshly heartbroken art history student who's been given the opportunity of a lifetime; studying art in the heart of it all, Paris, France. However, he thinks it's a cruel taunt from the universe. He's studying what he loves so much in the city of love but is stuck thinking there's no one out there who loves him. Carlos Reyes is a career driven culinary student studying at Le Cordon Bleu. He has hard time maintaining relationships, an even harder time of detaching himself from his work and and has an awful habit of doubting everything about himself. After a night out that they end up sharing with each other; they agree to keep any and all things casual. Well, like most things, that's easier said than done.

Oh gosh this story; one that will probably always be one of my favorites.

It's true to my style, absolutely just flooded with original characters and let me dig into a bit of world building that I haven't done very often. It's also one of the stories of mine that has both a cast list and a playlist.

I can't begin to express how heartwarming the reaction has been to this little piece of my heart. It's given me the chance to write a fully fleshed out love story and look at our two favorite boys through a different lens of love.

If you've given this a read, I can't thank you enough. If you haven't yet, but plan to, I still can't thank you enough. I hope it's lived up to all the little snippets I've been posting the last few months hahah

tagging: @carlos-in-glasses, @heartstringsduet, @reyesstrand, @strandnreyes, @three-drink-amy, @bonheur-cafe, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @paperstorm, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @orchidscript, @freneticfloetry, @ambiguouspenny, @birdclowns, @rosedavid, @sanjuwrites, @tailoredshirt and anyone else that wants to take a moment to brag on themselves :)

#part ii is otw i promise!! it's just...it's a big one lmao #didn't plan to make this red themed but love finds a way to bleed into everything and all that good stuff #also can we talk about how i lucked out on some of these photos???? a picture of doodled on converses????#fic: summer slipped us underneath her tongue #fanfic friday

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itsmeeeeegelalay · 2 months

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House of Pomegranate

Here it is, take it now-

Now if you want a bit of context, keep reading then-

I am still deciding which AU this is. An outright badass noble from the beginning AU, after the dungeons and trying fuck over Le'gard after he ascended AU, or repeated lives AU but each lifetime is different flavor of trauma. Or maybe just make this into a shitpost AU-

Also, if you're wondering why her frame looks so small is because in this lifetime, she has let go of herself (i.e. she didn't become a knight, and suffered night terrors which often lead her to lose a lot of her appetite, got locked up in her room for months no end by her parents to avoid her shaming them, and gave up a lot of things that once brought her so much comfort and joy like spars, training, and horseback riding) and developed body image issues. She's gonna work on that a little later once she finally breaks away again from her family after buying her title as a baroness in a rural area.

As for the reasoning behind her fashion, Canon D'arce doesn't have much of an identity and her dominant soul would be left dormant. Or at least, she thinks she is dominating through Le'gard's ambitions. I mean, her ascended form left her bald and hairless all over. So I wanted to give her a strong sense of identity or at least she's experimenting with it; Like changing her hairstyle daily and cutting it short during the summer. She would also wear dresses but she wears masculine clothes as well. She even wears one under her dresses.

She would also fan flames of rumors so people wouldn't figure out who she really was until they met her. Some rumors call her vain and narcissistic (because of her styles changing almost daily and the fact she set a lot of trends), another calls her cold and cruel (she did take over territories), some call her an aggressive businesswoman (she bought "useless" land from the original owner then found out its true value and tried to buy it back from her but she said no), and sometimes, she would get positive rumors such as "As if the Sun was human" due to how often her smiles are so bright- It's also the smiles she makes if she kills people oop-

As for her religion, she stopped worshipping god/s-

After my word vomit, enjoy more art below-

Nth Life D'arce wishing she could tell off her past self off for wanting and even downright begging for a morsel of attention from Le'gard-

IDK how this would happen but I like the idea where Francois decided that she's the daughter he didn't know he wanted-

Eeerrrrrr- I wish I rendered this too but uuuhhh-

#my art :d #fear and hunger #d'arce cataliss #d'arce #alternate universe #au #francois #GET IT DARCE TELL YOUR PAST SELF TO PISS OFF FROM LEGARDE #pomegranate for the win and paris paloma's labour

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marzbix-crystal · 10 months

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The Big OC Post

ALRIGHT SO. Here is THE post containing ALL my Land of the Lustrous OCs, even when my art evolves into something else, these will be THE ref sheets I look at (hopefully) 'till the end of time- I did double check them all, but there may still be a few spelling mistakes and repetition, apologies in advance

[Image ID: A series of reference sheets for my Land of the Lustrous fan OCs. Each image contains the following: A full body drawing on the far right, a drawing of their eye in the top centre, their chosen flower below that, and a profile headshot in the bottom centre, on the left is their written information along with a colour palette. /End ID]

WRITTEN VERSIONS WILL BE BELOW THEIR RESPECTIVE IMAGE- APOLOGIES FOR ANY CONFUSION WITH THE LAYOUT --------------------

Name: Afghanite Pronouns: They/Them Age: 2624 years old Mohs Hardness: 6 Height: 5'11 Appearance: They have a somewhat athletic build, their face is angular with a pointed nose, rectangular eyes, and medium brows. Their hair is in a high ponytail that reaches the middle of their back, with symmetrical bangs that flick towards the back of the head, and flicks of hair that reach their cheeks, covering their ears. They wear a summer uniform with a shirt, tie, bermuda shorts, and strapped loafers. They have ankle socks. Assigned Flower: Daffodil

Character Notes: - Stoic and Hardworking - They rarely smile, and no one has ever made or seen them laugh - They often disappear when off-duty - They always show up on time no matter what

Nicknames: "Afgha" or "Han" Job: Mediator/Caretaker Likes: Hiking, Tracking, Birds, Writing Lists, and Mysteries Dislikes: Flies, Dirty Clothes, Recklessness, and Disrespect --------------------

Name: Black Opal Pronouns: They/Them Age: 679 years old Mohs Hardness: 6.5 Height: 5'5 Appearance: They are petite with a round face and a soft button nose, their eyes are rectangular with thick angular brows. Their hair is tied in a high ponytail reaching the middle of their back and flicking upwards at the ends, they have tucked bangs and long strands covering their ears and falling past their chest. They wear the winter uniform with puffy sleeves, a tie, short-shorts, and flat shoes with bows on the toplines. They have opera gloves and thigh-high socks. Assigned Flower: Hybrid Fuchsia

Character Notes: - They can be terribly cruel to others - Not afraid of dirt, surprisingly - They're slowly changing their attitude through counselling - They have a lot of stims, but they never stim in front of others

Nicknames: "Opal" or "Bee" Job: Courier Likes: Puddles, Riddles, Slow days, and Dusk Dislikes: Social Interaction, Small Talk, Cramped Spaces, and Sunny Days Extra Notes: Drawn with no eye highlights, any rainbow particle brush can be used for their hair/eyes/gem --------------------

Name: Blue Diamond Pronouns: They/Them Age: 5923 years old Mohs Hardness: 10 Height: 6'5 Appearance: They have a skinny/lanky build with a thin, angular face, and a long, straight nose- their eyes are angular with dark circles, indents near the inner corners, and long, thin brows. Their hair is long and fluffy, reaching their lower back with strands sticking out at all sides, they have messy bangs covering their brows with horn-like flicks on either side, they have curls covering their ears and some hair partially resting on their shoulders and flowing behind them- they have a small flick of hair on the top of their head. They are wearing the winter uniform with puffy sleeves and short-shorts, instead of a tie they have their shirt open at the collar showing some of their chest. They have opera gloves, thigh-high socks, and a plain ribbon tied around their left calf. Assigned Flower: Red Rose

Character Notes: - They own multiple different weapons, but they only use two of them - They practice poses when no one is around - They used to be a Mediator - Extremely knowledgeable on metals and gem make-up

Nicknames: "Blue" Job: Explorer/Unemployed Likes: Precious Metals, Sunsets, Crunchy Leaves, Loitering, and Fencing Dislikes: Wet Grass, Being Touched, Danger, and Taking Orders Extra Notes: Has a ribbon tied around their leg as a member of the Delinquents --------------------

Name: Brookite Pronouns: They/She Age: 578 years old Mohs Hardness: 5.5 Height: 5'3 Appearance: They have a thicker build with a round face and a small pointed nose, their eyes are rounded with three lower lashes and thin brows. Their hair is tied in a right-side ponytail with the hair sticking out, they have large bangs with one strand falling in front of their face, and extra hair covering the front of their ears and reaching the chin. She is wearing the winter uniform with puffy sleeves, a tie, a knee-length skirt, and flat, double strapped mary-jane shoes. They have shorter gloves and tights. Assigned Flower: Anemone

Character Notes: - They take in more sunlight than most, so they're high energy - She makes little wooden carvings for her friends - They love Moths most of all - They like carpentry, but she's unsure if that's what they want to do

Nicknames: "Brooke" or "Cookie" Job: Apprentice Carpenter Likes: Insects/Entomology, Card Games, Pinecones, and Wood Carving Dislikes: Fungi, Nonsense, Complex Instructions, and Deadlines --------------------

Name: Calcite Pronouns: They/He Age: 290 years old Mohs Hardness: 3 Height: 6'3 Appearance: They have a very thin build with an angular face and a smaller pointed nose, their eyes are large and round with small, circular brows. His hair is tied back into a high ponytail with the hair sticking out behind them, he has hair coming in front of his ears, and some hair falling in front of their face. They wear the winter uniform with puffy sleeves, a tie, short-shorts, and loafers. They wear opera gloves and ankle-socks. Assigned Flower: Poinsettia

Character Notes: - They rarely speak, and if they do, it's only in whispers - Has an interest in flowers - They can be very intense when writing notes - He often lets others style his hair

Nicknames: "Cal" Job: Dioptase's Assistant Likes: Doodling, Tiny Flowers, Listening to Stories, and Snails Dislikes: Loud Noises, Being Babied, Beetles, and Running --------------------

Name: Citrine Pronouns: He/Him Age: 950 years old Mohs Hardness: 7 Height: 5'11 Appearance: He has a somewhat athletic build, an sturdy face, and a straight, prominent nose- his eyes are angular with short, thick brows. His hair is pinned back with a head band, with a loose part falling over his left eye, while the rest of his hair sticks out around his head like a halo. He wears a summer uniform with a shirt, tie, short-shorts, and flat shoes. He wears very loose socks that give the appearance of leg-warmers, reaching his knees. Assigned Flower: Sunflower

Character Notes: - Very rarely unhappy, but he copes well with negative feelings - He's almost constantly moving - Despite how he acts, he's fairly mature (to some extent) - Whenever he goes to any beach, an army of crabs harasses him

Nicknames: "Sun" or "Sunela" Job: Explorer/Protector Likes: Sunshine, Autumn Colours, Fencing, Card Games, and Windsurfing Dislikes: Gloomy Weather, Getting Scolded, Crabs, Silence, and Dishonesty --------------------

Name: Clinohumite Pronouns: They/She Age: 2436 years old Mohs Hardness: 6 Height: 6'11 Appearance: They have a large, muscular build, with a longer, more sturdy face and a large, straight nose- their eyes are rectangular with thick eyelashes and much thicker brows. Her hair is long and messy with bangs covering her left eye, they have almost a crown of hair along the top of the head, they have hair falling over their shoulders while the rest reaches her behind. They are wearing a summer uniform with a shirt, tie, bermuda shorts, and flat shoes. They have knee socks. Assigned Flower: Stargazer Lily

Character Notes: - They always laugh at unfunny jokes - No one knows why they're so big, some think she was supposed to be a set of twins - Very quiet, but they can shout the loudest - They often appear out of no where, startling others

Nicknames: "Clino" or "Humi" Job: Mediator Likes: The Beach, Warm Days, Sea Shells, and Peace and Quiet Dislikes: Thunderstorms, Small Talk, Using Force, and Wasting Time --------------------

Name: Dioptase Pronouns: They/Them Age: 783 years old Mohs Hardness: 5 Height: 5'6 Appearance: They have a much larger build with broader shoulders and larger tummy, they have a round face with a larger button nose, their eyes are round with several extra lashes and large, pill-shaped brows. Their hair is sort of a wolf cut, with bangs that partially cover the right eye and cover the top of their ears, the hair is chin-length, curling up at the back in two tiers, with longer strands falling over their shoulders- they have two smaller hairs sprouting on the top of their head. They are wearing a summer uniform with a shirt, bermuda shorts, and flat shoes. Assigned Flower: Marigold

Character Notes: - They're surprisingly petty - They have a collection of stones with holes in, they call them "Looking Stones" - They can work just about anywhere - Their disappointment is so much worse than their anger

Nicknames: "Dio" or "Opti" Job: Scholar/Paper Maker Likes: Clear Skies, Storytelling, Writing Fiction, Dragonflies, and Dancing Dislikes: Writer's Block, Disorganized Mess, Scolding Others, and Loneliness --------------------

Name: Erythrite Pronouns: They/He Age: 573 years old Mohs Hardness: 2 Height: 5'0 Appearance: They have a slim/petite build with an angular face and a pointed nose- their eyes are angular with thicker, furrowed brows. His hair is short with the ends flicking outwards, and a single strand falling in the middle of his face. They are wearing the winter uniform with puffy sleeves, a tie, short-shorts, and flat mary-jane shoes. They have white knee socks and a small satchel attached to the left side of their belt. Assigned Flower: Periwinkle

Character Notes: - They have used so much paper that the Paper Makers put him on a monthly limit - Often runs around the school for seemingly no reason - Their face will sometimes crack if they're experiencing intense emotions - He's always the one to say "I told you so"

Nicknames: "Ery" or "Eryth" Job: Artist/Painter Likes: Shooting Stars, Cool/Cold Colours, Designing Things, and Most Games Dislikes: Being Ignored, Being Startles, Ruined Work, and Annoying Sounds Extra Notes: Has a little satchel on his belt --------------------

Name: Kutnohorite Pronouns: She/Her Age: 1053 years old Mohs Hardness: 4 Height: 5'8 (6'0 when wearing her heels) Appearance: She has a slightly thicker build, her face is round with a softer nose- her eyes are angular and slightly droopy with three extra lashes and medium-thin brows. Her hair is straight and tied into a high ponytail that reaches her neck, with full bangs covering her brows and two strands on both sides covering her ears and just reaching her collarbone. She wears a summer uniform with a shirt, tie, suspenders, short-shorts, and 2-inch heels. She has opera gloves, and over-the-knee socks. Assigned Flower: Daisy

Character Notes: - She has a list of napping spots, all rated and reviewed - The easiest gem to get along with - Despite her sleeping habits, all of her chores are done before sunset - She has assigned a flower to everyone, only she knows about this

Nicknames: "Ku" Job: Gardener/Scholar Likes: "Ugly" Flowers, Sleeping, Decorating, First Days of Spring, and Word Puzzles Dislikes: Sand, Losing Things, Misinformation/Drama, and Busy-Bodies --------------------

Name: Labradorite Pronouns: She/They/He Age: 6744 years old Mohs Hardness: 6.5 Height: 6'0 Appearance: She has a thinner build with a rounded face and a long pointed nose- their eyes are rectangular with thick eyelashes, eyebags, and medium brows, their right eye has flashes of blue, whereas their left eye has greenish brown flashes. He has messy hair with the right side tied at the back in a short ponytail and the left covering the left of their face- the rest of their hair falls behind their shoulders. She is wearing a three-piece suit and tie with a longer coat and dress-shoes. Assigned Flower: Iris

Character Notes: - Always carrying something to write on - Knows almost everything about everyone else, but she herself is very enigmatic - He studied on the Moon for a while - If not for their intellect, they'd be nothing without their determination

Nicknames: "Lab" or "Dori" Job: Teacher/Doctor Likes: Overcast Skies, Reading, Studying, and Long Walks Dislikes: Distractions, Too Much Noise, Muttering, and Rudeness Extra Notes: Their right eye is more blue, while her left eye is more greenish brown --------------------

Name: Onyx Pronouns: They/He Age: 1006 years old Mohs Hardness: 6.5 Height: 6'2 Appearance: They are slender with broad shoulders, they have an angular face with a slightly upturned nose- their eyes are round/rectangular with thin brows. His hair is short with an undercut, bangs covering his ears and forehead, and a longer strand protruding from the top of their head- his hair has varied streaks. He is wearing the winter uniform with puffy sleeves, a tie, wide, knee-length shorts, and simple flats with ankle straps. They have opera gloves, tights, and a plain ribbon tied to their left forearm. Assigned Flower: Edelweiss

Character Notes: - Almost as fast as Yellow Diamond, a flurry of leaves follows him when he runs - They can be quite frightening during combat - Sick of being told to "Grow Up" - They are VERY Confrontational

Nicknames: "Nyx" Job: Protector Likes: Windy Days, Relaxing/Goofing Off, Racing, and Watching others Work Dislikes: Winter, Any and All Insects, Being talked down to, and Boredom Extra Notes: Has a ribbon tied around their arm as a member of the Delinquents --------------------

Name: Proustite Pronouns: He/She Age: 2977 years old Mohs Hardness: 2.5 Height: 6'6 Appearance: He has an average build with broader shoulders, he has a soft face with a long nose- her eyes are soft with eyebags and thin brows. His hair is short and tucked behind the ears, with a loose loop of hair falling in front of his right eye, a loose strand falling in front of his left eye, and a small strand sprouting from the top of her head. She is wearing a summer uniform with a shirt, a bow instead of a tie, suspenders, bermuda shorts, and flat mary-jane shoes. He has fingerless opera gloves, and ankle socks with bows on the outer hems. Assigned Flower: Snowdrop

Character Notes: - Likes to alter his clothes - He's a HUGE fan of Diamond, he wants to be like them some day - Prefers working at night when she can - He keeps several of his own jellyfish in his room

Nicknames: "Prou" or "Pru" Job: Cleaner Likes: Winter, Rain, Fashion Design, Singing Dislikes: Sunlight, Being Alone, Loud Environments, Pressure --------------------

Name: Rhodochrosite Pronouns: They/Them Age: 746 years old Mohs Hardness: 4 Height: 6'1 Appearance: They have broader shoulders and thicker legs, they have a round face with a smaller nose, angular eyes, and medium brows. They have shorter hair that covers their ears and reaches their lower neck, with two small hairs sprouting from the top of their head- their hair has irregular, wavy streaks. They're wearing a summer uniform with a shirt, tie, short-shorts, and flat shoes. They have opera gloves and thigh-high socks. Assigned Flower: Hydrangea

Character Notes: - A bit of an insomniac - May seem rude at first, but they're just incredibly shy - The others often forget what they sound like - They are surprisingly messy despite their love of organising things

Nicknames: "Rho" or "Rhody" Job: Gardener Likes: Weeding, Checklists, Flower Pressing, and Organising Things Dislikes: Being forced to speak, Asking for help, Destructive Insects, and Scary Stories --------------------

Name: Scorodite Pronouns: They/She Age: 713 years old Mohs Hardness: 3.5 Height: 5'5 Appearance: They are quite petite, they have a round face with a button nose, and medium lashes with thin brows. Her hair reaches her shoulders, with some falling over their shoulders, and bangs that frame the face and cover the forehead. She is wearing the winter uniform with puffy sleeves, a tie, short-shorts, and simple loafers. They have white ankle-socks Assigned Flower: Carnation

Character Notes: - A calming presence, it's hard to be angry around them - They often put others' needs above their own - Very talkative around their friends - Has surprisingly good aim, but they can't really use it often

Nicknames: "Scori" Job: Cleaner Likes: Butterflies, Sweeping, Break Time, and Origami Dislikes: Running, Shouting, Wearing Gloves, and the Dark Extra Notes: Her eyes are usually always closed --------------------

Name: Selenite Pronouns: She/Her Age: 950 years old Mohs Hardness: 2 Height: 5'10 Appearance: She is quite thin and has an angular face with a straight, prominent nose, her eyes are soft with thick eyelashes and thick brows. Her hair is long with wavy ends reaching her knees, with a large strand falling over the right side of her face/right shoulder. She is wearing the winter uniform with puffy sleeves, a tie, a knee-length skirt, and simple flat shoes. She has opera gloves and tights Assigned Flower: Calla Lily

Character Notes: - Usually active at night - She's very much a part of Diamond's fan club - Other gems feel much clearer after hanging out with her - Extremely feisty, despite her princess-like demeanour

Nicknames: "Sel" or "Selene" Job: Stellar Cartographer Likes: Embroidery, Fresh Air, Spring, Singing, and Interior Decorating Dislikes: Water, Dirt of any kind, Cloudy Nights, and Rudeness Extra Notes: Tiny flakes always fall from her hair, this has no effect on her body or memory --------------------

Name: Taaffeite Pronouns: She/They Age: 3402 years old Mohs Hardness: 6.5 Height: 6'2 Appearance: She has a slim build and has a softer face with rounded eyes, circular eyebrows, and a straight nose. They have long hair that reaches their behind with a long, singular strand protruding from the top of their head. She is wearing the winter uniform with puffy sleeves, a tie, a knee-length skirt, and simple shoes. They have white, elbow-length gloves and and white knee-high socks. Assigned Flower: Hyacinth

Character Notes: - Wants to be a doctor, but they're surprisingly squeamish - Often teases others affectionately - Used to have a terrible temper, but she is almost fully in control of it now - She's secretly very competitive, but has good sportsmanship

Nicknames: "Taaff" or "Taaffy" Job: Protector/Caretaker Likes: Deep Conversations, Journaling, Meditating, and Non-Fiction Dislikes: Violence, Carelessness, Stumbling, and Eavesdropping Extra Notes: They have dimples when they smile --------------------

Name: Tanzanite Pronouns: They/Them Age: 875 years old Mohs Hardness: 6.5 Height: 5'8 Appearance: They are small yet somewhat curvy, they have a soft, round face with a larger, pointed nose and wide, angular eyes with one extra lash on the top and one on the bottom, they have thick, bean-shaped brows. They have long hair tied in loose pigtails that reach their knees, their bangs fall over their ears and frame their face. They are wearing the winter uniform with puffy sleeves, a tie, short-shorts, and flat mary-jane shoes. They have opera gloves and knee-high socks. Assigned Flower: Hibiscus

Character Notes: - They can see through every lie, even if they're unsure, they'll be onto you - Has great balance and an even greater sense of direction - They don't emote much, but they can be easily embarrassed - Good at archery, but they haven't grown out of the training bow just yet

Nicknames: "Tanza" or "Taz" Job: Explorer/Cleaner Likes: Stars, Archery, Navigation, and Collecting Dislikes: Lies, Heavy Rain, Mud, and Crowds --------------------

Name: Uvarovite Pronouns: They/Them Age: 5780 years old Mohs Hardness: 7.5 Height: 6'3 Appearance: They're of average build with broader shoulders, they have a rounded face with medium straight brows, their left brow having a slit on the arch. They have rectangular eyes with extra bottom lashes, and a long, straight nose. Their hair is in a thick, messy bob that reaches their jaw with two strands sticking out of the part. They are wearing the winter uniform with puffy sleeves, a tie, short-shorts, and flat shoes. They have white elbow-length gloves and thigh-high socks, with a plain ribbon wrapped around their left thigh. Assigned Flower: Ornithogalum

Character Notes: - They're not as mysterious as everyone thinks - They built themselves a hideout, few know it's whereabouts - Despite being a delinquent, they rarely break any rules - They're thinking about becoming an explorer, but they haven't decided yet

Nicknames: "Varo", "Uva", or "Rovi" Job: Protector Likes: Solitude, High Places, Parkour, Cartography, and their Friends Dislikes: Talking, Impractical Things, Bright Flowers, Being Indoors Extra Notes: Has a ribbon tied around their leg as a member of the Delinquents --------------------

Name: Vivianite Pronouns: He/They Age: 7196 years old Mohs Hardness: 1.5 Height: 6'4 Appearance: He is slender with a thin, oval face- he has large pill-shaped brows, soft eyes, and a long, soft nose. They have long, straight hair that reaches the back of the knees, one side is tucked behind their right ear while a smaller strand falls in front of his left shoulder reaching the middle of his torso, they are wearing a plain three-piece suit and tie with dress shoes. He also carries a walking cane on his right. Assigned Flower: Pansy

Character Notes: - He will be tough on you when he needs to be - Beloved by the youngsters - If you're playing Hide and Seek, he may hide you if you ask nicely - Always happy to teach anyone anything they know

Nicknames: "Vi" or "Vivian" Job: Teacher/Assistant Administrator Likes: Nature, Soft Rain, Sketching, and Reading Time Dislikes: Severe Weather, Being cooped up, Negligence, and Arguments Extra Notes: Always using a walking stick -------------------- AND THAT'S ALL 20 OF MY OCs!! If you've made it this far, thank you for reading! Their profiles will be more detailed on my Toyhou.se, but I made these the best I could

Edit: added appearance descriptions. Apologies if they get repetitive! I didn't want to miss anything

#marzbixocs #land of the lustrous #houseki no kuni #fan ocs #my oc art #my ocs #my art #oc #hnk ocs #marzbixcrystalau #long post

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