#i like to give loves hair a more pinkish shade

[rknchan]

peach angel ^^

[danielleglamour]

Stylized Shadow

[foreingersgod]

Hii can I request juju Watkins x reader where they go on a cute date in the town

Date Night . JW

pairing: juju watkins x reader

synopsis: juju takes you out for your birthday :)

A/N: i’m pretty sure juju is from LA (to my knowledge) so that’s where this is taking place, thus the beach and all of that. that’s what came to mind so i’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you meant by ‘downtown’ !

NOT PROOF READ

I know there's lots of love in your heart

But, who you gonna give it to?

a warm summer breeze nipped at your bare skin as you walked down the cracked sidewalk. your hand was intertwined with your girlfriends, her thumb rubbing at your knuckles soothingly. her body, one that towered over yours by several inches, bumped into you playfully while she guided you through town.

it was your birthday today and juju insisted that you go out and do something for your special day. before you had met her, you didn’t really care much for your birthday. being the center of attention was never your thing and making a whole celebration about yourself didn’t seem amusing to you. but then you started dating juju and you learned very quickly that that mindset was going to change.

you had been with her since both of yours’ freshman year of high school and every birthday since, she would put together a special day just for you. you could tell, just from how much she articulately planned your birthday, that she had so much love in her heart, and it was all for you.

I'm sure there's lots of guys that you see

But, I swear they're not as cool as me

she was everything you had wanted in someone; your best friend, the best girlfriend, she was all you needed. and you meant it, you had been together for 4 (going on 5) years now and she still managed to make you feel like the only girl in the world.

like tonight, for this particular birthday, she took you on a small date downtown. while it might not seem like anything remarkable, it meant more than anything to you.

downtown was were juju had asked you out on a date for the first time. when you guys went out on a friday night with your mutual friends group and she pulled you aside. the two of you stood underneath a single street light when she nervously played with her fingers, working up the courage to ask you. it was where you had your first date, too. she took you to the movies at the center of downtown, she knew it was one of your favorite things to do. and it was where you shared your very first kiss. when it was a brisk spring evening and she was driving you home, but she was too eager and pulled over off the side of the road. she took your face into her hands and leaned over the driver seat to kiss you right there and then.

it might sound silly to most people when you would say the bustle of downtown was your favorite place, but it was true. every important moment with your girl happened right in the center of it all.

Girl, I can take you where you wanna go, if you wanna ride

We could watch a movie, hit the beach, or just chill and get high

“where are we headed to now, hm?” you looked up at her, grinning from ear to ear. your hair movies slightly as another waft of wind rushed past you.

the sun was in the early stages of setting in the distance. past all the old and worn down shops and enormous buildings, the sky was illuminating a lovely shade of pinkish orange. it reflected perfectly on juju, her beautiful skin quite literally glowing. you didn’t want to look away from her, she looked absolutely exquisite as she turned her gaze down to you.

“well we just finished the movie so i thought,” she looked upwards to ponder “we could go to your favorite ice cream place and walk down to the beach?”

you nodded in acceptance, releasing her hand and joining arms instead. you wanted to be as close to her as possible.

your favorite ice cream shop wasn’t far from where you currently were, but it did give you some time to enjoy a small walk through town. as you continued your evening stroll, you watched anything that caught your eye. you pointed out cute articles of clothing through store windows, telling her she would look so cute in them. you’d look at the other cute couples enjoying the busy nature of downtown on a saturday because you loved to people watch. you’d laugh when juju cracked a joke, always the corniest ones because she knew they would make you fold over giggling. the ice cream shop was nearly forgotten as you were entranced in your girlfriend’s company.

soon enough it appeared around the corner of a brickwork building. it was small and built with tattered white boards, the inside shining a warm light and displaying a few strangling customers.

“what’re you gonna get this time, baby” she asked, arms folded and looking at todays flavors. juju, no matter how many times you came here, never knew what kind she wanted. you on the other hand, knew exactly what you were gonna order.

“i’m thinking cake batter, tonight” you pointed out to her “what about you?”

“how does cookies and cream sound?”

“good, but it’s your ice cream not mine” you chuckled.

“yea, but you always eat some of mine anyways” she smirked, side eyeing you jokingly.

you rolled your eyes back, cheeks heating up with a rosy blush. she knew you too well. it was true, you always managed to sneak bites of her ice cream after finishing yours first.

“yea ok whatever” you said as she kissed your cheek in a false attempt to apologize.

once the very polite employee finished scooping your ice cream, juju paid despite you trying to put your card into the reader. not only was she not about to let you pay on your birthday, but she’d never take you out somewhere without rightfully paying herself.

cones in hand, ice cream dripping down the sides, juju led you out of the parlor and back down the street. this time farther, heading down to the beach. you were almost skipping with excitement as you dragged her down the sidewalk.

And we can do whatever you wanna do

Ooh, oh, oh, oh

sand piled in between your bare toes, samoa warm sensation to the bottoms on your feet. you both kicked off your shoes and socks to abandon them on the concrete as you raced each other to the shoreline. your ice cream was half gone by the time you reached where the icy water met the dampened sand, sun now even lower than it was before. the two of you made yourselves comfortable on the sand, sitting side by side with your knees pulled up to your chests.

“how’s the cookies and cream?” you questioned, taking the last bite of your waffle cone.

“really good,” she took a small bite of hers “…you want to try it, don’t you?”

you licked your lip’s teasingly, leaning over to her to try it. she laughed, scolding you for taking too big of a bite (like you always did). but she didn’t care, she’d let you eat the whole thing before she’d get mad at you.

when the ice cream was finally finished and your hands were still faintly sticky, you scooted closer to juju, hips touching and her arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulders. you let your head fall against her shoulder and nuzzled into her collarbone. the sounds of the waves lulled you into a state of relaxation as you both sat in welcomed silence. it wasn’t often you got a spot like this all to yourselves so you enjoyed the quiet while you could.

you felt her lips press a kiss to the top of your head, her breath hot against your scalp. eyes fluttering closed in satisfaction, you hummed, sitting back up to steal a real one from her. your lips caught hers gently, sharing a sweet kiss. her hand found its way to your jaw to cradle it carefully as she pulled you in even deeper.

“d’you have a good birthday?” she exhaled, looking into your eyes deeply. she asked that every time and you answered just the just the same.

“i loved it” you beamed “the best day ever”

she ran her fingers through your hair suddenly, preventing the wind from dragging it into your face, “i’m glad, i love you so much, YN”

“i love you, too” you resumed your heads position on her shoulder, sighing constantly as you overlooked the perfect ending to the perfect day “so much”

Baby, I want some of your love

Your love (your love), your love

Baby (baby), can I have some of your love

Your love, your love

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

A/N: this was a little rushed but i hope you like it <3

[alwayschasingrainbows]

My little quest to find the most iconic dresses for Montgomery's girls.

None of the pictures is mine. They are all from Pinterest. They may be historically inaccurate. They are also not ideal :).

Valancy Stirling:

"She got a pretty green crêpe dress with a girdle of crimson beads, at a bargain sale, a pair of silk stockings, to match, and a little crinkled green hat with a crimson rose in it." (The Blue Castle).

"She had a little smoke-blue chiffon which she always put on when they spent the evening at home—smoke-blue with touches of silver about it." (The Blue Castle).

My idea of what Valancy's (borrowed) masquerade dress MIGHT have looked like.

"Once they did go to a masquerade dance in the pavilion at one of the hotels up the lake, and had a glorious evening, but slipped away in their canoe, before unmasking time, back to the Blue Castle." (The Blue Castle).

Emily Byrd Starr

On the left: "It is to be of shot silk, blue in one light, silver in others, like a twilight sky, glimpsed through a frosted window-pane—with a bit of lace-foam here and there, like those little feathers of snow clinging to my window-pane." (Emily Climbs)

On the right: "An arrow of rhinestones in her dark hair—she had hair that wore jewels well—lent the necessary note of brilliance to the new dress of silvery-green lace over a pale-blue slip that became her so well." (Emily's Quest).

On the left: "it was a pretty crepe thing, of a pinkish-grey—the shade, I think, which was then called ashes-of-roses—and was made collarless—a great concession on Elizabeth's part—with the big puffed sleeves that look very absurd to-day, but which, like every other fashion, were pretty and piquant when worn by the youth and beauty of their time." (Emily Climbs).

On the right: "I want you to wear harebell blue gauze over ivory taffeta for your bridesmaid dress, darling" (Emily's Quest).

Anne Shirley:

"Oh, how pretty it was—a lovely soft brown gloria with all the gloss of silk; a skirt with dainty frills and shirrings; a waist elaborately pintucked in the most fashionable way, with a little ruffle of filmy lace at the neck. But the sleeves—they were the crowning glory! Long elbow cuffs, and above them two beautiful puffs divided by rows of shirring and bows of brown-silk ribbon." (Anne of Green Gables).

"In her light dress, with her slender delicacy, she made him think of a white iris." (Anne of Island).

Rilla Blythe

"Miss Oliver, shall I wear my white dress tonight or my new green one? The green one is by far the prettier, of course, but I'm almost afraid to wear it to a shore dance for fear something will happen to it." (Rilla of Ingleside).

Pat Gardiner:

On the right: "Pat slipped into the house and flung a bright-hued scarf over her brown dress with its neck-frill of pleated pink chiffon. She always thought she looked nicer in that dress than any other." (Pat of Silver Bush).

On the left: "Pat had on her blue linen afternoon dress...which, incidentally, was the most becoming thing she owned."(Pat of Silver Bush).

And bonus:

Robin Stuart

"She wore a dress of pale yellow taffeta, with a great rose of deeper yellow velvet at one of her beautiful shoulders. Jane thought she looked like a lovely golden princess, with the slender flame of the diamond bracelet on the creamy satin of her arm."(Jane of Lantern Hill).

"[M]other came in to kiss her good night, cool, slim and fragrant, in a dress of rose crêpe with little wisps of lace over the shoulders. Mother's blue eyes seemed to mist a little."(Jane of Lantern Hill).

"She wore a green dress the first time I saw her...well, if any other girl had worn the dress, it would have been a green dress and nothing more. On Robin it was magic ...mystery...the robe of Titania. I would have kissed the hem of it." (Jane of Lantern Hill).

Another bonus (because her style is so iconic):

Ilse Burnley

"Ilse in a yellow silk gown the colour of her hair and a golden-brown hat the colour of her eyes, giving you the sensation that a gorgeous golden rose was at large in the garden." (Emily's Quest).

"Ilse, a glorified shining creature in torquoise-blue taffeta, looking the queen with a foam of laces on her full bosom and rose-and-silver nosegays at her shoulder." (Emily's Quest).

Hope you enjoyed this little compilation:) Feel free to add more ideas!

[octarinecat]

All about my Tav Fuchsia 1/3

Here I collected all info about my Tav, Fuchsia.

This is a part one, look for other parts here:

one (basics, appearance, health, equipment),

two (personality, past) -to be announced,

three (platonic relationships, love, summary) -to be announced.

Thanks to @immolateme for making and sharing their sheet with questions, this helped me A LOT!

It will be a long and boring post made in 3 parts, so bring some snacks with you if you want to read everything at once! Warning about NSFW content on last 3/3 page! Let's go!

Basics.

Name: Fuchsia.

Meaning/thought behind name: Fuchsia is a flower that symbolise confiding love, confidence in a person, friendship, and amiability. Beside that: deep love, grace, trust and healing. Might be cheesy, but she didn't choose her name.

Nickname(s): "Clumsy".

Story behind nickname(s): If anyone has to drop a glass or hit the edge of the table, she will always be there. She is not agreeing with this nickname.

Gender: Female.

Pronouns: She/her.

Race: Asmodeus Tiefling. Age: Middle aged, about 30+ in human years.

Birthday: Middle of the winter. That's why he hates winter. It's too cold.

Class: Bard, but close to druid sometimes.

Alignment: Chaotic neutral.

Deity: None.

Appearance

Body: Normal, healthy body with tail and horns as tiefling should have.

Build: She have there some muscles, but not too much visible.

Height: 170cm / 5'7" .

Weight: 69kg / 152 lbs.

Skin tone: Pale purplish shade.

Distinguishing features: big eyes (purple and second one is bluish purple), horns & tail (normal for tieflings), pinkish tips of horns.

Most prominent features: unusual for tieflings skin shade.

Scars: She have few, but they are not important.

Birthmarks: Like before, nothing special.

Tattoos: She is wearing flower tattoo on left side of her neck and also extra hidden one on her right feet. Not that much hidden, but she is not speaking about it.

Hands: Delicate and clever, made for art.

Feet: Nothing special about them, slender, right one have tattoo.

Head: We all have one, it's normal. Pointy ears.

Face shape: Typical for tieflings. High cheekbones. Oval shape. Hairstyle: She is wearing braids almost all the time, when in camp she is untying them or making quick up-do. Loose hair only for special occasions.

Hair colour: White with purple /blue grey undertones.

Eye shape: Big, oval shape.

Eye colour: Thanks to Volo they now have different colours. One (original one) have black sclera and purple pupil, other one have white sclera with purple-bluish shades of pupil.

Makeup: Dark deep grey shadows around her eyes, dark fuchsia tint on her lips and tips of her horns.

Health

Disabilities: none.

Chronic illness: none.

Mental health: It is weak. More in her story -lore category.

Allergies: cow milk and ignorance.

Other: Her spine isn't in the best condition and her knees are always squeaking.

Equipment

Weapons: She would like to not use any, but others stopped her from that stupid idea. She received blade from Astarion to at least try to defend herself when in need (and not give helpless look to others).

Type of weapon: Knife of the Undermoutain King (light shortsword).

Preferred melee weapon: None.

Preferred ranged weapon: None.

Adventuring gear: She is wearing her lute to chant.

Clothing/armour: Adamantine scale mail (all incoming damage is reduced by one).

Shield: None. She have people for that! Minsc and Astarion for example.

Headgear: She don't like to wear any headgear, natural beauty only with horns.

Cloak: She is wearing one, she is getting cold easily. Fleshmelter cloak (melee attacker gains acid damage).

Hand-wear: Hellraider's Pride (when healing someone giving them extra buffs).

Footwear: Boots of Brilliance (restore bardic inspiration).

Camp outfit: Leather leggings and loose shirt on top, probably white or purple.

Jewellery: Usually no rings on hands, only on special occasions (ring of poison resistance). She is wearing few bracelets on her left hand.

Necklaces: Silver one with small amethyst (amulet with Misty Step). Link to part 2: will be here (I'm still working on it).

[leomae]

A Sunset to Remember

The brisk air nips at your nose as you playfully step through a carpet of crunchy golden leaves, you take a deep breath, enjoying the freshness of the air and the musty earthy scent, you smile as the breeze caresses your cheeks, and with a final gaze at the warm palette of red and amber trees before their branches get bare you quicken your steps, small sharp puffs of air start to escape your lips as you walk at a fast pace making your way through the winding trail to the top of the hill.

The sudden clearing at the top reveals the most perfect spot to watch the sun sink below the horizon, painting the sky with pinkish-orange behind the clouds.

As you arrive, the sun is just beginning to set, and again you see him, sitting cross-legged on the ground, sweat dripping from his burly muscles and eyes closed as if he were meditating, with the wind gently blowing through his spiky blond hair, he looks so calm and peaceful, and you can't help but feel the butterflies in your stomach start fluttering, he is so attractive, and you can't deny how every time you approach the hill, your heart races with excitement, you can't wait to see him again, and it's strange to you how you always find him here at this exact time. At first, you were annoyed that someone has discovered your secret spot and how all of a sudden this wasn't your special place anymore. But as days passed by, you began to feel more comfortable around him and even found yourself enjoying his company, his presence became a familiar and welcome part of your fall evening routine, a spontaneous date between two strangers even though none of you dare to speak.

You always wonder if he comes here for the same purpose as you, or if he just wants to be away from the noise of the city, away from people, you wonder if your appearance bothers him, but you never dare to ask, you just get closer to where he sits and you settle next to him with your eyes fixated on the fire of the setting sun in the sky, you feel your breathing getting steady as you allow your body to relax, you pull out from your backpack a small box of cookies, you open it and you silently offer him one but he always shakes his head in refusal, and it's been like this every day since the first day of fall.

The surrounding forest is suddenly silent, which gives you relief and allows you to feel safer, peaceful, and grounded.

As the sun falls down and before the moon starts to peek out from behind the clouds, you start feeling a little upset that the most beautiful sunsets are faster in the fall, but you still stand up, flick the dust off your clothes and turn your way back to reach home in time, and he always does the same, this time he picks his bottle of water and jacket off the ground and follows you in a similar pace, you wonder if he does this to protect you, or it's just time for him to leave the forest too, you can always feel his gaze on the back of your head, but you refuse to turn around to meet his eyes, instead, you keep yours focused on the trail as you make your way out of the forest with small fast steps.

Your heart always feels heavy as soon as you both arrive at the side of the road, a mix of feelings rushes through your chest, the sadness of the silent goodbye, the feeling of dread as you watch him walk away, not knowing if you'll ever see him again, and the excitement over the potential reunion tomorrow.

But today you refuse to turn back and watch him leave, instead, you raise your head to see the sky turning to a beautiful shade of blue as you keep your steps steady and unhurried on the sidewalk.

Unexpectedly, this time, you hear a husky voice from behind, you turn in surprise to meet a pair of crimson orbs looking at you with a soft expression, you smile at the blonde as he approaches you, and he tries to look away so you won't see his flushing cheeks. And as soon as he reaches you, he put his jacket around you and says

"I..I'll walk you home"

A special thanks to the lovely @kaidabakugou for beta-reading 🧡

[hsslilly-blog]

been thinking about my bratz doll post. im going to start sharing my doll customising journey here so i get motivated enough to get back into it lol. the last time i posted about it was back in february i think? anyway

my plan is to make three custom dolls. claire (hwu mc), blair (hss mc) and addison (hwu). i also hope to make a bianca custom doll as i’ve found the perfect base doll for her, but she wasn’t in my original plans.

here’s my progress so far. all the pictures are going to be terrible btw:

blair stewart

outfit: their outfit is pretty much complete. the only thing missing is their sweater and their hairband. and i really really want to find/make a tie for them. i dislike the fact the skirt is a VERY grayish dark blue (in the picture it looks straight up gray) and i’ve thought about dyeing it blue but i’m afraid to ruin it and end up with nothing. so i’m keeping it as is for the time being. the boots are a perfect match. i plan on painting the gray details on the purse and making it completely white. but it’s very cute, it looks a lot like the one from this post.

the doll: this is a 2015 fashionista barbie doll that was WAY overpriced when i got her. i really like her hair colour though… it’s not exactly copper, it’s a very nice shade of pinkish orange. the picture does it no justice, but it looks a lot like the shade of orange i used to use for blair’s hair in my early 2021 drawings of them. the only issue with this doll: she has flat feet. which sucks. but she’s plastic so we just need to throw her in boiling water and mold it to my liking. medieval torture style.

my plan: i plan on repainting her face. i like this screening, but it looks… weird. im going to give her blair’s heterochromia + their scar and i plan on giving her less eyebrows. blair doesn’t have much of those. as for the hair, it still has some remains of box glue so i need to get rid of that before anything else. i plan on cutting it shoulder length and flipping the ends. i don’t know how i’m doing blair’s hairstyle though (the hair part/bangs) because this doll’s rooting is really weird. but we’ll see.

what do we think. hairstyle ofc not 100% blair compliant but gives me a general idea of what to do. there’s a really cool way of doing the bump/beehive-like/teased crown i sometimes draw them in, so i might try it if the doll has enough hair. also i realized just now how the eyes in this sculpt are very far apart. lol. i think it fits blair.

addison sinclair

outfit: and nothing for her!! i have her jacket and her boots (which have not been painted yet) and that’s it. addison has been the reason of my restless nights. i just can’t find a cropped top that looks like hers!!!! i didn’t think it would be so hard to find a blue/grayish/jeans-like cropped top but my god!! and the worst part of it all: i found a dress online that is a perfect match to hers but it’s been OUT OF STOCK since february!! here it is:

it’s not a Perfect Match, but i can work around it. it’s more than close enough to me. i’ve been checking the website every week but they haven’t restocked it yet and i fear they aren’t going to do so anytime soon. atp i think i’ll just sew it myself. i just need to find a similiar fabric to her dress. as for the socks… i have some white doll socks and i’m going to dye them purple. no bracelets yet.

the doll: i cannot for the life of me tell you which doll this is. she looks like a ~2012 barbie doll but i can’t figure out which one. and i don’t think these are the original clothes. the ad said she’s a fashionista but i don’t believe this. she does have articulated legs, but she doesn’t Look Like a fashionista. i think she’s from the early i can be line before they started using rubber legs. anyway. i fell in love with her hair. it’s perfect for addi.

my plan: i plan on repainting her eyes. here’s the thing guys. i’m a brown eyed addison truther. sorry that’s just who i am. i also want to close her mouth LOL. give her addison’s red lipstick and thin the eyebrows. as for the hair i think it’s perfect as is. i’m probably just going to style it better.

i plan on closing her mouth w/ apoxie paste or like. makeup clay (is that what it’s called?). her lips are going to be smaller too but i got lazy with the drawing.

claire swanson

outfit: isn’t she pretty!!!! i’m still having issues with her casual outfit but her formal outfit/the red dress i always draw her in is done. besides the shoes. i don’t like these open toed heels with this dress. for her Signature Look i have this cute red top which is a great match but i can’t find any shorts that match hers/the top. so far i have a miniskirt and these.. jean shorts. not my favourite. i have to paint the heels white but i found these gold hoops!!! w for me. no bracelets yet.

the doll: this is a 2011 glitz barbie doll and she’s been my holy grail for years now. the blue variant is so so so pretty. i never thought i’d find her since 1. it’s an old barbie doll and 2. i live in brazil. and then…. i found a listing online IN BOX!!! i got the purple variant but the screening is basically the same. i think her makeup is stronger though? but maybe it’s just a stock image thing. anyway i’m obsessed with the hair colour. this was such a great period for barbie if you were into almost-white-platinum-blonde hair. barbie bleach era.

my plan: i didn’t want to touch this doll but she is missing… claire-ness. i plan on repainting the eyes, giving her claire’s beauty mark and her red lipstick. the hair is perfect and honestly. such great box hair. like 13 year old box hair.

it’s not visible on the first picture and i edited out here, but she two black spots in her nose. otherwise she’s fine.

alright. my main issue at the moment is that i can’t seem to find any 100% acetone nail polish remover so i can get started on the repaints. they don’t sell these here anymore. so i’ve been looking for SOMETHING that can clean off the screening of the dolls. so far, no luck. which is why i got demotivated back in february. also something i probably should have mentioned: i have terrible motor skills so repainting these dolls is going to be so much fun!

setting some goals for the time being: 1. paint the accessories that need to be painted and 2. style blair’s hair. okay! that’s it!

[blurzzs]

⌞ Stars ⌝ Garreth Weasley x Reader imagine?

Hi! Ah! This is my second time making an imagine. I'm sorry if this sucks, I am still learning lol so if it sounds AI-ish or whatever I am dearly sorry! This imagine will have feelings - is it a right place wrong time? Enjoy!

1198 - words

"It’s like the stars know all your secrets, all your wishes, and they hold them until they come true. like.. like! a shooting star."

I've visited the forest before, being caught every single time, but honestly? It has never stopped me. Especially because I happened to grow used to the same lecture I ended up getting each time I went out. “It’s dangerous!” My father would cry.

“You could’ve been hurt or killed!” My mother would drill right into my brain, like usual I never listened. So what if they were right? At least I would've died a nice death..

Unless I end up getting captured.. or. or get killed by some animal.

It was around breakfast when I left the castle to You guessed it, wander the forest. Technically, I wasn't allowed to, as my father, the king, had forbidden it; but what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.

“You could’ve been hurt or killed!” My mother would drill right into my brain, like usual i never listened. But so what if they were right? At least I wouldn't died a nice death..

Unless I end up getting capture.. or. or get killed by some animal.

It was around breakfast when I eft the castle to You guessed it to wander the forest. Technically, I wasn't allowed to, as my father, the king, had forbid it; but what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.

Sitting on a hill, grass, daisies, and weeds littered about, enjoying how the sun hit my skin on that hill and how the big tree provided the perfect amount of cool shade, a secret sanctuary of a sort Garreth Weasley had shown me some time ago. It was our hidden sanctuary

Before you even think of it in a weird way - no. We aren't dating, Yes I befriended the Knight! My parents won't even let me befriend others. leaving me with Garreth. Although I took a liking to him, (Not in a crush type.) he is my best friend.

On days when I'd leave the castle, he’d usually check here, although last just to give me more time to enjoy the peace of the scenery and weather there as he knew it was my only time without people watching me 24/7 as if I'd break if I breathed too hard!

I leaned back on my elbows a faint yawn leaving my lips, my eyes staring up at the sky which is now a sunset; the pinkish hues of the horizon the way the sun reflected off of my skin lighting my features. The silence was comforting. I felt at ease, as if every worry was just lifted from my shoulders.

That silence was interrupted by a ruffle coming from the bushes. I sighed quietly, the once at ease silence now gone.

Garreth held the sword by the handle, yelling out for Y/n he's been looking for you. He has been for the past hour. Everyone has been.

It was his duty to protect you.

It is now getting darker. At minute the red-head began making his way to the one spot, knowing you'd be there. If anything you're always there. Going through bushes, his shoes breaking twigs and dried leaves. "Y/n!" Garreth called out his voice soft - getting closer to the secret sanctuary he could see part of the hill.

A determined look on his face, which was soon softened as she made his way though some bushes which rustled. Garreth had finally come to the hill to collect you and tell the king he found you wandering the forest again.

And then he saw you it was as if time had stopped. you, Beautiful as ever, he thought you were enchanting even. The way the sun reflected off your hair, your skin. Your features he quickly grew to love.. Merlin, he acted like a puppy when it came to you. He didn't know how long he stared for but it must've been long when he felt a tinge of warmth on his cheeks.

it was time for him to put a tough act on so you wouldn’t get yelled at for being out in the forest during nightfall. That’d be a mess and if you were to get yelled at, he’d rather it be just for being outside castle grounds. Snapping back to reality Garreth cleared his throat grabbing your attention.

“Princess. You shouldn’t be out here, you know. The king and queen are worried sick about you. I know it’s beautiful out here, and you look ethereal right now, but I must get you back to the castle." Garreth paused mid-word, his eyes studying your face before he shook his head, "Do me some justice and let me walk you back to the castle.. Please, my lady.” Garreth's voice was soft - soothing even.

But you didn't want to go, you wanted to stay and watch the stars under the night sky.

I wished to stay longer, to enjoy the scenery more but Garreth was.. rather right, as much as I'd get yelled/lectured - for being out of the castle she should get back "oh.. but, Garreth, it's just so.." my words trailed off my eyes glimmering in the moonlight, whilst I stared up at the sky "so beautiful.." I finished, with a breath.

"Please, oh Please let me just enjoy this for five more minutes?" She pleaded, her eyes darting over to him, her lip sticking out - a type of begging? Well not really begging but yes. "Come! sit and look at the stars with me." Adeline added - turning her head back towards the night star filled sky.

A smile formed on my face, as I imagined so many things, "imagine just sitting here.. watching the stars with true love! Oh I wish to experience that - how it would be filled with such romance - like.. like in romance novels!" I pointed out, smiling more my eyes filled with imagination.

"Imagine having your future kids, bringing their lover here, enjoying everything they have! Oh it would sound so amazing.." I sighed my shoulders slumping down, into a relaxed state.

Garreth had to admit, he’d never seen you like this, so relaxed, so far from your royal duties, and he loved it. It was a side to you he’d always wanted to see more of. He didn’t want you to be that stiff, proper princess all the time. He wanted you to be free, and it seemed the forest was where you found your freedom

Walking a bit closer to Y/n Garreth had his hands behind him, sitting next to you, leaning against the tree, his legs extended out in front of him. “Five minutes, Y/n. We’re leaving once the stars all flicker and dim,” he said, giving in to your request, as he’d always do. You were the princess after all, and he was just a guard. He’d do anything for her.

“You’re right, my lady. It is a beautiful place to fall in love, and I can’t help but imagine the same thing, being able to share this place with someone special. To pass on a tradition of love and peace. To have a family to cuddle up with under the stars.” their shoulders almost touched

Garreth’s hand left his chest, subtly rubbing the back of his neck, nervous that he might’ve said too much. He blamed it on the calming effect the night had on him. “I’m glad it brings you peace, Princess,” he said, a bit quieter, his hand finding its way back to his chest.

Garreth quickly removed his hand, pretending to adjust his shirt. He couldn’t help it. He stole a glance at Adeline's lips, wondering how they’d taste. As quickly as he glanced at them he quickly looked away, ashamed of himself.

You were the princess, and he was a commoner. A knight, but still beneath you in the grand scheme of things. He knew you'd never look at him in that way.

Admitting it or not; Garreth loved you he wished to tell you. But he was just a guard. This wasn't the right time. Not now.

This was by far the longest one I've actually wrote lol, should I make a part two for this? 🙃 Again I'm so sorry, if this sounded AI-ish!

[madame-fear]

Can you do both gotham and dk Jonathan and their partner want them to do their make up

Gotham! Jonathan Crane:

• Ok, this boy is literally clueless about makeup. I mean, he does makeup his eyes with dark shades to make his Scarecrow persona look even more enigmatic, yes, but girls makeup??? Zero idea.

• Of course, him being the devoted lover he is towards you, he won't tell you 'no' – in fact, he said 'yes' in a heartbeat to doing your makeup. He literally can't deny you anything, you're his beloved, and he loves spoiling you in any way he can!

• He's honest though. He'll tell you he doesn't really know about it, but he's willing to try and watch some YouTube tutorials about it. And do some research about it so in the future he can do your makeup without watching tutorials!

• You, naturally, were the one to pick the video, and he simply follows the instructions very carefully. Not before placing a loving kiss on your lips!

• With a hairband, he'll remove all the hair that covers your face so it doesn't bother him while doing your makeup.

• Probably bamboozled and surprised as fuck about how many palettes and makeup products you've got in your little makeup bag. But!! He loves how they look on you. ;)

• He's very devoted and dedicated. With all your makeup products around the bed where you're currently sitting so he can do your makeup, he follows literally every single instruction from the video, carefully doing every step.

• You end up looking like a clown. Let's say he exceeded a bit himself with the amount of makeup he applied to your face – but our boy tried so badly to do your precious face justice!

• You just end up smooching him all over his rosy cheeks and plushy lips with adoration because of how so awkwardly cute he was the entire time and how he complimented the hell out of you after he finished doing your makeup (even if you had a bit too much of makeup!)

• Won't take the makeup stains off his face after you fill him with a dozen kisses. He loves them, and will definitely do your makeup more often.

DK! Jonathan Crane:

• Much like Gotham! Jonathan, he's also clueless about makeup. But having seen you doing your makeup many times in the past, he's already got a small idea of how to apply it, and what goes first and last.

• I feel like he's a very observant person. With that in mind, you know he already picked up on the small things you do while getting your makeup done.

• He'd be thrilled when you ask him to get your makeup done. Unadmittedly, he'd be a bit nervous of messing up your precious face, but if that satisfies you, he'll do it without protesting.

• He'll also remove the unwanted hair from your face like Gotham! Jonnie, but, you're the one guiding him rather than a YouTube tutorial. He prefers to hear your beautiful voice explaining him what to do next after he applied certain product.

• Also very careful, and often doing a funny/sarcastically but lovingly remark about how many makeup products you've got. You just roll your eyes at him and playfully tell him to shut up.

• Literally the MOST GENTLE man ever when doing your makeup!! And complimenting you all the way through your makeup journey.

• Once he's finished, he'll look at you with admiration and place a little kiss on your lips – getting his own stained with the lipstick – before showing you how you look.

• He's literally better than you at doing your makeup??? Literally applied it with the right amount of it. The makeup is slightly noticeable, but gives you a hightlight on your face, leaving it more pinkish and brighter.

• Of course, you'll definitely be asking him to do your makeup more often, having seen how well is our cold and introverted Dr Crane at doing girls makeup. And also of course, he'll be thrilled to do it more often if that means spending more time with you.

• He'll only do it more often if you reward him with a kiss on his lips afterwards. ;)

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it's been a while since i last wrote for Gotham! Jonny i guess!!! missed writing about our baby boy <33

[brawlstars-dragon-au]

please talk abour shelly and colt for. 5 hours thankiyiu

You got it! A long bundle of Shelly and Colt HCs/info in my AU (as well as ship HCs at the bottom as well 🛐).

Shelly:

Her attacks consist of a medium range solid fire breath. With enough charge, she can release a more explosive breath that shreds through walls as well. A regular shot is more orange, but her "super" is a lighter blue with a tint of purple.

Under her bandaid, she has a little scar from her younger days.

Her classic yellow bandana is a gift from her parents. She's gained quite a few over the years!

She was once part of a gang that was decently well known in the Wild West areas of the Park. They had taken her under their wings and cared for her from a young age. It disbanded after a few successful years (By this time, she was considered about 20 for humans), leaving Shelly to wander alone until situating herself in the quiet-ish life of the main town.

During her time in this gang, her coat colours were not as bright and were mostly light purples leaning to shades of grey and black.

She has a black cat named Starlight! She's very small but she loves her a lot 💛 she sometimes sits in her bandana as she does casual errands. Sometimes they have the exact sma expressions and it's kinda silly hehe

Colt:

The gold star on his back, as well as his tails, are dyed. (This fact may change in the future, as I want to give Colt a slight redesign.)

Colt's attacks consist of different bursts of fire that he breathes out. He usually attacks with a quick bursts of flames that go a far range, with a strong red flame on them. Stronger Super attacks lean to an almost pinkish orange colour. A small detail I want to expand on is that some brawlers' hair (pr another part) will actually turn slightly elemental-like when using what we consider as a super in the regular game. Colt's hair will become similar to a flame when he uses his supercharged flame blast.

His scar on his chin came from a heist back when he was still part of his mom's gang. He scraped it when falling to the ground. He once took pride with it, as it looked just like the one his father had. Now, it's more of an upsetting reminder of the life he left behind.

Additionally, back when he was in the gang, he dyed his hair and wings black to differ himself from his mother (which had a very bold red coat and feathers.) Similarly to Shelly, his colours were simply shades of dark blue and grey, apart from the red that shone through.

Colt's feathers are his pride and joy. You'll never catch anyone touching them, let alone preening (the act of cleaning feathers with birds, this also applies to dragons). The only acceptions are for those he trusts very much. Some examples are Shelly and Pam (Belle was once allowed, but in current times she is definitely not. Family drama!!!)

He left the gang during his late teens after conflicting ideals and issues that had been festering for years.

A bit after, Colt gets taken in by Pam, who welcomes him into the family. Cause of this, he is an honorary Junker ❤️

Colt's actually supposed to be very fluffy, but he sheers off a good chunk of his fur to give the appearance of a "vest" rather than a full fluffy hide. This trait is from his dad.

Finally, some classic Sholt - it's getting a bit long, so I'll add a read more here:

Years ago, while they were still in their gangs, they did interact a few times. Nothing too huge, let alone friendship, but a mutual respect for each other. They almost didn't recognise each other when interacting again as adults.

Colt fell first, Shelly fell harder.

Shelly is one of the few who has seen Colt during his molting period. She brought him snacks and made sure he knew she would still love him even if he thought he looked like some balding hatchling. I actually have an old fanfic for this. Might post it sometime!

When they nap together, Shelly will rest her head just above his wing, using the fluffy fur almost like a pillow. Colt will then rest his head on hers.

Colt's ways of showing affection vary so much, with all coming right from the heart. He gives words of affirmation with flirts and compliments. He'll put on grand displays of affection through small songs or even a little dance. He'll bring gifts that remind him of Shelly (can range from a new bandana he thinks she'd like, or simple trinkets and items that remind him of her).

On the other hand, Shelly's prefers to express her affection through actions. She would not hesitate to protect him in brawls and assures him that she's happy with him (leaning into the subtle insecurity at the heart of Colt's pride).

Shelly asked him out first officially. Colt had asked a few times before, but they were sort of casual and not direct enough. Shelly made that first step to directly say, "Do you wanna go on a date together?"

^ Colt probably sat there in shock for a few minutes /pos. Of course, he agreed! They've been happy ever since <3

In the future (or perhaps in a divergent au/future with fankids), they have a daughter named Shea. She's a lovely ruby red colour, with wing feathers a light lilac colour at the ends. She attacks similarly to Shelly, using stronger mid range attacks. Her attacks do seem to carry just a bit of electric magic/power in it, but that's only noticed when she's older. 🤭

There we go! That's a few of the headcanons I've got for these two. I do wanna flesh out their story in my au, as the past with the gangs really do give a lot to think of... but that'll come much much later when I at least have more designs for the AU 😭😭 Thank you for the ask! It was a pleasure writing this out! ✨️

[salted-caramel-tea]

okay the tierlidt . disclaimer: everything is cropped weird bc the website wouldn’t let me use the portrait crop and made everything square, and i can’t include eventi one so these are the photos that ppl sent to me

details under read more

i’m not going through everyone bc there’s like 60 images on the screen rn so i’m gonna talk about notable things .

THE SUITS

Yes, almost every man is in the same category . it’s a suit . i know that’s the basic of men’s evening wear but it also doesn’t impress me . some men are placed higher bc i feel like they took the basics and did a little something to make it more interesting .

THE SAFE CATEGORY

the safe category kind of stands for it’s not a bad outfit but it’s rather. basic on the scale of outfits seen throughout the night . its a nice choice they look good but its also a safe choice .

POKIMANE

gorgeous . the only thing i have to say is that i wish the bag (? they weren’t allowed bags idk what it is) was the same undertone as the dress . the dress was more yellow while the bag seemed more pinkish in photos . she looked fantastic tho

VALKYRAE

she’s always stunning but that green dress just complimented her so perfectly . the length was perfect the fit was incredible the tailoring was perfect she looked great . the mirror dress was stunning although i wasn’t a fan of the nude illusion slits in the front

SAPNAP

i really wanted to talk about this bc he looks great i think all black suits are wonderful i love them they look fantastic and elegant and they’re something other than the average but for the love of god you can afford a tailor . the arms and legs were too long they bunched up a little and i love oversized things but for suits it makes them a little messy . great outfit but tailoring would make it fantastic .

RANBOO

Everyone’s gonna give me so much flack for this but . i just don’t like it . i like the mcr green day vibes of it all but the red is too concentrated in one area . maybe if the jacket was open or the mask was a different colour ?? idk there’s just too much goin on i around his neck it’s distracting the idea is good but execution could’ve been a lot better

ERET

gorge. perfectly fitted to them i think the combat boots are a nice touch the only thing is i think the hem is a little short in the front this is purely a personal thing but i like the hem to be touching the floor in gowns so that’s all i’d change rlly

CYR AND PEACH

listen i love the joutfits im not hearing anything about it it’s creative and they pulled it off well they looked good . girl they looked good and i thought it was fun . i liked it .

NEEKOLUL

she looks damn good don’t get me wrong i just . didn’t like this dress in the first place . it puts me in mind of those ‘it’s girl’ sheer dresses that took tiktok by storm last year and like it’s nice but i’m just not a fan of it . the random cut out on the thighs i just don’t get

NIHACHU

i loved this outfit although it was simple it’s a silhouette we don’t see a lot and it suited her really well . it’s rlly elegant and i think the hair and accessories suited it and kept it interesting but still to the minimal idea that niki was going for . she looks good .

OKAY highs and lows .

top toot : triciaisabirdy. that floor length white floral gown was made for her. the colours compliment her skin tone and her tattoos the puff sleeves added a bit of flair to the bodice to distinguish it from the other sweetheart neckline gowns that were popular on the carpet the makeup was minimalist but effective her tattoos almost acted in place of necklaces or other accessories she looked fantastic

top boot : ranboo i just don’t get along with that mask . there was too much going on in one area everything interesting about the outfit was centred around his neck and sternum the red were all slightly different shades the idea was good i liked the idea of the colours but execution needed work .

Trend alert !!!!

SHEER FABRIC !!! bodice panelling, sleeves skirts, full dresses, nude illusions, there was a lot of sheer moments happening

BLACK !! black for a red carpet event . groundbreaking .

NO JEWELLERY !! minimalism is definitely in full effect right now in the fashion world there was a specific lacking of necklaces across feminine outfits this year.

if u have questions . i might answer .

[elizabethbennetz]

An analysis of Esra’s costume design in Midnight at the Pera Palace (contains spoilers) - PART 3/3

In case you've no idea what this is about, here is a link for part 1 and here is a link for part 2. I recommend you check those first. If you already have, here's the final part:

When she visits Halit at the hospital, Esra’s outfit seems sad and grey. Everything (including the gloves) is pale, like Halit’s skin. The outfit nearly gets mixed with the hospital walls and we barely notice the purple/pinkish elements in it at first. It is only when she accidentally travels to 1917 that those elements become more evident. Suddenly, this is the most romantic costume Esra wears in the entire series. She meets a younger, more innocent, more hopeful and less troubled Halit and they both walk around town under this pastel pink light that makes her outfit come alive. Even she looks younger and oblivious to the dangers of the war they'll both face 2 years later. It is as if time has stopped for a while, and though she is worried about the hurt double agent in the future, she can just get to know young dreamer Halit for now and have a fun innocent adventure with him.

While watching Halit come back from the hospital with Sonya, Esra is now wearing a black coat over a light pink blouse and a black skirt. She’s back in 1919 and back in reality. Her feelings for Halit are still there, but she must repress them. Halit needs to be with Sonya, not her, otherwise her friend, Ahmet, can’t exist.

She is also wearing that same outfit when Halit confronts her and tells her that he remembers the night they spent together in 1917. She’s wearing light make up and her hair is tied up very simply. She barely dresses like Peride now. This is Esra’s true heart, though she’s trying her best to cover it up.

The next day, when Halit gives Esra the ring she asked for, she has red gloves on — and he is wearing a red tie —, but she’s still trying her best to hide her feelings. The gloves have a darker shade of red this time, they’re not bright like the pair she used before learning that Halit was Ahmet’s father. To paraphrase Taylor Swift, her hands are now so scarlet they’re actually maroon. This is war. It’s an apocalyptic scenario. There are more important things than love right now. Her feelings for Halit are stronger than ever, but she just can’t let him know that. She even covers her red hair with a black hat and goes as far as to tell Halit she does not love him back.

After turning him away, Esra takes the hat off, revealing her red hair once again. She also covers her mouth with her red gloves as she cries desperately.

She later grabs a red wine bottle (I assume) and takes the gloves off as she attempts to drink her feelings away.

Meanwhile, Halit does the same at the Garden Bar, but he keeps his red tie on. Esra just said she doesn’t love him back, but that didn’t change his feelings for her. He is still drinking off a cantel when he gets arrested and he’s still wearing the red tie in jail as George threatens him and makes him fear for Esra’s safety.

After getting attacked by Sonya, Esra leaves her black coat open, and we get a better view of her delicate pink blouse. She’s learning that Sonya might not be the best pair for Halit and, not long after that, Ahmet tells her that Sonya is actually Peride’s murderess.

It is only after she hears that Halit has been arrested and decides to visit him in jail that she buttons up the coat, trying once again to hide her feelings from him. But we can still get a glimpse of some pink shades “leaking through” in her costume. The concern in her voice is genuine and she can’t help but kiss him briefly before assuring him that she will get him out of there soon enough. At this point, there’s just no point in hiding it. It doesn’t matter how hard she tries, the glow in her eyes everytime they meet his is evident — even for him. — She still tries, though, for Ahmet.

Once she’s out of Halit’s sight, Esra puts on the dark red gloves, but gets them off right before she meets Halit again to get him out of jail. She hasn’t worn them in front of him since the moment she told him she didn’t love him back, but she often wears it when he’s not around.

After saving Mustafa Kemal — and the future of Turkey — Esra admits to Halit that she loves him, but tells him she can’t stay and they will not meet again. They kiss and then she runs off. As soon as she is out of his sight again, she has the dark red gloves back on. Maybe as a reminder of what she is letting go of.

Lastly, she gets drinks with Ahmet by the bar before returning to the future. The look on her face is much different than the one she had the last time they did that. This is the first time in a while she’s not wearing red gloves (while Halit isn’t around). Ahmet is trying to help her move on, talking to her about the future and telling her that it’ll be easier once they get there. She wants to believe that he is right. The black coat, much different from the light purpleish coat she had at the beginning, is still covering up her pink blouse. There’s no point in hiding her feelings from Ahmet, so I think now the coat serves more as a reminder of the “grief” she must be going through. She’s literally about to leave the life she wanted in the past, the life she can never have.

If you made it this far, then you're probably as obssessed with this show as I am, so you should also check the video thread I made of Esra and Halit's story as if it were told by Taylor Swift here.

Thanks!

[lumilasi]

UPDATE: Yep, I had to revamp Harrow quite a bit; I realized that his anatomy and perspective were all kinds of wonk, and I didn't like his face either after all lol. Now he looks much better

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First day without fever yay. Still feel kinda like I was hit by a truck, so didn't have energy for any of the more complex drawing ideas I had.

Instead, I finished Jurou's new Main outfit I started yesterday (basically I've felt like none of the ones I made him so far felt like "the outfit" so I tried to design one more, this time without leaning so heavily into realistic fashion), edited Yui's old bio image to give her a new dress for this modern world story, and repurposed a sketch I had for Angus into Jurou's father, Harrow. Yes, he has a present dad in this new story.

Some notes about them below already for those curious:

Jurou mostly comes after his mother, but he did get the blue part of his hair, his glowing purple eye, and the spiderweb pattern under it from his father.

The more theatrical side of his personality is combination from both parents, though he is closer to his mother who is a bit more down to earth than larger-than-life Harrow.

Harrow's hair is light grayish blue now, because he has reached the age where Soul Eaters begin to age again. It used to be the blue hue Jurou has.

Jurou's preference in beard style is obviously inspired by his old man.

Yui is a Spider woman spirit, and ages slower than her husband.

Yui is also a popular Jazz singer. She was introduced to the music genre by Harrow originally, and already loved to sing so it was a natural match.

The Araknos family crest is on Harrow's hat. it is a spider forming an A shape.

Since he is a fugitive, Harrow mainly hangs out in the human world, often getting involved in the human criminal underworld. mainly to keep an eye of dangerous mirror world objects to make sure the dumb meat sacks don't injure themselves with those.

Harrow also enjoys wearing colored glasses like his son.

Harrow has kind of a villainous, scary laugh, though he's not really evil.

His fugitive status mainly came from the fact he murdered two members of a Council he was a part of, something he did to protect his son as those two were planning on abducting his son due to him being born with this unique and dangerous powerful ability known as "god eater"

Harrow used to be more beefy like his son, but with aging he's lost some and is physically weaker. He's still very powerful soul eater warlock though.

Harrow's magic aura is blue, Yuis pinkish red. (Basically darker shade of Jurou's aura)

[vacantgodling]

bloom

wip: vampires don’t take road trips

character(s): dave de leon (darren’s human father) & estel merafae (an ancient celestial vampire; an old friend of dave’s and liz’s father figure in a sense)

warnings: none! just some advice shit and insight into dave :)

Dave couldn’t help but watch their humble campfire, how embers danced and hopped from log to stone to the ground before his feet as the moon rose high into the evening sky. The night was warm, and comfortable enough to forego a jacket, so he had, leaving it draped across Olice’s shoulders before he’d stepped out. Somewhere in the night, he was sure Liz would be teaching their son to hunt, the way she should have years and years ago. He wouldn’t deny the anxiety that gripped his chest at the thought of leaving the two of them alone… but he trusted Darren. And he knew some part of him still trusted Liz; there always would be some of him that would. Even now, after everything they’d been through before—

���It’s a beautiful night.”

Dave jumped, tumbling right off the rock on which he was perched, his glasses falling askew as a figure melted from the darkness of the woods. Bright, cosmatic eyes of seemingly infinite color swirled until settling on a familiar shade of russet. Dave righted himself quickly, adjusted his glasses, then heaved a heavy sigh of relief.

“Is it not?” The man asked, with the small hint of a smile. “Estel, you scared the life out of me.” Dave breathed. He gestured for the other rock and it was gingerly taken, the tall, luminous man practically glowing in the moonlight. His hair was wrapped in a loose bun, much longer than he wore it nearly 20 years ago, and his expression perhaps far more mischievous.

“Does Liz know you’re here?” Dave asked. “No! It’s a bit of a surprise. Max and I— we’ve been tracking you all for a few days.” Estel’s expression grew grim. “But I want you to know you are being followed.”

“Of course we are.” Dave sighed. “Even I could tell that. Liz has been… Trying to ignore it. As have I. I don’t want to stress the kids. Or…” Dave hesitated, but didn’t finish the thought. Estel nodded sympathetically. “How many are there? Could you tell?”

“Unfortunately not.” Estel drummed his fingers against his knee. “That’s why I came to you all first. Better myself than Max, should things get dicey.” Dave raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you always say Max was the better fighter?”

“Yes.” Estel’s eyes glimmered a pinkish hue. “Should they engage and get past him, then I won’t have to hold back.” Dave could feel a shudder run down his spine and he only nodded in reply. Estel didn’t let the silence hang for long though, as usual his bright amiability shone like an iridescent star. “But speaking of children, that was him, wasn’t it? The one that I saw with short black hair and the cute beauty mark like Lizzie’s. Your son?”

Dave couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, that’s him. Darren.” Estel clapped his hands. “Wonderful! I was worried for a time that you wouldn’t be able to raise him—not that I distrust your abilities Dave, you know. You are a much better parent than dear Lizzie is. But, I know she didn’t give you much instruction for his ah… care.”

“I did a lot of research, and I had a few helping hands here and there.” Dave chuckled. “It’s been 20 years already, so I’d like to think I have the hang of it.”

“Twenty years…” Estel seemed thoughtful. “Quite a long time for a human. How old are you now, Dave dear?”

“Forty-five.”

“Forty-five!” Estel whistled. “That’s near half your life away! Though, you hardly look a day over twenty, my love, human aging is so hard to discern.” He leaned closer, resting his elbows on his knees. “How has your life been treating you? Well, I hope?”

“Fair enough, I can’t complain.” Dave smiled, though it didn’t fully reach his eyes. “There are things I regret, but, that’s life, isn’t it?”

“I suppose that is true.” Estel’s eyebrows furrowed. “However, your life is too short to regret, my darling. Have you not been doing what makes you happy?”

“I…” Dave hesitated. His eyes strayed to the woods, where his son was with the woman he once loved. If things were different, this would’ve been a norm. The two of them loved to travel, and it was a love that Dave saw beginning to glimmer in their son. They hadn’t been out of New York much before this, with good reason—much easier to hide in a familiar city that a foreign vampire may not roam than to take his changes somewhere more intimate. But even these few weeks; seeing Darren behind the wheel, happily thrumming his fingers to whatever song Olice had playing while she sat up front. The way he hung his head out of the window when things got too hot. How his eyes glimmered with excitement at the prospect of the new places they’d see. They would be doing this. Dave would’ve given up being a lawyer a long time ago. He would’ve given up many things that were his normal now. But… things were alright, as they were. He had Olice now, a daughter he would’ve never met if not for this set of circumstances. He had a stable life built for Darren, and one where they were closer than he ever was with his own father. He had accomplished things he never would’ve if he gave it all up. He told Estel as such, but the celestial hardly batted an eye.

“But do these accomplishments make you happy, David?”

“They do… They’ve got to.” Estel clicked his tongue. “You aren’t telling me the whole truth.”

“It’s impossible to lie to you Es.” Dave seemed exasperated. “I told you, in a way they do.” Estel shook his head. “You don’t understand my meaning, and, perhaps that’s my fault. I know there are certain things about this life that make you happy. Your children, your ability to provide for them, their reliance on you. You have structured your life around them and their needs, and you have convinced yourself that you are happy.”

“And I am.” Dave said firmly. It was a tone that was not to be prodded. But the lax vampire did; he had nothing truly to fear. “But there are things that are making you unhappy, that you seem to not want to address.”

“If you’re speaking of Veronica—“

“I didn’t mention her, but you did bring her up.” Estel said coyly. “Though, I admit, I do not truly know anything about this woman you speak of. Your… daughter’s mother… perhaps? Is she…”

“Olice isn’t my biological daughter but she’s mine all the same. As Liz is to you.”

“Of course! I understand.” Estel chuckled. “Though a daughter is an interesting way of putting it. I’m sure Lizzie would say otherwise.” Dave hummed. “Well, she’s the one who said you were like a father to her.”

“Really?” Estel raised an eyebrow. “I’ll tease her about it when she arrives. Is she hunting now? With your son—Darren?”

“Yes.” Dave nodded. “They should be back soon.”

“Agreed.” Estel closed his eyes for a moment. As they opened, the swirl of pink faded back into brown. “They are close. I feel dear Lizzie’s energy.”

“She’ll be so upset that you didn’t tell her you were coming.”

“Au contraire. It is I who shall be cross. She’s left me ‘on read’ for quite some time.” Estel wiggled his eyebrows, despite it. “How do you like that? It’s a phrase I picked up recently!” Dave couldn’t help but laugh aloud, and Estel joined in.

“However, this does not absolve you from our conversation, David.” Estel said seriously once they caught their breath. “Your life is too short to waste away regretting things.”

And despite it, Dave couldn’t help but mutter. “Tell that to your daughter then.” Hearing his words, Estel smiled gently, and reached across the dying fire to grasp Dave’s shoulder. He squeezed comfortingly, and a small wave of warmth like a shot of whiskey flowed through his body.

“I envy the short bursts of life that humans have.” Estel turned his gaze up towards the heavens. “All of your problems are so immediate and arresting, you cannot help but be swept away by your emotions. It’s beautiful. You all love hard, and fiercely. You rage, and you cry, and you love, and you want. I have seen many things in my lifetime, my love, yet I have never seen anything so beautiful as your human condition.”

“Even with everything you’ve done? I don’t see what’s so beautiful about…” Dave sighed. “Regret. Es, I really don’t feel like having this conversation right now.”

“Suffering is an enhancer of joy.” Estel said sagely. He turned back to Dave, his irises pulsating and bright. “But, I think you have suffered long enough, my friend.” The hand on his shoulder moved to grasp his hand tightly, and Dave easily clutched it back like a lifeline. “There is no purpose to suffering if there is no gain. You are torturing yourself beloved, it’s too much, too much. You are far too young in my eyes, yet far too old for a human, to let yourself succumb to an easily malleable fate.” Estel squeezed Dave’s fingers. “Your planet is unique, vast and wonderful. There are so many things you have yet to see. To this day, your planet manages to astound me—and I have lived long enough to see it created.” Estel winked. “If your relationship with this…”

“Veronica.” Dave said, exasperated but fond.

“Yes, whomever. If it doesn’t make you happy, then leave it. If you wish to be with Liz, then pursue it. If you wish to be alone, then allow yourself to do it. If you wish to travel, to take photos, to live, to eat, to love, to laugh… Do that which makes you happy. Only then will you prosper, beloved.” Estel released his hand and set back on his haunches. From the inky black wilderness, two figures emerged, shapes that Dave could make out only by the moon’s comforting glow. Estel waved a hand towards them, standing But before he went over, he turned back to Dave. “You are a human I am not willing to forget so easily David. So I implore you; bloom.”

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What guys from your stories prefer their readers with/without makeup? 🤍

Uuhhh I love these! I’ll give a little reason for them too.

Make up:

Is it a crime? Bucky, he loves to see his girl all dolled up, especially in red lipstick so that he can make a mess of it

My little love Bucky, he would never admit it but seeing reader with make up and her hair done, even if it’s something simple, makes him feral to want to live out his little 1940s housewife fantasy.especially if she wears a cute dress or an apron

The love we gave away Ransom, it’s not so much that thimble look better with make up but more because she can afford it now. When she was in high school she barely had clothes and her needs were barely met so make up was a luxury. When he sees her all dolled up he feels immensely proud of what she’s accomplished.

☀️, 🌙, ✨ Bucky, again more of the reader didn’t have her needs or wants met. When he sees her with her makeup done he feels proud that he can provide for her and she can have everything she wants/needs. Even if it’s 5 different lipsticks that she swears are different shades but look very similar to him.

Heart’s munition Steve, he’s used to seeing reader without makeup. It’s not a priority for her but the minute that man sees her all dressed up and with her lips painted in a pinkish or reddish color he’ll lose his mind. Hell want her only with make up on so that he can ruin it and then he’ll take her on a shopping spree for all of the best make up products. He doesn’t care if she doesn’t ware it on a regular basis as long as she wears it when he’s going to fuck her good enough to make her cry.

No makeup:

Unbreakable Steve, he’s going to love his girl so much that make up is the least of his concerns. They met when she didn’t have any make up on and she does wear it on occasion it he thinks she’s naturally beautiful and why should she hide that?

☀️🌙✨ Steve and Sam, prefer reader with no makeup again they think she’s naturally beautiful but they’ll also support her makeup collection 😂 they do appreciate that she likes to get dolled up for them though

Til the end of the line and back Stucky, most of the time they’re either working or on missions so they’re used to seeing reader with no makeup. They love seeing her bare faces and natural but they support whatever she wants to do.

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Could you share the issue regarding the inclusivity poll please? The one you said was resolved? Just so it helps other writers. I think it's important to share such information<3 or maybe do some notes us other writers should be aware of?

I didn't vote because I am not a poc but since we're on the topic of reader insert: the one thing I felt a bit uncomfortable with was "your mom's name" when reaper was visiting her mom. I personally don't have an issue imagining myself as an oc persona such as a ripped reaper but my mom is so nice and that part bugged me. For example, I feel like parents' names shouldn't be inserted or mentioned at all. OR give them a random name at the beginning as a starter disclaimer. Just a personal thought. Everything else is very much well thought through. Kudos as always 😉

hello!!

so the issue that was brought up from the poll was solved here, but i have so far not gotten a response for the "not good" answer. i suppose it could have been a misclick or perhaps someone just wanted to see the answers and didn't read the title first, but if there was an issue (or issues) that caused them to genuinely pick that answer, i'd love to be able to fix it!

some general notes when it comes to writing a race-neutral mc:

don't describe showers (or really, certain morning/night routines); it's important because a lot of people don't wash their hair every day. whether it be for preference, for hair type, or for how they wear their hair, it can be alienating to detail every shower as "washing your hair."

this mistake was actually corrected in the tagged post-- but be aware of how some skin scars! it had slipped my mind that not all scarring ends up pinkish-- it'll just be a dimmer version of the person's skin tone.

don't use major descriptors for hair. "billowing in the wind," "[your ponytail] pulled at your scalp," "curling around the face." all of these can be linked to a certain hair type, usually.

when describing skin, use vague terms. for example "the light from the shades dappled across your skin," instead of "the light sheened off your pale skin."

"your cheeks grew pink," "your face went red," can't always be applied to people with darker skin tones. but yk what can? growing physically warm, sweating, getting goosebumps, or feeling rushes of adrenaline! if you're gonna write something fluffy, make sure everyone gets included.

sometimes eyebags aren't easily seen, either. a lack of melanin means the purple under the lids sticks out more, but eyebags are also sometimes visible with creases, puffiness under the eyes, or a slight droop.

don't go into major detail with facial features. when describing reaper's facial scarring, i keep it general and try not to describe how lips look, whether freckles are cut up from the scarring, etc.

also, when i talk about reaper's mask, i don't talk much about her nose. obviously, larger noses might stick out more from the base of the mask, but plenty of people have flattened noses, so that wouldn't really work. instead, i used a general description (not verbatim) "fits perfectly to your nose."

bonnets and durags! people wear them all the time! in the house, out of the house, but for sleeping, too! mention them as an option for your readers to better immerse them.

really try to remember, especially as a white person, that most fanfics (intended or not) use white people as a default. there're probably a lot of people who will enjoy your fic more if they can see themselves in place of the mc. if you don't sit back, reread your chapter and think "yeah, i could picture anyone in this position" (unless the fic is specified to be black!reader x character or something of the variation), you might want to change it up.

thank you for the comment on reaper's moms name! i sort of can't change that much considering how far we are into the series, but I've removed the times where specifically "your mom/mother's name" (or a variation) was mentioned. (let me know if i missed anything).

sorry about dissing your mom, I'm sure she's lovely :) (/gen)

i also partially didn't add any details on reaper's mom's name because i didn't want to allude to any specifics on reaper's background

thank you so much for the support!

as a small disclaimer... i'm really grateful to get this kind of feedback, from my readers of color and not, it's great to hear how I'm doing because i want to make a fun fic for you guys! if the change is something quick and easy (like this and the tagged message), i don't mind it!