#if you want to draw one of them in a dress you can do that with them as men

[felibrary]

╭──╯GOOD DAYS | even as the snow falls atop his hair and the colorful fireworks launch in the distance, sylus can't help but keep his eyes off of you.

pairing: sylus x reader (gender neutral) | content & warnings: just some toothrotting fluff, bit of banter and bicker, reader is implied to be shorter than sylus, possibly ooc sylus | wordcount: 1.1k ; ficlet

author's note: this is based off his nightplume card with my own little add-ons lolll (also i don't even play lad anymore..so if you see any mischaracterizations here..yeah..)

A/N: Loll finally posted again and it's lad haha, enjoy!!

"sylus, i'm cold."

your boyfriend raises his brow and sighs, having the audacity to act disappointed. "i've warned you about the cold weather. should've listened to me about wearing a scarf," he smirks while you on the other hand only huff, frown deepening.

"well, i didn't know it'd be this cold," you shudder as the snowflakes meet your nape and slowly dissolve.

you're pretty sure you look absolutely ridiculous right now — with a runny nose and a hoarse voice complaining about something you're at fault for, to sylus who simply enjoys watching your dilemma and chuckles in amusement.

there aren’t often moments when sylus feels at ease, always on the lookout if something happens to you when he isn’t around. but he knows that if he stays by your side there won’t ever be something bad happening to you — he makes sure of that and instead decides to enjoy these simple but meaningful moments with you.

so maybe these little moments make him pay less attention to his surroundings than usual, oblivious to the snow that gets stuck in his hair and you can’t help but cackle a bit. “what?” he asks curiously. “there’s snow in your hair,” you point out. sylus’ gaze drifts up for a split-second before smiling and lowering his head. “help me,” his voice is soft as he requests you to help him.

even through hands covered in mittens, you can feel how soft sylus’ hair is, you play with his hair for a bit, rubbing your hand over his head before finally brushing the remaining snow out. “be careful, even a crow can turn into a dove in this weather,” you smile. “a crow? what a funny thing of you to say,” sylus returns your smile before turning his head away from you to look at the fireworks and so do you.

the fireworks are pretty, magnificent even. they vary in size, motive, and color but despite all of that each of them is unique and beautiful in its own way, making it unable to rip your eyes off them..besides maybe one exception.

not even a moment later, the exception in question turns to you, expectant ruby eyes staring down at you before swaying his gaze down to the snow-covered railing, smiling. "want me to draw you?" the turned-up collar of his stuffed leather jacket rises and falls along his neck as he exhales.

you follow his gaze and scoff. "sylus, what are you up to," you mutter under your breath. he doesn't respond, instead his gloved hand meets the metal railing before slowly tracing circles in the snow, and soon after you're able to recognize what he drew — a cat.

“seriously? a cat? i thought i’d at least be something more intimidating like a tiger,” you complain in faux offense. sylus only hums “do you know what you look like right now?” he doesn’t wait for you to respond before tracing lines onto the cat’s forehead.

"like a tiger that meows when it opens its mouth," he says, voice laced with sarcasm. upon seeing it, you can't help but crack a smile. "you're so stupid," you express with a shake of your head. "says the stubborn one who refused to dress warmly," he huffs before turning away from you again.

those ruby eyes full of danger and a lust for adventure soften upon seeing the shower of fireworks being cast in the sky. a mixture of bright red and blue colors paints the sky and casts a light shadow over sylus’ figure. 

you playfully roll your eyes at him, grinning as you scoop some of the snow off the railing. “sylus, you still have snow in your hair, want me to get it out for you?” you offer, a sweet smile gracing your lips. “what, you want to deepen our relationship? but if you insist,” he smirks before lowering his head.

you reach forward and unlike sylus’ expectation your hand lands on his cheek, making his eyes widen in surprise while you bite your bottom lip, suppressing the giggle you’ve been meaning to let out ever since you got the idea. sylus shoots you a boyish smile before flicking his fingers against your forehead which catches you off guard. “unprompted benevolence wasn't out of the kindness of your heart,”

before you’re able to process what’s happening, sylus pulls you into a tight embrace, strong arms snaking around your waist and holding you closely to his chest. "sylus let me go, i can't see the fireworks" you muffle into his jacket. "mhm, but weren't you the one who was complaining about the cold just now?” he says absentmindedly and you gaze up at him as he turns his head to the fireworks. 

his eyes find yours again, ruby eyes locking with yours as he gives you a mirthful smile. i'd rather not let you be exposed to the cold again" you glare at him which seems to amuse him even more because his next move is to pull you closer than before. (which you didn’t even know was possible from how close the two of you were already.)

luckily he lets you go soon after and you breathe in relief and observe him curiously as he pulls something out of the pocket of his jacket — a scarf. you gasp in surprise. “you had a scarf with you all along?” you ask him dumbfoundedly, not sure whether to be grateful for having something to warm your neck which isn’t sylus’ biceps, or if you should feel betrayed that he hid it from you.

“i’ve had a hunch that you’d forget yours in the rush, always so forgetful.” he smiles softly before wrapping the scarf around your neck, twice around your neck, and once around your.. eyes? “sylus, i swear to god.” even with your eyes covered beneath the wool scarf you can practically see sylus smirking to himself. “fine, fine,” he mutters, smiling before removing the scarf from your eyes.

the scarf sits nicely around your neck and not to mention it’s very comfortable and keeps you warm. you exchange glances with sylus before turning your attention to the fireworks again. 

from beneath you, on the riverbank, a bunch of people are lighting up their fireworks before watching after them as they fly into the distance. your eyes follow the fireworks as they light up the night sky and their reflections shimmer on the surface of the river. “the fireworks are so pretty, aren’t they?” you turn to sylus, expecting him to watch the fireworks too, instead you find his ruby eyes fixated on yours. 

“yeah, they really are.”

TAGS: @azullumi we're just gonna ignore the fact that this is dedicated to you and your birthday you oldie gramps of a geezer which was one week ago.....but anyway although i don't want to repeat what i said in my birthday letter (which you haven't read yet LOL) i want to tell you that in such a short period of time you've grown to a person I've learned to love so easily as if it were naturally - which it is. you're so loveable that it makes me wonder how anyone could ever hold a grudge towards you? you're the sweetest soul on earth and i wish i would've been there for your birthday to congratulate you in person but well beggars can't be choosers. azul, you're my soulmate and i appreciate everything about you and everything that you've done for me. i love how clear and easy our communication is, i love our little playful banters that other people find questionable and i love that people associate the two of us together, even when it means mistaking us for one another, which just proves how close we even appear to other people. you're the embodiment of lovely and loveable to me. i love you to death azul and once again happy birthday! <3

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[smiley-positivity-potato]

i had typed this out longer and more eloquent but my phone froze and deleted it, so i'll just be frank. it is okay for you, as a transmasc or masculine person, to look for an older male role model to look up to. it is ok to draw inspiration from personal, and unknown, masculine figure(s) you can relate to and wish to be like as a man. it's ok to realize and recognize there is no such thing as a perfect man. because there isn't. just like there's no such thing as a perfect woman.

you are not betraying anyone by being yourself. you are not betraying your past self, by embracing who you are, even if in the past you've been traumatized and hurt by men. you are not a bad person for at one point not liking men or yourself as a man. you are not a bad person for being taught not to trust men by the men AND women in your family and BELIEVING IT STRONGLY. for seeing the cruel things that have happened to you and others at the hands of some men, you of course became angry, untrusting and cautious.

but you still have to realize not any of this pain will go away by labelling an entire group, an entire gender, even yourself, as "bad" or "evil". for you've seen what can happen if a boy isn't raised to behave this way as a man. you've seen men who work super hard and ones that have great morals. you've met great men and read about them. and just like any other cis boy, you have a right to find a male role model to look up to. even if it's at a later age then other men, you still have a right to experience it.

it's not wrong to want to experience it, whether you wish to dress, act, talk or do etc. behaving like said role model, OR NOT, is YOUR choice. and at the end of the day, your own personal definition of manhood and personality should always SHINE FIRST. always. so just know, you have a right as a man to now have a hero, like you would've as a young boy. we started our manhood journey late in life, so of course, we're just searching around for what masculinity means in this world when it involves us. and that's alright.

[comfy-writer]

My Y/N... Tarzan~Izuku | First Part

Warning: xImitation! x20 years old! ManxGirl! Tarzan Izuku! xCrazy apes! xIzuku saves reader! Vine swinging! xFast passed! xFluff! xCute! xScarring! xHandsome! x Izuku Midoriya! x Baboons! x Saving! xreally long right now!

Info: Y/N means your name, L/N means your last name. h/c means your hair color, and s/c means your skin color. Also, f/c means your favorite color and D/N means dad's name.

A/N: I thought of this cute idea after I watched Tarzan! I thought it would be cool if one of the Mha boys were Tarzan or something like him. So of course, I had to go with Izuku for this one, he is my favorite. Plus, no one has been requesting so I just chose him.

Also: I had to split up many of the stories! So, they are all connected, but I had to give parts of them.

First Part: https://www.tumblr.com/comfy-writer/762316046759804928/my-yn-tarzan-izuku-first-part?source=share

Second Part: https://www.tumblr.com/comfy-writer/762316069345132544/my-yn-tarzan-izuku?source=share

Third Part: https://www.tumblr.com/comfy-writer/762316079170273280/my-yn-tarzan-izuku-third-part?source=share

Fourth Part: https://www.tumblr.com/comfy-writer/762316092961161216/my-yn-tarzan-izuku-part-four?source=share

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Huge bamboo appears to be a 60-foot-tall swarm around you. Your e/c eyes blink several times as you look around the jungle. You pause for a moment looking down at yourself, you wear a bumblebee yellow short-sleeved, ankle-lengthened dress. With a light purple cravat necktie and an ivory white collar paired with a gold dazzling broach that is a flower shape. Your hands are covered with snowy white wrist-length gloves. You also have on lavender purple stockings and dove gray ankle boots. Locks of your hair is in a bun, that can't be seen, so your Wosoly Pith Helmet is a light shade of tan with a light purple lacing on it.

You grip onto the bumblebee-colored umbrella unaware of your surroundings. The new location is surprising to you. Your eyes fill with so much curiosity, wanting to know more about the jungle you are in. Your head snaps around to look around for Mr Clayton or D/N. Fear flows through you as you can't seem to put a finger on where they are.

A hard thing hits your Wosoly helmet, and you yelp scared of what it is. It rolls in front of you, on the grassy, filled ground. Plants and leaves off of grass cover the floor as the bright orange fruit lies in front of your very eyes. You cry out scared, and your e/c orbs land on a small baby baboon.

"Oh!" You say exclaim a little louder than expected. The baby baboon greedily reaches for the fruit and its sharp canines sink into it as it munches on it. Parts of the fruit, drip on the side of his mouth, and a small chuckle leaves your lips.

An ape-man high in the sky, hanging onto vines to support himself up. His eyes glaze down at you interacting with the monkey. His mind thinks of many things, 'What is covering your body?' "Who are you?' 'Why do you look so weird?' Thoughts racket his brain once forth as you then talk, his gaze snapping back down at you. "Are you what all the fuss was about?" You ask the baboon as you just seem to be talking to yourself. You reach for your journal that has millions of beautiful and well-processed drawings in it. The pages are filled with objects and many animals that you have found in this jungle. You study each page you flip through until you finally find a blank one.

You pause as your hand cups near your mouth, trying to project your voice. "Daddy! Daddy quick!" You whisper yell trying to get your father's attention, hoping he can hear you. He is far ahead of you and looking around the jungle with Mr Clayton. "No, wait. Hold still." You mumble and your hand reaches down to grab your writing utensil. In the trees the greenet swings vine to vine, looking down at this weird species, and it's bendable thing it is holding. You move the umbrella to your wrist so you can draw the baboon. "You may not be a gorilla, but you are one sweet little…" You trail off to look up once more to look at the final touches of the baby animal.

The space is gone now with just the fruit from earlier, rocking back and forth on the jungle floor. You tilt your head side to side looking around for the little guy that just seems to be giving you a hard time now. A light pressure presses against your shoulders, as you look to the right side to see the adorable baby from earlier. He looks down at your drawing confused as ever.

You smile softly looking back down at it, and you hold it up closer for him to inspect. "There you go. What do you think?" You ask, curiosity killing you. His eyes go wide, and then he pokes his face closer, his mouth wide open as he raises a non-existent brow at you. He looks down at the drawing and a small self-conceded smirk plays on his face.

"OOOOO!" He lets out an impressed sound, his head tilting to the right a little farther away and he smiles widely. You still smile softly at him, but in no time the baboon reaches for your journal and closes it, hopping onto your helmet, making you groan in annoyance.

"What! Oh!" You cry out as you narrow your eyes onto the baboon that holds onto the journal and runs straight forward, further into the jungle. You chase after him, and your dove gray ankle boots, catch on some of the plants, slowing you down. Your drawings are everywhere, the pages all over the jungle ground. You bend down, pick them up, and chase after the annoying animal.

"Well, this is peachy. Come to study gorillas and get my sketchbook pinched by a baboon." You talk to yourself, and you bend down to grab another page as you walk ahead. The unknown figure behind you grabs a page you missed, and pulls himself back up the vine, still upside down. He then grabs another vine and sits on it, as he finally can see this object that has been entrancing him the entire time. His fingers brush against it as he stays quiet, his green emerald eyes fill with peak interest as he tilts his head confused. The baboon has pages of your drawings in his hand and looks at them. The ones that he doesn't like, he throws into the air, which lands beside him or on a tree trunk. The baby baboon grunts and lags, twirling himself around as he is getting a kick out of this.

His eyes land on his drawing of him, and he uses his hand to slide the top of his hair back. He lets a smirk on as he giggles softly. "Oooh-" "Give me that!" You gripe at him as his head and his eyes tear apart from the drawing to see you, a not-so-kindly species looking down at him. He uses his hand and tries to shoo you away as he waves you off, the drawing is now closer to him, and he hugs it to himself. You raise a brow and scoff at this baboon that is too human-like.

"Come on now, enough of this." You spit out as your hand sassily goes to your hip. "I want this paper on the count of three." You inform him, and you gesture to the paper with your hand that is no longer holding your hip.

"One, two-" You count off, as you hold up two fingers at him. "Oh, look, bananas!" You exclaim happily, pointing to the front to trick the little animal. Right when he turns his head, licking his lips, you snatch the drawing and let out a small jerk-like laugh. "I can't believe you fell for that one." You smile at him.

"Waaahhhhh!!!!" The baby cries as his head goes up, leaning back slightly, and his huge mouth provides the noise. "No, No, don't give me those crocodile tears." You wave him off, slightly bending down to him. "What would your parents have to say?" You ask as a loud sound of growls fills your ears. Your, e/c eyes widen as turn around, dropping your pages of drawing in the process.

A yelp escapes you and your hand flies to cover your mouth. Your entire body trembles with fear, to see at least 60+ baboons roaring and growing at you in the trees. You rub the back of your neck, with the hook of your umbrella still on your arm.

"You see, I told you they'd be cross." You say to the baboon, you look upa you with a hopeful gaze and a happy expression. "Go easy on him, children will be children." You trip over a stump and fall onto the ground. A baboon tries to attack you and you try to get up, but only fail. So, you crawl quickly, your white-wrist gloves scraping against the ground as you crawl like a leopard. The whole pack chased after you and you let out an ear-piercing scream.

The greenet, slides on a tree branch, and his head snaps to look over at the scene. Confusion fills his eyes as his muscular body is more prominent. The ape-man raises a brow as he is more confused than ever. He jumps down, and his hand grasps a vine as he gets close to the ground. He swings from vine to vine as his other hand reaches out to try and grab your trembling, running figure. You nervously smile as you look back, but ahead once more.

"Ohh….ohhh…." You let out as you see a big gap in between the two lands. You let out a shaky breath and are going to try and make a jump for it. You leap in the air and look live your diving. A small tug picks you up, and the greenet's hand grasps the back part of your dress....

[heartorbit]

i'm sending this endless melody to a nameless you

[grzybjek]

recent sketches!!

The first pic are redesigns of my 2019-2021 ocs! If you remember any of these characters no you dont! Embarrassing. Second is Maria, Marysia, my beloved protagonist for my newest project. Third is Helena my favorite rat. And fourth is Maria once again, with her friend, Juras, also a character from my newest project

[harpuiaa]

persona 2 doodles

[owl-bones]

people will say clothes have no gender until they see a guy in a dress and then they can't help but misgender him

[lulubeanie]

Don't forget that you can always draw your ocs and favorite characters in fun outfits that you think they would wear. you can and should do this

[dustykneed]

what if i drew myself stress relief musical sapphics.... what then....

can you tell i've been. hmmm. stressed this week LMAO (anyways if you recognise these pairs like that's awesome and you're so cool genuinely! but this is so self indulgent who am i kidding xDD)

[vintage-bentley]

Before you draw or write Aziraphale and Crowley as a straight couple, ask yourself this: why can’t they be a gay couple? What does them being straight bring to the scene that them being gay can’t? Why do you feel that erasing a gay couple improves this scene? Do you, on some level, feel that there is something superior about straight couples? If not, why are you even considering changing a gay couple into a straight couple in the first place?

[fisheito]

hey. hey you. yeah, yoU!! the one who actually looks at clothing!!! i request help. i need images of wedding dresses that you think would fit the starter trio [yaku, ed, oli]. pls send images........ of any ideas you have🙏

[plulp]

before i started seeing dol fanart i had no idea anyone even Thought of bailey wearing anything other than a wifebeater. like after thinking about it for more than a second i was like oh yeah that makes sense that hed wear a nice suit or dress clothes but i genuinely thought of course everyone ALSO thinks bailey looks like a deadbeat dad. like the kinda guy whod be like hey kid im going to go buy some milk and hed never come home. anyways under the cut is my personal opinion on what hed look like so thats just for me but heres bailey, sorry for the long description this time

[thecrowsart]

[capn-twitchery]

Winterberry - Use one or more photos that encapsulates your OC's clothing style pulling out my uno reverse card

RUBS MY HANDS TOGETHER

one for twitch:

and one for grace!!

you can tell their clothes apart bc twitch wears fancy looking clothes, but wears them like they don't care

grace, on the other hand, wears plain clothes,,,but like he's much more put together & fancier than he really is

flowery oc asks

[junotter]

sometimes researching for avatar redesigns has you 6 layers deep into the Japan's Meiji era allies wiki

[adriartts]

Making enemies making friends