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in-silver-lake · 1 month ago

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parking spot

cw: mentions of drinking, but it's almost not there, college au, fuck!boy billie, no smut sorry synopsis: you finally confront the girl that's been stealing your parking spot a/n: this is from the drafts, i don't even know what this is, also that synopsis is horrible but i can't be bothered with writing a better one. also i suck at titles apparently. not proofread, like at all. again, idek wtf this is but enjoy!

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“i swear every single time i pull up, that goddamn car is already there, parked in my spot outside of my house. i mean, who the fuck does this person think they are?”

i had been pacing back and forth in my room, ranting to my roommate, alyssa, for at least half an hour, entirely fed up with whoever kept stealing my parking spot. she sat on my bed, unbothered, carefully applying her hot pink nail polish, sporadically splaying her hand out in front of her to check her work. she occasionally offered quiet hms and uh-huhs, her attempt at sounding interested or understanding entirely pathetic, but fortunately for her i was way too preoccupied with my frustration to notice.

“do you know how far away i had to park today? twelve blocks! twelve big, fat blocks, alyssa, and it’s fucking freezing outside, and -”

i cut off, my eyes going wide as i caught a glimpse out my window of a girl walking up to the stupid, shiny black door of the car that had ruined my past two weeks.

“oh my god! oohhh. my. god.”

without a word, i sprinted out of my room, dodging girls on the staircase as i ran through the house. i threw open the front door, and the still, cold air immediately raised goosebumps on my skin, but i was determined to go tell this thief exactly what i thought of her.

“hey!” i yelled, an edge to my voice as i marched up to her. she turned around at my shout, and my brain short-circuited, because holy shit - she was beautiful. her eyes were a crystal-clear blue, shining in the winter sunlight, her skin smooth, cheeks rosy with the cold and matching her full, pink lips. her long, dark, shiny hair, held back by a black and white patterned bandana, fell effortlessly across her back and curled under her chin.

since when are parking spot thieves so hot?

her eyebrow quirked up, and i’m reminded that i’ve been staring for a little too long as she asked, “um…can i help you?”

“um - yes, wait, actually no, i -” i scrambled for words, annoyance increasing tenfold as humour danced in her eyes, clearly finding the fact that i was so caught off guard extremely amusing. why the fuck am i stuttering right now? oh my god, pull yourself together.

drawing in a small breath to compose myself, i continued.

“you - you’ve been a complete jerk, stealing my parking spot for weeks now! you don’t even live here. do you know how incredibly rude and inconsiderate that is? huh? i’ve had to walk for years back to my house in the cold every time i’ve come back home for the past two weeks because you decided to park your ugly, stupid car here! y’know, it’s common decency around here to stick to your own parking spot!” i huffed, speaking fast, trying to make myself sound as authoritative as possible as i crossed my arms in front of my chest.

she, infuriatingly, leant back against her car door, arms crossed loosely against her chest, head tilted slightly to the side, her stance entirely too casual. clearly amused, she smirked as her eyes raked up and down my body, something almost predatory in her gaze. my cheeks flush as i’m reminded that i’ve come out wearing my pajamas - striped, pink flannel pants, a white tank top that made it very clear i wasn’t wearing a bra, and my fluffy frog slippers, no less.

“your parking spot, hm? i’m so sorry, pretty, i wasn’t aware they had been allocated,” she chuckled, entirely too relaxed for my liking. the pet name, falling so casually from her lips, as if she had said it a million times, as if it was made just for her to say, caught me completely off guard.

“well, i mean, no, they haven’t been, not officially, but-”

“so it isn’t your parking spot?” she interrupted, eyebrow lifting slightly in a challenge.

“I mean, i guess not officially, but everyone in the house has their one spot they park in everytime, otherwise you have to park way too far away-”

“right, so far away that it gets too cold to walk back,” she added, eyes still dancing with humour.

“well - well yes, exactly -”

“and if i don’t live here, how am i supposed to know about this system?”

“well, you could have asked around-”

“do you have a best friend?” she asked abruptly, and the change in conversation threw me off for a moment.

“i - yes, yes i do -”

“and you try to see them every chance you get?”

“yeah, of course-”

“and so if you went to visit them, would you park in the spot outside their place whenever it’s empty, so you don’t have to walk for twenty minutes in the cold to get to their house?”

“i - i mean yeah, i would -”

“okay, cool. we all good then?” she asked. slightly confused, with very little idea of what just happened, i just nodded dumbly, watching as she unlocked her car and slid into the drivers seat. she glanced over at me with one last look, amusement and something else in her eyes, before she drove away, leaving me standing there. i didn’t even get her name.

over the next few weeks, i kept running into her. in the hallway, in the common area, even outside the house one night as we both waited for our take-away to arrive. she was always infuriatingly unbothered, throwing me a casual hey, or a smirk, or a subtle look up and down, as if every time i saw her i wasn’t flooded with annoyance and a little embarrassment. it was irritating how much space she occupied in my head - and it didn’t help that every time she’d throw me a casual glance or eye me with a hint of mischief, my stomach would flutter and my cheeks redden against my will, because goddamn, she was so fucking hot. and it wasn’t even just her looks - it was the way she carried herself with such an air of confidence and self-assuredness, it was magnetic.

i found out that zoe, one of the girls in my house, was the best friend she had been visiting after i saw her - billie, someone told me her name was - leaving zoe’s room one time. i had also been warned of her reputation as a bit of a fuck-boy, something i tried to remember everytime i ran into her and my stomach would flip.

one night, almost a month after i first met billie, i walked downstairs to the kitchen in the early hours of the morning after a long night out, still slightly tipsy and stomach growling with hunger. inexplicably, billie was there, using the small kitchen to bake what smelled like choc-chip cookies, of all things. i stood there for a moment, stunned and rendered momentarily speechless from the simple shock of seeing her here, in my kitchen, at three am. i definitely didn’t admire the way the warm, low light highlighted the delicate curve of her neck, eyes definitely not trailing over her body, clad in pajamas that were uncharacteristically revealing, and my mouth absolutely did not going dry at the sight of her very low-cut singlet-

i shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. i watched as she turned around, tray in hand, and spotted me in the door way. her movements only hesitated for a moment, something akin to curiosity, or maybe want, briefly flickering in her eyes before she placed the tray on the bench beside her. without looking up, she asked, “y’want one?”

fighting a blush - whether it was caused by the residual alcohol in my bloodstream, or being in billie’s presence, i wasn’t sure which (yes i was) - i walked right up to her, appearing confident, sure, as i swayed my hips just a little, and brushed her shoulder with mine as i reached out to pick up a cookie. i pushed myself up to sit on the bench, legs ever so slightly parting, my little black dress i had yet to take off riding up my thighs. she stood in front of me as i took a measured bite out of the sweet, chewy treat. i pretended to inspect it as i purposefully, slowly, licked my lips, as if to catch any crumbs.

after i decided i had lingered in the moment long enough, i said,“they’re alright,” shrugging my shoulders in mock indifference. they honestly tasted amazing. i looked up to see billie’s stare was transfixed on my shiny lips, eyes tracing every moment of my tongue. in the low light, i could’ve sworn i saw her pupils dilate.

“mhm,” she hummed, sounding completely distracted as she dragged her eyes, seemingly reluctantly, back to mine.

she took a step closer to stand in between my legs, the soft brush of her hand on my knee making goosebumps erupt on my skin, but i never flinched, never showed any sign this was affecting me. her hand smoothed upwards, along the outside of my thigh, her touch light but carrying so much weight, the heat of her hands a delicious contrast to the cool metal of her rings. her eyes were lidded, still trained on my glistening lips, as she slowly leaned in. i leant forward to meet her, stopping a breath away, close enough to see the anticipation on her face. for a moment, we were both still.

then, with a knowing twinkle in my eyes, i said, “i’m going to go to bed now,” close enough that she would’ve felt my breath against her lips.

i slid down from the bench, her warm touch on my thigh lingering for as long as possible before her hand slipped away. her eyebrows knitted in confusion and her hand twitched by her side, as if holding back from reaching out to me again. her mouth hung open slightly, a hint of embarrassment on her face, the tables completely turned.

“goodnight,” i said simply, my voice low, dripping like honey, before i walked out of the room, leaving her with nothing, a satisfied smirk on my face.

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messylustt · 2 years ago

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nsfw amazinggg scenario based on this request. so tasty wtf. finally posted, oml i’m so sorry for the long wait :(

you had one question and too many awkward outcomes. you couldn’t ask the people you’d rather ask. they’d ask more questions, and most likely not tell it to you straight. you needed to know, but nobody got that.

all except miguel.

you wouldn’t dare look at his face as you mumbled the words out. wanting not to say them but also wanting an answer to them. the silence feels like two hands at your neck. you can feel your feet shuffling, unintentionally sliding back. maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

your mind and gaze focuses on a speckle of dust on the floor, as you wait. yeah, you really shouldn’t have asked.

at first miguel’s reaction was shock. you asked what? he thought he had heard wrong. he had to have heard wrong. but you’re still here, feet shuffling, gaze down, but nonetheless still here. you wanted an answer. why from him? he doesn’t know.

“you can ignore my question.” you suddenly say, feet a lot farther back then before. “you can — ”

“no boyfriend to ask?” miguel’s questions is simple, said in that typical unfazed tone. “um…yes, but…i can’t ask him.” you say back, with a tilt to your head, your gaze just below his eyes.

“why not?” he asks, but you don’t answer, again repeating your question. “what’s a bj?” your innocent tone tells miguel how you really don’t realise the implications of asking him something like this. your innocence is telling him to tell you. answer your question.

“do you know that it’s an abbreviation?” he asks, his gaze staring at your face a little more focused. you look to the side, sucking part of your lower lip between your teeth before glancing back. “i’m not dumb”

“mhm.” miguel just hums, glancing up at his shut office door, before looking back to you. “why ask me?”

“because i’d think you’d know.” you reply. “many people here know. your friends would know.” miguel states, crossing his arms. “they’d ask questions”

“i’m asking questions.” miguel answers straight away. “yeah but not the invasive ones.” you reply, now tapping at your fingers.

miguel eyes you, more narrowed, more intently. “you want to know what a ‘bj’ is?” miguel asks, now meeting your gaze, but you’re quick to look away. you nod, glancing to the far wall behind him. one word and a tap of his finger at his desk behind him, makes you shift it back. “c’mere.”

you now slide your feet closer, a little hesitant. miguel watches you, not missing one movement. then his hand is behind your head, his fingers in your hair, as he draws you closer. you should have backed away then, said you changed your mind, but you stay still, staring at him.

miguel, with his hand in your hair guides you down onto the floor, on your knees as he mutters. “kneel down.” you’re slightly confused as you look up at him. miguel grabs your hand and guides it to his hard on, that you just now notice at your eye level. your eyes expand as you realise. “you ever done anything with your boyfriend?” miguel asks, his suit beginning to disappear, as he keeps your head held by his hips.

“i…” you can feel your breathing pattern change, as miguel begins pump his already hard cock in one hand. “i’ll take that as a no.” he says, as pre-cum leaks out from his head, as he tilts his head down at you. “open up.” he utters as you gulp, big eyes staring at his tip. he taps under your chin as he lets go of his cock, urging your mouth to open, as you part your lips.

“a bj…” he begins as he pulls your head closer, tapping his cock on your tongue lightly. “is short for blowjob.” he coats your tongue in his pre-cum as you scrunch your hands into fists at your thighs. “is your boyfriend wanting one?” he asks, just looking at the way the white slips around your mouth before he pulls your head closer, your lips being moved to wrap around his head.

you try to speak around his cock, it twitching in your mouth at the vibrations, making him clench his jaw. “just shake your head or nod.” you nod. and that’s when his grip in your hair begins to slowly drag your lips up and down his cock. “hollow your cheeks” he instructs, as you try to do so, getting used to the feeling of a dick in your mouth.

“i don’t know why you’re not asking him, but i won’t ask any ‘invasive’ questions.” miguel says, his hips begin to slowly meet your mouth. you try to copy his movements. the up and down motion, that your head soon picks up. with his grip still in your hair, he notices the way you try to to take him deeper.

you’re soon choking, gagging around his head, as water pricks at your eyes. miguel could’ve warned you, told you about your gag reflex, but selfishly he wanted to see what you’d look like spluttering over his dick. “careful.” he mutters, not sounding very apologetic, as you glance up at him, his hips beginning to move a fraction faster.

miguel taps at your throat. “loosen up.” he says, as his hands pull your head further down, guiding your movements. you try and loosen your throat, having had to swallow all that extra spit. you meet his gaze, worried. but he just strokes your hair “gagging’s fine, cariño. you’ll get used to it.”

he pulls you completely onto him, your nose brushing his pubic hair. you then repeat those up and down movements, clenching your hands back into fists as you gag. “that’s it...” miguel hums, seemingly pleased. you can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, his tip practically tapping at the back of your throat.

with him stroking your hair, and holding the back of your neck, his abs tighten. he waits till the last second, your head obediently bobbing, before he pulls out, coating your suit-clad chest in white. you’re catching your breath, your cheeks stained in loose tears. miguel still pets your head, pushing the strands of hair out of your eyes, as he glances down at the mess he made, tilting your chin up. “does that…answer your question?”

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synthaphone · 2 months ago

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I love how Neopets draws water (ie. water PB pets) but when I try to copy them it always looks weird, do you have any advice on replicating it?

ooh, let me see- i've only ever tried to replicate it once, with the Water Centibyte:

my favorite water pets are the Kyrii and the Zafara, so those two were the ones I referenced most heavily when I was designing this!

I apologize in advance for not necessarily knowing how best to describe this, but in short, I think I'd recommend

laying down a base gradient for darker areas that you can then add hand-painted caustic detail over on a different layer

make extremities that you'd want to be clearly visible lighter/higher contrast (The Zafara and Kyrii both have lighter colored hands and feet, light colored tails and hair, and faces where you can make out the eyes and facial expression due to having contrasting areas of light and dark next to each other. I find it helpful sometimes to squint at what I'm working on to see if I can still roughly make out its shape, vs everything turning into a same colored blob)

consider keeping thinner pieces of a design like 'sheets' of hair lighter, and maybe visibly darker spots where you'd realistically 'see through' the sheet of water

Honestly I mostly was winging it + heavily referencing those two pets, but looking at irl photos of pools and ocean waves would probably be a good idea too- you can sort of build up a sense memory for how light interacts with water, that can make it easier to stylize or 'cheat' it.

If you want my long attempt to remember wtf my process was for the Centibyte in particular, i've put it under the cut :)

Water is a color that's pretty reliant on gradients, and where the shading and detail work on top of that base gradient really make it shine. Both of my reference pets have their darkest area around their neck and shoulders, and get lighter towards their extremities, so the first thing I did (after making my lineart edits to the hair to get the splashy effect, and recoloring the eyes to match the Kyrii and Zafara) was lay down some base gradients.

I believe i used the gradient tool first to establish main dark-to-light gradient from the head to the feet, and then later went in with a lasso tool to add smaller gradients to the ends of the arms, and probably used the soft brush to add that lighter marking to the face and to make the feet even lighter. (The belly marking I add later will cover up that jaggedy spot on the belly, so it didn't matter that it looks weird)

After that, I added simple gradients to the shell and belly markings too:

I have these on separate layers already, so it was relatively simple to lock the layers and throw more gradients over them.

After that I seem to have started to add stylized water caustic effects!

Note that I'm extremely inexperienced at painting or rendering water, so I was just sort of eyeballing how it looked on the two pets I was referencing, in addition to considering what looked good to me. I used a couple different low opacity multiply layers to do the darker markings on the body and the belly, and a 100% opaque normal layer to paint the lighter markings onto the feet (which also have a gradient on them, so that they'd match the gradient they were being drawn on top of)

After that I... seem to have just gone buckwild and started painting shit with the opaque hard brush.

I mimicked the hands on the Zafara being a less green shade of blue, and sort of gradiated that color out manually by painting on the lighter colors with a few blobby splashes and caustic patterns to make them feel blended. (I don't think anything I painted on these layers has an actual gradient, soft shading, or lowered opacity). I also added lighter outlines and a few bright white highlights to the arms, to give them that shiny jelly-like effect.

For the belly, I also just kind of went wild painting more caustic patterns- my main goal was feeling acceptably "watery" while also keeping the basic shape of the belly marking distinct from the background. The lighter blue marking in the middle of the belly (and at the bottom of it) is supposed to be underlighting that's reflecting back up.

For the lighter splashy 'hair' parts of the design, I tried to focus on getting the basic background colors in before worrying too much about where the highlights would go, knowing I could do those on a different layer afterwards. I tried to use the darkest blues at the spots where the curved hair shapes overlap each other, and also copied the head colors for the parts of the mohawk that would be thin and overlap the darker shell of the head.

I decided to sort of transition that darker shell part out 'early' instead of following it all the way through to that back antenna, so that the hair would stand out from the shell, and also because the antenna gets further away in perspective as it extends past the head.

Then I threw on a shadow layer for the shell, and then (confusingly) I made another layer on top where I added highlights AND obscured the last two segments of the tail and the knees with gradient layers. I think I felt that they didn't feel 'water' enough?

I added highlights and additional caustics for those elements on another layer afterward, with another opaque layer:

Then we have the spots and stripes markings + area specific colored lineart:

Aaaand some causticy-wavey lighting for the hair + blending of the head antennas into their hair, because it felt very abrupt for Water:

For the 'hair' highlights, I used a mix of pure white and very light blue- I probably could have made my life easier by doing a gradient on these areas, but for whatever reason I hand painted them. You'll notice in close ups that it can look a little sloppy, but if it looks decent at the size you intend the piece to be viewed at, this doesn't really matter.

And that's the finished piece! (identical to the one above, i just hid the refs)

No idea if this will be helpful, but I hope its at the very least interesting!! I viewed a lot of the more difficult Centibyte colors as challenges and puzzles to solve- its fun trying to reverse engineer very specific aesthetics I'd never tried to tackle before. I wish you luck and hope you have fun in the future with your watery neopets endeavors!!!

#neopets #centibyte #asks #water neopets #long post

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medullamindset · 7 months ago

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HUMPING LORIS IDK

Somnophilia, slight pain kink?(biting), reader is described to have hair and a vagina, no pronouns used.

Summary: grinding on Loris' bulge early in the morning, he asks u wat time it is. It's early, luv.. lemme get off :) Biting, bites him. <3 <3 <3

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Loris stirs as he feels a weight on top of him. It shifts, soft digits smoothing over his lean shoulders, scratching at his skin just right.

He knits his brows together in confusion, drowsily trying to open his eyes that are glued shut with sleep. He feels another sort of pressure further down, moving back and forth firmly over his clothed groin,.. Now hes awake, he scrunches his face together when the morning sun shines brightly in his face. He turns his head to the right and is met by a familiar scent tickling his nostrils, your shampoo.

"Y/n..?" He grunts, a big hand landing on your hip, gentle yet firm at the same time.. Wondering wtf is happening, but urging you to keep going..

"Mm?" You hum sweetly, a slight crack in your voice, unused til now. It vibrates against his neck. short, hot breaths settling under his skin.

"What time is it..?" He groans, half there, half not. The hand on your hip squeezing tenderly, fondling your flesh outta pure habit. You hum against his jawline, this time in pleasure.

"7:30. Its still early, Love.. Jus' couldn't wait for you t' wake up.." You mumble, Loris squints an eye open and is met with the sight of your unruly hair as you nuzzle right under his mandible. still grinding against his now, very prominent bulge, your arm snaking around his shoulder and behind his neck, hugging him closer as you let out a hoarse whine. He smiles adoringly, letting out a huff, a low groan rumbling in his chest, but not quite being heard due to the lack of use.

"M'kay.." He hums almost inaudibly, his free hand moving up to touch your hair, playing with the very tips as he lets out a shaky breath of his own, starting to feel really fuckin good as his senses crawl back to him.

You continue grinding up and down Loris' length, pitchy whines spinning in his head, tingling like a lullaby in his ears, a lullaby thats only for him, that only he can wind up.

The protuding veins running up and down Loris' cock creates the perfect friction for your clit through the soaked fabric. Your forehead thumps against his shoulder as you drag out a shy, pathetic mewl, the motion of your tired hips now growing more staggered the closer you get to orgasm.

Loris notices your struggle and bucks his hips into yours, groaning right into your ear. You whimper and scratch at the short hair at the nape of his neck, your cheek presses against his collarbone as you space out on his addams apple bobbing, whining below each breath. Your eyebrows knit together as Loris grabs your hip firmer and bucks against you again, quickly matching your erratic rythmn.

Your jaw falls open and is followed by a labored gasp. "Mmn-..Loris- baby 'm gunna.. Ah." You babble, earning a breathy chuckle from your lover in earnest. He holds you tighter, humping you harder as he feels his own climax approaching, focusing on making you cum first. Your eyes nearly roll back from the harshness of his thrusts. You turn your head, needing a way to ground yourself, you bite down right at the base of his neck.. Hard, but not hard enough to draw blood. Loris groans almost as pathetically as you, voice still gravelly with sleep. You whimper into his flesh, hips still moving in an odd, desparate pattern, clit catching on a very prominent vein every time.

The repeated motion eventually sends you skyrocketing towards orgasm, it's nothing dramatic.. Your body tenses up as you pant, you hold your breath as your legs shake and stomach flexes. Loris can feel your teeth imprinting on his skin, wet tongue peeking out to soothe the irritated flesh. The combination of the pain from the bite and your slippery tongue tips him over the edge, his head rolls back with a filthy groan as he cums, thick, white liquid shooting straight through the fabric of his briefs and pooling at the waistband, right below his stomach. He bucks up into you desparately, drawing out both your orgasm til you tremble above him with overstimulation. His pattern grows staggered and uneven as you both twitch and shake, movement slowly coming to a halt.

you kiss at the bitemark you gave him, feeling the divots as you lick over it again. "Sorry, baby." You mumble, smiling into his skin, your tone suggesting otherwise. He grins, letting out a huff of air before grabbing your jaw and making you look up at him, the hand that was previously on your hip is now gliding up and down your back, fingertips dancing across your skin ever so slightly. Loris smiles at you fondly, "sure." He says lowly, before kissing your chin, then your lips, squished together into a pout by his huge hand.

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Is this anything???!? Feedback is appreciated, im sorta new to writing 👃

#loris arcane x reader #arcane loris #loris arcane #loris x reader #arcane league of legends #arcane x reader #arcane s2

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theghoulboysblog · 11 months ago

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OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE FUCK AURORAAAA 😭😭😭 THIS IS SO CUTE GOOD GOD I AM SCREAMINGGGGG 😭🙏

I CANNOT BELIEVE I DIDN’T SEE THIS SOONER?!? I LOVE IT MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER KNOW 😭💛 THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST THING TO EVER BE DRAWN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 😭💛💛

that’s it, that’s the dynamic. we’ve done it again roo.

the ghoul girls are certainly posing in front of buildings and having sleepovers in haunted castles in another life. love that for us.

apologies for taking so long to answer this but i simply NEEDED to draw this!

anyways GHOUL GIRLS FOR LIFE BABYYYY

#hopefully I got your skin tone/hair colour right it's kinda hard to tell just from photos Imao ->#my eyes and hair are closer to black than brown and my skin is oh so slightly more tan BUT IT LITERALLY DOESN’T MATTER DUDE 💛💛💛#THE FACT THAT YOU DREW IT AT ALL MAKES ME HAPPY #IT LITERALLY LOOKS SO GOOD LIKE WTF?!?!?!?!?!#I know you love flowers so I gave you a flower pattern shirt :) ->#OH MY GODDD I FUCKING LOVE IT 😭😭😭💛#I’m gonna make this my entire personality for forever officially I’m gonna be INSUFFERABLE about this drawing #ITS SO FUCKING GORGEOUS 😭😭😭#ghoul girls! <3 #aly’s lovely moots!#AHHHHHHHHH

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kathlare · 8 months ago

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unspoken tension

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: While Lando is trying to decompress after the stressful Monza Grand Prix, his past with Magui resurfaces, causing awkwardness.

Wordcount: 1.5 k

Warnings: kinda sad, big argument, smau

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September 7th, 2024 - Lisbon, Portugal

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f1gossippage: Looks like Lando’s been keeping his romantic holiday on the down-low 👀✨, spotted with Magui Corceiro and friends Max Fewtrell & Pietra Pilao. 🏖️�� But... is this a new couple alert, or are we looking at some cheating drama brewing? 😬💔 Fans are buzzing with questions about his rumored split from Amelie Dayman, especially since Lando’s playboy vibes have always been a thing! 😏👀

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f1gossipaddict: Y’all remember when he was all about Amelie??

maxfan10: This man really can’t sit still, huh? 😂 One week it's Magui, the next it's Amelie 👀

f1gossiper69: Lando, you’re the KING of confusing us 😩👑 → f1fanatic99: @f1gossiper69 Playboys never stop playin'…😒

f1sleuth: Magui was a thing last year, and now she’s back? I’m confused! 😩🤔

ameliemysunshine: Please don’t do this to us, Lando 😭

f1papi87: Wait, Lando with Magui AGAIN? Did he and Amelie even BREAK UP or what? 💀 → f1fanatic25: @f1papi87 I’m lowkey starting to think it was just a PR stunt with Amelie… 🤔

f1fanaticx: Lando wtf, I thought you were with Amelie? 😳 → f1gossiper_101: Honestly same, this is so messy 😬

f1tea_queen: So is this the official breakup with Amelie? 😱👀

f1obsessed: Wait, Lando and Magui? Thought Amelie was the one he was all over 🤨

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Lando had always loved the solitude of his free weeks after the chaos of a Formula 1 race, and after the Italian Grand Prix in Monza, he felt an overwhelming need to get away, to breathe, to clear his head. So, he booked a last-minute flight to Portugal, an impromptu escape he hadn’t planned for, but that felt necessary.

When he arrived in Lisbon, he was met by his close friends: Max, Pietra, and, unexpectedly, Magui. Pietra had invited her. Lando, still trying to figure out how things had ended with her, hadn’t planned on seeing her again so soon. But there she was, sitting beside Max, flashing him a familiar smile.

It was awkward, but Lando pushed the feeling aside. This wasn’t supposed to be about her; this was his time to decompress after the stress of Monza. Still, he felt the strange pull of old memories when Magui laughed and teased Max in the same way she used to do with him. They spent the next few days lounging at the beach, going to quiet restaurants, and exploring the city. Pietra had been as lively and warm as ever, and Max had his usual sarcastic jokes that made Lando smile.

Lando tried his best to stay present, distracting himself with the sights and sounds of Lisbon, but the tension in the air was undeniable. He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that things were unsettled between him and Amelie. They hadn’t fought in weeks, and they were in a good place, or at least that’s what he thought. But the thought of telling her about Magui, even in passing, didn’t sit right with him. He didn’t want to add any unnecessary drama. This trip was supposed to be his time to recharge, a time to unwind, away from the expectations and pressures of his racing career.

He hadn’t planned on seeing Magui again, and certainly not on this trip. Pietra had insisted, and Max had been fine with it—Lando couldn’t blame them. But with each passing day, he found himself growing increasingly uncomfortable around her. He didn’t want to rehash their past, but Magui had a way of drawing him back into old patterns, old feelings, that he wasn’t ready to confront.

So, he made a choice: he wouldn’t tell Amelie. Not about Magui being there, not about the awkwardness of the whole thing. He didn’t want to cause unnecessary stress. Amelie had enough on her plate with filming, and he didn’t want to burden her with this.

Meanwhile, Amelie was having her own troubles. The filming for the last season of Stranger Things had been grueling. She was exhausted, but her mind kept drifting back to Lando. They’d been in a good place, or so she thought. But with every passing day, there was a sense of unease she couldn’t shake. Maybe it was the distance, the lack of communication. She hadn’t heard much from him lately, not like she used to.

It was during a rare break between scenes that she decided to check her Instagram. As soon as she opened the app, she saw it—one of those gossip pages had posted a picture of Lando, Max, Pietra, and, unmistakably, Magui. The caption speculated that the group’s getaway to Portugal looked like a couples’ vacation, hinting at a possible breakup between her and Lando or, worse, that he might be seeing Magui again.

Amelie’s stomach dropped. She couldn’t believe it. She quickly scrolled through the post, her fingers shaking. She didn’t want to believe what she was reading, but there it was. A picture of Lando laughing with Magui, as if everything was fine between them, as if their past never happened.

Her heart raced as anger flooded her chest. How could he not tell me? The question burned in her mind, and she didn’t care about the time difference or the fact that he was on vacation. She had to confront him, and she had to do it now.

Amelie quickly typed out a message, her fingers moving with force as she tried to control the fury building inside her.

Ames💛: What the hell is this, Lando? Why didn’t you tell me Magui was there?

She hit send before she could stop herself, watching the message disappear into the digital ether. The seconds ticked by slowly, but no response came. Her phone buzzed with more notifications, but none of them were from him. She tried calling, but he didn’t pick up. Another call, another unanswered ring.

Amelie’s frustration boiled over. She had never been the type to lash out without reason, but this felt like betrayal. She had trusted him. And this? This was the last straw.

After a few more attempts to reach him, her phone finally vibrated with a message from Lando.

Lan🧡: I’m sorry, Ames. I didn’t think it would be a big deal. I’ll call you later.

Amelie stared at the screen, the words burning her eyes. Didn’t think it would be a big deal? That’s what he thought? She felt a wave of disbelief and hurt. She quickly typed back, her hands trembling with anger.

Ames💛: Are you serious right now? You didn’t think it would be a big deal? You didn’t even bother telling me that you were with her? With the girl you used to fuck?

Lan🧡: I didn’t think it was relevant. It’s not like that anymore, Ames. You know that.

Amelie stared at the text for a moment, her fingers hovering over the screen, debating whether to respond. She felt a rush of emotions—anger, hurt, confusion—all piling on top of each other. How could he not see why this was such a big deal? How could he be so careless with her feelings?

Ames💛: You’re unbelievable, Lando. You didn’t think it was a big deal? After everything we’ve talked about, everything we’ve been through? And you thought it would be fine to not tell me she was there?

She paused, taking a deep breath. She knew she was getting worked up, but she couldn’t hold it in anymore. The hurt was too much.

Ames💛: You should’ve told me, Lando. But instead, you ignored me.

The phone in her hand vibrated again. She read the message, her heart sinking a little further.

Lan🧡: I’m not ignoring you. I didn’t think it was something you needed to know. Why are you making this such a big deal?

Lando had always been the type to bottle things up, to avoid confrontation, to pretend that everything was fine even when it wasn’t. So, when Amelie’s texts and calls began to flood in, he resisted. He didn’t want to deal with this now. Not when he was finally in a place where he could breathe, where he wasn’t suffocated by the weight of the F1 season. He didn’t want to admit that his attempt at an innocent break had turned into something else—something messy.

His phone buzzed again.

Ames💛: Why am I making this a big deal? Really? I trusted you, Lando. I trusted you to be honest with me. But now? Now you’ve left me in the dark about something that feels huge. And you don’t even care.

Lando ran a hand through his hair, frustrated, but deep down he knew it wasn’t fair to dismiss her feelings like this. She had every right to be upset. He sighed, finally realizing he couldn’t keep avoiding it. Not anymore.

He called her.

It rang. Once. Twice. Three times.

—Pick up, Ames,— he muttered under his breath, growing anxious. When the voicemail kicked in, he hung up quickly.

Another minute passed. His phone buzzed once again. This time, it was a long message from Amelie.

Ames💛: I trusted you, Lando. And you went and pulled this shit? I don’t even know what’s going on with you anymore. You're acting like I’m overreacting when I feel like you’re the one who’s being shady. Is this what we are now? Am I just another girl who doesn’t matter to you?

Lando stared at the message, his stomach tightening as he read Amelie’s words. He didn’t know what to say, what to do. Every instinct told him to call her back, to apologize, to make it right. But the frustration was eating away at him. He didn’t understand why she was making such a big deal about this. It was just a trip with friends—why was she reacting like this?

He dialed her number again, the ringing tone echoing in his ear. When she finally picked up, he could hear the tension in her voice.

—Why didn’t you tell me, Lando?— Amelie’s voice was sharp, brittle, barely holding it together.

—I didn’t think it was necessary,— Lando said, trying to keep his tone calm. —It’s not like I was doing anything wrong. It was just a trip. Nothing happened.—

—Nothing happened?— Amelie’s voice wavered, her frustration bubbling over. —You’re telling me that everything is fine when you're hanging out with her? The girl you were with before me? How am I supposed to believe that? You didn’t even bother to mention it to me. Why? Because it’s not a big deal? Because it’s just nothing to you?—

Lando clenched his jaw, his pulse quickening as he struggled to maintain control of his emotions. He didn’t understand why Amelie was making this such a big deal. Why couldn’t she just trust him?

—You’re making this sound worse than it is, Ames. It was nothing. I didn’t think I needed to explain every little thing to you.— Lando’s voice was tight, his frustration seeping through.

—Of course it’s a big deal!— Amelie snapped, her voice rising. —You went on a trip with your ex, Lando. Your ex. How the hell am I supposed to just brush that off like it's nothing? You should’ve told me. I shouldn’t have found out through some stupid gossip page! And you’re not even apologizing. You just...You just don’t get it, do you?—

Lando’s breath caught in his throat, the tension in his chest tightening with each word she threw at him. He had never been good with confrontation, and now it felt like they were spiraling, each sentence pushing them further apart.

—I don’t get it?— Lando’s voice became colder, the anger in his chest rising. —You’re overreacting, Amelie. It wasn’t a big deal. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. But now you’re acting like I’m some kind of fucking villain because of something that wasn’t even on my radar. Get over it. You’re acting like a child. Just... Just calm the fuck down.—

Amelie’s face flushed with rage. The words hit her like a slap, and she could feel the tears of frustration pricking at her eyes. But she wasn’t going to let him see her break. Not like this.

—You don’t get to talk to me like that, Lando. I’m not overreacting. You just don’t give a shit about how I feel. You’re so selfish, so wrapped up in your own fucking world that you can’t see how hurt I am right now. You’re really going to tell me I’m the one acting like a child?— she yelled, her voice breaking with emotion.

Lando’s breathing became heavy, his voice barely contained.

—You don’t trust me. That’s the problem, isn’t it? It’s like you think I’m always going to fuck up. You can’t even give me the benefit of the doubt anymore. And now you’re questioning everything. Why the hell are you making this my fault, when you’re the one who doesn’t trust me to begin with?—

—Oh, so now it’s my fault?— Amelie’s voice cracked, but she didn’t care. She was beyond holding back. —You went on a trip with your ex, Lando. Don’t try to turn this on me! You lied by omission. You didn’t even give me the decency of being honest about it! And now you’re making me feel crazy for being upset about it? No. Fuck that. I don’t deserve this. I deserve better than you. Better than someone who can’t even communicate properly!—

The silence on the other end of the line stretched, the air thick with tension.

Lando’s jaw clenched again, his grip on the phone tightening as if it could somehow contain the storm of emotions inside him. His heart was racing, his mind swirling with frustration. He didn’t want to hurt her, but the words spilled out before he could stop them.

—You’re right. You deserve better. You deserve someone who doesn’t have a fucking life outside of you. Someone who doesn’t need their space or time away. You want me to be perfect, Amelie? Fine. But don’t act like I owe you every detail of my life. I didn’t cheat on you, did I? So why are you acting like I did? I’m sick of it.—

The words cut through Amelie like a knife. She felt as though the ground had been ripped out from under her. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Her chest tightened as the realization hit: Lando wasn’t listening. He wasn’t hearing her pain, her insecurities. He wasn’t even trying to understand why this mattered so much. He was just angry. And that anger— his anger— made her feel small, insignificant.

With tears threatening to spill, Amelie took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she gripped the phone. Her voice, when she spoke, was barely above a whisper, but it held a venomous edge.

—Fuck you, Lando.—

And before he could respond, she ended the call.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Amelie sank onto the bed, burying her face in her hands as the tears finally fell. Her chest ached with the weight of it all, the hurt and the disappointment mingling in a way she couldn’t escape. She had trusted him. She had tried to be patient, to understand. But now, she couldn’t even recognize the person on the other end of the phone anymore.

Lando, too, stood frozen, his phone still pressed to his ear. The last words Amelie had said to him echoed in his mind: fuck you. He felt a sickening knot in his stomach, but instead of guilt, all he felt was anger—toward her for accusing him, for questioning him. He wanted to call her back, to explain, to fix things. But the sting of her words—of her rejection—kept him from doing so.

He dropped the phone onto the bed and ran a hand through his hair, frustrated, lost, and unsure of how to move forward.

#f1 fluff #lando norris #lando norris fluff #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #lando norris fanfic #lando x reader #f1 #f1 smau #formula 1 #lando fluff #lando x you #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic #formula one

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mona-risms · 17 days ago

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I'm not sure if you'd like reader as Celine's s/o. She's not actually in this, just mentioned. I need her for plot+excuse for why reader is around as much as they are.

Being Rumi's other parental figure. See- Because Celine so subtly engraved Rumi's hatred for her own body, imagine if she'd had someone who would always fiercely counter that idea growing up, you. Celine's own s/o.💀 It most likely wouldn't spare her the insecurity, but it may have not been as bad as it was by the time she reached where she was in the movie.

Baby Rumi off-handedly: "Celine said one day I won't be cursed anymore when I make the golden honmoon :D" *holding up a crudely drawn picture of her with and without her patterns.*

Reader: "...She what—Cursed?" (Take that drawing from her NOW 😭)

Rumi: "Yeah, my marks'll go away!"

Reader: *I'm gonna chew that woman's head off—* "Baby, you're not cursed, and neither are those marks. They're part of who you are."

Rumi: "But Celine said-"

Reader: "Never mind what Celine said. Alright, here's a question: Do you want to be mean to people?"

Rumi: "NO ☹️ that's gonna make them sad, I don't wanna make people sad!"

Reader: "See? You're perfectly fine the way you are. Demon patterns or not, they don't change who you are in here," *pointing at her heart.* "Demon doesn't automatically equal bad, you're not a bad person, and you're half demon, alright?"

Rumi: *Buffering loading symbol above her head.* "Okaay... I don't like being half demon though."

Reader: "Well you didn't choose it, and you're not better or worse for it. Your parents don't define who you are, your choices do. So choose good."

Rumi: "Okay!" *going back to drawing while she deadass forgets that whole conversation bc she's four or something.*

MY SHAYLAAA. I WISH SHE HAD A BETTER PARENT FIGURE. Literally went full mama bear mode when Celine was fr staring at distressed Rumi and just not listening to what was being said to her.

DIE. YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO WRITE ALLAT NOOOOOOO RUMI BABY :(

Honestly if Celine's not gonna take care of her properly then we may as well 😒 LIKE okay real talk I hate kids, right, but even I'd be like "wtf" with the way Celine essentially made her grow up with such insecurities hello??? I'd smack the living SHIT outta her idc if she's battle-trained!!!!!

Rumi would see you as like the nicer parent between you and Celine and she may genuinely even go to you for whenever everything eats at her too much ☹️☹️☹️ and especially whenever Mira and Zoey try to invite her our to like bathhouses or anything that may show off her patterns ☹️☹️☹️☹️ bc it's like. She's not gonna go, as much as she wants to, but she still feels so left out bc of it so she goes to the person that knows that she has patterns but accepts her anyway. She'd DEFINITELY end up in a better place than whatever tf's going on now bc even if she still thinks she's a monster or a mistake, at least she knows she isn't really completely alone

Methinks it'd still hurt like hell though, thanks to Celine's constant. Thing. Like at some point she'd have to wonder like why is it only just you that accepts her for who she is? Why can't anyone else? Mira and Zoey would understand right? Bc she didn't ask to be born like this. It just kinda spirals either way god I feel so bad for this girl

Imagine the whole scene w Celine happens as well, except you end up witnessing it and Rumi's absolute State. And when she sees that you don't even try to walk away—in fact, if you even start walking towards her without reservation bc that is YOUR KID not a fucking monster—she might break down and end up running to you despite Celine's shouts to hug you in tears bc she just. She just got force-revealed, her two best friends turned on her bc of the surprise realisation, Jinu betrayed her ass, and now one of her parental figures can't even look at her in the eye :(. She'll teleport off to the Tower after but :((((( please god I need her taken care of this woman deals w so much ☹️☹️☹️

#mona's appetisers...#by god i do NOT know how to tag this #kdh rumi #rumi kpdh #kpop demon hunters imagines #kpop demon hunters #kdh imagines #kdh #huntrix imagines #huntr/x imagines #IT FEELS WEIRD TO TAG IT AS ANYTHING ELSE

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alllgator-blood · 1 year ago

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I have ten billion WIP sketches I need to finish, but for some reason I stayed up from 9 PM to 4 AM conceptualizing, making patterns, sewing, painting and applying makeup on this stupid fucking felt squid......the detailing needs to be cleaned up cause there's only one coat of paint so far, but he's pretty much done

my neighbors probably think I'm insane because I was running around the yard clenching this toy kallamar in a death grip and flying him around like an airplane/putting him in the barbecue/poking him with a stick. I want to tie him to a string and recreate the opening of napoleon dynamite >:) ALSO I MADE HIM SMOKE OUT OF A STUPID CRYSTAL PIPE BUT PLEASE DON'T ACTUALLY USE THOSE, THEY ARE SUPER TOXIC LMAO MINE IS FOR DECORATION

I don't have any process pics because I had tunnel vision autism style and forgot the rest of the universe existed while I was working on him. BUT if you're curious I'll ramble below the cut

Okay I am not a seamstress by any means. I've sewn my entire life but very, very infrequently. I've done plushies, clothes, cosplays, fursuits, accessories, etc. but I only do one like once a year, so while I planned to make all 5 bishops, I'm not really sure I'll get them all done. The material cost was like 20 bucks tops so I'm not too upset if I don't finish them. I AT LEAST WANT TO GET SHAMURA OR HEKET DONE.

here is the concept sketch ft. heket's toes and shamura's fingers. I decided to do his pre-schism version so I could fit him with jewelry! I did him first because like I said I sew infrequently and don't know wtf I'm doing, everyone else seemed a lot more complicated.

So I basically just traced this drawing on a printer paper-sized canvas in SAI, and guesstimated how everything would look in a 3D space. His head is four pieces, one triangle identical to the one in the picture, two wide triangles that are sewn together in the back, and a circle for his chin. You can't really see it in any of the pics but he's literally like a black cylindrical stick with little tentacles sewn on where his mantle connects to his cloak. The leg tentacles are one piece of felt that look like tassels, where they're connected by a rectangle but branch off into individual pieces. He can't stand up very well, so his cape keeps him up (that's gonna be an issue for every other bishop too except heket cause she's gonna be ROUND). Mostly everything like the crown, cloak, head, etc. are cones so I just had to make a lot of wide triangles.

For the details, I just used acrylic paint that was watered down so he's not especially crunchy, and for the blush tone I used a makeup palette my mom bought me 10 years ago in hopes I'd get in touch with my "feminine side", but I grew up into a nonbinary butch lesbian so OOPS. Kallamar looks better with makeup than me anyway. I'm kinda sad I couldn't get his freckles as lopsided as I draw them but it probably looks better in plush form to have them even anyway....

I could just post the pattern so I don't have to explain this but 1. I am mentally ill about the thought of my kallamar being in someone else's house and 2. the original pattern had to be tweaked while I was working on him so the final pattern straight up doesn't exist, I winged it the whole time

OH and the jewelry is just scrap pieces I had laying around, I might repaint it all to be gold instead of silver + bronze. I used 20g aluminum wire for his armlet thing, jumper rings for his earrings + ring (+ a diamond dot from my mom's kits for the gem) and chain for the bracelet. I made him an amulet as well but it felt like overkill so I took it off. I'm probably gonna make him a plague doctor mask and medicine bag sometime because I think about nurse kallamar more than I probably should :') I've already sewn one as a prop for a toy raven before so it shouldn't be too hard

#cult of the lamb #cotl #kallamar #plushie #felt craft #does this count as a plush or is it like a doll idfk #I just make shit because I feel like it not cause I can categorize it in any way #drug cw #ONLY CAUSE OF THE REAL PIPE #THERE IS NO ACTUAL DRUG USE HAPPENING

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fisheito · 1 month ago

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Today's topic is:

-bithc i 'm gonna kilg him

yaku and rei wear the same eyeliner. maybe not the exact same pencil, because of hygiene reasons, but certainly MATCHING eyeliner. rei is teaching yakumo how to wear eye makeup.

i even checked the other two to make sure it wasn't an "everyone gets red eye makeup as an Artistic Decision"

just some happy reflected light in garu's eyes, and quincy? that's All-Natural Depression Brand eyebags, baybeieee!!!!

wait, if the red glow on garu's eyes is just a lighting effect,... and it looks similar to rei's............

no, you know what? rei and yaku share the SAME physical eyeliner now. if yakumo can have shower sex in a public bathroom stall!!BAREFOOT! and not get foot fungus, he's immune to everything. they are passing the pencil between each other. Father applied it onto both of them before this photo.

my hungry brain thought this was a carrot. :(.

the detail on the EYES!! the STITCHING! the artist didn't have to add the TEXTURE of the thing because. you know. fictional 2D men. BUT NO!!! THAT'SSOME REAL THREAD RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!!!!

GOTDAMB YAKUMO HANDSTICTTCHING THE ENTIRE CUTE LITTLE FACE AND EMBROIDERING THE. EEVRYTHING

i doubt he got fabric with those kitty spots already on it. he must have handpainted or stitched or...SOMETHING those patterns onto the base fabric.

AND it's TWO TONED with the white belly and underside of the paws

AND THE WIDDLE CLAWS

insane seamstress powers

if garu made that meat block, then he's pretty DAMNNABLYT good at sewing too

clean seams!!! and some juicy decor, for the texture of the flesh! AND the shape of the bone! wow! puppy's handy with a needle too!!

i cooooould imagine that someone else sewed the meat charm and gave it to garu, but why would i think that,,,

when i can imagine garu ALSO being adept at arts AND crafts. he can draw AND make cute plushies.

Garu, coming to an artist alley near u!!!!!!!!

quincy's handiwork also lookin pretty clean.

is it artist simplification of objects in the background, or is it a genuine representation of that character's ability to sew evenly? WE'LL NEVER KNOW! but i'm treating it as the latter!!

possibly hand-painted topper blush. cute and round. non lopsided ears. once again, hands with Experience

and here is where we get more HOMELY

i doubt that rei's bad with needles. man is injecting himself with substances at least once a day (hypothesis)

but he's also not gonna be a neat freak and put 4000% effort into a project like this just for fun. he'll join in the escapades but who cares about the Professional Sellable Quality of his final Father scent powder orb?

even if the stitches are more visible than the others, they're even. that's more than i can accomplish. THUS, rei has skillz but is simply not that invested

he is MORE invested in seeing the wolf pup have a fun time

:') soft expression

and now, back to my first point:

case in point:

wtf you mean he just SMILING. and CONTENT. and RELAXED? not an inkling of ancxieity for once. just staring down happily at his eiden-assigned fursona ball. did all the clan members get together and discuss what eiden's fursona was? how did they come to consensus? when did yakumo start sewing emotional support plush avatars of his crush? (during Feast of Roses, porobably)

hehe. i like it when Father is relaxed in a pic. he's not flying in front of any of his children to preserve their Clothed Primness. he's not getting actively bothered by overenthusiastic Other children. he is not pecking at eiden for getting too close to his treasure hoard. he is simply squeezing the presented Meat. Quality Assurance. sharing in the act of crafty creation with Sweet Puppy. talons are NOT out (more than necessary).

wait a minute.

is that a pectoral? wtf? ARENT YOU SUPPOSED TO BE CONCAVE? FLAT AS A BOARD? GET OUTTA HERE WITH YOUR EXISTING MUSCLE GROUP AND A WAY TOO TIGHT---

i wonder what room they're in. it's really nice. so peaceful with the bundles of flowers hung up, too. it's giving me the ambience of that atrium where they locked all the bottoms up in suits that one time. those two times? looks like they finally let the tops have some sunlight. good. they need to mingle

I HATE YOUR EDGY SKELETON 3D PAINTED SPINE ART DID YOU PAINT IT YOURSELF? SNAKEY BRUSH-WIELDINGWHORE.....................

i wonder if there's a reason why both charms have a blue rope. is it the only colour they have available? is it blue for eiden? are they all going to attach blue ropes to their charms and gift them to eiden? quincy and rei aren't finished yet (old timers moving more leisurely), so i don't know what colour they're gonna use.

yeah i'm gonna pretend they're all going to eiden. eidenblue ribbons everywhere. but they're the same as the garublue in this pic. . ................. WHATEVER,,,,,, garu belongs to eiden (master) so they can share the blue. EIDENblue coded gifts for EVERYEONE!!!!!

#what do i tag this as.#i'm looking at pictures i guess #maybe one day we can see them in an actual dragon boat #who wants to play the drums #.who wants to get roasted in the sun #who wants to get the MEGA ARM WORKOUT IN SYNC WITH THEIR COMRADES??????#dude it's just gonna be quincy carrying the whole tea.m.#no wait. quincy and dante carrying the team.#NOWAIT. QUINCY AND DANTE ON OPPOSING TEAMS #boat v boat!!! RACE FOR YOUR LIVES!#who's equivalent to olivine. mmmm..... maybe blade. ok. those two can be in the next seat #THEN who's next... edmond? is all his power stored in his thighs? surely not. . ? who can match with garu. who is overall strongk #or maybe karu. karu wants to race for glory and prestige. but CAN HE SYNC UP WITH EVERYONE ELSE...#mumble mumble.......... who on what team.... this is dik event but LIZARD KING BOAT #hey. can we make yakumo the boat.#just stretch him out and carve out his insides. install some ergonomic benches. i swear it'll only take a second

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