#slipwave

[blown-blooms]

Some miscellaneous doodles I liked ft. A whole lotta Slipstream and a bit of Slipwave

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cuteness to make green happy shoosh don't tell her

It's late morning, and neither of them have moved.

Sephora lays on her back, arms propped up behind her head, as Sullivan literally stuffs his face into the pillow he's had in a headlock for the past few hours.

She glances down at herself, a pair of almost terrifyingly short shorts and a loose sports bra cover her body, and Sullivan has a pair of freshly bought boxers (courtesy of her, if he could help it he would probably be wearing the same boxers for a year).

His back is bare to the world.

Really just her, and that was perfectly fine.

Personality wise, Sullivan wasn't the cream of the crop, but his body was like a statue's, sculpted and formed in just the right way. To her disappointment, the eighth wonder of the world was not hand crafted only for her, but for work. A job that was essential to the city and to others, and a great bonus to the woman who got to stare at him for the whole three minutes he was home each day.

Her manicured fingers were messing with the lumps of fat on her chest, and the fabric that surrounded them, the hazy air keeping anything from getting too physical. 

"You know," His tired voice comes out of nowhere, and almost startles her, if not for it's lazy tone. "they look pretty good from here, you don't have to mess with them." One gray eye peeks up at her, as the other one is smothered into the pillow below him.

She gives a dramatic sigh before rolling onto her side to stare him down. Raising a trimmed and elegantly curved eyebrow , Sephora hummed in disagreement.

"Aw, babe, I thought me messing with them would be something you like." It takes him a moment, but Sulli's face turns a subtle hint of red when he gets what he was aiming at.

There's a silence between them as her boyfriend glances from her searing purple gaze to her chest and back again. She only smiles at him and giggles a bit, finding his reaction to be quite the show.

"Uhm, what? Huh?" He questions, the nerves in his voice taking over.

"My boobs, you idiot. You and your magic CIA training and you don't know what the hell these things are?" Just for her own entertainment she grabs her breasts, laughing when he buries his face into the pillow.

"Sephora Fuge, don't tempt me." He warns, his voice growing lower, something smoother, and warm flush all over her body heightens after he raises his head and stares her down, gray eyes making it out to seem like she is his prey instead of a lover, and Seph doesn't mind it at all.

"Oh I will." She winks at him, a wide grin spreading over her lips. "It's my job, after all, as your regular sex partner."

His face is priceless again, and he obviously did not want to talk about sex or anything of the sort so blatantly in the lazy morning. She wasn't complaining, after all, the redness on his cheeks brings sweet laughter to her lips.

Sephora gives another dramatic sigh, pouting as she rolls over so her back faces the very flustered man laying beside her. Not thirty seconds passes before she feels his hand snake around her waist and pull her, butt first, into him. He squeezes her, and they both ring out into soft laughter, Sulli burying his nose into the back of her neck, while she tries to sneak cold toes down his legs.

Either way the two of them decide to stay like that, and it's long into the afternoon before either of them decide it's worth it to go out and scavenge the kitchen for food.

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apocalypse au. one word: pain in the form of writing

She tells herself it's fine.

That it's normal now.

It's normal to put a knife through someone's skull. After the world went to shit everything pretty much feel apart. Governments, corporations, and especially morals.

Sullivan had only stepped out to speak to people in the camp, two fat white guys, and Seph was almost positive he could handle it but obviously the two fat fucking hillbillies were easily underestimated.

Soon Sullivan was wrestling with them, and Sephora was peeking out from behind a tree, as one of the large men was disarmed and then subsequently thrown to the ground, unconscious.

That was when it all went done. The man now holding a gun to her boyfriend was standing just in front of her hiding spot, the back of his neck made of folds of disgusting old skin. Too far away to immediately disarm the man with a quick side step and tapping the gun in the opposite direction. 

"I'm gonna shoot! Rickie! Rickie get up I'm gonna shoot the bastard!" The voice that left the ugly man's throught was jsut as hideous as his face, and enraged her even more, slipping the knife out of her pocket and gripping it firmly.

She looses focus for the rest, and the only emotion she feels when she jumps forward and slams the knife into a barely hairy skull. 

The man slumps to the ground, any signals going to his brain from his body are cut off as the knife goes through his brain stem. Pulling the bloodied weapon out of the dying(or dead) man, Sephora glanced up at her boyfriend, who was also wide-eyed, but not accusing, only a hint of nervousness and worry.

"Seph-"

"I killed him."

Sulli lets out a shaky breath. "I know."

Soon the adrenaline fades away and her entire body breaks down, and Sulli is barely fast enough to catch her in time as she drops to her knees.

"I killed him, Sulli. I killed him." She knows he's done the same thing, even before the apocalypse, it kind of came with the job description, being a cop and all. Sometimes things happened, and Sullivan had to get over it, just as Sephora would have to.

She tucks her head into his neck, and her shoulders shake, but he doesn't move, only waits until her sobs stop and breathes methodically.

"It's okay Seph, everything's okay." He whispered, feeling the wetness of her tears on his already dirty shirt.

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chondrichthyessir seph is totes a red wolf and sulli is totes just a boring gray wolf bc i dunno?? they're pretty big i guess. i think that red wolves are fairly smaller so i would think that fits.

but like.....coloring for sulli? i would think to make him just a black wolf, or should he be just a dark gray

[estevnys]

9. for any ship you want to do :3 (if you even want to do one)

slipwave throat kiss holla~

It's a quiet Sunday afternoon and Sullivan already wants to throw himself off a roof.

Piles of paperwork are still stacked on his desk back at the office and the dark bags under his eyes give away the fact he's been up all night. When he steps into his apartment Seph's eating cereal in one of his old pajama shirts and brightly colored panties as usual. He solemnly remembers her saying something about a gig tonight, but that doesn't bother him as his tired eyes flicker to the TV. 

A flash of fangs and he knows she's watching that werewolf show, even though it's for girls half her age to ogle at good looking men without any clothes on.

Though one guy kind of looks at like him, and he can't help but growl when she talks about how handsome he is, his jealous side poking out for just a moment before she climbs all over him and reassures him he's all she needs.

"Morning babe." She puts the porcelain cereal bowl down and turns to face him, smiling softly. "Long night?"

All Sullivan does is arch one eyebrow and she knows. 

She bites her body lip and suddenly he's a lot more awake. Moving, well, really, sashaying towards him and pulling the loose tie he usually wears on the job and he obeys, but is stopped short when Seph doesn't kiss him on the lips, and instead goes for his throat, teeth and tongue running over the stubble there. 

When she finally decides to stop slobbering over his neck, (It's pretty hot, he'll give her that) she pulls away, smirking, proud of the bruise he may or may not have to hide tomorrow. 

Considering it's July, he's not a fan of wearing a turtleneck or a scarf to work. If he doesn't Alice will make fun of him. All. Day. 

And it's not exactly fun being made fun of by a lady who has three tarantulas for pets.

"Off to bed, now, officer, you look like you just got hit by a train." She pushes him off towards his bedroom, and he just grins at her.

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apocalypse au because i can

"I actually miss everyone." Seph states randomly as they're curled up beside each other, in so random house in some random town. But it all looks the same. Everything is desolate. Everything is deserted.

Sullivan cocks on eyebrow at this, his palm pushing her shirt up to cover her stomach, and hums at the warmth and wiggles slightly, her hair tickling his nose. "Really? I mean, who?" 

Sephora shrugs, staring at the scarred, crumbling wall to the right of them. Their nest of blankets surrounds them, but she can see just over the pine green one piled up beside her. Without her bright purple contacts her eyes are a dull green, with hints of gray and amber speckled within. Recently Sulli's noticed the fire in them go away. She hasn't been the same.

No one has.

"I miss my brothers. I miss arguing with them. I don't know. I want everything going back to normal."

Sulli sighs against her neck, and the skin there almost seems to ripple. He presses his nose to the same spot, but still Seph doesn't move. She's perfectly still now. 

And then like some type of big cat she gracefully moves from their pile of blankets and pillows and to a standing position. He lets his eyes run across her. No, not leering. Assessing. His mother used to say that he had a mind like a super computer, and truthfully he did. Her posture was subdued, sad, shoulders low and her once styled hair was just in a high ponytail.

"Come one." She says, and puts a hand out. "We better get going." She brushes herself off and turns away, throwing on a pair of ugly brown yoga pants and a camo top. It wasn't exactly the most stylish outfit, but it hid them from anything trying to hunt them on their endless treks through the woods.

"And put a shirt on!" She called from the other room of the ruined house, and grinning over her shoulder.

veryviridis

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15

Highschool/Collge AU: slipwave

"Soooooo, I assume the answer is going to be 'Sorry, Seph, gotta study', but I'll ask anyway. Are you coming to my party or am I going to have to plant images of me and Mecer snogging all night in your mind to get you to come and be all protective?" Sephora raised an eyebrow, a smirk sneaking it's way up her thin lips. She leaned against the locker next to Sullivan's, obnoxiously short t-shirt revealing her pieced belly button.

"You know I have to study, Seph." The short but sweet smile he sends her way sends butterflies diving into her stomach.

Sephora bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, frowning and tugging gently on the hem of his shirt.

"Oh come on. You always have to study! Lets party, have some fun. Get a little friskaaaayyy." With the last word she wiggles a bit, stepping between him and his locker.

"Sephora," He places gentle hands on her hips, leaning in to planting a sweet kiss on her forehead that practically sends her into a swoon right then and there. "we all have a huge English paper due tomorrow, and both of us should be working on it."

Seph wiggles again, this time in protest to his statement. "Pleeeaasseeeee." Sulli tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, another confused grin coming into play. 

Before he knows it, though, he's pulled into a rough kiss, and at first his eyes are wide in surprise, but after remembering the familiar shape and feel of Sephora's mouth he calms, pulling her into a hug by the small of her back.

A few seconds pass and she pulls away, squealing with delight. "God you're handsome! Whew! Mr. White, you've gone and gotten me all excited now! If you're not at that party, I will have to find someone else to satisfy my womanly urges tonight." 

Seph pats him on the chest, grinning like a madwoman, and hurries off across the school, to where Sullivan has no idea. He just rubs his neck in confusion and wonders what the hell he's going to do with her.

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sephora and sullivan cuddling (◡‿◡✿)

sephora and sullivan making out (◡‿◡✿)

SEPHORA AND SULLIVAN DOIN THE DO (ʘ‿ʘ✿)