#anyway i think. trying to figure out his outfits (and making changes) made it so i took twice as long to draw his compared to sans' LMAO

[dcxdpdabbles]

Hi!

If you’re still doing these asks, do you mind maybe adding a part 5 to Passion for Fashion?

I would love to see how Danny and Red Robin’s impromptu date goes and Constantine’s reaction to all this.

And poor Killer Croc is so confused and uncomfortable around the twins, oh and not to forget Dan’s inner turmoil over losing a love interest because his body no longer matches his mental and spiritual age😂

I’d also love to see the reactions of the rest of the Batfam to Tim going on a date and their reaction to Dan’s flirting with Croc.

Your request came in after I had already written most of Part 5, but I hope I can include most of what you asked for in it and make it up with another Part of the Au for you.

Danny strutted down the runway, fighting to keep his gaze straight ahead as various flashes from cameras went off.

He mentally went through his checklist of proper catwalk tips that he watched the other day—or, more accurately, Dan forced him to watch from some free video website—ensuring his hands were relaxed, long strides were made, and his shoulders were firm but not stiff.

This was the contest's second round, with Tim Drake proposing the "Gotham Aesthetic" as the theme and challenge. Apparently, the teenage CEO spent most of his childhood taking photos of the city and wanted others to appreciate the architecture of the aged town.

There was no kidnapping attempt this time, and the contest was back on schedule. However, there was a delay because some of the models had dropped out after they were nearly sold (Dan called them cowards, but Danny personally thought they were wise to do so). Hence, fashion designers had to scramble for someone new or forfeit their position in the contest, allowing some eliminated to take their place.

It took nearly four weeks to confirm that the same designers were staying but would need to remake or adjust their outfits. Thankfully, Wayne Amature Fashion Show was more than willing to offer them time.

Dan had already made Danny's outfit but figured he would remake it anyway. Once completed, new designs were crafted, adjusted, and flung into an idea box. He created so many it was as if Dan were a man possessed (Pun intended).

Danny needed to figure out how much fabric he was going through, but sometimes, he had to remind the other to sleep, eat, and shower. It seemed the other kept forgetting he was human now and needed to do these things for his health and Danny's poor nose.

Dan also seemed obsessed with exploring new parts of Gotham just to take pictures of buildings to get "inspiration." Danny went with him as he had nothing better to do, and the pair made an unlikely duo.

Both got stares in the streets—Danny for strutting around Gotham wearing some of Dan's regretted challenge outfits in an effort to learn to catwalk in them and Dan for dressing as close to the homeless as he could. For all that Dan could make amazing pieces of fashion, the man only filled his own closet with mismatched joggers and pajamas.

Danny had to force him back to change at one point since Dan had intended to walk around in a bathrobe- with shorts and stained short sleeves underneath it. He drew the line on bathrobes.

It was so embarrassing to be gawked at all the time that Danny could not help but wish Dan would try just a little. This was somewhat worse than when he was alone because at least then he knew it was just how stupid and awkward he looked in the outfits.

Now, he just felt subconscious about trying too hard compared to Dan.

"Relax, kid," The other scoffed, snapping a picture of the Brown Bridge. "By the time you're my age, you honestly stop caring about what other people think, so long as you like how you look."

"Can't you at least comb your hair?"

"I forgot how to do that."

Danny snaps his head in his direction, blinking owlishly "What?"

Dan shrugs. "My hair was fire for a literal decade, brat. How was I supposed to comb it?"

"Oh," Danny supposes, that makes sense. After all, Dan was more ghost than human at that point, driven mad by his grief and a colossal monster. He sort of forgot that. "Do you want me to show you how?"

"Ew. No. Too much work. Humans are so high maintenance." Dan rolled his eyes and shifted his tone into a mocking one. Comb your hair, change your clothes, take a bath."

"You smell like shit, Dan."

"You look like shit!"

"We have the same face!"

"It's better on me!"

Their public arguments also attract lots of stares. Danny would feel embarrassed by them if he wasn't so busy bickering with Dan as they moved about.

Ultimately, Dan had made his outfits formal steampunk during the break. Danny wished he had stayed with the Dark Academia idea because he felt he was walking around in a costume instead of clothes.

Dan told him that it felt too basic to go with Dark Academia since, now that he saw more of Gotham, he thought it better represent the city as a whole instead of the elites of Gotham. Danny debated with him until he agreed to make two of the four outfits- meant to represent all four seasons of Gotham's beauty or something stupid like that- to be dark academia.

Danny nears the end of the runway, stopping right before the judges to strike his pose. His eyes never leave the center decorative flower in the far back, but he makes sure to slowly turn his head as if he is gazing at the crowd.

There are gasps as he pulls off his tophat in a twirl to hide the way he presses the button on his hip. At once, his pants and sleeves light up in the gentle glow of the Brown Bridge's famous historic lampost show. It's no brighter than his ghost glow, but it makes him look like a vision, especially when he puts the hat back on with a mysterious curl of his lips.

Danny practiced that move for weeks—even when it made him cringe—and he is happy to have pulled it off successfully as he twists around and struts away. The Brown Bridge only lights its lanterns in the winter, so this hits a true Gotham native here for the seasonal challenge portion.

With his superhearing, he manages to catch Tim Drake-Wayne's dreamy sigh. Danny fights the urge to fist bump. If they impressed the special judge so much, then they just guaranteed their spot in the next round.

Each round meant they were closer to completing the mission. Since it's been practically impossible to find Batman—even when the man was running around dressed like a giant bat—this was their best bet.

Once he's backstage, he rushes to Dan's area, already ripping off most of his outfit for the last piece. Spring dark academia vaguely reminded him of rich school uniforms, but at least they didn't have ridiculous amounts of belts and metal on them.

Dan already has the outfit set out and quickly helps him change. He adjusts the vest and collar for Danny, glancing angrily at the model walking up the line. "Come on, we only have a few minutes before the last two models finish their walk for the Winter portion."

Danny nods, throwing on the gargoyle ear cuffs, only to pause when he sees a strange card on Dan's station. He pushes aside the black rings to grab a tiny green card with a giant question mark. "What's this?"

"Some guy saw my work and wanted to commission him a suit. Apparently, he was tired of how no one could style the question marks." Dan answered, distracted while reapplying some powder to Danny's face.

"A question mark? Why?"

"It's his gimmick or something. I didn't bother to ask for too many details. He will be going to our house soon to get his measurements done," Dan says, twisting Danny's face with his chin to make sure everything looks good. Danny lets him, blindly slipping on his rings and bracelets. "Thought it be a fun little side project."

"How did he hear about you?"

"You remember how you took those boxes of clothes to the job search office to give to people? Apparently, one of his employees' younger brothers borrowed a suit for his prom, and he thought the photos were nice." Dan shrugs. Then he glances in alarm at the stage hand who signals for them. "Never mind that. It's almost our turn again. Get out there!"

Danny scurries away, but not before he sees a beautiful redhead woman in green- was that leaves and vines???- stride over to Dan as the clone puts away his makeup.

She gestures with a business card, and Dan blinks as she talks once before he eagerly takes out his design journal. She must be a performer asking Dan for a new forest design or something.

Danny wonders why Gotham has so many people with oddly specific gimmicks.

He turns his head away to stride back into the catwalk, head held high as he does so. Danny makes the mistake of locking eyes with one of the judges- Tim Drake-Wayne is gawking at him like the people of the street do- and he snaps his gaze away, fighting to keep his composure.

He thinks he does well since Team Fenton snatches first place in this round. Drake-Wayne catches him at the after-party, praising his final outfit so much that Danny offers to give it to him, knowing Dan wouldn't mind.

Drake-Wayne goes red, early agreeing, but since they are so different in size—the CEO's waist is slightly leaner but with far more muscular forearms—Danny tells him to come by his house that weekend to have Dan resize it for him.

It should be fine since the Question Mark man and Leaf Lady will also be there that day for their own measurements.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #passion for fashion #Part 6 #Remember the Poll? It was “Should Dan become an accidental evil villain suit designer” #Second round of the contest #Danny and Dan are both look hot in anything #Even if Dan tries to appear homeless #Danny just wants to go home #Dead Tired #What do you think is “Gotham Aesthetic”

[velvetwyrme]

OUTFIT SET 2 of 4 // Undertale

The highly anticipated classic skelebros are here :D!!

(Extra notes under the cut! There are sooooo many details in this set)

What's this?!! EVEN MORE NOTES??

If you got this far, I hope you enjoyed reading my notes and design details! Thank you for reading 💛💛!!!

#undertale #sans #sans undertale #papyrus #papyrus undertale #fashion lineups #my art #have i ever mentioned that classic papyrus is the hardest for me to draw #idk what it is abt him. i love him so much and also i struggle SO much with drawing him abrjfvjbdks #anyway i think. trying to figure out his outfits (and making changes) made it so i took twice as long to draw his compared to sans' LMAO #tumblr is going to Crush my images but my god was it worth it

[luna-has-some-thoughts]

Danny accidentally becomes the Ghost king, The president and the BIGGEST threat to Bruce's social status.

Pt 1 Danny becomes the Ghost king

"Fenton's were never allowed to have a "normal" life, we are either extremely successful or extremely unsuccessful, there is no in between. Maybe a spirit cursed us back in the days, but who knows, but one things for sure, all Fenton's will definitely make the news."

-Grandma Fenton from whatever generation

Danny's starting to believe that now. He used to think that it wasn't true, but now? He used to wish to have a normal life, be a good normal son with good grades an be an astronaut one day.

But like they said, a Fenton is either EXTREMELY SUCCESSFUL OR EXTREMELY UNSUCCESSFUL.

He was EXTREMELY UNSUCCESSFUL in that.

Instead of a normal life he turned a half ghost teen superhero. But oh well, the Fenton's were also known for their ability to go with the flow

But how in the world did the flow get him here???

In Danny's defense, he wasn't really expecting this. The only thing in his mind at the moment was keeping his town and his people safe from pariah. He just wanted to get rid of the rotten fruitloop. He was EXTREMELY SUCCESSFUL, so successful in fact that he ended up becoming Ghost king.

The fudge????

But okay, sure, he didn't wanna become king but if he also didn't want to give up the crown for others to take, what if an evil person becomes king and attacks amity again?? Fine, he'll be king, he'll figure it out. Just go with the flow.

Surprisingly, not only did he get the crown, he also got THE MONEY. as in literal gold and silver bars, coins and jewelry. Appearantly, one the kings a long long time ago, before at least two generations before pariah had an obsession with MONEY. So the king made a Permanent Royal Degree (a law that cannot be changed by any future kings) that when someone dies and becomes a ghost, 20% of the MONEY that they've acquired in their entire life. (The money turns into an equivalent of ghost currency in the realms but is still physically in the living. Kind of like how the soul is in the realms but the body is the earth. Also, the only reason money exists in the realms is for convenience and a sense of normalcy, it doesn't really have that much value unless the ghosts brings it to the living) would belong to the ghost king.

Basically, it's ghost taxes that only have to be paid once for the entire afterlife. (Or is it more of an entrance fee???)

But anyways, hes got the MONEY.

He's rich now and he thinks, "I have so much money it's disgusting"

So first things first, getting rid of some of it.

By this point, his parents know he's phantom and have changed their opinions on ghosts, instead of attacking they are now looking at ghost like they're equals and try and help them as an apology for hurting them.

They are also looking for a new project to spend time on. A new purpose

So Danny thought, why not give them the money then? Danny proposed to his mom a project to make things that can benefit both ghosts and humans.

Next thing he knows is that he's appearantly funding, building and making:

A ghost job agency

A human job agency

Ghost proof buildings (ghost can't pass through walls, it won't hurt them, just keep em out.)

Ghost proof clothes (overshadowing proof!)

A practical fashion line for ghost and humans (Bullet proof, blast proof etch. Borderline vigilante clothes that look like a civilians day to day outfit)

Homes for ghost and humans

A ghost obsession help center where they can ask humans to help with their obsession.

A school for both ghost and humans.

Liminal 101 because apparently because of the whole, pariah dark and, living in the ghosts kings haunt situation, everyone is liminal now

An entire line of technology that can be used by both ghosts and humans.

A fight arena where ghost and humans can fight for fun.

And so many other things , he can't remember

HIS NAME IS EVERYWHERE . His parents didn't even bother hiding the fact that their son somehow has enough money to fund these projects, everyone knows him now.

He ends up basically owning most of amity park.

And here he thought he wouldn't be the kind of king that expands their territory.

He was extremely UNSUCCESSFUL in that.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dc x dp crossover #ghost king danny #ghost king au #nothing seems to be going his way #eat the rich #go with flow they said #itll be fun they said #how did it come to this??? #danny needs a #therapy #or b #a financial assistant

[ellecdc]

Hi!! I saw your requests were open and I’d love to take a shot with one!

So I have a partner that I’ve been with for almost a year and it wasn’t until the last few months that I’ve realized how toxic and horrible the relationship is. So- I was hoping that I could request a poly!marauders x reader (starting platonic and then romantic?) and reader has a partner that’s really toxic and the boys help the reader figure out how to break up and take care of herself (or themself/himself!) and then once the reader and the partner break up, the marauders take care of reader and then eventually admitting their love to reader and etc etc etc you take away the rest!!! Thank you so much!!!!!! I love love love your work!!!!!!

ok first of all: if you haven't already, please dump them? they're not worth it babes. if it costs you your peace - it's too expensive thank you for your request; hope you love it <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader

CW: brief mention of previously toxic relationship, grief over end of relationship

You knew this was for the best, but it didn't make it any less painful.

It'd been about a month and a half since you and your...ex broke up, and exactly 12 days to the minute of no contact. Your mind was still reeling from the previous few weeks since you'd decided to finally end things before you finally blocked their number.

It proved to you that you had done the right thing; they were not good for you, and they're behaviour only proved that.

So why did you still feel so incredibly wrong?

You felt a mixture of things. Overwhelming grief at not only the loss of someone that was a huge part of your life, but also grief over the loss of everything you ever hoped your life would be with that person.

You also felt guilty; guilty for ending things (even though it was the right thing to do), guilty for spending so long trying to force a relationship that wasn't meant to last, and guilty for falling in love with the potential that someone had - which only left both of you disappointed.

It was probably overkill to have turned your phone off completely, but after blocking their number, you couldn't help but jump every time your phone went off - thinking, hoping, dreading that it might be your ex. You also couldn't handle scrolling through instagram to see all of your other friends, happy, smiling, in love, and not feeling like their world was falling to pieces.

Your pity party was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. You were considering ignoring it when a less gentle knock followed which you recognized to be Sirius'.

"You don't have to bang, Sirius." You could hear James chide quietly as you unlocked and swung the door open.

The somewhat terse conversation ended abruptly as the three figures beamed at you: James widely, Remus kindly, and Sirius cheekily.

"Well hello, gorgeous!" Sirius cheered at you as he pulled you into a quick embrace.

"Uh, hi!" You said back, though your voice sounded higher than usual. When was the last time you'd used it?

"Mind if we come in?" Remus asked gently before James and Sirius were shouldering their ways into your apartment anyway.

"Uhm, yeah. Sure." You said as you followed them in.

James pulled you into his side as Sirius made himself at home on your couch and Remus sat at your kitchen table. "How've you been, sweetheart?" He asked.

You blushed at the nickname and ducked your chin to your chest. "I'm alright, James. How have you guys been?"

"Miserable." Sirius answered immediately. "Completely miserable without our favourite girl around. It's been too long."

"You don't have to apologize," Remus interjected as you began to defend yourself. "We just wanted to check in, that's all."

You smiled at the three boys, suddenly very self-conscious of your apartment and your outfit - neither of which had been tidied nor changed in the last few days.

"Come sit with me." Sirius said as he patted the couch beside him and then opened his arm for you to sit under.

You moved towards him obediently and he quickly pulled you in tight to his side and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

"So, what can we do? Can I help you tidy?" Remus asked enthusiastically.

You immediately shook your head no as your eyes widened in horror. "Absolutely not, no. Thank you, but honestly, I'm fine."

Sirius groaned as he leaned to whisper into your ear conspiratorially, you startled and turned to face him, only to have your noses centimetres apart.

"Listen, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: Rem here has been just sick with worry, and it would really make him feel better if you let him feel like he's helping you." He stage whispered as he motioned toward the said worried boy with his head.

Had you not been so shocked by the lack of distance between you and Sirius, you may have seen Remus gently roll his eyes at Sirius' theatrics.

"Help the poor sod out, give him something to do." He encouraged you with a salacious wink.

"I, uhm... I guess I've been meaning to catch up on the dishes?" You stated as a question, grimacing at the days worth of dishes in your sink.

Remus jumped up happily throwing a "Got it!" over his shoulder.

"What about me, gorgeous? Anything I can do? Maybe laundry?" James asked eagerly.

"You are not doing my laundry, James." You answered bluntly.

"Got it, got it. Okay, maybe I can clean your bathroom?"

Somehow, that was worse.

"Okay, you can do my laundry." You acquiesced.

James whooped, actually whooped, like a cartoon character before he started down the hallway he knew lead to your bedroom.

"See? Look how happy you made them." Sirius said as he kneaded at the flesh of your thigh with his hand.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"What's your job?" You asked.

You suddenly felt like it was the wrong question when Sirius' grin grew exponentially. "Oh, I get to sit here with my favourite girl."

"We're taking turns, Pads!" James called from down the hallway.

"Semantics." Sirius muttered before he turned his attention back to you.

"Listen; I won't make you talk about this if you don't want to, but I need you to know that we're here for you, alright? Like really, really here for you; whatever you need. I know you've probably convinced yourself that you're all alone and unloved. But we need you to know that's not true. You're not unloved, never could be; not with us around."

Your sinuses filled painfully behind your eyes as you moved to hide your face into Sirius' shoulder.

"What did you do?" Remus asked Sirius, sounding (gently) horrified.

"Just told her we loved her."

James came out of your room at Remus' concerned tones. "We're supposed to be making her feel better, Pads." He sighed.

"You are." You muttered from your place in Sirius' shoulder.

It was true; you had convinced yourself you were all alone and completely unloveable. If even your ex couldn't manage to love you, how would anyone else?

But with Sirius' arms around your shoulder and his lips pressed into your hair, James coming up behind you two and giving your hand a comforting squeeze, and Remus running to put a pot of tea on for the lot of you like that might be what stitches your heart back together; you certainly felt loved.

#marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #the marauders #poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x you #ellecdc fics

[feelbokkie]

When he has to keep your relationship a secret

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

Part 2

genre: disgusting amount of fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: Subtle ways bf!skz simps for you when he can’t reveal your relationship.

pairing: bf!skz x reader

warnings: there is like one swear word

word count: 1,934

©feelbokkie (2023) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

방 찬 (Bang Chan)

Makes a playlist

Loves you and also wants to keep your relationship private anyway

But also adores you and wants to show you off

He thought it would be fun to mess with Stay too

So he just started playing music that spelled out your name with the titles during his lives

He didn't do it all in one day because he was scared that someone would figure it out immediately

So he spread it across several lives

After he was done spelling out your name, he would just play your favorite songs

Or songs that would remind him of you

Or a song that you two heard while you were together and formed a core memory to

Would be blushing smiling like a dumbass while the songs are playing, remembering you and all the happy memories

Makes a playlist with those songs and shared the link on his bubble

He adds songs to it periodically so fans don't read too much into the order and see your name

이 민 호 (Lee Min-Ho)

A special hand sign

He's not the type who is big on matching couple items

And you were okay with that, he wasn't supposed to talk about your relationship anyway

But he was so in love with you, he wanted to tell the world

So he came up with a hand sign that he could do during performances and vlogs

Spent a lot of time researching sign language to make sure he wasn't going to do anything offensive or stupid

It also needed to be small and not complex so he could sneak it into dances

The first time he did it in a performance, he sat down with you and watched your reaction to the video

"Why did you do that? Did you forget the move and freestyle?"

You had sat through enough rehearsals and watched enough of their performances to know the choreography, especially Minho's parts, to know that he was not supposed to do that

"No, I did that on purpose." "Why?" "For you." "What?"

He let you sit confused for the rest of the video before finally explaining

The hand sign is meant to let you know that he loves you

And misses you

And is thinking about you

He did it every chance he got

It got to the point where Stay noticed and just thought it was a Lee Know Quirk™️

Naturally, they adopted it

You thought he would be annoyed that Stay was doing it too

"They're just helping spread and amplify my love for you."

서 창 빈 (Seo Chang-Bin)

Wears a necklace with your name

Genuinely does not care about having to keep it a secret

Wants to shout it from the rooftop

And has

The only reason he keeps quiet is because you don't feel comfortable being in the spotlight

But he will wear a necklace with your name on it

Like a dog collar

It literally says "If lost, return to Y/N"

Smug bastard

Refuses to take it off

Won't even tuck it inside his shirt

Will even purposely show it with your name facing out in pictures

It has to be edited in every picture

It's either edited to read "If lost, return to Stay," made to look blank, or edited out completely

Stay thinks that the return to Stay is the original so they made their own versions of it

"If lost, return to *insert select skz member*" or "If lost, return to Stray Kids"

Fans don't try to read the necklace anymore, they just think it's the Stay one

It's also a tiny locket

Which you only found out about 3 months into him owning the necklace

Naturally, there is a little picture of you in it

황 현 진 (Hwang Hyun-Jin)

Couple rings

He wears a lot of rings anyway, so nobody would think about the one that you two share being a couple ring

It was the one ring he never swapped out so Stay just thought it was his favorite

They aren’t wrong

That thing is always on his person at all times

If it doesn’t match an outfit for a photoshoot or a performance he’ll either wear it as a necklace or in his shoe

One time he tried to be creative and tied it to his hair so you could see it when they did a close up for a performance

Naturally, the ring flew off when he was dancing and it was lost

Couldn’t even go on stage to look for it when he realized because another group was on stage

Had a mini panic attack and called you crying while the guys tried to help find it after the show

You tried to calm him down over the phone and tell him that you two can just buy a new one

He didn’t want a new one, he wanted that one

He knew he could buy a new one, but he couldn’t buy the memories that came with the original

He won it in a claw machine during the date where you two made it official

It was one of those games where the prizes are actually expensive and good quality

After you two redeemed the rings, he got down on one knee and “proposed”

“Y/N, will you make me the happiest man alive and allow me to be your boyfriend?”

And on your one year anniversary you two got each other’s names and your anniversary date engraved on the inside

A few days later a staff member brought the ring and told him how they found it when they were taking down the set

After that he made sure all of his performance clothes had a tiny pocket on the inside just for his ring

한 지 성 (Han Ji-Sung)

Paints one of his nails to match yours

It started randomly

You two were watching an anime together and you were painting your nails because you needed something to do with your hands

When you finished, you saw how engrossed be was in the show

So you painted his pinky nail to see if he would noticed

He didn’t

After you finished painting his pinky, you contemplated painting the rest of his nails to see how far you could get

Decided against it since it would be a waste and he would just take it off soon anyway

“Look, we match!” Drawing attention to your handiwork

He looked confused at first

He saw how happy it made you and decided to just leave it

You were honestly surprised to see the nail polish still there 2 weeks later and slightly chipped

He was not happy to see that you had painted them a different color

“We don’t match anymore.”

It’d take you a second to realize that he was talking about the nail polish

"Let's get that fixed, shall we?"

"Can we put it on this finger this time?"

He would point to his ring finger

Wears his nail polish like a wedding ring

Has gotten to the point where you just text him when you changed the color

Would not let his stylist remove the polish or paint over it anytime he had to paint his nails for work

That nail was reserved for you two only

Fans thought he was just trying to be stylish and different with the singular different color nail

He bought a large set of mini nail polishes so that he would be prepared for the next time you went and painted your nails

Takes them with him on tour with him so he can keep up

Stares at his hand fondly and thinks of you

이 용 복 (Lee Felix Yong-Bok)

Matching bracelets

He was helping you move out of your parents' house and into your first apartment when he found a bracelet making kit

Persuaded you into taking a quick break so you can make bracelets

You taught him a few simple braids that he could weave together on his own

Took him a few minutes but he got the hang of it

When you two were finished, he suggested that you two swapped bracelets

Only takes it off when he has to for work or when he's taking a shower

Stay once made fun of it because it was so out of place with all of his expensive accessories

"This is the most expensive accessory I own, actually."

He felt bad because the one you wore was like a shoelace compared to his

You had incorporated both his and your favorite colors and somehow added little heart beads

Bought his own kit and practiced making bracelets until he was satisfied

Surprised you with the new bracelet

"Now I have one for each arm." "You can just take off the first one." "Why would I do that?" "You don't have to pretend to like it." "Why would I pretend to like it? I love it, you made it for me. A Lix original."

Would try not to cry, and fail miserably, over those words while tying the bracelet for you

김 승 민 (Kim Seung-Min)

Keeps a photo of you in his phone case

You two went and printed photo cards of each other at the mall one day

It was one of those kiosk where you could upload personal photos and they print out in photo card form immediately

You guys have two each, one individual photo of each other and your favorite couple photos

He keeps the couple photo framed and takes it with him on tour

But the one of just you? That's on his person 24/7

He considered getting one of those phone cases where you could insert a photo card or a clear case but he knew that would only cause him trouble, you two were meant to be a secret

So inside the phone case it went where it couldn't be seen

That thing is so protected, even if his phone fell into a sink full of water, your photocard would be fine

Pulls it out and stares at it when he's sad

Or tired

Or anxious

Or stressed

Or mad

Or drained

Or happy

He's so in love with you that he's always staring

Especially when you two are apart for long periods of time

If you two are unable to video chat but can talk on the phone normally, he'll pull out the photo card so he can at least look at you while talking

Panics any time his phone is missing

That photo cards, and the countless other photos he has of you on his phone would be gone forever

If you ever ask him about where he keeps his picture of you, he will lie and say it's at the dorm or something

You can't know how much he is actually in love with you

Sometimes the boys will find him asleep clutching his phone and when they go to try and take it so that they can charge it, they realized that he was just staring at the photocard taped to the case

양 정 인 (Yang Jeong-In)

Sets a picture of you as his lock screen

It took a lot of work

Chan had to help him figure out how to do it at first

If anyone looked at his phone, they wouldn’t see you, they would see a random landscape

But, if anyone held down on the lock screen, they would see the landscape pan over to you and you would be smiling at the camera

He saw that trend where people were turning live photos in to lock screens and figured it was the best compromise

Plays the video often when he misses you

Just sitting there, looking at his phone lock screen

Is careful how he holds his phone in public, does not want to accidentally trigger the video to play

Gets teased and called a simp for how often he looks at his phone smiling

But he doesn’t care

He just want to see the love of his life

—

Buy me a coffee?

#feelbokkie writes #stray kids #skz #chan #bangchan #bang chan #lee know #minho #lee minho #changbin #seo changbin #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #han #jisung #han jisung #felix #yongbok #lee felix #lee yongbok #lee felix yongbok #seungmin #kim seungmin #i.n #jeongin #yang jeongin #x reader #skz headcanon #stray kids headcanon

[fics-a-plenty]

Shopping Trip

Astarion x gn!reader x Halsin

Word count: 649

TW: shirtless Halsin, imagined to take place in Act 3 but no real spoilers

I went back and forth about posting this, but figured why not. I can't be the only person that put Halsin in an outfit with no shirt as soon as I had a chance to. 😂 The angelic scion outfit is just *chefs kiss*

Astarion even said that he would probably outlaw clothes if he could. Who am I to deny him of less clothing!

Anyways, this is a short little thing I wrote at like 2am. So enjoy!

Halsin shifted uncomfortably as he stood in front of the mirror. No matter how these new clothes were adjusted, being in so many layers made the druid feel so constricted. While he was told multiple times that he could move freely, he felt like if he moved at all the fabric would rip apart.

"At least try to look like you're enjoying yourself, love." Astarion's voice came from behind him, the red eyes taking in every inch of the man in the mirror.

"I must be honest, this is not quite what I had in mind when our Heart said that we had things to do in the city." Halsin responded, turning to see his partner's reaction, only to find the vampire staring at how his upper arms filled out the sleeves of the nice clothes they had put him in.

"I know this isn't exactly comfortable Halsin. But we need to make sure that we have some nice clothes while we're here. We can only walk into so many parties in our armor or camp clothes." You said, walking in with a couple more options for him to try.

"If it makes you feel any better, at least you can see how good we're making you look." Astarion responded, taking the items you had brought over, automatically taking one of the options out to put away. He smirked at you slightly offended 'Hey!' as he went to put it back.

"My Heart, I'm not sure that these are really necessary. Shouldn't we be focusing on-" Halsin hesitated for a minute, glancing around quickly to make sure nobody was listening, "other things at the moment?"

You looked back at him with a sweet smile. "The world can handle us not working for an hour or so." You responded as brought one of the shirts to him, holding it up to his chest to get an idea of how it would look. "Besides, how often do you think we'll have a chance to let Astarion free in a shop like this after it's all over."

As if on cue, the high elf walked back into the room with a dark green piece of fabric, "I know were meant to be looking for some nice party clothes, but would anyone really complain about this?" He said to you with a smirk, holding up a wrap around skirt with nothing but gold arm bands to go with it.

"I think we definitely might need you to try that on." You responded quickly, tossing the shirt you had off to the side, completely forgotten.

After a few minutes, Halsin stepped out of the charging area. He didn't even make it to the dressing area before you and Astarion were swooning. You bit your lip as the pale elf let out a low whistle. The large elf couldn't help the deep chuckle that rumbled his chest at his partners' reactions. While most people would feel uncomfortable with the lack of coverage, the freedom it gave him made him feel much more at peace.

He purposely flexed his back slightly as he looked at himself in the mirror, his lip curling into a smirk at Astarion's almost purr at the sight.

"Okay, but do we really need party clothes? Where would we really wear them?" You managed to get out. Your face flushing as you met Halsin's eyes in the mirror, causing him to shift a little and flex his arms against the bands.

"Well in that case, there's a matching set for you too." Astarion said with a laugh as he rushed off to grab you an outfit to match. Your head turning to call out that you didn't bring enough gold for multiple outfits.

"Maybe this trip was worth the time." Halsin's voice came as a shock when it was suddenly next to you, pushing you towards the changing area as Astarion returned.

#astarion x reader x halsin #astarion x reader #halsin x reader #baldur's gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #reader insert

[codgod]

y’know generally i try to limit colour palettes to as few colours as possible to make things more cohesive but despite my best efforts only jay ended up being able to stick to that </3

ANYWAYS here’s the as-of-right-now fully updated designs for these dickheads. these will no doubt undergo even more tweaking as i draw them more but this is a start i guess. also pls open the pictures to look at them properly i worked so hard LOL

some random notes under the cut yaaaay

chip —

he jingles when he walks. somehow he’s still stealthy. i do not know how

kept the platinum ring that bonded him to gillion in the block! because hey he doesn’t really have a reason to take it off (and it’s a nice reminder of how much gill cares about him, and how far their friendship has come since that ice arena)

his tattoos shift and flicker like actual flames, and sometimes (harmless, purely aesthetic) sparks fly off them when he’s excited

i just think smoke coming out of his mouth when he’s angry would be cool :]

chipped teeth from biting rocks and coins all the time :/

he has scars from the red lightning, they’re just mostly contained to his back and shoulders. they’re a similar red to his coat even once they’ve healed

gillion —

the tail sleeve thing is so he can rest it on the ground without damaging his scales, he doesn’t usually wear it when he’s just on the ship because the wood is soft enough that it’s usually fine + it can hinder swimming a bit. it’s mostly meant for places where there’s cobblestone or gravel streets and such. i think his armour would probably have a version that looks similar but covers the whole tail minus the fins, maybe with some armour plating of its own. i didn’t draw it because there wasn’t any room lol

his scars from the lightning are pink mostly because red stood out too much tbh. they softly glow in the dark the same as his coral and the pink parts of his fins

also kept his ring! his hands aren’t really made for jewellery, though, because the webbing means it won’t sit very secure on his finger. so he keeps it on the same chain as the necklace he got from aslana to keep it safe

tried to make him look a bit bulkier and more his age than in my original design? i feel like i was leaning too much into the naivety and. shortness. originally lol. he also has thicker eyebrows now and i’m still trying to decide how i feel about them but i think? i like it? i don’t tend to give many character thin eyebrows so it could’ve been a unique thing for him but alas

i think i made the sword too small but like ignore that

also forgor to include pretzel </3 that’s okay though she can get her own design sheet later. she’s special like that

jay —

i believe in tall jay supremacy

blue magic! i was considering gold but that’d look a bit more like a canary than i wanted for her wings so. blue jay :]

her hair is supposed to look kinda like fire to mimic her dad ! kinda showing that even if she runs from her family and the navy they’ll always be a part of her. and also i just like drawing messy hair

i gave her sturdier gloves just because i feel like it fits her better. also changed up the shirt to more of a button up solely because i don’t like tank tops very much LOL

i did WANT to make her outfit a bit flashier to match the boys better but i couldn’t quite figure out where to Put the flash. maybe that’ll come later, the way the story’s going i might get to design some cool prosthetics for her or something

overall —

because there’s just so many fucking colours i triiied to add at least one or two colours from each of them into the others designs. jay has her necklace with each of their main colours on it, her wings are the same blue as gillions eyes, her jacket and right eye are the same dark blue as destiny’s blade, her hair is the same orange as the lighter part of chips tattoos. chip has a dark green sash under all the belts, the same as the hilt of destiny’s blade. they all use the same shades of black, gold, and brown

the only real exception is gillion doesn’t have anything from the other two because he has Such a specific colour palette and he already had so much going on as-is orz jay was obviously the easiest to do this with because she has both warm and cool colours in her palette by default lol (and i did her design last, so that helps)

#.png #jrwi #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #jrwi chip #gillion tidestrider #jay ferin #jrwi spoilers #THEYRE FINALLY DONE zoo wee mama #the lines are thicker on the little armour drawings because i did the sketch thing and then went yk what. good enough. and just coloured tha #also got rid of gills button nose it was too annoying to draw #i’m so used to straight and aquiline noses #another thing that could’ve been unique for him in terms of my character designs #but nah #pls ignore that i drew them all standing on diff planes/angles btw i wasn’t trying very hard w that #weirdly proud of myself for managing to give them all pretty unique profiles #that’s normally something i kinda get stuck on. drawing people from the side #in different ways besides nose shape

[paperclipninja]

I can't believe I forgot one of the most significant moments (imo) when I was mulling over duality etc here, and that is when Crowley goes up to Heaven to try and figure out what's going on. Actually, it's more than just multiple layers of truth. Yes there are a couple of truths at play, but as an audience we are given SO much information in this scene that it's almost hard to take it all in so I'm going to try and lay it out.

Here is what we learn in the whole scene:

Crowley knows that Muriel is a scrivener, including that they're 37th class. How?? Up until Crowley tricking Muriel into taking him to Heaven, there'd been no conversation about their angelic status

Crowley has a solid understanding of the way Heaven works and how to get around it (bees/once you're in, that they never change passwords etc)

Crowley has access to high level files

Saraqael seems to have a fondness? towards Crowley and allows him to view the trial, let's him know what happened and tells Muriel off but also not really

We get all the info about Gabriel and what happened

That Heaven wipes memories when demoting angels

When the alarm goes off because Aziraphale uses his halo, Crowley declares 'let's get back there' and directs Saraqael, 'you too' and they follow without question (though Crowley's original plan may have been to go and get Heavenly reinforcement but still, interesting the way he takes control and they just listen)

So the overarching duality in this scene - yes it is hilarious, the way Crowley gets Muriel to take him to Heaven in the first place and of course this whole situation:

but it's also an incredible act of love.

The entire season establishes unmistakably that Crowley has some very real trauma from his experience of being in Heaven as Aziraphale and cast into the hellfire, highlighted through his reactions to JimGabriel. Not to mention his history with Heaven and all that.

So in trying to come up with a solution to the demons attacking the bookshop, knowing that Heaven no longer have any real interest in helping Aziraphale, he willingly goes up there, the place he has made his feelings about very clear, to try and find some answers.

Yes this is a demonstration of Crowley's love for Aziraphale but it's also a demonstration of his love of humans and humanity. He puts aside his own feelings, takes a real risk (because he couldn't have known how any of the senior angels might respond to him being there...could he? Or what if the Metatron had seen him there? That's another pondering for another day...) and goes to the one place he has outright said he doesn't want to go back to, just to try and find a way to protect the humans and help Aziraphale.

THIS, to me, is the entire crux of where this is all heading. It's exactly the same reason Aziraphale gets in that lift. At the end of the day, Crowley and Aziraphale love humanity and want to protect it, even if it means risking themselves.

The multiple truths of this scene actually create a distraction I think. The humour of Crowley's outfit and little prancy toes make us think this is a light and funny moment, while we're also delighted by his subversion of Heavens 'rules' and processes and the revelations about Gabriel. It is both funny and informative. It does give us hints about Crowley's past while moving the current story forward.

But I think it's easy to miss the actions here, and that is that Crowley, who was cast out of Heaven, witnessed the ease with which they continue to cast angels into hellfire, saw the callousness of the Supreme Archangel as he condemned his best friend to no longer exist, put aside all he's witnessed and experienced because of love.

This is a love story. The love story of an angel and a demon, yes, but the love story of two entities, hereditary enemies, who fall in love with humanity and whose love for one another will give them the strength to protect it. At least, that's my take on it anyway :)

#good omens #good omens meta #crowley #aziraphale #I just have a lot of feelings right now #aziracrow #this is a love story

[turnaboutspoiler]

I was trying to figure out how many parts of Book 7 are left by counting... the cards.

I mean in Book 7 we have special cards for main characters and for now we have only Ortho (Cerberus armor), Lilia (General armor) and Sebek (Soldier armor).

That means we're waiting for Idia, Silver and Malleus. So I guess there will be maybe 3 more parts? For 3 new card? And there will be 150-160 chapters in general?

And talking about the cards, I think they're gonna come out in the order I wrote it before (Idia, then Silver and finally Malleus). I also have my thoughts about what exactly these cards may be.

For Idia I expect something similar to Ortho, so they have the same style and vibe. And I'm sure I'm not the only one who have been waiting for Idia's STYX uniform card since book 6🥴😭 But since it feels unreal for Idia to get to STYX in the current situation I think they're gonna give us something different. I would really like to see another card with his hair fully red-fired (for now we have only his dorm uniform groovy, that's unfair). I actually expect him to hide something in the depths of Ignihyde. You know, something he crafted when he was bored again, but it's like super powerfull weapon or whatever. Or he could make it right here right now and his card could image it.

Then for Silver I thought it would be cool to see him in Silver Owls' armor (in contrast to Lilia and Sebek), but that seems already impossible. But as everyone changed their outfit I believe the same will happen to Silver, so I don't really know which one it could be.

And as for Malleus, I really want to see his overblot card! I already made a theory that his current overblot can be not the full form of it and yeah I still want a dragon. But maybe we're gonna have his card in the very end which will be all-together Diasomnia family card. Or maybe we're gonna see Yuu in his card, who knows?

Anyway I just can't wait for the next parts and new cards. For now I really love all three specials and I definitely will go for them on my EN acc!

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland book 7 #diasomnia #idia shroud #malleus draconia #silver #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge

[slut4thebroken]

Exposure Therapy pt. 8

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane × reader

Summary | You make the poor choice of teasing Dr. Crane, so obviously he has to punish you.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding, kissing, hickeys, praise, edging, crying (but in a hot way), consensual sex, orgasm denial, cockwarming?, emotions? idk, neither does he tbh, bestie has no idea how to comfort you💀

Words | 3.6k

Notes | Trying really hard to keep his character accurate😓 lmk what y’all think lol

Ao3 link | <3

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Part 7

Neither of you mentioned his confession again. He seemed to be acting mostly normal and only a little awkward and withdrawn so you tried to remain the same to assure him that nothing changed. You were sitting on the couch, doodling with a spare piece of paper he found as well as an extra pencil, when you broke the silence. 

“Where are you planning on sleeping?” You asked, eyeing the large space that was empty save for a desk, a chair, and a couch. 

“The couch.” He said, not looking up from what he was working on. 

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” You asked, making him sigh and turn his gaze to you. “For now you may sleep on the couch, I doubt I’ll be sleeping much anyway.” 

“Oh. Don’t you have an apartment? A bed?” 

“The cops are going to be looking for everyone that escaped, including myself- especially myself, because I created what caused all of that.” 

“Oh… What if I go? I can bring you back some clothes so you don’t have to stay in that and anything else you need? I doubt I can lift a mattress on my own though.” 

“You want to go to my apartment in the middle of town, wearing that?” He asked, raising his brows. You looked down at your outfit and frowned, just now remembering that you’re wearing it still. 

“People are dumb enough to hang their laundry up outside. I’ll just take something before getting downtown.” You suggested, but back tracked when he was silent for a moment. “I don’t have to, it was just an idea.” 

“What will you do if the police show up?” 

“Um… I’ll tell them you’re my boyfriend and I left something there that I need.” That made him scoff. 

“They won’t believe that.” 

“Fine. Ex boyfriend. Who’s been so busy working that I had to just go there myself.” You shrugged and he narrowed his eyes at you for a moment. 

“Fine. Know that if you get caught, I have no power or leverage anymore to help you.” Honestly you didn’t expect him to agree. You figured he might want to keep you within his sight at all times but that wasn’t the case. Trying not to read into this new found trust, you were going over the plan in your head. 

“Wait, is it even within walking distance?” You realized, worried the whole plan just fell apart. 

“It’s not on this island, so no. And the train is still down because of the bat.” 

“Oh… I can probably walk, it’ll just take me longer I guess.” The sun was rising anyway, so it’ll probably be fine. “Or I’ll ask someone for a ride.” 

“Do not do that.” He said sternly, making you frown. 

“Why not?” 

“Because this is Gotham and you are a young, attractive woman. You will more than likely be kidnapped, raped, or killed.” 

“What am I supposed to do then?” He let out a heavy sigh, and got something out of his desk drawer. When he told you to come to him, you stood, leaving the pencil and paper, and walked over. 

“Give me your hand.” You held your arm out to him and he gently grabbed your hand to put on a very weird shaped bracelet on your wrist. “In case you don’t have time to put the mask on, point it away from your face and hold your breath, then push this.” He pointed to a lever near the heel of your hand and you reached for it, trying to test the motion and get used to it, but he stopped you. 

“Not- now.” He strained, uncurling your fingers. 

“Sorry.” You said sheepishly. 

Then you were leaving, finding clothes that looked about the right size and changing in an alley behind a dumpster. The tricky part was the shoes but they’re subtle enough that they shouldn’t draw very much attention. You found an empty paper bag near the dumpster and put the mask in it then started looking for someone to drive you. You spotted an older woman getting into a car and immediately walked toward her. 

“Excuse me?” You said, making her pause. 

“No change, sorry.” 

“Oh no, I was actually hoping you could give me a ride. I have a job interview downtown and it probably wouldn’t make a good impression to show up all sweaty. But I understand if it’s too much trouble…” 

She only hesitated for a moment before agreeing, telling you to get in the back and asking for the address. You read it off the paper to her and ten minutes later you were pulling up in front of an apartment building. 

“You sure this is it?” 

“It’s for a small business.” You explained, quickly getting out of the car. “Thank you so much.” You dropped the smile as soon as you turned around to walk into the building. “Fuck,” You groaned, “I don’t have a fucking key.” How could you have forgotten that part? You decided to just walk inside, breathing a sigh of relief when you spotted a front desk. 

“Hi, I lost my key and my boyfriend’s out of town and I’m supposed to feed his cat,” 

“What number?” The man asked, bored. 

“178.” He reached back and grabbed a key, handing it to you impatiently. “Thanks...” He wasn’t lying when he said everyone and everything is corrupt or just doesn’t care. 

You made your way to the elevator and pushed 17. As you waited, you went over the list he gave you. Most of the stuff was easy, an extra pair of glasses in his desk drawer, a few pairs of clothes, shoes, a toothbrush as well as the extra one under the sink for yourself, etc. But you were mostly worried about the safe and the papers he wanted. What if you can’t open it? What if you grab the wrong ones?

The elevator opening with a ding removed you from your thoughts and you made your way to his door. You worked quickly, not wanting to increase your chances of getting caught, but you took the time to fold his suits, worried he’d be upset if you just threw them in his duffel bag. You opened the safe on the second try, putting the money that was in there in the duffel bag. 

Then you made your way to the desk. Even though the rest of the place was completely tidy, the desk was covered in different papers. He said they would be on top, not in a drawer, so you grabbed everything just to be safe. 

Before leaving, you went through his dresser, praying he wouldn’t be pissed, and got some shirts and sweatpants for yourself, as well as a hoodie and socks. 

The ride back was much easier since you had money to take a cab, but you still had to walk a few minutes, not wanting to be dropped off right in front of his “hideout” just in case. 

“No trouble?” He asked, barely glancing up from what he was writing. 

“Well I realized I forgot to ask about a key- speaking of which, you should probably move because the guy at the front desk just gave it to me.” The corners of his lips turned up and your cheeks went red, still not used to it. 

“Good job.” You stared at him in shock, feeling your cheeks heat up even more, but you tried to play it off. 

“Did you just compliment me?” You scoffed teasingly. 

“Don’t get used to it. Did you bring the papers I asked for?” 

“Oh- yeah.” You set the duffel bag on the desk and he opened it to inspect the contents. “I- I hope it’s okay, I brought just a few shirts and pants for myself too.” You said nervously. When he didn’t respond, you figured that meant it was okay. He started looking through the papers, then turned to you with raised brows. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bring the wrong thing so I just took all of it.”

“Thank you.” He said, making your eyes widen. 

“Mhm.” Was all you could say in response. “Oh- here.” You said, suddenly remembering the wristband and taking it off to give it back. 

“Keep it.”

“What?” You choked out. “You- you’re not worried I’ll use it on you or something?” You asked, staring at him with furrowed brows. 

“Of course not.” He scoffed, then set the papers down and took out a suit and the shoes as you just waited awkwardly, not sure what to do. “Are you just going to watch?” He was teasing you, but there was still an edge to his voice. 

“N- no, sorry.” You blushed, turning around and staring at the ground, listening to the sound of clothes rustling behind you and thinking about how you’ve only ever seen his face, neck, hands, and cock- nothing else. The thought made you frown. “Unless it’s okay… then I’d like to watch.” You said quietly and the rustling stopped. 

“Why?” His tone was guarded. 

“I just- I haven’t seen you yet and you’ve seen all of me.” You explained meekly. “Nevermind, sorry.” You waited anxiously as you heard no movement from the man behind you. 

“Go ahead.” He said in a measured tone. You tentatively turned around, finding him in just a pair of dress pants, straight jacket on the floor and shirt in hand. The first thing you noticed was how lean he looks without his suit. The second were the small scars littering his torso. The third was his happy trail, leading down into his pants, teasing you. 

“Satisfied?” You looked up at him when you heard his voice, not able to read his expression. When all you could do was nod, his lips curled up into a small smirk. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll fuck you stupid over the desk.” He warned, voice laced with arousal. 

“Is that a promise, doctor?” You purred, stepping closer to him, setting the wristband on the desk to have both hands free. He stiffened, but allowed you to move until you were right in front of him. Staring deep into icy blue eyes, you slowly raised your hands, as if you were approaching a wild animal who could attack at any second. His eyes moved to your hands, watching, but he didn’t say anything. So you slowly moved them closer until you could almost feel the heat from his body against your palms. His eyes moved back to yours and you searched them for a deterrent. When you found nothing, you placed your hands on his chest, sliding them down his stomach, making sure not to linger on any scars. You reached his pants and brushed over the button teasingly before snaking them back up his body. 

“You’re playing with fire.” He said lowly. Your hands reached his shoulders and you trailed them down his arms. Once you reached his hands, you grabbed the shirt and set it on the desk, then took both of his hands in yours, moving them around your waist. 

“On the contrary, Dr. Crane. I’m getting exactly what I want.” You placed your hands on his stomach again to snake around to his back. 

“Oh? And what’s that?” He said coyly, playing along. 

“You can let me keep teasing you to my heart's content or you can punish me. Either way I win.” You smirked, moving your hands down his back to his pants and following the waist line around his body until they met at the button. 

“You think you’ll enjoy however I choose to punish you?” He scoffed. 

“You said it yourself, doctor. You don’t want to hurt me. So I’m sure I can take it.” His hands moved to your hips, gripping tight enough to make you wince as he pushed you against the desk. 

“Foolish girl. You underestimate my desire to watch you crying and begging for my forgiveness. I have no problem torturing you, in fact, I’ll enjoy it.” You faltered at that. “Does that frighten you?” He asked, tilting his head. 

“You don’t scare me anymore.” You said quietly, feeling the arousal in your stomach quickly make its way between your legs. 

“That’s not what I asked.” He teased and you swallowed thickly, squirming under his gaze. 

“No.” You tried to keep your voice steady. 

“Maybe not yet. But I’m sure it will soon.” He reached a hand up to wrap around your neck, squeezing and pulling you forward as your breath hitched. “I don’t have to hurt you to torture you. You should know that by now.” He said quietly, gaze straying to your lips. 

“I can take it.” You said, equally as quiet, not even believing the words as they left your mouth. 

“You think so?” He cooed and you nodded in response. “I guess we’ll find out then.” He took a step back and you whined at the loss of his touch, reaching out for him. “Pick it up.” He said, gesturing to the straight jacket. Your eyes moved anxiously between him and the garment, hesitating. “This is the only warning I’m giving you— You don’t want me to tell you again.” You leaned down and picked up the straight jacket, then waited for his next command. 

“Put it on.” 

“Dr. Crane,” You whined, but he raised his brows, making you close your mouth and reluctantly slide it on. He stepped closer again then started buckling the restraints. 

“You seem to think that pain is the only form of punishment I’ll inflict. I guess given my history I shouldn’t be surprised but you need to get that idea out of your head right now or things will only get worse for you.” You stared at him with wide eyes but his gaze remained on the task of restraining you. “There are plenty of ways I can punish you.” He said clinically, like a doctor explaining something to a patient. “Like denial, for example. Not just orgasm denial… You can’t touch me either.”  

“Please- I’m sorry.” You whined, giving him puppy dog eyes that did not work at all. 

“I bet you are. I bet you’ll say whatever it is you think I want to hear right now. Unfortunately, the only sounds I want from you are moans and cries.” He led you over to the couch and kneeled in front of you to pull down your pants and underwear before having you sit. He discarded your shoes so he could fully remove your clothes, then pulled you forward to the edge of the couch and spread your legs embarrassingly wide. 

“I think you also underestimate my patience. I am more than willing to do this as long as it takes.” He started dragging his hands up and down your thighs, teasing you, never getting close to where you wanted him.   

“Please.” You whined as your hips started squirming. 

“Come now… We haven’t even started and you’re already begging? At least save that until the actual torture begins.” 

“Don’t want torture.” You muttered. 

“No? I thought you said this would be a win for you? That you can take it.”

“Please.” You whined, much brattier this time— all but throwing a fit.  

“There’s that attitude.” He chuckled. “Keep that up. It makes it more fun for me when you break.” His hands snaked up your thighs, then back down, teasing you. You whined and squirmed, but surprisingly, it worked. He moved a hand between your legs, swiftly pushing in two fingers and rapidly curling them against your walls. You let out a choked moan from the sudden pleasure as your head rolled back onto the couch and your hips bucked. He pulled you even farther down the couch, then leaned down and took your clit in his mouth. 

“Oh fuck,” You said through a moan, hips flinching as he groaned against you in response. Lifting your head to look down at him, you found his eyes already on you, making you blush and squirm under his gaze. After getting so turned on and not coming when you sucked him off before, your orgasm approached quickly. The volume of your moans increased as you started trying to rut against his face. He suddenly pulled back, his fingers halting, making you whine. 

“Please, I was so close.” You pouted. 

“I know.” He leaned back down, resuming the motions of his fingers as he started working your clit over in his mouth again. Your breathing grew heavier as you felt yourself nearing the edge again, but you let out a choked sob when he stopped. 

“Please!” You cried. 

“Shh. Be a good girl and take your punishment.” He muttered before leaning back down and continuing. You weren’t sure how many times you were on the cusp of pleasure before it was ripped away from you, but you knew it was at least five— after that you weren’t able to concentrate on counting through your crying and desperation. He pulled back but continued moving his fingers as you babbled out incoherent pleas. 

“I have to admit, my patience is wearing thin so I’ll only keep this up for a little longer.” You sobbed in relief at his words. “Once I’m ready to come, I’m gonna fuck your ass. Remember how much you liked it before? It won’t be nearly as pleasurable this time and you certainly won’t be able to come from it.” 

“No- no, please.” You said, panicked. The thought of being empty was enough to intensify your crying. “Please- I don’t care if I don’t come, just please fuck me.” You whimpered. 

“Shh, it’s okay.” He said softly, but you just shook your head. 

“No, I- I need your cock- please!” 

“How do I know you won’t come?” He asked, slowing his fingers to a stop before removing them, making you whimper at the emptiness. 

“I won’t! Please- I promise I won’t!” He watched you cry for a moment before cursing under his breath and working on taking his cock out of his pants. 

“Can’t fucking say no to you.” He muttered, helping you to lay down on the couch as he crawled over you. The second he pushed in, you let out a relieved sob that turned into a whine when you tried to move your arms. 

“Please- I want to touch you. Please let me touch you.” You whimpered, watching the way his brows furrowed as his mouth opened in a silent moan when he was all the way in. 

“I can’t, you still need to be punished.” He said breathlessly and you sobbed the hardest you have all night so far.  

“Please! Please- I’m sorry!” You cried and he shushed you as he brought a hand up to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. 

“I know, it’s okay.” He cupped your cheek and leaned down to kiss you as he slowly started moving. Trailing kisses up your jaw to your ear, he whispered, “You’re doing so well, little one. Making me feel so good.” You sobbed harder at the pet name— not used to such affection from him. 

“Oh god,” You moaned, already feeling close again. When he picked up the pace and began kissing and marking your neck, you started panting again. You tried to at least tone down your sobbing a little bit, but after you started, it was really hard to stop. 

“Fuck- I’m already close.” He whined, rutting into you desperately now. His hands never left your body as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out quiet moans and shaky breaths. When he stilled with a low groan, your cunt ached at the way his cock was twitching inside you, painting your walls with his come. After a moment, his moans stopped and he was panting heavily into your shoulder. When he started pulling out, you sobbing intensified. 

“No! Please- please don’t- not yet.” You whimpered. 

“I need to get this off of you.” He said, lifting his head from your neck to look at the straight jacket. 

“I don’t care- just please don’t leave yet.” You cried. 

“Okay- It’s okay. Sit up like this.” He maneuvered you so that he was sitting on the couch and you were straddling his hips, his cock never leaving you. He started working on the straight jacket, unbuckling all of it until he could slip it off if you and toss it on the floor. Now that your hands were free, you realized that you couldn’t even do anything with them, not without making him uncomfortable. So you continued crying. 

“Okay, just- come here.” He muttered, pulling you down to lay on his chest. Your hands gripped his shoulders tight as you turned your cheek, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his skin. His hands fumbled around for a moment before eventually settling on your hips and you knew that he was probably miserable right now. Honestly you’re surprised he didn’t just throw you off of him instead. 

“I’m sorry- I…” He shushed you, not letting you continue babbling out apologies. 

“Just breathe.” He said softly and you couldn’t help but obey. You let out a slow shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down. “That’s it. Just focus on breathing. You did so well for me, I’m very proud.” You let out another quiet sob at the praise and shushed you again as he moved a hand up to your hair, lightly stroking it to soothe you. 

“You’re okay.” He said softly. “Just breathe— you’re okay.”

Part 9

(For the sake of the plot, bestie is no longer taking oral contraceptives because he had her get an iud or something back in Arkham lol)

#jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #scarecrow x reader smut #scarecrow #exposure therapy

[asherashedwings]

PICOS SCHOOL DESIGN DUMP

Pico

So, I decided that my previous designs for a lot of these characters are going to be more-so their designs during the events of the Pico’s School games. So when they were kids. Like, some will be a bit different, but for the most part, that’s how it is. So then these new designs are them as adults.

When trying to figure out Pico’s design, I didn’t know how I wanted his outfit in this new design to differ from his previous. Cuz like, that’s already the perfect Pico fit. But then I realized “omg, it’d be so much funnier if I DIDN’T change it.” Cuz he is definitely the type of me to be wearing the same clothes he’s had since middle school.

Like, Cass or Nin come back for a rematch, and they both look super different, and then they look at Pico and he looks NO DIFFERENT than last time they saw him.

Darnell

I immediately broke my rule with the previous designs with Darnell, cuz I just really liked the previous design’s outfit and was like “eh, imma use that for his adult design, and just change the kid design.”

I imagine he got that varsity jacket like, custom made, and it was like super fuckin expensive. But like, when he got it, he decided “wait, I don’t want the sleeves” and just ripped them off 💀

Can’t have long sleeves when you’re always working with fire ig.

Nene

I think Nene is the one I’ve drawn in alt. outfits the most. What can I say, I just really like drawing her and messing around with her clothes. So I had a lot of previous pieces of mine I could look back on for reference.

The main change that isn’t outfit related is her hair. I just decided to dick around and see what looked good, and landed on that. I think it looks pretty good, idk.

Also, gave her a WWJD bracelet cuz sometimes I forget she’s Christian and I thought it was funny.

Reminded me of this one stupid idea I had, featuring my very headcanoned version of the G-Squad:

Like, the G-Squad are doing their whole cult thing, worshipping the Peniliens, when the Pico trio burst in, and Nene says something like “THERE IS ONLY ONE LORD AND SAVIOR, AND HIS NAME IS JESUS CHRIST.”

And then they kick their asses, idk.

Also, here, them as kids. Pico just got spikier as he got older

Okay, time for some antags 💥💥💥

Cassandra

She was actually the first redesign I made in this batch.

Main change: Beard. I just sorta wanted to make the Penilien duo more androgynous. I imagine that they don’t really care about transitioning that much, since they don’t have the same gender roles and stereotypes as humans. Just “I’m [insert gender here], that’s it.” Also, I just think Cass slayed with a beard.

I also wanted to incorporate shaped from their alien forms more into their human disguises. So I gave Cass these big sleeve things to sorts emulate the big bulky arms she has in her true form.

One of her pincers is also chipped. This comes from the fact that in Pico’s School, one of her horn-hair things is shorter than the other, and I wanted to find a way to incorporate that.

Damien

I don’t think there’s much to say here that I have already said while talking about Cassandra.

I imagine Damien does less to hide his alien features, since he has a huge superiority complex and thinks Peniliens are superior anyways, so like, why hide his true colors? Why hide what makes him greater than everyone around him?

So yeah, that’s why he keeps his tail out.

Nin

YIPPEE, HEAVYILY HEADCANONED CHARACTER TIME‼️‼️

So Nin differs with the whole “previous design is them as a kid” thing, cuz he doesn’t really age past his age in Pico’s School. Cuz bro dies.

(Also, quick HC timeline: Pico 1 and “Pico 2” (the conflict with the robo-kids) both take place in middle school, while what I call “Pico 3” (the conflict with the G-Squad) happens in high school. So that’s why Nin appears less child-like; he’s a high schooler)

So like, I hc that when Pico killed Nin, Nin pulled some necromancy bullshit and revived HIMSELF. Cuz idk, that feels like some bullshit Pico’s School would pull.

So now he’s undead. His hair also sorta resembles horns cuz it’s sorta to symbolize his devotion to the Peniliens. If y’all are interested in hearing all the HCs I have for the G-Squad (or just PS in general), I might share more at a later date.

That’s all for now tho.

Bonus:

My color palettes for these fuckers. They’re all named after the MSI songs I associate with each of them. I do not support MSI, I just really like the music and it reminds me of Pico’s School for some reason, so I always listen to a lot of it whenever I get sucked back into this fandom

#ashedwings post #ashedwings art #picos school nene #picos school cassandra #pico’s school #picos school #pico's school #picos school darnell #picos school pico #pico’s cousin 2 damien #pico’s cousin 2 #pico’s school g squad #darnell pico’s school #nene pico's school #pico pico's school #cassandra pico's school

[mister-qi]

Mr. Qi Friendship and Romance Mod: 4/19 Progress Update

It's a working title, I'm trying to come up with something less wordy that still will pop up in Nexus searches.

I wanted to be able to track my progress, mainly for myself, but if you're curious, this is the state of the mod right now:

Writing:

Heart Events - the 2 heart event is fully written (with blocking directions), and the 6, 8, and 10 heart events are outlined. The 4 heart cutscene currently has me a bit stumped; I have ideas, but nothing concrete yet. I definitely now understand why Sam's 4 heart cutscene is him dropping an egg. 14 hearts is on the back-burner as a little treat to myself once I get further into things.

Generic Daily Dialogues - about 1/3 done, probably the highest priority for writing. I'm leaving his vanilla casino dialogue as the two heart dialogue, and the vanilla Walnut Room dialogue as his four heart dialogue, with a few small changes. And, since it's me, I have more marriage dialogue written than anything else...

Day-Specific Dialogues - very few written, lower priority. Hoping to have a lot of these made eventually, and I have plenty of ideas, but they aren't necessary for the core of the mod so they're on the back-burner for now.

Gift Dialogues - all 5 generic gift response dialogues are written, with an additional 22 dialogue lines for specific items/groups of items. I'm also up to around item 530 in figuring out what item corresponds to which dialogue/whether or not he likes it. Certain item groups, like cooked food, still need more lines, however. This is definitely something that should be low priority, but also something I'm really enjoying working on. Some personal favorites so far are-

[if given a fish (hated)]: "Eugh, it's all slimy..."

[if given a legendary fish (disliked)]: "If you must give me one of the rarest fish in the valley, can you at least wrap it so I don't have to touch it with my bare hands?"

And I think that's pretty funny.

Art

Portraits - 3 new portraits finished: "deep frown" "glint" and "glasses-less". I'll probably be messing with "glasses-less" for a looong while; it's first shown at a dramatic moment so it needs to look good. Blushing portraits are next on the docket.

Here's "glint" btw, with a background thrown on so I can have a custom icon. You know I gotta make him do the anime glasses thing a few times.

Sprites - no progress yet. Walk cycle is up next after I finish the blushing portraits. Did you know he doesn't have a walk cycle at all? [1.6 spoilers] in the cheated Summit cutscene where he attacks(?) you, he literally just slides at you very fast. Anyways, I may also change his map sprite a bit as well, since it was drawn to match his old portrait and doesn't actually have the same color scheme as his sprites. Note to self: is it possible to make the sparkles on his outfit prismatic?

Maps - no progress yet. The 6 heart and 10 heart cutscenes both require custom maps, with the 6 heart one being a fully custom asset. 10 heart recycles some existing assets but will still need some custom stuff done as well.

Misc Sprites - in my head, there's a dream version of the 8 heart cutscene that has so, so many unique sprites. Like an incredible amount of stuff. I think it'll kick ass, but also that sequence could be done with a few lines of text. So, for now, it's low priority. But maybe in a few months I'll put out a request for help.

Implementation

Not totally sure how to split this into sections yet, as I'm very much still in the preliminary stages so far. To say that I'm feeling overwhelmed is an understatement; documentation on the wiki swings wildly between "an asset is a file in a video game" and "this is an advanced tutorial. Read these 4 other pages first before continuing."

I've started using Ms. Coriel's NPC Creator which has been good for setting up the basic file structure, but ultimately doesn't cover some of the more complex stuff I want to do. EDIT: Turns out it's completely outdated for 1.6! Had to throw out a bit of work, but I still learned from it so it's fiiine.

I think setting up his "schedule" will be a challenge, in that I don't actually want him to have a real schedule like most NPCs. Not to pull back the curtain too much here, but I want him to "exist" in both the Casino and the Walnut Room simultaneously, which is to say, he does not exist in two places at once in the narrative, just in the code. This will change after marriage, however.

My next goal is to set up placeholder cutscenes for each of the heart events, and then to implement the generic daily dialogues once those are finished.

Final Notes

God, this will be a work in progress for a while, but I'm enjoying it! Definitely enjoying the writing more than anything else, but hey, that's how it be. I've got around 70 lines of dialogue written, a bit of art done, and I've started learning how to actually get stuff in game. I've always been more of a designer than a coder, but it's getting there!

ADDITIONALLY I've decided that if I abandon this project for more than 8 months, anyone is welcome to request my work so far and use it for their own mod. If this blog hasn't posted in a long while, feel free to send me an ask or message! I may say no, however.

Ultimately, I want this mod to exist in some fashion. While there is an existing one, I have a pretty different take on the character and I want to share it with you all! Every line of dialogue, every heart event, every little detail needs to share something interesting about a character and their world. Yet, Mr. Qi is a mysterious guy, and I think some things should be left up to player interpretation. And I think it's crucial to be able to match his tone and voice to the vanilla game, while also expanding on his characterization. It's a fun challenge to write, and I hope the finished product, uh, well I hope it gets finished mostly, but I think it'll be pretty good.

Thanks for reading all this. This is largely just a stream of consciousness for myself, but I hope it's...interesting, or something?

#MrQiFAR #mister qi #mr qi #sdv modding #rambles

[dendro-bunny]

Drawn to you like the sea to the shore ======================

Rafayel X Reader

(A/N): bro- why am I actually like this man having inspiration to write at 12 am. Like am I ok? Idk anyway I wrote this in one sitting and I forgot how to write… it’s been so long :(

Warning: Suggestive, pretty fluffy, light body dysmorphia (why does this work have a ‘y’ in it? Like English please chill for once!) 

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As you push the door from your bathroom you look at your boyfriend bashfully. You pull on your dress away from your body. You give a small cough to draw his attention.

“Ahem… Ralfy? Uh are you sure this is ok? I’m not sure this is the right outfit for me?” You start shifting on your heels.

Smugly he opens his mouth to say something, then he looks up from his phone and his jaw drops. The words escape him with a gasp. His eyes rake over your figure drinking the sight of you in. In what feels like forever he looks at your face through his lashes.

“Sorry was distracted, what did you say cutie?” Rafayel gives you a cunning smile while tilting his head.

“Maybe I should take it off-” you go to turn around to the bathroom and feel yourself be tugged. You feel your back hit a chest and you look up to see Rafayel staring at you with a serious expression. As your big doe eyes look at him he groans and stuffs his face in your neck.

“Don’t take it off my muse, you look like a true masterpiece. One that I could never recreate.” You feel his hands start to trace your sides, from the bottom of your thighs up to your shoulders. Paying extra attention to every curve and crevice of your body.

“God and the scent you have on drives me wild-“ he cuts himself off by inhaling you deeply before letting out a groan. “I know you think you look bad but babe trust me you look ravishing, the way your hair sculpts your face and your eyes give off the most gorgeous hue, not to mention your lips.” He turns you to face him. His hand caresses your face. A hand firmly pulls you close to him as he plants a feverish kiss against your mouth. Like he’s depraved and hungry for you.

Rafayel was always passionate about everything he does, when inspiration strikes that is. When it came to you he always had inspiration. Always knew what to say to you always knew how to hold you even, if he was a big tease about it. With his kisses he always puts his 100 into it. All the words that elude him he puts into his kisses.

He pulls away only to breathe for a moment before leaving hungry pecks on your lips and jaw. “Maybe I should take that off of you, and show you how much I want you.” You can only whimper not being able to get a word out.

Your common sense tells you to push him away so you actually make it to Ms. Talia’s event on time for once, but the other part of you wants him to. It wants him to so bad. Your skin feels like his evol is crawling underneath it. You feel your back pushed against a cool surface.

“Raf- Rafayel please.” “What are you asking for cutie? Fishies like me don’t understand human gestures.” He taunts with a laugh. He goes back to leaving marks over your neck and shoulders.

“Please… T-Talia is waiting for us…” You barely manage to push out between pants. He grumbles something against your neck and huffs. “Rafayel we promised to be on time this time.” You give him pleading eyes and he caves. He steps back as a groan of annoyance comes from his puffy lips.

“Why did you have to go and make that promise babe, especially when you look so good.” He gives you a lovesick smile and squeezes your hips. “Then I’ll change so you aren’t so… distracted.” You look at him as his eyes scan over your freshly made bruises.

“Good luck with that cutie, I’m always distracted by you. No matter what you, especially when you aren’t wearing anything and you’re in my bed underneath- Oof.” You cut him off by throwing a nearby plush at him. You scream a few profanities at him and walk into the bathroom trying to hide your flushed expression.

“Yeah you do that a lot underneath me to- ow! Was that a toilet paper roll?!” He picks up his expensive toilet paper laughing.

“Next time it’s the whole toilet!” You slam the door and a howl of laughter comes from the other side of the door. You swear that lemurian was gonna be the death of you.

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Holy shit did not think I’d write again- but like THIS MAN HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD LIKE THE PURE FILTH IN MY MIND OF HIM IS IMMACULATE-

Ahem anyway maybe I’ll write more but this is a gift, very late valentines gift XD

#bunnix writes #bunnix #fluff #suggestive #rafayel #love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x reader #rafayel x you #bunnix simps again #bunnix returns?! #rusty writing

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Confidence Booster

You get advice from Aphrodite on how to feel more self-confident in yourself and get a new outfit, but your lover is quick to assure you otherwise that you have no reason to feel self-conscious.

It had been a rough couple of weeks on your confidence, once again, swimsuit season was upon you, girls wearing bikinis and more risqué looking swimsuits, men ogling, and for flat chested girls like you, it was the envious time of year. You had been feeling a bit shy around your lover, feeling inadequate; he had noticed your change in mood and the slight change in your wardrobe, where you were wearing looser tops, ones that hid your figure a bit more, on top at least. Aphrodite was the one who actually approached you, having also seen the change in your demeanor and had seen your envious looks at her and other, more endowed, women. She wasn’t cruel or teasing in anyway and actually gave me some great words of wisdom that the sexiest thing on women was confidence. If a woman was comfortable in a swimsuit, the air of confidence is what gets men to look at her, not just the half-naked body. She told you to get some clothes, a new outfit that would make you feel confident and to wear it around your lover and see his reaction. You were a bit hesitant at first but wanted to try anything that would help, and you immediately went out shopping.

According to the ladies in the shop, this dress had been dubbed the Virgin Killer Dress, which was a bit intimidating, but once you had it on, you felt so naughty, but at the same time, exhilarated, something deep inside you swelling up and you instantly bought it. Once home, you tried it on again, looking at yourself in the floor length mirror you had in your bedroom, a faint blush on your cheeks but a smile on your lips. You felt so pretty and sexy! For the first time in weeks, you felt confident about your looks, twirling in front of the mirror, before you beamed, your hands on your hips before they smoothed across your belly, feeling the soft fabric, “I wonder what he’ll think about this dress.” Your bedroom door opened, and you turned, eyes wide as your eyes met his own.

-Buddha- He blinked once, then twice, eyes wide, seeing the dress on your thin body, swallowing hard as he saw that your back was bare before his eyes went back to your face that was bright red. You weren’t ready to show him this dress just yet, not mentally prepared, but obviously he was as he quickly entered, stalking towards you. You squeaked, stepping back towards your closet and his hands slammed down on either side of your head, pinning you to the closet door as you looked up at him. His eyes were blown wide, and steam seemed to be coming from his mouth as he smirked, his bright eyes looking at you, over the top of his glasses, “I know we made plans to go out, but I think we’re going to stay here instead.” His wild, almost feral look made your own body grow hot as your breath hitched, his hands going to your shoulders, sliding down your bare back as he pulled you closer, a soft whine escaping you before his hands slid forward, pulling the dress so your chest was exposed, the dress bunched in the middle. He licked his lips like you were one the tastiest treats he had ever seen before he kneeled, grabbing your right thigh before hiking it up over his shoulder as his other hand, his nails, scratched gently down your body from your shoulder, over one of your nipples, making you jolt slightly as he grinned up at you, eyes bright, “I’m going to devour you!” Needless to say, he liked the dress and requested you to wear it more often.

-Hercules- He turned white in shock, eyes wide and jaw dropped, seeing you standing there in such an outfit. Your breath hitched as you faced him, your hands coming up to your chest and he saw the skin of your exposed back in the mirror. You turned a bit shy, seeing his reaction, quietly pondering if he liked it or not, twirling a piece of hair around your index finger, “Do- do you like it?” his shocked façade quickly dropped as he stood up straight, making it look like he was towering over you, shadows covering the top part of his face, but you could see the red glints of his eyes. You felt like a rabbit staring at a lion, as a little squeak escaped your lips. You took a step back and tripped over the shirt you had been wearing earlier, falling back and he froze, seeing a pair of pale pink panties now on full display and instantly he lunged, pinning you to the ground. You didn’t see this side of Hercules very often, as he was usually sweet and gentle around you, but you weren’t complaining as his hands grabbed your hips, moving so his hips were between your legs as he seemed to leer down at you, “I’m not going to be gentle- not today. Not while you look like this.” the smile on your lips betrayed your blush as he could see that you were happy with his reaction as you grabbed the front of his shirt, batting your eyes demurely up at him as he was quick to descend down onto you.

-Poseidon- He folded his arms under his own chest, an eyebrow rising as he took in the outfit you were wearing. It was rather alluring, almost naughty. He approached with a small sound leaving him, one you couldn’t place as he circled you like a stalking shark, looking at your body, making you feel a bit shy. He saw that you were nervous and grabbed your chin, his grip firm but not hurting as he made you look up at him, “Is this what you and Aphrodite were talking about?” You glanced away for a moment as his hand dropped from your chin, moving instead to your shoulder, circling again, his hand trailing down your bare back slowly. The more he saw the more he grew closer to jumping your bones as you answered him, “She told me to get something that makes me feel confident in myself.” Your words surprised him, as your felt his hand still, only for a moment, before he embraced you from behind, one hand sliding across your lower belly to grip the opposite hip while the other trailed up your body to your neck, giving it a soft squeeze, meant to get your attention. He turned you both so you were staring at the mirror, the hand on my hip lowering to grab the end of the dress, pulling it up so he could see the pale blue panties you were wearing, his favorite pair. He hummed softly into your neck before pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, “I need to show you how sexy you are then, so you never doubt yourself again.” Your breath hitched as he sat down on top of the kotatsu in your room, making you sit on his lap, your legs over his, holding you open so he could see everything in the mirror as he let out a small growl, his hand lowering from your neck and down to your hips.

-Hades- He was on you in almost an instant, pinning you to the closet door, one hand pinning both of your wrists above your head while the other was cupping your cheek, one leg slid between your own, forcing them apart. You were surprised by his forwardness as his eyes seemed to burn into your own, a dark smirk appearing on his lips as his tongue poked out to lick them, “My-my, such a provocative outfit, my little rabbit. Was this what you were talking to Aphrodite about~ to learn how to seduce me?” You couldn’t help but stammering, face flushed which made his grin widen before you looked away, a bit shy before you gave a soft nod, “She gave me advice on what to do to be more confident in myself.” This made him pause, his hand releasing your wrists, moving to your waist to hug you to him as the other cupped your cheek, “Confident in yourself? Did something happen that made you question your beauty?” Your eyes avoided his own, a silent tell for not wanting to talk as your hands gripped his shirt, “My… are you okay that-that my chest is tiny?” The question made him pause before he chuckled softly, grinding his thigh up into your crotch, making your breath hitch slightly but it got your attention back on him, eyes wide, “My silly little rabbit~ your small chest adds to your charm, I can’t see you any other way, but if you need a confidence booster. I’m happy to oblige to show you what you do to me.” his voice dropped in tone, making your voice hitch as his hands were quick to catch yours again, pinning you down once more.

-Loki- He let out a low whistle, looking at you up and down as he approached quickly, taking one hand in his, making you twirl for him, “My-my-my, what a delightful looking outfit~ not really appropriate for what we had planned.” You had made plans to go out together, but he wasn’t supposed to be there for another hour or so. He backed you to your bed, making you sit before he crawled onto the bed to hang over you, forcing you to your back, his knees on either side of your hips as he grinned like he was going to get a special present, “Or was that your plan all along, to seduce me in staying home and making me ravage you for hours?” steam was coming off your face and head from how hard you were blushing, but he relished each shade you turned, as teasing you and getting you riled up was one of his favorite things to do. However, seeing you in such an outfit, and hearing your words questioning if he would like it, made him feel so warm and happy inside, that you did this just for him. He licked his lips again, his eyes narrowing as his hands went to your bed on either side of your head, lowering to where your noses were barely touching, “Not that I’m not happy about seeing you in such an outfit, you don’t have to try very hard to seduce me, Y/N. You could just wink at me, and I’d be more than happy to rail you into the bed.” You let out a squeak which made him grin which grew as a smile appeared on your lips. You had no idea that he was going to like it this much, turning your head a bit bashfully to the side, “But I bought two more in different colors, do you want me to not wear them?” like electricity was in his eyes he seemed to snap, and he pounced with a grin, relishing the delighted squeal you gave him.

-Odin- His dear ravens had reported to their master about what Aphrodite and you had spoken about, it annoyed the Norse god that the Greek goddess was giving you advice that you didn’t need. You were stunning to him, but to hear that you were feeling bad about yourself helped him make his decision that he needed to show you that you didn’t need Aphrodite’s advice. However, standing in the doorway to your bedroom, seeing you in such an outfit, just for him, after he had heard your words, he looked like a wolf ready to pounce, a smirk appearing on his lips and a glint in his eye. You felt a bit embarrassed being caught, as you weren’t ready to show him the dress just yet; you wanted to leap into your closet to get dressed and he noticed the movement and he spoke, “Come here.” You tensed only slightly at his command, recognizing the tone, and you felt your cheeks warming as you approached, your hands up by your chest, feeling a bit shy under his gaze. He leered down at you, “Turn around, show me your dress.” You turned, showing him your bare back in the low-cut dress. He kept having you turn, showing him the different angles of the dress, holding your arms up so he could see the sides. You felt yourself getting hot just by the way he was leering at you, a hungry look in his eye. He pointed to the kotatsu you kept in your room, giving you another command, “Sit and face me.” You did as you were told, sitting on the edge of the kotatsu, facing him as he kneeled, pulling his hair back into a ponytail, “Spread your legs.” Your breath hitched which made him smirk up at you before you followed his instructions. He grabbed one of your ankles before pressing a soft kiss to your calf, “I need to reward the gift you have presented me with.” His other hand slid up your other leg, up to your thigh as he pressed kisses to your other leg, slowly trailing up, keeping his eye locked with yours.

-Kojiro- He instantly turned, a blush on his face, “I’m sorry for walking in on you! I should have knocked!” he had a hand to his face, to keep him from looking at you, but he wanted nothing more to look again and again and never look away. He wasn’t prepared to have your hands grab onto his shirt, making him freeze as you spoke, “I-I wanted to wear this for you, Kojiro. Do you like it?” he turned back, hearing your words, you looked so precious, so innocent, looking up at him, but the outfit that clung to your body made him betray himself as his hands met your hips, before he froze again, feeling your bare back, and he pulled away. You turned, showing him the back of the dress and he slowly felt himself slipping as you continued to act shy, asking him if he liked it. Kojiro snapped as you twirled, flashing a bit of your pink panties and almost instantly he was on top of you, having easily taken you to the ground, one of his large hands pinning your own above your head, making your spine arch a bit, your chest sticking up. He smirked down at you, a feral, wild look in his eyes, “You are playing a dangerous game, Y/N, tempting me like this.” You squeaked cutely before you spoke, looking away, “I wanted to be more confident before I showed it to you.” His free hand cupped the back of your leg, squeezing the fat of your thigh just a bit as he pulled it up around his hip, grinding down into your core which caused a moan to rip from your throat, “Confident you say? Do you feel confident when I’m reacting like this?” You didn’t answer, panting softly and he bucked again, “Answer me!” a breathy moan was his answer as you tried to get your hands free, wanting to touch him. He chuckled softly, his eyes flashing brightly down at you, “Guess I’ll need to prove this to you, so you never have to question your confidence again. Now your endurance, I’ll have you questioning that very quickly.” He grinded again, making another moan tear from your throat as he finally attacked.

-Jack- He was frozen in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in your form in the dress, which barely covered anything, his heart rate slowly increasing. Your inner colors told him you were embarrassed but also happy, seeing him in shock, and what made him snap out of his trance that you put him in, was arousal. You were getting excited about the way he was looking at you. He chuckled softly, loosening his tie around his neck before rolling his sleeves up, as he had removed his hat and coat at the front door, “My dear, you look absolutely delightful wearing such an alluring dress, all for me if I’m to assume?” You nodded softly, a smile appearing, “I did, do you like it?” before you gave a dainty twirl, making his throat clench only slightly before he swallowed hard, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. He lowered his stance only slightly, confusing you as his mismatched eyes met my own, “Make me work for my treat. Run.” He lunged at you, and you were quick to dodge, a squeal leaving your lips as you ran out of the room and he gave chase, finding the hunt sometimes more exhilarating than the reward. This chasing game was nothing new for Jack, it got your blood pumping and made it feel so much naughtier once he caught you, but it felt particularly risqué today, seeing your bare back just out of his grasp. You rounded a corner into the living room, and he tackled you onto the large sofa, a squeal leaving your lips. He sat up while pinning your hands down before he froze, seeing that your sweater had been pulled down a bit, revealing your nipples on either side and he chuckled darkly, lower his head, you could feel the hot puffs of air he was releasing on your lips, “Now then~ what should I enjoy first, hmm?” You let out a small moan at his words, the sound shooting from his brain to his crotch instantly, a groan leaving his own lips.

-Huang- He leaned against the doorway, a smile on his face as he took in your body, “Ooh~ how lovely. Of course, I love it.” the smile on your lips made his heart warm as he stood straight, approaching you, looking almost like a tiger stalking towards its prey. He smirked, seeing you take a step back as his eyes flashed, chuckling darkly, “Ah-ah, no running away~ you’re the one who seduced me, little rabbit. If you run, I’ll have no choice but to chase~” As tempting as that sounded, as you’ve done it before, you hesitated, allowing his arms to hug you to his warm body. He hummed in delight, feeling your bare back and he looked to the mirror, a feral smirk appearing, seeing the naked skin. His hands began to stroke your back, mapping out patterns as his lips met your cheek, peppering it with soft kisses, moving around your face, ignoring your lips as his hands drifted lower, rubbing your hips before he felt the band of your panties. His lips finally met yours, almost ravenously, forcing his tongue into your mouth to play; a tiny moan escaped you and he instantly moved his hands down, leaning over to cup your thighs, pulling you up easily so your legs wrapped around his hips. He was quick to pin you to the bed, looming over you, his hands stroking down your thighs, forcing the dress up a bit before he pulled back, panting softly, seeing the red panties hugging your hips. He smirked, his hands coming to your hips and rubbing upwards, his thumbs finding your nipples behind my dress, making you whine softly as he focused in on your nipples, rubbing the fabric of the dress against them, “I enjoy seeing you completely bare when I make you mine, but I think I’ll make an exception for this dress, since it was all just for me.” You gave him a small smile, happy that he liked your surprise, even though you weren’t ready to show him just yet, as his hands trailed down your body again.

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[marchsfreakshow]

Only Me [John B]

Smut

You're planning to head out to John B's boat with him, but halfway through your outfit decision, he just can't help himself.

Um, Christ yeah. Another obx fic I'm not sorry I'm slightly obsessed with this man. Cover made by me and yes that is me in the cover, do not comment on my body. Prepare to be blocked if you do.

Warnings!: Possessive John B, dub-con (almost), praise & degredation, PnV, nearly Dark!John B, fem!Reader (but that's obvious), crud smut writing :p

18+!- MINORS DNI. READ MY SFW WORKS

No one's perspective.

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You adjusted the belt in front of the mirror, tugging at it a bit. Letting out a sigh, and cocking your head, you looked over to John B, who just seemed to be staring at you. A regular sight for you. Trying on an outfit in front of the floor-length mirror, and he'd be sitting there staring and admiring you with half-lidded eyes. Lust was what the man felt whenever you got changed regularly. Seeing how different clothes of yours fit you, and they encuatined parts of your body.

The jeans you were adjusting once belonged to your mom, she was a bit bigger than you, so you both figured these old jeans would fit you fine. They hugged your butt almost perfectly, making it seem more perky than it already was. They fit around your thighs the way you wanted and flared at the bottom a bit. The knee area was slightly discoloured from wear after the years, but to you, that made it look better. Constantly staring and posing slightly made you huff, and you turned around to John B. "What should I do with these? Like, what top?"

"Hm?" He shook his head out of whatever fantasy he was thinking deeply about and shrugged. "I don't mind, everything looks good on you." The sentence was ended with a wink, which you rolled your eyes at. At the moment you were just wearing a pyjama top, so you went through your tops drawer and picked out a normal, sage t-shirt, and a light blue tank top. A few holes near the top of it, but you didn't mind. No one would care really. That's what John B thought anyway, to you everyone would probably stare at you, positively or negatively.

You switched your pyjama top for the sage one and figured it would look better once you actually put a bra on. Your head swished around to your boyfriend again. "Does this one look okay?" You ask, doing mini poses while going back to yourself in the mirror.

"You know the answer to that." He winked at you again, immediately melting you inside. That wink-and-smile combo could kill you at any given point. It earned a giggle out of you, so you took the t-shirt off and replaced it with a tank top. The small poses started again and you hummed as you checked yourself out. "Fuck.." John B let out a small whine, but loud enough so you heard. You turned around and walked a bit closer to your boyfriend.

"You okay darl'?" You asked. He stood up and looked at you darkly. Before any other words could be said he grabbed the button of your jeans, pulling you close. A blush appeared as your body was immediately pulled to his. Harsh kisses were exchanged and as soon as you pulled away, "Fuck, what, was that?"

"you're wearing this outfit for me only. Understand?" He whispered harshly in your ear. His hands were wrapped around your waist, and your fingers gripped at the loose shirt he wore. You nodded as you gulped thickly. Just as quickly as you took a breath, John B stole it away from you and kissed you again just like he did a second ago. Instinctively, you sort of hobbled backwards, your legs hitting the back of your bed. "Mine." He hissed as you were pushed onto the bed.

He hastily undid your trousers, yanking them off you. It made you let out a small groan at the feeling, but you happily let it happen. "These,, are mine." He gripped your thighs, referencing the fact that the jeans curved around your butt and thighs perfectly. "Hips up." You obliged as soon as he said the words hips and pulled your underwear off.

"John B.." you whined as a knee was placed between your thighs. It took every ounce of self-control in you to not grind against his knee, your own desire for him growing with every kiss he placed on your neck. He stared into your eyes, his soul-baring into yours, as he threw his top in one direction and his shorts in the other.

"Such a good slut, wet already and I haven't even touched you." He chuckled lowly, leaning over you. He was telling the truth. Seeing John B so possessive and horny for one simple outfit made you feel warm and wet. His own feelings didn't help when he was looking down at you. Your hair spayed in all directions, your hands resting around the crooks of his neck, and your legs spread wide already for him.

In response, you nodded, but he tutted and took hold of your chin, pulling you up. Your noses were touching and your elbows helped you up. "You're so wet, aren't you? Who fucking for?" He asked "Huh? Tell me." He impatiently waited for an answer.

"you, John B. I'm wet, for you." You breathed heavily. He let go of your chin, and you threw yourself back down onto the mattress.

"good girl."

Those two words made a groan escape your lips, and you impatiently pulled him down to kiss him again. "Pup.." John B chuckled, reaching down to his cock. Every word that left him drove you crazy and the desire for him just grew.

Heavy and breathy kisses were exchanged as John B was jerking himself off. Almost painstakingly slowly, it felt like torture. A grin plastered on his face while you desperately kissed him. You knew he was revelling in the fact that he had this effect on you. So desperate for his dick, practically humping his thigh, just for some pressure on your clit. "awe, so cute." The man on top of you chuckled.

His chuckle sent a shiver down your spine, but it was interrupted by a loud moan. He finally thrust deep into you, and your reaction could have been in porn. How quick and deep he went into you, and how your back arched. A hand immediately slapped over your mouth. "not so loudly. You want the others to hear you?"

You shook your head as you muffled your moans into John B's large hand. "Words pup."

"No...no I don't." You groaned out as he continued to thrust into you, almost drilling you as he stretched your pretty cunt out.

"such a good puppy." His brown curls landed on your neck, and his face was hidden by your skin. Occasionally small bites made you let out a little 'yeowch-' In-between your moans. Marks left in the subtle crooks and crevices of your neck, so people would know you were John B's girl.

Quicker and harder.

It was becoming difficult to be quiet, your knees pushed to your stomach, tears threatening to leave your eyes. You knew your limits, he knew his. His pace wouldn't slow unless he saw an uncomfortable look on your face. In fact, it was the opposite, you were biting the blanket you stuffed in your mouth, eyes practically gone into the top of your head, and your hands gripping any fabric or skin they could find.

"You feel so good pup." He groaned as he thrust up harder than he had before, and you felt his nails dig into you. "Fuck...Gon.. gonna come." The man on top of you whimpered, it sent a jolt of pleasure through you, hearing the usually dominant man whimper that he was gonna cum.

Those pretty little moans of him overwhelmed you. Your orgasm came and ended quick. But he felt your cunt throbbing, every throb sending him closer. His own urge to edge himself, and make you come twice, backed down once the ropes of cum ended up in you.

As you lowered your arched back, you felt John B's weight on top of you. "I love you." You sleepily whispered, reaching a tired hand to John B's hair. He let out a happy sigh, laying on top of you. But not a few minutes went by, before he pulled out of you, and immediately grabbed a small random towel off the floor, cleaning you up.

"I love you too my puppy." He whispered, smiling widely at you.

"You still want to go out to the boat?"

"Nah."

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Tag: @slvt4jamesmarch

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[randelion-red]

More Gen Rex redesigns! Featuring some first drafts for new builds that have been on my mind for several years now!

Explanation and details can be found under the Read More:

Head's up, I put a lot of thought into my designs but I'll try to make it as brief as I can manage!

Breach Section:

To start, Breach! (insert dendy_yay.sfx) The simplicity and effectiveness of her design is something I wouldn't dream of messing with. That being said, I love the concept of characters changing their appearance as time progresses and development occurs; and since I have a fanfic that will eventually get into "season 4+" territory, I wanted to create some post-canon designs that reflects these things.

As such, she has two and a half redesigns here so to speak. To the very left she has another style where she sports a hair-clip that keeps the hair out of half her face. Nothing changes otherwise -- but this small addition, which could have been given to her by anyone, represents her opening up to others, even if only slightly.

Her design in the middle is far more substantial, given her haircut slightly shorter than its original length and styled in a bun that completely reveals her face; a black jumper skirt; loose thigh high leggings as opposed to knee-socks; combat boots; and a hand-me-down shirt from Rex.

...Now, the reason why she's wearing a hand-me-down shirt from Rex is a minor spoiler for my fanfic, but since it will take an indeterminate number of years to get there anyway, I'll just say its similar to boyfriend-hoodie phenomena but not it exactly.

In any case, these changes represent a drastic shift in her personality and relationships. At this point she no longer associates with Van Kleiss and Abysus, and wears all black to mourn the symbolic loss of the only family she knew. But she remains strong, given the unique dangers she and the other characters now face, fixes her posture, cuts her own hair, and stylizes it to feel cute and reaffirm her own worth. That Rex also finds it cute is purely coincidental.

And then we have her design to the very right! To address the Evo in the room, she and Rex are, in fact, holding hands here! I think its the first time I ever drew them doing that, but it won't be the last -- and this design is meant to be a visual parallel to Rex's given their dependence on each other and romantic involvement at that point in the narrative.

In this design, she lets her hair down once more but cuts her bangs so that her face remains fully revealed, representing her commitment to confronting the world and all the obstacles she faces; she wears a puffy-sleeved top with a large bow that's similar to what a doll would wear -- her choosing to dress up this way ties in to her interest in decorating things and having so much self-worth that she would regard herself as her own prized possession; and her top being red is significant as it invokes the skies of Abysus and her portals, two very important points of pride for her, which is also why she chose to paint her nails the same color as well. Once again, the fact that it coordinates with Rex's outfit is purely coincidental. Which brings me to,

Rex Section:

This writeup won't be as interesting as Breach's section, I'm afraid (lol)

For his design in the middle: I really liked the amp suit, so I decided it would be his go-to outfit in a post-canon scenario. With some slight modifications, of course, like removing all the glowing bits and streamlining it slightly to more closely resemble Providence uniforms and his nanny/surrogate-father figure, Six. And his hair is growing out because his future samurai braid needs hair to work with.

The design to the right is the same, but with a jacket on top so that, like Breach, it calls back to his first design. Only this time, he sports a leather jacket that's inspired by Daft Punk, Akira, and David Martinez from Cyberpunk: Edgerunners.

New Builds:

I imagine anyone who's made it this far is already familiar with Rex's first set of builds as well as his omega-1 builds. I have a lot to say about his machines, but in this post I wanted to play with the idea of designing new builds for the circumstances he finds himself in.

For another fanfic spoiler that won't be relevant for many years, imagine how horrible it would be if the nanite event happened a second time. Because it does, in my fanfic, leading to a whole new crop of Evos. In addition to having to deal with incurable "second generation" Evos born during the nanite event to variegated parents, Rex will also encounter sentient machines brought to life by nanites.

The paranoia White Knight had in the original Machina Rex comic? Entirely founded, in fact. And since curing them isn't an option for Rex, he must resort to more lethal methods: introducing his third generation builds, which are designed for the purpose of inflicting more damage, countering more abilities, and being usable whenever "nanite blackouts" occur, which is a concept I'll explain some other time.

The first of these new builds is the Grass Hoppers, the gen-3 equivalent of the Punk Busters. It enables Rex to hop all over the place at incredible speeds like Cricket (or Bellamy from One Piece), deliver devastating knee strikes, hook enemies or innocents with ease, and have greater control of movement by pivoting around the environment.

Lastly, there is The Question (may I axe you a question?), the gen-3 equivalent to the Block Party, Bad Axes, and Fun Chucks. Although it isn't as effective at any one thing as the three builds, it's a reliable all-rounder that can be wielded "offline" by Rex indefinitely after creating it, and he's really proficient in its use after training with Five, of all people.

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