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empresskylo · 8 months

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beneath the mask ✩ chapter 8 ⬅ch.7

➠𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈; 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ➠SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X AFAB!READER ➠CHAPTER TAGS | afab!reader. alcohol. nsfw. wc 4.8k ➠AUTHOR'S NOTE | had the pleasure of writing this chapter... also the fic is at 27k words already! whoo, this is officially my longest fic.

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚��𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“we’re all meetin’ down at the local pub, if you’d care t’join,” soap said, leaning against the doorway of the infirmary with his arms crossed over his chest.

you looked up from your clipboard and raised a brow. “oh, yeah?”

“yeah. the men could use a load off.”

he was right. it had been a tense week at base as the men worked on tracking down hassan and going out on missions but turning up with no luck. it was frustrating and tiring. you could see it in their drained faces.

the infirmary was empty for the night, no one having any substantial injuries that required overnight care, so you figured it’d be alright to go with them.

“yeah, okay,” you said, nodding your head in agreement.

“sweet!” soap’s reply made you smile. he always made you feel wanted.

something in you yearned to ask if ghost was going to be there, but that would just raise alarms. and as daft as johnny could be, you didn’t want to risk him finding out about your little… crush . ghost’s words rang in your head and you quickly abandoned that thought process, a flush rising on your face and chest.

you stood in your room feeling like an imposter. you glanced at yourself in the mirror and debated multiple times on removing your dress, but you really had nothing else nice to wear.

all you had in your wardrobe was workout wear and your uniform. you just never found yourself needing much more than that. you mentioned your lack of a wardrobe to your friend in the infirmary and she immediately offered her assistance. “i have the cutest little dress you can wear! i think you’re my size…” she said as she looked between the two of you.

you felt your face warm. “a dress? oh, i don’t know,” you said with a nervous laugh. “don’t you think that will be a bit much for a bar?”

“no! we’re always in these drab clothes,” – she gestured between the two of you – “it will feel good to put on something feminine for once. trust me.”

“oh, are you saying i don’t look feminine?” you teased, gesturing to your outfit which was a dark shirt, cargo pants, and boots.

she rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag, ready to head back to her room. “shut up and follow me.”

now you were standing alone in your room and rethinking everything. the dress was simple: black, just short enough, and flattered your figure. but you still felt odd in it. after seeing yourself in your uniform for so long, this felt completely out of the ordinary.

you played with the hem and debated changing. but what would you change into? sweatpants?

you made a note to get some casual wear – jeans, a simple top, a sweater maybe – just things to wear on your off days.

before you could talk yourself out of it more, you slid on the flats your friend has also let you borrow and you fumbled out of your room.

it was nice enough out, and the bar was pretty close, so you decided to walk, your friend beside you. “you look hot,” she said. a smile was dragged out of you, not used to such compliments. she sported a similar outfit: a shorter dress, simple shoes, her hair down in waves.

she hooked her arm around yours and you both giggled. maybe it would be nice to feel normal for a bit. to go out like most women your age do on the weekends.

you wondered if johnny and the others were already there. maybe you should have told him to wait for you so you could go together.

you pushed your hair out of your face as the wind blew and looked up at the stars. it was such a beautiful night. you deserved this . you deserved to have a little fun.

and you knew the men did this rather often. but that was before you had become friends with johnny and slowly with the others as well. now you were officially invited to things like this and it made your chest flutter with acceptance.

the bar was a bit grungier than you expected, its windows blacked out, the sign light flickering, a group of motorcyclists outside smoking. your friend looked the men outside up and down, intrigued, and you heard them whistle back at her. “let's go,” you said, pulling her along with you.

you both pushed your way inside and were greeted with the smell of sweat, alcohol, too much cologne, and burning wood. the bar was dimly lit and there was already a crowd of people inside.

you felt nervous as you scanned the room for someone you knew. you spotted soap and gaz in the corner and you smiled. your friend slipped away from you, seeing her friends at the bar, but not before making sure you were okay. you nodded to her then made your way towards soap.

“soap!” you said cheerfully, making the man spin to face you.

his face lit up, looking you up and down. “you clean up nice.”

“wish I could say the same,” you laughed. he gave you a cheeky grin in return.

your growing smile faltered when you saw a looming figure behind soap at the table. ghost .

shit. shit. shit .

you could feel his eyes on you and you shifted uncomfortably on the heels of your feet.

soap noticed your empty hand. “let me get you a drink,” he said over the noise and slipped off to the bar.

you awkwardly turned to the table and greeted gaz who was talking with a few other men you recognized but couldn’t remember their names.

you couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering over to where ghost was sitting he wore a black hoodie that he had pulled over his head, his balaclava mask, and dark jeans and boots. his hands rested on the table and he was still staring at you.

letting him win, you turned away. why did things have to be so weird between you two? were you the one making things uncomfortable?

before you could wallow in your thoughts, soap appeared beside you again and handed you a beer.

“i’m not supposed to take drinks from strange men,” you teased.

“ha. ha. very funny, lass.”

you nudged him in the shoulder.

“hey,” a voice said beside you. you looked up and saw commander graves approaching your table. “fuck,” he said, taking you in. “i didn’t recognize you. you look great,” he complimented.

you thanked him a bit awkwardly. soap reached over you and wrapped an arm over your shoulders protectively. “i don’t like the way you’re lookin’ at her,” johnny said towards graves.

graves laughed, raising his hands in surrender. you rolled your eyes at the nonsense of these two men. “i can do my own bidding,” you said up to soap.

“you heard her, she can turn me down herself,” graves teased.

you smiled, all three of you laughing, however, your smile broke when ghost got up and left the table.

“what’s his problem?” you asked soap, trying to sound casual, taking a sip of the cold beer.

“honestly, m’not sure. he’s been like this all week.”

you nodded, wanting to pry more, but that would be a bit conspicuous, so you just drank your beer and fell into conversation with the men around you.

three beers and three shots later, you were slurring your words slightly as you argued with the table about how you had the ability to multiply any set of numbers in your head.

“you’ve got a calculator under there,” gaz said, referring to your hands conveniently placed under the table.

you held your hands up, “go ahead. ask me another.”

soap laughed and spewed off a random combination of numbers, “four hundred eighty-six, times three thousand five hundred and seven.” gaz quickly punched the numbers into his phone's calculator.

you took a moment, the gears in your head turning, before answering. “one million, seven hundred four thousand, four hundred and two.”

the other two men beside gaz leaned over to look at his phone screen to read the correct answer.

“well, i’ll be fucked,” gaz said astonished, all the men gaping up at you.

you smiled and did a little twirl in victory. “i believe you owe me a drink, kyle.”

gaz nodded before standing. “honestly, i’m not even mad,” he said before passing you and going to the bar.

you turned to soap, “i’m going to the restroom. i’ll be right back. make sure gaz doesn’t spit in my drink.”

he smirked and nodded then focused back on the guys who were now spewing out nonsense about who could down a beer the quickest. personally, your bet was on soap.

you laughed to yourself and made your way through the moving bodies. once you made it through the crowd, there was a small, dark hallway in the corner of the bar with two bathrooms at the end. it was a lot less busy over here and the music rang far quieter in your ears, you were thankful for the reprieve.

as you edged around the corner you tripped and stumbled, laughing to yourself as you did. two arms caught you and you giggled at how drunk you were. “t-thank you,” you muttered. you finally focused on the person’s arms and spotted tattoos peeking out of their rolled-up sleeves. your eyes went wide and you quickly snapped your head up. simon .

“s-sorry,” you said, trying to get untangled from his grip and lock yourself away in the bathroom out of embarrassment.

“wait,” he clutched your arm and pulled you back to him. it was easy for him to move you, like you weighed nothing to him. that sent both a thrill of fear and excitement through your body.

you clashed into his chest and immediately tried to gain a bit of space between you two. you hesitated but looked up at him as he loomed over you. to anyone else, they would be terrified to be faced with a man in a dark hallway, his hood pulled, his face covered, and his stance over six feet. but you knew ghost. knew he wouldn’t hurt you.

“what?” you asked, a bit more snippy than you intended.

his hands lingered on your arm, tightening briefly before letting go. “are you with johnny?” the seriousness in his tone surprised you.

you scoffed. “what?” you were certainly taken aback. then you got a bit annoyed. “is there something wrong if i was?” you rolled your eyes and bit the inside of your lip. “I’ll have you know, there’s nothing forbidden about soap and i. there’d be no conflict of interest. so really, you have no right t-to ask.” you hiccuped on your last sentence and crossed your arms over your chest, trying to look assertive.

“how much have you had to drink?” he demanded.

“ god, ghost,” you threw your hands up in defeat. “what does it matter? why do you care? me being drunk or s-sleeping with soap has nothing t’do with you. and my intoxication level has nothing to d-do with what i’m feeling.”

“so, you are with him, then?” his eyes darkened as he glared at you from beneath his mask. a smudge of his black face paint was still circled around his eyes, making him appear cynical and slightly terrifying.

you laughed, he was missing the point. “no. jesus . i’m not with soap. we’re friends ,” you dragged out the ‘s’.

you stared at him, waiting for him to say something. you decided if he didn’t answer in the next few seconds, you were going to turn around and walk away. this outing was supposed to be fun.

just as you were about to sidestep him, he took a step towards you. you actually had to crane your head back now to look at him. “you know why i care? why i’m askin’ you all this?” you could smell the whiskey on him and it sent a shiver through you.

you shook your head. “no. that’s what i’ve been asking you ,” you whined in mental exhaustion, your voice was far quieter than mere moments ago. the anger behind your words seemed to have left you. “enlighten me. tell me why you’ve been so hot n’ cold lately,” you whispered, losing all your momentum as his eyes flickered between yours. “do you hate me, or n-not?!”

one of ghost’s hands came up and tucked a tendril of your hair behind your ear. your lips parted in a silent gasp. his fingers tickled as they barely brushed over your skin. you swallowed and his hand cupped the side of your face, his fingers slipping into your hair. he leaned forward and you felt your breath get caught in your throat, your eyes widening in surprise. all sane thoughts left your body. all that filled your senses was him. simon.

he used his free hand to snake up between your bodies and push his mask up to his nose, exposing his stubble and scars. “ i’m going to kiss you now ,” he mumbled. he lingered a moment, giving you enough time to escape his hold, but you stayed rooted in place.

in a painfully slow motion, simon leaned forward, hunching over and pulling your face up to meet him, and placed his lips on yours.

your eyes fluttered shut and you felt a race of adrenaline pump through you. his hand was gentle as he caressed your face, pulling you further and further into him. you couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

your lips moved out of sync for a moment but you quickly learned how to flow together. your hands instinctively reached out and fisted his shirt, allowing you to extend higher up into him and also keep your balance.

he turned you so your back hit the wall, making a squealing noise sound in the back of your throat, his free hand going to your hip, pushing you backward. he pressed his body into yours, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip and then slipping into your mouth.

you groaned into the kiss as he consumed you, his body shielding you completely. if someone saw ghost from behind, they’d have no idea you were pinned underneath him.

you gasped as he pulled away, his mouth still dangerously close to yours.

“simon… i—“ you began, panting as you spoke, trying to catch your breath.

your hands were still lost in his shirt, his hand still on your hip, but his other one was now on the wall beside your head. “don’t talk.” he kissed you again before you could protest. his lips felt so soft against yours, his stubble tickling you. his hand on the wall couldn’t stop itself from coming back to the side of your cheek, wanting to kiss you as deep as he possibly could. he was truly stealing the breath away from you.

your body rolled into his and you heard him grunt in the back of his throat. it was one of the hottest sounds you’ve ever heard. you felt like you were getting high off him, as he attacked your mouth with such fervor and heady need.

when he pulled away again, you gaped up at him. his eyes danced between yours, appraising you. trying to cypher through your thoughts. you looked at him through your eyelashes, waiting for him to speak or to move. you felt frozen in time. like if you moved, the illusion of him would fade away into a puff of smoke.

then he moved you in a haze, your eyes focused solely on his silhouette. he grabbed your hand, engulfing it with his own, and pulled you into one of the single-person bathrooms.

“what’re you—?”

he shut the door behind the two of you, locked it, and pushed you up against it, your feet rising so you were standing on the tips of your toes. he was panting again, completely succumbing to what he explicitly told himself not to do. the alcohol gave him just strength to suppress the voice yelling at him in his head.

then he kissed you again. this time rough and hungry. your body fell limp as you let him hold you up, his mouth moving against yours in sync. your arms reached up and draped across his shoulders, both of you fighting for dominance, but you gave up rather quickly and let him win.

simon’s hands roamed your body like he couldn’t get enough of you. any rational thought about pushing him away vanished. you knew you needed to talk about things — to figure out what he wanted from you. but right now, all you wanted was whatever this was.

“this goddamn dress ,” he murmured in between kisses, his voice husky and low. your chest rushed with flames at his words, knowing that you were affecting him by simply wearing a short dress, and it made you clench your thighs together.

simon’s hands went to the hem of your dress and he pushed it up, your body hot and clammy as his hand gilded along your skin. he nipped at your lip, his hand slowly descending between your legs. when he got to the apex of your thighs, he softly dragged his fingers across you, forcing you to moan into his mouth.

“i fuckin’ hate seeing you with other guys,” he said hoarsely.

you looked at him, a bit dazed, and still intoxicated — but now by more than just alcohol. “what?” you said breathlessly.

“soap. gaz,” he said flatly. “graves,” he said the commander's name with more anger, his fingers beginning to slide up and down you above your underwear.

you gripped his shoulders. “okay,” you hastily spoke, still not understanding him, but also not wanting him to stop.

he pushed your underwear to the side and you were thankful you wore one of your skimpier pairs tonight. as his fingers glidded across you, his fingers getting coated with your arousal, he spoke again. “jus’ with me,” he said.

just with him? what the fuck was he talking about? you nodded anyway. “just with you,” you repeated.

“ good girl .” your heart fluttered in your chest at his praise. you never knew those two words could sound so heavenly. but when ghost’s thick accent growled them out breathlessly, you found your core warming more than you thought possible.

simon pressed two fingers against your entrance, his lips now attacking your neck. you were trying to catch your breath, your mind fogged, your body limp, your heart racing.

when he pushed them both in, you gasped rather loudly. “ ohmygod ,” you slurred. you were beginning to pant wildly.

you could feel him smile ever so slightly against you. “ mmm ,” he hummed.

he slowly began to move his fingers, your body ready for him and letting him move with ease. “ so fuckin’ wet for me ,” he mumbled.

you clutched onto his shoulders, your eyes squeezing shut as you focused on the feeling of him inside you. he curled his fingers slightly as he went, pumping them in and out at a decent speed, your body squelching with each thrust.

normally, you might be a bit self-conscious about being vocal the first time you were intimate with a new person, but you literally could not contain your sounds. you moaned and mewled, crying out when he sped up, his palm bumping your clit each time his fingers went in as far as they could.

he felt you clenching around him and he marveled at how fast you were approaching your orgasm. it’s not that he had any doubts in his ability, but he’s never made a woman come quite this fast. and you had never had a man make you come this fast either. it was new for both of you.

one of your legs hooked around simon’s thigh, wanting to take him as deep as you could. “fuck,” he grunted, his free hand palming your breast over your dress. “you gonna come for me already, pet?”

you nodded your head repeatedly, raspy breaths the only response you could vocalize.

“go on then,” he commanded, keeping his speed.

your walls spasmed around his fingers and your head buried against his chest. your legs began to shake as you felt yourself reach your high. “fuck, fuck, oh fuck !” ghost engulfed you, holding you up and into him while you clutched him in desperation.

you moaned into his chest and you could hear him panting above you — as if he had just climaxed too.

he kept moving his fingers, making sure to bump your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm to completion.

when you stopped shaking and were trying to catch your breath, he slowed and eased his fingers out of you.

neither of you moved. you were still clinging to him and he still had his hands around you, your leg propped on his waist.

after several beats of silence while you both gasped for air, your hands snaked down his body and fiddled with his belt. you felt simon straighten slightly at your touch, his hand slipping into your hair and making you look at him.

you succeeded in undoing his belt and you let him tilt your head up toward him. “you don’t have t—“ your hand slid into his pants and grabbed him, cutting him off. he was painfully hard and he groaned the second he felt your fingers on him.

simon cleared his throat, trying to concentrate as you slowly began to stroke his length. “i’m serious. you d-don’t have to,” he stuttered.

a lazy smile filled your lips knowing how intensely you were affecting him. “i wanna,” you whispered.

simon’s eyes opened and searched yours, looking for any sign of… displeasure?

you let your leg fall to your side and you both untangled your bodies. you pushed his chest, baking him up against the sink so he was half sitting on the counter. you pried his pants down enough to free him completely. he watched you intently as you fell to your knees. he was thankful he had the counter for support because seeing you drop to your knees before him made him want to do the same.

god, he wasn’t sure how long he was going to last. he was already impossibly hard from hearing you moan at his touch. and now you were on your knees, begging to suck him off. he was absolutely fucked.

you gulped, realizing how big he was. simon murmured your name and you immediately took him in your mouth.

“ugh— fuck —!” he cried. one of your hands grabbed his base where your mouth couldn’t reach and you started a steady rhythm, bobbing your head up and down. your hand made twisting motions and your tongue pressed against his cock as you sucked.

“jus’ like that,” he groaned, his hand coming out to tangle in your hair. his other hand gripped the countertop, holding it so harshly he thought he might crack the porcelain.

you came up for a breath and a bit of spit dribbled out of your mouth and onto his cock. simon groaned, his hips begging to buck forward.

you took him in again and simon’s grip in your hair tightened. “not gonna last much— f-fuck —longer,” he said through bated breaths.

you hummed against him and the vibrations made his cock twitch. he gently bucked his hips forward and you gagged. the noises you were making were so obscene, and simon wanted them ingrained in his brain forever.

“god, pet. you feel so fuckin’ good .”

you sucked at the tip of his cock and began to stroke him at a more erratic pace. then you slipped him back in and his cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag again.

“if you d-don’t want me to come in your mouth, you better stop n-now,” he moaned, his head tilting back slightly in pure ecstasy.

you continued to work him, wanting to taste him. and with a few more bobs of your head and jerk of your hands, simon came in your mouth.

the hoarse moan he made sent a wave of pleasure between your legs, making you ache to fully have him. you held your mouth in place but continued to suck, making simon’s legs shake slightly. his hand in your hair was now painfully grasping at you but you didn’t mind.

simon moaned your name as he slowly came back to earth. you popped him out of your mouth and caught your breath, looking up at him. his cheeks were flushed where his mask was pushed up and he was looking at you in astonishment.

you were kneeling before him, swallowing his come, blinking at him through your eyelashes, your dress still hiked up a bit too high and you’d hair disheveled. you were a fucking work of art and simon was so fucking screwed.

reality came crashing down on him and he let go of your hair and stood up from the counter, pulling his pants up and redoing his belt.

he pulled his mask down and you rose in apprehension at his sudden shift.

“i’m sorry,” he said.

you furrowed your bows. “for what?”

simon cleared his throat, trying to gain some distance from you. “i shouldnt have taken advantage of you.”

you gave a mirthless smile. “i told you i wanted to. you didn’t take advantage—“

he breathed your name. “you want something i can’t give.”

“you don’t know what i want,” you said with more merit, but you hugged your arms over your body which said the opposite.

“you’re not the kinda girl for a quick fuck. and i can’t do all the–” he gestured around him with his hands, “– strings.”

you looked at him with hurt in your eyes. simon wished he could take back what he said. but he kept going anyway, sabotaging himself.

“you looked good in your dress. that’s all. m’sorry.”

you gulped, nodding your head but averting your eyes. you swallowed back tears and stood there dumbfounded for a moment.

you turned to leave the bathroom. you wanted to get as far away as possible from him.

he called out your name and reached for your arm.

“don’t!” you shouted, shrugging him off and storming out of the bathroom and back into the bar.

ghost cursed under his breath as the door slowly shut. he turned and put both hands on the sink’s counter and hung his head. why was he this fucking stupid? why did he hurt you like that?

why did he lie to you ?

it was true — he didn’t think he could do a proper relationship — but what wasn’t true was that you were simply a warm body to him. no. he had never wanted anyone the way he wanted you. he had been thinking about you against his will for weeks now. and seeing you in that dress, looking up at him with such soft eyes, he was done for.

he had never had butterflies when he kissed someone. but with you, his stomach did flips and his heart raced in his chest. he should have stopped then. he couldn’t give you what you wanted. and he couldn’t give himself what he wanted.

it was like he thrived on punishing himself. he didn’t deserve good things. and good things never last. the way you pulled at him led him to believe that he wouldn’t fully recover if he let you get close just to leave him. so he couldn’t let himself get to that point with you.

and you were innocent and full of hope. you’d hate him once you got to know him. he’d been hurt too many times to count and he thought he had forgotten what it was like to love — to have someone you care about. he wasn’t sure he even knew how to love anymore. he’d hurt you. and he was your superior. it was a disaster waiting to unravel.

but bloody fuckin’ hell, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to feel what he just felt in that shitty bar bathroom with anyone else. and that scared him.

he could chase after you. you probably hadn’t gotten very far. he could explain everything. tell you upfront about his concerns. you could discuss this like adults. he could let himself have something good for once in his life. but he didn’t feel like he deserved it… deserved you.

he stayed in the bathroom, sick of his face, and punished his reflection, slamming his fist against the mirror, and shattering it. his knuckles coated with blood and he growled. he threw the bathroom door open and startled the two people waiting outside it.

“what the fuck—you okay, man?” the stranger asked noticing ghost’s hand.

ghost pushed past them and left the bar, but not before spotting you with soap. you were drunk and he needed to be sure you’d get back safely.

he saw tears staining your cheeks and a pang of guilt filled him as he stormed out of the bar.

chapter 9 ➡

#ghost #simon riley #smut #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost smut #simon riley smut #cod #ghost fanfic #simon riley fanfic #ghost call of duty #ghost angst #cod mw2 #cod fic #call of duty fanfic #mw2 fanfic #beneath the mask

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reidssluttywaist · 21 days

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Spencer does your makeup.

In which you let Spencer do your makeup for the day, and he knows exactly how you do it.

fem!reader, fluff

notes: this isn't proofread, so sorry in advance for any mistakes you might find!! absolute fluff btw. If any of you guys wanna send a request feel free to do so, i might start writing smut as well but im still a little shy lol, feel free to follow and interact.

Spencer watches you get ready every chance he gets. He has your morning routine engraved in his brain. He knew the rhythm of your mornings like the lyrics to a favorite song, each step a symphony of grace and purpose.

He loves your expressions as you're trying to figure out your outfit, the way you look the temperature for the day on your phone to know if you should bring a coat or not – even though you always do, 'cause you're always cold.

He also loves to watch you do your makeup, he looks at you as if you were the most talented artist and were finishing up a masterpiece, he watches you with attention, careful to not miss a single brush stroke as you blush up your cheeks.

"Hey, um, would you mind if I tried doing your makeup today?" Spencer's voice was tentative, almost shy, as he approached you.

You were surprised by his offer, turning to face him, a soft smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Sure, Spence. Why not? It could be fun."

He sat down in front of you, analyzing your face and the makeup items on your desk, he picked up your moisturizer first, applying it all over your face, massaging it softly as he did, he followed all your skincare to a T, his face of concentration making you hide a smile.

Spencer got your foundation and beauty blender, you couldn't stop the surprised look on your face as he took the time to wet your sponge, surprised he even knew you did this. And again, he followed your base routine as if he was the one doing it every day, not missing a single stroke of the brush on your skin.

"Did you know that lipstick was originally made from crushed bugs and plants?" he said, his voice a mixture of fascination and amusement. "Thankfully, we've come a long way since then."

You laugh softly at the information, loving his ramble. He continued rambling about the history of makeup and all the techniques ancient people used, and you looked at him as his hands worked on your face, he was so close, paying so close attention to your face you almost got shy, but it was Spencer.

Spencer makes you feel so confident, he never fails to compliment you every chance he gets, his eyes lighting up every time he sees you, if you're in your pajamas or a fancy dress, it doesn't matter, he looks at you just the same like you're the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, and he makes you feel that way too.

When it came time to apply the eyeliner, you noticed he was struggling a little, smiling a little when he made a wavy line almost on your cheek.

"Oops, sorry," he muttered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

You reached out, taking the eyeliner from his hand with a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Spence. I'll finish up."

As you smoothed out the lines and added the finishing touches, Spencer watched with a mixture of awe and admiration, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of your beauty enhanced by his handiwork.

When you turned to face him, the mirror reflecting your radiant smile at him, Spencer couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for the incredible person standing before him.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with love and admiration.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds

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luciftixs · 10 months

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the yi sangela post

I’m having autistic zoomies right now

I want to talk about Yi Sang and Angela because I like them both A Lot and I just think it’s fun to do comparisons. My partner made this lovely checklist with a few similarities I jotted down in a notesapp on my phone before I passed out and I will be cooking a meal thats geared solely to me but ur welcome to try and eat it if u want

Let’s get into it. There is no structure here but maybe we will find it as we go along!

I wanna start w a disclaimer that this is FOR FUN its not actually that serious and ALSO its obviously not a 1-to-1 comparison because these two are also so starkly different in not only their circumstances but also their overall personality when it comes to having deal with said Issues. I feel like tumblr users are more chill these days but after some shit ive seen on projmoon twitter I am covering my bases this is just a Post by a Stranger Online LOL

Let’s take a look at our first point on this silly little chart. That point is:

Bird

Angela’s black dress heavily resembles the feathers of a bird; specifically that of a corvid like a raven or even crow.

Even her head librarian outfit has some bird motifs to it. I’m going to get into corvid symbolism in a second but first

Yi Sang also leans heavily into the bird motifs. His base EGO is named Crow’s Eye View after a poem by the RL Yi Sang, and the narrative draws some inspo from the short story The Wings by the same author.

Wings show up often in some of his EGOS and CGs

Now, it’s not simply generic birds either of them are inspired by; Angela’s black feathers, Yi Sang’s EGO title, they are specifically invoking corvids. Corvidae include many different species of birds, such as magpies and jays, but the most commonly thought of corvids would be the ones with black feathers; ravens and crows. Corvids are incredibly intelligent birds, and they are rich in symbolism and meaning.

Specifically, crows have a heavy association with death and the afterlife. Both Angela and Yi Sang are impacted by heavy losses; Angela is made from a woman who took her own life and is forced to oversee countless loops of people suffering and dying; Yi Sang witnessed his friends being driven apart in a violent manner. His two childhood friends die before him, he wishes he could kill himself and die, and is trapped in a purgatory state with his current coworkers where bloodshed is as common as breathing. Death has marked both of them.

But! That is not the only thing corvids symbolize! In more modern times the birds are said to also symbolize transformation. In a way, that ties into death, as what is death if not the final transformation in life? But neither of their final growths end in their deaths; rather, both learn to find a way to free themselves from the shackles of their past, and to push forward.

THEN WE HAVE

Book as weapon

This one is just silly.

*beats you to death with a book beats you to death with a book beats you to death with a book*

Next point

Narrative haunted by a female figure

This one is in that “not a one-to-one comparison” territory, but it’s still just fun to poke at imo. In Angela’s case, she can never truly escape Carmen’s influence over her. For Yi Sang, Dongbaek is a ghost from his past. Both these women are integral to the overall narrative at hand.

Not only do these women haunt the narrative, but they also mirror the person they haunt. Angela’s desire for life is so strong because, in the end, Carmen wished to live. Dongbaek admired Yi Sang and his dream of flying. She yearned to bloom in a way not dissimilar to a bird spreading it’s wings for the first time. Angela’s Lobcorp design invokes Carmen- her hair color is Carmen’s inverted. She wears the hair time Carmen wore. Dongbaek’s hair has become white from the trauma- the inverse of Yi Sang’s black hair. Yi Sang takes up a Dongbaek identity in a mirror world to further drive home the similarities. These women play a major role in the overall identity of these two characters.

And this is just my brain going “hehe neat” but Carmen’s whole like. Brain stem mimicking a tree and its roots. Dongbaek becoming flowers. Visually very similar vibes.

Onto the next point

Loomed over and controlled by a male figure

This one probably seems second most self explanatory. Ayin meet Gubo Gubo meet Ayin ect.

The deal is simple: you do what we want you to do, and we have employed dubious methods to ensure that you do what we want you to do! Both Ayin and Gubo are self serving when it comes to the end goals. The levels of agency at play here are different; Angela truly had no choice, but Yi Sang’s mental state is not Great and that is being capitalized on him to help perpetuate his isolation and dependency.

Another thing: Ayin and Gubo are just really fucking mean to Angela and Yi Sang. Ayin actively dehumanizes her and neglects her; Gubo verbally and mentally abuses Yi Sang. Fun stuff.

Now, the penultimate point:

Yearning for freedom

This naturally comes with the territory of being a bird. Angela longs to not be confined to a place (Lobcorp or the Library). She wants to experience the world and be free. Yi Sang is similar; that desire to spread his wings and fly. For both to accomplish this, they have a talk with the ‘self’. It’s only by confronting their pasts, and themselves, that they can finally get that push to live life on their own terms.

MY FINAL TALKING POINT

SEXY

Like wow hot a what? And yes I chose fourth match flame because it ties into the whole post like they’re sharing an EGO that’s basically having your hopes burnt to a cinder and also an intense longing for a better life whoa thats crazy

Concluding thoughts

I just like them both a lot. My little caged birds getting out of the cage and mending their broken wings in order to take flight. Very kino. I love them.

If u actually read this thanks ur pog

#project moon #library of ruina #limbus company #not spoiler free #yi sang #angela #long post #perhaps they should... no i shant say it

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makeitmingi · 7 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 43]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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With a tray of iced coffees and multiple boxes of sports drinks in the boot, you stepped out of the van. Eden stood beside you, helping you carry the other tray of iced coffees.

"They're filming, I think." Eden whispered, judging by the absence of voices and the loud music that was playing throughout the entire film site. You nodded, the stomping of feet against the ground, indicated that the boys were probably dancing.

"I'll leave these in their dressing room then." You put the tray at their seating area in the air conditioned room.

"Careful, don't trip over the wires." He cautioned as he followed you. Once the trays of coffees were down, you went back to the van to get the sports drinks out.

"This should be enough right?" You scratched your head.

"It's more than enough, Indigo ah." Eden ruffled your hair with a chuckle. You bent down to open the boxes.

"Back in Korea, getting the small bottles of vitamins drinks was so much easier. They only seem to have the big bottles here." You sighed as you took out some bottles to put on the table.

"Nevertheless, I'm sure the crew will be appreciative of your efforts. It's the thought that counts." He laughed, sitting on the couch. After that, you went out to watch the shooting progress. You made sure to stay out of sight, creeping around, so you wouldn't distract any of the boys, especially Mingi.

"And.... cut! Good job, everyone! Take a 10 minute waterbreak and we'll go for a round of monitoring!" You heard the director yell.

"Thank you!" The Ateez boys straightened up and bowed. You clapped with the other staff that were around you. Instead of going to greet the boys, you gave out the sports drink.

"Thank you for having me." You repeatedly thanked people and bowed to them.

"Thank you." All the crew were so nice.

"Aww, no need to thank us. We were glad you could make it, Indigo! It's nice having you around." The stylist team squealed excitedly and pulled you into a group hug.

"You're all so warm and welcoming." You chuckled. You left them to have their break while you went back to the artist resting room.

"There's our familiar hooded figure." Seonghwa joked, wrapping an arm around you.

"Hi, Hwa. You look really good." You chuckled, patting his back. Seonghwa always looked good, especially in his stage outfits. He pulled off every look and concept that the stylists put him in. You went to greet the others.

"Oh yeah, I bought everyone their coffees. Hang on, they're labelled." You announced. The 8 swarmed you like bees around the queen, all waiting for their coffee orders.

"Here you go." You handed them out.

"Iced green tea latte." You gave Mingi his order. He seemed surprised that he was the only one that didn't get a coffee-based drink.

"You mentioned in passing how coffee can make you a little shaky so I got you a tea drink instead. If you want coffee, you can drink mine." You offered.

"No, it's all good. Thanks for remembering." He patted your head. Mingi was more surprised than anything that you even remembered something he casually mentioned in passing.

"Joong, don't stress. You'll get a wrinkly forehead with your frowning." You joked, sitting by the captain.

"I have to make sure things go smoothly." He sighed.

"Don't worry so much. Everything will be fine, the shooting will go smoothly. The more you stress, the more you'll feel that things are going wrong." You massaged his shoulders. Hongjoong let out another long sigh, picking up his drink cup and taking a sip. The others watched in amazement at how you soothed the captain.

"Thanks, Indi. The rest, when you're ready, let's go monitor. Don't keep the directors waiting." Hongjoong patted your hand with a small smile and left the room.

"Wow." Yeosang said, clapping his hands with a knowing smile.

"What?" You blinked in confusion, only then realising that all the attention on the room was on you and Hongjoong.

"No one has ever been able to soothe Hongjoong hyung before he becomes Pokjoong. Well, the only person who can do it is Seonghwa hyung but even he fails some times." Wooyoung said.

"Because you guys stress him." You rolled your eyes. That was when the shouts of protests started.

"Just don't add to his stress." You crossed your arms.

"We don't!" They protested. You waved them off to go monitor what they had filmed. Eden encouraged you to tag along with the group to see what they were doing. So while the boys sat together and monitored their video, you stood behind them to watch.

The boys all looked serious as they monitored the footage. You didn't expect Yunho to be the one to point out everyone's dance mistakes when he noticed them.

"Timing is off here then it made the chorus look out of sync." He pointed to the screen.

"The line is not straight here." Mingi echoed, using his hand to show how the standing alignment had caused the formation to be wonky.

"Let's run it verbally one time before filming it again." Seonghwa suggested. The boys stood up and went to standing in their formation for that part of the song.

"Are you one of the stylist?" An unfamiliar male came up to you.

"Uh, no. A producer." You replied, eyes not moving from the boys that were dancing in front of you.

"Oh! You're the one that bought the drinks? I didn't recognise you with the hoodie and mask. Thanks, by the way." He smiled, waving the glass bottle that was in his hand. You let out a short hum. Even if you weren't looking at him, you noticed that he didn't move, remaining in his spot beside you.

"I'm Sejoon, by the way. Part of the film team." He suddenly spoke again. From the corner of your eye, you saw that he had raised his hand to shake yours.

"...Indigo." You awkwardly shook his hand. The mask hid most of your emotions but you purposely tried to seem awkward, hoping that he would leave you alone. But he didn't seem to get the hint.

"The crew is going out for dinner after this, you should join us! The stylists and other teams are going too." He said.

"That's nice. I'll consider it. But thanks for the invite." You stiffly bowed your head.

"Ah, there's no need to be so formal!" He slapped your shoulder.

From where the Ateez boys were standing, they were all looking at the obviously one sided exchange between you and this strange boy. If looks could kill, Mingi would have that boy six feet under by now. But they all felt a little protective of you.

"Who is that? Acting so close with her... Can't he tell she's uncomfortable?" Wooyoung crossed his arm with a scoff. Mingi silently agreed, cheering Wooyoung on.

"Indigo! Can you give me my coffee?" San yelled out. Mingi observed how you relaxed in relief.

"Me too!" Jongho said.

"Sure!" You ran to the artists' breakroom to get San and Jongho's coffee. You jogged over to bring them their orders. San grinned and patted your head.

"You okay?" Yunho asked, barely audible but good enough for you to hear. You nodded your head, rubbing your shoulder.

"Just trying to be friends, I guess." You shrugged.

"You have us. That's enough friends. I don't like how he was being overly friendly." Hongjoong rolled his eyes, making you laugh. It warmed your heart knowing that the boys were protective over you. But you could handle it, it was just one boy that was trying to get too close to you.

"I'm fine. Focus on the music video filming." You assured them. Once the director called them back for another run, you wished them good luck and headed back to the side.

"Indigo." Eden called. You went over to where he was seated in front of the computer, sitting beside him.

"Help me listen to this track and see if there are any issues." He instructed.

"Yes, boss." You playfully saluted while Eden rolled his eyes. Pulling down your hoodie, you kept your mask on but wore the headphones that Eden handed to you.

"Wait, which version is this?" You opened your laptop that you thankfully brought along.

"Version 4.3. The other Edenary members just updated it an hour ago." Eden replied. Just like that, you and him began to work, creating your own little producers' bubble, not being distracted by the filming that was happening in front of you.

Although he did want you to see the filming process and see how cool he was being, Mingi was glad that Eden distracted you away from the male earlier.

Sure, call him jealous, but Mingi just didn't like the vibes from the exchange he observed between the two of you.

"And cut! Great job for today everyone!" The director called. You stood with Eden, clapping for everyone's hard work. The Ateez boys clapped as well, bowing gratefully to everyone there.

"Congrats! Day 1 of filming is done." You said to the 8 of them.

"We hoped that you had fun here too, Indigo." Yeosang smiled kindly. You nodded.

"Of course, I did. I learnt a lot about filming too. All of you were amazing, great performers." You gave them all a thumbs up. While the boys were changing out of their filming outfits and into regular clothes, you waited outside for them. You would just take the van back to the hotel with them.

"Hey, Indigo." Seyoon jogged up to you with a wave and a big smile. You blinked at him, giving one wave of a hand.

"So, will you be joining the rest of us?" He asked.

"Oh... right. I can't. I have to work." You tapped the laptop that was tucked under your arm. It was a lie, you didn't have to work. You just didn't want to go.

"Come on! It's just one night. I'm sure it's not that urgent, you can always work tomorrow." He chuckled.

"I have a deadline." You replied, not budging or wavering in the slightest bit. Seyoon seemed to falter, assuming that he was successful in getting you to go along for the dinner.

"But everyone else would be there. And the stylist team is expecting you. It's just a meal."

"They are? None of them mentioned it in my conversation with them earlier. Plus, not everyone will be there. Ateez isn't invited." You pointed out.

"No one ever asks the idols out. They're on an entirely different level than us." Seyoon reasoned. You just stared at him, still not moving or giving in. In fact, you were starting to get annoyed with his pushing. Until you felt arms wrap around your shoulders.

"Indigo. Ready to go? We were looking for you at the van." Mingi asked, standing on your left.

"Yeah, we're starving. Let's get dinner." Jongho replied from your right. The two of them stared stoically at Seyoon, raising a questioning eyebrow at the male who suddenly looked so small.

"Sorry to keep you guys waiting. We should get some food in you." You chuckled.

"Seonghwa hyung is going to complain that we're keeping him from his precious meal." Jongho clicked his tongue.

"Let's go already." Mingi said impatiently, turning around and leading you away. Seyoon stood there dumbfounded, not even exchanging a goodbye as the idols took you.

"Phew, life saver." You let out a sigh of relief as you climbed into the van.

"That guy bothering you? Who is he anyway?" Seonghwa asked worriedly, holding your hands.

"I'm fine, Hwa. Don't worry, he wouldn't try anything with so many people around. His name is Seyoon, says that he is part of the film crew. There was so many of them at the airport that I didn't even see him. He was trying to ask me to join the working crew and stylists for dinner tonight." You explained.

"You told him no, right?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I did. But he didn't want to take no for an answer. Luckily Mingi and Jongho came to save me." You rubbed your forehead.

"He has bad vibes." Yunho shook his head.

"Agree." Seonghwa nodded, the frown not leaving his face. You laughed, gently poking the space between his eyebrows to stop him from frowning.

"It's a small matter." You giggled. But the boys still weren't convinced. They hated that your first film site experience was like this.

After an entire day of filming, you all decided to order room service. You entered your room with Mingi in tow, of course. But the moment the room door closed, Mingi backed you against the door. His expression was unreadable, it was a mix of a lot of emotions.

"Mings?" You looked up at him in confusion.

"Are you okay?" He asked, worry all over his face as his hand came to affectionately stroke your cheek.

"Mmm, I'm fine." You leaned into his touch. Mingi still stared down at you, not moving from his position. He came down and pressed his forehead against yours.

"I hated how close he was getting to you and how he was treating you. You don't deserve that." He frowned.

"It's okay, Mingi. Nothing happened." You assured.

"I know but damn it. You're mine." He leaned forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder. Mingi's hand trailed to your hip, squeezing it lightly.

"If the maknae wasn't there, I would have punched him. Idol or not. You don't treat people like that. Especially when that person is my girl." Mingi growled. You patted his back before reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Mingi leaned down for you to hug him properly, both his hands resting on your waist.

"Mings, not once did I think I was in danger. Because I know you're there and the others are too." You said.

"Damn straight." He pressed you flush against him. He tapped your thigh and you raised your leg for him to lift you up. With you in his arms, Mingi sat on the bed, securing you in his lap.

"You're mine, got that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I know." You giggled, bumping your forehead against his. The only other person you know Mingi is possessive of is Yunho.

"Tomorrow, you stay 30 feet away from that guy. The others don't get good vibes from him too and that says a lot when it's 8 people." Mingi commanded.

"Gladly. He talks too much." You rolled your eyes, making Mingi smile. He carded his hand through your hair.

"Gosh, I love you." His hand stopped at the base of your neck.

"I love you too." You playfully shoved him until he fell back onto the mattress with you over him. You snuggled into his chest, closing your eyes. It was hard to see your lover as an idol when you shared moment like these.

"Are you falling asleep on me?" Mingi suddenly asked, you could hear the smile in his voice.

"Do you not want me to?" You lifted your head to look at him.

"I do, trust me. But I'd like to feed you and take a shower first. I've been sweating and filming the whole day, I don't want to get you dirty." He chuckled.

"Okay, I'll order the room service, you go shower first." You got off him. Mingi nodded, holding your chin and guiding your face to his.

"Kiss first." He murmured before pressing his lips to yours. After that, Mingi went to shower.

"Wait, Mings! You didn't tell me what you wanted to eat yet!" You said, knocking on the bathroom door with the room service menu in your hands.

"Meat!" He yelled out. You sighed, that wasn't very helpful. You ordered a few dishes, guessing that he must be quite hungry after all the hard work of filming from today. For the mains, you ordered him a steak frites, which you know he likes, and a mini pizza for yourself, knowing Mingi would steal some.

"Oh, and two colas, please." You ordered on the phone. Just as you hung up, Mingi came out of the bathroom.

"Mings, dry your hair properly!" You scolded. But he came closer to you, shaking his head like a dog after a shower. You squealed, shielding your face.

"You're gonna shower anyway, baby." He wrapped his arms around you playfully.

"Put on a shirt before you get a cold." You slapped his chest and went to grab your clothes from your suitcase.

"Answer the room service when it comes." You reminded him. Mingi, already settled in bed and on his phone, shot you a thumbs up. You entered the bathroom and took a much needed shower.

DING DONG

You hoped Mingi heard the doorbell too. Thankfully, you heard his footsteps head for the door. But the chaotic noises and Mingi's outraged yelling told you that it wasn't just the room service that came. With a chuckle, you dried yourself and changed.

"Umm, Mings...? Can you come?" You poked your head out of the bathroom door. You saw a few legs dangling from the edge of the bed, confirming your suspicions.

"Yeah, baby?" Mingi came to you.

"I need pants..." You mumbled shyly. For a second, Mingi frowned in confusion but realisation dawned on him.

"Oh, right. Be right back." He went to your suitcase to grab you a pair of sweat pants. Mingi forgot that you were usually pantless around him. But you couldn't be now with others in the room.

"Who is here?" You asked as you slipped on the pants.

"Wooyoung and Yunho." Mingi replied. You hummed and dried your hair with a small towel before stepping out.

"Finally, you're done!" Wooyoung hugged you. He smelled of fresh soap, evident of his recent shower. Looking at the food, there probably wasn't enough now.

"Order more food." Yunho told Mingi, who sighed. He was definitely not pleased at the sudden appearance of the two guests. He wanted to enjoy a meal with just you since he hasn't been able to even sit with you for meal times. There was always someone else around and you separated yourself from Mingi.

"Here, Yuyu." You handed him one of the coke cans that came. He smiled gratefully and patted your head.

While Mingi ordered the food, you chatted with Yunho and Wooyoung on how they felt the music video shoot went today. Along with Mingi, they were in charge of dance and performance.

"It went smoothly actually. We ended on schedule, we usually end late on the first day." Wooyoung shrugged.

"Maybe because Indigo is there. Our lucky star." Yunho cooed, pinching your cheek.

"Ahem." From his end of the room, Mingi cleared his throat, evident that he saw Yunho's actions. You giggled and watched Mingi quickly hang up, coming to sit beside you.

"Mmmm. These are good." Wooyoung stole a fry from Mingi's steak frites plate, offering one to Yunho and you.

"Just start eating since there's more coming. Share what we have now." You handed out the plates to everyone. They picked from the sharing plates you ordered, eating hungrily, while Mingi ate the steak that you ordered for him.

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chronicbeans · 7 months

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Ice Princess Marcy AU (Iceline)

So... I thought of another sad AU-

So, Simon died in the wastelands after the Mushroom War, but he still had the crown. Marcy finds his body, tries looting it for supplies, only to find a picture of Simon and Betty in it, so she kept it to try to possibly find Betty and ask for help. She ends up putting the crown on after not finding anything, thinking that maybe she could play dress up or something with it to give her a morale boost. Instead, she ends up becoming the Ice Princess, not remembering her name after a while and choosing something vaguely familiar (Iceline). She makes an Ice Simon and Ice Betty to be her parents, since she just wants a family and friends to care for her, and Simon and Betty looked so happy in that picture she saw. She now kidnaps random people in Ooo to try to make a bigger family for herself.

Hunson does find her after she put on the crown, but by then, she already doesn't remember a thing about him other mother. She also ends up flipping out once he tries to tell her that he's her dad, claiming that Ice Simon and Ice Betty are her parents. After a while, Hunson just gives up, leaving her to rule over her little Ice Palace. He couldn't convince her to do anything out of malicious intent, or to do anything evil (besides kidnapping people, which she doesn't do out of any sort of evil intentions), so he doesn't see any reason to stick around. Though, he does show small signs of missing her.

I already have a design for Ice Princess Marcy, Ice Simon, and Ice Betty, but I still need to do a little touch up to each sketch (so it can actually look coherent to people other than me my goodness why are my sketches so MESSY). But, I decided that, since Marcy only saw a picture of Simon and Betty, she made the ice versions of them based on what she saw, not knowing what they completely look like. Since she didn't see the bottom halves of them, she simply guessed when making the outfits they wore, and made completely new personalities for them based on what she wants out of a mother and father figure. So, I'll just put the picture she saw here for now-

So, while the upper half looks very similar to them, just a bit more jagged due to being made of ice, the lower halves of their outfits are going to be different from their normal designs. OwO

Probably the only time Simon and Betty get to be married and have a kid and it isn't even the real versions of them.

I finished Ice Princess Marcy's design! Here y'all go!

#adventure time #adventure time au #adventure time marceline #adventure time simon #adventure time betty #Adventure Time Hunson #adventure time fionna and cake #adventure time: fionna & cake #fionna and cake #fionna and cake au #fionna and cake simon #fionna and cake marceline #fionna and cake betty #Ice princess au #marceline abadeer #simon petrikov #betty grof #hunson abadeer #marceline the vampire queen

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limbo • w.j.h.

Pairing: wen junhui x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), afterlife!au

Warnings: this is kinda plot heavy not good smut but lezzgo just in case 😭 um daggers (no knife play tho dhdjjs), lil bit of threats and maybe violence, junhui deserves a warning himself I think he's hot, tying up/tentacle play kind of but it's shadows um like idk how to describe it 🤡 supernatural things!, biting 🦷, mentions of blood, death, lil bit of angst but I'm fluffy as usual <3, lots of mentions of souls and afterlife shenanigans, thigh riding, mirror sex, pls forgive me and just hmu if I missed smth

WC: 2.5k

A/N: for the lovely @katetattoolover <3 mwah I hope you enjoy this even if my brain died halfway writing it ndksksks another unplanned thing but limbo is just too powerful... Also for my huihuis mwah ILY... Idk how to describe this but I'm in a spooky mood bc of Halloween fics so this kind of played into it ig? I just like the plot 😭😅

If you were in heaven or hell, you didn't know. And you didn't care.

The fact of the matter was that you did know where you were.

Limbo.

The great boundary between worlds. Soul suspended, unable to leave. Not until you made a decision based on the knowledge gathered about your death that you learned here.

Neither heaven, hell, or earth.

A bleary place full of everything and nothing. Guarded and watched over by the enigmatic figure whose dark eyes were trained on you.

Blonde tresses tinged with white highlights are smoothly swept up in a ponytail to display his ears where little diamond studs twinkle like stars. When you'd first met him at the gates, he'd been wearing what you could only presume as combat armor, despite its lack of protection across his midriff. Vainly showing off his well-defined abs.

Now, he's donning a ruffled white blouse that looks like something old paintings of the founding fathers would have been dressed in. It suits him though, the v-cut down the front granting a delicious view of his décolletage and scorched ends adding to his devastating visuals.

You wonder how no one has succeeded in brutally attacking him with how exposed his outfits were but you suppose his eerie beauty is enough to render anyone immobile. Besides, even when his disinterested gaze shifts from you to the large glass of what you hope is simply wine, you can feel the shuddering intensity of the power he holds. Dangerous enough that it causes even your soul's shape to ripple in the stagnant air.

"You're a curious one, you know? Most are on their knees, begging for mercy."

"Is that what you prefer? Begging?"

The red liquid swirls as his fingers tap against the side of the glass. Silver hand jewelry accentuating the veins on his hands sparkles under the low, candlelit glow of the chandelier and matches the smirk that grows on his red lips.

"Only from those who dare to threaten my authority."

A silver, pearl-encrusted dagger lays on the floor between his golden throne at the table of gluttony and where you stand defiantly down on the concrete floor. Your wrists are bound together in front of you by a writhing strand of black shadows that spew out tiny hisses, much stronger than they look.

"I told you, I don't know where that came from. It's not mine!"

"Oh but darling," he laughs — though it's without humor, "it is."

You bare your teeth like a wild, caged animal. "I don't know a single thing! I just arrived here, someone has to be framing me, that dagger is not mine!"

Heeled boots create an echoing thud through the room that seems to enlarge and shrink at the same time. He bends down to pick up the dagger, turning it in his hands and inspecting it.

"This definitely belongs to you."

You stomp your foot. "No, it does n — "

"Because it was originally mine."

Your breath catches in your throat. Not just in response to his statement but because of the sharp point of the dagger inches away from your jugular. You may be an incorporeal existence now but fear fails to leave your instincts. Especially with a powerful entity's threats that could truly hurt you.

"Do you want a new life that bad?" he questions and for some reason he almost sounds… wistful? You're able to feel the cold steel against your chin as he taps the dull side of the dagger underneath it so you meet his searing, scarlet irises with a wide-eyed gaze. "That can't be it. There should only be one reason why you're standing before me."

"... Which is?"

"To return to your rightful place."

You attempt to take a step back but the shadows under his control swirl around your feet, anchoring you in place as he leans in.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"To come back to me. My queen."

"What?"

"The only other rightful ruler of Limbo." He's close enough that you can smell the sweet but smokey scent emanating from him, the dagger still poised between the two of you. "Allow me to remind you, my beloved."

Shadow wisps tickle your cheeks, encouraging you to close your eyes as they wrap around you. You think you should be terrified, screaming and struggling in protest. But the caresses of darkness welcoming you have nostalgia entangled within. A strange but familiar sense of comfort has you willingly grant them access into your mind to reawaken suppressed memories of a past life.

An arranged marriage. Heavy crowns. Lovelessness. A kiss stolen under the stars. Satin silk sheets. A dagger decorated with pearls. A promise, an oath. Blood. A chained box. Death. A name.

"Junhui," you breathe out.

"My love," he affirms with a hushed whisper of your own name.

Your eyes reopen with a glow, drinking in his features with a different sense of appreciation. One that holds recognition and fondness. Utter longing.

"How did this happen?"

He gently takes your hand, releasing your hands from the bindings and leads you up the stairs.

"After the soldiers cut me down, I found myself here. Searching for you, for a sign. Instead I found this." The ornate chair next to the one he was sitting on holds an old, beaten-up wooden box with heavy silver chains. It lies open but empty. "The higher beings told me I would have to wait and be patient… that I would have absolutely no doubts when you finally arrived."

You take the dagger he holds out to you, the same as you did on that fateful yet tragic night. Fragmented memories piece together the events that led up to your demise. Frantically digging a hole to hide the box containing the written love notes exchanged between your lover. The dagger should've joined them but the devastating news your personal maid delivered to you was buried into your body instead of the ground. Infused to become a part of your soul.

A sob unwittingly escapes. "For how long?"

"Too long." Junhui sighs. "I lost count thousands of years ago."

"I'm so sorry — "

"Don't. You've come to me now and that's all that matters."

"Jun…"

"Welcome to my lost world," he wipes away the tears that trail down your cheeks. "I've built it all for you, my queen. No one can defy or separate us now."

It is not the paradise you envisioned in your mortal lives nor the nirvana your soul imagined it'd be sent to. But that didn't matter because you realize that what you've always wanted — who you've always needed — was standing before you. Welcoming you with an open embrace.

"So, what happens now?"

"We must ensure that your soul is bound here… and to me so it won't move on or disappear… if that is what you want. You must make a choice."

You brush the strand of hair that escaped from his ponytail behind his ear. "What choice is there to make? I want to stay with you, to be with you. What must I do to make that happen?"

Junhui bites his lip. With a deep breath, he walks you over to where a shattered mirror sits in the corner. You try to hold back a scream and whimper instead, watching through the cracked glass as Junhui's arms wrap steadily around you — but nothing of you visible — in the reflection.

"Oh my g — "

"God can't help us now, beloved. He was never on our side to begin with." You nod pensively and Junhui continues. "Would you allow me to touch you, darling? Like before? I must bind your soul here and to do that, I will have to claim you as mine."

You turn to face him with a smile. "Aren't I already yours? Years ago, hidden under the veil of night?"

He beams back at you. "I take that as a yes, then?"

"Yes" rolls off your tongue and then Junhui's pressing his lips against yours. Running his tongue across your lips to seek permission, you chase his mouth as he walks backward until he's seated on his chair.

You fall against him, knees planting on either side of his thighs cushioned by the plushy surface. The ruffles on his blouse tickle your sudden bare skin and you pull away, looking at him in shock.

"Special privileges," he smirks devilishly, "I can manipulate the Limbo landscape quite easily so making your soul bare for me takes little effort."

"Will I be able to do the same?"

"Of course, my queen. And more." He takes your hand and places it over his chest. "But it's not like you need any powers to strip me, my dear. And I hope you'll use those kinds of powers on no one else but your king."

It's an invitation you would never refuse. The sound of tiny buttons and the clatter of the dagger hitting the floor fill the room as you rip off his shirt and slide it down his shoulders. Your hand trails down his pecs to the abs you were graced with upon your arrival, following the defined veins that disappear into his pants. He halts you when you start to slide down and you frown.

"I thought you liked people begging on their knees?"

"I do… but only in certain cases. Perhaps we can save that for another time, I'm supposed to be worshiping you, my love. Encouraging you to stay with me. Uniting our souls."

You want to tell him that you would not leave no matter what. But you know the strange workings of the afterlife and anything before, between, and after have strict rules that must be followed.

So, you relent. Letting him take control, peppering your upper body with kisses as he runs his fingers up and down the sides of your body. Committing it all to memory once more. Though you are no different to him than you were centuries ago.

The sting of coldness from his rings and fancy jewelry comes as a shock. Junhui feels you jolt against his hold and pauses, looking up at you from where his head is positioned between the valley of your chest.

"Are you okay?"

You nod, explaining the sensations, and he smiles contently; resuming his journey across the curves of your body. The soft material of his pants press against your center as you slowly begin to sink down on his thigh, submitting to the thrall of pleasure. As he tenses the thick muscle, you feel the breath of his snort when he guides your hips to move.

Sharp teeth graze the supple skin of your breasts and you furrow your brow, fingers running across his equally razor-edged jawline as you gently push his head back. Lidded eyes gaze at you with a lust-filled yet yearning look as you inquisitively explore his mouth.

Marveling at the same features you'd gawked at in your previous life, all motions halt as your lover dutifully lets you run your finger across his fangs. Earlier, his tongue had focused on tangling within your mouth in fear of potentially slicing you.

But as you prick your thumb on the point of his left canine tooth, no pain and no blood comes as you are neither dead nor alive. Giggling, you press a kiss on the mole right above it and gleefully show him.

"You can't hurt me."

"Not yet," he winks and encourages you to move your hips again. "As long as you're nice and wet, it won't."

"I don't think pain exists here."

He frowns, eyes darkening. "It does. I was so very lonely. It deeply hurt and ached so much that I slowly became numb. But all of that is a distant thought, overshadowed by you in my arms and on my lap."

You kiss his nose next. "I don't want you to feel lonely anymore. I'm here to stay with you for the rest of eternity."

He turns you around and you gasp. What once was reflected in the empty, cracked mirror now shows a depraved image. Junhui's hands move faster, one hand moving down to spread your cunt open for you to see while the other fondles your tits.

Leering over your shoulder, he harshly sucks on your neck before biting down lightly. You moan. Head thrown back as his fangs pierce you but once again, no pain is felt and no blood is spilled. Just pure bliss and pleasure.

"Look at you," Junhui praises. "Look at how beautiful you are when you finally sit on this throne."

By throne, he must mean his cock. The diamond encrusted belt is slipped off and dropped on the floor, his fingers busy as he unzips his pants. You feel his hard length slap against your back, having shifted forward to give him space to move.

His shadows aid him, lifting you up a decent amount and playing with you a bit to stretch you out before they ease you down on his thick girth. You throw your head back against his other shoulder and he takes the opportunity to lick up the opposite side of your neck. Biting as he pleases.

You both let out synonymous moans when he bottoms out, gasping at how fiery his gaze is that it's almost melting the glass of the mirror as he stares you head-on.

"Your beauty shines in this abyss."

If you could, you'd ride him into oblivion but the burning stretch of his thick cock is overwhelming enough that even your supernatural body cannot escape the plethora of pleasure surging as your hole clenches tight around it. Luckily, the shadows sweep forward at his beckon once more, tendrils wrapping around your ankles in the effort to assist your feeble movements.

It's far from scary because they are just another part of him. Curling around your nipples, brushing tenderly at your cheek, tickling your clit… yet it feels like Junhui's hands are all over you. Even though you know he hasn't moved away from your hips as your nails dig into his forearms from the intense up and down motions, ass slapping against his thighs.

You can feel a distinct power surge — twisting and turning as your drooling figure becomes more and more defined in the melting mirror. The Limbo is welcoming the long awaited queen into its domain, accepting the share of powers as the king ravages his beloved on the very throne he once spent decades crying upon.

"You are mine, aren't you, my queen?"

"Yes, I am yours… my king," you huff out, surrendering to your climax with an otherworldly scream as your soul adjusts to its newfound abilities as he joins you in a blazing release deep within your cunt.

Sweat makes your skin glisten as you lay in Junhui's arms panting. The shadows come forth once more — at your command — solidifying into an elegant black outfit.

The king hums in approval. "No crown is needed to represent your authority, but I will give whatever gems and riches you desire."

"I want nothing but you."

"Isn't it funny? Alive, I could offer you nothing but now in this realm of ours — anything is possible."

You kiss his forehead, smiling extra sharply with your newly acquired fangs. "Thank you for waiting for me."

"Thank you for coming back." Junhui whispers against your lips. "Now we have the rest of eternity to make up for what we lost."

Bound together. Forever. In Limbo.

#ez.creates #svt smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #junhui smut #wen junhui smut #jun smut #Pls forgive me for this it was fun while it lasted istg #svt.smut

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daisygirlwrites · 11 months

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Task Force 141 + Hunger Games AU

Note: Headcanons for Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost. Crash is only mentioned at the very end.

Warnings: Death, Violence, Animal Death (mentioned)

a/n: holy cow, hello hello everyone, it has been a minute! finals kicked my ass and work has been hectic but i finally had some time to write something! been rewatching (and rereading) the Hunger Games series and it got me thinking. Like, which districts would the 141 members be in, their Panem outfits, the arena they played, how they won their games and such.

i might make a part two, a version with Konig, Horangi, Alejandro, Rudy and maybe even Graves, let me know if y’all want that

still figuring out my new schedule, hopefully should have another work out soon! thanks for reading :)

taglist: @bobfloydsgf , @warenai , @devilsfoodcake22 , @itsscromp , @dilfsaremyfavourite

gif credit: @tawneybel

Price:

This comes with no surprise, but Price would come from District 4. Not just because of his love for fishing, this district would have prepared him for the Games.

Since this district makes the children start working at a younger age, he’ll know his way around a blade. He’d be fit too, given that his job would be physically demanding.

In the books it’s mentioned that District 4 is a Career District. With his training and other skills, he is one of many ‘perfect’ tributes to be picked for the Reapings

Price wouldn’t be the type of volunteer, but given the culture around the Games and also being in a Career District, he wouldn’t be as terrified if he was picked. And when he was chosen as a tribute, he'd be on the older side, at around seventeen, almost eighteen years old. There was a round of cheers when his name was called out. But like every tribute, he felt the pit of dread growing bigger as he gave a fake smile to the crowd before him.

Without a doubt, Price was one of the more popular tributes in the lineup. Yes he had the skills but there’s no denying that he was attractive. Even more so in his parade and interview outfit; his stylist basically made him look like a sea god, dressing him in dark greens, blue and accented with gold. He’s also polite during his conversation with Cesar, making him out to be a gentleman that people swoon over. In other words, he did not have a problem getting sponsors.

He’s basically an older Finnick Odair

The arena for his games is kind of a mix between the 74th and 75th games. Like, the Oregon coast. Mountains on one side, the ocean on the other. (Now that I’m writing this, I took a look on the official map of Panem and District 4 is basically the West Coast, AKA the environment he grew up in)

On the first day, Price manages to snag a spear. He participates in the bloodbath, taking out two tributes. He also makes a temporary alliance with the Career pack, only so he can pick out the supplies in the Cornucopia.

Got out of the alliance as soon as he could and made his way to the beach side of the arena. Finds a small cave on one end and makes it his base camp. Price stays there for a few days, avoiding other tributes. However, as the number of tributes got smaller, a huge wave pushed him back towards the mountain side.

The arena itself slowly floods, bringing the remaining tributes closer together. This isn’t much of an issue with Price but it is for the others. Half of them drowned and the rest of the Careers were picking each other off. And in the end, Price was the last one standing.

Came out of his games very traumatized, like everyone else. He starts smoking as a way to keep the edge off him. When he starts as a mentor, he basically becomes a chainsmoker in the weeks leading up and during the games.

Gaz:

Also from District 4. Like Price and everyone else in that district, he began working at a young age. He watched Price’s, Soap’s and Ghost’s games as he grew up, closely taking notes of each victor while also praying that he won’t get picked.

Unfortunately, he was about fifteen when he was reaped. Unlike Price though, it was evident that Gaz was terrified. He didn’t listen to anything as he slowly made his way up to the stage. The previous victors gave him a look of empathy.

Price has been an on and off mentor during the last ten years, so he’s seen his fair share of frightened children, but it broke his heart seeing Kyle put on a brave face as they made their introductions to each other.

In the past games that Price has mentored, he had two victors, which is pretty good compared to the other districts and even mentors. Knowing that Gaz was trained like him, Price was determined to keep him alive

Gaz had the same skills Price had when he was growing up. However, Price went into his games a little older than most, therefore he had more experience. During the tribute training, Gaz was advised to go into more blade work

During the parade and interviews, Gaz was decked out in blue, white and a lot of gold. It was a way for sponsors to take notice of him. He was also nicknamed “The Protege” with how similar he is to Price, with their training scores, skill sets and attitude.

It also seems like the arena was in favor for the District 4 tributes, a huge forest surrounding a large lake with a mini island in the middle. Since he was one of the only tributes who could swim a distance, he basically camps on that island for the time being, kind of doing the same thing in Price’s games.

Many have tried and failed to get to him. However, with the remaining five tributes, he was led back towards the cornucopia for the Feast. Unfortunately, Gaz had a couple close calls with how often he got tangled in the other tributes’ traps. Was fending one off while he was hanging upside down at some point

Final fight was between him and a Career boy. Gaz leads him into the lake and books it to the island. Unlike the Career, he knows he has the stamina to fight after he swims back. Had the upper hand for being faster than his opponent, winning the games

When he got back to the Capitol, he was greeted with a hug by Price.

Soap:

So, I’m torn between which district to put Johnny in. I can see him as a Career, especially with how he’s built. However, I feel like he’d win his games by blowing people up and someone from District 3 would have that knowledge. I also thought about putting him in District 12 but kids under 18 aren’t allowed to be in the mines.

I think overall, he would probably fit in District 1. Even with their close relationship with the Capitol, they were one of the first to rebel. So with that in mind, everyone in the district understood that the Games are overall a reality show. He was trained in the district academy but was probably coached by his parents to not come off as ‘bloodthirsty’, a common stereotype for the Career tributes

As the oldest son of the family (16 years old) he personally wouldn’t volunteer. If he were picked, then that’s that but there’s also the high chance of having someone take his place. However, if his younger brother gets picked, he’s gonna pull a Katniss.

Either way, he’s in the games. He and his district partner were decked out in blue silk with white rhinestones as accents for the parade. Made his tribute personality as the “bad boy with the heart of gold”. Worked very well, especially with his stylist giving him a mohawk and dressing him in dark blue leather. Was charming as hell during interviews, easily making him a crowd favorite.

Since his family works with chemicals to make luxury bath products, he has some knowledge of what goes together to make something blow up. He makes an off hand comment about it to his mentor. Before the start of the game, his stylist quietly informs him that he’ll get everything he needs for an explosive event.

The arena consists of large hills and old castle-like ruins on some of them. There are some trees and a field of tall grass. Has an unusual game plan for a Career. Once the gong rang, he books it to the Cornucopia, grabbing a supply bag and a weapon. Expecting to be involved with the blood bath, most tributes avoided him, even when he just ran off to the direction of an empty ruin.

Basically camps for the majority of the games. Watching and avoiding other tributes, also getting the proper chemicals via scavenging and sponsors. There are six of them left, including him, half of the Career pack and others from different districts. He needed one last thing for the bomb and the Feast had it.

Was the first to get to the Cornucopia, quickly taking his item. However, he wasn’t alone for long. The Careers figured out what he was doing with a large supply of chemicals and they convinced the others to form an alliance to stop him. But by complete accident, somehow everything got mixed together in the bag. Having no other choice, Johnny chucks the bag in the group's direction before running off. Next thing he knows is that he’s flying through the air and then blacking out

Wakes up in the Capitol as a winner and is known for being one of few victors to simultaneously kill multiple tributes

Ghost:

Hear me out on this, Simon can fit in a lot of districts. Hell, he can be a Career. However, I feel like District 10, aka Livestock, makes sense. There isn’t a lot of information about the district on the official wiki, however, reddit has some good ideas about it.

Like the rest of the guys, Simon was most likely trained to work at a somewhat young age. Working at a ranch includes a lot of physical labor, so at least he’ll be physically fit. Also in the CoD comics, it was shown that before he joined the military, he was training to be a butcher. And with that being said, he wouldn’t mind the blood and even killing. Yeah, it’s a terrible thing but in order to survive the games, you gotta win it and he knows that very well.

He’d probably start his work training when he turned twelve, which is also the same age for a child to get tesserae. With his father out of the picture, it was just him, Tommy and his mom. So once he started working and getting tesserae, his family’s lives slightly improved. Much to his mother’s sadness, he also understands that by getting more tesserae, his name would be added into the reaping bills.

He knew the risk and unfortunately, he paid the price. He was 17 when his name was pulled. Simon heard a woman scream in the background and he already knew it was his mother. Tommy was next to him, already on the verge of tears as he watched his older brother walk towards the stage.

There were only two victors in the last twenty years for District 10 but honestly, they were both in rough shape to be mentors. However, his district was assigned a new Capitol escort, a young woman named Kathrine Laswell. She was in her mid-twenties, always dressed in elegant gray dresses. She wasn’t flashy like the other Capitol citizens and was the only person that treated him and his district partner like human beings. Kate became their unofficial mentor, guiding them throughout the week and helping them get sponsors

During the Tribute Parade, he and his district partner also got new stylists. While District Ten tributes were often dressed as cowboys or put in a crude animal costume, this year they were dressed in all black with white metal panels, resembling skeleton bones. They were also given a mask, being the top half of a skeleton head. This new costume caught the attention of a few sponsors. Keeping with the skeleton motif, his suit for the interview had black stones stitched into his jacket, creating the outline of bones.

He was calm but serious during his interview, creating a mysterious air around him

Simon’s arena resembles an abandoned downtown city. It’s a couple city blocks long all around. The tributes start off in what looks like an overgrown football field, the Cornucopia being right in the middle. He was lucky enough to get a supply bag and a machete as he ran out of the field.

His training scores were higher than average but he wasn’t hunted by the Career pack just yet. Even with his large frame, he was good at keeping his movements quick and quiet. He avoided the other tributes, most of them running around the tall, decaying skyscrapers.

By complete accident, he found the edge of the arena and the force field around it. He throws rocks at it, all of them bouncing back at high speeds. Eventually, he throws one hard enough that instead of coming back instantly, there were brief sparks of electricity.

Simon uses this information when the male tribute from District 2 chased after him. Both of them were running at full speed and Ghost was leading. When they were close to the edge, he jumped to the side at the last second. He looks back, watching the tribute slam into the force field and briefly electrocute him. This caused a small blackout in that area of the arena.

And as a familiar pattern in the games, all of the remaining tributes were forced to move towards the center of the arena. Up until this point, Simon has only killed one person but during this time, he had to kill or be killed. For him, he was terrified with the fact of how killing others was almost as easy as butchering animals back in his home district. He was silent and quick, always telling himself that he’s giving others an easy and almost painless death.

In the end, he didn’t win by having a big all out battle. He won by stalking behind his opponent and slicing their neck, as if they were easy prey.

Becomes a mentor after he turns 18. He actually likes the role but the toll of seeing his tributes killed slowly eats at him. A couple years goes by and he mentors the younger sister of his former district partner. And that was the year where District 10 got another victor.

#daisygirlwrites #cod headcanons #call of duty headcanons #call of duty imagine #simon riley #simon ghost riley #john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john mactavish #kyle garrick #task force 141 headcanons #task force 141 #hunger games au

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lunar-rcp · 21 days

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𓏲 ₊˚๑ ꒰ A halloween dilemma ?! ꒱ ໑

🌷🔥 ミ royber short oneshot

☆ Something short. I've been taking a while with oneshots, so i decided to make a little something for myself and you guys if you're all interested !

Halloween was just creeping around the corner, and everyone was understandably excited for a spooky holiday.

Eating candy till your stomach twists, wandering around town admiring the decorations everyone had set up, scaring everyone out of their engines..

A very exciting holiday, indeed.

But last and for more importantly;

What's Halloween without a dazzling costume to show off?

A situation the rescue team would rather avoid. They are the face of the town, the stars, if you will. They must dress to outshine the others as stars do.

And so, they were all situated at their base. Clothes are scattered all around on the ground, concept sketches were made of a mess on the desk.

“Amber, have you found something to wear yet?” Helly tilted his head in curiosity, the fabric made stem of his pumpkin costume slightly dropping down.

All of the others had already been pleased with their costumes. However, Amber was in a slump as she couldn't figure out what to wear for hers. And time was ticking!

“Not yet..” A long, weary sigh rolled out of Amber. She just had to think of something, but what could she do?

“Hmm..” Poli hummed, rubbing the side of his head with his palm. “Perhaps you can take inspiration from something you like!”

“Something I like?” Amber's eyes averted towards Roy's door.

And as if fate had tied the strings of inspiration together, an idea had popped up in her head.

A great one.

“You all look amazing!” Jin clapped her hands together. “I just can't wait for halloween! All our costumes look–” Jin put her rambles to a halt when she spotted Amber wasn't in the room with the others. “Huh?” Jin raised an eyebrow. “Where did Amber go?”

“Ah, I think she's in her room at the moment. She did say she needed time to prepare her costume.” Roy gave a tiny smile. “Would you like for me to go get her?” Roy offered, his hand raising up as to gesture his offer.

“That would be great! Thanks, Roy!” Jin placed her hands onto her hips, looking content.

A minute or so later, Roy stood in front of Amber's door. For some reason he didn't know himself, he felt oddly nervous. As if something was awaiting just behind the door.

With a deep breath, he knocked onto her door. “Amber? Jin needs you, are you there?”

“Come in!!” A muffled voice spoke from behind the door, only adding to Roy's concerns.

“Uh, alright?” Roy answered Amber's voice with a puzzled tone of voice of his own. Just what was she planning?

“I'm coming in!” Roy hesitantly pushed the door aside, stepping into Amber's room only to find a room filled with a black void of darkness.

Why aren't the lights on? “Uh, Amber! I'm turning the lights on, I can't really see.” Roy directed his headlights towards the light switch, he then flicked it on.

He was met with a sight he'd never expected to happen in a million light years.

“Well, well!” A mischievous giggle emitted from the ambulance as she twirled around, the sweet smile she usually had was now a smug one.

Amber had decided to wear something she likes the most!

..That being, an outfit like Roy's. To the firemen's hat to the huge boots he always wore, she had it spot on.

“Y'know, Poli told me to wear something I'd like!” Amber sweetly giggled. “Sooooo..”

She pointed her finger directly at the widen-eyed fire engine.

“I'd like to put out those flames that dance around your heart, Roy!” A soft pink hue was lightly brushed on her cheeks, but she had winked to play it cool.

Roy, on the other side.. wasn't playing it as cool as he hoped. A bright, red blush had emitted on the sides of his cheeks. His blush was even redder than his own paint.

“I– oh my god– Amber– Uh–” His words only spiraled into a row of incoherent mumbles. With everything he had tried to say, he had clumsily tripped over his words.

Safe to note, Amber had decided on the devil concept she had initially. Otherwise, she'd need to put a fire out that had blazed from out of the fireman himself on the top of his head.

Although, that was the cutest reaction Roy has ever had in a lifetime. A memory that Amber will always look back upon with a warm feeling sparked within her heart.

divider by @cafekitsune !

#robocar poli #robocar #roy #amber #kidshow #oneshot

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cidthesquid · 4 months

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Closing the Book on Fashion Forward! (Mini Review+Personal Story)

Yes, yes, I'm aware, this is the 3rd “I've finish Style Savvy FF" post! But This time it's for real, I completed the (spoilers) event, and I've even transferred my save off the emulator for long-term storage on the game cart! [My adventure spanned from 11/04/23 - 12/26/23]

Here are my last few outfits! (mini-review to follow!)

Overall, had a ton of fun with this game! It was one of the most memorable gaming experiences I've had in years. But it was not without it's hiccups, the most obvious being how events are handled, At times you'll have to wait for the correct person to pop-up to progress the plot, and sometimes they just refuse to show up. The Real time clock is a neat addition, with a season system for fashion shows, shop inventory, and for some slight weather features. it's FAR less strict than in games like animal crossing, but it can make unlocking some content really annoying, since you have to wait a real-world day for shops to refresh, and some in-game locations are locked out for different based on the time. But it by no means hampers you from enjoying the game's core loop. (Nigh owls rejoice) I could also complain about unlocking colors and hairstyles and makeup, as they all feel pretty random without a guide. But again these are all just extra. The core gameplay loop of managing inventory, designing outfits, and matching style to your customer was absolutely top notch! Even on my last day, I ended up coming with at least two new ones when I thought I'd exaused all options. The only snag with this, is after a fashion show, everyone will get excited about the theme, and will demand that you only make outfits in that specific style for multiple days afterwards, so that can get a little repetitive. But other than that, the core designing has been more fun than I thought possible! (Personal story relayed to SS, after the break!)

Alright, well since this will be my last post for a little while, (I'll take a short break before starting trendsetters) I figured I'd talk a little about why Style Savvy means soo much to me. (It's SUPER long, and get's a little personal, but you've been warned!) In short, I've always been a bit self-conscious about how I present myself in games. I'm a guy, and generally only play as guy characters designed to look as much like me as possible, Not because it's more 'immersive', or that that's because I'm most comfortable with, but because it would mean less 'uncomftable questions' from others, Yet I'd still get comments such as "that doesn't look like you", why'd you choose that.. weight/height/ hairstyle/skin tone/etc, that's not accurate"!

And that, mixed with many offhanded comments about how others chose to dress their characters, (and the possible reasons why they chose 'a specific outfit', applying a negative connotation to even the idea of a guy playing as a female character) It kinda enforced in my mind, that even wanting to play as a cool, cute or even sassy female character was just creepy in some way. So for a long time, I just avoided it my making all my main characters as close to myself as possible, but even having a female side/alt directly based of an existing TV show/game character would still cause some sarcastic remarks, so I just stopped using them in any multiplayer games, and stuck with my main. Eventually i stated playing Final Fantasy XIV and made my standard character, but the friend that introduced me to the game decided he had no interested in playing the start of the game again, and the few others I planned to play with were always busy, so I decided to make a female side character, and came up with a design I liked and ended up playing as them a lot, while waiting for others to be free. In Final Fantasy, I picked up crafting, and started making my own armor and clothing, and for the first time, I was actually designing outfits for an original female character! and began really enjoying the various outfits I could make, and mixing pieces for new looks It still felt kinda weird, I'd never cared about how other people designed or dressed their characters, but it still felt 'wrong' for me somehow, (Like I was enforcing my own will on them, deciding how they dress. as silly as it sounds) The compromise was making a few alt characters, giving each a style an personality, and just sticking to only designing within "what they would actually wear"

That allowed me to be much more comfortable designing in various styles, but I still felt a little weird making specific styles, as I was worried about how it would be precived by other players. ...And eventually 'Fashion Dreamer' released it looked interesting, looking it up online introduced me to 'Style Savvy', So I gave Fashion Forward a Shot, and fell in love with the game. It let me designed outfits my and other characters, but removed all the previous sources of anxiety! I did not have to worry about anyone else's feelings, no one in the game cared about who I was or how I looked in real life, I was not taking away anyone elses control, they decide they want to look cute/cool/feminine, and I'm just helping them achieve their goal. I could look however I want, and it would never bother anyone or make them feel uncomfortable. The people in the world were all very nice and friendly, and while they may be fake, the positive improvement the game has had on my live has been very real! The game may not be a teaching tool, but I still feel I've learned a fair bit about the basics of fashion and outfit customization. and I feel more confident in not just my designs, but how I feel about making characters in general! ...I mean to a point. I did completely redesign my avatar when I started posting here, as I was worried about what people would think, of my working with an avatar that appeared to be of a different race, ....despite me never posting any IRL pics... ...But, baby steps, I have to start somewhere! --- Thanks Syn Sophia, this game has truly changed my life for the better! :)

#syn sophia #fashion game #fashion dreamer #style savvy #style boutique #fashion forward #3ds #ffxiv #new style boutique #ff14

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Henlo love,

I got asked a fashion ask recently and it made me realize that you are another fashion mutual whose thoughts I just have to know!!!

So what would you wear for a feast thrown by the royal family in the asoiaf/ hotd universe?

It doesn't have to be medievally accurate in terms of "oh would they have chiffon or net back then?"

Go crazy!! I wanna see your choices 👀💓

Your fashion mutual,

Mera

Let me wait until the very end of the month to answer this question lol

I’m so happy you asked this though. I loved this so much though I actually might write fanfic lol.

Okay since I’m so indecisive I split this into sections by area and period (HOTD and GOT) and included some reasons as to why.

Without further ado:

North, Dance of the Dragons Era:

I was born in the Alaska aka the Winterfell of America so I had to start here.

In my imagination, my Northern house would be associated with magic and cannibalism and is one of the reasons why the North is stereotyped as ‘feral’ despite us originating in the Vale (similar to the Manderlys). Since my irl family’s business is blue, assume all of my Houses’ colors are also blue. The dress is low cut with lace over my bosom as it is warmer in KL, however fur is a sign of wealth so I would have my dress lined with it. My dress has Northern plants embroidered in silver and purple and a cutout to show some beading, again to show off my wealth. The Schiaparelli inspired buttons have eyes and a pair of lips sort of playing with the rumors of cannibalism and the earrings are based in the crying Weirwood trees. I’ve got chains with charms to protect me at the capital. I like the idea that the North is slower to accept being part of Westeros despite being a good few monarchs into Targaryen rule so they are still clinging onto pieces of life before the Seven Kingdoms.

Dorne

Unfortunately all my drawings of me in Dorne inspired wear did not turn out the way I wanted but I wanted to include Westeros’s token queer POC so I pulled out some couture instead. My Dornish house would grow wine and be close to Highgarden (because for the life of me, I cannot figure out where they can grow their famous wine, wiki didn’t mention any vineyards). I would wear a dress similar to the left to resemble the rivers that water our land. Dornish wine is one of our land’s prides so while it’s not a typical orange or gold, I am showing country pride in a foreign land with a rocky history. I did consider wearing orange/red Iris Van Herpen gowns that resemble desert mirages I it couldn’t add pics to my response. The blue also has a kinder, peaceful appearance. The right pic has the jewelry I would wear, lots of gold that emphasizes the figure with stacks of gems from abroad to show the wealth from trade. It also resembles armor so while I am at KL for peaceful reasons (which would lead the way for Dorne to being part of the Seven Kingdoms), I am on guard given our recent wars. However my accessories only armor, not weapons to resemble Dorne’s self defense. It also resembles Criston Cole’s armor, connecting me to the only Dornish member at court. Similar to the response of my Northern outfit, the colorful, sheer, and figure hugging dresses would reaffirm that Dornish stereotypes are true.

Essos

My family is from the Philippines so this is my take on fantasy!Philippines inspired by the limited resources I could find on their fashion history. This country is south of Yi Ti and is the center of sea trade in South Essos. The dress prints are inspired by batok tattoos (famously done by the legendary Apo Whang Od). The face paint is inspired by Yakan traditional face paint. The headdress is inspired by the Filipino sun on the flag. In this fantasy world I am allowed an empire waist dress with a flowing cape. Most of the fabrics are light and breathable because of the humid air and that translates to KL’s summer weather.

ASOIAF era:

North

Winter is nearing so I am all bundled up, even if I’m in KL. My house slowly shed its cannibal rumors through ancestor’s noble accomplishments so there are less references to them. The only visible reference that I wear is a Victorian inspired painted broach with my lover’s eye on it. This broach does encourage the magic-wielding rumors though. We have moved from being like Boltons to being like the Manderlys. Since it’s closer to winter, I don’t embroider my dress to conserve thread but my new dresses with flashy colors and beads as well as my fur hat with beads from trading with Essos do still signify my wealth.

Dorne

While I was a child during Robert’s Rebellion, I grew up hearing stories of Elia Martell. When I arrive at KL I have a golden spine similar to what she wore after the tourney at Harrenhal. I imagine it became a fashion statement in Dorne and I am carrying it to the capital to subtly show the court my alliance. Outside of the Martell family, Elia sort of achieves sainthood. She lived a tragic life and is (for better or worse) now on an pedestal for Dorne to project their feelings about the rest of Westeros. Since my family grows grape vines for wine, my dress would be wine red rather than black. The fire dress is more a show of my allegiance to House Martell and the mourning of Elia (and later Oberyn) as well as a sign that the Targaryens will return. It’s also got metals and thorn-like edges so no member of the capital would think to go near me. Gone are the softer, flowy fabrics and jewelry of my peacemaking ‘ancestor’. Now I am sharp, dark, and full of ancestral vengeance.

Essos

This is inspired by Michelle Dee’s Miss Philippines dress inspired by batok tattoos. I couldn’t decide which one I liked better so I included both. My face is less painted due to changing trends. (However boobs are and will continue to be an important part of my outfit lol) In addition there are fewer patterns on the dress. It is more structured and has different types of fabrics though. This includes an early development of fishnets which will reference my House’s wealth attributed to fishing and sailing.

I’m probably forgetting a few details but I’ve definitely rambled enough. I hope this was as fun for you to read as it was fun for me to draw and write!

#asks #asoiaf hair and clothing #game of thrones #house of the dragon #tv fashion #Art #my oc #my oc Art #mine #plus size fashion

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morimakesfanart · 7 months

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Sindria's Prophet Concept Art #1

Since it's the anniversary of when Mori gets Isekai'd (Oct 3rd) I decided to post some concept art to celebrate. Some of these was already posted to tumblr before, but I wanted to have all of the part 1 art together for this first edition in The Adventures of Simpbad Collection. Most of this is fashion/outfit ideas more than scene ideas, but I hope you enjoy them :3

I'll go through outfits first. WIP moments will be in [#2]

My early outfit ideas are always a bit more outlandish or cliche, but it's also where I figure out what type of stuff I want from an outfit.

Actually writing scenes helps me think about what actually makes sense for the moment. When I get to this stage I often narrow the design down to 2 ideas pretty easily. I pick whichever design I vibe with more and then some times I use the backup later if I'm out of ideas and need something for one scene. The tunic/dress Mori wore during the first Sinbird scene was like that. It was the runner up for the ship outfit.

The first final 3 outfits together:

The hoodie and shorts was a no brainer since that's just one of my favorite lounge outfits.

Once I got Mori to Sindria and actually had the option to give them a more anime outfit I was back to more outlandish designs. I hit a stalemate and switched to digital so I could test out colors and layers more easily

Eventually I ended up making my own dress up doll XD

Eventually I looked at the Magi color palette and realized that the teal/aqua I really like wearing isn't in it. It only has cyan and green, but not the range between, so I ended up having pick and choose and most of those ideas got dropped except for the one with the short vest that I made green. I really like that outfit so I'll probably use it again at some point. I have a few ideas for outfits the next arcs based on some of these, so look forward to those :D

I knew I wanted something special for the Announcement Arc and it took me a while to figure out what. It was while playing with the design that I decided on having it be a gift from Queen Artemina, and that helped finalize the design

I hope you like these :D I'll have the next one out soon

#magi prophet fanfic #adventures of simpbad #character design

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the-woomyverse · 1 year

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You Know It Takes Two To Tango~

They had gotten reports of a building appearing out of a large Darkmess Tentacle on Barrendale Mesa. That would have been concerning enough, but apparently the size of the building was huge. It had to be a base of operations, or something like it, for Cursa.

And so, as the heroes approached and began to land the spaceship, they readied their weapons, set up their defenses, and (in the case of Rabbid Peach) charged their phones, and set foot on the desert planet once again, the light of the full moon shining brightly.

As they entered, they didn’t notice the figure watching from the balcony on the roof. The figure smiled. It was nearly time.

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“Keep your guards up.” Edge whispered as she and the other heroes made their way through the hallways of the strange building. “We don’t know what could be waiting for us.”

It was an odd one, for sure. It had a renaissance-era feel to it, what with the candlelit passageways and soft music echoing through the halls.

Eventually, they ran into a dead end, with a puddle of Darkmess facing them.

“Do we… turn around, or…?” Rabbid Luigi asked. Mario opened his mouth to answer.

But before he could… the door they had come through slammed shut, and grasping tentacles shot out of the Darkmess, grabbing every one of the heroes and pulling them in.

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“Ugh…”

Edge’s eyes blinked open, and she slowly got up, shaking her head.

“Stupid Darkmess…” She muttered as she looked around.

Was she… in a ballroom?

It sure seemed like it. Chandeliers fitted with lit candles illuminated the room. There was a set of Cursa’s minions, filling up an orchestra.

Upon seeing the minions of Cursa, Edge instinctively reached for her sword… but her hand grasped at empty air. She looked down to see what had happened to it… and realized her outfit was different.

“Is this… a dress?”

“Ah, la mia bellezza has awoken.”

Edge whipped around to see who was talking… And stopped, as did her heart.

It was Rabbid Mario, in all his Darkmess corrupted glory, wearing a bow tie in addition to his usual outfit.

He held out his hand. “Come. Let us dance the night away.”

“Like I would do that.” Edge snapped. “I’m not dancing with a Darkmess-possessed…”

But she was cut off as something- most likely a Darkmess tendril- pushed her from behind. She stumbled forward, and would have fallen to the floor had Dark Rabbid Mario not caught her.

“Facciamo il tango.” He whispered, and the orchestra began to play as Edge was led along in the dance.

“Where are the others?” Edge demanded, before Dark Rabbid Mario put a finger to her lips.

“They are fine. I sent a few of Cursa’s minions to keep them occupied. Focus on the dance, mia cara. After all…”

“It takes two to tango.”

#sparks of despair #rabbid mario #mario rabbids

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King and his mother?!

In Christ's College Chapel, Cambridge is 16th century stained glass window, a rare example which survived nearly intact. It is thought to be done in 1505. On left is Henry VII. And the woman on right is Margaret Beaufort. In the most unexpected outfit.

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In middle is St. Edward the Confessor,

on left King Henry VII wearing his armour and crown, already grey-haired.

i just love the silvery part of his armour and also these portculises.

Green behind him probably has to do with tudor colours-green and white.

But it is the female figure on right which caught my attention. It is said to be lady Margaret Beaufort, who was very involved with Christ's College in 1505. Hence it is very logical to asume it is her.

However if you play with image a little bit to see the woman's outfit a bit better...you will realise woman is dressed extremely sumptuarily.

The cloak is held in place by white rope ended by tasle-standard design for female cloak of the time. But this vivid blue colour could be one of blues made using snails as dye...very expensive, on par with purple. The pillow beneath her feet is in same colour, cloth before hr crimson-also very expensive.

So what is the golden part? Her gown+wide sleeves of that gown.

Her headwear seems to be plain black, but otherwise it is pure sumptuousness...not at all what we would expect lady Margaret to wear.

Thus i questioned whetever or not it might be Elizabeth of York instead, however i doubt it because of the shape of coronet. It doesnt match Henry's crown and we have depictions of CoA in crown matching her husbands. Plus these wide sleeves are more consistent with 1510s, they wouldnt become part of English fashion until at least mid 1500s, after Elizabeth died. (As far as i know.)

But then Margaret and the college were in 1505, so it makes sense.

Yet I always imagined that her simple outfit we know from portraits had something to do with her swearung celibacy in 1499.

Can somebody please check records of her wardrobe? Because this is way after and she is depicted truly lavishly. But you know-she got her son on throne after years of struggles and worries. Which one of us wouldn't then want to enjoy her golden years?

You know we had similiar thing with Margaret of Austria. She had so many portraits of herself in simple outfit, looking like true mourning widow and didnt want to remarry after two dead husbands. So people mistakenly think that is all she wore all the time, even though it was not so.

Unfortunately the image is also bit dirty and scratched or worn of in places. I imagine that originally it looked more like this:

I know that at the very top we have lines consisting with white chemise, then black line which could be black kirtle, then line of large pearls(maybe ment to sit on edge of black kirtle) then golden line is probably edge of golden gown...but right under it imo is edge of ermine surcoat.

Which obviously would not be showing over lower parts of golden gown.But normally there is no band running across in middle of the chest-imo that is damage.

Then obviously her blue cloak is held in place by pieces of white rope(typical of the time)-ending in tassel.

That is how i interpret it and this is the best version i could come up with:

One more thing. I do not know which one of these is correct:

With or without u-band.

U-band on forehead occurs in gable hoods of 15th century. After 1505, the vast major women would long since have abandoned it. Like a decade prior.

Yet she was over 60, so i cannot rule out that granny who nobody would have dared to criticized-because she was mother of the king- would have gone around in something way out of fashion.

But then...she has no visible paste and that is consistent with 15th century too. Yet the gown is strongly against it.

So this is bit of contradiction, based upon just this small detail.

But who knows, maybe it is simply dirty in the most unfortunate of the spots and conicidently looks more like u-band, while it might be bit of hair showing.

I hope you have enjoyed this and tell me what you think.

#tudor history #margaret beaufort #henry vii #tudor fashion

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 9 months

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I made myself sad with my silly little Hunger Games AU for Descendants and now it’s your problem.

Staring Cruella and Ivy de Vil.

I’m gonna continue this. I hope.

Cruella wakes up with an already raging migraine: Her head feels like it is enclosed in rhythmically tightening iron maiden mask. Huh, Iron maiden. Cruella is fairly sure she designed an outfit based on that, once.

And if she didn’t, she really should have.

Capitol would have loved that, before they figured out what she actually wanted to say. If they ever did.

She doesn’t smirk at that thought.

She considers staying in her bed for today, forever and ever. That looks fun, doesn’t it? Cruella de Vil, Hunger Games Victor and fashion icon, reduced to a rag doll incapable of leaving her own bed. She laughs, harsh and loud, and gets up from the bloody bed.

Her bathroom is suspiciously well stocked: New makeup products and hair care and skin masks, even the lipsticks she broke apart in affect are replaced. Someone cleaned up her mirror as well. Fucking mirror.

Cruella puts on her favourite shade of lipstick and then a damning thought crosses her mind: „Carlos, baby,“ she calls out, hoping that her baby boy is home and hears her, „Can you tell mommy what day it is?“

As she waits for answer, she anxiously brushes through her hair, all tangled up. She makes sure the strokes hurt, and soon, she can barely see through her tears. That’s good–

The floors of her Victor House creak as her little son comes near, led by the hand by his big cousin Ivy. Both dolled up in her signature colours, decided decades ago and miles away. She can’t stand it, not again.

„No no no no no, don’t tell me, don’t tell me, DON’T TELL ME, GO AWAY–––“

(She made her little boy cry)

Only after taking Carlos to a different room, Ivy interrupts her desperate litany with quivering voice: „It is the Reaping day, Auntie.“

Cruella presses her nails into her palms, and tries to smile for her niece: „Your lips are a bit blue, Ivy, darling. Do you want some of my lipstick?“

„Yes, I’d like that, Auntie.“

So Cruella wills her hands to stop shaking for just a little moment and holds Ivy’s chin in place, painting her lips for her. Sure contours and bold colours– „Just like you, my dear.“

„Thank you, Auntie.“

Ivy’s hands are cold as the death herself, and Cruella is sure, so are hers.

It is time to go. Put on your dress, your make-up and your smile, and go.

They might as well have been playing funeral rites for the short walk from Victor’s Village to the square, as far as Cruella is concerned.

Then, Ivy has to go. None of them says good bye – It feels so final, that. Cruella wants to pretend for another moment.

At least her Carlos is not of reaping age yet. How old is he? She’d ask, but her face feels frozen. She’s not sure she can speak.

Any sound, and the world shatters – there is no sound at all, it seems. Just thousands upon thousands of District Three children holding their breaths and each others hands. Cruella presses her son closer to her and doesn’t look for Ivy in the crowd.

(It wouldn’t be hard to find her, bold red and blinding white and damning black. It wouldn‘t be hard at all.)

(She must look like Cruella’s mirror.)

Heels click across the podium, and each step drives a hot nail through Cruella’s temples.

If she wanted, she could recite each word with the hostess. She wishes she could forget them instead.

„Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds ever be in your favour!“ Cruella’s cheeks hurt when she forces herself to smile and recite the eulogy with the hostess.

(If she had not been so damn clever and cunning – so full of herself and of will to live – If she hadn’t spoken, if she could just accept her fate and her place in the world – if she hadn’t tried to change it –I F SHE JUST DIED LIKE THEY WANTED HER TO)

She isn’t surprised when the hostess reads Ivy’s name.

It was always going to happen, wasn’t it?

Ever since she showed Capitol what they are, and refused to stop. She held the mirror until it shattered and when it cut her hand bloody. Literally and figuratively. She screamed, with her voice, and with her art. She screamed until her brother died, and then some more.

She had sentenced her family to die a long time ago.

She catches Ivy’s eyes: The girl walks calmly, her head held high. No sign of trembling from the morning, and cold, cold eyes. She can see something brewing behind them, little clockwork components turning and falling into place.

Click. Click. CLICK.

Cruella de Vil stands up and starts applauding her niece, their perfectly painted lips in joyless smiles. And if that doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.

#disney descendants #hunger games au #cruella de vil #ivy de vil

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purplekoop · 8 months

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Alright I'm in that mood that comes and goes where I try and pretend I have craft skills and wonder how I'd make custom figures for the Overwatch cast that doesn't have one, and wondering about who I'd do first, Symmetra comes to mind often. She's one of the few launch heroes to not have anything that fits a six-inch articulated figure scale, along with Mei, Roadhog, and Winston (Torb and Bastion also count if you're picky about style). Of those though, Symmetra's by far the one that sounds the most achievable, considering she's the only one of that bunch that has a body type that's easy enough to find in action figure form to work as a base. She's also a character that in general gets a lot less attention than I wish she did, so the fact she has basically no merch besides the funko pop (again, she's the only OW1 launch hero to hold that status) kinda just rubs salt in that wound.

So, okay, Symmetra's probably gonna be my first custom Overwatch figure should I ever get the time, skills, and resources to attempt such a feat. I can at least plan now though, so here's my thought process ramble on how I'd do it.

Let's start off by looking at Symmetra's art. I'd kind of prefer her OW2 design aesthetically, but in practice I'd rather do her OW1 look just because it's both simpler and it matches all the other existing 6 inch scale figures. Here's both designs for reference:

In general, OW2 designs are a little more "advanced" than OW1, which for a novice figure maker is something I'd rather avoid if I can. The big distinction is what's probably the most notorious "mmmmm" choice of her original look, the dumb exposed upper legs. I remember a semi-common critique of her was "is it dress code for architects in the future to dress like that", which like. Yeah no it was dumb, and the full pants just make more sense.

Now, to be honest, it wouldn't be hard to go either way on what to do with that part. I could take a creative liberty and just make the whole legs a solid black color, or I could be more accurate and have the exposed thighs. In favor of the thighs, it would make a convenient spot to put a thigh swivel while looking relatively seamless. In fact, the gold part could be the seam.

For reference, here's my Genji. Good figure, but his legs have this very conspicuous disconnect when you twist the thigh swivel to get more leg articulation. It's a nitpick over a compromise made to form to add to function, but it's something that sticks out if you want something to complain about.

So basically, my thought in defense of the exposed thighs is that I instead play it into the function of the articulation since the thigh is already split visually. But then again, I could also just go with entirely black legs, and the thigh swivel still wouldn't stick out much, so. Yeah idk, either way there's options. Just something that came to mind.

Alright let's back up from thigh talk now before it gets too weird, and go onto more general notes. Symmetra is apparently 5'7" tall, which is the exact same height as Mercy.

Actually... now that I think about it... Mercy and Symmetra have a number of similarities in their outfits too. They both have heels, some kind of cloth thing hanging in front of their legs... Honestly, in lieu of better options, I think the Hasbro Mercy figure would be a solid base for the body, at the very least the legs, though I'd need to figure out how to make a new skirt out of a similarly bendy material anyways. I'd have to do a lot of part removal in general, and the upper body isn't exactly ideal, but I could see about snatching the legs at least. I see some listings for Mercy and Pharah for 14 bucks, so it's not like it'd cost a whole lot. even if it doesn't lead anything but a mutilated Mercy figure.

...shoot, I could probably even use Mercy's blaster as a base for Symmetra's gun too, the handle mechanism at the very least would be pretty convenient... even if not Mercy's blaster, I have an extra Tracer I could steal a spare pistol from too, but. Yeah this is a ramble post, if that wasn't made clear yet.

Alright, what else is of note about Symmetra. Well, she's got two arms, one largely unclothed and the other being a prosthetic that seemingly acts as the source of her hard light technology. with a circular light coming out of her palm. The exposed arm should be pretty easy, but the prosthetic one is gonna have to be largely custom.

...or. is it.

I swear I'm uncovering a conspiracy here

Not a perfect match, the bicep thickness and the color especially on the Hasbro figure isn't that similar, but if I wanna be lazy then just snatching and repainting a Genji arm could be an option. The hands for that arm would need more work though, Genji's hand options aren't nearly classy enough for Symmetra's personality. I think Genji is also a fair bit harder to come by, at least based on a passing search. At that point, I might as well either look for a cheaper figure to steal from or just sculpt one myself

As for the body, it's gonna largely need to be custom work. I think just a standard feminine action figure without a lot of body detail like a Marvel Legends figure of any random female superhero with a simple skin-tight outfit would be ideal as a base, then I'd just build her upper outfit on top of it. The flowy parts of the outfit would need to be some kind of separate softer plastic piece. No clue what commercially available materials are out there that'd work like that, but it might be possible to find with some research. I could also be fancy and make it an actual cloth piece, but that feels like it might stick out awkwardly in a collection otherwise entirely made of plastic.

As for the head, I feel like it'd be ideal to find a base with matching hair more than anything else. Again, semi-flexible materials might be tricky to find, so finding a feminine head with that long, black hair already made would be more helpful than anything else. The only other thing of note is her visor, which would require some kind of translucent blue plastic. Lucio's Hasbro figure has a similar green plastic for his... shades? They're part of his headset thing too, and they both use Vishkar-based tech so... maybe they're the same kind of material in-universe too? I dunno, but I know that people have found translucent colored plastic that'd work perfectly for something like Symmetra.

Speaking of which, I'm definitely not stopping at just the character herself. After all, her whole playstyle revolves around chucking more junk onto the battlefield! So, accessories:

First up, the gun. Like I pointed out earlier, I'd probably use a Tracer pistol as the base for the handle, then bulk it up a bit to add though not sure what I'd do for the extra prong bits. If I'm clever, I could make some kind of mold for one of them, and then use it three times to create three identical pieces, but there's a lot of complex details that I don't know how much effort I'd want to put into it. Probably would keep the detailing and colors relatively basic like the Hasbro figures' weapons tend to be.

The Hasbro figures do tend to come with some sort of semi-transparent piece to emulate muzzle flashes or other effects though, so if I manage to crack the code on see-through blue plastic then I'll try to make a laser beam piece that can plug in and out of the center of her gun. Alternatively, I could also maybe try to make a transparent piece based on the kinds of transparent shapes she makes with her left arm, but that might be a bit hard to make not be too heavy to hold. She's already wearing heels, so balance is gonna be an issue for her.

So, now for the accessory so obvious even her Funko includes it: the Sentry Turrets. Which. Present a minor problem. See if you can spot the issue with this as a physical object:

See it's not a super complicated shape, mostly just a white spherical shape with a little flat part for the laser shooty part, and then three little supporting sections. And uh. They don't connect.

Really shouldn't be the hardest thing to figure out, there's usually a glowy blue effect that's implied to be what's supporting the turret in-game. I also wanna go the extra mile and add articulation to them, making it so it can angle the "head" up and down for more detail. If I'd really feel like being extra then I'd make it so the pieces have suction cups on the bottom or something they'd be able to stick to surfaces, but that part seems a little more effort than it might be worth, but it'd be cool if I could. I'd also make three, so ideally I'd have figured out how to use molds repeatedly, because I don't feel like making the same little leg part 9 times from scratch, or the head part 3 times.

Finally, there's the teleporter. This part feels the least "essential" to me, but I'd like to make it if I could.

Again, probably gotta figure out how to make the same piece over and over again for the "legs" of the base. As for the actual "entrance" part, I think I'd print out a sticker or something onto a transparent thin piece of plastic instead of making it in 3D, since... I mean I think the in-game visual is just a 2D texture that always faces the viewer's camera directly the same way. It'd be really cool if the "legs" could fold up and down like they do for the in-game animation, but that means making an articulation system in addition to making the whole thing symmetrical enough to look good, and on top of that the teleporter wouldn't exactly make much sense if there was only one of them, so... yeah I might pass on the teleporters actually, unless I could find someone willing to print and ship 3D models of the bases.

So yeah, that's just me thinking out loud how I hope to tackle the task of making a custom Symmetra action figure. Unless something more beginner-friendly comes to mind, this'll probably be the first custom figure I try and make, so once I get some spare cash to put towards materials then I'll probably try and give it a shot. Materials would include fodder figure parts to act as the base, sculpting materials, and paints, all of which I need to do further research on what exactly would be ideal to get. Stay tuned for 2025 when I finally show her off!

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