#keyhole cutout

[torchiiko]

i dony remembee how 2 draw non chibi anymor. here a phone doodle of my sona in a top i can only dream of wearing

#drives me nuts thst i dont remember hoe 2 draw Faces anymore #in chibi everythings round and nobody has noses and its grrat until i wanna do smth a lil differrnt #anyway i think the heart cutout/keyhole tops are mega cutes #doodle

[valueinn]

oh i forgot to tell you guys i bought myself some super cute new bralettes at target yesterday, and they were on SALE too <333

#📼 #one of them has this adorable little keyhole cutout i’m obsessed with y’all don’t even know

[wildflowerxfashion]

A knit fashionable crop top in solid color featuring a front keyhole, a mock neckline, and a sleeveless cut. Knit Keyhole Sleeveless Ribbed Crop Top Ribbed High Neck Crop Top | Crop Top

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Women's Ribbed High Neck Crop Top Cute, casual crop top pairs with jeans or leggings.

Features: Ribbed Neckline: High Neck Length: Crop Sleeve length: Sleeveless Sleeve type: No sleeve

Material 96% Polyester 4% Spandex

Colors Available: Nude Black Olive Pink Light Blue

Stretch: Slightly stretchy Sheer: No Body: Not lined

Care instructions Machine wash cold. Tumble dry low.

#cropped #dollcore #barbie #keyhole #cutout top

[ms-nesbit]

Empire records (jason todd x reader)

Rating: 18+ (minors, fuck off)

Warnings: masturbation, reader is female, reader is bisexual, Jason Todd is not red hood, plus size reader

Summary: Jason is a cam model and is killing it, so he heads to the record store where he sees y/n.

Notes: honestly, i loved the idea of this one. Let me know if you want me to continue with an additional chapter or something.

ao3

“God…” Jason exhaled, a slow flow of cum spurting from his cock and onto his hand. Breathing labored as he came down from his orgasm, Jason revealed the mess he made to the webcam. “Fuck, that’s so much cum.” he spoke half-heartedly, the tone masked by faux sensuality and confidence. “What do you want me to do next, hmm?” he sat up in his computer chair and bit on his bottom lip. “Let me know, Babe. I’ll be here again next week. Till next time.” Jason ran his fingers through his hair, his tricep exposed to the camera. He flashed his signature winked before ending the livestream, shutting off the comment section and logging off from his administrative account.

Wiping his hand clean on a nearby napkin, he remained silent, his presiding persona crumbling with each minute after the stream ended. Jason hadn’t bothered to glance at the comments - only the tips, which he gratefully appreciated; they accounted for his rent and utilities, above other expenses, including the impromptu trip to Vanity Records he was getting ready to make.

After a quick shower (graphic details spared) and his skincare routine consisting of serum and spf moisturizer, Jason adorned his already-attractive figure with dark washed jeans and a simple black tee, which was layered by his black and red-striped leather biking jacket.

Once he tied his boots, he set out the door to the record store, walking to the parking lot - riding helmet in tow - to his motorcycle.

—

“I’ve told you how many times that we don’t carry that bullshit?” y/n spat into the landline phone, wrapping her cord around her finger. “Seriously, Joe, I don’t give a rat’s ass that your old town carried Tom Petty. We don’t do campy bullshit. Got it?” Before she gave the voice on the other end to even respond, she abruptly hung up, rolling her eyes and wiggling her finger free from the twisted cord.

She crossed her arms and sat back in her velvet mustard lounger behind the register, pulling an inventory sheet from the cluster of papers scattered on the surface. Clanging of bells attached to the entrance door temporarily distracted her enough to drone, “Vanity Records: if we don’t have it, your music taste sucks.”

“Well, I hope it doesn’t. Do you have Foo Fighters?”

The voice was sardonic, but it didn’t stop y/n from giving a judgemental look to… a tall man whose black tee matched his (mostly) black hair, the white patch in the front pairing fondly with the low white collar on his leather jacket. He awaited her answer with playful eyes, though they seemed heavy. “If you’re talking about Nirvana, yes.” y/n began, crossing her arms in front of the keyhole cutout on the chest of her long-sleeved black blouse, which was coupled by black and red plaid pants, and a scowl on her face. “If you’re talking about the Louise Post-worshipping Foo Fighters? Also yes.” she stood from her seat and leaned over the clutter of paperwork, ignoring it completely in an attempt to flirt with the handsome stranger. “But if you’re talking about the mock-punk, dads-in-a-cluttered-garage-with-a-pipe-dream Foo Fighters? We don’t carry it.”

The man smiled down at her. “Could you show me?” he tilted his head ever-so-slightly, as if he wasn’t a regular customer already.

With a click of her tongue, y/n left her station, showing the man to a collection of vinyl organized alphabetically. She scanned at the waves of albums, distraught by the poor penmanship of the poor schmuck who had a stroke labeling the aisles, but made her way to the ‘dad rock’ section, reaching over and thumbing through different albums behind a poorly-enunciated letter ‘F’. In between all this, she failed to notice the man - who had been walking behind her - ingesting her outfit, and how the blouse accentuated her.

“Ah! Here we go.” She pulled out a plastic-slipped album titled The Colour and the Shape, and handed it over to the man, who grinned at her. “Anything else?”

Biting the inside of his cheek to prevent him from commenting anything creepy, he chose safer words instead. “Is there anything you recommend? I’m kinda new here, and I don’t really know what to listen to.”

Y/n pondered for a moment, before asking a series of questions: “What do you like to do on a Saturday afternoon? What’s your favorite comfort food? Do you have any siblings? And…fight or flight?”

The man was taken aback by the questions, confused by the randomness of the inquiries. As he thought carefully about his answers, he zoned out, unaware of the chewing of his lip that allowed a dimple to present itself to y/n. If she wasn’t committed to her shrewd demeanor, she would have swooned. “If it’s sunny, I like to watch tv, but if it’s raining, I’ll read and take a walk; I fucking love an unhealthy amount of baklava, but I will settle for eclairs if necessary;” the man began rambling, passion strong in his voice, “I do have adopted siblings, but no blood relatives that are living, and; I suppose fight. I don’t really know when to quit.” the man smiled embarrassingly at his own confession.

Responding with a hum of affirmation, y/n skimmed over the vast selection in the compact shop. She then briskly walked to a middle aisle, dusty tile floor scuffed by her combat boots, before stopping at an unmarked section, fingering through the untouched vinyl. She pulled one out and whipped around, presenting the album cover to the man on the other end of the crates. “Human Bloom. They are fusion jazz from Chicago, but have a nice tone to it. I would give them a try if I were you.” she handed the man the record. “Need anything else…?” her question hung on a cliff, dangling in hope for a name.

“Jason.” he replied, “and no, I think that’ll be all.” he tried to look for a nametag, but found a newfound attraction to chest-placed keyhole cutouts instead.

“Y/n. The checkout is something I’m supposed to take care of with a register, not with you and your eyes.” she admonished, quirking a brow before heading back to her post behind the counter, hips swaying with each step she took.

Jason watched, unable to speak by the way he was called out. He took larger steps to the checkout, head down as he did so. “Yes. Right. Sorry.” he stammered when he finally reached the register, patting his jacket pockets for his wallet before finding it in his pec pocket (or, as he calls it, tit patch). “How much would those be?”

Y/n clacked at the old register buttons, its labels washed out from abuse. “$52.75. Cash, card, or number?”

“Pardon?” Jason opened up his wallet.

“Y’know, you could tender with cash, a credit or debit card, or your phone number.”

Jason smiled widely at y/n, finally acknowledging her forward attempt at flirting. He set his wallet down on the counter and asked quietly, “Can you do that here?”

“For you? Sure.” y/n remarked, her ‘sure’ accompanied by a survey of Jason’s tall figure with her eyes. She tore a piece of paper and opened a drawer by her hip, grabbing a pen and jamming it shut before sliding the pair to Jason.

Pen in hand, Jason jotted down his number and passed it back to y/n, who already removed her phone from one of her pockets and entered the number into it. Jason watched her every move, impressed, albeit flattered, by her determination; until, of course, his phone vibrated in his back pocket. He checked it briefly: new text: you are as tall as you are hot, buddy.

Jason gaped at the text before looking at y/n. “I must be pretty short then.” he snickered, earning a scoff from the woman on the other end of the counter.

“Short on time? Patience?” she dipped her voice an octave. “...Self-control?”

Before Jason could respond, y/n’s coworker, Jade, greeted him. “Hey, Jay! How was work today?”

Jason stopped in his tracks. Y/n dropped her seduction tactics, returning to her guarded expression. “Yes, Jay, how was work today?”

Both employees stared at Jason with terribly different intentions, one with genuine curiosity, and the other with vehemence. “It was okay, I guess. Made some tips, so that’s why I’m here.”

“Good.” Jade chirped. “I would have stopped by on the livestream, but I dunno…camwork really isn’t my thing. Wish you all the best though!” She finished with a beam before walking away from the counter and to the back of the store, away from whatever tension she sensed.

“I can explain-”

“Over breakfast. Tomorrow.” y/n decided Jason’s fate for him, which he was happy was spared. It was rare he was forgiven for white lies, something that he was awfully rung out for. He accepted his dues with a nod and snuck out of the record store with his tail tucked between his legs.

—

Jason and y/n exchanged details on their confirmed date, so it was rather disappointing to Jason when he arrived at the Gotham Diner to…nobody. He checked his phone when the waitress seated him at a booth, and again after she poured him a cup of coffee. Nothing.

“Good morning, Jason.” y/n greeted out of nowhere, bringing Jason’s attention from his desolate thoughts to the woman now scooting herself on the abrasive booth cushion. He must have smiled, because y/n added, “Got your uppers for today?”

He rolled his eyes at her. “Good to know your chipper attitude isn’t just your customer service voice.” he critiqued, to which y/n stared at him. “You look nice today.”

“Thanks. I think I stepped on dog shit on the way over.” she glanced underneath the table at the underside of her boot.

The silence between them was too agonizing for Jason to handle, despite it being short. “So, about yesterday, I didn’t really mean to lie like that, and I just wanted to say I’m-”

“Seriously don’t worry about it, man. I like that you’re not put off by me, y’know? A lot of guys are; usually it’s the chicks I hit on that admire my decisiveness.” y/n tore open a few packets of stevia, shaking its contents into her coffee before stirring it with the wooden stick. “Jade gave me intel on your job though.” Jason frowned, awaiting the imminent rejection he expected with the acknowledgement of his unconventional line of work. “I’m all for sex work, dude, so don’t sweat it, but camwork? Really? Isn’t that, like, outdated now?”

Jason allowed his shoulders to slouch as his nerves settled, pleasantly surprised by y/n’s reaction. “To be honest, I know a lot of people do shit like modeling, but it feels so…forced.”

“And camwork is different? I’m not sure how it is for guys.”

“No, you…you have a point.” y/n saw through him, and saw something he hadn’t quite noticed in himself; it was, to a degree, a facade. He didn’t want to jeopardize his vulnerability to the dark caves of the internet, so he simply hid behind something he wanted to be, rather than completely himself. Perhaps that was why he admired y/n so much, despite knowing so little of her.

The pair was interrupted by a waitress, who took their orders. “An egg-white only omelet, please.” Jason politely asked.

“And could you get me a large stack, please? With extra blueberries on top.” Y/n asked with wide eyes, clearly ecstatic by the antioxidant properties of the garnish.

After the waitress left, they returned to their conversation. “I do pretend to enjoy some of the stuff I’m requested to do, but I dunno.” Jason hid behind his cup of coffee, an absurd sight for y/n seeing a tall, broad figure hunched over. “To be honest, I’m kinda turned on by the idea of someone watching me. Plus it pays the bills.”

Y/n mirrored Jason’s shrug in rapport. “I see what you mean. If I had the body, I think I’d do the same, but there isn’t much of a market for stocky punk chicks.” she stated, a sliver of disappointment in her voice.

“I’d watch.” Jason blurted, before covering his face with his large hand. “Sorry, I-”

“One omelet, egg whites only.” the waitress returned, huge tray balanced in her palm. She distributed the plates and utensils. “And a large stack for y/n, our favorite regular.” the waitress beamed at y/n, who returned the sentiment. “Hope you two enjoy.” she left with a wink.

“Thanks, Wanda!” y/n called from her booth, giddily dancing in her seat when returning her attention to the stack of round, golden pancakes in front of her.

“You come here often?” Jason inquired skeptically, offended that she hadn’t indulged him in the information prior to their scheduling.

Y/n nodded and gave a “mmhmm” that was muffled by pancakes in her mouth. “You know, I used to come here in my college days.” y/n explained once she swallowed her first bite of the delectable breakfast treat. “I’d stop by with my study group - which was usually just me - and I’d sometimes order a few rounds of the stacks. Wanda there joked that my veins are probably pumping syrup more than blood, and I’m afraid I have to agree with her on that one.”

Jason let out a chuckle while cutting his omelet with a knife and fork with minimal scraping. “At least the vampires will get a tasty dessert if they bite you.”

“Maybe you’re right!” y/n stifled her laughter. “Maybe they’ll pour my blood over some waffles or something.”

Hand over his mouth to prevent omelet from flying all over the table and y/n, Jason chortled and mocked Dracula, “Mmm! ‘Vou must try this breakfast! Ze blood is vunderful!”

Y/n gasped jokingly. “How dare you mock vampires? They don’t all sound like that.”

They each took turns smacking the table and giggling, exchanging niche vocal impressions until Wanda returned with a warning. “You two are causing a distraction to some of our other patrons here. Try to keep it under control, okay?” she gave them a lambasted look. “Here is the check, since I know you two will probably want to continue your date.”

Date. Y/n blushed at the word. “Thank you, Wanda. And tell that rigid couple in booth twelve that we’re sorry, and we’re not real vampires.”

“But we will bite if needed.” Jason added with a cheap smile.

Wanda sighed and walked away, murmuring something incoherent.

As Jason was about to snag his wallet, y/n slipped a couple of bills in the receipt card. “I’m holding you hostage, so I’m paying. Don’t worry, pretty boy.”

Though the action was assurring, it was confusing when paired with y/n’s nickname for Jason. He found himself amused at the woman, and had to ask: “What are your answers, by the way?”

“Hmm?”

“Your answers. To the question you asked me yesterday. You never gave me yours.”

Y/n grinned innocently, sincerity splayed across her face. Jason wished he could have taken a photo of it - her eyes were just pretty. “Gimme a sec to think,” she sat back in the booth, head hitting the backrest with a thump. “So I usually don’t do anything except listen to music and read, I have two siblings - but three if you count the imaginary turtle I had when I was six, I love a good bowl of soup and some tamales, and I’m not wearing any.”

Jason cocked his head, perplexed by the final answer. “Not wearing any? Any what?”

“Underwear.” y/n blinked innocently, despite being well aware of her suggestion. “You asked if I’m wearing underwear, right? I’m not.” her smile grew bigger with each word, and her eyes dimmed darker with lust.

So did Jason’s. “Oh, uhm.” he was indecisive, unable to choose how to respond. It wasn’t that Jason was inexperienced the art of flirtation, it was that he hadn’t quite been this interested in someone in a long time, and it showed by the way his cheeks reddened (and cock hardened in his pants) at her reveal.

He refused to indulge, his pride in the way. “Thank you for this.”

“No problem.” It wasn’t the reaction y/n was hoping for, and her tone fell with it.

They stood and exited the diner together, loitering in the parking space where Jason had left his motorcycle. Jason noticed that y/n’s spark died off when he hadn’t taken her bait, and although he felt guilt, he knew he wanted to explore the relationship more prior to sleeping together. He feared that y/n took it personally;

She did. “I’ll text you.” she said, backing away before she gave a brief wave of her hand and disappearing into the crowd of Gothamites.

—

“Jesus, what is wrong with me.” y/n sighed when she re-entered her loft, littered with old clothing on the ground, and walls decorated with mismatched posters. As she untied her boots, she replayed the rejection in her head: Jason’s nose twitching, eyes shifty, and mouth open, pausing to choose whatever denial he believed was appropriate.

Her phone chimed in her pocket, but she neglected to check it; instead, she hovered to her bed on the other end of the studio flat, and tumbled onto it, her sheets making a punched ‘oof’. Deep breaths calmed her worried mind buzzing with defeat, and she wondered if perhaps she was, in a word, bamboozled.

It didn’t make sense: the flirting beforehand, way his eyes wandered too freely on her body like a dog to a treat, yet he rejected her…why? Was it what she wore that day? The borderline offensive vampire impressions? Or was it, in the end, her determination that hammered the final nail into the coffin of the potential of their relationship?

Heels digging in the sand, y/n set off on her research, beginning with Jason’s business venture. She sat up in her bed, fixing the pillows to better suit her needs, and reached over for the laptop on the ground. Y/n opened it and waited for the startup operation sequence, the fan vibrating over y/n’s lap as it whirred.

“Alright, Todd, let’s see what camwork you’re doing.” y/n murmured as she entered the site info, creating an account to access the lewd media. “A $7.99 subscription? I didn’t know these cost money nowadays.” she chortled at the virtual pricetag while entering her card info, reluctant to provide sensitive information on her archaic device.

Upon granted access, y/n’s eyes widened, blurred images revealing themselves to her, and she was, well, intrigued, to say the least. The first uncensored media on the site feed was Jason in a public dressing room, unclothed; his hooded eyelids and smirk enhanced his smitten look; his chest was naked, gleaming from the shop lights, and his shoulders were broad, leaned back into the wall of the dressing room; his torso was chiseled, the contour of his muscles shaping into a v near his pelvis, almost as if they were a sign from god for y/n’s eyes to point to his carefully trimmed pubic hair, which failed to hide the base of his thich, uncut cock.

Y/n hadn’t even looked at the caption, so when she finally managed to strip her eyes away from his holy figure, she grinned at the words, “Imagination - life is your creation, Doll.”

A fucking Barbie reference, and she dropped the ball? Y/n scrolled to drown her distraught, searching for a video she could watch.

A notification popped on the page: Robin Hood started a livestream. Click to join. Y/n scrambled to find her dreaded wired headphones, shoving the plug into the jack on the side of the laptop. She then clicked on the notification, instantly refreshing the screen to bring her to a livestream starring the man she had just joked with about Transylvanian vampire genitalia.

The irony. “This is unreal.” y/n muttered to herself as she stared at the tall man sat back on his bed - different than his usual post in his computer seat - as he flicked open a cap of lube, applying it to his hand before he spread it on his erection. He exhaled as he did so, toned chest rising as his fingers moved along his sensitive flesh.

“Fuck, this feels good.” Jason moaned, hips bucking into his hand as his eyes remained closed. Y/n rubbed her thighs together at the sight. “I’m already so close. I wanna come so bad.”

Y/n let out a low moan deep in her throat, mouth watering at the filth transmitted through her earbuds. She watched as Jason’s hand moved from the base of his cock to its head, his wrist twisting. He searched for a speed, but was indecisive with the way his hips shot up sharply, thrusting into his hand. The wet skin sound filling y/n’s earbuds was fucking dirty, and she knew she had to shower right after finishing the livestream - she wanted to see him come, hear the euphoric, obscene noises leaving his mouth.

“Fuck” Jason grunted, holding his cock with one hand, and the other roaming his torso and thighs. “Oh, shit, you feel amazing.” his words were so intent, sincere, as if he imagined someone actually riding his cock - or it was y/n who was projecting her desires onto him, wishing she could straddle his lap and be the source of his pleasure, bouncing on his dick until she milked him dry.

“Oh,” Jason barely pushed through gritted teeth, “Keep going, y/n” he whispered, brows furrowing. Y/n stopped and blinked at the screen, doubting what her senses told her she heard. “Please, please, y/n…” he said it again, this time in a plea that sent y/n’s mind reeling into another dimension as she wanted to touch herself, but wanted, more than anything, to drive Jason over the edge.

His breaths fell staggered, jerking at his cock hard as his bottom lip trembled. “God, I wanna come. Your pussy is so good,” he admitted, eyes screwed shut, “so fucking good.” his speed became erratic, frantically searching for God in a moment’s release, and y/n was right there with him, her panties soaked from the heavenly torturous sight in front of her. She wanted to tell him to come, tell him how good he feels driving his cock into her, continuously, and how badly she wanted to sit on his pretty face until she screamed.

“Shit! Oh, fuck, god.” Jason exclaimed, profanities slipping him like a ghost leaving his vessel as spurts of cum erupted from his cock, body stilling. He thrusted into his hand once more before finally relaxing, catching his breath in a laugh. 

He looked down at the mess of cum he made on his pelvic bone and torso, a splash landing all the way to his neck, and he shook his head. “Wow. Hadn’t had that much in a long time. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. See you later.” Jason smirked, propping himself on his elbows and biting his lip before the livestream ended.

Y/n sat in front of the computer screen with glossy eyes. She was his spank bank. She was. The reality set in, and it finally clicked.

But before she could allow herself to feel relief, free from the shackles of rejection in which she imprisoned herself, y/n quickly moved to her feet and grabbed her phone from the other side of the room to check the notification she dismissed earlier:

Jason. Hey, I hope I wasn’t too rude, but I don’t want to pursue any- (½) Y/n opened the message, careless of the read receipt that would be sent to him. -anything sexual, since that’s my job, and I’ve been used before. I hope that doesn’t ruin anything with you, because I do think you’re special, but I understand if it does. I’m here if you want a second date.

Y/n skimmed over the text, and reread it to check if her senses failed her once more. I hope that doesn’t ruin anything with you, she repeated. I do think you’re special. Y/n smiled widely as she opened up the keyboard to reply:

I thought I was too much. Usually am.

She rested her back against the wall, waiting for a response. Already, it shown as read, and the bubbles appeared at the bottom of their chat.

It’s not your fault, I should have clarified from the start. Are you free this weekend?

Y/n felt the melting of the glacier in her chest, and the cooling of the heat between her legs. She gathered her thoughts for a response:

I think I am on Sunday. 

Jason’s reply was instantaneous, and y/n was thankful games were off the table for them.

Meet me at the Gotham library?

Y/n smiled. Fuck yeah.

It’s a date. Jason replied, the three words launching y/n into orbit.

So much of an orbit that she hadn’t proofread her response. Btw, saw your livestream.

Y/n regretted it instantly, eyes blown wide and apprehension rising in her.

The bubbles came up on the phone screen before disappearing, then reappearing again. Y/n cursed to herself as she waited. Finally: Good. You looked absolutely stunning at breakfast. Wanted to eat you instead of the omelet.

Maybe y/n could get used to this, after all.

#batfamily #jason todd #red hood #red hoodxreader #red hood x reader #red hood/reader #jason toddxreader #jason todd x reader #jason todd/reader #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd smut #sex worker!jason todd #smut #robin #ao3 #my post #mine #plus size reader x jason todd #jason todd x plus size reader #red hood x plus size reader

[oikasugayama]

imagine this: akutagawa x pastel goth reader

God yes, I've been thinking about this since you sent it. I don't have a lot to say but Akutagawa would look so hot with his big tiddy pastel goth gf???? Especially if she was already tall but wore platform boots to be even taller than him??? He'd fucking love burying his face in her chest. His coworkers would be so baffled to see him walking around with a tall goddess like that. They wouldn't know whether to be afraid of her bc she has the black boots and fishnets and chains but she's also got pretty light blue hair the color of the sky and a pastel purple crop top with a big heart cutout right on the cleavage. Akutagawa's straight up growling and barking at people if he catches them looking at his girl, only he's allowed to look into the keyhole cutout on her boobies!!!! Only he's allowed to carry the chain that connects to her pastel pink collar She's probably a much needed ray of sunshine for him too. He'd be wrapped around her fucking finger bro he'd do anything for her the way Wan!akutagawa is obsessed with Dazai and waits on him hand and foot

#ask answered #akutagawa would be feral for his pastel goth gf

[cursedpinterest]

im sorry, what teen is wearing a corset with a large keyhole cutout for the cleavage?

#outfit is cute but????? #pinterest

[butmakeitgayblog]

If the grounders did wear underwear, do you think Lexa worried if she her panty lines were visible under her tight ass pants?

I have sO many thoughts on Lextra and her specifications regarding her wardrobe

First being,,, who exactly decided she had to wear such tight pants to begin with? 🧐 I mean I realize fabric and such was probably a high priced commodity but you're never gonna tell me with a serious face that she had those things practically painted on so they'd mold the very cleft of her ass cheeks because of a fabric shortage.

But then bUT THEN you also have the tight shirts with the perfect little keyholes to show shoulders, biceps, and collarbones. Am I, a lowly gay, supposed to believe that her seamstress simply chose to create every piece of Lexa's wardrobe to accentuate and hug her body? Did the people of the clans take a vote and decide that they wanted their Heda to be a little warlord smokeshow?

I say nay.

I say, Ms. Glitterface, Ms. Flowing and Seductive Long-Leggy-Nightgown wearer herself, had her clothes made to her specifications.

I think that sexy little shit had her every piece measured and sewn and layered to maximize her hotness because Lexa, spirits love her, absolutely knew how hot she was. She was methodical in her reign, right down to her ever piece of regalia, be it the billowing coat that served zero purpose other than being badass or the leather "armor" with boob cutouts against her fight with Roan.

In closing, I hypothesize this all to say: yes. Yes I do think she worried about panty lines. And I think she had her tailors create pieces specifically to get rid of them 😤

#anon #lexa kom trikru

[tvreadsandsleep]

» Domestic!Attoye || Attoye Prompt Drabbles || Master List «

Attuma had commissioned Talokan’s most sought after seamstress to handcraft the dress he would gift to Okoye for their first anniversary. The arch of her neck, weight of her breasts, curve of her hips, and alluring length of her legs had dominated his mind as he’d worked with the woman on the design of its panels.

It was paramount to Attuma that Okoye’s neck be bare, the better to tease and taste as they danced, so he’d had the neckline set along the tops of her clavicles. Desiring her skin be adorned with jewels, lines of beaded jade had been strung across the base of her throat. They’d embellished the keyhole cutout he’d had fashioned atop her breasts, the oval opening hinting at the treasure, his treasure, held within. Fascinated with the cutout, he’d had several more, these smaller in size, added to the waistline of the dress. They’d put the tone muscles of her abdomen, the space that would soon stretch with the growth of his children, on partial display.

Had Attuma been left to his own discretion, the dress’s hem would’ve extended no further than midthigh, but the seamstress had cautioned against the revealing of so much skin—not that any man, other than him, would’ve dared to take notice, his wrath a known and monstrous thing. He’d heeded her wisdom, though, allowing her to make the garment floor-length with flowing yards of fabric, which had been cut and fastened to glide around her has she walked.

In this, the dress became a gown worthy of a queen—his queen, the ruler of his mind, body and soul.

#okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #attoye #okoye #attuma #black panther wakanda forever #mywriting #i cheated with this one #it's over 200 words #but i'm not taking anything else out #i edit this so many times #attoyedailyprompt

[film-bro-hotch]

Queen of Nothing (Hotch x Reader) - Chapter Four

A/N: Hiya! Been a hot minute since I have updated this fic, but don't worry, it is still going strong! Seeing that this is my very last semester of university, I am hoping to have a little more free time to write (mostly to avoid job applications)

Chapter Warnings/Themes: We get to see wingman Rossi, discussion of Haley's death

WC: 3k

Chapter Four - Dinner and Diatribes

Men should be either treated generously or destroyed, because they take revenge for slight injuries - for heavy ones they cannot. - Niccolo Machiavelli

Your shower was brisk, one that mainly was used to calm your nerves rather than freshen up.  Makeup was done lightly and with the thin motel towel wrapped around your body. It didn’t do much for actual warmth. You could feel the goosebumps on your arms and legs as you chilled. You didn’t carry around much makeup, but you made do with what you had. In your life there wasn’t much room for things besides necessities. 

You let your hair air dry, finding your remaining time more efficiently spent trying to figure out what you would wear. You didn’t keep many nice clothes, and while you were sure Hotch wouldn’t care a ton what you wore, you knew he would be in his usual work suit. You couldn’t just come in wearing jeans! You had a jumpsuit, a couple nice blouses and a-

Jesus Christ, listen to yourself, you heard in your head. You are worried about what a man thinks? To which the other part of you pointed out, Aaron isn’t just a man. He was an ex of sorts, but also the source of your greatest happiness. Had he been officially divorced from Haley and had you stayed in the BAU, maybe he would have actually put a label on it?

No, none of that mattered. Not now. No use in staying up over what-ifs and could-have-beens.

Getting into your own head about this was wasting time, though, and your pride wouldn’t allow him to hold anything over you. You finished off your makeup and decided on the black jumpsuit you kept around. It was a hand-me-down from an old friend. The top half was sleeveless, a high collar whose inherent modesty was thrown out the window by the keyhole cutout to your chest. You remember seeing it in your friend’s closet and not being incredibly struck by it. She was sorting her clothes into piles of keep, donate, and throw away, with an unofficial pile for items you got first dibs on. 

“You have got to try this one,” she practically threw it to you. “Your tits would look great.”

Well, she was right about that much. Your eyes lingered at yourself in the dirty motel mirror and silently thanked your friend.

“Boobs look great…but not obviously out there,” you muttered as you took one final look at yourself. Before you could change your mind again, you grabbed a coat, your burner phone, and keys and headed out the door.

-- 

Rossi was sure the “old friend” Hotch had coming was a little something more, so he was quite eager to get him out of the office and to his apartment so he could pick up Jack.

“You don’t have to do this much, Dave,” Aaron said when Rossi arrived to pick up Jack and brought a far-too expensive bottle of wine.

“Just a little gift,” he had said, but Aaron knew that grin and the look in his eyes all too well. 

“For God’s sake, Dave, it isn’t a date. Really.”

Rossi put the one hand that wasn’t holding the wine up defensively as he shook his head. “Who said it was a date? Surely not me. I’m just here to drop off a little gift and pick up my favorite kiddo,” he said. As if on cue, Jack came running from his room, his Spider-Man backpack bouncing up and down behind him. It was filled with a change of clothes and his toiletries, even though Hotch had told him it wasn’t going to be a sleepover. Rossi leaned down and picked the young boy up, groaning in the process. “Christ, Jack, what do you have in that backpack to make you so heavy?” he asked playfully. 

“I have pajamas, and I have my GameBoy, and I have some books that we can read tonight,” Jack said, his pace quickening with each item. 

“See, that’s why I like you. I don’t even have to make plans for our night,” Rossi said, setting Jack down with another huff. “Christ alive, he’s gotten big,” he whispered to Hotch.  

That was perhaps the one thing Dave was right about. Aaron had been worried about his son ever since Haley’s death. About his development, his socialization. He often questioned if he should have even gone back to the BAU. He had tried the whole stay-at-home-dad thing, but it just didn’t work. There always seemed to be something in the back of his mind that drew him back to his job. Back to stopping people like Foyet.

He was brought away from his thoughts by a quick knock on the door. Oh god. He had hoped that Rossi would have left before you got here.

“I can get that,” Rossi started, but was stopped by Hotch’s glare. 

“No. Just - put the wine in the kitchen or something.” He took in a deep breath, wiping his palms on his blazer after finding them a little clammy. Why was he so nervous? He knew he was probably lying to himself, but for now he would say it was Rossi’s fault.

--

You could tell he was trying not to stare. He looked a little more nervous than usual.

“I saw the other car in front of your unit and I thought I might have come to the wrong place at first,” you said, earning a single huffed laughter from Hotch.

“Come inside, it’s cold,” he said, ushering you in. The place was…nice. Really nice. Hotch didn’t exactly have expensive taste, at least not in outward material things. Maybe he just let Haley pick the place, though you had a feeling she had probably done enough for him that that wasn’t the case. Last you checked, she did everything. It was why the two of them were in the middle of their divorce when you left. You heard him close the door behind you, and peering around the corner you were met with a young boy who you could only assume to be Jack. Christ, you nearly forgot how fast kids grew. Last you saw him he was barely walking on his own, probably still in diapers and throwing frequent temper tantrums. 

Scanning the rest of the room, your eyes fell on someone new. A man who appeared to be in his middle to late 50s stood next to Jack, a bottle of wine in one hand and a Spider-Man backpack you hoped was Jack’s in the other. Hotch seemed a little tense as he introduced the two of you, though you couldn’t tell if he was hoping for your approval or the approval of the man in front of you. 

“Y/N, this is agent Dave Rossi, Dave, this is former agent L/N,” Aaron said, gesturing while he spoke. You had heard of Rossi before, though the last you remembered he was retired. You had also heard he wasn’t the best team player when it came to cases, so his being in the BAU was a shock to say the least. Looking up at his face, you saw his eyes move over you critically, a calculated look hidden behind his mirth. He was analyzing you just as much as you were him.

Stepping forward, he set the backpack down and handed you the bottle of wine. “And this is for you,” he said as he offered his hand. You were gentle as you took it, a firm shake on his end as if there were some kind of business deal.

“Thanks,” you said as you inspected the bottle, raising a brow when you looked back at him. “Vintage cabernet sauvignon? Bold choice. Not many people like something so dry.”

“It’s my test to see if I like someone.”

“You give everyone a bottle this expensive?”

“Only if I think I might like them. Not many get as far as the wine,” he said with a playful wink.

Your eyes moved back to scanning the room, finally landing back on Jack to see he had moved a little closer to you. “You used to work with my dad?” he asked. You bent your knees into a deep squat so you could be at his level.

“That’s right.”

“So you get rid of bad guys too?” Oh. 

Well, if he counted murder as getting rid of them, then yeah. You certainly did. You had a feeling his father would not. You simply smiled, giving him a quick nod. “Yeah, I do.” For the kid, that was enough. He just grinned and picked up the backup Rossi had set down earlier.

“Cool!” Yeah, cool. Standing back up, you watched as he gave his father a quick hug and practically drug Rossi to the door and out the apartment.

“Make good choices, kids!” Rossi called out before he closed the door and left the two of you in silence before your laughter broke it

“I am so sorry about him,” Aaron had started, but you were already laughing. 

“What? Dave? Oh, he’s harmless. I think we might actually get along.”

“Please do not start acting like him,” he nearly begged.

The two of you walked into the kitchen which was almost as nice as the entryway. You wondered how much he actually cooked here. When you worked with him, he was always in his office. Come to think of it, there were very few times you actually saw him eat when you did work with him. He didn’t seem much like a fast food guy, but you couldn’t imagine he had time for much else.

“So, what is on the menu tonight?” you asked as you leaned against the granite topped island.

“Well, I have a nice pasta planned. Lots of tomatoes, cheese, some spinach, a little bit of pancetta.”

You rose a brow at the last one, though Hotch noticed before you could correct yourself. “I know, it is a little more fancy than usual, but it’s been a while. I thought we could both use a bit of a break,” he spoke as he worked, throwing what you could only assume to be the pancetta into a sizzling skillet to brown. His eyes moved from the skillet to you, a coy smile coming to his face as he said, “There is a riesling in the fridge for you.”

He remembered. He actually remembered your wine preference after all these years. You couldn’t help the grin that came to your lips after hearing that, already making your way to the fridge. “Good thing I lied to Rossi about that wine.”

“Everyone does. I don’t know a soul who actually drinks that stuff besides him.”

“You like a good dry red, don’t you?”

“Not that dry.”

“So how about an old fashioned?”

He was almost also as surprised as you were earlier. How could you forget when this was almost exactly like the dinners the two of you used to have. He would come over and raid your kitchen and make an amazing meal, and you would make him a cocktail to sip on while he cooked. 

“An old fashioned would be perfect,” he said with an ease that nearly melted your heart. 

You made him his drink and spent the next hour sipping on your glass of wine and watching him work his magic. He added tomatoes and spinach and some kind of herbed cheese to the skillet. Hell, he even roasted his own garlic. 

“I almost think I missed your cooking,” you said as you leaned against the island.

“Almost?”

“Well I picked up a thing or two from you. I can make a decent meal myself.” What you said wasn’t a total lie. You had picked up a trick or two from him, but you certainly didn’t have time or the resources to use them. 

He placed the dish in the oven for a little while longer to melt the rest of the cheese, and as he pulled it out you knew just how good this pasta was going to be. 

Ever the gentleman, he fixed both of your plates, even bringing in your bottle of wine and a side salad that would go perfectly with this dish. You could tell the salad was premade, but given the caliber of this meal, you didn’t care. You stuck a few of the large noodles on your fork, raising them in a toast. 

“To this amazing food, and the amazing chef that prepared it,” you said.

He raised his own fork. “And to my wonderful bartender.” 

--

“And the next thing I see is Derek Morgan running full speed at me,” Aaron was saying, his free arm moving around as he told his story, the other one holding his half-finished old fashioned. Well, the second one. He had loosened up a bit after the first.

“So what I’m hearing is Morgan saved you from getting your ass kicked by a 16 year-old unsub?” you toyed, a freshly poured glass of wine swirling in your hand.

“In my defense, he was a linebacker.”

“A 16 year-old linebacker.”

“You are not going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance, Hotchner.” The two of you were laughing, both of your meals long gone at this point. 

There was a long pause between the two of you, both looking the other up and down. It was finally Aaron who broke the silence. “If you ever get bored of traveling around or helping out your parents, I think you would still have a place back with the FBI. Maybe not the BAU exactly, but I think you would do really well.” 

You wanted to believe his words, and you believed that he believed what he was saying. You could never go back. Things weren’t that simple. And if what you had done ever came to light…he wouldn’t look at you the same. No one would. “I’ll keep that in mind,” you lied.

There was a long moment of silence between the two of you, both of you seeming to look from your food to your glass to the other in an attempt to focus on anything but the lingering silence. 

“It isn’t the same without you,” was what broke the silence. He could have meant so many things. The unit wasn’t the same without you, the FBI, his home, his bed, his life. He had a life outside of you, you needed to remind yourself.

“I know,” you said, finally looking at him the same time his gaze was moving to you. You didn’t want to talk about this any longer, but part of you still wanted to know about his life.

“How is the whole co-parenting thing going?” you decided to ask.

Aaron had been moving his food around his plate, but he seemed to freeze when you asked that question. He stayed like that for a moment, his expression unreadable as he gently set his fork to the side. “We lost Haley about a year and a half ago.”

Oh. Out of everything you could have missed, the death of his ex-wife? The thing you know that probably wrecked him the most. 

“Holy shit,” you said when you found your breath. “I am so sorry.”

“It’s alright. Jack is doing okay, and Haley’s sister has really been a great help,” he said. Part of you doubted that Jack was doing that okay. He was a kid for God’s sake. And Aaron…wasn’t the most present father, but you didn’t need to tell him that. 

You found your hand moving to rest over his, your gaze moving from his fingers to his face where those tired brown eyes looked right at you. “And you? How are you?” you asked. 

He paused for a long moment, seeming to actually give thought to his answer. “I…I think I’m doing okay. Some days are harder than others, but I’m getting by.” You gave his hand a squeeze, the corner of your lip tilting into a smile.

 Neither of you said anything after that. There was another long stretch of silence, but this one wasn’t like the moments earlier. This one was like mornings all those years ago. Both of you would be reading, sitting on the couch in your apartment just happy to be in the presence of the other. It was a peace you hadn’t felt in a long time, just sitting by him, holding his hand. It was near pure bliss. And maybe that’s what scared you. 

Looking to the side at the clock on the wall, you notice just how late it was. “You told Jack it wasn’t going to be a sleepover, so I should probably get going so he can get to bed,” you said, pulling your hand away and moving to stand. Aaron was quick, standing with you and taking your hand, though must have realized what he had done in his haste and quickly dropped it.

“I know Jack. He already packed all of his things for the night. I’m sure you could stay a little while longer.”

You wanted to stay. You wanted to drown yourself in his eyes, his scent, his stupid suit that hadn’t seemed to change in the last 5 years. But you couldn’t. No matter how much you wanted things to change, Aaron Hotchner was in the FBI and you had murdered. A lot. And you knew he wouldn’t understand why you did it.

“I really have to go.” He let you go this time, slipping out the door and far away from his apartment.

#ssa hotchner #hotch x reader #hotch x y/n #fem!reader #criminal minds #unsub!reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fic #criminal minds fanfiction #Aaron Hotchner x reader #Aaron Hotchner x you #hotch x you #hotch x fem!reader #Aaron Hotchner fanfic #Aaron Hotchner x unsub!reader #criminal minds fanfic #Queen of Nothing #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner x you #bau #bau team

[royalarmyofoz]

i regret not buying that tight black dress with the front keyhole cutout😪

#i don't even wear dresses but it should have been my exception!! #at least i took a pic in the dressing room

[femmefatalevibe]

I cover up a lot but I have a pear shape and I’m fit with smaller chest. I would love to be more sexy (in a classy way) but not sure how to show off skin. My wardrobe isn’t how I’d like it to be. And I feel like an old lady (I’m 25) because in most my pics I’m covered up and my mom has said this because I’m trying to date. I don’t like showing off much skin but I want to get out my comfort zone. I want to feel sexy and beautiful.

Hi love! While you shouldn't feel the need to dress a certain way to attract a date, I'm so glad that you want to start wearing outfits that help you feel more sexy and beautiful. It sounds like you put a lot of effort into sculpting your body, so it's time to show off the hard work you've put into your figure. Here are some of my suggestions:

Try a top with a backless, halter, or open-front silhouette and pair it with high-waisted flared/boot-cut/wide-leg pants or a long (midi or maxi-length) straight skirt (outfits like this). Tops with thoughtful collarbone/shoulder/keyhole cutouts or lace/mesh panels for a sexier look that shows some skin while leaving plenty to the imagination (tops like this).

Consider combining the pairings above in a dress or jumpsuit that has a more fitted bodice with cut-outs, mesh paneling, a corset-style, a deep v-neckline, or a backless cut with a longer hemline or a wide-cut jumpsuit pant (Some examples HERE, HERE, and HERE or this outfit for a special occasion)

Corset tops with a wide-leg, high-waisted trouser or a midi skirt (With or without a cropped jacket) also looks sexy without showing too much skin

A matching vest and trousers set with nothing underneath can also offer a polished and sexy look that flatters your pear-shaped figure - – something like this outfit or this outfit

Hope this helps xx

#wardrobe essentials #body shape #capsule wardrobe #wardrobe staples #fashion advice #fashion and beauty #personal style #style advice #style guide #styleinspiration #summer outfits #outfit ideas #outfit inspiration #femme fatale #dark femininity #dark feminine energy #it girl #high value woman #the feminine urge #high value mindset #female excellence #dream girl #queen energy #female power #glow up #dress up #girl advice #girl blogging #level up journey #femmefatalevibe

[iffoundreturntosea]

January 1, Day 1

1 day 2015

I've stared at that card for the past 7 months wishing the new year would get here already & it finally has. I have kind of a big resolution that will probably take all year but I want to get off all the medications I'm on, get myself healthy & back to living and enjoying life! #wishmeluck #newyears #resolution #goodbye2014 #hello2015 #project365 #day1

I started project 365 because I needed something to keep me going. I was bed ridden at the time due to medication induced vertigo. It was awful and I wanted to die. It lasted months and my doctor was no help. I was hopeless. I starred at this card that a friend of my mom had made her for months just wishing for a change. That change was me.

1 day 2016

Today was a nice chill day! (January's theme is blue!) #shadesofblue #chill #relaxed #january #hello2016 #picoftheday #project365 #day1

By the time I hit the second year I was ready to mix things up and add a theme each month. Each month in 2016 had a different color scheme, starting with blue!

1 day 2017

Happy New Year! 

#newyear #2017 #hello2017 #mayancalendar #january #circleoflife #picoftheday #project365 #day1

1 day 2018

#keyhole #cutout #klaus #dog #pup #bassethound #hound #lazyday #rest #newtheme #differentview #january #picoftheday #project365 #day1

Klaus isn't with us anymore but he was such a good boy!

1 day 2019

I remember last year like it was yesterday...Happy New Year!

This year I’m going to try a new challenge. I’m going to attempt to photograph the National Day calendar for my 5th year of #project365 Should be fun! 

#hello2019 #2019 #timeflies #justme #happynewyear #yearfive #letsdothis #create #challenge #live #experience #share #learn #january #newyearday #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #day1 #hereigoagain

I did different monthly themes until 2019 and then I did the National Day Calendar. I was so excited for this year!

1 day 2020

The next year I did a weekly theme to recover from the previous year!

It is Time to start year 6! This Time I’m aiming for a weekly theme! Try to guess 

#glitter #sparkle #pocketwatch #watch #clock #timeywimey #time #year6 #week1 #january #january1 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day1 #herewegoagain 

1 day 2021

The 2 years after that were whatever the heck I wanted!

One day I’m not gonna do this anymore but I guess this is not the day! Year 7! No themes! No restrictions! Whatever the hell I want! This is the only picture I took today! Cheers to less stress and more fun! 

#nature #outdoors #bug #insect #grass #pecanshell #morningdew #year7 #herewego #nothemes #lessstressmorefun #whateverthehelliwant #january #january1 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day1

1 day 2022

The purrfect way to start the year!

#Leo #kitty #cat #furbaby #snuggles #create #artsy #color #fun #january #january1 #2022 #picoftheday #project365 #day1 #year8

This past year I was ready to try monthly themes again.

1 day 2023

A great start to the new year with an early morning hike with Dad, Dana, sister, fam & friends. Then a delicious meal made by Dana and our little christmas celebration together. Love family time so much!

#grateful #aloha2023 #litebrite #january #january1 #2023 #objectofthemonth #picoftheday #project365 #day1 #startofyear9

I got this mini lite brite as a stocking stuffer from Santa! It is so cute!

1 day 2024

It's a new year and the start of my 10th year doing a picture every day! This year I've partnered with my mom, we'll be drawing themes each day. I will continue photographing while she will be working in her mixed media journal. Today was "stones". Which one speaks to you?

#hello2024 #year10 #dailytheme #stones #color #create #art #january #january1 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day1

Alright! That is day one of this year. I officially can't stop now!

[littlelyarts]

last drawing post was a big fat lie, i'm still drawing

ID/ A hip up drawing of Ly, a western hognose snake character who has black eyes with green pupils, short grey hair swept to the right, and wears a black one-piece with various cutouts. They give a smile and look up and to their left, small pointy teeth showing under their lip. Their one-piece is sleeveless, and has cutouts on the hips, a keyhole in the chest, and a small cut in the neck. Ly has pointed large ears, which have closed up lobe gauges and cuts in each ear. Their face is also rotted on the right, covered partially by their hair, and the eye within the rot has a large round pupil, compared to the left, which is just a green slit shape. A dark pointed gash is connected to Ly's left eye, and their tail, which is curled around the bottom left corner of the drawing, is cut off at the tip./ ID END

i used a big canvas with this one, which i thought was cool

#my art #ly #trenchbound #trenchling #oc #original character

[stylespectrumblog]

Schiaparelli Spring 2024 RTW Collection

This is Schiaparelli's ready-to-wear collection, so that means we saw a lot of looks that was meant to be worn off the red carpet! The collection was beautiful, and featured many pieces with the keyhole cut out:

The fashion house further had Kylie Jenner wearing a piece with the new keyhole cutout:

Fashion house designer, Daniel Rosebury, did not forget to add his iconic surrealism pieces throughout the collection, such as the over-the-top giant, gold crab necklace:

Rosebury even included an oversized, gold lobster necklace that pays homage to the 1937 lobster dress, designed by Elsa Schiaparelli in collaboration with Salvador Dali:

The reference piece is as follows:

Of course, this piece is a part of fashion history, as Salvador Dali famously painted the lobster directly on the dress.

One of my favorite interpretations of the lobster theme is this draped, lobster skirt:

It is a great example of high fashion in the ready-to-wear sector that still offers exciting pieces.

Creamy, silk slips were also featured in the collection:

As well as traditional fabrics such as velvet:

Making the fashion house's ready-to-wear collection still accessible and realistic for the everyday lover of high fashion.

Two pieces that were most exciting to me were these tops with over-dramatic, ruffle collars:

I especially loved this look that featured an oversized, low rise trouser, showing off a Schiaparelli brief with a gold, keyhole layout. Paired with the cream colored blazer featuring a chunky gold chain, it shows that Schiaparelli may do ready-to-wear, but it doesn't have to be boring!

#high fashion #vogue #fashion #designers #couture #ready to wear #schiaparelli #daniel roseberry

[alanasunny]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Aritzia Sunday Best Amie Tank NWT.

[theinsanecrayonbox]

it’s that time of year again, where i draw my chars in meme sweaters and thigh highs/knee socks/legwarmers. (blame my twitter for giving me an ad for knitted thigh highs that looked super cozy)

did my 3 active PCs, and 3 of my fav perpetually in limbo prettys. and yes i  know i did Candi and Jelena before, but i realized that after everything was drawn (and in fairness that was PF!Candi and this is 5e!Candi, and well, i just love Jelena). tried to do the heights right even too...probably failed, but i dcn’t care; sweaters and fancy socks for everyone!!

(left to right on the lineup) Jelena Thorne (firbolg) in an oversized cable knit, Jass Creedance (wereliger) in the weird cutout croptop, Kirrah (oni-tiefling) in eth virgin killer sweater, Candoren Caina (fierna-tiefling) in a classic keyhole sweater, Dr Vektoria Rendari (foreclaimer) in a “Bah Humbug” shirt, and Yukiko Mosaka (snow kitsune) in a blue Santa dress

#i think Kirrah came out very adorable; she's so uncomfortable with this ^^; #my art #digital art #my ocs #pathfinderstuff #dnd stuff #i like knee socks lol #happy holidays