#the inner white shirt of the half black half pattern shirt is actually a piece of tissue paper

[ryllen]

not sure if street style fits prim & proper sebek much

but i just sewed what i can [x] [x] [x]

#nui #next challenge is to make bag and hat #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland #twst #fanart #the inner white shirt of the half black half pattern shirt is actually a piece of tissue paper #fshd i don't have other fabric than these three #kinda want to make something with horn #headband might not stay in place #maybe hat with horn

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Lee Juyeon - Focus

sub! Juyeon x domme! reader

Warnings: edging, some crying, petnames, sex toys, lingerie, spanking, mommy kink, mirror sex

Your baby boy is always good at following your instructions, so today you try to test his limits. Surprise: he's the best boy.

He's sitting on the edge of the bed, long legs spread wide as your hand trails down into his silk panties, stroking his cock harshly without any preparation. He mewls, body jolting from your rough touches. Your free hand comes up to thumb at his pink nipples, already puffy from abuse, having made him wear nipple clamps under his fuzzy white sweater for almost half an hour before this. His sweater is bunched up over his chest, barely held in place with his teeth.

His eyes are fixed on the sight of your hand jerking him off in his panties, his swollen tip peeking over the waistband, globs of precum dribbling all over the fabric and your hand. He's panting harshly already, the vibrator in his ass stimulating his prostate. His thighs quiver, wanting to cum but he's ashamed to cum so soon, knowing you'd be disappointed. And Juyeonie doesn't want to disappoint Mommy. He's a good boy who listens to his Mommy, and doesn't cum unless she tells him to. But he really, really needs to, and he lets you know by gripping your thighs.

You dig your thumb into his slit and he wails, his large body squirming around as his shirt falls from his mouth, grazing his sensitive nipples. "Does baby want to cum already?" you ask sweetly, brushing his sweaty hair back from his face. "Y-yes please mommy, c-can I?" he hiccups. You think for a moment, and pause your ministrations, your hand loosely gripping his aching cock. His bottom lip trembles in a pout, upset that you've stopped touching him. You get up from your position behind him, and he whines, wanting you to come back and play with him.

You shush him with a soft kiss, and he responds with hunger and enthusiasm, chasing your lips when you pull away. You help him take his sweater off, followed by his ruined panties. You twirl the lingerie around your finger, tutting at how he's made a mess of such an expensive piece of clothing. Juyeon bites his lips and hangs his head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry Mommy, it's just- you feel so good and I couldn't help myself..." he mumbles apologetically. You smile endearingly at him. "That's okay sweetheart, I'll get you more pretty ones next time, okay? But for now," his eyes shine with renewed excitement, looking up at you curiously.

You pull him off the bed and push him down to kneel right in front of the mirror. He's confused, and his body loosens up, letting you pull his arms behind his back, sliding his wrists through the leg holes of the panties, and you tie them into a tight knot. He makes a noise of surprise, whipping his head around to try to see what you were doing. "Patience, darling," you murmur, gripping his jaw to turn his face back to the mirror. He whimpers, his eyes watching your every move from the reflection.

You resume your position behind him, and spread his legs apart again. Your hands linger on his inner thighs, lightly scratching the sensitive skin, causing more pretty mewls to fall from his lips. You trail your hand inwards, and you suddenly spank his leaking cock, and he yelps in pain and surprise. A smirk graces your lips as you kiss his neck, watching as tears well up in his eyes. You spank his cock around some more, and Juyeon twitches every time his swollen cockhead grazes against the cool glass surface of the mirror. The poor baby is wailing, gasping, sobbing at the harsh but pleasurable treatment. You grope his swollen balls too for good measure, and he thrashes around, the makeshift panty binds threatening to rip. "Mommy mommy please it hurts, ahhh please I can't take much more," he pleads, tears streaming down his high cheekbones, glinting in the warm lights of your shared bedroom.

You plant another kiss right behind his ear as you softly rub his member, soothing him with gentle words and praises to ease the pain. "Such a good boy for mommy, I'll let you cum soon okay? Just a little more, baby boy, you're so pretty, look at you," you coo, running your clean hand through his dark locks gently. He takes a good look at himself. Drool dripping down his pink lips, nipples raw and red, black choker stark against his strained neck. Juyeon knows he looks good usually, but this was new, and he thinks he likes how he looks like this. As long as you thought he was pretty, he was happy. He gasps out loud when his eyes fall on the sight of your hand around the base of his blushing erect cock, covered in so much precum that it's dripping into a pool on the floor. "My prettiest boy, Juyeonie, I love you so much," you whisper in his ear, sending shivers rippling through his broad shoulders.

"I love you too, mommy," he rasps, throat dry and hoarse from all the screaming and moaning. You slowly move your hand again, stroking him gently, pulling on his choker as you concentrate on his swollen cockhead, rubbing circles on his tip with your palm. His hips jerk from the stimulation, and you push him up against the mirror. He turns to look at you, but you push his face against the glass, squishing his cheek. "M-mommy? What are you doing?" he asks, eyes wide with confusion, his words slightly slurred from how his lips are squished too. You shush him again, and roughly push his hips into the mirror too, hissing when his oversensitive cock makes contact with the cold surface.

You smile at him through the mirror, running your warm hands up and down his broad back. "You can come anytime you want, sweetie," plunging two precum-soaked fingers into his tight heat at once, and he actually screams. Your fingers stretching his puffy hole as the toy vibrates inside him, Juyeon can't take much more, grinding his drooling cock against the mirror, smearing precum all over. He moans lewdly, hot breath fogging up the glass as he essentially makes out with his own reflection, spit dripping from his lips as he pants, your tight grip on his hair keeping his face in place. You fuck your fingers into him harder and faster, admiring how beautiful he looks as he falls apart.

Juyeon cums without warning, ropes of hot cum splattering all over himself and the mirror, hoarsely whining as his body wrecks with renewed sobs, relief and exhaustion washing over him. You slow down, letting him ride his orgasm out on your fingers, hips grinding slowly to a stop, and a peek around his limp body shows his cum smeared all over the mirror and on his constricted abs. You remove your fingers from his ass and wipe it on your shirt, then proceed to release his wrists from his makeshift binds. You rub soothingly at the reddened skin, and massage his arms, peppering soft kisses across the expanse of his back and shoulders as he rests his head on the glass, trying to catch his breath. "You did amazing, Juyeonie. Mommy is so proud of you, you know? I knew you could take it, I love you so much, sweetheart," your murmur into his ear.

"T-thank you Mommy, Juyeonie loves you too," he sighs, a dopey, tired smile on his lips. You coax him into a sitting position, rubbing his sore, bruised knees and he cuddles into your warmth, nuzzling your neck with his nose, almost falling asleep. You ruffle his hair, laughing at his pout when you remind him that you two needed to clean up. He grumbles cutely, letting you help him up on his wobbly legs, and drag him into the bathroom, managing to win him over with promises of a nice bubble bath. The tub fills up and Juyeon clambers in with his long limbs, and you're grateful that you got a big, almost jacuzzi-like tub for your big baby to be comfortable in. Juyeon makes grabby hands at you to join in, and you sigh happily as the warm water and bubbles surround you, as well as Juyeon's toned arms hugging you close to his defined chest.

You lean into him, feeling his defined abs and chest pressing into your back, and his flaccid cock against your ass. His fingers trace patterns along your thighs in the water, trailing inwards slowly. "Baby boy... what are you doing?" you ask, your tone laced with a gentle warning as you tilt your head to look at him. He beams down at you, his toothy eye smile ever so endearing. "You didn't cum yet, mommy. It's my turn to take care of you now, okay?" He smiles, pressing another sloppy kiss to your cheek. You giggle, letting his large hands roam around your body under the water, and the two of you stay in the tub for longer than you should.

You finally manage to convince him to get out of the tub and into some warm pajamas, opting for a large tshirt, a fresh pair of silk panties and some fuzzy socks for Juyeon, and a simple short nightdress for yourself. He rolls around in the warm sheets as you pick up all your discarded clothing, impatiently waiting for you to join him. You shake your head gently at the giant cat-baby you have sprawled in your large bed and dump the clothes in the laundry basket, grimacing apologetically at the thought of your maids having to handle it tomorrow. But for now, you switch off the lights and crawl into your lover's arms, sleep coming quickly for your exhausted but sated bodies, smothered in each other's warmth.

A/N: I really got too carried away with this one.

#achlys: tbz imagines #the boyz #the boyz smut #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #juyeon #juyeon smut #sub!juyeon

[rassicas]

Splatoon gear information from Haikara Walker

In Haikara Walker, there’s a section in the book that gives some additional flavor text to many of the pieces of gear in Splatoon. I translated these a long time ago and put them on twitter, but it was incorrect in some places, so I corrected those translations here. I also translated info for a few more pieces of gear. Because tumblr sucks, I can’t have every description be accompanied by a picture of the gear without the formatting getting weird. Also its too much effort. Anyway, here’s a google docs mirror, or just keep reading below. Enjoy the fruits of my labor.

Pearlescent Hoodie amiibo A fluffy hoodie that feels amazing, it's the same model as the one Pearl wears. There are two rings shining brightly on the left hand, and three on the right hand. "Pearl-scout” seems to be the generic name for fans of Pearl. Marinated Top amiibo Designed to boldly expose arms and waist, it's the same model of top as the one worn by Marina. There are silver accessories on the left hand, one of which is a digital watch. It seems that Marina’s fans call themselves members of the "Marination".

Rockin' Leather Jacket Annaki A thin jacket with a striking two-tone color scheme, based on the Inky Riders. Even the smiling blobfish badge on the chest shows the sense of style given off by this jacket. 

Fresh Octo Tee Cuttlegear It looks exactly like the official T-shirt made by SquidForce, but  it's a specially-made shirt that Cuttlegear created for Octolings. It has been carefully recreated, down to the reflector print on the back.  Octarian Retro Cuttlegear Like the "Retro Sweat", this is a vintage treated sweatshirt that has a piece of a classic comic printed on it. On the bottom-right of the illustration is the author's signature. Of course, the pale colors are popular. Octo Layered LS Cuttlegear  An octopus version of the squid tee dealt at the Global Testfire two years ago. An expert coordinator superimposed these different shades of red. Many Inklings pair this shirt with the Studio Octophones, and both envy and respect towards the Octolings is something that can really be felt.

Navy Eminence Jacket Enperry This jacket has a straightforward design that completely covers the body from above the knees. The overwhelming presence given off by it hangs in the air, keeping others from getting too close. The lower garments worn with it completely change the impression it gives off, which is appealing. It's possible to remove the hood.

Octoking Facemask Enperry At first glance it seems hard to breathe in, but it's made of a special material that even allows you to complete a full marathon with ease while wearing it. Even if one doesn’t talk as much, the star design around the mouth speaks for itself. Octoglasses Firefin A luxurious design with gold accents that have an "8" motif,  all in a bold crimson frame. If one puts it on their head, they'll totally feel like a celeb. 

Noise Cancelers Forge Headphones used to shut out external noise, such as when maneuvering a helicopter. Because it also has the effect of increasing the wearer's concentration, it is favored by chargers who like to bet on a single shot. Squidlife Headphones Forge In the days when it was prevalent to carry music outside, these handy headphones were sweeping the world. As time passed, it became popular among young people who prefer a cheap yet daring style.

Skull Bandanna Forge A bandanna with a design that has a strong impact. It features an image of an Inkling skull. It's common to it fold in half and wrap it around the mouth. Whether or not Inklings actually have a skull is a mystery. Custom Painted F-3 Forge This perfectly reproduced military jacket has been hand-painted, making it a luxurious item. The squid's silhouettes lined up on the back represents the number that have been defeated. The inner lining prevents body heat from escaping.

Brown FA-11 Bomber Forge A custom model of the FA-01 jacket. The inner sleeve has been replaced with a sweatshirt material, and it's been customized with things such as embroidered badges. It's an extremely rare item that you won't see much of in the city. Forge Inkling Parka Forge It's recommended to dress in a mod-like way with the military parka and a slick, 3-button suit. The jacket hides the buttocks completely, so even in shorts, one doesn't know the cold.

Crustwear XXL Grizzco This T-shirt is from Crusty Sean’s fast food truck in Inkopolis Square. Whether it's genuine or not is a mystery, but one feels better if they wear it. The illustration of the fried shrimp topped with an ample amount of whipped cream is adorable.  Squiddor Polo Grizzco The uniform from iShipit, the company that’s helped us all out at one point or another, somehow leaked out of the company. Highly absorbent and quick-drying, it is comfortable to wear even while sweating. It looks so refreshing that it makes one want to start running. Juice Parka Grizzco It's the uniform of a famous oil company, but somehow it's made it to the streets. It's made of a special cloth that’s easy to move around in, and makes it easy for dirt to fall off of. With a weapon such as a Hydra Splatling or a Goo Tuber, one can perfectly resemble an employee of that company. Shrimp-Pink Polo Splash Mob A polo shirt made in collaboration with Shrimp Kicks in Inkopolis. The shirt features a vivid pink color, and has sleeves that are slightly rounded like puff sleeves. It has a shrimp embroidery on the chest. Whale-Knit Sweater Splash Mob Part of Splash Mob's House-Tag series. It's a traditional knitted handmade sweater with cute designs of whales, squids and coral. It's warm because it uses plenty of wool, and it has a pleasant, moderately weighty feeling.

Takoroka Windcrusher Takoroka An impressive, crazily-colored nylon jacket. The large printed Takoroka logo is a sharp design. The classic design is popular among young squids.

Takoroka Nylon Vintage  Takoroka The second model in the Takoroka Nylon series. It can be summarized by it's carbon color as well as it's shining presence and mixing and matching of colors. The boldy-designed backside is also worth paying attention to. It goes well with sporty and outdoorsy activities. Crazy Arrows Takoroka  Among the popular Arrows, there are many different colorations. Once one sees this shoe's crazy colors, the unforgettable and bold colors will make the personality of the person wearing it shine even more.

Silver Tentatek Vest Tentatek A down vest that aims to be lightweight. Many are also happy with the arm band for squidphones, which can handle heavy exercise. It is extremely popular with runners. Arrow Pull-ons Toni Kensa This is the first in a series of special order Kensa models titled "Takoroka for Toni Kensa." The multiple combinations of materials shows Kensa’s attention to detail. Even the design on the sole is lovely. Inkfall Shirt Toni Kensa The quality of the materials, sewing, and silhouette are uncompromised in Kensa's masterpiece shirt. The way the asymmetrical black smear pattern contrasts with the white background of the shirt is beautiful. One can be sleek and stylish.

Anglerfish Mask SquidForce A familiar, surreal mask that's a party good. As the part of the anglerfish glows, the visibility of the wearer's surroundings is enhanced, making it very convenient in the dark. It smells a bit like rubber when worn. Hockey Mask SquidForce A mask made of a phosphorescent material, designed after the motif of a cut open mackerel.* Because it glows dimly in the dark, the wearer can make their opponent tremble with fear. Keep this mask on, and do not go near the lake. *There’s an untranslatable pun here on how the word for hockey( ホッケー )is similar to the word for a specific kind of mackerel( ホッケ). I think the red arrows on the side of the mask are supposed to resemble fish bones?

Red Hi-Horses Zink An eternally classic model from its popular series that brought a revolution to basketball courts and the streets. The brand logo is decorated on the sole, so even the footprints are cool.

#Haikara Walker #splatoon translations #splatoon #splatoon 2

[excindrela]

Summoned (18+)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV / Female reader

Genre: Fluff/ a touch of Angst/ and graphic SMUT

Warnings: occult, oral (female receiving), **graphic sex**

Word Count: 3253

AN: Ok. This is only the 2nd thing I have ever posted, and my 1st attempt at smut (sorry if I offend or horrify anyone). Feedback is always appreciated (please be kind).  FYI: “a-spot” is not a typo. Google it. ;)

Happy Halloween!!

AN2: Ayno returned for Thanksgiving, and by request (thank you lovlies) he has become a series! Christmas is here:  12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

It turned out to be the Halloween where things actually did go bump in the night. The truth of which no one would believe if you decided to tell it.

On-the-fly parties were Misha’s specialty, so there you all were, former college roommates with crazy lives & jobs, on the Friday night before Halloween sitting on Misha’s floor in make-shift costumes with random Asian take-out being washed down with cheap rice wine and sake. You played with the Ouija board, read each other’s tarot cards and thumbed through the Urban Witch’s Guide to Practical Spells (bought on clearance at Barnes & Noble for $5.27).

Come to think of it now, the whole thing was Jia’s fault. She was the one who picked up the spell book and started reading from it.  “Oooo! Oooo! This one is for you!!” , she said punching you in the shoulder. Having gotten your attention, she read aloud, “Are you lonely? Sexually frustrated? Summon a demon specifically to satisfy you and take care of your needs.” “I am not sexually frustrated!” you protested. Misha snorted. “…And when was the last time you got laid, Princess Workaholic? Do I not remember you describing your last boyfriend as a ‘lazy pencil dick’?” “I thought it was ‘rice dick’?”, Jia countered. You sighed, “Ok, yes. My last boyfriend was a lazy un-endowed slob who thought only of himself, and it would have taken an act of Congress for him to go down on me. …but 8 months isn’t that much of a dry spell…” Jia shook her head. “Yeah no. You need this.” She said with a laugh. She tore off a piece of napkin and made you write your name on it, then she reached over and yanked 3 hairs out of your head. She grabbed a black candle with a pentagram on it, held it up and read “I seek the realm beyond! I call upon those who can make manifest the desires of mind, flesh, and heart to cross the veil and grant fulfillment!” as she burned your written name and hairs in the candle. You threw a popcorn ball at her head.

The Uber dropped you off at home sometime just before midnight. You dropped your bag on the floor, locked the door and wandered into the bedroom of your converted warehouse apartment. You had just thrown on an old t-shirt and a pair of boxers when you saw a strange blue light coming from the living room. Upon closer inspection, you discovered it was coming from the large antique floor mirror you bought at an estate sale last year. The whole glass was lit up as though surrounded in neon. Slowly a shadow appeared in the center that as it grew larger took on the shape of a person. You stood, transfixed, as a man stepped through your mirror as though it was any other doorway.

He had to be close to six feet tall. Black pointed toe boots with studded bands led to black leather pants with a similarly studded belt, his shirt was a soft button up in white with a red floral pattern, hidden mostly under a burgundy leather motorcycle jacket.  He had a face like Lucifer fallen: high cheekbones, full pouty lips with a ring through the bottom one and a distinct cupid’s bow on top, and almost black hair covered in a layer of teal. He was a sinful nightmare, straight from your dreams.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” you asked with a slight tremble in your voice.

He eyed you up and down. “I am Ayno. I am a lesser demon of manifestation and desire. You summoned me. I was called upon to service you mistress.”

You stared at him in shock. This was not really happening. “What? No…no…no…that wasn’t me. That was Jia. Jia summoned you. I think you have the wrong mirror.”

He smiled as he approached you and gently tucked your hair behind your ear, bringing his long fingers down to your jaw line to raise your chin and get a better look at you. His thumb brushed across your lips as he chewed on his lower one, using his tongue to play with the ring in it. You felt your underwear growing damp just looking at him. “Mmmm…I don’t think so. But let’s check, shall we?”

He turned on his heel and strode back to the mirror he had stepped out of. The neon glow had disappeared and it looked normal again. He knocked on it in a strange rhythm and then placed his hand in the center of the glass. Nothing happened. He was satisfied. “No. The portal is closed. I am definitely here to see to your…needs.” He turned back to his reflection, studying it for a moment. “My hair is blue? Green?” He peered closer. “Exactly what color are my eyes? Am I Asian? ” he questioned. You shrugged, “Maybe? Do you not know? Isn’t this what you usually look like?”  He shook his head “I look however you desire me to.”

“So mistress…how can I serve you? Which of your desires would you like me to fulfill?” he said as he casually tossed his jacket on the couch and began advancing on you.

You started backing up. “Oh no no…I don’t need anything…I don’t think I have any desires…” you said as you maneuvered around the couch, trying to put distance between yourself and the supermodel from hell.

“None? You’re putting off an awful lot of pheromones for someone with no desires.” he chided. You scooted backwards between the counter and the island in the kitchen. He followed you, unbuttoning his shirt and discarding it on a barstool. “Your heart is pounding…see something you like?” he asked. You moved around the dining table, pulling out the chairs and leaving them as obstacles.

Ayno just kept walking toward you at a languid pace. You continued backing up wondering how to stop his advance. Unfortunately, you didn’t pay attention to where you were going and you backed yourself right into the bedroom. Now you were trapped with nowhere to go. This seemed to please Ayno who leaned in the doorway smirking as you looked around in panic for an escape.

“Oh, please. Don’t kill me.” You whispered breathlessly. He smiled and gave a small chuckle. “Aww- don’t worry baby, I’m not going to kill you. …I’m not even going to hurt you…but I am going to make you scream.”

He held up his right index finger and twirled it in a circle before flicking it in your direction. Like some otherworldly cowboy, a rope of red light shot from his finger, lassoed your wrists and dragged you backward onto the bed – arms above your head, your wrists now bound together by energy and secured tightly to nothing. You tried yanking your arms down, but they wouldn’t budge. “You know, the more you pull on that, the tighter it gets.” Ayno cautioned. He glanced down at the university t-shirt you were wearing. “You won’t be needing that” he said as the shirt was whisked from your body by nothing more than a wiggle of his fingers and a wave of his hand. “You won’t be needing those either” he said looking at your boxers. He made a ‘come here’ motion with his hand and your boxers and panties slid down your legs and flew straight to his hand. He put your soaked panties to his nose, closing his eyes and inhaling slowly before dropping them to the ground.

He held up two fingers like a Boy Scout and then pointed them towards you and split them apart as he did so your legs shot open to opposite sides of the mattress unable to close them of your own free will. His eyes never leaving yours he advanced on you like a predator to their prey. You felt the foot of the bed dip is he climbed on it and crawled towards you.

“I’ll bet you taste delicious.” He purred, glancing down to eye your dripping sex fully on display for him. “Oh oh no! Please!! Oh please no!” you begged knowing what he was about to do, but the demon only laughed.

With a speed that no human could match, he dove between your spread legs and dropped his head to lick a thick fat stripe up your slit. He took excruciatingly long laps, his tongue stretching out and dipping into your hole at the bottom and flicking across your clit at the top. You moaned and writhed, trying to escape him as he guided the tip of his tongue up and down between your folds. Finally he grabbed your hipbones and held you still as he placed his whole mouth to your core, sucking at the juices you couldn’t stop flowing. Without letting up, he slowly inserted his middle finger to your waiting heat, moving it in and out in gentle even thrusts causing tiny currents of electricity to slide along your slick inner walls. You made soft gasping noises that slowly morphed into “more” as your hips bucked upward to meet the thrust of his hand. Ever obliging, Ayno added another finger and increased the pace. The friction caused you to whine softly as your hips twisted in pleasure, held fast in his firm grasp. You could feel yourself winding up, waiting to be pushed over the edge. “Oh please- please- make me cum” you begged. He raised his glowing red eyes to your sweat damped face, as he moved to take your clit between his lips and suck while he curved his fingers upward into your sensitive spot. You gasped and made incoherent sounds as everything behind your eyes went white and your whole body twitched as your orgasm washed over you.

At last he released your throbbing clit and raised his head, the lower half of his face covered in your slick. You felt yourself growing desperate as he continued working his fingers in and out of your soaked core. His breathing was heavy when he asked “You’re so wet…how do you want me to serve you?”

“Fuck me. Please Ayno…please I want to feel you inside me!” you begged like a shameless slut. You had no idea what had happened to the rest of his clothes, but his body was naked as he shifted on top of yours.

A moment later you felt the sweet painful stretch of his thick cock pushing achingly slow inside of you. He took his time pressing in, letting you feel every inch of him as he slid into you. “So tight” he hissed as he bottomed out. He bent forward gently trailing soft wet kisses down your neck as he gave you time to adjust to his size. Gradually, he felt your hips begin to twitch, knowing that you were ready for him to move. He slowly dragged his length out of you pushing back in with slightly more intensity; and with each stroke he increased the pace and added force.

“Does it feel good baby? You like the way I’m fucking you?” he asked as his hip bones crashed into your inner thighs again.

“Mmmmph…uhhh…yes…oh Jesus yes…more…” you choked out.

The demon gave a dark laugh and said “HE has nothing to do with this, I promise you.” as he lifted your legs up over his shoulders and began making quick sharp thrusts that slammed the head of his cock into your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Ayno...my hands… please…” He flicked his fingers at the headboard and you felt the bonds give way and your arms fall to your sides to grip the sheets. You could feel the edges of your vision darkening as all your muscles tightened and the butterflies began in your belly. Ayno reached forward and laced his fingers in yours. “C’mon baby, cum for me…you’re almost there…” he coaxed as he flexed his hips faster. You moaned loudly as the pleasure washed over you like a wave while fireworks exploded behind yours eyes, and you felt yourself clenching around him harder than you ever had. “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!” you yelled loud enough that you were sure the entire building could hear you.

Ayno slowed his pace, and slid your legs off his shoulders until your knees were around his elbows, while he watched you pant and come down from your high. “I don’t think you’re satisfied yet. You want more baby?” “More??” you gasped. He smiled and nodded as he unhooked your knees and reached down with strong hands behind your back and pulled you up until you were sitting in his lap, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you. He began gently rolling his hips, the motion causing him to simultaneously apply rhythmic pressure to your clit and the tip of his cock to graze your a-spot. Your breath began coming in short staccato gasps. You threaded your fingers into his hair “Aren’t you close?” He smiled and shook his head. “Don’t you need to come?”

He gave a throaty laugh. “I can if you want me to, but it’s not necessary. Orgasm or not, I can do this any way you want, all night if you desire.” He said gazing up at you with burgundy eyes that sparkled like glitter and a smirk on his lips. You brought your mouth to his, suddenly prepared to give up whatever sleep you thought you were going to get.

***

You startled as you realized there was someone in the bed with you. Cautiously you rolled over to find your dream-nightmare leaning on one elbow watching you sleep with detached amusement. “Ayno? Oh god. That really happened.  Wh-what are you still doing here? Its’s daylight” Ayno rolled his eyes. “I’m a demon, not a vampire. Daylight is not a problem for me. ...and I can’t leave. You haven’t released me.” “Released you?” “Yeah- you summoned me. I have to do your bidding, and then when you’re satisfied, you release me and I leave.”

“Does what happened really count as summoning?” you questioned. Ayno nodded. “..and do my bidding? I didn’t bid you to do anything.” Ayno’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “No? Didn’t you? What do you think last night was?” That? All of that??? “Uh no! That was you demon boy!” The gorgeous demon laughed in earnest showing off the Hollywood-esq smile it didn’t seem a creature like him should have. “That’s not how it works. It’s not about me or what I want. It has to be in you- it’s what *you* want. I just know - I can sense it. But it all comes from you.” You were mortified. That came from you? No no no. That wasn’t you- that was like smut you’d read in a fanfic on Tumblr. Not that it wasn’t awesome, but... “Wait. So you’re stuck here and have to do whatever I want until I tell you to leave??” Ayno’s eyes narrowed. “Something like that.”

*** 3 weeks later***

The smell of coffee pulled you out of bed earlier than you would like on a Sunday morning. You wandered into the kitchen to be greeted by what had become one of your favorite things: Ayno, shirtless, making your breakfast. You paused for a moment to admire the view of his triangular torso, but since he was attuned to you, it was impossible to sneak up on him. He spun around and picked up your coffee cup and strutted down the kitchen like a model on a catwalk to hand it to you. You giggled.

“Did you enjoy the show? Can I have a shirt now?” he pleaded. “Please?”

Please. So human. You’d been working on the human thing. “Of course.”

He retrieved his shirt from the back of the couch and paused at the mirror to look at himself on the way back.  His hair was now chocolate brown, very short on the sides and back, but longer on the top with caramel colored highlights. “I look Asian now.” He confirmed with a smile, as he began fluffing and styling his bangs. He gestured at his new hair, “This is good?” he questioned hopefully. You nodded enthusiastically.

“I think this look will go over better with my family. They will approve, therefore there will be fewer questions.” You explained. He nodded – he didn’t get a choice- his appearance was still subject to your whims. “We can change it up when we get back. I think you’d look great as a blonde.” He arched one eyebrow and eyed you doubtfully as he picked you up by the hips and effortlessly lifted you up to sit on the counter.

“Tell me again about this ‘Thanksgiving’ we are going to.” He asked as he plated your breakfast and handed it to you.

You didn’t answer right away. You stuffed a piece of pancake in your mouth to hide the small wave of guilt that hit you for not having released him yet. Ayno did make great pancakes, but it seemed unfair to keep an accidently summoned demon as a sex slave and pretend boyfriend - even if he was the best boyfriend you’d ever had. He was a good cook, the house was spotless, he had turned out to have a great sense of humor and was a pro at cuddling- as well as everything that came after it. However, you were pretty sure that demons were not supposed to be domesticated, and that this went against his nature…he was probably miserable.

You looked up from the food you had been concentrating way too hard on to find his nose inches from yours. It surprised you, because, if anything, your thoughts and feelings should have pushed him away, not called him to you. He was looking in your eyes in that way that made you think he was staring at your soul (and you weren’t entirely sure he wasn’t).

“I am not unhappy.”

“But this doesn’t seem right.”

He shrugged. “Right is whatever you want, whatever makes you happy.”

“But what do you want?”

He sighed and looked down at your breakfast plate. “My desires do not enter into it. What I want doesn’t matter.”

You placed your hands on his cheeks. “It does to me. What do you want, Ayno?”

“This.” Suddenly, his velvet soft lips were on yours. You were surprised and hesitated for a moment – never before had any of Ayno’s actions been something you hadn’t willed. He pulled away, smiling.

“You allowed me choice. Why?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know…I mean I know you’re a demon, and probably inherently evil, but it just seems like you should have some say in your life.”

Ayno shook his head. “I am not evil. I am owned and managed by evil. But you might be surprised to know that I do have feelings.”

You were surprised actually. “Really?” He nodded. “I assumed that you couldn’t…you never told me.”

“You never asked.” He hesitated a moment, “Why do you keep me here?”

Embarrassed, you went back to playing with your pancakes. Knowing that he deserved an answer, you whispered, “Because I like you.”

He placed his hands on your hips and pressed his forehead to yours. “I like you too. More than any soul I have ever encountered. Is that not how it is done in this world? You like each other so you stay together?”

He made it sound so simple.

“Something like that.” You replied.

#ayno #vav ayno #vav fluff #vav angst #vav smut #hot demon #demon #halloween #supernatural au #fluff smut au angst

[gerbiloftriumph]

So you wanna be a king (pt4)

orrrr mayyyybe juuust cosplay one since that’s way less responsibilities

(incidentally, the fabbo shirt’s from redbubble, https://www.redbubble.com/people/midorilied/works/29739636-do-it-for-him-white-text, if @midorilied​ doesn’t mind me showing it off)

If you’ve followed along thus far then you should have a cloak, jerkin, pants and boots. A fully wearable Graham perfect for romping around the countryside. But it feels incomplete without the accessories, so let’s give those a try.

Part 4: Pouches n Bracers

(Again, these are all just suggestions and a How I Did It from a very novice cosplayer. Disregard all points, or take the ones you like. improvise adapt overcome)

Perhaps the best part about adventure games is the stuff. The bottomless inventory, a random assortment of strange things that all Do A Thing. Graham carries everything from money to badgers to literal humans in his pockets (presumably his mother is a seamstress trained by the gods). 

This...won’t be you. Sorry.

Now, to be fair, I saw a Graham cosplay on tumblr (I’m so sorry, I don’t remember who--does anyone know?) who sewed pockets into their cloak, which is delightful and a very sweet idea! 

However, I prefer the swoosh and snap of my cloak, and heavy things like cell phones in your cloak will alter the weight. Something to keep in mind as you decide how to manage your outfit.

(forgive the blur--I haven’t been able to get a still of what it looks like when swooshing. Perhaps now I’ve got real boots I’ll do another gifset of it)

Thus, all my phone, money, keys, and backup freckles (e.g., liquid eyeliner) must live in Graham’s belt pouches instead of cloak pockets. Lord knows what Graham actually keeps in his pouches, game-wise. Squirrel snacks, maybe, to avoid repeating the fiasco from Tourney Day?

This time I followed a pattern. I know, weird, right?

I wanted functionality, but I wanted them to be slim and simple, too. I found a guy on YouTube, and he comes with a .pdf template pattern in his video description! It’s super detailed, easy to follow, and better than me rambling. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPhQlaI_UX4

Three years later, they’re starting to look a touch tired. I used a plain dark brown fabric (was it broadcloth?). Half a yard is plenty. If it’s semi-close in color your your belt, ideal. I made two sizes, two large for phone and makeup for touchups, and one small for keys and money. The large ones are 3″ wide and 5.5″ tall, and the small one is 2.5″ by 4.5″, but size them to whatever important things must be on your body at all time.

I added snap clasps to keep them shut (never know when you’ll be pounced by goblins, or trip over a crack in the sidewalk), and I found some plain silver buttons to sew over where the snaps sit--added bonus, hides my sloppy stitchwork. I took some of the leftover suede rope from the jerkin for the front--my ugliest secret is that it’s really horrible looking super glue dribbled everywhere. Hasn’t moved in 3 years, tho. /victory fist bump

I turned the corners of the front flaps so I wouldn’t have square tops. I didn’t trim off the excess fabric since I thought keeping extra weight in the corners would help keep the flaps down. You could always sew in another layer of something sturdier if you didn’t want the flaps to curl over time--it’s probably worth it. It does make a difference. 

So, in doing this half-tutorial, I’ve just realized that Graham’s actual model has three pouches of various sizes on his left side only which means I’ve been wearing and drawing him wrong since day one. So. That’s cool. themoreyouknow.gif

(still not changing anything tho; I like keeping my phone on my right side)

Bracers!

Graham’s an archer. So, he’s got bracers on his forearms to protect himself. (presumably his rippling muscles are protection enough since he stops wearing them between his 30s and 70s.)

We have the same problem here as with the jerkin: the bracers seem practically sewn onto his arm. And that’s maybe doable, but I’m mortal, not digital, and I want this to be comfortable and also easy to remove. Now, unfortunately, my method loses the black bands he has on his bracer underbellies--they don’t seem to fit. If you have a nice solution, let me know.

Get yourself a ruler, paper, a scrap of elastic band, a sheet or two of stiff felt (probably like this stuff: https://www.amazon.com/Darice-Stiff-inches-5-Pack-FLT-0331/dp/B00KNAKJH6), and all the leftovers from your jerkin.

Measure around your wrist--mine’s 6″, so we’ll use that. Draw a 6″ line on a piece of paper, find the center of the line, mark it. Measure how long down your arm you want the bracer to go. I like 8 and a quarter inches myself (make it as long as you can without the bracer edge rubbing your inner elbow because that gets real old real fast). From the center mark of your wrist line, make a straight line down (a grid is helpful here to keep it straight). At the point where your bracer stops, measure around your arm: I got 9″. Find the halfway mark of your base arm line, add that to the paper. Connect the corners. It should look approximately something like this:

Cut out and test your design to make sure it’s comfortable (you want to forget you’re wearing these. keep them away from your elbow. f’reals). Cut the shape out of your stiff felt, and cut out your brown fabric leftover from your jerkin, with a margin all around so you can fold it over and sew (I did an inch I think, because I’m a coward). For the hand guard, I did half my wrist (3″), then measured my hand to see how high it had to be to just scrape the knuckle. For my hand, that’s about 3″, give or take. Curve it, test it, cut it out of felt and brown alike, and cut out some extra brown to cover the inside of the hand guard too, as you don’t want to see any white against your hand.

Fold the loose edges over the felt and sew it down along the marked places:

Make little snips in the hem of the hand guard hem as you go to achieve that tight curve. 

I was nervous about combining the two pieces as I needed easy wrist flexibility. The two lines that aren’t hemmed I left “raw” and sewed the brown edges together as was, so that there’s no stiff felt against the wrist at all. 

Another secret: my bracer grommets aren’t the same as my jerkin grommets--they’re much smaller, like 7mm, because I’d planned on making my jerkin with this smaller size earlier to replicate Graham’s tighter lacing but it didn’t work out--the larger ones from your jerkin work fine. 

It’s the same process as the jerkin, too. Every inch from the wrist to the elbow gets a grommet, plus its corresponding partner. A-likea so:

The next part might be optional. I cut another piece of brown about the same size as the bracer body again, and sewed the edges along the inside, just past the grommets, so that when you wear the bracer, you don’t see the shirt beneath your laces. It also gives you a place to hide the loose ends of your suede rope once it’s tied into place. Probably optional. 

Graham’s bracers have definition near the elbow, and I was annoyed that I couldn’t find a way to fit in the large black bands without messing up the simplicity of my pull on/pull off system, so to reference it I found thin black trim and sewed it along the bottom hem, just below the last grommet. 

Okay, lace it with the suede rope and try it for fit. You may notice the hand guard is a bit unwilling to stay attached. Get the super glue, and--

no wait please don’t do that

let’s just make an elastic ring instead

My elastic was white: I colored it with a brown marker so it wasn’t as jarring if anyone caught sight of it. Sew it into your existing hemline, wherever it feels natural to wear it as a ring on your middle finger. A strip of fabric or trim might work as well, but the elastic makes it easy to pull on. 

I desperately need to update my gray wristbands with real rope. This is trim, and I do not like it. But it was free, at the bottom of my cosplay bin, and I’m so tired of spending money on this costume.........anyway, loop the rope of choice three times around your wrist, sew it into a closed loop to avoid dealing with knots and bows, and tug the whole thing on and off over your hand. pls do not make it too tight.

And that’s looking like a proper cosplay. Just a few more accessories and also the hat. I assume everyone just wants the adventuring hat, but if there’s any interest in the crown, I could toss that in too, maaaayyyybbeeee?

#kings quest #King Graham #King's Quest #cosplay #midorilied #hey midorilied if you don't want your shirt in here lemme know i'll swap for a different picture #just two more to go~! #tutorial

[imnotcameraready]

chivalry is dead — ball outfits

as of chapter 20, everyone is dressed Fancy™

outfits and ID explanations below! 

Patton — Cat

i gotta start with our kitty-pat!!!!! he’s so cute !!!! his dress is a lot like cinderella’s, actually, now that i think about it. His dress corset has the princess-cut lines down the center that have some silver thread detailing, and the center part is a sparkly grey while the outside is a pale grey-blue velvet. The corset’s waist juts out, and at the center middle of the waist there’s a large bow made of glittery black tulle. The top most layer of his dress is glittery silver tulle, while the next layer (and the one that extends out behind him in a train) is glittery black tulle. i feel like it should bunch in the back, but i didn’t draw the back, but it also probably bunches in the back just given how fabric Moves™. the inner most layer of his dress is a velvet gradient from the same pale grey-blue on his corset to an actual dark grey, similar in shade to the silver tulle! his shoulder poofs are also scrunched up silver tulle, and that’s all the sleeve he’s got. he does have forearm-length gloves, though, which are grey with pink toe beans that mimic a cat’s!

his mask is also pretty standard for a masquerade ball — it’s a grey cat mask, with a silver gem for the nose and with pink ears and whiskers! 

Logan — Octopus

a smart animal for our smart boi :^) also like, my favorite outfit of the bunch, i want it so badly. his blazer doesn’t clasp, but it’s fitted pretty well and clips on the inside to his vest. It’s dark blue, with a black adjustable waist strap that goes around his back, and with four tails that seem more like tentacles. The shoulders of his blazer are also adorned with light blue “bubble” rhinestones. His vest is just a shimmery royal blue, and his undershirt is white, but his tie is iridescent blue and black. It’s tied up in an eldritch knot tho ;0 His pants are pretty tame, just some dark blue slacks. hes got a little piece of pink coral tucked into his lapel, too!

logan’s mask is. like. like i’d die for it. like it’s so cool. there are four tendrils poking out and swirling around it on either side, protruding from the mask itself, and while the coloring of the mask is fairly basic (it’s just dark blue) the “underside” of the tentacles are decorated in silver gems that mimic an octopus’ suckers. this was the first one i did and. like. im still yelling. i want that mask. 

Deceit — Peacock

thought i’d mix it up a little!!!! deceit’s suddenly flashy and, in the bard’s words, “the hottest chick in the coop.” he doesn’t have a blazer, but he does have a half-cape thingie, which has blue and purple and green rhinestones on the shoulder pad while shimmers an iridescent purple and green when he moves. his vest is a matte teal, and his undershirt is mint green, and he has lil arm bands that keep his sleeves pulled up that are dark blue. his ascot is also iridescent, and shimmers blue and purple. His pants are pretty tame, though (as i’ve seemed to do with most everyone’s pants lmao) they’re black with a glittery green stripe down the side. his shoes are. supposed to be black dress shoes. but it seems i forgot to draw them. and his gloves are dark green! i love this outfit but its also a mess of colors asdfgjkl

his mask covers the scaled side of his face and has blue rhinestones decorated similarly to the cape. There are also a lot of feathers. Like a lot of peacock feathers. all coming out of the left side. his scales are well hidden. 

The Thief — Snake

speaking of mixing it up a little, the thief does love being a red herring. his outfit is less snake themed and more deceit themed t b h. idk what to call that blazer, but it’s black, and short in the front with two long coat tails in the back, and is buttoned low and twice with gold circles and chains that mimic deceit’s coat clasp. His blazer also has sequins arranged in diamonds, traveling up his sleeves’ forearms. his vest is black, too, but is sheer while the blazer itself is matte. his dress shirt is a pastel yellow, and the bowtie is black, calling back to deceit’s SvS outfit. his slacks are also pretty plain, just black, and he’s wearing black gloves. 

his mask is literally a call back to deceit — covers the let side of his face, and has sequins arranged in diamonds all across it, mimicking deceit’s scales. If you look close enough, though, you can see his face scar jutting out at the very edge

remember when virgil was tryna convince the thief that he was the virgil-esque roman? :^) 

The Bard — Harlequin

i love love love the bard’s outfit. it’s actually a ball-dance dress, meant for people who are actually doing ballroom dancing, with some red sheer tulle as the skirt. His bodice isn’t a corset, though it is kinda stiff and sinched at the waist by a thick black belt with a heart on it. The belt matches his choker, which incidentally is connected to his dress :^) the bodice also has a red and black checkered pattern throughout, with a large white pearl at every check intersection. There are pieces of tulle from his dress connected to his wrists by thick forearm bands, also with the red and black checkered pattern — good for showy dancing!

his mask is also based on a harlequin/jester theme, with five protrusions at the top in alternating red-black-red-black-red, and with bells at the ends. the center of his mask is white and fades into the red and black checkered pattern at the sides. 

The Artist — Jester

shout out to the artist for his character development, because the boy’s learned to be okay laughing at himself and at things. He’s going as a jester, so his outfit is semi-formal and semi-flashy (good for distracting ;) ). The left half of his suit is a solid black, while the right half has a checkered pattern of red and black. His suit’s sleeve cuffs spiral out a little, and are gold. His slacks are solid red on the right while adorned with the red and black checkered pattern on the left. 

his mask is similar to the bard’s — the top has five jester-hat-like protrusions, alternating black-red-black-red-black, with bells on the ends. The mask itself, however, is white with little marks of all four card suits. 

The Playwright — Queen of Hearts

The Playwright’s dress harkens back to the animated Alice in Wonderland’s queen of hearts dress. The skirt is nearly identical, with an outer most layer that’s half red and half black, and with chevrons on the inside that alternate black and gold. At the tip of his corset’s waist is a large red rhinestone in the shape of a heart, and across his bodice is a large red heart that stretches from the neckline to the waist. His sleeves? Basically remus’ sleeves. Poofy shoulder parts that pinch in near his elbow, then are flush against his skin to the wrist, and then floof out at the wrist. The sleeves are black with glittery red trims around the wrist floofs and in the creases of the shoulder poofs. 

his mask is actually all rose gold wire-work, in intricate spirals. there’s a crown in the middle, on the top, also made of wire. 

Dragon and Damsel — the Prince and flames

ignore the big doodle on the left — that was for another drawing! 

Dragon’s outfit is fairly simple, he’s just wearing Roman’s usual white princely outfit with the gold trims, red sash, black boots, etc. The main difference is that his crest has been replaced with Dragon’s part of the crest, which is just the castle’s outer towers and wall. 

Damsel on the other hand is wearing a ball gown. His corset has a tall behind-head-neck-thing-whose-name-ive-forgotten, taller than his head with orange and red detailing shaped like flames. The corset has stiff gold shoulder pads that actually prevent him from lifting his arms high, and the body itself is detailed with sequins and rhinestones that mimic the red sash. There’s a little bit of rolled up red tulle at his waist, and then the gown. The first two layers are kind of torn up and in tatters (almost as though they’d been physically torn and then burned) and are colored orange, then red, and the inner most visible layer is a dark ashy grey. His eye, usually covered in a bandage, is patched over with a red rose. 

neither of them have masks, but the damsel has a red veil (not in the picture). they want to be seen and identified. 

no taglist bc uhhhh idk if y’all wanna see this (its not writing?? ) 

#chivalry au #art #my art #logan #patton #roman #deceit #: ^ ) #let the games begin #tldr i can physically visualize these outfits and if i have to see them in my mind's eye then you have to too asdlkhsadlfkgh #Join Me in making masquerade outfits

[seoulsoul7]

First Half

@jeongguukks here goes the first part Queen: 

1. when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? 

-I have more milk than cereal 

2. do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? 

- I SURE DO. I love the cold :)

3. what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

-either a pen, pencil, or the remote 

4.  how do you take your coffee/tea?

-I don’t like coffee or tea 

5. are you self-conscious of your smile?

-yes 

6. do you keep plants?

-no

7. do you name your plants?

-no, but if I kept them I would

8. what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

-mixing paint to create new colors relaxes me 

9. do you like singing/humming to yourself?

-yes 

10. do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

-I sleep on my back and stomach 

11. what's an inner joke you have with your friends?

-I need my deposit back!

12. what's your favorite planet?

-Neptune

13. what's something that made you smile today?

-seeing the notification for the new BTS Run episode

14. if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

-a mixture of creme and dark colors. big window to see out into the night sky, creme colored kitchen, warm color for the bathroom, pretty artworks on the walls, and bookshelves 

15. go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! 

-weird space fact: Titan has a liquid cycle, but it's definitely not water

16. what's your favorite pasta dish?

-Baked Ziti

17. what color do you really want to dye your hair? 

-dark grey (I'd probably look so crazy if I did) 

18. tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

-my friend and I were fangirling about BTS and people were looking at us like we were crazy. Every time we get hype and excited about the boys, we bring up the memory

19. do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

-yes. I keep an anime journal. I write all the anime shows I've watched and the ones I'm watching. I write the day I start and finish them, along with the episodes I like from them. 

20. what's your favorite eye color?

-dark brown almost black (I have a thing for eyes that look black)  

21. talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

-my coach side bag. My aunt gave it to me when I started high school and, surprisingly, it’s still in good condition. I'm not really a bag or purse person but I love that thing. 

22. are you a morning person?

-no 

23. what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

-lay around in my oversized shirts 

24.  is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

-yes

25. what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? 

-I’ve never broken into anything

26. what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

-my converse (all I wear really) 

27. what's your favorite bubblegum flavor?

-Bubblicious Blue Blowout or Paradise Punch

28. sunrise or sunset?

-sunset

29. what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

-dance around when she thinks no one is looking or watching her

30. think of it: have you ever been truly scared? 

-yes 

31. what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

-socks are cute. I don't sleep with socks. I don’t like white socks (me and the color white aren't friends all that much) I wear black socks or socks with cute patterns on them. 

32. tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

-I had a sleepover. We stayed up and laughed the whole night away. After 3AM, we thought the plant in the corner was an actual person and when we realized is wasn't, we laughed until we cried. 

33. what's your fave pastry?

-Hostess Coffee Cakes, Cinnamon Streusel 

34. tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

-my parents got me my first teddy bear when I was 2 years old. His name is Bubba. He has a flashlight in his left hand and he wears a red onesie, has a brown nose, and grey hair. Yes I still have him :)

35. do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

-I don’t like pens (I write terrible with them) 

36. which band's sound would fit your mood right now?

-Mint Condition 

37. do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

-I try to keep it clean 

38. tell us about your pet peeves! 

- too many to name but my biggest one is: driving behind trucks. That irks me.  

39. what color do you wear the most?

-black 

40. think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?

-I have a birthstone necklace that my dad got for me for one of my birthdays. Yes, it has a lot of meaning to me. the lady that made it for me personalized my initials into it

41. what's the last book you remember really, really loving?

-A Moment of silence: Midnight III by Sister Souljha 

42. do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

-I don’t go to coffee shops

43. who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

-my little cousin

44. when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

-before school started 

45. do you trust your instincts a lot?

-yes 

46. tell us the worst pun you can think of. 

- Isn’t eating a clock time consuming 

47. what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

-seafood

48. what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

-my biggest fear as a kid was spiders. it is the same today (I have a deep fear of those things)

49. do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

-I do but I rarely buy them. The last one I bought was “BTS Love Yourself: Her”

50. what's an odd thing you collect?

-oversized shirts 

#I hope you liked the first half

[sakura-soldier]

Barry Madison - Avengers OC Uniform

Ok, it's been 1 year since I've drawn and uploaded an Avengers uniform design for Tracey. Fast-forward to January 2016, I found myself having an urge to draw her twin brother, Barry in HIS new Avengers uniform. He was originally a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, but he and his fraternal twin sister ended up joining the Avengers sometime after the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier (he's also part of the Winter Is Ending series, written by @winter-is-ending/Singer of Water). Back in S.H.I.E.L.D, he was simply known as "Agent Madison", but then a couple years later (read "The Fireman" by Just A Little Birdy on fanfiction.net to understand this pic: www.fanfiction.net/s/11575901/…), he discovered a flamethrower gun during a mission, which originally belonged to one of those cliched mad scientists, and had to use it to fight a monster. Because of this, the internet and the Avengers (much to Barry's suffering) originally called him Fireman, but then Tracey hacked into social media and she christened him with the superhero name Firebrand instead.

Weird thing was, I tried starting this drawing back in January 2016, but that time, I was struggling with how his uniform was supposed to look like AND I got swamped over by homework and stuff, resulting in a huge-ass case of artist's blocks for months and months, so I only finished part of the lineart until just now (late April 2017-Thursday. May. 11, 2017), when I finally got the inspiration and guts to finish the whole thing (even though sadly, it took me about a few months/1 year-ish to even finish). Also, the WEIRDER thing was that, way back before Just a Little Birdy's story was written, I came up with a DIFFERENT superhero name and power/weapons for Barry; I originally wanted to call him Endgame and I planned to give him special gloves/fingerless gloves (?) that would give him the ability to move objects around in thin air with the help of physical motion/gestures and telekinesis just after leaving a signature imprint on it (inspired by video game logic and abilities). Sadly, I had to start my concept over from scratch, as well as the colour palette a few times as soon as Barry became Firebrand (unless like, I don't know, you wanna see Barry as Endgame, maybe?).

So for this outfit, I wanted to give off some kind of connection to Barry's original job as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, but since he's an Avenger now (with a new alias, too), I wanted him to prove that he is more independent, less restrained by militaristic or spy rules, and have a sense of freedom and individuality, but still connected to the organization he previously (currently?) worked in. The difficult part though, was to not make it super flashy, let alone make it super obvious that his flamethrower-like gun/fire was his weapon (think Johnny Storm's powers/Fantastic 4 uniform, flame-patterned fabrics and clothing, warm colours like red, orange, yellow, etc..); otherwise, it would make him a bigger target for the enemy to attack or notice him. For Barry's uniform, his jacket (don't worry, he's wearing a short-sleeved top underneath) and leggings could be connected together with tiny metal hooks hooking inside the jacket and legging's waistline, as if it looks like a bodyglove/jumpsuit, but it can appear as separate clothing items as well. They are charcoal black (although slightly lighter) and slightly distressed with a bit of a metallic sheen underneath (you know how some leather clothing would have have shiny, iridescent, metallic layers underneath the original black, brown, or gray colour; it's kinda like that), but it's not too obvious. Believe it or not, the jacket was actually based on a black trench coat I owned, which has a high collar like the one Barry's sporting. The collar flaps, as you can see, can be laid flat like the ones from a leather jacket, rolled up to his neck like a turtleneck or scarf for warmth, or even pulled up to cover the lower half of his face like a mask or scarf for warmth, concealing his identity, or (if Stark Industries or other technology allows it) even acting like a gas mask of some kind. The jacket buttons are bright blue, but they could also be navy blue, silver, or black either in plain or the Avengers logo. There's even a darker black pocket on his left side for extra storage, which I got the idea from after randomly discovering a jean pocket from a denim bag I saw on tumblr. :P Since Barry and Tracey are fraternal twin brother and sister, I wanted to create a few similarities and indications that can imply that Barry's related to Tracey (the two uniforms have slightly loose yet form-fitting jacket, tight leggings, the asymmetrical zipper on Barry's right and Tracey's left, the buckles on Barry's left shoulder/his left and Tracey's right shoulder/her right that are inspired by asymmetrical leather jackets and Bucky's Howling Commando's jacket, belt shape, usage of fingerless gloves, and ankle boots), but it's also easy to tell that they're mostly different (by colour schemes, abilities/strengths/skills/themes, button and belt colours, zipper and buckle positions, silhouettes, belt structure, separate vs. attachment pieces, and shades of black in the leather).

The leggings should provide mobility and freedom to move around (and to give Darcy some secret eye-candy, mmm~), while his simple black ankle boots have flat soles, rather than ones with heels, laces, or buckles, so that they're easy to put on. There's a holster with a pouch on his right left while his belt design is actually inspired by chain belts and this ribbon-like version Dan Kuso from Bakugan: New Vestroia wore as his New Vestroia/Vestal outfit (you're gonna have to look him up though, to get the idea); the "chain" is more of a decoration than anything, but it can be attached or detached from the actual belt depending on what Barry's comfortable with. The fingerless gloves are two separate versions; the "outer" layer is technically part of the jacket is based on atheltic stretch tops, running shirts, oversized sleeves, and Quicksilver's/Pietro's (Age of Ultron version)'s blue Under Armor top, while the inner layer is a dark, inky black and they're actual fingerless gloves underneath, which can be worn together or separately for protection and to keep his palms warm.

Now, the most unique part about Barry's uniform are the flame designs that run down from his shoulders to barely touching his hands, from his outer thighs to his ankles. They don't seem too significant at first, UNTIL you actually look at them more closely. At first glance, people might perceive them as normal swirls, but really, they're stylistic designs of flames (ok, I struggled with drawing actual flames for his drawing that doesn't too obvious, is small enough for the size, AND easier to tell that it's fire, so I experimented with swirls and curves like I did with Tracey's hair and ended up creating my own flame designs, which looks really cool). As for the colours, you'd be surprised at how colourful they looked; depending on how Barry moves around, the lighting, angles, or even his emotions, either the entire designs or the individual flames can change colour, which can vary from blues, whites, traditional fire colours of red, orange, and yellow, or even unusual colours like purple, pink, gold, or green. But why those colours? Well, basically, they represent the physical states of fire, which can change into different colours depending on the chemical compositions of burning material, immediate reaction products, chemicals, and temperature. I recommend looking this up to have a better understanding of flame colours and temperatures: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flame. They also reflect the temperment and unpredictability of Barry's personality inside and outside of his missions. Also, the colours COULD also act like a mood ring, in which the flame colours can change and reflect depending on his emotions and mental state. BUT if Tony Stark, S.H.I.E.L.D, or other kinds of technology could make this possible, then the flame designs would also emit and/or reflect heat to keep himself and other people warm, could light up a dark room like reflective tape/glow-in-the-dark clothes and paint/reflective elements like in Pietro's shirt, AND/OR if Barry got manhandled/grabbed/physically in contact with the enemy (human, monster, robots, or otherwise), he can either unleash his anger as a trigger (like how Bruce turns into the Hulk) or use hidden buttons inside his uniform to make himself burst into actual flames that come out via the flame designs to burn or melt the enemy/enemies, but can be cooled off by self-control/calmness/non-angry feelings or the hidden buttons so that they won't burn his actual clothing. Either of the following options depend on @winter-is-ending/Singer of Water and her choices for future stories.

I also managed to provide colour palettes for the overall outfit and the flames (sorry if some parts are cropped up though; I think my parents cut off part of it with Photoshop without telling me -__-), and I tried to practice the jacket collar in two variations (though it's actually three) and Barry's hair with several headshots. The front view made him look like Finnick Odair (or maybe that's just me?) while everything else is either sticky-uppy or loosy and shaggy. (BARRY MADISON, YOUR HAIR IS AN ABOMINATION!!!! NAH, JK, I LOVE YOU EVEN IF YOU HAVE HARD-TO-DRAW HAIR, BRO.) The materials I used were pencil crayons, two different types of pens, a thin fineliner, and a hint of eraser. It took longer to draw Barry compared to Tracey and I had to improve and reinvent a lot of stuff compared to what I originally planned, but I liked the results so far and I hope Mel would like it. *^^*

deviantArt version: http://artist-cupid.deviantart.com/art/Barry-Madison-Avengers-OC-Uniform-Design-680500893?ga_submit_new=10%3A1494763216&ga_type=edit&ga_changes=1&ga_recent=1

Drawing and uniform concept design belongs to me, @sakura-soldier.

Barry Madison/Firebrand belongs to @winter-is-ending/@the-melapedes-main-blog (also known as Singer of Water.

Please don't use my drawing or uniform design without my permission first, thank you.

#my art #fanart #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #gift pic #someone's oc #avengers oc #barry madison #mcu oc

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The suits headcannons are 😩😩🙌🙌WOBDERFUL!! LLIKE SERIOUSLY, THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED THEM WITH SUITS IS JUST 🙏praissee. Please do continue them!!! Possibly terushima, futakuchi, noya, and tanaka?? THANK YOU SOM MUCH

Sure! And I see you have a type. ;3 Bonus Ushijima and Tendou for you.

[The original suits headcanon here]

Terushima.

Three-piece, a brown so impossibly dark that under the wrong lighting it’s almost certainly black. Notch lapel and two buttoned, his jacket’s loose and open on top of a pristine white shirt. The kickers are his tie and accessories- a rich, metallic dark gold with matching watch chain and pocket square, highlighting his bronzed skin and blonde undercut. A pair of simple cap toe derbies finish the look.

You see, he knows, that you’d expect him to wear something flashy to match his personality and his wicked tongue piercing, but he also knows that he looks like an oasis in a desert in black and gold.

He does indulge his flashy side with his surprisingly smart-casual array of clothes- another formal favourite of his is a black and white checkered jacket on top of a simple black turtleneck with black pants and shoes.

He’s a naturally slim person, but his suits are structured to give him the confidence to match his smirk. Pants slim fitted to shape around his sleek calves, it makes him look miles tall.

His hair, when he actually tries, is slicked back firmer than usual, and there are absolutely no wisps of hair blocking the sinful expression he shoots at you.

Playing with his cuffs when he’s bored just doesn’t kick it for him. He prefers to rest his weight on one leg and slide the tips of his fingers into his pant pockets cockily.

He’s always the first one to get asked to dance, with his rough undercut and slick outfit, and boy are they all surprised because this man, despite looking like a million dollars, dances like he’s earning his keep dollar by dollar.

Give him a pole. Give him a fucking pole, and you’ll be going home a few items of clothing short tonight.

Futakuchi.

A deep metallic blue two-buttoned jacket and matching slim-fit pants. Hugging his shoulders and waist that gives him a streamline appeal, it’s matched with a light blue/almost white shirt with a gradient, metallic charcoal tie. A pair of one piece oxfords with a slight split toe completes this.

This metallic combo makes him look effortlessly slim, and flashy enough that it brings out his wide, closed-eyed smile. Just the right balance of guy-next-door with I’m-going-to-snatch-your-attention.

Sure, he could have gone with something that makes him look older, but honestly, this is his selling point. His youth gravitates.

His usual split-side hairstyle is turned into something completely different- a messy set of bangs framing his oval face and mousse whipping his hair into soft, organized chaos.

It makes him look a year or two older, and at least a few degrees more chill. He’s the guy you bring home and even your parents fall in love with his easy going grin.

It’s not entirely a lie, but all that softness goes away the moment he takes the suit off, and it’s all rough play from there on.

Strangely enough, for someone who actually knows his way around the bespoke section quite well, he’s only got two sets of formal clothing. He likes looking a hundred, but events and parties aren’t really his thing.

(It’s a bit weird to wear suits at a goukon, he thinks.)

Undoubtedly, though, when he really tries, he’s got the wickedest sense of fashion out of them all.

Nishinoya.

Jet black, velvet suit. Jacket and pants both incredibly well fitted against his small figure, it prevents the potential bulkiness that the texture of velvet brings, making him look at least half a foot taller than he actually is. Underneath is a gently striped, grey shirt and a regular black tie with a slight reflective tinge to balance out the matte. Finished with a medium heel, reflective black, double monk strap shoes.

The thing about Noya is that he has absolutely no chill. Always original, always true to himself- this goes one step beyond. He doesn’t just settle for something that represents his character, he chooses something exceptional because that’s what he does.

Nobody expects velvet, especially not on someone his height, but one look at him and you know there’s nobody else in the room with enough confidence to pull this level of sophistication off.

The taper and the single, thin jacket vent at the back brings him to godly levels of ease and slimness. Pushing his muscled corners and edges into one smooth shape, the slim cut of this entire piece crystallizes the aura around him.

You’re also in luck, because his hair, usually at defiant peaks, is let down loose. There’s barely any product in his hair, and it’s left soft and framing his face however it wants to.

It settles for curling a little around his ears but otherwise straight, and it cuts a streamline picture of him.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t dance much. He does tap his heel to the beat when he feels particularly in the mood, but he spends most of his time catching up with his friends and occasionally, giving his fangirls a cocky grin.

Tanaka.

A soft, smooth charcoal/black jacket and matching pants, they’re both structured and giving him and edge to his build, which makes him slightly larger. The jacket is lined with a medium grey that peeks out the inner edge of his lapels, and the matching waistcoat is a thin-striped black and grey with a white shirt underneath. A slightly silver tie highlights the set, and a pair of traditional cap toe derbies in black completes this.

When he’s not busy pretending to be his own girlfriend, this man is a class act. Slightly flashier than Daichi’s traditional, this look elevates his gentle nature to new heights.

He’s by no means more inclined to use his inside voice with a suit on, but all people get sucked in when he smiles, and he honestly looks like a saint.

Why a three-piece? He actually has no idea, because Tanaka has never checked out fashion in his life. However, Saeko had gone shopping with him, and because this is probably the one and only set of formal clothes he’ll ever have, they splurged big time on a tailored set.

The funny thing is that this guy doesn’t even really know what effect he has on people after wearing this stuff. Everybody gets shocked stiff seeing him walk into the room with such calm, and he just goes ‘what???’

At least he doesn’t have to style his hair.

This guy is literally the opposite of Noya when it comes to social parties. He’s utterly, entirely himself and he’s the first one on the dance floor (regardless of whether or not someone asks him) and the last one off, bobbing to the beat and fist pumping all night.

He tried jumping onto the DJ stage once to take over, and that did not go well when he refused to stop after the third song.

Bonus!

Ushijima.

White, two-button jacket on white shirt. Pristine black slacks loose enough to give him the balance he needs for his upper body but tight enough to hug him well are part three of this timeless tuxedo look. With only the first button done up and a full black bow-tie, a pair of cap toe chelsea boots finish the look.

Not a particularly fashion-adventurous man, he sticks to what he knows, and boy does this suit him well. Firm and eye-catching, the white gives him the illusion of bulk (which he’s got plenty of from exercise), and put together with his formidable height, he looks like a towering noble with his stern expression.

He’s actually the only one in the room to try out this timeless look, and he’s alike a man fresh from an evening of fine dining and stepping into a casino.

His hair, with assistance, is slicked back tightly against his scalp, with the exception of a few licks of hair that escape and graze his eyebrows, giving him a slightly less austere feel.

This also, is his only set of formal clothes, as he usually prefers to wear things that are practical for volleyball or jogging.

This suit was pretty much a team effort on Shiratorizawa’s part because of how little he cared about finding something that fitted him.

He paints a more foreboding image when he takes large, striding steps rather than multiple, smaller ones across the room, and there’s a soft gust of wind when he passes.

There aren’t many people who ask him to dance, so he situates a small drink in his hand and drifts around greeting old friends.

It’s not that nobody’s interested in him, but he’s really not aware that he looks so impossibly untouchable with that impenetrable aura. All the girls just huddle and watch him from afar.

Tendou.

He’s sporting a single-button, black and purple geometric squared jacket. The solid black lapel is perched low, matching the strips of black around the cuff of the jacket. Paired with slim black slacks and a regular white shirt underneath, he’s at least opted for a slim fitting bow-tie that complements the flat geometric pattern. Plain toe chelsea boots round up the suit.

You gotta hand it to him, he controlled his urge to actually blind everyone out of amusement and chose something that flattered his body within the realms of reason.

He was thiiis close to picking something either bright green, or bright purple. Then someone pointed out to him that looking like the Joker at a party would not be a good thing.

This combination makes him look extremely well put together, tall and endlessly confident to pull off such a proud print with a rare colour.

Although slim fitting, it’s not the most shapely hue, but the dips of his waist creates enough shadows that it slims his waist down so that he’s an impressive slight hourglass streamline.

His long, spiked hair is left down, and most certainly not slicked back. It lies softly against his neck, with the longer sections to either side of his head tied up in a small pony-tail/bun at the back of his head.

Nobody has ever seen this hair on him before. Nobody expected to either, so it was a lot of dropped jaws.

As crazy as he can be sometimes, he’s remarkably calm and well behaved being surrounded by a lot of people, and although he prefers not to dance, he does spend most of the evening entertaining as many small chit-chats with the ladies that approach him.

#terushima yuuji #futakuchi kenji #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #ushijima wakatoshi #tendou satori #headcanon #sfw #suits #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #i writes the haikyuu

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My goodness.  I am so glad I decided to take the plunge and take part in this year’s Winter 10×10 Challenge hosted by lovely and stylish bloggers StyleBee & Un-fancy.  What an amazing experience this has been.  Today I’ll be giving a little recap of the Winter 10×10 Challenge so get ready!  If it’s your first time here, the 10×10 Challenge is all about picking ten items, styling them ten different ways, and wearing those looks for ten days! It’s main purpose is to help you get reacquainted with the clothes you already have, creating more with less, and learning about yourself & your personal style in the process.  It’s a difficult feat, and I feel very tired but equally accomplished that I completed all ten days and documented each day here on this blog.

 (PS: I know I’ve taken a few steps in a different direction with my blog, but I like where I’m  going and I want to see where it takes me)

Here’s how I’ll be organizing this post:

-Ten pieces

-Ten Looks (inner and outer wear)

-Favorites & Least Favorites

-Take Aways

-What I’ve learned

Ten Pieces

From left to right: H&M oversized sweater, Uniqlo grey work pants, GU jumpsuit, Uniqlo blue coat , Lowry’s Farm “Mens” shoes, Uniqlo black circle skirt, Uniqlo striped box shirt , Uniqlo white half button blouse, Green box shirt, & Black winter boots

(Unfortunately, all of these items are either from previous seasons, or from years before so I am unable to link any of the items I used for this challenge)

Ten Looks

  Favorites

Left: I loved the outerwear version of this outfit.  I had said earlier that I didn’t like how the green box shirt was a bit too tight over the jumpsuit but I think the jacket goes over it all very nicely.  I really just love how casual yet put together this outfit makes me look / feel, especially with the hat.  Right: Another favorite.  I think I can already tell I’m very much drawn to the wide leg pants here (which were actually my jumpsuit).  I love how slouchy and relaxed this look is and it was my very first look of the challenge!

Least Favorite

Yep, this one was my least favorite and it made me feel uncomfortable and self conscious all day. I had mentioned before that I didn’t like how my belly roll and mid section were so obvious here.  I think I’ve learned that when I style this circle skirt it looks so much better with a shirt layered over it.  And in general, I don’t like things that are too tight around the belly.

Take Aways

The main purpose of this challenge as Style Bee eloquently puts is to “get more out of your closet, save some money and dig deeper into your personal style”.  I really believe that I’ve taken all of that plus more from participating in this challenge.

I feel much better about what I already have and found new appreciation for my clothes.  I have a ton of simple pieces which makes it pretty easy to mix and match and create a bunch of different, fun and interesting outfits.  I feel like my whole closet is brand new after taking a ten day break. It’s so refreshing!  It’s honestly so amazing to crave a piece of clothing you already own instead of the having to deal with thoughts of what you’ll buy next or what is on your wishlist of your favorite store, or “If only I had ____ item, this outfit would look better” (<–confessions of a shopaholic–>).  I have a bit of an issue with shopping, so I feel like this was a perfect challenge for me.  I haven’t even had much thought to buy anything for myself when I go out, and I find myself thinking much more critically about how something I see in a store would flatter my body, or if the shape works for me.  I feel like as much as I don’t like to admit it, I’ve found my personal style to be very simple and I’m not sure if I like it or not…but it looks good on me and I feel confident in the clothes I’ve worn for this challenge. A quick side note, I did have to style my 10 pieces around work, so I had to make everything very “teacher/school friendly” which at first felt like it would take over my personal style but actually,  I realize most of my clothes are like that anyways. >.>

Thing’s I’ve Learned

I’ve realized a few things, first….I HAVE ONLY / MOSTLY UNIQLO.  Is this a bad thing?  I’m not sure.  Although I haven’t put too much research into the brand (which I really should), I’m afraid my love for Uniqlo will shatter when I find out that their products are probably not made ethically.  I try and reason this bad aspect with the fact that all their clothes tend to last over two seasons or more (so kind of sustainable) and everything is really versatile.

I’ve learned that I cannot tuck too many layers into skirts or pants as I am a bit conscious of my middle area.  Something I know I shouldn’t be so fussed about but it’s a work in progress.  Instead, I want to learn to work around it for now.

I’ve learned that I tend to steer clear from bright colors, bold patterns, and heavy accessories. My Winter 10×10 colors were on the darker side: blue, white, dark green, black, and grey (with some choice reds).

I’ve learned that good hair and makeup can really make my simple outfits look much nicer and make me feel cute, happy, and confident.

I’ve learned how to take pictures…or at least take better pictures of myself, which is a great accomplishment and honestly it makes my blog posts look way better! Huzzah!

And I’ve learned that the 10×10 Challenge community has been growing and I am so thankful for all the amazing ladies I’ve been able to interact with.  It’s such a treat to see such inspiring and thoughtful people out there.  I felt like I was never alone in this challenge and got some great support and ideas from the 10×10 feed on Instagram as well as my friends who had been reading my posts from day one.  So thank you ladies <3

It feels so great but also bittersweet to be closing my final blog post for the 2017 Winter 10×10 Challenge.  I am very much looking forward to the Spring 10×10 Challenge and will be blogging about it here in the near future.  I’ll be getting back to some Japan life blogging and because I enjoyed blogging about my personal fashion feats, I think I’ll be posting outfit(s) of the week here and there when I have time!  I already am bursting at the seams with so many ideas for this blog.  I feel very refreshed and ready to take this year on!

Thank you for reading!

  Winter 10 x 10 Recap My goodness.  I am so glad I decided to take the plunge and take part in this year's Winter 10x10 Challenge hosted by lovely and stylish bloggers 

#capsule #capsule wardrobe #capsules #GU #japan blogger #japanese fashion #minimal #minimal life #recap #reflection #simple #simple fashion #style challenge #stylebee10x10 #teacher fashion #Uniqlo #winter fashion #winter wear #winter10x10challenge

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The Crime Circle by Yeyet Soriano (Blog Tour)

Four stories/arcs make up a circle, where the lines are blurred between victim and perpetrator, between innocent bystander and involved participant, and between right and wrong.

The Crime Circle print versions (local through POD and international through Amazon CreateSpace) were released on March 24, 2018. The novella 3B4U (TCC #1) was also released at the same time as an ebook on Amazon. The other novellas are planned for release as follows:

 Release Dates

(TCC #2) Lost - May 31, 2018

(TCC #3) Climb - August 2018

(TCC #4) Breathe - October 2018

bitly.com/TCC-print  → The Crime Circle local print order form

bitly.com/TCC-print-I  → International (CreateSpace)

bitly.com/TCC-3B4U  → ebook TCC #1 3B4U (Amazon)

bitly.com/TCC-Lost  → ebook TCC #2 Lost (Amazon)

bitly.com/TCC-GR → The Crime Circle in Goodreads

bitly.com/TCC-3B4U-GR → TCC #1 3B4U in Goodreads

bitly.com/TCC-Lost-GR → TCC #2 Lost in Goodreads

EXCERPTS:

3B4U David Roces is the front man of Baliw, one of the biggest rock bands in 90’s Manila. He is young, talented, driven, and extremely popular. He also just received an anonymous letter with newspaper clippings saying, “There’ll be 3B4U.”  And then the front men of other bands start dying.

Blackout.     1-2-3.     A steady drumbeat pierced through the din of voices and suddenly everyone in the dark, cramped room was silent.     A seemingly bizarre bass guitar riff floated through the smoke-filled air, and people started moving, slowly but deliberately.     A rhythm guitar joined the fray, and the energy level of the spectators increased.     A voice, more a musical groan, took up the melody, and the crowd started going wild.     The music slowly reached its climax, and suddenly there was silence.     A single spotlight turned on and focused on a lone figure caressing a sleek black electric guitar. The sounds made by his fingers running across the strings brought the people in the club to a frenzied state. The guitar solo was both powerful and heartrending, the guitarist’s face was covered by a mass of unruly long hair.     Blackout and silence.     The anticipation was palpable. A few seconds more and the music exploded. The lights went on, and a voice pierced through everyone’s consciousness. From that moment, everyone’s focus was centered on the singer, whose voice soared above the music; every word he uttered went straight to the heart. He was taller than normal, lean, wearing a simple white T-shirt, black ripped denims and boots. His eyes were deep-set and expressive, and his mouth was wide, his lips full, but his mop of longish unruly dark brown hair concealed half of his face. Ordinarily, offstage, he was considered almost handsome, but when he was onstage and making his music, he was beautiful.     The crowd went crazy.     Very apt, since the band onstage was named . . . Baliw, the Filipino word for crazy.

Lost Zia is an artist with a lot of inner demons to slay. A victim of rape as a child, her road to recovery has been long and arduous. In fact, she is still on it. But then she starts receiving anonymous emails with links to her old court case. Then she gets an offer of a lifetime any artist would die for. Are they related? Can she ever really escape her dark past and not let it define her?

Trigger warning: this is about a child rape case and the effects on the person when she grew up. There are scenes that pertain to the act itself and this is definitely not for the faint hearted.

The Artist   Zia is a mad woman. Her hair is disheveled, her hands and knees stained with colors. The canvass is on the floor, and she is moving her entire body on the canvass, to distribute the colors in the bizarre pattern that is in her head. There are tools scattered around—brushes, paints, different types of cloth and material, and in the middle of it all, Zia, operating on adrenaline, coffee, and a mad propulsion to let out all her feelings on the canvass.   The painting that is on its way to being created is not for the faint of heart, but neither is it without appeal. It is hauntingly beautiful, and more so because the person creating it is possessed, haunted. Her seemingly random scattering of colors blend in a way that makes the painting more alive. More heartbreaking. More forlorn.   It is sad. Frightening. Magnificent.   After a few hours, Zia collapses just beside the finished painting. She is of the same color as the canvass, and as she remains unmoving, she seems to be an extension of the painting. A spillage.   Many hours later, she wakes up. She had been dreaming. She looks at the canvass beside her and realizes she hadn’t been dreaming. She surveys herself in the mirror, and she doesn’t recognize herself, all covered in paint.   She takes a shower and the paint and dirt and everything else is washed away.   She is clean.   On the outside.   She will never be clean on the inside.

*****

  Another email, this time with no link, just a picture and a screenshot of part of a document. The picture is of a child on a long bench or pew surrounded by important-looking people, inside what looks like a courtroom. The child is playing with a Barbie doll while eating what looks like a pack of biscuits.   The document screenshot underneath the photo had portions blacked out.   "That sometime on the _____ week of _______________, ______, at ______________, Barangay __________________________, Municipality of _____________, City of __________________, Philippines and within the jurisdiction of this Honorable Court, the abovenamed accused, by means of force and intimidation, did then and there wilfully, unlawfully and feloniously lie with and have carnal knowledge with ____________________________________, a six (6) year old minor, against her will and consent.   Contrary to law."   Notwithstanding the misspelling and wrong tenses, it should hurt, but it really doesn’t anymore. I am numb. Even with the details blacked out, I know what the words would say. How can I not?   I know the name of the child in the picture. Elizabeth F. Henson.   The child in the picture is me.   The case is of my rape when I was six years old by my next-door neighbor.   No wonder I’m screwed up, right?   Whoever sent this email wants me to be flustered.   But I am not.   So, whoever you are, bring it on.   Nothing more can hurt me.   The bastard who raped me made sure of that.   My own family made sure of that.

Climb Pablo is an IT practitioner by day and an erotic fiction writer by night. He is also an information broker, responsible for the recent heists in different executive subdivisions. He suddenly develops a conscience, but he knows his policeman contact will not take kindly to this very lucrative venture ending abruptly. So what can Pablo do? And will the friendly neighborhood sari-sari store owner with a checkered past and his tall, dark and sexy Law student niece be instrumental in helping him out?

Note: This has a high heat level written in the POV of a male erotic writer.

“Qing bu yao shang hai wo men! Bu yao shang hai wo men de hai zi!”     I motioned to her to keep quiet, to keep her toddler boy close to her. I couldn’t understand what she was saying, but I was sure that she was pleading for me not to hurt them. The look of fear is universal. She embraced him with her arms, and that’s how they were when I tied her hands.     “Which room has a sturdy lock?” I asked.     “Zhu wo shi wei sheng jian,” she whispered. She must not have realized that she was speaking a language I could not understand. Stress and fear made people do strange things, because I was sure she could speak perfect English and Filipino.     “I don’t understand,” I said, shaking my head.     “The master’s bathroom.” Her English was impeccable. She motioned with her head and eyes toward the said room.     I heard the others ransacking the other rooms.     “Quickly!” I led them to the bathroom. There was a large tub. Oh boy.     “Lock the door, get in the tub, and don’t make a sound. Don’t open the door unless you know who it is. Don’t open it even for me.”     “Xie xie,” she whispered.     I understood that she was thanking me, even if I didn’t understand the words she uttered. I felt like a cad. She was looking at me like I was saving her life, when it was my fault that their house was being robbed. My fucking fault.

*****     There had been a series of home burglaries in the executive subdivision where the Chinese mom lived. The village was huge, situated over three big local areas—Pasig, Cainta, and Taytay. There had been speculations as to who were involved. People said the police were involved. Some said the burglars were residents.     They’re almost correct. There is a policeman involved, some hired muscle, and yes, a resident—me.     I’m no mastermind. I am no longer sure why I am still involved. Okay, I know why.     I do it to be accepted.     I am an information broker. You can’t imagine how much information can be had from different sources that we don’t know can actually make us very vulnerable.     First, there is Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, LinkedIn, Snapchat, and other social media platforms. The amount of information you can get about someone from the internet is actually insane, if you know how to consolidate and use it.     Next, there are the people we usually let into our homes without a second thought. People who can be asked to divulge information without them even knowing it. The maids, the electricians, the plumbers, the construction workers, the guys who deliver the mineral water and gas, the men who deliver and pick up party tables and chairs, the home service masseuses, and even the tutors.     If you have a way to get specific pieces of information from all these sources and know how to weave them together, then you get enough to stage a burglary.     Take the pretty Chinese mother, for example. A construction guy known for being a tsimay killer (or someone who likes getting pretty, young house help as his girlfriends) is in my payroll, to an extent. We would hang out for drinks after he does some work on my house, and I just let him talk. I make prodding follow-ups, and on his fourth shot, he would basically tell me anything. Sometimes, I can ask him to date a maid and transmit to me what he finds out. What he knows is that I am a writer, and I need lots of material. He never questioned my motives for the questions.     From him, I found out (courtesy of a not-so-young-but-still-single nanny) that the beautiful woman’s husband was a prominent businessman who had lots of cash lying around the house toward the end of the month. He also liked his gadgets and toys and has a state-of-the-art entertainment center. The maid bragged that when the family is out, she would watch her favorite noontime show on the big-ass screen with surround sound. From her too came the schedules of his frequent out-of-town trips. She was also too glad to share that she was happy not to have to clean up after any house dogs, and that she usually cleans the garage on the dot at 5 PM, opening the gate to let the garbage out.     I should have told the beautiful woman to fire her blabbermouth maid.

Breathe Rachel is a horror fiction writer known for her dark and disturbing stories, but she doesn’t look it in her bright summer dresses and perennial smile. She tries her hand at writing a true-to-life crime story from her past and in the process, discovers that she was never just an innocent bystander but an integral part of the story. Can a wizened crime novelist join forces with an elegant psychiatrist to help unravel Rachel’s past in order to save her future?

Trigger Warning: This has some themes of child abuse—physical, emotional and psychological—as well as crimes of passion, police brutality, and suicide.

The Monster     “Mom, you’ve got to believe me! There’s a monster inside the closet!”     “Liam! For the thousandth time, there is no monster in your closet! You should stop watching those horror cartoons and playing those stupid games on your tablet!”     “But Mom!”     “Go to sleep! I have an early conference tomorrow, and I need to prepare!”     Liam’s mom tucked him in and hurriedly kissed his forehead. She left the door open a bit, but she forgot to turn on the night light before she left.     Liam sighed. He switched on his night light and waited. He had made up his mind. This had been his mother’s last chance. And she had blown it.     Liam stared at the door of the closet intently. He tried to still his breathing, because he had to be prepared to go through his plan. It was the only way he could be free.     The closet door opened a fraction of an inch. Liam had to rub his eyes, because he wasn’t sure whether it was just his imagination or if there was really something there. Some part of him wanted to suddenly confirm that he was really just imagining everything, like what his mother said.     But then the door opened another inch. And when it was opened around six inches, it stopped. Liam knew from experience that it would take a few more minutes before the door opened wider and the monster appeared and his nightmare would begin. He had only a few minutes.     He took the glass of water on his bedside table, drank a few gulps, and then screamed at the top of his lungs.     As always, it took his mother a few minutes before she stomped into his room, irritation on her face.     “Liam! I swear! You are just doing this to annoy me! I need my sleep! I don’t need your drama tonight!”     “Mom, I am seven years old. Couldn’t it be possible that I screamed because I really am scared and I just need my mother? You are still my mother, right? Not just someone who looks at me like a burden?”     Liam’s mother couldn’t speak. She stared at the little boy that used to mean the world to her. The little boy that she loved to death, and for a moment, she almost went to him to embrace him, sorry that she had been short with him the past couple of weeks.     She had been struggling to make ends meet. The separation from Liam’s father had taken a toll on her, and she just didn’t have time to coddle a troublesome little boy at this point in time. So instead of softening, she hardened and said the words that sealed her fate.     “Do you blame me for looking at you like a burden? You have done nothing but try to make me believe this far-fetched lie about a monster in your closet. Liam, we have to face reality. We no longer live the perfect life. The sooner you realize that the better. I am trying my best!”     “Mom, I’m seven. I don’t have to face reality just yet. But you do.”     Liam’s mother looked at the steely resolve of her son, dressed in his Transformers pajamas, tucked under the Marvel superheroes blanket on his bed. He looked at her, not as the innocent seven-year-old boy she was trying to make grow up fast, but as a person that was years beyond his age. And there was something in his eyes.     She heard a loud creak and the closet door to her side opened wide.     “Goodbye, Mom.”     Before she could ask Liam what he meant, she saw something emerge from the closet, something she would not have ever imagined existing in her entire life. This “something” was huge and dark and had lots of teeth. And this something had suddenly taken hold of her and was dragging her into the closet. It was happening so fast, she couldn’t react. She didn’t even have time to scream. She felt the most exquisite pain and then there was blackness as the closet door closed.     The monster will no longer bother Liam, ever again.     Liam stood up, went to the closet, and opened it gently. Inside, he saw the familiar sight of his clothes and toys on the shelves. He smiled, and closed it again, just as gently.     He went back to bed, prepared to have a good night’s sleep, something he has not had for the past weeks. Before he closed his eyes, he whispered some final words to his mom.     “If only you believed me . . .”

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Sixty years of GQ means six decades of amazing clothes. And what you see here is a sampling of the amazing-est: the pieces that have stood the test of time and become modern essentials. If you were to start your wardrobe over from scratch with these 60 pieces, you’d be pretty much set. Because the clothes here are, above all, versatile. They’re classics. They’re the shirts, pants, suits, shoes, hats, rings, watches, and glasses that have defined our point of view since the Eisenhower administration. They’re what you need to look very GQ.If you want to buy these eternally cool pieces—and we're right there with you—you can click here. And if you want to see what inspired us, scroll down to wander through over a half-century of GQ moments that inspired this story in the first place.1. Slip-on Loafers (1965) They’re timeless because they’re versatile. Wear them with socks or no socks. Pants or no pants. (And by “no pants” we mean shorts.)2. Lace-up Wingtips (1986) The businessman’s shoe will be in style as long as there are businessmen.3. The Patch-Pocket Suit (1971) We hadn’t seen this one in a very long time. Then Prada brought it back. And you know how it goes: When Prada does something, so does everyone else.4. A Crocodile Belt (1985) Exotic leather suggests an exotic personality. People will wonder: Just who is that man with a reptile around his waist?5. The Flat Cap (1976) Who knew that the newsboy cap would outlast actual newspapers?6. The Repp Tie (1983) Just as “Bimmer” is an awkwardly spelled slang for your BMW, “repp” is an awkwardly spelled term for the diagonally striped ties worn by men who drive BMWs.7. Banker Pinstripes (1962) A thinly pinstriped suit is still the fastest way to look like money. Whereas a thickly pinstriped suit is the fastest way to look like you should be robbing a bank with a Tommy gun.8. Corduroy (1967) We love cords as the sweet spot between blue jeans and fancy trousers. For a great 1967 reference point, go re-watch Dustin Hoffman wearing corduroy in The Graduate.9. The Tweed Revival (2002) Tweed used to be so dusty and professorial. Then, about 15 years ago, designers started youth-ifying it. And now it looks like this.10. Zany Socks! (2006) Look, we love socks with some personality, but you don’t want to wear them every day. Unless you are the prime minister of Canada, that is. Then you can wear them every day.11. Tough-as-Nails Work Boots (2009) When you buy a pair of these, don’t baby ’em. Maybe even consider the radical notion of wearing them for manual labor. They look better scuffed.12. A Ritzy Dinner Jacket (1958) The next time you have a special occasion, make it feel genuinely special. Pull on the kind of jacket you might’ve worn to see Sam Cooke slay the Copacabana, had you been alive back then.13. A Tuxedo Shirt That Boogies (1968) Whether you do ruffles is up to you (we’re very pro, and so is Ryan Gosling). But definitely don’t shy away from color.14. Pre-Recession Cuff Links (2000) Please don’t let the president be the only man wearing cufflinks right now.15. The Indestructible Tank Watch (1973) Over the years, we’ve always championed wardrobe staples—like rectangular tank watches—that strike a perfect balance. They’re classics, sure. But they also evolve with the times.16. The Varsity Jacket (2010) Maybe you earned your varsity letter in high school and want to relive your glory. Or maybe you never did, and this is your revenge on all the jocks. Either way, there’s a jacket for you.17. Horizontal Chest Stripes (1996) By now you should know that horizontal chest stripes will bulk up your chest faster than any gym membership. They’re also an un-mess-up-able style move.18. A Perfect Camel Coat (1998) Kanye wears one. The old men at your grandpa’s law firm wear one. This is one of those pieces that’s never not in style. Just get one.19. Designer Track Pants (2015) They’ve been athletic staples for years. But it wasn’t until recently that designers figured out how to style them up into streetwear.20. Outlaw Boots (1979) Like anyone who’s seen a Clint Eastwood movie, we love westernwear. Start with boots and then work your way up to snap-button shirts and bolo ties.21. The Air Tie (1995) This may be the easiest style move of all time. The only trick to it is that you need a shirt with the right kind of collar. Basically anything other than a spread will do the trick.22. The Double-Breasted Power Suit (1987) Back in ’87, when Gordon Gekko was giving his “Greed Is Good” speech in a double-breasted suit, no man in America would dare wear such a thing with sneakers—or without a tie. We can’t wait to see how the DB looks in 2047.23. A Swankier Duffel Bag (2016) If you don’t want to be another one of those sad guys in the airport pulling a battered rolly bag, may we suggest a high-end duffel?24. Geezer Sneakers (2012) If you don’t know what geezer sneakers are, ask your dad what he wore when he was your age. Then go find the latest designer riff on those. Trust us, someone out there is still making them.25. The Shearling Coat (1977) It’s warm. So warm. It’s also a flex of epic proportions, because a real shearling is expensive. Then again, so are most things you’ll keep for 30 years.26. Masculine Necklaces (2003) The next time you and your girlfriend pass a jewelry store, pop in and look for the both of you.27. A Sleek Black Racing Watch (2005) Nothing is less badass than whipping out your giant smartphone just to check the time. Wear a real watch. Preferably one made in stealthy black.28. The Henley Shirt (1981) We like them with at least one button undone, the better to show the your manly-ass necklaces (or chest hairs?) you’ve got hiding underneath.29. An Oversize Logo Belt (1970) These things will draw attention to a very particular part of your body. So wear them with corresponding swagger.30. The Autumnal Toggle Coat (1980) Sometimes known as a duffel coat, it’s the official torso warmer of football season.31. A Statement Scarf (1988) By “statement” we do sometimes mean “scarves with writing on them.” But a statement scarf can just as easily be one that makes a statement through its size (usually big) or color (usually bold).32. The Preppy Button-Down Collar (1990) For extra prep points, refer to yours as an OCBD. That stands for Oxford Cloth Button Down, and it’s the kind of shirt that’s de rigueur at country clubs and frat houses.33. Aviators (1974) To stand the test of time, your glasses should look less like Tom Cruise’s in Top Gun and more like Michael Caine’s in...everything.34. The Three-Piece Suit (1978) Three-piece suits are some of the best values in menswear, because while they look polished and professional as a set, you can also pull the pieces apart and wear ’em as separates.35. One-Color Dressing (1994) This trick works with almost any color, but it works best with darks. The closer you get to wearing all orange, the more you’ll look like walking citrus.36. A Softer-Sided Briefcase (1997) Your briefcase should match your work persona: It should be tough and dignified, but also able to stretch and flex as needed.37. Don Draper’s Fedora (1964) We’re not sure whether Mad Men kick-started the menswear revolution or was just along for the ride. But during the show’s run, from 2007 to 2015, a generation of guys learned to care about clothes again—and menswear suddenly began outpacing womenswear in sales.38. The Turtleneck Sweater (1972) All due respect to Steve Jobs, but we’re not into mock turtlenecks—we like the full-on kind that keep you warm all the way up to your chin.39. A Big Plaid Coat (1960) We always say that a coat is the first thing people notice when they see you coming. So make yours count.40. The Military Cap (1993) Piece of advice: Keep the military reference in spirit, but maybe don’t go walking around in some old soldier’s hat that you found at the Army Navy Surplus store.41. A Fur-Collared Jacket (1963) Rebellion never goes out of style, especially if you conjure up your inner Marlon Brando with a leather jacket like this one.42. Rock ’n’ Roll Rings (1959) To paraphrase The Social Network: You know what’s cool? A ring. You know what’s cooler? A billion rings.43. A Minimalist Belt (1991) Fashion nerds (like us!) refer to this style of belt as a D-ring. Feel free to refer to yours as “the kind without the prong.”44. The Checkered Sports Jacket (1966) If we really had to, we could find 365 different ways to wear this jacket and simply never take it off.45. Albino Trousers (2004) White jeans have become a staple. Cosmopolitan and dandyish white trousers are the next level up on the swerve-o-meter.46. A Badass Biker (2001) You do not need to know how to ride a motorcycle to pull one of these off. Though it does always help.47. The Jean Jacket (1999) In these casual times, a good jean jacket is as crucial a piece as anything you own—because you can wear it with, over, or under pretty much everything else in your closet.48. Sweatpants for the Streets (2013) Did you know there was once a time when sweatpants were considered weekend cozywear that should never leave the house? That time seems very long ago.49. The Cleanest White Sneaker (2007) White sneakers should be a part of your footwear arsenal right alongside loafers, brogues, and boots. If you’ve got those four, you’re pretty much set.50. The Floppy Bow Tie (1975) Decade after decade, it never fails: If you want an instant attention grabber and compliment getter, all you gotta do is wrap your neck in a bow.51. The Retro Knit Tie (1992) As ties feel less and less necessary, the ones we want to wear are the ones with a little something extra: not kooky patterns, but interesting textures.52. The Old-School Tie Bar (2008) It does more than hold your tie in place. It holds your look together.53. The Foulard Dress Shirt (1957)—It’s pronounced foo-lard, and it’s what you wear once you’ve already conquered conventional stripes and dots.54. Arms of Steel (1982) A stainless steel watch is a little less precious (literally and figuratively) than gold, with a tough veneer that suggests it’ll keep ticking even longer than you will.55. A Plaid, Plaid, Plaid Suit (1969) Fear not the plaid suit. It’s an attention-grabber if you want it to be. But you can also ask for a “shadow plaid,” something like black on gray, which is subtler and easier to pull off.56. A Year-Round Beanie (2011) When guys started wearing knit caps outside the dead of winter, that’s when the beanie really became a style piece.57. The Puffer Vest (2014) We like it because you can wear it on the slopes…and then keep right on wearing it into town.58. The Beatnik Sweater (1961) What’s a beatnik sweater? If you could imagine wearing it to a smoky Greenwich Village café while grooving on some folk music—and, also, it has a funky pattern all over it—it’s a beatnik sweater.59. Faded Blue Jeans (1989) Most denim fits and washes go in and out of style. This particular blue, though, is as timeless as fashion ever gets.60. Alpine Boots (1984) Even if you don’t wear these to go hiking through Switzerland, you can always tell yourself you’re just not doing that yet.

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chivalry is dead (20)

A/N: BIG YEEHAW HOURS TODAY Y’ALL ITS BALL TIME!!!!!!! AND WE CAN’T HAVE A BALL WITHOUT A PRINCE *stars bawling*

costumes will come in another post bc i. got really excited and then drew them all like, last month (most of them, some were finished last night y e e et)

WARNINGS: remus mention, heist details, wound descriptions, sword mention, scar descriptions, threats of violence, thoughts of dying — alright, im pretty sure that's it, but this chapter has thicc details so if i missed anything pls pls pls lmk

Words: 4550

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MASTERPOST! <– look here!! for the longterm warnings!! including sympathetic Deceit and cursing/swearing!

enjoy !!! <3 <3 <3 ,3 <3 

Deceit really was right, Patton thought while he looked around at the town. His arm was linked around Logan’s as they walked down one of the town’s side streets, from Dr. Picani’s office, and he was taking the time to admire how intricate all of the architecture had gotten. It was intricate and worn and every building seemed unique now, something that he hadn’t realized was missing during their first pass through. 

There were arch ways, bridges between doors on the third floors of buildings. There were seemingly hand-woven canvases shielding some of the streets from the sun and, if Patton squinted hard enough, he could see actual detailed stitching and some stains of age. They passed buildings that had scratches and chisel marks, and Patton could clearly see that it was made from stone bricks that had been painted over. Twice, actually. Once with a very old and faded blue, then with a lighter cream that still let the blue show through in spots where the paint was gone. 

He wondered a little what had caused those spots. Was it because you weren’t supposed to layer house paint? The spots were different sizes — how many memories were made here? 

Patton stumbled, tripping over his thoughts and heels, and leaned more into Logan’s side.

Logan tugged at his arm. “Don’t ponder too hard, Patton,” his voice was soft, hushed to not draw attention.

They’d figured that the best thing to do was to not think about the world around them. Thinking too much about the world and specifically the things that they would affect about it made their focus wander onto fixing those things. Logan would get a headache, Patton would space out, and Deceit would….well, okay, Deceit hadn’t disclosed how and if he’d been affected. But Patton noticed he’d been sweating like a sinner in church, and how his fist would clench every so often, so it was clear that something was happening with Deceit. He didn’t want to force him to talk; honesty wasn’t Deceit’s strong suit.

The four Romans had agreed that that was the smartest decision; none of them nor all of them together were able to limit the Imagination enough. The Playwright had argued that, had Dragon and Damsel known that it was hurting the other Sides, then they would probably all have a unified thought enough to close up the unused worlds. But that would require discussing the entire matter with them, which, as the Thief pointed out, is “pretty fucking useless where they are now.” 

So the focus thing was their current strategy. Patton grinned at Logan. “Thanks for the reminder, Octo-cutie-pie,” he smiled wider as Logan blushed. 

“I–I’m–Octopi is the plural for octopus and there is only one of me,” Logan bit his lip, then patted Patton’s hand gently, “Thank you.”

Patton giggled, snuggling against Logan’s side briefly as they kept walking. They hadn’t actually talked about the whole love thing, hadn’t really established boundaries, but that seemed like a problem for tomorrow. 

Right now, they were all going across town, invitations in hand, to the ball. And, at the very specific right now, Patton was admiring the Playwright and the Artist’s handiwork. They’d worked together to make everyone’s outfits and he’d be a liar if he said they weren’t handsome and beautiful.

Patton himself was themed after a cat — a grey cat, but a cat nonetheless! His dress had a long train for a tail, made of shimmering silver tulle, the same as his poofy sleeves. The skirt went from his waist to the ground, with a built in flair in his corset at the waist. Like, all of it was sparkling, all three tiers of his skirt, which went from grey to black with an inner layer gradient of blue to grey. His favorite part were his gloves, though. Silver for the most part, but with soft circles on his palms and the tips of all his fingers. His own lil’ toe beans! 

Logan’s outfit was one of Patton’s favorites. His was themed after an octopus (“Known for their intelligence,” the Playwright had explained, face bright red as he tied Logan’s necktie into an Eldritch knot) with a dark blue blazer and slacks. He wore a vest that shimmered royal blue, with a white button down underneath. There was a piece of coral in his lapel where a flower would usually go, and his coat tails seemed to spiral in shapes that resembled an octopus’ arms. There were even rhinestone bubble decals on his shoulders, or suckers, if you wanted to interpret it that way. The Artist and the Playwright had a small argument about that.

He was dashing, in summation. Patton leaned his head against Logan’s shoulder. “Who knew the town was so big!” he said. 

“That’s actually on purpose,” the Playwright said from behind them, “It’s actually not so big as the castle is small, using the same foreshortening techniques used at the Disney theme parks to make Cinderella’s castle, or Sleeping Beauty’s castle depending on which park you’re at—”

“I think he means how far Picani’s office is from the castle, God Mod,” the Thief responded.

The Thief and Deceit were walking in front, swords drawn on the chance that they ran into any guards, and so that the Thief could critique Deceit’s sword fighting skills. Surprisingly, he’d taken to the weapon, something about it being good to have at his disposal while dealing with the Others. The Thief offered to make him one once this escapade was over. 

Or maybe it was an excuse for the Thief to keep touching Deceit’s hand. Because that was happening every so often. A lot more often than would be considered normal. 

It wasn’t like Deceit was complaining about the touching. It was more the other way around. The yearning for physical contact was frustrating, but neither of them were going to admit that they wanted to hold hands. Even though they’d confessed to at least caring about each other. 

“Oh,” the Playwright hummed.

“Cheer up, butter cup, I love hearin’ bout the forced perspective! The Disney parks are so~o~o fun,” the Bard sang out. “When’s the next time we get to go to California? Are we making a trip down to Anaheim? Can we PLEASE take a trip down to Anaheim!”

One of his arms was looped around the Playwright’s, while the other was looped around the Artist’s. They had settled on outfits that complemented each other’s, pulling from the same red and black color palette.

The Artist was the only of the trio in a suit, though his outfit could be considered the loudest. Buttoned down the middle with a high collar, half of his shirt was a solid black, while the other half was a diamond checkered pattern. All of the accents were gold, and his pants were half solid red and half checkered as well. Tonight, the Artist would be a jester. 

An improvement on his self-esteem, the Bard had thought. The Artist had said so, too, saying he’d be dressing like a joke. It...was nice to hear.

The Playwright had also gone with a more light-hearted outfit, pun completely intended. He was dressed as the queen of hearts, with an A-line skirt that skimmed the ground and was almost entirely a replica of the skirt worn by the Queen of Hearts in Disney’s Alice in Wonderland animated movie. His corset had a low scoop neckline with a long heart that stretched down from the neckline to the bottom of the waist. His sleeves were poofy, black with red stripes between. 

It was a deck of cards theme between the three of them. Honestly, they took a bit of solace in their three Musketeers situation. The Bard was dressed like a harlequin in a ball-dancing dress. His entire dress was checkered, a stiff corset traded for a looser fit bodice that was sinched at the waist by a thick black belt with a heart clip. Bits of tulle were attached to his wrists, ideal for dancing in, which was perfect for the plan. He and the Playwright had matching heart chokers, too. 

As he’d said earlier, “We cute.”

Neither the Artist nor the Playwright had argued, and they had yet to pull away from him holding their arms. Maybe they didn’t hate him. 

They didn’t! They were moving beyond all that! 

Because they had to get the Child back, and Virgil back, and save the Damsel and they had a plan. Actually, they should run through the plan again, because the Bard had already forgotten most of it. 

“Thief?” he called ahead. 

“Mhm?” 

“Can we run through the, uh,” they had a code word for it, shoot, what was it? Oh! Oh, right, “The waltz again?”

“Great Mona Lisa, Bard, how the fuck did you forget how to waltz?” the Artist groaned. “We’re going to a ball.”

“No, no, no, THE waltz,” the Bard nudged the Artist’s side with his elbow. 

The Artist shot him a small confused glare, but realization struck his face quick after. “Oh. Oh, that waltz. Yeah, uh,” he turned to the Playwright, who also seemed confused, then to the front again, “Before we get in, we should go over the waltz again.” 

The Thief and Deceit both stopped as well, fingers brushing once again. The Bard saw the motion and chuckled to himself. Sweet Chopin, they needed to just hold hands already. He could envision the love birds flying around their heads. 

He felt a smidge bad, though. After all, he was the lucky Roman who got to kiss Patton. 

Logan and Patton both turned back to them. Patton let go of Logan, then looked around. They weren’t quite at the castle yet; a side alley, wide enough for all of them to stand in and with ample trees, barrels, and an open door beside it would provide good cover. 

“Let’s go over there,” Patton grabbed Logan’s arm again and led them all into the alley. 

They grouped up into a small but tight circle, the Thief pulling them together. He was in a suit, and an ironic one at that. Originally his costume was intended for Deceit, but he suggested switching them, so that the Dragon would think he were Deceit while being less suspicious. He was themed after a snake, though the theming was less noticeable than the color palette; there were yellow sequins arranged in scale patterns across his black blazer’s forearms, and his vest was black as well, undershirt yellow, and bowtie black. It looked a little like a snazzed-up version of Deceit’s lawyer suit and, though he’d tell no one, the Thief loved the look.

Deceit had said it looked nice on him, too. The bowtie, specifically, but also the entire outfit, and also the Thief simply looked good — yeah, they were both kind of messes. Gone was the ability to seamlessly flirt, apparently.

Still, it was nice to see Deceit in something other than yellow for a change, too. He was dressed as a peacock, with no blazer but a side-cape that shimmered iridescent purple and green. Part of it had blue and green rhinestones inching up the shoulder, and his vest beneath was teal, while his undershirt was mint green. There were bands on his upper arms, keeping his shirt bunched back, that were dark blue. Even his ascot was an iridescent purple and blue. 

They leaned against each other in the huddle. Brown eyes trailed all around the group, meeting similar expressions of steely determination. 

They could do this. 

“Alright,” the Thief started, “For the first hour, we’re gonna scope out the room and surrounding rooms. Meet wherever the snacks are in pairs, alternating pairs, and spread details. Patton and I will go twice.”

“Because you and I are gonna peel off after the first hour to go get Virgil and the Child,” Patton said, meeting the Thief’s eyes.

The Thief nodded. He looked around at everyone — Deceit and the Bard had both been fairly defensive about that choice, but he argued that they needed people who were good at causing distractions on the floor. Patton would be the best at comforting both Virgil and the Child, and the Thief was the only one who had any inkling of what the inside of the castle looked like. 

He continued. “Right. We’re gonna try to get out and—”

“Say, what d’ya think that’d make us?” Patton asked, a tiny grin on his face. 

“Oh, no,” Logan groaned, “Not—”

“Cat burglars!” Patton exclaimed with a giggle. 

The Bard immediately broke out into a fit of giggles, leaning into Deceit a little as he did so. Deceit just rolled his eyes and patted the Bard’s back, letting him cling to his side. 

The Artist stifled some chuckles of his own, and the Playwright grinned. Oh. Oh, no, not the idea grin. 

“I think Dragon will be hard pressed to find flaws in our purr-fect plan,” he said, eyes shining as Patton laughed as well. “We’re just gonna have to distract him with our adorable kitty-Pat.”

Logan groaned again, in good humor this time. “I thought you were supposed to be on my side, Playwright,” he grumbled. 

The Playwright immediately sobered up, mouth pressing into a line. “Ah, Logan, darling, I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Hey, but,” the Bard raised a finger at the Playwright, smile wide and mischievous, “If he catches wind of anything, you, Artist, and I can pull a wild card and deck him.”

That got the Artist and Patton to both laugh aloud, and even Logan smiled a tiny bit at the Playwright, if only to reassure him that his frustration was not directed at him.  

The Thief seemed actually annoyed, though. He snapped his fingers in the center of the circle. “C’mon, focus here. Patton and I are going to get Virgil and the Child, then we’re going to come back up to the ball room at the second hour. At that point, Deceit—”

“I’ll be dancing with Dragon and, once you’re back, I’ll be distracting him enough for you to get out,” Deceit waved his hand, also slightly exasperated. He wanted Virgil back immediately and, as the time to pull off their hest approached, he grew more nervous.

“Right. Then, Playwright will take you backstage once everyone else has filed out,” the Playwright nodded to the Thief regarding his involvement, and the Thief looked around the group once more, “All of that sound good? Everyone else, be on the look out for Damsel. We don’t know where he’s gonna be. If he’s out on the ball floor, Logan, you—”

“I will approach him and explain that we are here to get him out,” Logan grimaced, “If he is not on the ball floor….”

“Then I’ll be on standby to head into the dungeons,” the Artist said, smile deflated, brow furrowed in thought.

“Good,” the Thief patted his shoulder, gripping reassuringly, “And if Remus is there, then Bard is going into the dungeons with Patton and I’m staying in the ball room to kick his ass.”

“This all sounds like a plan, Thief,” the Bard said, smiling at him, “Logan, thoughts?”

Logan huffed, frowning at the ground. He’d rolled the details over in his mind a few times, so he’d already worked out some of the issues, such as the irrationality of the original plan’s “jump out the dungeon’s windows, really, how large are the windows, and how do we know it’s not underground.” For right now, it seemed as though the plan were efficacious, but they couldn’t be certain until it was enacted. 

But at that point, it’d be too late to change the plan to any degree of impeccability. They would have to wing it. And Logan wasn’t a fan of that. 

But what choice did they have?

“It is as detailed and as faultless as we can arrange for it to be currently,” he said.

The Thief’s mouth twitched into a slight grimace, but he nodded all the same. That was as optimistic as he would be. “Once this is all over, we meet at the tree as fast as we all can get there,” the Thief said, casting one more look around, “If we pull this off right, no one’ll be leaving alone. If your partner gets injured, you carry them to the tree.”

“I don’t think….” the Artist said, frowning a tiny bit as his voice trailed off. 

The possibility of injury was very high, actually. Death for the Romans, at least. And they didn’t know if the Dragon had injured Virgil or the Child. To be honest, they didn’t know if the Child was alive. Oh, goodness, what if Dragon had killed him? 

“It’s gonna work,” the Bard said, “It’s gonna.” 

He squeezed the Artist’s arm and gave him a nod. It was going to be okay. Roman was optimistic by nature, and the Artist did crave that sort of positivity. 

“It must,” Deceit affirmed none too positively. 

“It will,” Patton said, smiling at them all again before clapping, “And break!”

Everyone stood up on instinct. Then, they all shared slight laughs, small smiles.

The Bard leaned over and hugged Deceit with an arm, reciprocated a little. Patton leaned against the Artist, who didn’t hug back, but also didn’t flinch finally. 

They were getting somewhere. It was going to be okay. 

It was going to be okay. 

….Without Virgil, they all felt as though their optimism was naively placed. But that was why they were going to get him back! 

Once he was back, Deceit thought, he was never letting go again. If he was back. No, no, once he was back. He was coming back soon. 

“Let’s go,” the Thief pulled his mask out from his coat, a black half-face mask covered in yellow sequins arranged like scales.

Everyone shared looks, nodding to each other as they slid on their own masks. Logan, Patton, the Artist, and the Playwright all had special masks that mimicked their glasses prescriptions so they wouldn’t need contacts, too. With faces obscured, they nodded once more, squeezing arms in reassurance and patting backs and giving smiles, and hurried out of the alley. 

The Playwright walked at the front of the group, the only one not paired to any Side. He looked up at the sky. A storm had grown, clouds angry and grey above the castle, which was only a few blocks away now. Perhaps it would thunder during the ball. 

He wondered vaguely what had caused the sudden shift in weather. During their week alone, it was all sunny skies. 

Was it….

No. No, no part of Roman was that desperate, to have gone to Remus. Right? He’d been telling himself that ever since they’d begun this game, but the darker their future seemed, the more he worried about the Duke’s involvement. 

The Thief seemed to think it was very real, enough to have a back-up written into the plan. C’est la vie. Such was life, he thought, the show must go on.

They walked quietly for only a few minutes. The closer they got to the castle, the more Imagination inhabitants they saw walking around them, some in pairs, some in groups, some alone. Everyone was in costume, most intricate. Good. This would be good, for coverage. The Thief had been a little worried that the ball would be sparsely attended, but this was good. 

It was going to be okay. 

They approached the drawbridge. Patton leaned against the Artist, gripping his arm tighter as the wind picked up. The Thief and Deceit were stoic behind them, and Logan and the Bard were simply quiet, though their hands were interlaced tight. It was going to be okay.

A line had formed on the bridge, in front of one man in a suit, perhaps the medieval equivalent of a bouncer. The group shuffled into the line, looking around at the castle, at the moat (“I think it’s filled with alligators,” the Bard murmured to Logan, who shook his head and was about to respond that that didn’t make sense, until an alligator’s maw jumped up and snatched a low-flying bird) and at the sky. 

Angry, angry clouds. 

It took an excruciatingly long eleven minutes for the Playwright to finally reach the front of the line, but when he did, he immediately grinned. He had to hand it to the Dragon. 

“May I see your invitation?” Zac Efron asked, dressed in a black butler’s outfit.

Bless the Imagination’s castings. The Playwright handed over his invitation, and Zac looked over a list in his other hand before handing back the invitation and checking off a name. “You may enter to the ball room,” he motioned to the door. 

The Playwright curtsied and hurried in. Behind him was the Artist and Patton, both of whom gasped a little, becau se holy shit, it’s Zac Efron. 

The Dragon was really out here casting Thomas’ celebrity crushes as butlers. It was the first thing that the Artist had wholly agreed with the Dragon on, actually. Once they were Roman, they were going to have to look into that as a possibility. 

One by one, each entered, walking down a grand hall with a ceiling so high and so vaulted that there seemed to be a sky inside. But, then again, there probably was. This was the Imagination. It looked somewhat like the Great Hall from the Harry Potter movies, this time shining with stars and constellations. 

Logan could identify Aries and Pieces. That was actually accurate for the season and hour, so he gave a mental kudos to Roman for his design, then considered if it were his knowledge that had been used to perfect the stars. Well. That was inconsequential, I guess?

The hall was also lined with suits of armor, and bannisters adorned with Roman’s full crest. Though, Deceit noticed while he walked through, the entire crest was outlined in gold and the castle in the center was colored with grey and brown and black. He thought the Dragon was only supposed to be the outer tower and walls. If the Dragon called all of the shots around here, then why was the center tower also colored?

The walk was long, heels clacking against the stone. They turned with the carpet to the left and entered through a pair of double doors that had to be at least two floors high. 

Inside was life. The room was massive, stretching almost the size of a football field. There was a stage near the entrance door where there were musicians (with undetailed faces, Deceit noticed) were playing loud enough to echo across the room. The dance floor seemed to take up about half the room. 

Farther away from the entrance were some circle tables, arranged around with some citizens already sitting down. Further back were some long tables, food stacked atop them, and even further….

The throne was elevated so the Dragon could see across the hall to the dance floor. The Thief’s fists clenched immediately upon seeing him wearing the Prince’s attire, white uniform a stark contrast to the black he was typically adorned with. It was a jarring difference. 

He was taunting them. By Doc Holliday’s pistol, they were gonna take him down.

Beside his throne was a large Ottoman seat, where there was another figure. The Damsel, most likely, though his face was obscured by a sheer red veil and distance. He was wearing a large dress, which had a triple-tiered skirt that seemed to flare out orange, then red, then black. His corset was decorated with red and orange and yellow rhinestones, and raised behind his head. It almost looked like flames. 

Burned. The Damsel’s scars were also entirely visible, scabs on his arms angry and red, clearly not fully healed. They weren’t openly bleeding, but the Playwright could tell that they would start bleeding at some point in the night. 

His nose scrunched as he examined the pair. They didn’t seem to notice him, the Damsel leaning against the throne’s side and not moving, the Dragon stroking his chin and looking across the hall absently. He had a sword sheathed beside the throne, too, with its handle sticking up in an easily accessible manner. 

He was waiting for them, he realized. Of course he was, this was a trap, you fool. You knew this. You’d planned. It was going to be okay.

The Playwright turned back to the group just as the last pair, Logan and the Bard, entered. 

“Okay. I am going to move toward the snack table,” he nodded toward the thrones, “Octopus, would you like to join me?”

Logan let go of the Bard, who curtsied and stepped back, and then offered a hand to the Playwright. “It would be my pleasure,” he said, “How about we acquire a table, Hearts?”

The Playwright nodded, then shot the Thief a look. “Snake,” he said, a promise, a warning, “Let’s waltz.” 

“Let’s,” the Thief responded, squeezing Deceit’s arm. 

The Bard and Patton had already taken each other onto the dance floor, hoping to not be conspicuously waiting in a group by the door way, and the Artist was meandering around — nope, no, he just asked an Imagination citizen to dance. Blending in well. 

Operation save Virgil and the Child was a go. 

Virgil could hear the faint music from above. He squinted up, then closed his eyes and exhaled. What’d that matter? 

His side was throbbing. It seemed that just wrapping a bandage around a wound did fuck all to stop it from hurting, or bleeding, especially if it was just wrapped once and around the front. Virgil would have to remember that for the next time he got stabbed by an evil Dragon, he thought snidely. 

He and the Child had relocated themselves to the bed. Pretending to not be panicking was tiring, but luckily for him, the Child had fallen asleep. 

He sniffed quietly, rubbing his eye with the butt of his palm. For the past half an hour, ever sine the Child fell asleep, Virgil had been silently crying. And there was no Damsel to conjure him a glass of water or tell him it’d be okay. Because he knew it wasn’t going to be okay. 

Even if he didn’t die in the Imagination, he’d be exiting it alone. And that was fine! 

The Child snuggled closer to his chest, tiny arms wrapped around him. Virgil sniffed again and hugged him tight. 

If he did nothing else, he’d at least protect this Roman. 

He wished he’d at least told Roman how he felt. 

Maybe he’d never get the chance. 

Gosh, this was really fatalistic, even for him. It wasn’t like he was gonna die in the Imagination. 

Virgil shielded his eyes with an arm and, as illogical as it was, wished that he could use that one arm motion to block out the sounds of the ball going on above. Shit, he was gonna die in the Imagination. 

….Usually that’d freak him out a bit more. Maybe he’d bled out to the point where he was too tired to be worried. And, maybe it was childish, but he really did want to dance with Roman. 

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