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starablin · 1 year

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Warden Ingo Cosplay Build Log

Hey Legends Arceus / Submas / Pokémon fans ! I spent two months last year making a Warden Ingo costume because the game made me fall in love with the franchise all over again (and because I love sad amnesia uncle, of course). I'm pretty proud of it, so I thought it'd be fun to share the process here in painstaking details. I've been cosplaying for over a decade now and I learned a bunch from so many defunct cosplay tutorials on this website, so I thought I'd give back. This isn't a guide, persay, but rather a dive into the methods and decisions I picked to complete this project. Any pre-made items or patterns that are available online will be linked! I'll be splitting down each piece of the costume into its own section for easier reading. This is gonna be a long one with a bunch of pictures, so I'd suggest viewing on the blog directly! Without further ado, all aboard!

Station 0: The Guidelines

Before getting into the build itself, I wanted to preface this wall of text with the guidelines I set myself for this project.These core pillars inform a lot of the decision-making, and some people might feel like using this log as reference for their own cosplays, so I thought it'd be good to put them here to explain why I did some stuff the way I did. Comfort first: I knew I was gonna wear it in the summer, and stand around all day at a convention, so it needed to be lightweight and comfortable. (well, as much as a cosplay can be, anyways.) Realism: Ok, that's kinda weird to associate "realism" to a Pokémon costume (unless you're Detective Pikachu I guess), but I wanted to look more natural instead of translating a shiny fancy 3D model straight to real life (nothing against that, it just wasn't my goal). This meant adapting certain elements that only really worked in stylized Pokémon graphics. Be a huge cheapskate: I didn't wanna break the bank with this one, so if I could save money thrifting or reusing stuff I had lying around, I was going to do it. Whenever you see me pull some material out of my ass that wasn't entirely fit for the job, that's why. After putting these down, jotted down a battle plan for the project (basically just a huge compartmentalized list of all the material I expected to need and the steps to complete the costume), and then it was time to get to work.

Station 1: Thrift Shop Pit Stop

I like starting every project with a quick trip to the local thrift stores to see what I can find. I hate sewing pants with a passion, so my priority was to grab some navy suit pants to match the coat's fabric to later. I also found a long sleeve black shirt for Ingo's undershirt, a belt I ended up not using, and lucked out with some excellent clown shoes with removeable insoles. After slapping in my own insoles, replacing the shoelaces and fixing up the pants' button, we were good to go on every element that could be done without any extra work on my end. Moving on.

Station 2: Three Refined Metals For A Hat

I'll be honest here: when I initially planned out the entire project in my notebook, the hat was scary as hell. I had no clear idea how I was going to do it; I didn't really want to buy a similar pre-made hat cause roughing it up would've been stupid hard to get to look right. I figured I could probably make it out of EVA Foam (a certified cosplay classic), but I've never patterned a shape this complex before. Turns out Kamui Cosplay made a foam pattern for the same kinda hat. Score! I purchased the pattern and assembled the hat using 6mm EVA Foam and Contact Cement according to the instructions. I then destroyed some poor polyester cord trim from the bottom of my scrap bin and glued it into the base for the... sticky-outies? The damaged bits. Y'know.

With the base finished, I drafted a pattern for the fabric covering, cut my pieces out of navy twill, sewed it up and slid it over the hat. I did the same for the inside with some cheap black muslin leftovers from another project, glued it all to the base in strategic spots, and then patterned, sewed and glued the band on. Finally, I took my seam ripper and scissors and opened up the seams where the little piles of sad polyester scraps were lining up to free them. With the main part of the hat complete, I cut up a disc of 10mm EVA foam for the insignia, scored the design on with a hobby knife and heated it up to form a bit of a curve. It was then sealed with flexbond, painted and sealed with a clear coat, and glued on! All that was left after this was weathering the hat. It's a little hard to photograph this piece properly, so I'll show the weathering process when we get to the coat.

I apologize for basically pulling a "rest of the fucking owl" here, but honestly a lot of the process was improvising and somehow not destroying the entirety of my progress, so I have no pictures of the hat building process beyond this.

Station 3: Sneasels Ripped My Coat

Ingo's coat started with a heavily modified version of a commercial pattern. Specifically, it's the D Coat from Simplicity's 4789. I could've probably found a pattern closer to the Subway Bosses' coat design, but this one had already been in my pile of "patterns I bought for an abandonned project and will totally use someday, I swear" and it was close enough, so I used it. Modifications included extending the collar, making the coat a little longer in proportion to my body, the sleeves wider at the ends, and adding inner pockets (a cosplayer's best friend). Oh, and the white bias tape on the edges and the orange stripes, of course. You may have noticed I'm not showing the pattern with all the modifications here. That's because as part of the Cheapskate Protocol, I really wanted to use this old Simplicity pattern to save money. A pattern I bought when I was a teen way back when. the misses sized pattern enveloppe. So I had to size up the entire damn thing. The biggest size on this pattern was like 7 inches off my measurements. It's a paper Frankenstein golem. It looks godawful. The actual adjustments to make the pattern Submas-ready are incomprehensible in there. But hey, I saved like 10 dollars! I started by assembling the base coat (undamaged) out of navy twill. I added heavy interfacing in the collar to help it stay up. I considered adding a lining to it to really sell the fact this used to be a modern machine-assembled piece of clothing, but it wouldn't have looked as good with the rips and tears later on. As a bonus, it's one layer less in the fight against heat exhaustion! However, if I were to make this coat for Pre-Eeby-Deebied Ingo, I'd definitively do a lining.

Next step was the stripes! I used some double fold white bias tape to finish the edges of the coat and topstitched the ones on the back of the coat on. I then used the same orange cotton as the hat band for the three orange stripes,which were topstitched on. Cheapskate Protocol made me buy barely enough orange cotton this time around because I was tired of building up the pile in the fabric scrap bin, so I had to improvise to make it work by snipping the bands in strategic spots in order to cover to whole coat properly. It's not like the parts that would be cut off later for the damage would need them, anyways. ✨Optimization✨

After rolling my rock up the hill of a Hell of my own creation, I booted up the game, dragged my avatar to the Ingo enclosure and marveled at the magnificent creature to see where the coat was ripped. I traced a loose guide of the tear designs with washable fabric chalk and crudely cut up the bottom edge, sleeves and collar to have the basic shape down.

All that was left was to add the armband and the buttons. Turns out the only metal buttonsI could find that were big enough were those buttons kits to cover with fabric. Since I wanted to go for realism here (and be able to throw the whole thing in the wash after sweating in it all day), I wanted to avoid crafting them myself. With the main construction done, it was time to do the weathering! ... ... ... OH GOD I FORGOT TO ADD POCKETS

Behold, the world's most awful pockets. Two stupid little bags sewn in such a way you hopefully can't tell from the outside that I completely forgot that I wanted these. They literally only exist so I can have my phone handy at a convention. There's a buttonhole to close it too, I guess. They're shamefully hidden with all my lining-less, raw seam sins. Ok now we can destroy the coat

Station 4: Stinky And Dirty

I mentionned earlier during the hat section that I was going to get back to the weathering process. This is happening now. For the sake of Realism™️, I wanted the damage to look natural in real life, so I had to make it look believable. Luckily this wasn't my first rodeo with the Dirt, so I had plenty of weathering experience under my belt. To break up the awkward scissor cuts from earlier on the edges and fray everything up, I pulled out the sandpaper and started... Sanding the fabric. Might sound weird to some, but a lot of costume makers swear by it. It's also great for ripped jeans (if those are still popular today) and general natural wear. I also refined the shape along the way with scissor to break up any long straight cuts before fraying the edges. I took care to reinforce any newly destroyed seams with a sneaky staystitch so it doesn't unravel in the future. I then mixed up a bunch of different shades of brownish grime with fabric paints (I had black, brown, yellow, orange and green on hand) to dirty the whole thing up. This doesn't look as realistic as some other methods like weathering powders and Just Using Real Dirt, but as mentionned earlier I wanted to be able to just throw it in the washing machine at the end of the day to sanitize it. (If you're interested in actually learning how to weather a costume, this guide is where I started my journey.) I prioritized the ripped edges and any spots where grime would realistically accumulate in over time, like under the edge of the hat band. Paint was dabbed, stippled and rubbed on with whatever garbage tools I could find, which in my case were some old crusty brushes, sponges and toothbrushes I could get really violent with. (brushes were harmed in the making of this costume, but not my good brushes.)

The whole thing was then sealed with heat using a flat iron as per the fabric paint instructions. With the coat done, all of Ingo's old Subway Boss uniform was complete!

Station 5: A Warden's Garb

Next step on the list was making the Pearl Clan uniform. Thankfully, there's a fun little piece of concept art that shows Ingo without his signature coat, so from it we can confirm that his clan outfit has short sleeves (good for the comfort goal) and consists of two pieces: a tunic and some kind of hip sash. I omitted the hood on the tunic because I was realistically never going to wear it up and it would have just bunched up under the coat anyways. Now you'll be painfully aware of that terrible corner cutting truth whenever you scroll down and see photos of the costume. Sorry. I drafted out a quick pattern for both pieces of the clan garb through the power of math for the sash (a couple half circles with another piece for the border) and tracing over a tunic in my wardrobe for the shirt. I assembled a test version out of scrap muslin to make sure it worked properly, then set the pattern aside so I could prepare the fabric. In order to have all of the tunic elements match together, I picked up a bunch of white stretch knit fabric and a bottle of purple synthetic dye so I could reach the shade of dusty lavender I wanted. I measured out two squares of fabric based on the pattern. One square was for the darker border on the waist sash, while the rest was the lighter color for the whole outfit. I boiled water according to the dye instruction and worked on my Fabric Soup.

With the fabric dyed and washed, I cut my pattern pieces out and assembled everything together. Nothing special happened there since the pattern had been tested and adjusted prior to sewing the real deal. Ok, one thing happened actually. My sewing machine absolutely hated how thin this fabric was and kept trying to eat my costume. By the end I was about ready to throw the machine out the window, but things worked out.

It's pretty sneaky and totally not visible on the outside, but the sash is held closed with two snap buttons on the front. It's easily the single jankiest piece of the costume due to the aforementioned attempt by my sewing machine to have fabric dinner. But hey, it works and the jank isn't visible so who caaaares (I care)

Final step for the Pearl Clan outfit was adding the logo on the front. I wasn't sure how I wanted to do this, at first, but to keep the fabric's stretch and keep with the idea that this is a hand-sewn garment from old Hisui, I decided to go with hand embroidery. I grabbed some scrap white cotton, dyed it purple, then cut it out in the shape of the logo. It was then painstakingly applique'd to the tunic by hand with embroidery floss.

With that done, the tunic was completed! It looks absolutely depressing on a coat hanger, but when worn with a belt it's all nice and cozy. As a bonus, it layers with the coat well enough that I don't have to wear a binder under everything to hide obvious boob shapes. Another win for the Comfort team! 👏 With all the sewing done, all that's left is the Warden bracelet and the hair.

Station 6: Noble Sneasler's Cool Bling

Ingo's got a bestie bracelet of his best pal Sneasler, so we gotta make that. The build should be pretty standard to anyone that's made anything out of EVA Foam for a cosplay. I drafted the pieces by referencing the in-game model, cut them out of different thicknesses of the material to create some depth, and glued everything together with contact cement and hot glue. (The main bracelet is 6mm foam, the details are 2mm foam and the black parts for the base of the head and the gem are 4mm foam.) I added an elastic on the wrist to keep the bangle secured to my arm while still being able to easily slip it on and off.

The whole thing was then sealed with flexbond, painted and then sealed with a spray clear coat. Honestly, it was the simplest part of the build and it actually went without a hitch this time around.

With the accessories done, it was now time to get to what I am convinced is every Submas cosplayer's worst nightmare: The Goddamn Hair.

Station 7: The Goddamn Hair

There's a lot of artists credited as character designers in the credits of Pokémon Black & White (2010). This means I can't figure out who to blame for Ingo and Emmet's stupid sideburns that make absolutely no sense in the real world. Instead we're just going to scream at the heavens and find a solution to the geometric flaps. Another fun fact: I'm awful at wigs. Like absolutely awful. I understand the methods involved, but I'm stupid bad at applying that knowledge on an expensive mop of plastic hair I don't want to ruin. So I did some research to figure out how people were making the twins' hair on their own cosplay. Everyone did a great job, but it wasn't really the effect I was looking for, so I decided to start from scratch. Because, you see, I was going to completely avoid styling a wig. I've always interpreted the art as them having some sick sideburns/muttonchops. (This art piece by waltias on twitter was posted like a week after I finished my cosplay and I felt so so validated in my interpretation) I also love Makeup FXs, so I thought "hey, I can look up beard makeup tutorials." I ended up with two ideas: either I could buy crepe wool hair in grey and glue the fibers to my face individually every time I put the costume on, or I could make a reuseable prosthetic. I'm a lazy piece of garbage that likes doing things once so prosthetic it was. I mean, I know how to ventilate wig lace. It'll be reusable and take 4 minutes to apply. Smart! I got the Jett in Light Grey from Arda Wigs, a ventilating hook, matching wefts and the lace. I had a plan, I was ready, it was going to look great. And then I spent 40 hours tying individual strands of plastic hair on a wig lace mesh. For a total surface area of maybe 3 square inch.

(Pictured above: A Fool.) It was hell. I might've incurred a stress injury from the process and then had to let it rest for a week because I did it all over a couple days. Would I recommend doing it? If you're patient, sure. I love the result. But this was, by far, the worst part of the entire project. 40 hours. The entire coat took me like 6 hours. 40 fucking hours.

After painstakingly tying individual hairs to a mesh and realizing I might've reached the Ninth Circle of Hell along the way, I took my couple squares of ventilated wefts and trimmed them to the proper length. The result was awesome, and I don't regret it at all. It looks exactly how I pictured the idea of sideburns would look like. But it also took 40 hours of me just tying some fucking hair to a mesh. Maybe there was a better solution, but there's so little ressources about the process online that I just went with the methods I could find, really. I pray someone starts offering squares of pre-ventilated wig lace someday so no one else has to suffer like I did. As a sidenote, I didn't even bother with the balding hair since I wasn't gonna go through all the effort of heavily modifying a wig and wearing a bald cap if I wasn't even gonna take the hat off.

40 hours.

Station 8: Bits And Bobs From Under the Subway Bench

Honestly, after the absolute nightmare I went through making the sideburns and goatee, The final touches were a cakewalk. After all, the costume is complete! What's next? Warden Ingo uses Pokéballs like a cool guy, so I wanted one. I usually make pretty much everything myself for costumes because it's fun, but after the ventilating adventure I just wanted to rest. I'd been following NisuzCraft's work for a while now, and I loved the wood grain effect on their Hisuian Pokéballs. I wholeheartedly recommend them, their work is awesome.

As a final touch, I grabbed some red cord I had lying around from a previous project to craft a little loop to hook my convention badge onto. I don't really like having the badge show up on photos, so it was a clean way to have it easily accessible while having it be easy to slide out of sight. I based the idea off of the knotted ropes the Galaxy Team member hang their Pokéballs from on their uniforms.

Lastly, though it's not necessarily part of the costume itself, I made an overly indulgent ita bag panel for the first con I took Warden Ingo out to. The collection's grown since then, but here it is:

Chandelure: JellyBearDesigns Ingo & Lady Sneasler: AstroTeenyArts Warden Ingo, Emmet&Ingo Duo: Cynniarts Ingo & Emmet with fingers crossed, Hanging Ingo, Emmet & Warden Ingo: Zhampip Rubber Straps: Official Pokémon Mate Merch Go show them some love!

Terminus: You Have Reached Hisui Station

So, first con wearing Warden Ingo came and went. What's the verdict? Pretty great experience, honestly. It was relatively comfortable to wear despite record heat in the middle of summer. The only real issue was that having a wig and a hat together trapped heat real bad, therefore some wig breaks were needed. I also initially used spirit gum to stick the facial hair on, and I struggled to remove the residue afterwards from the lace mesh, so now I just use body tape to keep it on. Nothing broke, nothing hurt, so I'd say it was a success! I haven't had to modify or repair anything for the future, so I'm very proud of the results. To anyone who read this Build Log to the very end, thank you so, so much for your interest. I hope this may have given you some insight into the process; especially if this helps your in future cosplay projects! If you don't cosplay, I hope it was still an entertaining read.

Hoping to see more wonderful Submas cosplays in the future!

#Cosplay Build Log #cosplay tutorial #pokemon cosplay #submas #warden ingo #ingo #pokemon ingo #subway bosses #original content #40 hours

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 4 months

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December Drabbles

Prompt 26: Advent Calendar Character(s): Ruggie + Leona (Rugleo) ------------------------------------------------------- "Hey what's that?" Leona had been very very comfortable and content with Ruggie laying on top of him, playing lazily with his hair and ears before his partner pointed out a gift bag on the floor beside his bed, poorly hidden. Leona groaned, hiding his blush behind his hand as he tried to look annoyed instead of embarrassed as his hand went down to bat the gift away. "Don't worry about it, it's nothing." Ruggie knew that was bullshit immediately. He shoved his head into the hand covering Leona's face and made him pet him again as he snuck a peck to Leona's lips. "Come oooon you can tell me! Was it a gift for Cheka?" Leona huffed, turning him and Ruggie so his body was in between Ruggie and the gift. "If it was something for Cheka, I would have had you buy it and you know that." Ruggie's grey-blue eyes flicked up to meet Leona's emerald ones, pleading with him a little bit. He was not above using puppy-dog eyes to get what he wanted from his boyfriend. Leona looked unimpressed for a moment, before sighing raggedly and rolling over half way to grab the bag. "It was for you but it felt stupid so I didn't give it to you when I should have." That only made Ruggie more curious as he sat up to pull the wrap out gently so as not to rip it too much so he could reuse it. Inside was a handcrafted wooden house shaped structure. As Ruggie pulled it, out, Leona turned his face away. The front of the house had 24 doors of different sizes, each door a different colour. There were some cubbies to fill the spaces in between some of the doors, with small trinkets that had been fastened down so as to keep them from moving. Ruggie looked over it, his expression softening as he realized every part of this was made by hand, by Leona. Every little trinket paid homage to a memory they had made together. Ruggie gently opened the door with the number one on it before it finally clicked what this was. "You made me an advent calendar?" Leona huffed a bit. "So what if I did?" He didn't expect to hear the sound of his boyfriend sniffling next, making him sit up a little panicked. "Was there a splinter on it? Did you get hurt? See, this is why you should have let it be n-" Ruggie climbed into Leona's lap, balling up as he played idly with the first door. "I've wanted one of these since I was little. I know it's shitty chocolate inside, I know the toys never last, but it was one of those things I just thought were really cool, y'know? And know I don't have to worry about waste, and if I ever get tired of this I can use it for the cubs back home too. Thank you Leona.....but good call on waiting, I would have opened all the doors the first day I got it anyways." he giggled softly, wiping at a few stray tears.

Leona held him a little bit closer, a part of him hoping he hadn't heard what he said before as he kissed his forehead softly. "Hah....well I'm glad you like it. If you want another one for the little brats I....I might make one." "You will." It wasn't a question, but a statement as Ruggie batted his eyes at his boyfriend again. Leona tsked lightly and looked away. "I will."

#v talks #twisted wonderland #twst #twst hcs #twst headcanons #december drabbles #twst ruggie #twst leona #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #rugleo #twst rugleo

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jinbugs · 2 years

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Hey, person unfamiliar with TMA but horrifically intrigued by the submas au you've made for it. And I'm not sure how to phrase this question, but like.. help?

I do NOT know what is happening, but you've got me hook line and sinker, scrounging for what little understanding I can get from the comics. So, if you're comfortable with just rambling or smth, please go off

i've been waiting for an ask like this. bro you're gonna regret those words- i LOVE forcing people to listen to my barely coherent ramblings

// the magnus archives spoilers (all 5 seasons to be safe) ahead, as well as like. whatever i decide to indulge you all with for this au, i'm typing before thinking. this is going to be very long:

Context: In The Magnus Archives universe, there exists, perhaps at the dawn of humanity, perhaps before, Fear. And at first it might have been that, a primal emotion, but when humanity evolved, it Became. And aspects of Its splintered being torments the living beings that tread upon the Earth.

This is what we like to call "The Entities"! People categorize them to make it easier, and it was believed there was 14 facets of them in modern society. They manifest as monsters and things and places that trap and kill any living thing. People can be victims of the Fears, or they can feed it themselves. These people are avatars, and they tend to fall into it unknowingly. Some sorta tilt on the grey scale, others toss themselves into that evil shit. If you're either too obsessive or too fearful of something, you're toast.

The main facet that takes place so far is The Stranger, the fear of the almost human, the uncanny, the "I Do Not Know You." The NotThem is a part of that. They lure their victims in by replacing their loved ones, erasing all mental and recorded memory of the original (excluding analog evidence like tape recorders/vintage photos). Then they murder them, taking their skin and flesh to reuse for their next victims. They do this to feed themselves and their "god".

Actual AU Stuff: So you're like wuhoh, does that mean Ingo's dead? Ingo isn't (because I don't want him to)!!! Ironically Volo's clown time-space tearing shenanigans saved Ingo's ass from being skinned alive so like. Yippee!! NotIngo is the reason why all of Ingo's memories are gone, though. He'll be fine. The NotThem dropped Ingo like pizza, cheese face down on the filthy carpet floor. No one's gonna eat him after that.

Skyla remembers him, because the NotThem always has a few choice people (or one person) that don't have their memories replaced. This is another way to feed off of a bystander's fear. NotIngo enjoys fanning the flames of her paranoia. It's delicious.

There are a few ways, canonically to the TMA universe, you could stop or kill the NotThem. You could bury them under rubble or wet concrete. You could explode them. You could dissolve them into nothing by using relentless gaze of the Beholding, the antithesis of its core existence.

Or like, y'know. Sic a couple powerful pokemon at it.

I genuinely don't think the Entities would do too well in the pokemon universe, since there are actually deities of good (or relatively neutral). A pig can be on fire and like, live with it? The Fears have nothing on general pokemon lore, honestly. Doubt many people would bat an eye.

The Entities hasn't sunken its roots in yet, it's a relatively new force in this universe. Give or take a couple centuries and things could change. This NotThem was bold choosing its particular high-profile target. Ingo and Emmet are verrrry unlucky. (I just really like drama. I live for it. I love doppelgangers too, so this is a two-for-one bonus.)

It's not gonna be too bleak though. They'll all be okay. But like. Losing a bit of humanity never hurt anybody. Just a smidge. Pinky promise.

#long post #ask #submas #tma au

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magpierrecanarie · 1 year

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Actual doodles in class this time! They're kinda ugly tho since they're mostly for me to playtest the general gist of how they're like as a character(?) Idk how to properly describe it.

TL;DR: I talk a bit about the characters depicted here—— an unnamed character with a halo (+ her younger child self) and Maylisa, the character depicted in the bottom right.

↓↓ Click here if you'd like to know more! ↓↓

It's not obvious since these doodles were from quite a while ago, but the unnamed character here, specifically her younger self, was also present in a previous post. To be percise, it's the Orenji post with Magpierre where she was seen walking with her and the lyrics "That faraway island, covered in morning glow" was written overhead.

I haven't sorted through her entire story yet but she's based off of a Steven Universe OC I had when I was younger called "Crystal", so I'll be calling her that for now.

Of course, if you know anything about SU, you'd know that it doesn't make any sense for a Gem to be called a "Crystal" since crystals aren't gems. But because I was kinda of an odd child when I was younger (still am, I have very bad reading comprehension so I understand things differently), I wanted a character that was based off of the Cluster because I thought they (it?) were an awfully cool concept that was honestly very underused considering how much of a threat they were played out to be.

Basically what I'm trying to say is that the original "Crystal" was actually NOT a whole gem, but is actually a more stable version of the small Cluster gems shown throughout the show, y'know those weirdly formed hands and feet?

Here, the original "Crystal" was a Cluster Gem made out of 80% Sapphires and 20% Lapis Lazuli, an experiment by the Diamonds to see if they can reuse, reduce, recycle™ the shattered remains of the soldiers from the opposing Crystal Gems' forces. Partially because Sapphires are rare and they were running out of them due to the war, the other is to see if they can still maintain the abilities of a Sapphire and their consciousness despite them being a merge of multiple different Sapphires. After all, they were cut from the exact same cloth, no?

Now, you might be asking: "Didn't you literally just state that they're 20% Lapis Lazuli as well, why aren't you bringing that up?"

Well about that, like any good Manhwa author (fuck them mfs for leaving me on a cliffhanger every single episode😭😭), I will leave it to the actual post I'll be making for the original "Crystal", since I just managed to find an old artwork of her (along with a BUNCH of notes) while typing this out.

Damn, the post's getting a bit long so I'll have to speed up the pace.

As I mentioned in a couple paragraphs before, I don't have the full story and personality set up for the new "Crystal" yet. However, the basis of her entire story is that she's kind of this semi-immortal, living artifact of history who's been through most of the major historical events herself. "Semi-immortal" because the sole reason she's still alive is because of the numerous amounts of gems/gemshards she's embedded into her skin (for story reasons, I'll clarify more in the future).

I don't particularly feel like addressing this part but, she used to be this experimented-on child that escaped from a run down laboratory (right before the calendar changed) with her friend, who's a merge between one of the Anguished and their original self. Said friend was already long dead before Maylisa came to find "Crystal" (or hell, way before Maylisa was ever born tbh), but I'll try to find some time to talk about them as well since they're also based off of an old OC of mine that I'd repurposed for this universe.

There were a lot more I'd like to talk about (stuff like how Crystal escaped from the laboratory, how she was experimented on, how her friendship with the other experiments came to be formed, what happened after she left), but I don't want to leave future me with a bunch of retcons and a lack of explanations so, I'll be going more in-depth once I sort out her as a character!

See you on Sunday! B) I'll probably be posting fanart then? Maybe?

#traditional art #traditional artist #trad art #art #small artist #new artist #artist support #artist #artists support artists #artist on tumblr #pen artworks #pen artwork #pen art #original character #orignal character #character design #orginal character design #steven universe oc #steven universe

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inposterumcumgaudio · 2 years

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Poedit Cut/Unused Content: BobbySuit

Was plannin’ to do these in the order I posted them on reddit, but the cut bobby quest concept art is makin’ the rounds so here you go.

Might maaaaybe have found some of the cut mission where, as Arthur, you would impersonate a constable? The first bit sounds like you - Constable Hapenny - would go to a house full of Downers, sneak in, and disarm whatever security they had for the rest of your party of bobbies to raid. Later - or maybe upon rewrite - you'd help quell a Downer riot. I also found a bunch of "poshie_riot" lines that all sounded like stuff Wastrels say, so fairly generic stuff reused elsewhere, not worth collecting.

Respect_StGeorge

01 Now listen here. They're being silly buggers over at Titchfield House. Entire lot of them won't take their Joy and poor Doctor Shelley can't even get in to fix them up.

02 New Boy. You take point and lead us to Titchfield House.

03 Are you sure this is the way to Titchfield house?

04 All right. New Boy. Hapenny. Let's see what you can do. Go on in and calm down those silly Downer buggers, so Dr. Shelley can fix them up. We'll keep the citizenry from lynching the whole lot of them.

05 Oh jolly. They've gone and boarded it up. Well, Hapenny, you'll need to get in there and unlock the door for us.

07 Oh, and if they've got any clever traps intended to kill the lads, be a good lad and turn them off, all right?

11 Did you get all of them? Good lad!

12 Doctor Shelley, they're all yours. Hapenny, you stay with the Doctor in case something goes pear-shaped in there. See you back at HQ.

Riot_Show_StGeorge

01 SO KIND OF YOU TO JOIN US, HAPENNY, DID YOU GET A CHANCE TO FINISH YOUR TEA?

02 MIND GIVING US A HAND HERE? IF YOU'RE NOT TOO BUSY?

03 Well, that got a bit nasty. We'll secure this location till we can get some doctors here. You're needed at the Brougham Hayes.

04 COME ON IN, LOVE, THE WATER'S FINE.

05 FEEL FREE TO CONTRIBUTE. ANY TIME.

07 No, lad, it's not normal at all. I hope the social order isn't breaking down. If people won't abide by the social contract, it effectively becomes void, don't it?

08 Anyway, they need you at Horseshoe Walk. I wouldn't wait. Sounded like it's even worse over there.

Too_Many_Bobbies

Only suspect this might be part of the impersonation quest because Lines 24 and 26 are for Arthur and sound like one of his undercover, gift-of-gab moments. Most of it is an eavesdropper between two female Wellies.

01 You ever seen a man with a mushroom growing out of his face?

02 No, and I don't think I'd like to.

03 Then don't go to Hedgemead Lane. There's a constable on the ground that's got mushrooms growing out of his face.

04 Why doesn't he take them off?

05 I dunno. Maybe he's gone on holiday. There was a whole squad of bobbies around him, and a doctor. They were all "nothing to see here move along."

06 I said, "There is too something to see, he's got mushrooms growing out of his face."

07 They were all, "Police matter, mum, nothing to worry about."

08 I suppose it's nothing to worry about then.

09 Gave me a chill down my spine. People oughtn't have mushrooms growing out of their face, y'know? I can't wait till I forget about it.

10 Ain't that the truth.

11 Has the plague spread here? Christ.

13 That's plague all right. If it's come to the Village, I'll need some more medical supplies. Like that Doctor probably has in his bag.

14 Is that plague? Has it spread here?

24 Yeah, no, the sergeant hates me, and I have to take regular Joy.

26 What do you mean? I took a bath this morning!

Additional notes:

Intriguing that the mission is to prevent the town from killing the Downers in the house. There seems to be a distinction that these Downers are salvageable, if only Doctor Shelley can get in there to tend to them.

More locations! Titchfield House, Brougham Hayes, Horseshoe Walk, and Hedgemead Lane.

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In a comment on my original post, it was suggested to me that this mission would follow from your conversations with Constables Bevan and Cozans and the riot would take place in Lud’s Holm.

You know, I totally thought that too and I dug about in that area of things for anything that led in that direction and I didn't find anything. It feels like there's definitely parts that either I haven't found yet or that aren't actually there to be found; establishing dialogue that explains how Arthur would get in that situation. It seems like it should follow from there, but there was nothing really segueing one quest's lines into the other.

Although food for thought, the quest titles (which is distinct from the subtitles for the quests) for the whole Bobby HQ thing are codenamed RespectMyAuthority so maaaaybe Respect_StGeorge was related? Hard to say.

I don't think these would be in Lud's Holm though. The "combatants" as such are referred to as poshies in the filenames, meaning they'd be Wellies, civilized people who yet are choosing not to take their Joy. The dialogue about the social order breaking down implies that too. Wastrels can't really be blamed for not observing social mores, but Downers can. (Which is to say that there is a distinction between Wastrels and Downers, although they are often conflated, purposely at times. Arthur even comments as such at a point.)

My guess is this concept was reworked because public Downer revolts don't really jell with the whole sneakily-trying-to-escape-town thing and they complicate other elements of the story like all the more disparate underground resistance movements. Overt resistance like riots would give Mr. Kite, William Godwin, Bolton and the Mad Haberdasher, and whatever subterfuge the Reform Club does reason to seek each other out and organize. As is, they all seem unaware of each other.

Also, if this had played out, Arthur would be in a position of selling out people exactly like him to further his own goals. While that would be keeping with his character, it's makes him a lot less sympathetic to the player. Cracking skulls in a Downer riot is a lot less morally ambiguous than most of the other shitty stuff he does on his way out of town.

Still, it would have been cool to have an undercover mission with the Bobby Suit in some capacity, if only just to make quests like "Moon Juice Leach" and "Tits Up Downer" tidier to execute.

#we happy few #bobbies #constables #cut/unused content #poedit

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I just like Skranchers bc its Silly and Funky and is an overall easy tag since Plateup Trio feels strange since other people play Plateup and its too nonspecific, Chaos Kitchen/Chaos Cooks is related to general other cooking content (at least from what I've seen while trying to search the tag), and unlike ZIT/ZITS or BEST, STJ/JST [?] doesn't have a sound to it so it's so easy to mix up the letters for someone like me that can't even remember basic number sequences

I understand wanting Skizz to have more credit and be treated with more respect instead of as an add-on, especially in content HE INITIATED, but I also don't think fighting about a tag is really something we should be doing? Like,, for example, saying someone dropped a 'dumb take' while making a completely valid point wasn't informative, just needlessly malicious? (Note: I apologize, if you meant that lightheartedly, I was just looking through the reblogs and saw that and it just kinda?? Feels icky??)

I understand not liking the tag or not using it, but is it worth stressing and being hostile towards other fans? If anything it just alienates anyone who might want to get into Skizz's content because of the hostility over using a silly tag

I say all of this nonmaliciously, I just want to better understand, not the intent/frustration since I mean I Get It, but why it's projected so harshly upon other people just trying to have fun with a silly goofy name

Well, the simple answer is while it would be great if we all could just use whatever names we wanted for duos/trios/quartets/what have you, at the end of the day we are a community that will have to decide on a name for ease of communication. That's why we have the names in the first place, yeah? And while the name "Skranchers" isn't objectively problematic (and neither are the people using it) it's a name I subjectively hate with my entire heart. (For the reasons stated in that OG reblog, which wasn't just about Skizz being pushed away. I'm assuming you've read it just so I won't have to repeat myself. If you haven't then I'd highly recommend reading it because y'know, I explain my reasons for why the name is Trash.) It was the name that was catching on with the fandom and was on its way to becoming the "official" tag for them. Which would mean that it wouldn't just be people having fun with a goofy name, it would be what everyone referred to them as, and if I and people like me wanted to interact or make art about them, we'd be forced to use that name. Now our fun is sacrificed, and for a really unneeded reason since I don't think anyone would be offended if we just came up with another name for them. We should all get to have fun together, instead of some of us having fun and the others having to suck it up And while you're entitled to your opinion, personally I don't think that's a strong enough argument considering we have names like Desert Duo despite the fact that Grian and Scar have not been in anything Desert-related for like, 2 years. Same with names like Seablings or Wither Duo or Flower Husbands. They're not bad names at all! But they are extremely removed from their context nowadays, and yet we still use them and recognize which characters are being referred to. Really, Ranchers haven't been Ranchers for a year if not more. The only reason we call them Ranchers is that the fandom knows that it's the name for Jimmy and Tango. Based on that, why would we reuse that name with its own unique dynamic/setting and glue Skizz to it when neither he nor the trio dynamic/setting has ANYTHING to do with Ranches, Ranching or the aesthetics of such? They play Plate-Up together! That's their thing! (for now.) Just like the Ranch was The Thing for Tango and Jimmy during DL! Therefore it would make more sense to make a trio name related to Plate-Up or cooking instead of using anything relating to Ranchers. I can however agree that the letter combos don't really work since there are no vowels. I'll give you that one. Personally, I use "Goodfellas" for them based on that entire bit where they were acting like mobsters, and someone in the mob is referred to as a Goodfella. But names like "Goo Crew", based on the Goo jokes, are excellent as well! Thing is also if you read that OG post and its reblog, outside of that one tag (which was intended to be overly dramatic and not fully serious but I now see that it was a mistake to not mark it as such. Sorry about that.) it's not attacking anyone. It's very focused on the name itself because I don't have a problem with the people using it. It's a dumb name, yeah, but that's no reason to hate someone. That post was not meant as an attack, but more as me showing my own resistance to the name and imploring my fellow fans to perhaps pick another name! Because I think the name is shit, and extremely frustrating as a Skizz fan. Especially with the recent "The S in ZITS stands for Solidarity" nonsense and the fact that Rancher fans have a bad habit of throwing Ranchers into places where people were trying to talk about something else for once while carelessly pushing aside other characters. At the end of the day, everyone's gotta have a weird hill to die on. And this is mine. Does the name of a trio made up of fully grown men playing video games together matter to my life that much? Of course not. But in a fandom space, which this is, it does matter to me.

#el answereth #el ranteth #CHOO CHOO DISCOURSE COMING THROUGH #well it's too small to really be discourse #so uh #CHOO CHOO RANT IS COMING THROUUGHHH

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robertleckie · 4 years

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Edit folder clear-out: OC aesthetics.

Gösta Julian Ekelund (WWII war photographer)

Harold “Harry” Hatcher Jr. (WWII Marine, older brother of my OC Claire)

James Hatcher (WWII Marine, older brother of my OC Claire

Harold Hatcher Sr. (WWI veteran, father of my OC Claire)

#OC Bullshit #Shitty graphics #Some of my kids #I had one for Claire as well but it wasn't as good or as 'war-based' or whatever #Or well I probably do but like who wants to look around for that #I've made so many edits for her through the years #I mean I wrote her up 5+ years ago so it's been a while #But anyway I found these and I liked them #Going to see if I have more edits somewhere that I've never posted #I know I have some things I've made for my RP accounts but that I've never posted here so #Might as well reuse them y'know #Especially since I can't edit anymore rip

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Hi!! I wanted to ask, in celebration of Deltarune CH. 2, do you have any updated thoughts and head canons about the game?? Like, y'know, similar to a previous ask about Kris in your Deltarune tag? Thanks!

thoughts on kris part 2 i guess???? (part 1 from ch1 here lol)

spoilers for deltarune like woah. this wont be kris focused just random thoughts on everything. thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk

not that many thoughts for this chapter tbh! EDIT LOL: this was a lie i have a lot of thoughts

-just in general i feel like the player isn't the only one controlling kris... like yes the player forced kris to do what happened in the snowgrave route but AT THE SAME TIME idk it feels like there's someone else too. just because of the terrifying voice i suppose. and also the jerky movement kris does every time they get their soul out? unless there's another reason for it... maybe getting your soul out means you walk weird lol

-BUT ALSO i feel like kris is 100% in control when they create fountains. idk it just makes sense kris would create them. to create another world, a better world, A WORLD WHERE THEIR BROTHER IS HERE PERHAPS? i do wonder why they get their soul out then though. i'm all for it sweetie! do whatever! i support you!

-(i am and will be playing deltarune with only kris' best interests in mind. i will not hurt anyone unless kris wants me to. dont worry my little meow meow im on your side! talk to me! no? okay ill stay under the sink its fine)

-speaking of asriel. SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER (starts crying) V-VACATION COLLEGE WHEN

-kris misses their brother so much it's so sad. if you make kris steal 5$ from asriel they take it "reluctantly"? talking to asriel online so often even alphys knows?? the google search?? GOING INTO ASRIEL'S GOOGLE SEARCH ROOM WITH THEIR EYES CLOSED BECAUSE THEY'RE CONVINCED THEY ALREADY KNOW WHATS IN THERE? THAT ONE IS LESS OF A MISSING THING BUT IM LIKE OH MY GOD

-the city walk with susie at the end makes it clear to me that kris really values susie's friendship... kris even sits with her if you spend long enough near the lake like aaaaah ;_;

-and even in snowgrave you spend your last acts with the final boss calling for your friends like YES there's a way bigger creepy aspect to this (kris as more of a Leader who Commands and commands their subjects to come) but still :'0 (and then noelle answers oh my god noelle im so sorry for the trauma)

-berdly. listen. listen. listen. liste

-berdly sucks but [berdly hurts his arm in the battle against queen if you don't save him because he doesnt want to hurt you] [berdly realizing smg's wrong in snowgrave and immediately taking steps to save noelle] berdly is my little crumb nugget. i will protect him.

-noelle. noelle. girlboss!

-like ooooh listen. hearing about the genocide path for undertale. made me go "that is SO COOL. i HAVE to experience it myself this is great. hehehe killing time" and like no regrets. i was fully enjoying the experience knowing i was an awful person. SNOWGRAVE THOUGH. i will never try this myself its too fucked up. casually grooming your childhood friend to murder people <3 and also acting like a weird stalker towards her <3 stockholm syndrome speedrun i will get all the info i can about this but i will never do this myself

-people remarking the kris/player>noelle relationship is similar to the relationship between player>chara in genocide path is like yes. chefs kiss. don't worry we just are making you stronger and everything will be fine "you made me kill my friend? and for what?" this is fine sweetie don't worry about it!!!!!!

-like the amount of details added to snowgrave, like if you equip noelle's watch she notices later? and her battle animations change as time goes on, she gets an ice shield and stops sighing in relief after battle? oh my god? oh my god.

-(berdly is not awake.) JUST KILL ME RIGHT HERE I HAVEN'T STOPPED THINKING ABOUT BERDLY NOT BEING AWAKE!!!!!

-also why didnt he turn into dust. so many possible reasons. is magic a thing in the normal world and perhaps no magic means no dust (theres graves). maybe he isnt dead. maybe hes braindead. maybe he'll come back. either way that boy is now in the closet big enough to put someone in

-also dess' name probably being december AND THATS WHY NOELLE LOST THE SPELLING BEE?!?!??! FUCK ME UP!!!!! JUST FUCK ME UP!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

-also so many good pixel art this chapter. too many? i didnt need pixel art of cardboard noelle falling on the statue. like thank you but please. please it hurts my game artist brain.

-the expressions in this chapter were also top notch. all the unsettling noelle expressions like (i fall over face first)

-i threw away the ball of junk (which i already tried in ch1) and this time the game was like "ARE YOU SURE BC THIS IS A BAD IDEA" and kris felt bitter :'( (it deletes all your items in the dark world)

-i uh fucked up and skipped the susie+noelle scene bc listen last time ralsei mentionned seeing what susie is doing we missed some PRIMO LORE. turns out it just makes you skip the scene and you dont get anything new. welp

-speaking of ralsei well you know. he exists. but im stuck on him going "i just wonder what being ralsei-like even is...?" ralsei my dude there's so much i could say about this. do you feel like you can't be ralsei-like because you feel like you have to be asriel-like

-but also that makes no sense bc susie hasnt even mentioned ralsei looks like asriel. and i cant imagine asriel being so meek. so WHAT GIVES

-ralsei as kris’ “i wish i was a monster just like my bro and family and i’d look like asriel but with red horns [THE HALLOWEEN COSTUME] and my name would be something cool like ralsei instead of a boring human name like kris and im sweet and cute because thats how i act with asriel because ASRIEL MADE ME” theory because that would be cute.

-ASRIEL GOING TO THE CHURCH TO CONFESS HIS "SINS" WHEN "SINS" AREN'T A THING IN THE ANGEL BELIEF LIKE I KNOW THIS INTERACTION WAS TREATED AS A JOKE BUT WHAT THE FUCK ASRIEL?

-kris definitely has a connection with the big red door in the city, judging by what the kids say they probably went there... i feel like this place's dark world will be the Final Dungeon you KNOW some shit happened there. also the sounds you hear when you go there is the phone dark world call's sound slowed down? AND AFTER SNOWGRAVE APPARENTLY YOU CANT HEAR IT ANYMORE? HUWAH?

-speaking of songs the songs were all so good, My Castle Town rules, the berdly snowgrave music is stuck in my head, flashback is uwah wuahah, Until Next Time is so good, AND ALSO A FRIEND NOTICED THE DARK WORLD CITY THEME IS JUST tHE SONG 74 (MOST NOTICEABLE WITH THE SNOWGRAVE VERSION)?????? WHAT DOES IT MEAN????? it might be just "hey its just reuse" BUT MR FOX YOU KNOW WE'RE GONNA READ INTO THIS IS NOELLE THE ONE SINGING IDK BRO!!!!!!!!!!

-asgore dreemurr fired from the force what happun!!!!! game theory is that asgore is related to dess' death/disappearance but eh who knows

-you start the chapter at lvl2 and get to lvl3 after the final boss, a friend mentioned this is probably because we destroyed a world and im :0

-to go back to kris it's still so interesting to figure out who they are based on how they act/people mention them. like kris shaking the ferris wheel car? yeah makes sense i can imagine a pranking kid do this. kris' dance? yeah thats a little silly but i can buy it. doing cool anime poses? well i dunno this doesnt line up PERFECTLY but sure. BUT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN SNOWGRAVE... especially >proceed like that is such a weird thing that i can't imagine them doing, but i can't completely see the "player" doing either (compare with going to sans -which kris doesnt know- and going "SANS!" because of course the player would know sans), like THATS one of the reasons i feel like there's someone else in there. the weird robotic merciless actions. if im going super meta it feels like there'd be someone else like writing the choices into existence for us to pick you know? gaster probably? god i need to read more gaster theories i completely sidestepped the gaster shit bc i wasnt interested. anyway just spitballing

-(looks at big shot guy) please dont make him the next tumblr guy i beg you

-obligatory "queen was great" mention if only because this part made me laugh a little bit too hard

that was a lot. thank you for letting me talk

#ask tag #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #snowgrave spoilers

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jingusflorpus · 2 years

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One Piece's Subtle but Fantastic Touches

There are a lot of minor touches Oda puts into his artwork in One Piece that kinda go unnoticed by a lot of people, but I think really help sell the atmosphere and genuine nature of the story that he's trying to tell.

1: Oda Never Draws a Character's Mouth Closed when they're Speaking.

No matter what the context or who the character is, if a character is speaking out loud, their mouth is open. As I said, it's a minor touch, but it makes the characters feel much more emotive in the way they speak and act, which is extremely important in a series like this, where expressions are so commonly exaggerated to sell as much emotion as possible.

Oda even subverts this fact to better sell certain instances across the series as well.

Here, we can see Nami yelling her threats at Ulti, but something feels... off. Nami seems to be yelling here, but her mouth isn't open? How strange. For a series like One Piece where people are ALWAYS expressive, why would Oda make this scene feel so awkward? What gives?

Zounds, it was Usopp! Nami wasn't speaking at all!

This joke lands so well because of Oda's constant and ubiquitous use of open mouths for speech. The fact that Nami's mouth isn't open serves to make that scene feel a bit stilted, to let the reader know something is off. That way, when the joke lands here it feels like a natural progression from one panel to the next. Neutral >> Confusion >> Comedy.

2: Oda Always Redraws Panels // Oda's Use of Character POV in Flashbacks

One thing I don't think a lot of people realize when reading this series is that Oda always redraws any panel that he wishes to reuse.

While other comic authors might just copy paste old panels that they wish to remind the reader of, as far as I am aware there is not a single instance in this series of Oda ever doing such a thing. He always redraws them.

While part of it is simply because Oda has stated that he feels reusing panels like that would be lazy, I also really appreciate that it helps to keep the reader engaged in the story due to the slight changes in the art that redrawing panels would require. There have been many times where I personally was taken out of a story a bit because I noticed a reused panel that caused me to be reminded that I'm reading a book, not being immersed in a story. Especially when an author's art style has changed between the current part of the story, and the part of the story they're pulling the old panels from. It can be quite jarring to suddenly be in a completely different art style for a panel or two in the middle of the comic.

Listen, I love Jujutsu Kaisen, it's my second favourite shonen series behind One Piece, but going from Akutami's current artstyle all the way back to his signifinicantly less clean and refined JJK 0 artstyle for this copy-paste flashback is so jarring that I can hardly take it seriously.

But that's not all!! It's not enough that Oda always redraws flashback panels, he makes sure to redraw them from the perspective of the person who is having the flashback. Take a look at the example up there. In the original panel, Tashigi is looking off to the side. But in the second panel, as Zoro is recalling the scene, Tashigi is staring forwards. Because in the original scene, she's talking to Zoro himself. Oda sets the flashback from Zoro's point of view for the sake of immersion, like we're really recalling the scene through his eyes.

Another, less subtle example:

Y'know I didn't really need to include those last three panels for the purposes of this but they're adorable and I love them

In that first page, Luffy has dropped Tama behind him. She's staring at Luffy's back as he decks Holdem in the face. A chapter later, as Tama is recalling the scene, we once again see the scene repeated, but this time the the perspective has shifted to Luffy's back. To Tama's perspective. That was how she saw Luffy in that moment, so that's how we see it too. It's such a good technique to help you stay immersed and feel like you're really experiencing what these characters are experiencing, as they experience it. There are several more examples of this throughout the series, and it's definitely something to watch out for! It's one of my favourite little details.

There are a lot of other little things that I could gush over and make this post like 3 times as long, like how Luffy has 0 thought bubbles in the entire series in order to showcase his personality, but these are just some of my favourites. They're barely even noticeable when you're just reading through the series, but they make the experience so much more enjoyable and immersive.

#one piece #manga #one piece manga #the right way to do comics #Oda is a genius tbh #eiichiro oda

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murdereraisuha · 3 years

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Actually, Jamil is Snow White

Now that I have your attention with my batshit theory, let me explain it along with my other predictions for the future events of chapter 5 in a 2,500+ word mess of an essay.

The past chapters have all correlated to the plot of the original Disney movie in some way. So how does chapter 5 correlate with Snow White? For the movie's story, it starts with Snow White living with her stepmother, who is vain, self-centered, and afraid that one day Snow White will surpass her beauty. The Queen makes efforts to suppress Snow White's beauty by making her a scullery maid, but Snow White does eventually surpass her. This causes the Queen to order her Huntsman to kill Snow White, but the Huntsman can't bring himself to do it and he presents the queen with a decoy heart instead.

What's interesting about TWST is that Neige has already surpassed Vil at the very beginning. Furthermore, rather than focus solely on his own beauty and beat down potential rivals, Vil attempts to nurture the beauty of the rest of his dorm and the VDC team. So how in the world do we correlate the events of the chapter to the original movie? Well, we know from previous chapters that the person twisted from a character might not be the one to actually take that character's role in the story. Though Farena exists, the one Leona tries to sabotage is Malleus. Though Rielle exists, the one Azul makes a special deal with is Yuu. Even though Neige has played a bigger part in the story so far compared to Farena and Rielle, he still might not actually be the Snow White of this story. So who are our possible candidates here?

As the person meant to rival Neige's cute appeal, Epel is the first one to pop into mind. Perhaps the NRC team's performance during the VDC goes well enough that Epel suddenly gets tons of popularity. The internet latches onto him, so much so that, at least temporarily, he ends up surpassing both Vil and Neige in Mira's beauty calculation. However, this wouldn't make sense. The Queen is supposed to hate and sabotage the Snow White, and Vil has no reason to do that to Epel after spending so much effort helping him with the express goal of having him beat out Neige. So who else?

While browsing Pixiv one night, I came across a funny comic (it was long ago enough that I don't remember how to find it again, unfortunately) where Azul actually did livestream Jamil's evil monologue in chapter 4. Rather than becoming a big scandal though, it actually becomes famous because of how good-looking Jamil is, so much so that Vil finds out about it because Jamil's name is the one Mira tells him when Vil does a beauty check. Vil proceeds to change his plans for the VDC by dumping Epel and choosing Jamil as the sole main vocal so that Jamil is his "poison apple" against Neige instead.

With the recent update, Vil's plan for the VDC is officially finalized, so that comic is firmly in AU territory. However, what if something similar happens? The NRC team's performance goes amazing. However, it is not Vil or Epel that gain attention, but Jamil, the 3rd main vocalist. Against Vil and everyone else's expectations and plans, the internet goes wild over this mysterious pretty boy, boosting Jamil into the position of most beautiful. Even Neige had to spend some amount of time getting gigs and whatever to attain his fame, but Jamil has done basically nothing outside the VDC and now he's suddenly the best... How would Vil feel about that?

With the whole trend of the previous overblot causing the next, this theory of Jamil = Snow White makes sense. Though they could always make it so it's Neige and Epel doing the stuff and then at the end Jamil delivers a speech or something that gives the final push to overblot, it would be a lot more interesting (and funny) for Jamil to be thrust into the spotlight earlier on and be a main reason for Vil's overblot.

However, all of this assumes that the beginning of Snow White correlates with the beginning of chapter 5. Let's consider that the beginning of chapter 5 actually correlates with the situation later in the movie when the Queen is plotting to get Snow White with the poison apple. In this situation, Neige would actually be the Snow White of the story. However, unless we pull some funky timeline stuff, the theory I've seen of Rook betraying Vil wouldn't happen then, since we're already past that point in the movie. So what is next? In the movie, Snow White bites the apple and falls asleep. The dwarfs return to their cottage and chase the Queen, who eventually falls to her death when a lightning bolt destroys the precipice she's cornered on. (Fun fact from Wikipedia, her scream while falling was reused for Sleeping Beauty when Maleficent gets stabbed by the Sword of Truth). Anyway, the dwarfs proceed to put Snow White in the glass coffin until a year later when the prince kisses her and takes her to his castle.

Welp, look here, we have the dwarves in TWST, so they could definitely fulfill the try to hurt Vil part here. But what would lead them to do that? Assuming that as RSA students they are heroic, they would hurt Vil if they felt that he had hurt Neige. Vil's plan for the VDC competition seems to just be performing like normal and hoping that their hard work and effort will shine through and win them the competition, so either something has to happen that causes a last-minute change to that plan or some sort of misunderstanding (Vil getting canceled) happens. How would a misunderstanding happen? It could originate from fans angry that Neige didn't win, but Vil has plenty of his own fans to counter that and make an even-sided battle. Some new falling out between Vil and Epel could occur, resulting in either Epel himself going and hurting Vil's reputation or someone else (the media or Neige) seeing Epel distraught and believing that Vil is abusing him in some way. If it's Neige that could be interesting since it'd kinda be a situation where Epel is Snow White and Neige is his Huntsman. Neige x Epel new otp??? haha anyway, there's also the possibility that the RSA students are not heroic, and the dwarves go and make rumors about Vil themselves as an underhanded strategy to give Neige the victory.

All this talk is making me forget about my boy Jamil though. How would he fit in here? Again, from the previous overblots, we know that Jamil will likely oppose Vil in some way. We have also established that this chapter 5's start = the Queen's poison apple plan's start, so Neige is the Snow White. The remaining roles for Jamil are the dwarves (unlikely since we have actual dwarves), the huntsman (unlikely since timeline and also Rook exists), and finally, the prince. Jamil x Neige new otp??? lmao anyway, What would this role mean for his involvement in the story? Well, the prince only shows up at the end to wake up Snow White, so that would make this a situation like I mentioned before with Jamil just showing up to do a speech or something that pushes Vil over the edge. Boring, what else could we do?

Well, what about the original fairy tale of Snow White? In there, the dwarves don't kill the Queen. Instead, she lives until the day of Snow White and the prince's wedding, where the prince makes her dance in red-hot slippers until she dies as punishment for trying to kill Snow White. Why would Jamil give enough of a shit about Neige to go against Vil like that though? Well, y'know what fuck it let's squeeze someone else into the role of Snow White. Kalim certainly has the hair color for it. Since Kalim is just one of the backup vocals and hasn't had much going on aside from his personal character development this chapter idk what Vil could possibly do to him. Perhaps something pertaining to his family's wealth and fame? Whatever it is, some sort of threat to Kalim would be enough motivation for Jamil to do something to Vil. Interaction between Kalim and Jamil would also serve to finish up whatever development is going on between them. Seriously bro I know Jamil was probably just stalking Kalim in that one episode to make sure he's safe but that scene is really haunting me WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

Whatever, let's keep this circus rolling with some Rook discussion! Again, we got the theory that Rook will betray Vil like the Huntsman betrayed the Queen. To discuss this idea, we gotta discuss Rook's motivations first. In episode 5-27, quoting from the translation on the wiki by Kanade Musings, Rook claims that "being a mere spectator to beautiful people and beautiful things provide [him] with such happiness" and he is "here to offer what help [he] can to help save beauty." However, he points out that "Vil does not need [Rook] to save him;" instead, what Rook wants "to protect is not Vil himself, but rather the 'beauty' he possesses." The chapter ends with Rook saying that the others would understand what he's saying if they encountered a "beauty that is blinding" and would "bring light to [their] lives."

So, with this information, would Rook betray Vil and why would he betray Vil? Well, there's the possibility that RSA's performance wows him and he switches to protecting Neige's beauty. However, this doesn't feel right to me. Neige is very famous. His first appearance was in a commercial that Cater got even when not specifically trying to find stuff on Neige. I would seriously doubt that Rook has not already done research into Neige and observed what beauty he has. If Rook doesn't already find Neige extraordinarily beautiful, I doubt that a single dance performance could transform his opinion of him. However, what if that was compounded by some loss of Vil's beauty? However, would Rook allow that to happen? He expressly said he wishes to protect Vil's beauty. If Vil lost beauty, would Rook really abandon him, or would he work to bring Vil back to his senses and restore his beauty?

Now, going back to the idea of Rook doing a betrayal, we already established way back at the beginning of this monstrosity (if you made it this far please take a hydration break or something alright? take care of yourself I love you) that Neige is not necessarily the Snow White of the story. So, we have the possibility of Rook turning against Vil on Epel's behalf, which... doesn't seem right. Idk it might be because I still just can't envision a scenario with Rook outright betraying Vil. Again, Rook has spent a bunch of time observing Epel and watching him grow. What could Epel possibly do that could mega boost his beauty in Rook's eyes? He's spent time observing Jamil too, though not as much as he observes some other people. Like, Rook is a hunter, extremely skilled at assessing targets and figuring out what makes them tick. For his opinion of someone to seriously change, it would require equally exceptional deception or change on the target's part. Seriously, why would he betray Vil?

Okay, how about we consider what exactly Rook finds beautiful. As we know from the auditions (ボーテ！100点！), Rook was able to find beauty in every person's performance, no matter how clumsy or unskilled they were. So, we get the sense that at the very least, Rook considers things beautiful that most people wouldn't consider beautiful. Then, what makes Vil beautiful to him? We know Vil is beautiful by normal person standards, but Rook doesn't go by normal person standards. Does Rook feel drawn to his determination? His power? Something we don't know about yet? I don't think we know for sure, so we don't know what it would take for Vil to lose beauty in Rook's eyes.

Well, there's a part of Rook that hasn't really come up in the main story yet: his fascination with the nonhuman students. This just brings up more questions. Since Vil is human... as far as we know... Rook's behavior towards him is motivated by something different than that which motivates his hunts, even if that something different is just a different way of being beautiful. ARGHH I DON'T KNOWWWWW we're going into his voice lines

Alright, ceremonial robes home tap 3 (from twstarchives): "There is beauty that some are just born with, but the beauty you work hard to achieve holds immeasurable power. Isn't that right?" Okay now we're getting somewhere, he appreciates hard work! Oh yeah didn't Vil say some stuff cause he felt defeated by Neige being better even though Vil put in all this hard work? The development of that sort of attitude would probably constitute a loss of beauty. Hard work would therefore also make someone beautiful in Rook's eyes.

So, who works hard? Yep, Jamil we're bringing you in again. Remember, a change is needed to drive the plot and prompt a change in Rook. Haven't we had a major change in Jamil's attitude already? Starting with having to funnel all his hard work into Kalim and keeping himself under Kalim, after chapter 4 Jamil is now channeling his work into himself and finally showing off his true talents. Given that Rook can't possibly stalk everyone in NRC in-depth, he likely doesn't have a complete idea of Jamil's capabilities especially given how Jamil was specifically trying to stay under the radar. This may give Jamil the possibility to surprise Rook with his full power, potentially shifting Rook's opinion enough to give him a significant appreciation of Jamil's beauty.

With all this information, I think I can try and build a rough simulation of events. So, the VDC teams do their performances and wow the crowd. In the meantime while the judges are deciding who wins, some shit goes down: Vil gets canceled or something, Jamil gains popularity, idk something with Neige & the dwarves. Vil's mental health takes a turn for the worst and he resorts to underhandedness. He enlists Rook for some plot against Jamil or Neige. However, Kalim gets caught in the crossfire. Inspired by Jamil's beauty and efforts to help Kalim, Rook ends up going against the plan and Vil. Vil overblots, blah blah backstory, then the judges release the results of the competition, and the winding down/aftermath/party time is the 2nd day of the festival whatever when the gang can go see all the other booths and stuff.

Even after all this I sincerely doubt my final prediction here will come to pass but y'know, all about the journey not the destination. Honestly, I thought of the title of this post when I was only partway through like "Haha isn't this theory about Jamil being Snow White so out there" but nope that's actually a foundation of my ideas now. What am I doing??? Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading this mess. Please feel free to message me or something if this rant gave you any ideas that you wanna share.

#twst analysis #twst #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #jamil viper #neige leblanche #rook hunt #epel felmier #twst theories

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thehandsomeasshole · 3 years

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@starttheanarchy from X

The stutter brought out a bark of laughter out of her, the child-like objection that was bemusing to her, finally get a reaction then just more annoyance. It was rare to have the chance to take shots back at the CEO considering most of the time her attention was on avoiding death rather then actually retorting.

"Ah-ah-ah," she shook her finger with each sound even though the sight was only seen by her. "I said scrap, pay attention. Or don't, you do seem to have the same attention span as a varkid. But their items have far more versatility for reuse, Hyperion is subpar in comparison to several others actually. Cheap shortcuts hidden behind pretty but also uninspired metal casings."

Staring at the half taken apart engine block and the strew of gears and bolts on the ground around her, Gaige decided that she was probably not going to be able to get anything else out of this without having to take a torch to the thing. Tools were tossed into the metal tool case, the loud clattering being easily picked up by her com. The spare pieces that didn't remain attached to the technical went into a bag that was slung over the mechromancer’s shoulder soon after. A once over of the area to make sure she cleaned up her mess, a habit from her junk yard picking days back on Eden, and she was slowly making her way back to the building that rested in the Dust.

"Only optic sensors? Seriously?" There was actual disbelief in her voice as she wondered just how the company could consider itself a lead in the realm of robotics. Low bar apparently. Though her lips pulled back into a snarl at the insult of calling her hard work junk. That was revolutionary technology in several fields that was put together in a backyard shed by her alone. It might not be sleek and clean, but it was amazing. And it was that simple thought that brought her next question.

"So what does that say about your robots and yourself if mine is making its way through yours like they are tissue paper?" She knew there was plenty of evidence of the sheer chaos that the mechromancer and her robot caused alone in Hyperion bases. And it was clear proof in her mind just how much more superior Death Trap was to any robot.

"Smart, sure say what ever you need to help yourself sleep at night pal."

He blinked in surprise as she practically scolded him, one brow cocking right up to his hairline.

Another laugh slipped past his lips, "Nah, you caught me. The whole time you've been bitching I've been, y'know, starin' at the pile of paperwork on my desk and wondering if the dead guy's family really needs to know. You ever get that? Probably not, you're poor and don't have your own company. The thing is: I'm screwed either way. If I don't tell 'em, I just end up having some crying, hysterical spouse running around asking after them. If I do, I have to go to a meeting with the board members just so they feel like they've done something by asking me 'was there anything anyone could've done?' and me telling them the same thing over and over just so I don't have to put fifteen people out of jobs and pay a ridiculous settlement fee to the family."

He scoffed, now barely even remembering he was still talking to Gaige, "You know what I got when my wife got killed? A slap on the wrist and they told me to get back to wo-..."

Jack froze, eyes wide and he looked at the echo. Oh my god. Oh my god. Please don't be listening. Please don't be listening.

"Well, y'know, Hyperion isn't intended for reuse. Tediore's probably only good for spare parts cause you can just- y'know, shake one of their guns real hard and the parts just fall right out!" He laughed slightly, trying his absolute best to make sure the subject was well and truly steered away from his word vomit, "When you own your own company, cheap shortcuts are the only way to get everything done under budget. You're quick to bash on 'em, but if you could give your bot the exact same specs, everythin', but have him be lighter and easier to fix, wouldn't ya do it?"

"It's not just optic- No- What? Look here, kid. Why would I tell you, a dumb bandit who's out for blood she's never going to get, how exactly my robots tick and all the goodies we cram inside 'em to get 'em working as best as they can so you can steal them?" Jack, again, laughed at the mechromancer, "Or was that a sad attempt at goading me into spilling all the funky stuff we're working on? Tempting, truly, but no thanks."

A deep frown settled onto Jack's lips, "Ooh, baby, you do not want to start with telling me how many of my bots you've massacred." His eyes narrowed, "I could send a moonshot down when you're not expecting it and have it crush your little science fair project. How's that sound? Bad? Thought so."

"Alright, look, we're getting nowhere here. It's like we're insulting each other's children, for God's sake. Let's settle and just say we're both proud of our bots, even if mine are clearly superior." He huffed slightly, arms crossing over his chest and he let his feet drop back down to rest on the floor, "Just a shame you're wasting talent like that working for a bunch of bandits."

"Oh, and, please, kid. Is that coming from the girl who 'accidentally' killed one of her classmates? I'm absolutely smarter than you psychopaths." he laughed loudly, eyes returning to the tabs open on his computer, "I mean, it's incredible how hypocritical all you assholes are when you probably all have a higher kill count than I do. Y'all just stroll into my Hyperion bases and choose violence, don't ya? And every other camp you see, you run in guns blazing. Have you ever slowed down, even talked to a psycho? Granted, they talk consistent nonsense. A whole lot about meat puppets and poop trains.”

Jack grimaced slightly, “Alright, maybe psychos weren’t the best example. But,” the smile soon returned to his lips,"I just think it’s real cute y’all think you’re the good guys in this scenario. That’s all.”

#ahh im glad :)#hope this was okay!#sorry for the length it got away from me a bit haha #it could've been paradise // borderlands 2

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WARNINGS: anal plug, strap on sex. FALLINGPETALS(CinderRuby): making out. Aftercare cuddle puddle.

Hey all! Decided to update both this and "Princess And The Dragons", partly because PATD wasn't even updated correctly last time lol and partly to make up for not posting at all during November. More to come much sooner, we promise! Please visit our Carrd to stay up to date with us!

=Chapter 6

Seeing that her little puppy was spent, Winter grinned down at her. "So… did you have a good climax, Lady? Feeling all tingly?"

Very slowly, Ruby began to nod, grinning to herself contentedly. In truth, she was still seeing stars as she came down, and continued to bathe in the afterglow. Couldn’t even speak.

"Good. Now…. you can help me if you want or just relax and listen, but…" She bit her lip. "I'm not supposed to do this; it's not recommended for a Dom to confess to a sub, but I really need to get off. Immediately."

Even though she was still recovering, Ruby heard the plea. In fact, it filled her with delight, making her grin mischievously as she looked up to her Dom, and then reached out for the bag of goodies. "Let's see what we have here to help…"

A breathy little laugh escaped Winter as she watched Ruby inspecting the contents. "Oh, you might not even get that far; I'm pretty wet." Still, she was curious, so she only watched and waited to see what Ruby might come out with.

"Huh… You brought a few things tonight," she commented. One thing she brought into view for a moment was the choke collar, which was no doubt for her if they continued their pet play longer. Though she then placed that back down to bring up the other few items, such as a vibrator, then a glass tapered dildo, a regular dildo…

"Y'know what would be really cruel?" she asked, smirking lowly. "If there was a chastity belt in here…"

At that, Winter laughed, though her need still shone through the laughter. "Didn't think we'd need it here. And… I wouldn't let you put it on me, anyway. Remember, I… may be letting you get me off once, but I'm still the Dom tonight. I don't flip mid-scene."

"Fair enough…" The attempt at winding her up further was fruitless. But that didn't mean she was going to give up. She was going to help Winter, just like she first said she would. Looking back at the glass tapered dildo, she brought it into view. "These ones are more for butts, right?" she asked. "It’s so thin…"

Winter glanced at it, then laughed and fell backward. "Oh, I'd forgot I grabbed it! Yes… yes, it's for butts." Then she looked down at her again, curiously. "Did… you really want to stuff me? I was kidding before, but if you want to, by all means."

Ruby could only bite her lip nervously, looking back at the dildo again. It was certainly a lot harder than anything she had seen, completely solid. Even if she hadn't seen it herself, she was fairly sure Winter's backside could weather the treatment. After all, she said herself she had endured a lot of extremes.

"Do you want to?" she asked, holding it still. "I mean, you said you liked it."

"I do," Winter said, reaching down to slide off the bottom section of her outfit. She could have just shunted the crotch to one side, but it would have given too much interference. "Just remember how I… prepared you, and do the same for me."

"Like with the finger?" she asked. Although in that moment she looked back in the bag again for one important item. Something Winter remembered, but only seemed to have one pair of. "Oh… Gloves. Should I go bare?"

"You can reuse the other one of mine." She pointed to the pair lying on the floor. "It's only the outsides that have lube on them, so the insides should still keep your hands clean enough."

Picking up the one that had no lube present on its outside, Ruby soon slid it onto her left hand. The next task was to fetch the tube, and squeeze a small amount onto a couple of her fingers. "Oh… Do you want one or two to start? You're more used to it after all."

Both of Winter's eyes shot wide as she looked down at Ruby's face. "I… okay, you're new, it's fine. For future reference, though, you, um, can't really start with two. Or at least, it would be a pretty unique ass that could take two from the beginning."

Blushing up a storm once again, Ruby continued to coat just the one finger for a moment instead. "See, this is why I ask! I dunno if people can handle big things right away or need time, or what!"

"That's why all plugs taper," Winter laughed, but with Ruby, not at her. "To gently widen the sphincter. I mean, you can of course just ram anything in there regardless of size, but that leads to… well, let's not go down that road," she finished quietly, as if it were one she already had been down herself.

"Alright alright. Well… I think I'm ready, anyway." She displayed the thoroughly lubricated finger to get her attention again, shuffling toward her to sit at her side. "How are we gonna do this? Do you want me to sit by your side?"

"Wherever's comfortable," Winter sighed as she settled onto her back, easing her thighs apart so that Ruby could get a good view.

"Okay, right here is good." Looking down to the view below, Ruby was blushing at the sight. Winter was so wet! No wonder she was so desperate to finish, Ruby's actions had wound her up so much! Shuffling that bit further forward, she eased the finger inward…

Until it hit home, and began to circle the small ring just as she did. The effect was immediate; Winter sighed, stretching her limbs and allowing her eyes to close, obviously enjoying the advances. The muscle itself spasmed in response to Ruby's finger, a reflex more than a conscious action. In almost no time, Ruby was noticing her opening up. So much quicker and easier than she did. No doubt the sessions of doing this with other men, or even in her own time, helped. Testing the limits, she slowly pushed the finger inward more and more, testing her reaction.

"Mmmmhh, yes," she breathed softly. It wasn't quite the voice she had used when Ruby was going down on her, not that aroused and wanton, but darker, deeper. This was a woman who was most definitely at home enjoying the benefits of that orifice.

"Am I doing okay?" she asked, allowing the finger to delve in even further. What else did Winter try? That's right; she wriggled her finger as well. Curling her finger on occasion, she tested to see what effect it would have on her, lightly biting her lip in anticipation.

There was a shaky sigh this time, and Winter's stomach obviously flexed. "O-ohh, that's… well, look who's getting more adventurous!"

"So I'm doing good? That's… that's good." She grinned, now beginning to draw her finger back very slightly again. Once it was nearly out, she pushed it back inward again, at a slightly faster pace.

"Ohhh, YES! Ruby, you… really do learn fast, don't you?" Her thighs drifted yet further apart, prepared to weather the rough treatment from her sub. The smile on her face was elated, satisfied; there was no pretense about how much she wanted this.

Continuing to push her finger in and out, Ruby watched the reactions of her partner. She was so much more sure of herself than Ruby was, so much more pleased by everything. Pure entertainment.

After another minute or two, Winter licked her dry lips and breathed, "You… could either use two now, or… move on to that glass plug. Whichever you're more interested in."

But Ruby was still mesmerised by how easily her finger went in and out. It was oddly hypnotic to watch how the skin moved around her digit, dragging slightly with each exit. Eventually, she drew her finger out… only to add a second finger with it, gradually pushing it inside with her first one, and watching again how the skin adapted.

"A-aaaAAAHH! Oh yeah, wow, that's so much! Mmm…" Though she had seized, she then quickly fell back with her eyes half-open, just letting the sensation wash over her.

"Oh Winter… You look so good," she encouraged, continuing to push in and out of her body and widening her all the more. "How does this feel? Like… d-does it feel good?"

"It really does," Winter said in a voice of ill-concealed desire. "I've… loved having my ass played with for… years now." Then she smirked at the sub. "How does it feel for you, doing it to me?"

"It feels tight," she described to her, continuing to thrust her fingers in and out. "So very tight… No wonder you like this so much."

The Dom nodded down at her, flexing her hindmuscles around the two fingers so that Ruby could feel. "It's a powerful sensation… not quite like having my cunt touched, but still interesting. Still enjoyable for me."

"Like you have to tell me, after today!" She smiled, finally beginning to draw her fingers out slowly as she looked back to the glass tapered dildo. It was time. "Okay… Want me to do what you did? Quickly replace my fingers with the plug?"

"Yes," she said immediately. "The ass begins to close up if you don't act quickly, so then all that work your fingers did would go to waste. That's why I did it the way I did."

"Alright then. Let me just…. uh…." That was a dilemma. While she was holding two fingers still inside, she only had one hand to work with. And realised she had forgotten a crucial step. "I forgot to lube the dildo…"

Smiling sweetly, she said, "It's alright. Since we're not having a hardline session or anything, I can hold it while you lube it up. I don't mind."

Her hand raised, waiting. Passing it over to Winter, she took the lube in her hand once it was free, instead. With her help, she was able to squeeze a healthy amount onto the length of it, trying to coat as many of the ridges as possible. But that didn't mean she was going to stop teasing, and she began to wriggle her fingers inside the muscle again. Which nearly made Winter drop the implement, but she didn't; she was able to writhe under Ruby's ministrations and maintain her grip at the same time. Truly a woman who knew how to multitask.

But Ruby only smirked mischievously again when seeing how Winter was starting to struggle. Setting the lube to one side, she took the dildo from her. "You're really eager for this… Is it just because my finger is in your butt? Or me in general?"

"A… little of both," Winter replied breathlessly, smiling up at her sub as she began to shift her hips from side to side, just enough to increase the sensation. "You're learning so fast…"

It slightly tugged at Ruby's heart strings to hear. Especially when she had plans to be moving on soon to find a different Dom. She was yet to tell Winter that step. But she had to admit… "I have a great teacher." With another wriggle of her finger, she held the dildo close. "Okay, I'm gonna switch soon, ready?"

Nodding, the Dom looked up at her, eyes almost as challenging as they were full of desire. "I can take it."

"Okay. Here we… Go!" Within a few seconds, she drew her fingers back out again, and suddenly pushed the dildo up against her muscles instead. Just as easily, Winter’s body took it, accepting the first inch into her ass with no resistance. Just up to the same amount as her finger was in for now.

"OHHH!" It was almost more of a growl than a moan, and Winter sucked in air through her teeth afterward. But then she relaxed, eyes heavy-lidded as she grew more accustomed to the size and shape of it.

"There we go…" Mesmerised once more, Ruby watched as she pushed more of the object in, observing as her skin adapted to the various ridges of its shape. Once past the first one, she continued to push more, watching it widen over the changing surface .

"Oh… This is so weird… How does it feel? With all those waves?"

Tossing her head back and forth, Winter finally managed to concentrate enough to whisper, "So good… I… love this one." Her legs raised up, and one of the boot heels balanced on Ruby's shoulder, helping to open her up more to the efforts.

Grinning to herself, Ruby only continued to push it in further, watching in amazement as it went in and out, in and out. No wonder she liked this one, with the amount of ridges her body had to adapt to, it must feel a pure delight. With her free hand, she slowly stroked Winter's legs, trying to entice her all the more.

"W-wait," Winter breathed with a shaky laugh. "Mmm, that's really good, but… when you're through teasing me, you sh- you should leave it in."

"Leave it- o-oh…." Pausing for a moment, but still holding one end to make sure it didn't go anywhere, she double checked. "Are you sure? I mean, what if it gets stuck or something?"

Again, Winter laughed. "That's the idea. It's called a 'plug' for a reason, you know." Then she licked her lips. "And I can get it out later, don't worry."

"Oh… I'm an idiot," she quietly chastised herself, looking downward in embarrassment. But thankfully, Winter never held it against her, so she simply got right back to work. Pushing the end of it further and further in, she watched the rest of it's length sink inside, until…

It was fully inside, sitting easily within her. The sigh was not just one of relief, it was also full of a deep contentment. This wasn't strange to Winter at all; she felt fully at home with a length of glass holding itself inside of her back door. Resting there, refusing to budge.

"Yes, Ruby… thank you."

"Wow… you took it so easy…" Though realising that could possibly have a rude implication, she suddenly stuttered instead, holding a hand up. "I-I mean as in, you must really enjoy this! Gosh… do you prefer this to the… status quo?"

"Not necessarily," Winter sighed, shifting her hips from side to side. "But I do enjoy it quite a lot, to be sure. It's… comforting, and exciting at the same time. That probably sounds ridiculous, though."

"No no, I think I get it…" Though she tilted her head, observing the flared end of the plug that was still poking out of her. "At least… I might get it. Eventually… I'll bet if you said it to Blake or whoever else goes here, they'll get it." Unable to help herself, she reached down toward the base again. And gave one end a rather firm poke. "So you don't want it going in and out?"

Though Winter did shiver, she answered easily enough, "Not now that it's firmly in there. Although… I wanted to ask if you wanted to try something else. You can say no, if you like; not a problem."

"What is it?" She tilted her head, curious to see what else Winter had planned for their venture.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

Although her cheeks flushed red once more, she had to ask, "That's not what I'm doing?"

"Well, you are," Winter went on, hips still shifting back and forth slightly, the wetness of her lower lips catching the light. "But… I meant with either one of those dildoes, or the strap-on. Really fuck me hard. I'm primed and ready, and this will be an easy opportunity for you to check this experience off your list."

Suddenly the poor sub’s eyes snapped open wide. Winter hadn't even used the strap on for her at all yet, but now she was asking Ruby to use it? The tables really had turned this evening! "Wow… I-I mean… I would but.. a-are you sure? Can you handle that?"

All Winter did by way of response was raise an eyebrow.

"Well… Okay so you've handled more than that… dumb Ruby." But again, Ruby hesitated. She only looked at the bag for a while longer, continuing to debate. "Are you completely sure? Cause I mean… I'm a sub, doesn't this change the role?"

"Haven't you ever heard of a 'power bottom'?" Winter laughed. "But honestly, I'm just… so hot right now, I couldn't care less. Plus, the whole point of this arrangement is to show you how things work. Even if it's by you being on top. We can switch roles another time."

"Wow… you really want me to do this." She looked down at Winter's form again, and to the wetness between her legs. It was true, she was truly aching to be fucked, and fucked hard. How could she ever resist? So Ruby fetched the bag, rummaging through the items to pull out the strap on. "Well, guess I can't disappoint!"

The grin from the Dom was wide and eager. "Ohhh, yes. Yes, that definitely won't disappoint me in the slightest." Then she said much more reasonably, "And you won't, even if you're 'not good' at first; this is a teaching session now. I'll help you learn what to do and where to do it."

"Well, I'd better get this on, then." Giving herself a small nod of reassurance, she slid her legs through the straps, pulling the device up her legs as though it was a pair of underwear. Once at the top, she reached to tighten it in place, and then sat back to look at the new, large presence between her legs.

"J-just so you know…" She swallowed. The sheer size of it! And Winter wanted her to use this on her! The tables truly had turned completely, and Ruby's cheeks only got brighter. "I mean, it's probably obvious, b-but I've never used one of these before."

Since they had already discussed Ruby's inexperience, all Winter did was let out a small gasp of mock-surprise, one dainty, leather-covered hand at her mouth. To which in response, Ruby scowled, pulling up the sides again just to make sure it was fully in line.

"Ha-hah, very funny." Gently lowering Winter's leg from her shoulder, she shuffled over to change her position. Instead, she climbed on top of her, lining up the end of the shaft with the entrance to her sex. And for a moment longer, she teased again, brushing it right against the folds.

"Ohhhhh," Winter cooed, reaching up to perch her hands on Ruby's shoulders as she was ground against. "Mmmm, yeah, I'm so ready…"

"I can almost feel you." And she could. The way the length so easily slipped and slid over the folds could be felt against the base, right up against her crotch. Winter was ready and waiting, and she didn't want to disappoint any longer. With one hand, she supported herself against the ground, making sure to keep herself a comfortable distance. And with the other, she held the length, moving and adjusting it until it lined up with her entrance.

And once there, she pushed it in.

"Mmhhhhh!" Winter moaned, back arching off the floor as she was breached, feeling it slide in fluidly all the way to the hilt. Ruby was certainly wasting no time! Her eyes flew wide open as she weathered the intensity of the sensations, felt her body stretch to readily, thirstily accept its entirety.

It was a strange sensation. Even though she couldn't feel the warmth around herself, it was almost as if she could feel how accepting Winter was of the length from how easy the movement was. Drawing her hips back once more, she pushed forward again and again, staring down at Winter's ice blue eyes to watch her reaction.

"F-fuck… FUCK!" Winter gasped as she was entered over and over, head thrown back and eyes wide. "I'm s-so… full! There's so much inside of me! Ruby!"

Ruby could only move her hands to Winter's shoulders instead, holding her in support as she continued to fuck her harder and faster. Now that she knew Winter could handle all this, and practically feel herself that she was welcoming it, she was confident enough to pick up the pace. Already her own breath was peaking as she grinned; she knew she was doing a good job.

Very quickly, it became apparent that the Dom was becoming a complete mess. Thrashing back and forth, legs widening and breath coming faster. Even her tongue was hanging out by that point, so complete was her inability to articulate what was happening to her at her apprentice’s whim. And Ruby noticed, and could only smirk to herself. No wonder this was a position of power that Winter enjoyed on a few occasions; seeing someone come undone through the mere movement of her hips was astounding.

Testing how far Winter would let her get away with it, she whispered, "Look at you… pretty much sweating bullets down there." She leant in toward her further, continuing the brutal pace. "I'm driving you crazy, aren't I? Crazier than you've ever felt?"

The smile she shot Ruby was a deeply satisfied one; a fierce look of pride. Then she moaned, "Ohhhh, YES! Driving me insane! And I want more of it - more of you! Torture my cunt, it n-needs you!"

It was so strange to hear Winter talking so unhinged and eager. Especially when before she was so calm and composed in comparison. The fiercely blushing Ruby could only give in, trying to give her exactly what she wanted. Using Winter's shoulders for leverage, she pushed her firmly against the ground as she gave it her all, continually pounding that tight sex of hers with as much energy and speed as she could muster. She was determined to get Winter off no matter what.

Again, her head fell back and she allowed her mouth to hang open as Ruby ramped up her speed, as the friction inside her wet sex grew until she couldn't stand it – and she put up with even more, let her keep going. The climax was nearing, it was almost there! Meanwhile, her other two hands came up to touch lightly against Ruby's forearms, as if completing a circuit between them.

"Don't hold back," her sub begged, continuing to thrust hard while panting for her own breath. "Come… l-like I did for you! I wanna… make you come!"

All Winter could do was nod, not even able to form a coherent response. Digging in with her nails, she moaned, arching her back…

And felt pleasure explode within her. The twin sensations of being rammed into over and over while the presence in her ass maintained itself were too much, and she felt it running from tits to toes, screaming so much that it mixed with the echoes of the previous screams.

Incredible! Ruby could even feel her clamping onto it through the harness! Finally, she was sure she had given Winter an orgasm just as powerful as the ones she had given to her in the past, and all thanks to a simple plug in her rear end.

Talking of which; while she was still high from her gradually fading orgasm, she reached down to give it a very small tug against the muscles, hoping it would not only help loosen it for later, but make her high last that bit longer.

"O-ohhh!" Winter gasped out in surprise, spasming all over. "That's- Ruby, you kinky little puppy! Shit, that's so good, mmm…"

Not only did it make her sex clamp down again, but clearly, her hindmuscles were flexing against the other implement. Tugging at it yet again, she smirked. Having slowed her thrusting down to a complete stop, all she continued to do was tease with it, pulling and twisting in various ways. "Want me to take it out, Mistress?"

And her Dom smiled up at her, and delivered a somewhat unexpected response: "No."

"…Huh?" Immediately she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, slowly bringing the length back out of her at least. Releasing the plug, she asked, "How come? I mean… you got what you wanted, right?"

"Because I want to wear it," Winter half-sighed with a small shiver from being exited… in one area, anyway. "It's… a symbol of pride, I suppose; from my sub's first time on top. Besides the fact that I enjoy the sensation, even beyond this main session."

"I… o-oh." Completely red, Ruby looked down at Winter wide-eyed. It had more or less become a souvenir of sorts, a symbol that Winter wanted to keep a part of her even when the session was over. That filled Ruby with more joy than she cared to admit in front of Winter.

But as well as that, it made what was possibly coming harder. When she had been so sure she was going to leave Winter tonight, try out a new Dom, she was now unsure. Everything about their evening had been wonderful, and she wasn't sure she would ever get that treatment from another. Nor did she want to hurt her Dom's feelings. Deciding it best to say nothing for tonight, she simply looked down at the harness, asking, "Then, do you mind if I take this off? It's… weird seeing myself with a dick."

That caused Winter to giggle, and she said, "Of course not, silly! And… we don't have to put it on you again, anyway. I just thought you might want the practice in case you were asked to in a future encounter." Sitting up at last, she added with a smirk, "And might I say, you did very well your first try. Very, very well."

The smile on Ruby’s face never faded, even as she slid the harness down her legs and off completely. Once that was done, she could finally zip back up the open bottom of her outfit, sealing it off completely from any potential further contact. She had been sated.

"I'm glad," she spoke with glee, holding the harness in her hand. "Is there anywhere we can wash this? It's obviously kinda… soggy."

"Oh, um, I usually have some grocery bags in there for that. You know, to keep whatever toy from dirtying everything else until we can wash it." Her smile turned cunning, even if clearly only teasing. "We could put the tail in there, or… give it another try…"

Right away, Ruby's face went red again. Eyes widening, she began to stutter all over again. "I-I… Uh…"

"Kidding, kidding! We'll try it again someday." Picking up the tail herself, she nipped it into one of the previously-crumpled plastic bags and tied it off. "There. Out of sight, out of mind."

Put at ease by Winter's insistence, she smiled joyfully, grabbing one of the bags for herself to put the harness and strap on inside and nip it back into the bag of tricks. "So, I was thinking about having a look around… like, get to know a few more people, maybe even some of the other subs?"

"Oh?" Winter looked vaguely disappointed, but not to the point of sadness or anything. Smiling, she picked up the sack as she pushed to standing, wincing a little from the plug still lodged in her body. "Y-yes, that's fine. I might see about joining Glynda in the tub, or just look in on the other rooms. Um… can you hand me the bottom half of this getup? Bending over right now would be… difficult."

"Huh? Oh! Right." It was very tempting for Ruby to simply ask her to bend over regardless, but that would be too cruel. Fetching the leather underwear from where she threw them, she assisted in putting them on so she wouldn't be too uncomfortable. "Are you sure you wanna walk around the club with… that in you?"

"Wouldn't be the first time," she chuckled, adjusting the garment and shivering now and again. "Mmhhh… yes, that's quite nice." Noticing Ruby's dazed expression, she dipped her head slightly. "Sorry, you… I suppose you didn't want to see your Dom doing anything subby, did you? That's my fault. But once you didn't want to take the plug, things sort of naturally became less about scenes and more about just, playing around. Right?"

"Yeah… Yeah exactly." And she had to admit, although it was unusual to find her Dom in such a reverse of circumstances, it did get her rather hot under the expensive collar. Which made her remember, she was still in the pet play outfit. "Am I allowed to walk around like this if I'm not playing?"

"Of course! Whatever makes you comfortable." Then she shrugged and added, "It's not as if you have anything else to wear in here. So, unless you're ready to go streaking…"

"NO! Nope, I-I'm good! I just… yeah, just wondered." Shrugging herself, she headed to the door instead, holding her hand on the handle to be ready to leave. "I guess I'll meet up with you later when it's time to go?"

Waving with a pleasant expression, she replied, “Yep! I’ll see you around the club!”

"Have fun with Glynda!" That was the last thing she said before she shut the door behind her.

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Well, you wussed out of that one…

That was the unfortunate train of thought Ruby was riding once she started to head back down the stairs to the main scene room again. She didn't even check to see if anyone else had left the viewing windows open just yet, as she was more interested in finding someone else to play with. Something to distract her from thinking she had failed.

Maybe it'll be easier to tell her over lunch or something, she thought, re-entering the scene room. Probably for the best, then there's no awkwardness of doing it right after we screwed. Like, who does that, anyway?! Super mean!

However, that train of thought was cut off when she thought she heard someone calling out to her, and glanced around. “Yoohoo!” called the raven-haired woman from earlier, locks swooped down to cover one of her eyes as she waggled her fingers in Ruby’s direction. “Little puppy!”

Curiosity resurfaced again. Winter said she wasn't overly fond of this woman, and she had no idea why. But that didn't mean she couldn't be polite, at least. Smiling back warmly, she made her way across the room toward her, giving a shy wave back.

"H-Hi!"

"Are you lost?" One hand reached out, caressing Ruby's neck teasingly before it trailed down to lift the little metal tag to get a better look at it. "'Lady'? Where's your master?"

Ruby couldn't help but shudder at the soft fingers caressing her so soon after her orgasm. This Dom was very confident, possibly even moreso than Winter herself. Swallowing and trying to remain just as confident, she said, "Our session finished, so I guess I'm just… wandering around."

The woman smiled, and it was both indulgent and sinister in the same moment. Amazing how she could pull that off. "Your master seems to trust her puppy. Either that, or she doesn't take good enough care of you." Her index finger slipped underneath her sparkling collar, tugging Ruby forward by force. "I'm Cinderella."

Uncertain eyes stared back into the fiery amber ones of 'Cinderella'. She had to resist the temptation to quiver; that would be giving away too much of her personal feelings. "Nice to meet you." She tried to keep smiling, even though the woman could probably scent her fear. "I-I'm… Well, my name seems to be Lady right now."

"Yes, it is." The hand then ran down Ruby's chest, gliding over her hip and lingering there. "Lady, would you like to play with me? If your master is… otherwise occupied."

Her breathing had began to hitch up already. The overwhelming confidence was both scary… and very, very attractive. Cinderella was certainly going to throw her into the deep end, it seemed. That was what she wanted, right? Winter had 'trained' her to be ready for others, others who would be rougher and harsher. And there couldn't be a safer place to try in the middle of the Clamp.

"Y-Yeah," she at first muttered, but then instead spoke louder. "Yeah, why not?"

The woman's firm-looking lips stretched into a smile. "Good." Then she pulled her entire body close, flush up against her own. Her expression remained unchanged, as if she had done nothing out of the ordinary. "Do you do kissing in play?"

Kissing was something she knew how to do, and something she had the most confidence in. "Yeah… I can do that."

As it turned out, Cinderella didn't ask twice. Her lips crashed into Ruby's a moment later, kneading and suckling at the bottom one. They were far hungrier than Winter's tended to be, moved faster, pushed in harder.

"MFF!" Forced into a deep kiss, Ruby made sure to give back as good as she got. Gnawing and biting at times, she already felt the woman's tongue brushing against hers. The hands grasping at her shoulders pulled her in tight, and Ruby felt all of her methods of escape disappearing.

But it seemed this wasn't going to be a brief contact. The kiss stretched on for another ten seconds before a tongue began to press in between Ruby's lips, using no small amount of pressure to let its presence be known. Ruby only continued to try and give back, trying to grasp at her temporary partner's shoulders for purchase; that was until Cinderella grabbed them just as hard, pinning her hands down and out of the way so she was helpless. There was no stopping her tongue, it seemed, which slid between Ruby’s teeth and sought out her own, sliding over it greedily and taking as it pleased. The Dom’s body began to rub up and down very gently, the studs belting the woman’s slight bosom gouging at the sub’s through her furry suit.

"Hmmm… Mmm…" It was difficult to figure out whether or not Ruby was moaning in pleasure, or grunting from the sheer overstimulation. Probably both. Still, she was in no mood to fight it, and only continued to kiss back and indulge in the moment.

Little did she know their moment would be witnessed.

"Listen," Cinderella cooed at last when she drew away from Ruby's mouth, both of them panting. "If you don't have to go wag your tail for your owner, why don't you come upstairs with me? I bet I can housebreak you."

Wow, that was quick. Ruby was impressed with herself; she had managed to get herself another Dom to play with right away, and not even half an hour after her session! And yet…

Something was holding her back. She didn’t know why, but 'Lady' couldn't shake the feeling in her stomach that something was wrong with this sudden arrangement. While she felt needy and eager for the rough treatment, she was just as equally troubled by the actions, unsure of whether or not to take the offer. To disregard Winter’s warning.

"U-um… Well, I guess I c-could…"

The woman's smile was dark and pleased. "Excellent. I still have a room prepared from my last appointment. Care to step this way?"

But as they turned toward the staircase, they hadn't made it more than a single step when they saw both Winter and Blake Belladonna barring their way. The latter was wearing an outfit not unlike Ruby's, though it seemed to be that of a black cat with a grey underbelly, and black high heels with tufts of fur on top rather than paw-socks. A large golden jingle hung from her red collar. Somehow, none of that took away from the commanding, displeased expression on her face.

"Lady, heel," Winter commanded, pointing down at her own boots. She didn't take her eyes of Cinderella.

Ruby looked back and forth between her temporary master and Winter, with widened eyes and a slightly more fearful expression. Not from what Cinderella was about to do this time, but from fear of disappointing Winter herself. She didn't know what to do other than stand here, looking back and forth between the two.

"Clearly, she doesn't belong to you anymore," her new Dom purred silkily, reaching up to caress the back of Ruby's head. "Poor Princess… can't keep her pets in line."

"Lady," Winter said again, voice quick and razor-sharp, like the crack of a whip. "Heel."

Clearly this was more serious. Although she didn't want to insult a potential new Dom, she didn't want to anger Winter any further than she already was. Giving a pained smile to Cinderella in apology, she stepped forward to Winter – and as commanded, sank down to her knees once at her side.

"Good girl," she murmured. Then her eyes, flinty hard, raised up to glare at Cinderella, who was frowning with her arms folded over her chest now that she had lost her new plaything.

"What?"

"You know ‘what’. Sub-poaching is a pretty deceptive thing to do, and even worse when you know the other Dom wouldn't take kindly to it in this case."

Cinderella laughed, a low chuckle of derision. "And what makes you think you own this sub? What right do you have to her? We all know you're a mediocre Dom, at best; and she's a free woman."

"If being a mediocre Dom means you don't leave your subs in the cold when they need aftercare," Blake shot at the woman, "then I'd rather a mediocre one like Winter be on top of me than you any day."

Ruby was listening all along. Sub-poaching? So Winter really didn't want her to find anyone else from the sounds of it. Even if she wasn't feeling completely at ease by this mysterious woman's intentions, Winter wasn't even going to let her try for herself. They would be discussing that later for sure.

But when she heard the latter part, she froze up again. No one would really be that cruel, would they? Even though Ruby enjoyed cuddling after a session, surely not everyone wanted the same, right? It had to be a misunderstanding.

"H-hey, it's my fault. Don't blame her, I just wanted to see what she was doing."

"There, you see?" Cinderella agreed with her, spreading her hands wide. "Your little dog wanted to enjoy a turn with a more competent master, that's all. I wasn't going to steal her fro-"

"You were, and you know it," Winter growled, vibrating with anger even as she brushed her fingers along the crown of Ruby's head. "Everyone knows about your oily way of turning subs against their other Doms if you take a shine to them. You'd start small, just commenting on how I don't do this well, or how I'm 'too this' or 'too that', but… Lady, after a few sessions she would be telling you how I can't do those things at all in comparison to her. And before you know it, you're all alone in her house, sobbing because she pushed you somewhere you weren't ready, and all she'll do is order you to leave before you 'stain her carpet with such ugly tears'."

Beginning to listen that much more seriously, Ruby seemed to sink closer to the ground, hunching her shoulders again as she looked back to Cinder from Winter. While she wanted to experience another Dom, it seemed she had chosen the wrong one. The last thing she wanted was a session where she would be kicked out before she was ready.

Already feeling nervous again, she looked to the ground, and instead muttered, "I wanna go home now."

"We'll all go," Blake spoke up softly, still glaring at Cinderella.

"Fine," the raven-haired Dom snapped shortly. "She seems weak, anyway. You always prey on the weakest. I expect more strength from my subs - more than this, anyway." Turning toward the rest of the scene room, she cast back over her shoulder, "Let me know if you ever grow a spine, Lady."

That comment made her feel smaller than she could ever make herself physically. And it showed. All Lady could do was continue to stare at the ground with shrugged shoulders, unable to even bear looking up toward her master or Blake. She felt too humiliated.

The two upright women led the forlorn Ruby down the stairs and into the landing. However, instead of turning toward the bar, they went back to a door that was just past the two for the restrooms. Another set of stairs there led down into the basement - or, as Winter had called it earlier, the "recovery lounge".

"We'll spend a little time down here," Winter more muttered than said. "As long as we need."

Now that she was on her feet again, Ruby took a moment to take a good look around. The best word to describe it was soft. From one corner to the next, the ground was lined with mattresses and cushions, a softer, more welcoming service for people after a particularly hard session. On the floors were a few beanbags for people to sit and chat if a plush bed wasn't their preference. Thankfully, there were only a couple of people in the room to one side, so the area was mostly private.

"Anywhere you like," Winter said, standing just behind Ruby, a hand on her shoulder. "Take one of the beds, they're quite comfortable."

Ruby still wasn't up for speaking. She instead just nodded, wandering slowly toward the bed on the furthest side from the couple already present. There was plenty of room. Winter and Blake joined her, sitting on either side of her and gradually leaning her backward with their hands, supporting her back all the way until she was laying down. Then they curled around both of her sides, hands rubbing in small circles on her stomach. Neither of them spoke, only giving Ruby quiet comfort.

Though it was appreciated, Ruby still said nothing. She only continued to stare at the ceiling in deep thought. In a small amount of time, a lot had happened. She had a session, had been about to have another, only to learn that she had narrowly escaped a possibly scarring experience from a cruel Dom. But the thing that bothered her the most wasn't something that either of the two women would expect.

"Am I spineless?"

Both of them began to whisper and murmur things like "No, of course not" and "You're just fine" at once, neither of them making their voices very loud. It seemed to be that this wasn't their first visit to the lounge, and they had done similar for someone before – or had it done for them. It was a very comfortable atmosphere, with or without the two there to comfort her. That was probably why they were keeping their voices down, to maintain the soothing atmosphere.

Taking that into account, she continued in a much more hushed tone, "But… Cinderella said I was. Shouldn't I have just gone with her to prove I'm not?"

"Don't think that for a minute," Winter whispered softly as Blake snuggled her face between Ruby's neck and shoulder. "A spineless sub wouldn't have resisted the plug upstairs. You wanted to go with her to see what she could do for you, and… I'd like to think you didn't because you trust me more."

"I do trust you. But…" Seemed there wasn't much hiding of it anymore. Sighing, Ruby eventually looked down up at her. "Wasn't the point of our sessions that it’s training? Working myself up to more intense sessions so I'm ready for different Doms?"

"Of course. It's my fault for not elaborating when I told you she wasn't one you wanted to 'test' yourself with; I was hoping just telling you she was less than ideal would be enough, but from your perspective…" She sighed, snuggling closer. "I'm sorry."

"Is that stuff true?" That was something she wanted to get out of the way first. The other woman didn't exactly defend herself when the accusation was brought up, nor did she accept it fully. But still, Ruby had to know in a way that wasn't biased. "If I picked some other Dom and went upstairs with them, you would have been okay with that?"

Winter looked at her in some surprise at the near-accusation. "I would have. We always discussed that you would look around for more Doms, from day one. I think we did today, in fact, didn't we?"

"Well… I mentioned about coming downstairs to look around, but…" She found herself shrugging her shoulders. This was a slightly more awkward subject with Blake keeping them company. But she had to try her best. "I wasn't gonna tell you outta nowhere because I didn't know if you'd be offended if I did look…"

Even with Blake right there, she kissed Ruby's cheek tenderly. "I'm sorry if I made you feel that way, even inadvertently. Our agreement all along has been for me to train you, get your pretty feet wet. I…" Sighing, she glanced at Blake, indecisive for a moment, then went on boldly. "Perhaps you and I were doing a lot of sessions together, and I got used to having you around. Started thinking our arrangement might continue – but I didn't mean for you to think we were exclusive, or that I would stop you from trying out other Doms. I promise!"

Finally Ruby was starting to calm down again properly. Hearing that she hadn't offended Winter was such a relief to her that she couldn't even describe. And then there was how she felt about things. Winter clearly wanted their play to keep going, and enjoyed Ruby's company. She went out of her way to protect her, something that most Doms with their arrangement might not do. And even after she went against her wishes and approached Cinderella, she was still cuddling her, still kissing her face.

If she didn't know any better… she would consider Winter perhaps felt the same as her. Unable to help herself, she finally allowed herself to nuzzle against her master's side.

"There, there," Winter whispered, kissing the top of her head as Blake automatically curled around Ruby's back. "You haven't done anything wrong. I just had to order you back to me so you'd know I was very serious, that you needed to get away from her immediately so I could have time later to explain why."

Softly sniffling, Ruby pressed her face right into Winter's neck. While the furry outfit was warm enough, the warmth from the two women wrapped around her was more comforting than anything else she could think of. If only Penny were somewhere in this cuddling mix, then she would truly be in heaven.

"Is that what she did to you?" Ruby asked quietly. "I know you said you go for male doms, but… how do you know this?"

Winter grew silent. After a moment, Blake took up the slack, her hand coming up to caress Winter's shoulder as she spoke; offering comfort to two of them at once. "Most of us subs or switches have been burned by her at some point. If Glynda's upstairs, you should talk to her; she got a lot nastier with her than she did with the rest of us."

"You too?" Ruby managed to turn slightly to ask, blinking in surprise. So this woman had quite the reputation for wreaking havoc on her subs, and Blake and Winter had managed to spare her that fate. Still looking down toward bottom of the bed, she tried to look on the more humourous side. "Out of all the people here, I have to go and pick Cinderella, huh? Typical me."

The two taller women exchanged a glance. Then Winter asked very delicately, "Did you pick her, though? Did you really?"

"Well…" Looking back up nervously again, she shrugged her shoulders. "She called 'Puppy' and I came, I guess?"

"Exactly. Cin's always on the lookout for new subs; she knows no one here is going to recommend her to a sub. So she has to keep her eyes open, find one who looks new or inexperienced."

"A classic predator," Blake breathed. "And honestly, there are worse Doms, ones who don't go by the book… she's just too emotionally detached to be trusted."

Ruby squirmed. "So she does go by the book, is what you're saying? Just she misses the aftercare part?"

"That's about right," Winter said. "So if you're a five-star sub with a dozen years of servitude under your belt, you'll probably have a great experience with her. Otherwise…"

"Otherwise you'll find yourself sobbing on her doorstep if you ever have a moment where you can't continue," Blake said. "She's fine if you tell her you need a moment alone, even though she acts like you're 'weak' for doing so. But she will leave and come back. If you need the session to stop…"

"Prepare to be kicked out of her home, or the room if you're here. She's not kind about it in the slightest."

"That's putting it lightly."

The last words didn’t come from anyone in the bed. Those three were so busy in their cuddling they hadn't noticed Glynda was stood at the end of the mattress. Now dressed in a more suitable skirt, shirt and jacket combo, she had just come out from the changing rooms. Given that her hair was still wet, she hadn't long ago gotten out of the tub.

"If you're talking about who I think you're talking about," she added.

"Queen Bitch herself," Winter sighed, nodding both left and right. "Pick a side, any side."

"I'll stick with you, Princess. Not that I dislike you, Blake; very nice outfit, by the way." Setting her bag of belongings down at the end of the bed, she climbed onto it just behind Winter. Joining in with what seemed to be becoming a cuddle pile, she allowed her hand to slide across Winter's stomach as she nuzzled up to her from behind.

But as Ruby remained in her position, still occasionally pushing up to Winter while also smiling at the closeness of Blake, she tried to look to their new addition. What sort of stories could she tell? Did she even dare ask?

"You can have a turn now, if you want," Blake prompted with a slight smile. "We weren't going into detail. Or you don't have to if you're not comfortable, Snowmane."

"Yeah, they said you got burned more than they did,” Ruby uttered. “Did she just leave you without doing aftercare?"

The nervousness in her voice was something Glynda could clearly detect. Ruby didn't want to be asking her this anymore than she particularly wanted to answer. "Cinderella is a manipulative, unfeeling sociopath who gets a kick out of seeing others suffer. Both physically and emotionally. And while some people like to be on the receiving end of that, she has no respect for boundaries. She'll keep pushing and pushing and pushing until you're forced to use whatever humiliating phrase she gives you to make it stop."

The hand that wasn't on Winter's stomach took a handful of the plush surface on top of the mattress. All the other girls could do was listen. Blake and Winter had both heard the story before, but this was all new for their youngest friend.

"If she even acknowledges you say it. Sometimes, when you're at her house, she can have very selective hearing… It can take quite a few tries at saying ‘Uncle’ before she actually realises you can't go on anymore." Looking down in shame, she took a deep breath. "It took its toll on me, I couldn't come back into this building for weeks, let alone allow myself to trust another Dom after that."

"Which is why she’s been after me to Dom her for so long," Winter whispered, reaching over her shoulder to caress Glynda's head and cheek. "I have sort of a reputation as a 'soft Dom', that I don't push enough, don't get rough enough. That's fine with me, since I prefer being a sub in the first place, but… I expect that she wanted someone like me to help her get past the fear."

"In the end, it was you that convinced me to come back, and you recommended me a few other, more reputable switches later. Now I'm more or less back to how I was - a little wiser, of course."

What was more surprising for Ruby wasn't what Glynda had gone through, as unfortunate as it was; it was how Winter had seemed to go the extra mile to get her back to herself again. This time a few years ago, she and Blake saw firsthand what Winter's own actions almost did to a member of her family, who was also a member of the queer community. But now, in direct contrast, here she was getting involved with all different people, helping them heal from the scars that others had left them. It was a truly pleasant surprise, and one that could only make her smile.

"I'd rather have someone who knows what it's like on the sub-end than someone who's purely a Dom, anyway," Ruby whispered. Winter smiled down at her, kissing her cheek tenderly. Almost affectionately. Before she could speak, however, Blake cleared her throat.

"You know… I don't think I could do anything sexual, because of my past with your sister. But if you just wanted practice being a pet, um… I could take your leash a couple of times."

Managing to turn slightly just so she could look at Blake, there was a small, yet mischievous grin on her face. "Really? Wouldn't a cat walking a dog just be like, against some kinda natural law?"

"I didn't mean today," she chuckled, smiling fondly at her. "But hey, it's up to you. Just thought I'd offer."

"Or I could walk both of you," Winter said easily, purposefully tracing her index fingertip over both of their cheeks. "Has been quite some time since I've been in charge of more than one sub at once. Which, I know, defeats the purpose of you finding new Doms; just sounds like potential fun."

Yet again Ruby's cheeks were lighting up. There was the possibility of a threesome now? She didn't know how, if at all, she could handle that. Rather than give a straight answer, she instead nuzzled her head forward into Winter's neck, groaning in embarrassment.

"That is true," Blake said in a reasonable tone of voice, as if they were discussing the weather. "I said I wouldn't be too comfortable banging Ruby, not that we couldn't both be banged by the same person…"

Winter kissed Ruby's cheek again, very lovingly and sweet, even as she said, "Strap-on for her, my tongue for you… could be interesting. I do enjoy the occasional pussy."

Against Winter, Ruby could easily be heard chuckling faintly. It wasn't until Winter leant in to listen she could hear Ruby mumbling, "You're giving Yang a run for her money with that pun."

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Dancetale Soriel

Genre: friendship, hurt/comfort (mostly comfort) Pairings: Soriel Rating: G POV: Toriel, Sans AU: based on Dancetale @dancetale by teandstars and sterrenschijnselsterrenschijnsel

@sorielweek. Day 4: Dance. I actually wrote this in February, but it’s been sitting in my google docs for almost 6 months because I was gonna add some more to it. It’s actually not dependent on the other scene I wanted to add and stands pretty solidly on its own, so I decided to take this opportunity to post it at last, since today’s Soriel Week theme is “Dance” and that, coincidentally, is exactly what this is about.

I’d also like to thank @antarestyl for giving me this idea. Dunno if you remember, since this conversation happened 6 months ago.

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Everyone always said Toriel and Asgore were made for each other. They were both boss monsters and shared the same dance style. Waltz. Filling in for each other's weaknesses in both dancing and ruling the Kingdom, they made a fantastic team. That wasn't even mentioning how sickeningly affectionate they were, even in public. Toriel and Asgore always seemed to be in perfect sync. Until they weren't.

In the ruins, no one else could waltz with Toriel. Her size and former status were already intimidating enough, and the long, graceful steps of her dancing didn't help. All of the residents either couldn't keep up or were afraid of being squashed by her large feet. Making friends in her new old home seemed nearly impossible. She felt so completely isolated.

When the humans fell, they would dance with her, and she'd feel alive again, but they always left. And then she was alone again. It almost hurt more, getting a small taste of interaction only to have it snatched away almost immediately. Even so, it kept her going, kept her flame burning just a little.

The last human had come through so long ago, though, and Toriel was feeling smothered in loneliness. No matter how brightly the fire in her hearth burned, she could still feel the darkness closing in on her soul. She was on the brink of giving up, already doing her chores with glassy eyes, just going through the motions. At night, she would lie in bed and stare at the ceiling in her bedroom until it was time once again to get up.

As a boss monster with no child, she was destined to live forever. She would never "fall down" like a normal monster, but her soul was at its last dying embers that day. She was ready to lie down and never get up again. That was when she heard the knocking.

She wasn't sure what had brought her feet down here into the basement. She certainly hadn't come here consciously, but here she was, and someone was knocking on the door at the far end of the last corridor. She opened the first set of doors and stepped in.

The knocking came again. Just two soft knocks. If her ears hadn't been quite as sensitive, she would never have heard it from behind the first set of doors. Slowly, cautiously she approached.

The soft knocking came again, and this time she could hear an even softer voice saying, "knock knock."

"Who is there?" She asked.

There was a short pause before the voice replied: "dishes"

Oh! They were telling a joke! Toriel had always loved wordplay and simple jokes. Other monsters usually thought they were juvenile and outdated.

"dishes a very bad joke," the voice finished.

Toriel's breath caught in her throat for moment before she began guffawing in a most undignified manner. The dying ember in her soul suddenly flickered back into a tiny flame.

She came back the next day for more jokes, and the next, and the next. She even began to share her own jokes. With each day, her soul would feel the strength to last a bit longer, but whenever she wasn't by the door, all the weariness and despair would return and begin wearing her down again. There was still something missing.

"My friend," She began when she came out of a fit of giggles. "I would like to ask... would you like to dance with me? I cannot open the door, but perhaps we could dance on either side..."

She trailed off, expecting him to eagerly agree. Dancing was so important to monster culture, and usually two monsters would even perform a short dance as greeting when meeting someone new. She felt that they were beyond just acquaintances, even if they still did not know each other's names, but could she really consider him a friend if they had never even danced? Of course, they wouldn't be able to see each other or interact physically, but the music from their souls would be enough.

He wasn't saying anything. Maybe he didn't actually want to be friends? Perhaps he was just humoring her? She began to panic.

"Of course, if you do not wish to--"

"n-no," he interrupted quickly. "it's not that i don't want to. sorry, that was rude of me. i just... i don't dance."

Her panic turned to confusion. "You do not dance? at all?" That was unheard of.

"sometimes. with my brother. it doesn't ever seem to work with anyone else anymore, so... i've just kinda... stopped."

"Oh."

"I can not say that I understand completely, but I am not without sympathy. It has been a very very long time since I have danced with anyone else as well. All the monsters in the Ruins are scared of me."

"scared of you? but you're so sweet and funny-- i mean, uh, y'know..."

Toriel blushed lightly, but smiled. She was a little too flustered to address the compliment, and it seemed he felt the same, so she had some mercy on both of them and changed the subject.

"If... you do not mind, could I dance for you?"

"o-of course! that... that would mean a lot to me, thank you."

"Honestly, it means a lot to me as well. More than you could know." Her body almost ached with the need to dance with someone, even if that someone were sitting on the other side of a closed door.

She stood and closed her eyes, lifting her arms to hold an imaginary partner, and began to dance.

The slow, three part rhythm soothed her each downbeat, healing her crumbling soul one crack at a time. The waltz started out sad, but as she felt better it began sounding more hopeful.

There wasn't as much room to maneuver as a ballroom, but she modified her steps to reuse the space there was. The magic of her soul began to fill the room, even reaching beyond the door where she could sense the other monster's soul.

She began channeling her feelings of gratitude and relief into her dancing, hoping that the message would still get through, even though he couldn't see her. The music was moving a bit faster now and it sounded happy and she hadn't felt this way for so long...

And then something about the music changed. She couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but she found herself moving with her entire body in stronger, looser motions than her usual style. She wondered where it was coming from until she caught the faint sound of vocalization following her melody from the other side of the door.

It was him. He wasn't singing any words, just quietly humming to himself, and she figured the change had been from his magic responding to hers, tweaking her own song to match his own dancing style, although it didn't seem like something she recognized at all.

She danced for a few more minutes before she felt the need to take a break and catch her breath. It had been a bit longer than most first dances were, but he was a friend, and she felt she hadn't been too presumptuous.

She sat down with a breathless laugh, leaning her back against the door. “I feel much better now!”

He laughed in response. “so do i. your voice sounds a lot happier.”

“And your voice is quite lovely as well!”

“y-you heard that?” he sounded a mixture of embarrassed and amused.

“I have very good ears.”

“oh.”

She smiled to herself. “Thank you for indulging a silly old lady.”

“you’re not silly! i mean, you are, just in all the right ways.”

Toriel laughed again. “Either way, I appreciate the chance to share my magic again. It has been far too long. I feel as if a great weight has finally been lifted from my soul.”

“anytime, lady,” the monster said.

Sans didn’t dance. He used to dance. He used to dance a lot. And sometimes it was painful, not having that emotional connection with the world around him like every other monster, like he himself use to. But dancing was even more painful. He would almost always start to have flashbacks to times when he’d used his magic and his music for less creative purposes and more destructive ones. Times that had never happened. Times he didn’t remember. Times he didn’t want to remember.

So he stopped dancing.

Sometimes he could still dance with Papyrus. He had been dancing with Papyrus for so long, and he was so familiar with his style, that it was the only dancing he could stand. Even then, he always veered toward Papyrus’ style and avoided using his own, and he only ever agreed to it if Papyrus initiated it and they were completely alone.

Sans found other ways to keep his spirits up. None of them were as effective as dancing, but he got by. He’d always been fond of bad jokes, so he would practice them outside the big door in the woods he’d found.

One day while he was doing a knock knock joke routine, he met someone.

“knock knock,” he said as he rapped his knuckles on the door behind him.

“Who is there?” answered a woman’s voice.

Sans almost fell over in shock. He hadn’t known anyone lived in the Ruins of Home. The door had been sealed for longer than he’d been alive.

He finally gathered his wits enough to continue his joke. “dishes.”

“Dishes who?”

“dishes a very bad joke.”

There was no response for a moment, and he thought he might have scared her off, but suddenly

“BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAsnortHAHAHAHAheeheehee!”

Something in his soul grew lighter at the sound. The woman’s wild untamed laughter was the most sincere positive response he’d gotten to a joke since... well, probably ever. He took a moment to join her; the peals of her hysteria were contagious.

As they both came out of the fit, he took the opportunity to knock out another one. He spent the rest of his shift telling this strange woman the worst jokes he could come up with and she loved them all. When he said, reluctantly, that it was time for him to go, and she requested that he come back tomorrow, he eagerly agreed.

He was in a good mood, even when Papyrus scolded him for abandoning his post. He seemed to notice Sans’ change in demeanor and commented on it as they walked home.

“YOU SEEM TO BE IN HIGH SPIRITS.”

“that ain’t no fibula,” he joked.

Then Papyrus scolded him again for the bad joke.

She had asked him to dance, and he so wanted to, but even thinking about it was sending him into a panic. He was flattered that she wanted to dance with him, even though with how often they’d been spending time together, they really should have danced by now in other circumstances that didn’t involve mysterious unopened doors in the middle of the woods. He felt guilty that he couldn’t dance with her and unsure how to explain...

Fortunately, she didn’t pry and accepted his regretful decline gracefully without taking offense. She did offer to dance for him, though. He wouldn’t be able to see her, but he would be able to hear her soul’s song.

Classical music wasn’t usually Sans’ thing. He didn’t dislike it, but he didn’t tend to seek it out. This was different though. He sighed and leaned against the door with his sockets closed, just soaking it up. The music seemed melancholy at first, and the emotions matched his own so well that he wondered if this lady were a psychic.

As the music grew brighter, he could feel it lifting his soul along with it. He felt more alive than he had for a long time. All the pressure and tension wound through his magic was beginning to dissipate, bringing him close to tears. Finally, something clicked he caught the music and began to make it his own.

It started as a little beatboxing, very softly and nothing loud enough to overwhelm the melody, just enough to nudge it into a more familiar pattern. Then he put in a drop and began humming along in harmony. He tapped his foot along. He could feel movement in his soul and visualize the choreography that would go along nicely with the music.There were some new moves he wanted to try out, but just before he worked up the determination to stand up and dance, the song finally ended.

He was breathless, but buzzing with more energy than he could remember having for a long time. The lady sounded a bit winded too, but equally as exhilarated when she sat down by the door again.

“I feel much better now!”

“so do i,” he responded, laughing. “your voice sounds a lot happier.”

“And your voice is quite lovely as well,” the lady said teasingly.

Sans felt his face warm up “y-you heard that?”

“I have very good ears.”

“oh.” He would have to remember not to mutter anything to himself.

Despite his embarrassment, he was secretly pleased that she’d enjoyed his input.

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