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beansprean · 2 years
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Nandors hot girl (human) summer! I just think it would be good for him lmao
(ID in alt and under cut)
ID: Doodle dump of a newly human Nandor hanging out with Guillermo. 1. They stand on a background of blue sky, Nandor in full fur-lined overcoat, boots, and other layers and Guillermo in red chinos and a cream button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbow. Nandor's skin is a deeper brown, no longer washed out by lack of blood flow, and his cheeks are flushed and sweating as he grips Guillermo's shoulder in panic and screams at the sky, "Guillermo, the sun! The sun is burning me!! I am melting!!" Guillermo just stares at him incredulously. 1b. Text reading "one outfit change later..." 1c. Nandor and Guillermo in the same position, Nandor now with all his hair in a bun and wearing a loose thigh-length cream shirt with buttons at the chest and sleeves rolled to his elbows, an open faded red vest with gold embroidery, and olive linen pants. He is standing confidently, one hand on his hip and the other holding a bright green popsicle, as he gazes triumphantly into the distance and says, "See? You worry for nothing, Guillermo." Guillermo, now holding a water bottle and with a small travel cooler strapped over his shoulder, just looks back at him with a tired expression. 2. Nandor and Guillermo sitting at a diner table on an orangish background, each with a slice of pepperoni pizza cradled in their hands. Nandor is openly weeping, mouth wide open to show the half-chewed food as he sobs, "Guillermo, this is garlic??! It is so delicious!!" Guillermo munches away with a smile. 3. Guillermo and Nandor stand together on a darker blue and green background. Nandor is a bit red in the face and holding up his palms to stare at them with confusion. He says, "Guillermo, I am feeling...shame? I can no longer wish or hypnotize away my actions in front of others to preserve my pride and must face... consequences??" Guillermo looks up at Nandor with a furrowed brow, hands loosely tucked in his pockets, and replies with a thoughtful "...Huh." 4a. Guillermo, now with a dark gray vest on over his shirt, and Nandor hunch over a tiny bar table, right hands clasped together in the middle as they have an arm wrestling contest. Cheery teal background. Nandor is flushed and huffing with effort, arm shaking as he glares at their hands. Guillermo looks unbothered, arm rock solid as he gazes past their hands at Nandor with a small smirk. 4b. Frustrated, Nandor spits out, "Are you even trying?" Guillermo grins and responds, "lol no." 4c. Smile widening, Guillermo slams Nandor's hand down on the table, winning. Nandor's body lurches to the side as his shoulder is twisted, scowling and letting out a shocked "Fuck!!!" Followed by a trailed-off "ing guy!" /End ID
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chaethewriter · 4 months
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Unexpected
Eren Jaeger x alt!grunge!reader
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Synopsis: Popular!college Eren dating a more alternative reader.
Mentioning: jealousy, suggestive content, basketball, fluff, toothrotting fluff, cringey fluff?, barely proofread.
Word count: 4,1K
An unexpected couple. That's what people thought when one day, Eren Jäger walked through the hallway with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Acting as if you had a demon attached to you— or if you were the demon itself— when judging gazes fell upon yourself. The sound of your heavy platform boots landing on the ground you walked on, echoing off the walls as you took step after step down the hallway, clinging to your lover's shirt all the while.
Unlike your boyfriend, who dressed in a jersey that defined his muscles and a pair of denim jeans– with his hair tied up in a slick bun– you dressed differently, totally different from him. With heavy platform boots digging into your calves, the leftover exposed skin covered with a pair of ripped tights and a black skirt. Your upper body hugged by a black striped sweater where the sleeves are big enough for your head to fit in.
“It's so annoying, it's like an extinct animal is walking past them..” you huffed the words out, looking up at your much taller boyfriend. Eren averted his eyes to the audience around him and he scrunched his nose, clearly dissatisfied with the current situation: clearly dissatisfied that they treated his girlfriend like an animal. He knew that the only reason they didn't dare to utter a word, was because it was him. That didn't change the situation though. You could feel the anger radiating from his body and you knew he would stupidly open his mouth if you didn't distract him.
“Don't even bother, I could care less about their opinions. Let's go to class.” you reached your hand to touch his chest, rubbing reassuringly as you pulled his side closer to your body. This seemed to distract him, as Eren immediately turned to face you, “You were serious about going to class?!?”
You gave him a knowing look, “Obviously. And you are going to focus, your place on the team is on the line.” He didn't reply, but only groaned in defeat. He knew you were right though, he didn't want to lose his place as captain on the basketball team.
You grabbed his hand from on top of your shoulder and intertwined your fingers with his, pulling him with you. And Eren knew he couldn't escape the class that was about to start.
“Eren! Bro! Come join us.”
The moment you entered the classroom, a voice was calling out to him from the back of the room. There sat his friends, all the way in the back like always.
“It's fine, you can sit with them. I'll be sitting in front anyways.” You flashed him a pretty smile to reassure him that he didn't need to stick with you 24/7. You still felt awkward joining his much more popular friend group, after all. Yet Eren had other plans.
While you were about to pull away from him, he only held you tighter. “Thanks guys! But I'm gonna be sitting with my girlfriend.”
“Simp!”
“Bro is skipping us for his playtoy.”
“Oh cut that crap, he truly cares about her, apparently.”
Words were exchanged, but you paid them no mind as Eren practically pushed you towards your favorite seat in front and sat you down, before taking a seat next to you. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back, looking down at you through his eyelashes, “are you going to help me, teach?”
You rolled your eyes in response, putting your bag down and unpacking your stuff. You opened your notebook on an empty page, before turning towards him. With your hand on his thigh, you leaned in. This caught him off guard, as he sat straight expecting you to press a kiss on his lips to tell him that he's doing a good job. Instead, you grabbed him by his cheeks with your free hand— squishing his cheeks together, “behave, you're the one that's gonna be in trouble if you aren't passing this class.”
Your hand moved towards his hand to pet his hair and he blushed at the gesture.
“Yeah-yeah, sorry sweetheart.”
“Good boy!” you gave him a sweet smile and settled down in your seat.
Eren put his arm on your chair as he leaned in to look at your textbook, so close to the point his stray hairs tickled your cheek. You turned your head to give him a knowing look. You noticed he wasn't walking around with a bag over his shoulder, so you're not so surprised about it.
“Promise I will bring my stuff the next time… if you be my tutor that is~” his lips landed on your temple, almost like a soft feather tickling you.
You don't say anything, but slip out a smile that your boyfriend also noticed. He stroked at your skin with his nose, his hands roaming around your waist.
His friends continued to complain, but it was all a mere noise in the background for the both of you.
During these events, the teacher entered the classroom with heavy footsteps. He put his stuff down on the table in front of him with a loud thud.
You slightly moved your face away from Eren's, as to tell him to slightly back off as class is starting soon.
He let out a pout, but respected your wishes as he sat in the comfort of his own space, his hands still lingering on your upper thigh. His fingers played with the end of your skirt, prodding at it.
“Class, open your notebooks on an empty page as we are diving straight into it. So for today…”
You ripped a page from your notebook and took a working pen from your pencil case, putting the supplies in front of his nose. He gave you a grateful smile with a quick kiss to your cheek.
His teal eyes bore through the textbook that you laid down in the middle of the surface. It's not like he understood it at all. Luckily, you were writing notes down for him that are easier to understand.
Knowing he shouldn't bother you– especially while you were so kind to help him with notes– Eren decided to keep himself busy. He twisted the pen open and watched you from the corner of his eye to see if you were looking at him.
Satisfied with the sight that you didn't, he leaned down to cover his entire table with his upper body. With the tip of his tongue slightly sticking from between his lips, Eren moved the pen around on the paper.
Checking up on you once in a while, all while drawing tiny adorable doodles. From random animals to what seemed to be you and your interests.
He was so focused that he didn't feel your poking at his arm.
“Psst Eren,” you tried to get his attention, nudging him even harder.
“What are you doing?” You asked out of curiosity once you gained his attention, a slight hum leaving his throat.
“Not telling.”
He's so cheeky.
You rolled your eyes at his sassy demeanor and turned back to your notes, all while wondering what the hell he's doing.
Two hours passed as class was finally dismissed. This entire time, Eren had been doing god knows what on that paper of his– as he kept taking stuff from your pencil case (from scissors to glue) and you wrapped up with your notes. You marked the final sentence with a blue marker and finally put the lid back on.
“I made you something!” He pulled at your sleeve to catch your attention and once he did, he held something up– right in front of your face. You had to squint your eyes and push his arms back slightly to see what this was all about.
In front of you, he held a piece of paper shaped as a rectangle, almost the size of your hand. You tilted your head to the side in confusion, “huh?” You inspected the small doodles he drew, noticing they're your favorite things.
“A phone case! Well, you can put this behind your clear phone case. Can you, pretty please?”
He practically begged you with his palms slapped together.
He was so childish.
You shook your head, before taking your phone out.
You currently had a clear case, decorated with stickers of black hearts and chains.
He immediately snatched it from your hands and you watched with interest as he removed your case, but the paper inside– with the drawings facing up– and slotted your phone back into the case.
You had to be real, it looked really wonky. Kind of ugly, but honestly? It was so sweet it made your heart flutter.
Proud of his work, Eren passed your phone back to you with a proud grin. Knowing he expected some kind of praise, you gave him exactly what he wanted. You leaned in to press your lips against his, sharing a loving kiss with the basketball player.
“Thank you, Eren. It's lovely.”
“Now you will think about me 24/7, not that you didn't do that before, but you know!”
That cheeky bastard.
“Yo Eren! Are you going to ditch us again, or actually sit with us for lunch?” A large shadow loomed over the both of you, covering the light shining down on you.
You looked up in confusion, wondering why the light had dimmed so much.
Looming over the both of you, Eren's friend group (in this class) stood there looking down on you. They were really intimidating like that, if you had to be honest. But you were sure that's also what they thought of you.
When you turned to look at Eren, he was already looking at you with those pretty eyes of his.
As if he was waiting for your opinion on that statement.
You chuckled in your sleeve, “you really don't need my approval. You should sit with them. I'll see you after our break.”
You were tempted to press a kiss against his lips, but with the amount of eyes on you you weren't so sure if you should. So you got up from your seat and greeted goodbye with a wave, but Eren pulled you back towards him at your wrist and pressed a passionate kiss against your lips.
“See you soon, babe.”
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You were sitting at one of the picnic tables in the canteen. Preferably the one in the corner of the room. It's not like anyone would steal that place, though, considering not everyone thinks of your group as friendly-looking (yet the bunch of you were much friendlier than the popular group).
You poked in your crunchy wrap with your wooden fork as you listened to the conversations your friends were having.
“No but then fucking Justin fell on his fucking jaw during practice and it was so fucking embarrassing!?!?”
“Is that the only curse word in your vocabulary, Leo?”
You huffed in annoyance as Leo threw himself across the table, his heavy leather jacket hitting you in the face as he pulled his friend by his hair.
“can the both of you sit down, so that I can enjoy my food?” You grabbed Leo by his necktie as you pulled him back down next to you, “You're so annoying.”
“Last time I checked, Eren Jäger is your boyfriend and he couldn't possibly be less annoying than them.” Shoko said as a matter of fact, typing away on her phone.
Your fighting friends agreed with that statement and you gave them a glare, “Are you still going on about that?”
Then your other friend chimed in, “Oh come on guys! At least she's happy. Even if it's with the most terrible person ever.”
“Thank you Jake, for first being on my side and then insulting the hell out of me.” You threw your fork at him at the same time as your response, “he's literally not a terrible boyfriend. It's his friends..”
“-which influences him.” Shoko finished your sentence and you couldn't help but groan again.
Leo then threw his arm around you, “we can't promise if we will ever like him, to be honest. Considering… him.”
“Okay, stop being so rude about my boyfriend.” You grabbed at his locks as you aggressively pulled at them to the point some hairs are actually getting stuck in between your fingers.
“You better stop that, or else I'm going to sabotage your fucking projects! Fuck ow stop!”
The three friends watch the childish bickering unfold, but they weren't the only ones doing so.
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“I'm going to kill him if he doesn't back the fuck off.” Eren crushed the crunchy wrap in his hand to mush, his nails digging through the food as it spilled through the gaps of his fingers– squeezing so hard his veins bulged.
“Jealous much?” Jean practically cackled, satisfied seeing Eren this frustrated.
“I'm not jealous..”
Oh what a lie that was. Eren was jealous, so jealous he could strangle the guy clinging to you. He knew he wasn't actually clinging to you, obviously the two of you were bickering. But he wished it was him instead.
He was so focused on you, he hadn't even noticed that he ruined his lunch.
He felt his insides burn as all he could see was red, especially when your friend pulled you in a hug.
“That's it.” Eren slammed his hands on the table before getting up from his seat, shoving his seat back along the way. His chair fell down with a clatter and the sound of students talking amongst themselves died down.
He made his way to your table, his eyes burning into your skin.
“We can work on the thing you need help with, today after class?” Leo pulled at your cheek as he said that, making you groan as the pinch was too hard.
No way in hell he was going to let that fucker with you.
“You're ruining my makeup!” You pulled at his locks harshly, at this point hoping he truly goes bald.
“Sweetheart.”
You felt an overwhelming presence behind you and at the same time a shadow loomed above you. You turned your face to the side to see what that was all about and came face to face with your boyfriend.
The entire table got quiet as they stared at the taller student.
Leo pulled away from you as he looked up at him. Eren was already staring at him, sharp eyes throwing daggers straight through his skin as his jaw clenched.
“Eren!” You exclaimed with a shy smile as you practically threw your arms around his neck. His hands landed on the dip of your waist, while the other landed on your bottom to keep your skirt from flying up. His gaze moved back towards you, much softer as his jaw unclenched. He already felt much more satisfied with the current situation.
“Watch out, you're going to kick your lunch on the floor.” Leo pushed your tray away from the edge.
Eren's jaw clenched again and his grip on your bottom tightened.
“Let's go.”
He took a hold on the strap of your bag and pulled it off the seats, slamming into Leo in the process.
“Huh go where? Oh uh! Bye guys!” You tried waving after your friends, but he was quick to seal you into his side with his hand on your hip as he led you out of the canteen.
“Can't believe some emo girl is making him act like a feral dog.”
“Bro is actually acting like a hormonal teenager.”
“Ren, where are we going?” You tilted your head up in confusion since he had been ignoring you for the past minutes.
“Hello?”
“Eren!”
You stopped in your tracks as your fist clung to his sleeve, “Ren, what's up?”
The two of you stood in front of the main exit, the halls around there empty as class was about to start.
As a reply, he huffed, and you weren't satisfied with that answer at all. His grip was still immensely tight on you, as if he was scared that you could slip away through his fingers.
“Please, talk to me.” He looked down at you and the way you looked up at him made him so weak in the knees.
He couldn't be angry at you.
And he didn't have the right to be angry at you.
“Let's skip.” he pulled you flush against him yet again. If that was even possible.
You saw the determined look in his eyes. Obviously, there was something bothering him and when Eren Jäger had something on his mind, he would do whatever to pursue that thought.
“Be happy that I didn't miss any classes so far..”
And it made him smile.
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You sat down on his bed as Eren closed the door to his dorm room. From under you, you removed a pile of clothes to sit more comfortable, “Sooooo… what now?”
He put your bag down in the corner, before taking a seat on his desk chair. With the help of the wheels, he rolled closer to you until he sat right in front of you. He brought his hands down as he helped you remove your heavy boots.
Gently laying them down somewhere, careful not to damage them as he knows how much they mean to you, he held your ankles and pulled your legs through the holes of his chair. You chuckled as you pulled him closer and he pressed his nose against yours, rubbing it into yours.
A small pout formed on his lips as he stared into your eyes. Instead of speaking up, you decided to let him do it at his own pace.
After a few minutes of this loving gesture, he pulled his face away from yours and scratched behind his neck, “if I tell you I wanted you here only for tutoring, you wouldn't believe me now would you?”
You gave him a knowing glance and a chuckle escaped his lips.
“What's up with my big baby?”
“I'm not a baby!”
You wrapped your arms around him and pulled his face in your neck. You pet at his hair as he gripped at your hips.
“I don't like your friend..”
“My friend? Which one?”
He hesitated at that question, but you let him know that he could tell you everything by kissing the tip of his nose.
His cheeks grew red at the gesture, “that one friend.. I just don't like him!”
Oh.
Him.
You thought back to who you hung out with today. You were around Eren the most, but besides that you were surrounded with
Justin,
Jake
And
Leo.
Oh.
You covered your mouth as you let out a fit of giggles. He felt your chest vibrating and pulled his face away to look at you, “are you laughing?!”
“No no.. pffhh..”
“You're definitely laughing!” He turned his face to the side, his gaze on one of the posters on his wall as his cheeks flushed redder.
“Ren! Nono it's okay, I'm not making fun of you.” You put your hands on his cheeks, “please look at me?”
Silence.
“Now don't give me the silent treatment, why so jealous?”
Silence.
“Is it because he's too close to me?”
“...no.”
Finally, he spoke.
He wanted to tell you, really.
But he was so fucking embarrassed that he wanted to die on the spot.
“Then what is it?”
He murmured something you couldn't catch.
“Sorry?” you grabbed him by the chin and made him face you. You leaned up, until your faces were inches away from one another. He still didn't look at you, though.
“Didn't catch that, baby.”
“You.. his hair..”
“Hm?”
“Your hands in his hair..” it came out like a whisper, so you couldn't catch the entire sentence.
“What is it with his hair, honey?”
He pursed his lips, finally looking into your eyes as his face was bright red, “you pulled at his hair! That should have been me!”
Silence.
His eyes were wide as he waited for your reaction.
Were you going to laugh at him?
Call him too possessive?
Break up with him?
His hair tie got loose, his hair falling down onto his shoulder and tickling his neck.
He then felt a pair of hands in his hair, scratching at his scalp and pulling at his locks, “there there..”
He let out a soft whine in response, closing his eyes as he almost purred into your touch.
You couldn't help but smile.
So he was into that hm?
You climbed into his lap from the bed, you being the one to pull him flush against you now. Not that he complained as he felt your body pressed into his.
“You could have asked, baby.”
He heard that you didn't sound mad at all, your touch still soft and lovingly as your hands buried deeper into his soft hair.
“Kinda embarrassed.. and jealous.. don't do it to him anymore, please.” His nose buried into your hair as he inhaled your smell. So nice, like home.
Instead of laughing at him, you nodded your head with a smile,
“I won't.”
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“You can do it!!”
Even though the colors of the school didn't fit you at all, you wore Eren's jersey proudly. He convinced you to wear it, after some puppy eyes and begging— saying everyone should know he belongs to you and you belong to me– his words.
The shirt too big for you as it basically acted as a mini skirt. Your hands grip at his jersey as you watch in anticipation as the countdown gets closer to zero.
You bring the cloth to your face as a way of comforting yourself– it smelled just like his perfume.
“Will he be okay?” You asked Leo worriedly as he stood next to you in the crowd.
He shrugged in response, “He got hit pretty hard in the face. Wonder how long it will take until he passes out.”
“Okay shut up!” You smacked his nape in annoyance.
Turning back to the game in front of you, you look for Eren in the field. He is on the right side of the field, breathing heavily with sweat dripping down his forehead– his hair in his infamous manbun to keep it out of his face. You watched how he raised his shirt to wipe the excess sweat from his face, giving you a good view of his body.
He looked to the left, your way, as he attempted to give you a wink.
That bastard.
You blushed profusely as you attempted to cover it up with a frown.
He's not dumb, though.
With the last minute counting down, you leaned into the barrier as both teams got into action. With the ball now in the hands of the opponent, they had to try and get it back and also score in that last minute.
One of Eren's friends jumped in front of the opponent to catch the ball, but said opponent did a feint and bounced the ball to the side.
Now you were getting nervous.
In that last minute, a ton of back and forth was happening.
Who could have thought so much would happen in one minute?
“Eren Jäger from Shiganshina managed to get a hold of the ball!! Will he manage to make the final point?!?” The commentary announced through the speakers and a gasp left your lips.
10
9
8
He dribbled to the opponent's side.
7
6
He looked your way.
5
Gave you a teasing grin—
this one's for you.
4
3
Aimed.
2
Shoots.
1
0
Scored.
The crowd of shiganshina roared as you jumped in the air.
Leo shook his head, but ended up clapping as well. He had to say, he was impressed.
Eren's teammates ran straight towards him, engulfing him in a hug and eventually lifting him up.
His arms were in the air as he cheered, eyes closed and looking so ecstatic– so at peace.
You took your phone out to record the moment, maybe a new lockscreen?
He was finally put down and he immediately ran to the left side— your way.
“Sweetheart! Jump!” Eren had climbed up someway, now standing right under you as he held his arms out for you to jump in.
“Are you crazy?!?!”
“Crazy for you definitely, now jump!”
He had the goofiest grin on his face.
And you couldn't decline his offer.
With (not) a lot of trust, you climbed over the barrier and let yourself fall. He immediately caught you in his arms, a wider grin on his face, “told you I would catch you.”
“Oh shut up!” And you pressed a passionate kiss on his lips.
The camera panels towards the two of you unbeknownst to you knowing.
“You're wearing it..” he whispered under his breath once you pulled away, eyeing his jersey wrapping around your body.
“Of course I am. ‘M your biggest fan, ‘Ren.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to you.
“Hmm… should wear it more often, especially during our alone time..” his breath fanned against your ear.
“Eren!!”
A/N: thank you sm for reading! I know my posts are inconsistent whoopsies. But hope u enjoyed. Like and comment pls <3.
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mzv11 · 8 months
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Head of the Class (18+ ONLY)
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I do NOT own this gif or the photo
 Pairing: Alt Universe Roman Reigns (Cameron Johnson) x OC (Leilani Michaels)
Warnings: Fluff, language, smut
Word Count: 5.4K
A/N: This is inspired by a gif and picture I saw of Roman in his glasses. WWE Superstar Roman Reigns does exist in this universe but this nerdy guy doesn’t see the resemblance.
Leilani had had a rough few months. It was her final semester in undergrad and she was already on track to enter into her graduate program. Admittedly she had mailed it in Fall Semester. She didn’t want to stop with her being so close to the finish line. But losing your only parent to cancer, while being neck deep in History papers, and being the only child had taken its toll. Then there was Mom’s final admission, “Your father is alive.” Leilani spent her Christmas break going through her mother’s things, a trunk she had kept in the back of her closet. Leilani always thought it was just stuff from her Mom’s time in the Navy out in Hawaii but it was so much more, it held pieces to Leilani’s past. She found pictures of her beautiful brown skinned mother with a handsome Polynesian man, Leilani’s father. There were even pictures of him holding Leilani in the hospital the day she was born. Tears streamed down Leilani’s face as she saw a picture of her pregnant mother & her father, titled "Me, Sonny & Leilani in Samoa, 1993”. “Why didn’t she talk about him?” she wondered aloud. This discovery led Leilani to change her final elective from Irish Immigration into the US to Pacific Island Studies 101. Her mom wasn’t here to answer her questions, so she had to learn some other way. “Shit, I’m gonna be late!” Leilani groaned as she pulled a hoodie over her leggings and tank and grabbed her bag. Leilani was stuck with leggings and sweats until she finished unpacking. Thank god this class was only once a week because her depression and grief had been kicking her ass. 
She walked into the lecture hall, it was packed with mostly women. It wasn’t a woman’s studies class so that only meant one thing: hot teacher. Leilani rolled her eyes and scanned the rows for a place to sit, nothing. She was going to have to sit on the stairs and just be early to all future classes. “Hey, you can sit here at my desk. I won’t be using it.” a gruff voice spoke. “Great, I get to sit close to the ‘hot’ instructor and I look a fuckin mongrel! At least I showered this morning.” she thought to herself as their eyes locked. He looked oddly familiar but she didn’t know where she knew him from. He was indeed very beautiful with a warm smile but Leilani just wanted to skate by with a B at the least and learn about her new heritage and graduate. He moved his bag so that Leilani could sit at his desk, she could hear the murmurs from all the girls in the class. They had obviously checked him out on one of those professor ratings websites and took his class based on his looks. He introduced himself: Cameron Johnson, soon to be PhD. That’s where Leilani knew him from, his office was across from her advisor’s office. He had poked his head in when he heard her crying to her advisor about her mom’s diagnosis and how she didn’t know what to do. His long, jet black hair was pulled back into a messy bun and Leilani could see a tribal tattoo poking up from the back of his shirt. She could tell that he was a bit nervous, whenever their eyes met, she smiled or gave him a thumbs up. “Thanks for that. It’s my first class flying solo.” He spoke as he gathered his materials after class. “No problem. I get it. I’ll be wading into those waters in the fall. Considering more than half the class was undressing you with their eyes, you did well. I’m Leilani by the way. See you next week.” she laughed as one of the younger women approached his desk. Her presence shrunk the room down and eased his nerves. He knew her name so he could thank her again via email when he got back to his office. Which he did.
Wednesday after Wednesday passed and the class shrank. Leilani could finally sit in the audience. Watching him teach from the rows of seats was a completely different experience. From this vantage point, he was commanding and confident. “I’ll see everyone next week. Don’t forget, there’s a Polynesian Festival this weekend in Norfolk. There’s extra credit if you go. A lot of y’all need it.” he grumbled. “Mr. Johnson, will you be there?” one of the girls asked. “I might be there.” he laughed. “Leilani, can I talk to you for a second?” Cameron asked. “Girl, it’s an easy class. Why are you failing?” The same girl who asked if Cam was going to be at the festival grumbled as she poked her ass out and walked away, trying her best to get his attention. Leilani sank down in her chair as he approached. “What’s up?” her voice muffled a yawn. Her grief/depression combo had been kicking her ass the past week as her birthday was coming up on Sunday and she was alone for the first time ever. Leilani had also started trying to find her father. Apparently Sonny Tu’a is a very popular name for Samoan men. “I almost didn’t see you. I was waiting for you upfront, my unofficial TA.” He laughed, then he noticed the sadness on her face. “Sorry, not really wanting to be seen today.” Leilani shifted uncomfortably in the small chair, her thick thighs spilling over the sides in her black leggings. “Don’t hide yourself. Your smile is way too warm to be hidden. Walk with me?” he almost pleaded, his deep voice sending a shockwave over her body. If Leilani had been feeling like herself, she would’ve been turned on. She hadn’t been herself since November, so his voice was comforting.
 “Out of my 3 classes, you have the highest grade. My star student.” Cameron beamed as they walked out of the lecture hall. “It should be. This is my last class before I graduate, my only class. I work at the library, I’m in the process of moving back home, grieving and trying to find my father.” she spoke as they started the long walk across campus. “Why’d they stick you over here in the sticks? This is the only lib arts class that I’ve ever had in the health sciences building.” Leilani laughed. “Low man on the totem pole gets stuck wherever. One of my classes is in the student union basement. Grieving? I’m sorry.” Cameron spoke, noticing that Leilani had stopped walking, tears streaming down her cheeks. He retreated back to her, hugging her tightly. “I’m sorry Mr. Johnson. My whole life it was me and my mom and now she’s gone but she told me that my dad is in Samoa and I don’t know how to process it.” She mumbled into his massive chest. “You can call me Cam.” He spoke, holding her close. “Thanks Cam. Sorry, I’m usually not a public crier.” Leilani laughed, wiping her tears on her sleeve. “I’m guessing that you’ve never met your dad?” He asked as they resumed walking. “She never talked about him. Now I’m cleaning out her place so I can move in and there’s all these pictures. She had a life with this man, he held me. He loved me. All my life she kept it from me. If he was trash, why not just say that? Now all I have are old pictures, love letters, pressed flowers and a name. You have no idea how popular of a name Sonny Tu’a is!” she grumbled, rubbing her temples in frustration. “You got a picture on you?” He asked, unlocking the door to his office. “What are the odds that you know Sonny Tu’a? Samoa’s pretty big and he might not even be there anymore. He could be in Tonga or Guam or Fiji, Hawaii or even here on the mainland!” Leilani grumbled, flopping down in the chair on the other side of his desk. “I have a huge family, they might know your Sonny Tu’a. Text it to me, I can send it to my uncle out there, he’s very well connected. Give me a few weeks and I’ll get back to you. Then we can go get your answers.” Cam sighed, dreading that his office hours were about to begin. He was enjoying Leilani’s company, but at least he had her number. She was his type, cute, curvy, and smart. He knew that men were the furthest from her mind, she had a lot on her plate. Maybe he’d shoot his shot when things settled down for her.
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“Thanks for letting me cry on you. I know your office hours are about to start and there’s gonna be a line. Cuz you’re hot or whatever 😒 See you next Wednesday?” Leilani smiled. “Not that you need any extra credit but come to the Polynesian fest with me this weekend. You look like you could use some fun. Wait, I’m hot?” His cheeks turned slightly red. “I’m just repeating what I hear. I’d bet money that the majority of the students who come to office hours are women. Probably throwing themselves at you for a better grade. Does it work?” She laughed. “Nahhh. They need to take their skinny asses to the Polynesian fest and get the extra credit!” Cameron sighed, setting his glasses down to rub his temples in annoyance. “Want me to tell them that you aren’t feeling well? Lock the door behind me and get some peace. Take a nap or get some work done?” Lani laughed. “No, no…lemme get this shit over with. I’ve got 40 pages to edit by next Friday. See you Saturday?” Cam asked, his brown eyes looking hopefully at her. The more he looked at her, the more he wanted her. “It’s a date. I mean…I’ll see you there.” Leilani grumbled. “I’ll swing by your place to pick you up. It’s a two hour drive, we can go together.” He joked, his pulse quickened as he waited for her answer. “I’ll text you my address. See you Saturday then. Bye Cam.” Leilani waved, closing his office door behind her. 
Leilani fidgeted with her hair, the Virginia humidity being her biggest hater. She frowned as she looked herself over in the full-length mirror. Nothing fits her anymore. Leilani had packed on 22 pounds dealing with the death of her mother, being alone for the holidays and the stress of being close to graduating. She had always been on the thicker side and it rarely bothered her because it didn’t impact her dating life too much. She had endured the worst date ever on the same day that she found out her mother’s breast cancer had spread to her brain and lungs. He was rude and took underhanded jabs at her weight. Anything that felt remotely close to resembling a date filled Leilani with insanely high anxiety, but this was essentially a field trip with her hot teacher. After rummaging through her suitcase, she found something that fit comfortably, a cute sunflower print maxi dress. 
The doorbell rang and a lump shot up to the back of her throat. She walked slowly to the door, didn’t want to seem too excited, cuz this wasn’t a date. When she opened the door, Leilani hardly recognized the man standing on the other side. The dorky but cute glasses were gone, his beard was perfectly shaped, his thick black hair had been tamed into two neat braids that ran down his back. A thin white v-neck shirt hugged taut pecs he hid very well under his typical blazers and sweaters. His muscular legs were covered in khaki cargo shorts and Jordans on his feet. He looked amazing. “Sorry sir, u got the wrong house.” Leilani laughed. “Ohh you got jokes today. Ready to go?” He laughed, taking a moment to drink her in. She always wore leggings and a long top that covered her butt or baggy sweats to class, nothing that showcased her shape. “Let me grab my purse and lock the door.” She spoke. He sat down on a chair near a baby Hibiscus tree on her porch. “I predict that you are going to get proposed to no less than 3 times!” Cam laughed, helping Leilani up into his lifted truck. “What on earth would make you say that?” She laughed. “You look really pretty today. Prettier than normal. We love our women shaped just like you are. Hell, I might be one of those 3!” He spoke, regretting everything after telling her she looked pretty today. The regret went away when he saw how the compliment made her face light up. “He thinks I’m pretty!” she thought.
They made small talk the entire drive, it helped them both loosen up. He was born and raised in Virginia. She was born in Hawaii and lived there until she was three then her mom transferred to DC before retiring from the military. Cameron has 3 brothers, Leilani was an only child. He went to the University of Virginia on a football scholarship, Leilani was attending Virginia Commonwealth University on a partial scholarship. “Cam, I gotta know. How often do people tell you that you resemble Roman Reigns?” Lani laughed, he rolled his eyes. “I’ve gotten it so many times. I honestly don’t see it.” he laughed. Lani pulled up a picture of the WWE superstar and held it up next to his face. “It doesn’t work if you’re smiling. You gotta do the sexy smolder thing.” she laughed. He made a sexy smolder face and Leilani felt a strong flutter between her thighs. “I do not look like that man…much. Is it because we’re both Samoan? That’s a little stereotypy isn’t it?” Cam laughed. “I mean…I see it but then I don’t see it. Both very handsome but you’re a lot less broody and more approachable. I dunno. Use it to your advantage, I’m sure your parents are on your neck about marriage and babies.” Lani said, remembering that he was supposed to give her an update from his uncle on the island. “Yes they are! Cameron please get married! Give us grandbabies! You’re getting old, we’re getting old. We want to enjoy our grandbabies. We worry you’ll be alone until you die. Give us grandbabies! I want to finish my doctorate first. It sucks being the oldest.” he sighed, annoyed at an earlier conversation that day while his mom braided his hair. 
“I know she’s your student but is she cute and single?” his mom asked. “She’s gorgeous, mama. I can’t date her if she’s taking my class. It’s a conflict of interest. I could get in trouble. Besides, I don’t even know if she’s single.” he groaned. “You got a picture?” his dad asked. “I have the picture of her dad that I sent Uncle Manny. Hold on, let me see.” Cameron grumbled. He pulled up the history department webpage where she was in one of the pics of incoming history grad students working around campus and showed it to his dad. “She’s beautiful. This is the student that just found out she’s half Samoan? Bring her by, I’d like to at least meet my daughter-in-law before the wedding.” his dad laughed. His dad showed the phone to his mom. “Leilani huh? She’s very pretty. Look at those hips. She’ll give us big, strong grandbabies.” His mom laughed.
“They do realize that men can make babies until they die right? *he shrugged* It’s us women that have a limited timeline. I know it’s only been a few days but have you heard anything from your uncle?” Leilani spoke in an attempt to loosen up the frown on his face. “Oh yeah. He’s waiting to hear back from a friend who was stationed at Pearl in the 90s. I promise I’ll update you as soon as I know anything.” Cameron said, pulling into a parking spot. “Anything I need to know before we leave the truck? Other than that I may potentially leave with marriage proposals?” Lani laughed. “It’s gonna be loud. Don’t let the haka scare you. Don’t let anybody introduce you to their mother, that’s you accepting the marriage proposal. I think that’s about it.” he smiled as she smoothed her hair back behind her ear. It was like she had gotten prettier since he picked her up, she had opened up like a beautiful flower. “Did you want to get your proposal out of the way or no? *Lani giggled* And hakas either make me want to run through a brick wall or cry. They’re so beautiful. We’re friends now, so call me Lani. Leilani is so formal.” Lani laughed. “Alright Lani, I think that’s everything. Are you ready?” Cam asked, coming over to open her door and help her down. The whole day teetered on the edge of being a date. It started by Cam placing a flower in her hair. He would pull her along, excited to explain something and she was excited to learn. They shared food, they danced closely to Samoan R&B music, he translated for her, and he laughed at the marriage proposals, it was way more than 3. They sat on a bench eating Hawaiian shaved ice to watch the sunset. 
“Leilani, this has been a perfect day. There’s gonna be a hula demonstration in a few minutes. I think you should do it.” He joked, taking a spoonful of her mango ice. She shot him a shocked look. “Baby steps. I’ve only been Samoan for a few months, I’m still a baby. I’ve seen the Hawaiian fertility dance the men do. You get up there and swirl them hips around! Unless you’re scared.” Lani laughed. “But we’re Samoan. And I’m not scared, but you are!” Cam laughed, digging his spoon into her bowl again. “This ain’t about me. I bet there’s a Samoan version! Cuz how else do the men convince the women to want to make babies?!” Lani asked, taking one last spoonful of her mango ice before shoving it into Cam’s hand. “I’m sorry, I should’ve gotten the mango, the cherry wasn’t that great.” He pouted. “He’s fuckin sexy when he pouts! I need him pouting at me cuz I won’t fuck him.” Lani thought to herself. She bit her lip at the thought as she watched him devour the rest of her shaved ice. Now she was not much different from the other girls in the class, thinking inappropriate thoughts about the teacher.
“Cam, this day has been so much fun. Thanks for talking me into coming. I would’ve just been at home unpacking and being sad.You almost made me forget that tomorrow is my birthday.” Lani sighed as he climbed into his truck. “Glad to be of service. Wait….tomorrow’s your birthday? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I would’ve gotten you a gift!” He smiled. “Yeah, I’m not looking forward to it.” Lani sighed sadly. “Now about this extra credit? I bought art at your recommendation. That’s gotta be worth something, right?” Lani playfully batted her big brown eyes at Cam. “Nuh uh! That’s not gonna work on me. You’ve got an A+ already!” He laughed, wondering if she was still flirting with him. She had the most intense coffee brown eyes that he could stare into all day. Now he just wanted to spend Sunday with her but he was going back to the festival with his family. “I’m dying to know how your office hours go. We got a 2 hour drive, humor me. I know you haven’t acted on it cuz you’re all honorable and shit but how many times have you at least thought about it?” Lani laughed. “Not even once, none are my type. But the office hours go like you think they go, like the start of a bad porn.” Cam laughed. “What is your type? I might know someone. I’m trying to help your parents get their grandbabies!” Lani laughed. “Not you too! I like my women thick, cute, smart and nerdy. Know any like that?” He laughed, he liked her but he couldn’t just come out and say that yet.
“I do. Not sure if they’re into history nerds tho. I’ll ask around. In the meantime, if you have any friends that like nerdy future librarians…feel free to give them my number.” Lani laughed. “Nah, you nerdy girls are built different! Y’all are not for the weak!” Cam laughed. “No comment.” Lani shifted almost uncomfortably in the seat. “You can’t hit me with the innocent act. I’m not buying it!” He laughed, the drive more than halfway over. “It’s not an act! I am wholesome and innocent!” Lani laughed. “Those hips don’t move like you’re a good girl! You’re a dangerous woman Lani.” Cam growled softly. That growling “good girl” brought the throbbing between her thighs back. To Lani, the throbbing felt so loud, she was sure he could hear it. She crossed her legs tightly and grumbled under her breath that he can’t go around calling women ‘good girl’. “Mind sharing with the rest of the class Leilani?” His tone slightly authoritative, but playful. “I said…you can’t be going around telling women that they are good girls. See…this is why that line for your office is wrapped around the hallways. I’m onto you Cam!” Lani laughed. “So Leilani Michaels has a praise kink?” he laughed, locking that fact away for a later date and time. “No! I wouldn’t call it that. It was the tone of your voice more than anything.” she grumbled as he pulled into her driveway. She had a kink for praise from this man. “Go unlock your door and I’ll bring your stuff in.” he spoke, helping her down from the truck. He knew she didn’t need the help but she accepted it every time he offered. “Thank you.” He watched her walk up the stairs and across her porch to unlock the door.
Once the lock clicked and the door eased open, Lani burst through the house, making sure she hadn’t left anything embarrassing out in the open. She did not need her teacher seeing her big ass lace panties laying in some random spot or heaven forbid her vibrator. Everything was put up, so she used the bathroom and went back outside. “Sorry, I had to pee after that drive. We can put it in the dining room.” She laughed. “You’re gonna get your pretty little self out of the way. I got it, just show me where.” he smiled. “Ok big strong Cam. I’ll move out of your way. Once you go in, to the left. And stop calling me pretty, or I’ll be in line Wednesday for your office hours.” she laughed following so she could open the door. “I was just making an observation.” he spoke as he sat the large canvas down against the wall. “I think you need to get new contacts. I’ve only been mildly cute these past few months.” she sighed. “There’s nothing wrong with my eyes, Lani.” Cam spoked gruffly, pulling her lips to his. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t going to be able to live with myself if I didn’t do that.” he mumbled, pulling away from her nervously. He knew he couldn’t cross this line with her. “I won’t tell.” she moaned softly. He searched her face for a reaction. Her chest heaved up and down quickly as her heart raced. Admittedly, Lani was a bit shook. She felt a vibe between them all day but took it as him being friendly and not her teacher for the day. “Can I use your bathroom before I go?” he asked. “Sure, it’s on the right before the kitchen.” she pointed. He nodded and walked off down the hall.
Lani paced across the living room, replaying the moment in her head when she heard the bathroom door open. “I should get going. I hope that you had fun today Lani.” Cam spoke softly. He was still embarrassed. “Goodnight Cam, thank you for today. I had a really nice time!” She smiled, expecting him to bolt towards the door. He stood still, his eyes focused on her face. “All I want to do is kiss you again.” He admitted. “But you won’t. Cuz apparently I’m a dangerous woman. The big bad wolf!” Lani teased. Cam grabbed Lani by her face, crushing her lips to his. His tongue explored her mouth at a feverish pace, her arms around his neck. He picked her up with no effort. “Put me down! You’ll hurt yourself. I’m so heavy.” She pleaded, pulling her lips from his. “Maybe to your last man but not me! I don’t go to the gym so I can pick up a 140 pound woman. I go and lift so that when my curvy dream girl comes along, I can toss her around like a gymnast! Where’s your bedroom?” He moaned into her neck. “But…you can’t want me.” “Or I can fuck you right here on the couch. Or bend you over the dining room table. Either way…you’re feeling me in your stomach tonight!” Cam spoke, lowering her feet back to the floor. “Sorry, I’m not used to men that look like you wanting women that look like me.” Lani groaned. “Those men don’t know what they’re missing. Baby don’t make me beg for it…cuz I will!” He laughed. “Now that…might be my kink.” Lani laughed.
Cam got down on one knee and pouted up at her. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, lifting Lani into the air. “Don’t pout at me Cam! Put me down!” Lani laughed. He bolted up the stairs, spotting Lani’s bedroom immediately. “I haven’t lived here since I was 20, consider yourself warned.” Lani laughed as he put her down. “Baby girl, I’m not looking at the decor.” Cam said softly, admiring how he towered over her. Lani pushed his shirt up his chest, her lips kissing a path across his chest. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. He grabbed her dress and slowly pulled it up her body. A yellow lace bra and panty set covered her rich brown skin. “You’re so beautiful.” Cam growled before pulling her lips back to his. He pushed his shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Cam scooped Lani into his arms, her legs around his waist like she weighed nothing. He playfully slammed her down onto the bed. “I think…your first tribal tattoo should start right here.” Cam said, scattering kisses on Lani’s right hip. He hooked the waistband of her panties with his thumbs and pulled them down her legs, tossing them across the room.
He kissed a trail across the soft skin of her stomach before unhooking her bra. He stared into Lani’s eyes, and she smiled. She still couldn’t believe what was about to happen. “Let me know if I’m hurting you.” He moaned, his fingertips finding her excited clit. His eyes widened in surprise at how wet she was. She pulled his lips to hers, his thick fingers sliding into her wet warmth. She moaned into him. He used his thigh to spread her thighs farther apart, his fingers tapping her g-spot. “Mmm fuck.” She moaned softly. A laugh rumbled in his throat as he wrapped his lips around her nipple. He alternated between hard sucking and soft licking. He moaned, feeling her wetness pooling in his hand as he made slow love to her body. “I’m cumming!” Lani whimpered under his hulking frame. His eyes met hers as his sweet torture continued. He watched with satisfied eyes as she came undone for him, her moans were music to his ears. 
“You did such a good job baby, but I need more. Can you cum more for me?” Cam stated, rubbing his fingers covered in her essence across her bottom lip before devouring her sticky lips. “I think I can.” Lani whispered, still seeing fireworks exploding behind her eyes. It had been a while since she’d had an orgasm that good. “That’s my girl.” Cam laughed, pulling her to the edge of the bed. He pushed deep into her warmth. His hips rolled against her as he chased his orgasm. Lani’s moans turned into breathy whimpers as she felt him digging deeper and deeper into her, he was in her stomach just like he promised. His eyes burned with focused desire. His strokes sped up as his climax pulled him under. His perfect teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he emptied into her. His thumb rubbed across Lani’s clit while continued fucking her until her moans joined with his. Her moans turned guttural as her nectar squirted into her thighs and his stomach. He smiled and nodded approvingly. He kissed her forehead before going to the bathroom and coming back with a warm washcloth to clean her up. “Do you need anything? Something to eat? A drink?” Lani mumbled almost drunkenly. “You relax here. I’ll be right back.” Cam spoke heading down to the kitchen. He left Lani to come down from her second orgasm of the night.
“I see you haven’t been taking care of yourself in more ways than one. We can go to the store in the morning.” He laughed, handing her a blue Gatorade. “Yeah. I’m either eating everything or nothing. There hasn’t been much balance. Sorry.” Leilani grumbled as he crawled into bed next to her, pulling her to his tattooed chest. “Don’t be sorry. You’re going thru a lot. Just know…I’m here.” He sighed, kissing her forehead. “You’re just saying that cuz I just squirted on those perfect abs of yours.” She laughed. “Gotta admit…that was pretty hot. I was tearing you up but for real, let me take care of you until you can take care of yourself. Even then I’ll still take care of you.” Cam spoke softly, kissing her lips. “Oh you LIKE like me!” She laughed, playing with his braids. “Real bad. Like I need you to take a nap and get ready for round 2 bad.” He yawned. “Round 2?! Cameron, stop playing with me!” Leilani yawned before falling asleep on his chest. 
Leilani felt a heavy arm draped across her waist when she woke up at 4am. She carefully moved Cam’s arm and went to the bathroom. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror when she spotted the flower Cam put in her hair still hanging on for dear life. “You’re a real one little flower.” She laughed, removing it from behind her ear and smelling it as she walked back to her bedroom. She turned the corner to see Cam sitting up in bed. He was probably going to be leaving, she thought to herself. Lani still couldn’t believe what happened a few hours earlier. It felt too good to be true. “Hey Leilani baby. U ok?” He spoke as she walked into the room. “I’m good Cam, really I am.” She smiled. “Why do you think I’m playing with you when I say that I like you?” He asked, his big brown eyes still low and sleepy. “Cuz none of this feels real Cameron! Part of me feels like I’m going to wake up having fallen asleep at the circulation desk. And you’re off in your corner furiously typing in your laptop.” Lani said, placing the still fragrant flower on the dresser. “Come back to bed and let me show you how real this is!” 
Thanks for reading. How’d y’all like alt universe Roman?
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hoarder-of-danmei · 2 years
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Credit for Reductress headline screenshots and character assignments goes to @fullmetalpotterhead! ID in alt text and under the cut.
first post / second post / third post / fourth post / fifth post / sixth post / seventh post / eighth post / ninth post / tenth post
Bonus, suggested by someone else in the same server where Fmph sent those:
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[id: various pieces of official TGCF art (donghua, manhua, novel) with Reductress headlines over them.
“Boring Straight Guy Seen in Whole New Light Upon Discovery of Nipple Piercings” over donghua Pei Ming
“Man Realizes Personal Demons Actually Consequences of His Actions” over donghua Bai Wuxiang
“REPORT: Looks Like Grandma’s Living Long Enough That You’re Gonna Have to Come Out to Her” over English novel art Mei Nianqing with Xie Lian
“Friends Agreeing Combatively” over donghua Feng Xin and Mu Qing
“Gross! Successful Interview Results in Full-time Job” over Xie Lian with Ling Wen in the background
“Woman Too Tired to Check if That Noise Was a Serial Killer” over donghua Xie Lian
“Master Manipulator? My Ex Genuinely Wants the Best for Me” over donghua Mu Qing glaring at Xie Lian
“Boyfriend ‘Extremely Sure’ Expired Milk Still Good” over donghua Xie Lian dusting off a bun
“‘Where’s Your Little Friend?’ Relative Asks About Adult Person You’re In a Relationship With” over donghua Shi Qingxuan
“‘It’s A Whole Thing,’ Says Woman Describing Either Minor Inconvenience Or Life-Changing Trauma” over donghua Xie Lian
“‘I’ll Cook Dinner Tonight,’ Threatens Boyfriend” over donghua Xie Lian with purple stew in the background and San Lang in the foreground
“Man Sexts You To See How You’re Holding Up” over manhua Pei Ming
“Ruthlessly Strategic Coworker Knows You Can Only Reject So Many Happy Hour Invites” over donghua Ming Yi looking at Shi Qingxuan
“Boring Straight Guy Seen in Whole New Light Upon Discovery of Nipple Piercings” over donghua Pei Xiu
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hello and welcome to my attempt at fixing whatever it is they gave us for reverse adrien and marinette aka the bare minimum of alternative fashion.
for those not familiar, the first pic is the canon character designs for the miraculous world paris special.
details and changes under cut!
it was really hard to come up with something for adrien bc what they gave us is............... lacking. the hair, the white leather jacket, the jeans, the stripes on his turtle neck are not doing it for me. if adrien was alt he would 100% be altering his own clothes and leaving behind the expensive shit (also his father) to be punk. he wouldn't wear such pristine clothes (back again at the WHITE LEATHER JACKET). i did give him a version where i swapped the white jacket/black turtleneck to be a black jacket/gray turtleneck. i also made the jacket a bit less form fitting and gave him some accessories like the belt chains and the unnecessary belts on the jacket arms. the hair was hard cause i did like the side shave, but wanted it to be a bit messier. lastly i pretty much just tweaked the eye makeup a bit.
marinette was easier bc i do like her and outfit, but the helmet bangs and regular pigtails combined with the saturation of her blue/pink hair was throwing me. i think if she comes from a world where she looks this angry, she wouldn't have made the character growth to move from a bun to pigtails like Socqueline. So ofc I had to make two versions with pigtail braids, and a braided bun.
i also changed her eye makeup a tad bc i thought it made her eyes a bit too oval (and gave her another eye to begin with. I elongated her jacket and oversized it a bit, as well as added some more tears to her shirt (i noticed just 1 at her collar) and gave her a chain belt. Her shoes looked too much like rain-boots so i painstakingly turned them into creepers with little roses and thorns on them (the rose motif is really cool i think). lastly i changed the saturation of her hair to be more black than blue....... and YES i did fix her head shape it was just too tall.
im still upset they went with just vague alternative rather than a specific subset(i want punk/grunge adrien and pastel goth/scene marinette), but honestly why would we expect any different
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sunnysam-my · 2 days
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Hazbin Hotel redesign ideas p. 1
Unfortunately I don't really have time to draw rn, but here are some ideas if anyone is looking for inspiration.
THE VEES:
They follow lates trends so they won't stick to the outfits and technologies from the times they died. We even see that Vox changed his screen (head) to more modern, flat TV screen.
Valentino:
He is a moth that realises poison that's basically a date-rape drug. His wings are hidden, looking like a coat, which makes no sense, a cloak, cape or sleeveless coat would look better. He is a pimp who died in 1970s. Val was Hispanic when living. Apparently, he has bad eyesight.
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He is supposed to be a moth, but I don't really see it much, and the furr around his neck, that's a part of his body, just looks ridiculous. I would design him after some actual poisonous moth.
Cinnabar moth - The cinnabar is slate-black with two red spots and two pinky-red stripes on the rounded forewings. Its hindwings are pinky-red and bordered with black. The caterpillars feed on poisonous ragwort leaves. The poison from the leaves is stored in the caterpillar's body and remains even when they are an adult. As adult they leak the poison when they need to. Cinnabar moths can be seen flying during the day and night.
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Six-spot burnet moth - day-flying moth that flies with a slow, fluttering pattern. It has glossy black, with six red spots on each narrow, but long forewing. They release hydrogen cyanide when attacked.
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Personally I would go with Cinnabar moth, but make the spots heart shaped, and leave his inner outfit without the accessories (the suit with the white pants and golden heart belt). I would also leave his general body type but definitely change the neck furr ring, because wtf is that? I would play around with his glasses since he is supposed to have eyesight problems.
[Edit: Actually, I would make him a combo of both moths and make the furr ring his hair, because he is bald without the hat!?!?]
Velvette:
Velv is a fashion designer and critic, she is also an influencer. She keeps the Vees together and their image fresh on the internet. She's a British black woman in her early 30's. Originally her appearance was supposed to be doll-like, but that was changed to 'it-girl' and a 'bad bitch' with a darker aesthetic.
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Velvette's outfit is reminiscent of Val's (heart belt, coat with hearts, black stripes on arms) but darker, especially her sleeveless coat that imitates his wings. Since Valentino is already going to be darker (in my idea) and she is a fashion influencer it would make more sense for her to be brighter.
Main thing I would change about her is her skin tone, hair, and Harley Quinn themes left from her old design.
When creating very human like characters it's important to actually get the racial characteristics right. Her ashy skin and "curly" hair just makes it look like they didn't know how to draw a black character. I would give her a different texture, something between 3A and 4B. A hairstyle like heart shaped space buns would be so cool, but even if not, her styl in a poster in the background is already better than the ponytails.
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When it comes to her style I would get rid of pom-poms shoes and fingerless gloves. Her outfit for meeting the overlord was pretty okay, but I would change her other outfit. My inspiration would be PidginDoll's design, because he makes fabulous outfits and makeup looks for all bodies, genders and races, but I'll keep the 'goth' (it's not goth, it's just a little bit alt, mostly skulls) theme.
Blue accents like makeup would work great with her brown skin and would reference Vox.
Vox:
I genuinely think he has the best design in the entirety of the show, I would barely change anything. His outfit is similar to Alastor who he is trying to imitate, but he wears a tail suit, which is way more formal and elegant than any other suit, trying to showing he is a better, modern version of Alastor. I've seen some people got rid of his hat and gave him a tail made out a cord for fun, but other than that his design is good. Not too much details and not too little, tells us a lot about the character.
Maybe less stripes, because apparently Viv loves zebras or something. /hj
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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 10
Summary:  Frank confronts Ransom about you.
Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader
Rating:  explicit
Warnings:   Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, sex with a bit of an audience, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, sex in a pool, breeding kink, Frank Adler, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  7K
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“Ran,” you giggle, pushing Ransom away from you, but he pulls you back to his chest, nipping at your neck.  His hands drifting down your side, before cupping your ass.  “Ransom, your family is going to be here in just a minute.”
“I don’t even care,” he pants, but pulls back to look at you, “Buns, you look beautiful.”
“You’re just saying that because we’re going to pretend that we’re not in each other’s beds almost every night,” cupping your face, he brings you to him for the sweetest of kisses.  Peppering his lips all over your face.
“Mmm, they’re vultures,” he was so joyful as he brings your hips into him.  His hand runs down your side, and your skin begins to tingle with every inch he moves down your skin.  Ransom knew too well what he was doing to you, and knew even better how the two of you had decided to take things so slow.
Your eyes flit around his face before you slot your lips against his.  Hands going up underneath his sweater, and you scratch lightly on his back.  The two of you lost in the kisses of each other.  You couldn’t think of anything sweeter than just how pure Ransom could be.  The way you saw his confidence grow each passing day.  He deserved more than his parents and extended family had given him, and that’s precisely what you were going to do.
Leaning back onto the wall, Ransom lifts up one of your legs, placing it at his hip, while you whimper on his lips.  You didn’t know how long you could hold out anymore, or why either of you had continued to stop yourselves.  It wasn’t even a want as much of a need.  You needed him.  Needed to feel him pressing into your wet heat.  Needed to feel his cock throbbing in your core.  You needed all of him.
“Well, well, well,” Richard’s snake-y voice booms through the sitting room, and like children, you and Ransom pull apart from each other quickly.  This is not how you wanted any of his family to find out.
“Told you he was screwing the help.”
“Jacob, we don’t talk like that.”
“She’s not even the help, she’s Grandpa’s nurse.”
“I see what this is.  Weaseling your way into our family money using my son!”
Ransom pushes your body behind him, standing up proud and tall, he wouldn’t let them insult you, “That’s enough.  She’s not…we’re dating.  This is my girlfriend.”
“Kind of convenient, don’t cha think?  Good looking man, lots of money, a wealthy family.”
“I’m not after Ransom’s money.  I…Ransom, I…” your voice gets lost, and you hide your face in his back.  His family came with him, and he was worth it.  He was worth this.
“I told you.  I told you she was here just to swindle our money.”
“I don’t want your goddamn money.  I came from money, too!” Your voice screeches, as you stomp away from them.  Even though you hear Ransome protest, and call out your name, you need to get away from those disgusting people, and go into the only other room that makes you feel comfortable; Ransom’s office.
“What is your problem?” Ransom glares at each and every single one of his family members.  “You don’t get to come here treating people like that.  And definitely not her.”
“Well, maybe if you didn’t fall for some slut that is here only to…”
“She’s not some slut!”
“Then why are you fucking her?”
“I’m not!  We are dating, and we are taking things slow.  I didn’t tell any of you because look how you act.  This is my life, and it’s mine and her relationship.  None of you are included.  Not even the alt right asshole who likes spying on us.  Yeah.  We’ve been together awhile.  I didn’t need you lot to poison our relationship.  I love her!  And there’s nothing you can say or do to make me change my mind.  Now, if you would excuse me, I’m going to find my girlfriend.”
Ransom stomps through the estate and straight to his office.  If you weren’t with Harlan, it’s where you always were.  Like this unspoken way to find you.  Slinging open the door, he sees you look up at him through your lashes with a strained smile.  “Buns, I’m…” turning around, you push all his papers and things into the floor.  Smiling when they make a loud raucous, and you hope his family enjoys the show.  “Bunny, no.”
“Ransom, I love spending time with you, and I want this.”
“Why?  Tell me why because we don’t owe them anything.”
Turning back to look at him, you go underneath your dress to take off your panties, letting them fall to the floor before you step out of them.  Lifting up your dress you lean back on his desk and spread your legs slowly.  Making sure he sees your weeping cunt, and just how ready you were, “I don’t care what they or anyone else says, Hugh Ransom Drysdale, I love you.  I know what being in love is now because I’m so in love with you that it hurts not having this part of you.”
Ransom had never heard anything so beautiful in his life.  No one, to his knowledge, had ever said that to him.  No one had ever made him feel the way that he did.  “I’m in love with you.”
“I didn’t say that to force you into telling me.  I…”
“Bunny, I love you,” walking closer to you, he starts to undo his pants; there is too many clothes separating the two of you.  Your hands go under his sweater, and you pull it off.  Spinning you around, Ransom slowly undoes the zipper on your dress, letting it cascade to the floor, and he kicks it to the side before he places you back on the desk.  Removing your bra with one hand, “Wow.”
Holding his cock firmly in his hand, he smears his tip, leaking of precum, through your folds, and you yip at the feeling.  Staring deeply into each other’s eyes when he slowly pushes through your tight channel.  Inching through your folds, and both of your forget to breathe.  
Legs spreading wider to accommodate his thick frame.  And just when you think you couldn’t take anymore, he pushes more into your warmth.  Not stopping until he bottoms out, and you gasp, clinging to his arms, needing his body to fully encapsulate yours.
Holding himself still while you get adjusted to his girth.  Smiling through your sweet sounds, and you start to lean back, feeling more comfortable when Ransom’s thumb starts to make tight circles on your bundle of nerves.  “You feel good, Ran,” you choke out.  “You feel amazing inside of me.”
“There’s not a day that will go by that I don’t want to be settled right here,” he taps along your stomach.  Showing you exactly where he was seated at.  
“I love you,” you repeat again.  You wanted him to feel all the love that you had for him.  “I love you, Ransom.”
“I love you,” is the last thing that Ransom is able to get out before he sets at a desperate pace.  The two of you had been aching for one another, and you finally had it.  Frustrated and pissed off at his family, but he was making sure you felt exactly how much he loved you.  How much that he had been craving you, but more than for sex.  The sex was the bonus.  
Your hand slams on the desk as you move to get more comfortable.  Ransom’s thrusts making the desk legs screech and move on the floor, “Yes!” You scream a bit too loud, but Ransom smiles anyway.  Your voice is horse already, and you just know you have to be making the most lewd moans.  Your pussy was definitely squelching throughout this office space.  Filling the small room with Ransom’s new favorite sound.
Ransom grunts as he rails into you, and you can not imagine a time that you had felt this good.  Your hands explore his body, grasping at his ass, and becoming addicted to his noises.  He was fully yours, and you were fully his.
“Well,” Linda clicks, hearing something else fall off the desk.  “I saw this coming the day that she walked through that door.”
“Right there, baby!” Your voice bounds down the hallway directly to his family.  “Yes!  Yes!  Ransom, right there!”
“At least they’re having fun,” Meg shrugs, and her entire family, sans Harlan, turns to glare at her.  “What?  You’ve been accusing the two of them of fucking for months.  Now you know that they are,” she snorts when you clearly was coming.  Otherworldly mewls muffled only by the sound of something slapping onto wood.  “At least he loves her,” Meg adds in when Ransom shouts that he loves you.
“And she’s using him.”
“You say that only because you’re not around them,” Harlan walks into the study.  “Sounds like it’s about on time.  Fran?  Will you have their dinner taken into Ransom’s office when the uh…noise dies down.  At least he has a couch and blankets in there.  Just leave it outside of the…door,” nobody could concentrate with how the two of you were carrying on.  
“That sounded like the bookshelf,” Walt groans, when random items bang onto the floor.
“So it does.  Let’s eat.  You wanted them to have sexual relations so bad Linda, looks like you finally got your wish.  And I would completely drop the subject all together.  Ransom is making preparations.  That woman will be your daughter in law, or you will have a very heartbroken son.  Take your pick.  Dinner.  I’m famished.”
“You’re going to allow this to happen in your house?” Richard points down the hallway, hearing the loud bang of Ransom throwing you up against the wall.  “This is too explicit for dinner.”
“Yeah, well, we can just ignore it, or you can leave.  You insulted her, you insulted your son, and their relationship.  I believe that this is a…”
“Oh fuck me!”
“Ahh,” Harlan’s mouth turns up into a wicked grin at Ransom’s outburst, “I was going to go with this is a fuck you, but I think your son answered for you.  Shall we eat, or is everyone’s stomach turned?”
“Jacob shouldn’t be hearing this,” Donna awkwardly laughs, touching her eyebrow, trying to fake embarrassment when in reality she was jealous of the pleasure you were clearly feeling..  “Wow…she’s vocal.”
“I heard them taking turns going down on each other last week.  He’s just as…vocal.  It’s nothing I haven’t heard.”
Meg cackles when your voice reaches a high pitch, and Ransom is moaning just as loud, “I think that was the grand finale.  Can we eat now?  I’m starving.”
“You can eat with that…noise?” Joanie whines, but Meg just shrugs.
“Judging by their labored breaths, and the noise stopping, they're finished.  I’m eating, Grandpa?  Oh, I don’t dislike her by the way.  Notice how Ransom isn’t such a prick?  I’m going to go with her being the reason,” she walks behind Harlan into the dining room, while the rest of the family wait for a moment.  Contemplating on what they were going to do before following suit.
Ransom carries you over to the couch, and drapes a blanket over both of your bodies, while the two of you gaze at one another.  The most beautiful post sex glow on both of your skin.  This wasn’t how you had imagined the first time with Ransom to be, but it was perfect.  Your relationship was now out in the open, and there was nothing that anyone could do about it.  
Your hand brushes his stray hairs out of your face, and you smile constantly at him.  “Ransom, I love you.  I wasn’t saying that in the heat of the moment.  I love you.  I now can honestly say that this is different.  This is something I have never felt before.”
Grabbing your hand off his face, he brings it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles, “I love you, too.  I guess…they all know.”
“Let them know.  I didn’t want to hide this anymore anyways.”
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“Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair,” Ransom calls out, walking into the living after your parents.  “Please, don’t leave.  I stayed behind because…well, I um — I needed to talk to you.  There’s a reason, well, several reasons why your daughter and myself decided to visit.”
“You better not be telling me she’s pregnant,” pregnancy tests were brought, but none had been taken, so Ransom shakes his head no quickly.  “Shit, Faye, I think Ransom needs us to sit down, huh, son?”
“Yes, please,” he gulps, your father grabs your mother’s hand, leading everyone into the living room.  Upon sitting, Ransom just rubs his thighs up and down.  Eyes misting up because there were no words he could think that would ever compare to how he truly felt about you.  “I love your daughter.”
“So we’ve heard,” your mom smiles at Ransom, it was finally happening for you, and the right way.  “She loves you, too.  Doesn’t she, Ronnie?”
“Yeah, yeah.  My daughter has loved before.  Or so she thought.  What makes you different?”
“I don’t want to keep her from her family.  Harlan is my family, and he’s agreed as well.  I want her.  And if I want her I can’t stay in Boston.  I bought us some land on Sowers Road, and had a house built for us, and our future children, and my grandpa, his mom recently passed, and he will be moving here as well, and…”
“It’s a bit premature isn’t it?  Buying a house, and ready to move your grandfather out here.”
“Yes, but I want to marry her, and that’s why I need to ask you both for your blessing.  Bunny is traditional.  She loves the ceremony of things, and she would want me to ask you before I asked her.  I’ve got the ring, here,” Ransom opens the ring box, and slides it across the coffee table, and your mother grips at your dad’s hand.  “I love her more than anything else in this world.  I want a family with her, and I want her to have a perfect little farm, and — I just want her, and whatever comes with her.  Whatever that means.”
“You want kids?”
“Yes.  We both really want kids.”
“You got enough land for a ranch?”
“Yes, sir.  Her friend Bucky has been putting it together.  I don’t know anything about that life, but he does.  And he’s set everything up.  And he’s going to run everything, and I’m going to try and learn that life.”
“But you’re bringing my baby home to me?” Ransom nods at your father.  Your mother was ready to give her approval to Ransom the moment the three of them had walked into the living room.  “I’ll be honest with you, I really hated you.  She was ready to head back to Boston after two days here.  This is only the second time she’s come home, and according to her sister, you are the reason why because she couldn’t leave you.  You’ve got nothing in Boston?”
“Just her and Harlan.  And they’d both be living here.  Mr. Sinclair, I’ve never loved anyone.  Never respected anyone.  Never saw myself planning for the future until your daughter.  So if you could please give me your blessing.”
“You have it,” Faye pipes up, patting on her husband’s leg.  “He’s a hard ass.  We only had girls, and he raised them to take care of themselves.  But at the end of the day my baby wants to be a wife and mother, and take care of her ranch, and the ones she loves.  And you’re that person.”
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Ransom leans around you, giving you the sweetest and most tender kisses on your shoulder.  Up in the highest part of the estate had become yours and his sanctuary.  Leaning forward with nothing but a blanket around your waist, you add a bit more blue paint to the canvas.  The sunlight beams into the small room that had become your favorite place to make love, and paint.  
“It’s beautiful, but not quite as much as you,” giggling, you turn your neck, and look at the most handsome man that you had ever met.  “Where is this at?”
“There’s this little area in Montana.  It’s off of Sowers Road, and they have this great tiny little mountain.  Up by itself.”
“Mmm, tell me about this place,” he says, spinning you around.  Even though you were both completely naked, glistening in sweat, and had nothing but a blanket, there was no urge to have sex again, you just were together.  “What did you do there?”
“Me and my sisters would sneak out of the house, and go there.  Lay on this mountain, and look at the land below.  Each of us dreaming up what we would do if the land was ours.  But mostly, we’d lay on our backs and look at the stars.  Waiting for a shooting star to make wish.”
“What was your wish?”
Looking down at his lips, you serenely smile, and lean forward to give him a chaste kiss, “You.”
Ransom rolls his eyes, chuckling, and pushing you back a bit, “Uh-uh, you didn’t even know I existed.  So what did you wish for?”
“I didn’t lie, Ran.  I wished that I would meet someone and fall so deeply in love, and that I would know that I couldn’t live my life without them.  I mean living there would be a dream.  I always felt like being there you were closer to the heavens.  And then I met you, and I realized it didn’t matter where heaven is, because I feel the closer I am to you the closer I am to heaven.  You know, we’ve never talked about our future.  Where do you see us?”
“Hopefully you with a baby in your belly, and a child in my arms,” shaking your head no, you lean forward to lay on his shoulder.  “You don’t want kids?”
“You don’t want them.”
“That’s utter horse shit.  Why would I not want a Bunny or Ransom junior?  Up until I met you, I thought I was destined to be a bachelor.  Boy, did that change.  So do you want kids?”
“Yeah.  I want a house full of kids.  Got their little boots on, not afraid to pet a horse or feed a cow.”
“Ahh, a farm?”
“A ranch, and a mini farm.  Have cute little corgis herding the kids more than the animals.”
“Corgis, huh?” He asks, pulling you in closer when you nod your head.  You wrap your arms around his, sighing when he pulls you into his lap.  “So we’re going to have these corgis that are chasing our kids around?”
“Yes,” Ransom could feel you smiling on his skin.  Feeling you smile was almost as invigorating as seeing it.  “Gucci.”
“Hmm?”
“I want our first corgi named Gucci.”
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Ransom finally takes the blindfold off your face, and you look up at the house in shock.  It was beautiful, but it was in your spot.  “This…this is Sowers Road, isn’t?”
“It is.  What do you think of the house?”
“It’s perfect,” tears spring at your eyes because it really was perfect.  Even a pond in front of the house.  “There’s a lookout in the house,” it was like someone had gone on your Pinterest and built the house according to your dreams.  “There’s…Ran, there’s a little dock.  That’s almost exactly where me and my sister’s would lay looking at the stars.”
“Come on, let’s go look at it,” you shake your head no, wrapping your arms around yourself.  You hate to be this way, but someone was getting your dream spot.  “Buns, come on, lets go for a swim.”
“No.”
“Why?” He chuckles, and you pout at him.  It shouldn’t hurt so much to see your dreams obliterated, but it hurts so bad.  Someone was going to be living your dream, “Buns, why?”
“They probably have cameras everywhere.  We can’t just — Ransom, where are you going?”
“Swimming.  Care to join me,” he goes ahead, pulling his shirt off, turning around to look at you slowly getting out of the truck.  His hand goes to his belt as he yanks it out.  Teasing at his button, “Buns, come on!  You get in this pond with me, I’ll buy you Gucci.”
“This is someone’s house,” Ransom points up at the house, and you shrug.
“Babe, there’s no furniture.  Nobody is going to see us.  And if they do, they’re getting a view of my white ass,” standing still, he drops his underwear and pants in one swoop, giving you a wink when you see his dick.  “Bunny, hop on into the pond with me,” taking a deep breath, Ransom jumps into the pond, and you gather his clothes, walking over to it.
“What are you doing?  You’re not getting naked.”
“I’m not having sex with you in this pond.”
“You know it’s not actually a pond?  This is a natural looking pool,” he gives you a shit eating grin, and snaps his fingers, “Get in the pool with me.”
“I’m not having sex with you in this pool.  This is somebody’s house.”
“They’re not here.  They won’t care.”
“No, I’m not doing it.  Someone’s kids could be swimming in this, and your…your cum would be floating in it,” he throws his head back laughing, wading closer to you, “But I will get naked, and swim with you if the water isn’t too cold.”
“It’s heated, sweetheart.  Get in.  I’m not hard, I’m not going to have sex with you, I just want to make out with my girlfriend, and look out at the place that she used to make wishes from,” as quick as possible you start removing your clothes.  It was invigorating to be showing this place to Ransom.  Letting him see just how beautiful it was at night.  “Quit folding our clothes, and get your ass in this pool with me, and let me hold you as the sun sets.”
“You hush, Drysdale!” You take his word for it, and jump into the pool, and thankfully he wasn’t lying.  It feels amazing.  Just what you need.  Coming up, you are quickly jerked to his side.  “This is nice.  Now, you have to get me Gucci.”
“You name what kind of corgi you want and what color, and I will get you Gucci.  Now, C’mere.  The sun will be setting soon.”
“If you get hard, Ran, you’re on your own.”
“Not even if we go back in the truck?”
“That is my dad’s truck!  No!” While you giggle, Ransom blows raspberries on your neck.  His hands wrap around you, and he rubs along your belly.  “I think I should take a test when we get back to my parents’.”
“How about you decide that later.”
“You’re up to something,” peeking back at him, he just shrugs.  Swimming the two of you over to the edge of the pool, “You’re up to something big.  I don’t know if I trust you.”
“Whatever.  Trust me or don’t.  I don’t care,” that sneaky little smile proves just how right you are.  Ransom struggled to keep secrets from you, and for whatever reason, he was currently keeping something.  And a big something.
“Just look at the view,” you sigh, staring out at the setting sun.
Ransom lifts you up and out of the water, tilting his head down at your exposed breasts, “Oh, I’m looking at the view.”
“Ransom!  Are you always horny?”
“Yeah.  That’s what happens when I see you naked.  Now, why don’t we forget what you said earlier…”
“Nu-uh.”
“But you need your medicine.”
Your arm bends, and you cup his cheek.  You were just as guilty as Ransom when it came to being naked around each other.  Your pupils start to dilate as you look at him, “And what’s my medicine?”
“Mmm, something that is going to make you feel so good.  And besides, I want to see this belly so swollen with me,” he gives you a kiss, pulling away, but you hold him closer.  A chaste kiss turning into sin.  Twisting your body around so you can fully look at him.  Can feel his cock hard and hitting at your belly.  “Wait, is sex in the water a smart idea?”
“What?” You whimper, already grabbing the base of his cock.  Lifting a leg up around his body.  “Don’t you stop this now.  You started it.”
“Is it safe?”
“If the people who own this house have cameras it won’t be.  Ran, please, fuck me.  Fuck your seed in me, and let’s make a baby.”
“There’s my girl,” he whispers before crashing into your warmth.  You chirp, pulling him as close to you as possible.  He uses your body to fuck himself just as the sun starts to move behind the mountains creating the most perfect glow over you and Ransom.  This was another dream.  To have sex with the love of your life and see under the most beautiful sky you can think of.  
Stars and the moon start drifting into view, and your fingers grip onto his back.  His tip hits at just the right spot to send you spiraling.  Making the most beautiful sounds that Ransom needs to taste.  Slotting his lips against yours he swallows every strangled mewl.  Growling into your mouth as the two of you race for release.
When you were a child you had never dreamed of this moment.  Didn’t know that sex and making love were two very different things.  Didn’t know that the connection between two people could bind each other’s soul together.  
Ransom’s arms squeeze around your body.  The two of you let out a moan that echoes through the mountains right as Ransom’s voice breaks, eyes squishing close, and his jaw goes slack.  Your walls clenching down around him, and milking every bit of his cum.  The thick seed painting deep in your womb, while you deeply breathe, smiling at the man you know will be your husband.  You didn’t care what order things happened, Ransom would be your husband, the father of your child, and the two of you would have a home somewhere.
“What happened to not having sex in the pool?”
“I said that when I thought this was a pond,” with his hands wrapped tight around your bum, he starts walking the two of you out of the pool, “Where are you going?”
“I am going to see if the door is unlocked.”
“This house?  Ran, you know they have this locked,” he is goofy.  Ransom was going to get the two of you arrested if he didn’t stop playing with fire.
“Would you humor me?  This is the place that you have dreamed at and dreamed of your whole life.  Let’s just check it out,” sitting you on the ground, he throws your clothes at you.  Laughing as the two of you struggle to put clothes on wet skin.  
Sneaking up to the front door, Ransom gives you the biggest smile when it opens.  It was immaculate.  Even with very little to no future, it was amazing.  A larger house than you dreamed, but it worked.  “I want to see the kitchen,” you run towards the direction you just knew had to be the kitchen, and spin around.  Opening up the empty cabinets and forgetting Ransom altogether.  
You feel like a kid.  Like someone had given you a magical paintbrush, and your imagination had cooked this up.  Leaning around the corner you check something out, before you see Ransom move quickly out of the corner of your eye, and you spin to  look at him, gasping.  Your boyfriend is down on the floor on one knee, holding up a box of the most beautiful ring.
“You know you are the best thing that has ever happened in my life, and I don’t want to wait anymore.  I asked your parents earlier today, they gave me their blessing, and…will you marry me?”
“You’re asking me in somebody else’s house though.”
“No, I’m not,” a hand goes to your mouth, and there was no stopping the tears, “This is ours.  Your sisters helped a lot by showing me how to use your Pinterest.  Bucky helped, too.  He’s got a house at the edge of the property.  Closer to the barn.  Harlan is waiting on your answer, because he has a buyer for the estate, and he said that you and him are not allowed to be separated.  Bunny, this is our home for our kids, and…I couldn’t keep you and stay in Boston, and I don’t care about that place, I care about you, and if you would please put me out of my misery, and let me hold you because I can’t stand to see you cry.”
“But they’re happy tears,” you wipe away the steady flow of tears that you just couldn’t stop.
“Answer my question, you crazy thing.”
“Yes!  Yes!  Ransom Drysdale, I will marry you tomorrow if that’s what you really want.  I just, oh,” your words are cut short as he crashes his lips against yours.  Struggling to grab your left hand, until you push him off, “Make it official, Ran,” Ransom slides the ring over your finger, and you give it a quick look before looking back at your fiancé.  Today was a perfect day.  “Wait, you included Bucky?”
“Do you think I know I can run a farm and ranch alone?  I didn’t even know what a ferrier is or that the cows need to have hoof trims, or the pigs, or even what a chicken run was.  Bucky is our ranch hand.  He’s going to be the boss, and the lead man.”
“Good, because I want you to work on your book more.”
“Ehh, I need to learn some things.”
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Frank spotted that stupid pretty boy that you had brought here first.  Saw his ridiculously perfect hair as the two of you, and your oldest and youngest sister walk through the downtown area.  You were acting like a lovesick puppy dog.  Clinging to him, smiling up at him, and every chance you could, you would kiss him.  Like anyone wanted to see that.  It was sickening how you were completely consumed by him.  
How even your sisters would laugh at something that he said.  Frank hated Ransom.  What kind of name was Ransom?  And why did you bring him here?  Frank keeps his eyes on the man because he just knew Ransom was going to look at some other woman as she walks by, but currently nothing.  The only other women he looks at are your sisters.  But after a few seconds he was back to looking at you.
The two of you were stupid.  You had come to where Frank was, and he couldn’t get away from you two.  Wherever you were, Ransom was.  Until you and your sister’s walk into a store, and Ransom is left sitting on a bench outside of it, but his eyes stay on the store, and Frank sees why.  Lingerie.
This is Frank’s only chance to actually speak to the man without you being present.  Of course you would lie to make Ransom feel better.  You would do anything to keep yourself out of trouble.  Strutting over to the bench, Frank sits quickly, and Ransom doesn’t even look his way.  He is too happy to let Frank ruin it.  
“Women like Bunny aren’t easy to keep entertained,” Ransom slowly turns to look at Frank with a look of pure disdain.  “Trust me as someone who knows.  We had this great relationship, me and her.  I was even the one that gave her that nickname.  And then, just when I thought we were moving forward, she runs off and leaves me.  We had us a home, too.  Left me with all those bills.  Left the dog, and Clyde still hasn’t been the same.  I was left heartbroken, but I knew she was always going to come back.  But, I got nothing for her.”
“Ahh, so this is why you’re talking to me?  Because you’re completely over her, right?” Ransom asks with a cheeky grin that just irritates Frank even further.  If only Frank knew that you and your sisters were in there trying to find you the perfect bridal lingerie, and Ransom was not allowed to look.  Frank had no idea what he was talking about.
“It’s more of a warning.  Bunny takes.  Bleeds you dry, and just when you think she’s done, she comes back to scrape the remains off you.”
“Frank, you can say whatever you want, but I’m not running away from her.  And she’s not running away from me.  I can promise you that.  I’ve run away from everything in my life, but it won’t be her.  She’s…”
“Hmm, how long have the two of you even been together?”  Frank was digging, and Ransom could clearly see that.  Ransom did not trust this man.  He was obsessed with the fact that you left him.  Had he left you, Ransom knew Frank wouldn’t have even cared.
“Two years this Thanksgiving,” Ransom informs him proudly.  It was two glorious years, and it didn’t feel even close to a year.  The most unfortunate thing about being with you is that time moves too quickly.
“That’s all?  You’re still in the honeymoon phase.  Wait…two years ago, huh?  So right before she came home for a week?  Just how serious were the two of you?  Maybe you should ask her what she was doing on her week home.  Because while you were at home, she wasn’t alone,” Frank shrugs his shoulders, and leans forward, starting to get up, “Look, man, I’m sorry.  I didn’t know she was dating anyone.  Failed to mention you.  But, just thought I would let you know who you are dating.  Have a good day, Ransom.”
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“You son of a bitch, Frank Adler!” Picking up a bean bag off the corn hole board, you hurl it at Frank, hitting him directly in the face.  Ignoring Steve’s chuckles, and chants to egg you on.
“Buns, you’re right on time, darling.  We were just about to start another round,” Frank gives the bag in his hand a little toss, missing the hold in front of him.
“What are you fucking playing at by talking to Ransom?” Picking up another beanbag, you throw it, but Frank catches it this time.
“Just telling your loser boyfriend what you were up to when you came home two years ago,” just like Frank to bend the truth.  Wanted to leave the most salacious parts in there, and miss the entire story all together.
“And what exactly was I up to?  Because I think I remember that night a bit differently than you do.  I recall you, Frank, cornering me in my parents barn, and fuckign begging me to take you back.  You started to kiss me, and…”
“First off,” Frank drops his bags, starting to walk closer to you, spotting a little glimmer from your hand, but he keeps his eyes only on your face, he was not ready to face that, “I didn’t beg.  And you kissed me back.”
“Wait, what was it that you said?  ‘Buns, I’m so sorry darling.  I was an idiot.  I didn’t mean to, but you know I can’t quit the rodeo completely.  I will do whatever it is you want, just give me one more chance.’  Your drunk ass started to kiss me, and I pushed you away.”
“Only because…” he stops himself, but if he wants to make an ass of himself, you are going to show everyone here just how much of an ass he really is.
“Oh, yeah, I left that part out.  You had your hand moving up under my dress.  And I pushed you away, and you fell on your ass.  I was just a piece of ass to you.  We tried, and we failed miserably, and now since I was the one that left you after you made that decision for us, you’re trying to ruin something good in my life.  Ransom is the best thing that ever happened to me.  So good in fact, he wasn’t even mad about what you told him.  He told me that we weren’t even serious or exclusive, and he wasn’t going to hold whatever happened between us over my head.  And I told him exactly what happened.  You better be glad that I came here instead of him.  He was ready to…”
“What?  Kick my ass?  Hehe, Bunny like that pretty boy could ever even touch me.  Why the hell is he even here, Bunny?  He doesn’t fit in here.”
“Get used to it.  We’re moving here, you jackass.  We…he built us a home, and I’m marrying that man,” you raise up your ring finger, showing Frank just how committed you are to Ransom.  “And…I hate you.  I hate you so much.  I have had the best time here, and you tried to ruin it.  It didn’t work.  He’s going to marry me and he…he’s going to be the best father to our baby, and you can kiss my ass.  You wanted to ruin something, and he is so pure and good.  And he will be the best husband to me, and you don’t even care.  You don’t care about my happiness or our baby’s you…you only care about you, and you left me!”
“You left me!” Frank seethes, clenching his fists on either side of his body.  Frank always remembered things differently.  Remembered the parts that made him look like the victim.
“I never even had you!  The rodeo had all of you, I got the scraps, and I told you.  I told you if you left I was done, and I was leaving.  You left.”
“You left without saying anything.  I thought we were happy.  You didn’t even give me signs that you were unhappy.”
“I gave you all the signs, you just didn’t listen!  You were trying to force a pregnancy on me,” it was the worst part about your relationship.  A time when you literally felt like a broodmare.  That you were nothing but the flesh between your legs, and the ability to provide him with a son.
“And you were lying to me about that.  About the morning after pills, and the birth control, you lied!”
“I was exhausted!  You never listened to what I wanted.  I wanted you!  And you wanted that damn rodeo.  You only wanted me pregnant so I would follow you around like a puppy.  And we weren’t ready for a baby.  I did both of us a favor.”
“What are you doing with him?  You can’t walk five steps without looking at him and kissing him.”
“You fucking psycho!  Why are you watching us?  He had a house built.  He’s moving here with me.  And he didn’t ask me to do anything.  We’re…we’re on the same page about this baby, and we both want this.”
Finally your words sink in with Frank.  This baby.  Your hands rub over your belly protectively, and a piece of Frank dies.  He always thought you would eventually come back.  And you did, but you didn’t come back for him.  “Wait…you’re pregnant right now?”
“You still don’t fucking listen, Frank.  Yes, I’m pregnant.  I just found out this morning with my fiance.  He stood behind me, holding my belly as we waited for the results, and we celebrated together, because unlike us, me and Ransom are a team.  We are partners.  And we both wanted this baby.”
“That’s not the order,” you had always told him; house, marriage, baby.  It now looked like you got a house, an engagement, baby.
“I made that order for you because I didn’t trust you.  I was never going to have you, and I have always had Ransom.  Please, leave us alone.  Let me be happy.”
“And what about me?”
“I tried, Frank.  I tried to make you happy, and then I moved on.  Ransom is…I’ve never loved anyone like I do him.  Be happy for me, or stay out of my fucking life.  Because whether you want to be happy for me or not, I’m going dress shopping this weekend.  We’re rushing the wedding, so…so our little peanut won’t be visible.  Please, Frank, let me go, and move on.  For both of us.  Because I’m never coming back.  Ransom is my future.  Goodbye, Frank.”
Spinning on your heels, you turn to walk away from the bar.  Followed by Bucky who leaves the game of corn hole, and even Steve glares at Frank, rubbing the back of his neck, “Man, that was shitty.”
“Yeah, coming to our bar and cussing me like that.”
“No, I was talking about you.  Bucky and I both told you that she was unhappy.  Bucky even told you what you needed to do.  You guys broke up, it happens.  But you telling Ransom something that didn’t exactly happen the way you said it did — what if he left Bunny, and she’s pregnant alone?  You don’t think about anyone but yourself.”
“And what about you Mr. I need three girls to fuck me at once.”
“They know what they’re getting into.  I’m not trying to ruin someone’s relationship based on lies.  Frank, man, admit you were wrong with this.  Bunny is happy.  Let her be happy.  Let her enjoy her life in that stupid big house with her stupid pretty boy fiancé.  Bunny has always deserved the world, and even you said that.  That man is giving her the world.  Why do you think he had that house built on Sowers Road?” Frank shrugs his shoulders, staring blankly at the ground.
“Did you ever listen to her?  I wasn’t sleeping with her, and I know what significance that location is to her.  Frank, just apologize and move on.  There’s other women.  Bunny’s gone.  She’s pregnant with another man, she’s getting married, and they got a home.  It’s done, man.  You’re going to make it worse for you, not her, if you keep doing this.  I’m out.  I’m going home,” he drops his bags, and struts to his truck.  Thinking to himself it might be time for him to leave the rodeo.  But then again, it might just be time for him to continue sowing those wild oats.
One thing Steve knew for sure, Frank is a bitter man, and that bitterness was changing him.  He never thought Frank would be so low as to try and make Ransom break up with you.  Thankfully Ransom is a better man than Frank.
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moon-is-a-cryptid · 1 year
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Lavender and honey
⭐️pairing: Bakugou katsuki x F!Reader
⭐️CW: fluffy, mentions of pregnancy, Soft katsuki
⭐️Type and A/N: adult au!, reader is katsukis little stay-at-home wife, and I'm making the reader an Alt-style housewife because this is lowkey self-indulgent. Has dark style, tattoos and piercings all that jazz because I rarely see people with body mods and alternative styles in fics and I'm angy about it.
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Katsuki sits in his car with his eyes closed, he was exhausted after the Villian chase that had played out until 1 in the morning. way past his own bedtime. Opening his eyes he slides out of his car, making his way to the door "shes probably asleep already" he mumbled to himself as he unlocked the door and shuffled in still in his hero uniform.
His duffle bag hits the floor as he shuffles out of his shoes and furrows his eyebrows. All of the lights are off except for the one spewing from the kitchen doorway into the living room, the house smelled of fresh lavender and sweet honey. The Knitting basket full of differing yarns of blacks, white and greys sat on the coffee table next to the scarf you had been working on for him since winter was approaching soon, donning the signature style of his high school skull shirt. The house is neatly decorated with your signature style, he had given you free rein of the house decor when you two decide you would be a stay-at-home wife. he was stewing with his eyes closed in the living room, the relaxing smell of the lavender-honey mix slowly taking away the stress of his work day when a little nudge to his leg makes his eyes open ever so slightly. looking down to be greeted by Yin, the black cat you had brought home after convincing Katsuki you needed a little friend to share your days with. the slender cat looked up at Katsuki with his orange eyes letting out a soft chatter before leaping in the direction of the kitchen, beckoning Katsuki to follow him.
Shuffling his way through the living room to follow his little leader, and hearing the softly played Metal song from your speaker on the counter. He leans against the sleek black door frame to see you in front of the stove pulling out a loaf of bread, donning an apron covered in flour paired with some leggings and a black maternity tank top that showed off your sleeved out arms, the fading greys and blacks that flow from your wrist to the back piece that is barely visible. the apron almost hid your growing belly. your hair tied back into a bun showing off the piercings that line your ears, lining up in chains and rings that lead down to a small gauge in your lobe, along with a little gauntlet tattoo behind your ear you had gotten prior to your relationship for your favourite Hero. Flour also had dusted over your face the snakebites in your lip that were usually little black and orange spikes had been switched out to orange and black rings instead, the eyebrow and bridge piercing switched from spikes to studs as well.
He watches as you pull the loaf from the oven and turn towards him, you jump, the loaf almost slipping from your oven mitts. " Suki! I didn't hear you come in!" you let out setting the pan on the spiderweb-looking pot holder that had been set out in preparation so as to not scorn the countertop. A tired smile plays across his face as Yin chitters up at you asking for pets. "Yin seems to be happy that you're home!" you pat the cat's head leaving traces of flour behind. " You seem to have a fun time baking, but why are you still awake?" Katsuki Questions nodding to the flour on Yin's head, you can see how tired Katsuki is in his crimson eyes, he was hoping to just change and crawl into bed but it seemed you had other plans. "the flour bag kinda exploded when I went to open it" letting out a small giggle you place your hand on the back of your neck, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks "I couldn't sleep because it felt like the little man was kicking my lungs," you began to ramble placing your hands on your belly. "and I was thinking really hard about how my grandma used to bake all kinds of things and remembered I have her lavender honey bread recipe!" you beamed up at him, though you were indeed tired, the pregnancy being a major factor as to why, Katsuki shook his head at your energy. "I'm so happy that you're home safe"
"Eat your bread quickly 'm tired sweets" He gruffed pulling you into a hug spreading flour onto his uniform and kissing your forehead. melting into his touch you lay your head on his chest the feeling of how tired you were settling in. You slowly start to sway to the music that had changed from the once aggressive song to Lonely day by a system of a down. Katsuki started to sway as you both softly hum to the music. forgetting that it was nearly 2 in the morning at this point, forgetting the bread that Yin was picking at on the counter and basking in each other's presence. Katsuki closed his eyes, finally able to feel fully at home with you in his arms.
"And if you go, I wanna go with you And if you die, I wanna die with you"
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izukum1d0r1ya · 14 days
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Hey! Welcome to my blog! I'm so grateful you're here; please take a moment to read through this so this can be a comfy experience for everybody 💚
(this post will be updated regularly! some things are subject to change.)
💚 This blog is a safe space, everybody is welcome here! There is 0 tolerance for discrimination here.
💚 I'm a fictive! Please this keep this in mind when interacting with me. I am not a roleplay account--a real person runs this blog so please treat it as such.
💚 I'm totally down to chat! I'm pretty much open to any topic (within reason, keep things sfw!)
💚 Asks are 100% welcome 🤗 please feel free to ask me anything that comes to mind, as long as it remains respectful!
💚 People call me momma bun, but it's not necessary to call me that if it's not comfortable! I am a caregiver alt, so the nickname kind of stuck lol. Izu is fine too!
💚 This blog will be mainly comfort posts, affirmations, my thoughts, and just overall good vibes.
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technovillain · 7 months
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Obsessed with your alt Gisu design, you have so much talent! 💙💙💙💙 I was wondering how you came up with each of the interns alt designs. Also hope you make a comic using that Alt design for Gisu one day!
tysm!!!! i'm glad u like them ehehehe ^_^ i can give u some design notes. it will be a long post sooooo I will put it under the cut. always love an excuse to ramble abt design choices.
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Gisu: I do like her dinosaur shirt swag, but i feel like her layering doesn't have a lot of clarity in terms of like. what is going on with the shirts (vest?) and since the dino thing is never relevant to her character, I decided to lean into the electrokinesis theme with the lightning bolt jumper & under-cape pattern. Which is just a headcanon but I always forget it is!! I just like the idea of her being into electrokinesis bc it would make a lot of sense for someone who is paired up with Otto. Changed her bag to be a strap for her board so she doesn't have to carry it around all the time. Asymmetrical bun for some of that PN1 asymmetry flavor. Mismatched shoes bc she seems like the type to think that's cool (also maybe bc i do this and i'm projecting) Missing toof from skating incident + torn jeans. Electrokinesis scars on her hands, bc I like to think that psi-powers can leave physical damage if not used properly.
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Morris: tried to balance out his proportions a little bit because sometime i feel like his head is so big you can't even see his body in screencaps. tried to make his head less round and his eyes too, I kind of like the thing that PN1 did where the heads sort of just fade into necks with less of a cutoff so I did that too. Nasty teenager moustache just felt right + some freckles. I changed his nose scar to face the other way bc I thought it was supposed to be nostrils at first. No notes on his levball-lawnchair wheelchair bc it is everything to me.
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Lizzie: wanted to up the 80s goth influence on her. Imagine her hair as the super-teased puffy fried Siouxsie hair of the 80s goths. Nerfed her amount of patterns just for the sake of there is no way I am ever going to draw all of her details ever bc I don't have that kind of patience. again the graphic liner to lean into the 80s goth style. Also took away her chin/neck priveleges bc I did that to norma first and wanted them to still look similar. denim vest for more 80s influence.
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Adam: (his is the only one i haven't stuck to drawing like this yet bc i like his canon round head) but I made him more square in general bc I feel like he's the most grounded and straight-edged intern. gave him more pattern on his dress (tunic?) and hat bc everybody has more pattern than him. the linked lapel pins and hat dangles are meant to evoke his use of the yo-yo weapon. Unified his color palette more with more green and purple. Strings tied around his fingers, again for more yo-yo imagery but also bc he seems like a workaholic who would be overscheduled and have a lot to remember.
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Norma: this girl knits!!! she was the first character i tried to "PN1-ify" and she just felt like she needed a big old backpack. for her overprepared freshman who thinks she knows everything energy. also symbolizes her putting a ton of weight and expectations on her shoulders when she really doesn't have to (which is kind of a core tenet of the little bit of canon personality she has) orange glasses bc my tinted glasses addiction is quite evident. the yellow pompom on her hat matches Lizzie's, giving them a sibling connection, also saying that she knitted her sister's hat :]
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Sam: the first thing that I thought when I first saw Sam's canon design was that she looked straight out of 2013 with her ugg boots and that particular shirt pattern, which maybe isn't exclusive to the early 2010s but once i thought that it was burnt into my mind. So I tried to make her look more 80s with the short skirt and buckled boots and off the shoulder sweater. the too-long sleeves give her kitty energy (and i put cat hair on them). Gave her whale earrings bc she seems to really like whales in canon. gave her a cleft palate scar because i drew her with that once, plus I kind of see it when she makes the :3 face. revoked her neck priveleges altogether because if compton and dogen don't have them why should she!!!
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xxbun-artxx · 1 year
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PINED EXPLAINING OF MY ALT DESIGNS/AUS/WRITING ETC
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If you're new, hi I'm bun the oni dumpling. I am the number one garmadon enjoyer and this is my art account.
This is a post to intro to my reworks and or redesigns of ninjago characters. (And fan writing in the future eventually)
☆What is retooling/reworking?
-Its when I rewrite or adjust the character's lore and or personality, I don't change thier core concepts.
Example: I didn't change the core concept of nya being the water elemental but I reworked her to be more independent from jay.
☆What is redesigning?
-I just change how the characters look, they are still the same character just look different.
*Example: If I give kai white hair but he's still the same person
☆what if you change the core concept?
-That would be a rewrite and I don't usually do that for the usual cannon but might for au purposes.
Example: if I made dearth an actual elemental
☆When I say both rework and redesign I mean that: I adjust -the character's writing and redesign them to show how different they are
☆Redesigns for fun =/= Redesigns for plot, i will point out which is wich per drawing
☆From now I'll use these short cuts:
-Rework: RE-w
-Redesign: RE-d
-Rewriting: RE-wr
-Cannon design: CD
-My design/Bun design: BD #ninjago bun design
-An au of mine/Bun au:B-AU #ninjago bun au
☆RE-W [Rewrite]:
-S3 Rewrite, Wip
Wip-Posts: 《Art here》 《Art here》 《Art here》
☆Characters i have done so far (may update in the future):
-Nya, RE-w + RE-d 《Art here》 《Art here》
-Pixel, RE-w + RE-d 《Art here》 c...cowboy
-Jay, slight RE-w + RE-d 《Art here》
☆ AUs I have made:
- Metal nya, #ninjago metal nya 《Art here》 《Art here》 《Art here》
*Extension of the metal nya au, water dareth, #ninjago water dareth 《Art here》
- Revived morro (still in beta): 《Art here》
- Movie rewrite (still in progress) : 《Art/anouncment here》 《koko, garmadon and jay brief 》 《what about side/other characters? + dareth》
☆Redesigns for fun I did:
- Garmadon pre Island of darkness, 《Art here》
~If you want to request a character you wana see RE-w/d/wr you can! (Asks are open)
And if you want to draw my design tag and or @ me I would absolutely love to see them♡
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beansprean · 1 year
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Queening The Pawn - Act 2 Part 1
QTP has returned!!! Now back to our regularly scheduled charged conversations in the crypt.
Read from the beginning
Act 2: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10
(ID in alt and under cut)
ID: 1a. Close up on Guillermos eye, swollen red from crying himself to sleep, as it flutters open. 1b. Guillermo sits up in his bed under the stairs, wide-eyed and rumpled, still wearing his collared shirt from the night before. He has a cube bookshelf as a nightstand, which has a lamp, a yoo-hoo with a pink sticky note, and his glasses on top. In the shelves below: the interview with the vampire series, a few notebooks, a buffy vampire Funko pop, various unlit candles, and the vest he had been wearing crumpled up and half on the floor. 1c. Close up on his glasses, laid out neatly, and the yoo-hoo, likely now warm, on the nightstand. We can now read the sticky note on the bottle, on which someone had clearly had trouble spelling Guillermos name. It says: "for Gee (crossed out) Jui (crossed out) you". In the background, Guillermo clutches his blankets and turns his head toward the doorway offscreen, looking a bit lost as memories from the previous night flash behind him in grayscale (Nandor dropping to his knees, threatening Nandor with a stake, Nandor's desperate expression, the words "but it didn't work").
2a. Later, now dressed in a patterned sweater and hair still messy but hastily combed, Guillermo stands in the hall in front of the door to Nandor's crypt. He frowns and pauses, hand held out uncertainly toward the handle. In the background is a small table with half melted candles and a small painting that looks like a vampiric version of "Saturn devouring his son". 2b. Close up as Guillermo looks to the left, eyes still tired and red-rimmed. 2c. Shot from over Guillermo's shoulder as he stares down the hall towards the front door, which stands like a bright red beacon luring him forward. Behind Guillermo's head, another memory flashes in greyscale: himself collapsing into Nandor's embrace as Nandor begs, "Right now, I am afraid. So you must stay. My dear Guillermo..." 2d. Shot facing Guillermo again as he pulls his fist to his chest and exhales a bracing breath, eyes closed and brow furrowed in determination. 2e. Without opening his eyes, Guillermo screws up his face as if bracing for a blow and reaches forward to open the door before he can change his mind.
3a. Shot from inside the room as Guillermo cracks the door halfway and leans in slightly, looking apprehensive. He calls out, "Mas- Nandor? It's nightfall..." 3b. Reverse shot of Nandor, awake and standing in front of an open wardrobe as he ties a leather belt around his waist. He is dressed a bit more plainly in only two layers, his usual cloak or jacket either lain aside or not yet put on. His hair is pulled back in it's normal style, but a bit sloppily, some hairs escaping the bun and tangles left behind. He whips his head up in shock as Guillermo enters the room, locking their gazes, and Guillermo lets out a surprised little "Oh!" 3c. Shot over Nandor's shoulder as Guillermo opens the door fully and begins to step into the room, noting, "You're...up already." with wide eyes. Nandor, haughty expression in profile, spits back "Yes. I am perfectly capable of getting myself out of my own coffin, you know!" Guillermo immediately replies, "I know." 3d. Repeat of previous panel, both of them now silent and looking awkwardly away from each other. Guillermo is in the room now, but has one hand still on the doorknob and the other pulled protectively to his chest. Nandor has dropped his performative anger and looks very nervous.
4a. Close up on Guillermo, looking nervous but determined as he turns his gaze to the ground, starting, "Um...so..." Offscreen, Nandor interrupts, "Very well!" 4b. Matching Guillermos expression, Nandor continues, "We can commence with the yelling. I am ready." He steps forward and gestures Guillermo towards the loveseat, having dragged a cushioned wooden chair over for himself. 4c. Close up on Guillermo trying to mask his surprise, responding woodenly, "Oh. Okay." He thinks to himself, "He...actually wants to talk about it?" /end ID
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six-costume-refs · 1 year
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2022-23 Broadway Wigs
Starting off by mentioning that all the Six wigs are individually designed for their actors, with exact colors/textures/styles decided by what’s most flattering on the individual queen. That means that any new cast (especially in the US) could have totally new designs, new elements or colors/shades, or pre-existing elements but in a new combination. There are also times when wigs are totally standardized with the only change being the colors to match the individual queens’ hair (this is most commonly the case for Howard). And when I refer to US wigs or what’s typical for each role, I’m exclusively referring to mainland US (Broadway + tours). NCL is a totally different team and set of wigs.
There have also been quite a few changes between opening and the present. Anything that changes the overall look or design I’ll note, but anything in the vein of minor thinning or a very minor trim that isn’t particularly influential I won’t. Just know those things always happen a fair bit with new wigs.
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Hailee Kareem Wright
Hailee has a full ombré wig in shades of dark browns. Middle part with Dutch braids on either side. It’s longer and with a flatter back and sides than many Aragon wigs.
US Aragon wigs have some of the most variance depending on the queen. This wig is definitely noticeably individualized for her (and I have to give the design team props for this, it’s definitely one of my favorite Six wigs). The basic design is near-identical to Bre Jackson’s wig with the ombré and Dutch braids, but it pretty significantly differs from Adrianna Hicks’, who had primarily black wigs with very dark brown highlights and no braids.
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Leandra Ellis Gaston
First of all, a moment for the braids!!!! Truly was not expecting this and it was SUCH a welcome surprise.
Leandra has a full wig with hip-length box braids that are narrower at the front of the scalp but chunkier in the center back. Color mix is primarily black but has some very dark brown in there. Other than the braids(!!!) the middle part and space-buns are standard for US wigs.
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Bella Coppola
This wig is actually very interesting. At first glance it’s a very typical Seymour wig but it’s a pretty significant departure from US Seymour wigs and more in line with UK: the beehive has only really been seen in UK (which I talked about here), both the US and UK used to use center parts but this past year the US has been using side parts, and US has typically shifted towards a shorter wig than Bella’s. Color is more unique too; most of the US (+NCL wigs) have had a little bit more of a red/strawberry/warm brown tone, while this one is more in line with the blondes popular in the UK (lot of factors here at play that I’ll get into another time). There’s still more of a golden tone than the more platinum that UK usually goes for, but it is overall more in line with UK.
They’ve also changed the wig slightly over time: the size of the beehive has been increased and it seems like there’s been a shift towards tighter curls rather than the usual looser curls it started with (which are more in line with we’ve been seeing from other US casts lately).
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Nasia Thomas
Nasia’s wig has braids coming up from the sides and back to swoop into the top section that’s been left loose and to the right. Red highlights as (almost) always. It has been significantly thinned down with time (opening bottom right as opposed to top row from their performance a few weeks later).
The style is a significant change from Brittney Mack’s hair, who had her own braids with bleached highlights but no loose section and red added in only some of the time. The tour principals have had more of a mid range - braids up the sides/back and red highlights like Nasia, but the top section is still braids centered on the head rather a loose section to the side. The tour alts’ wigs all vary quite a bit with nothing identical but some similar elements.
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Zoe Jensen
Very standard US Howard ponytail with nothing particularly new or notable. Pink dyes differ a bit from queen to queen but that’s really the only variance for her!
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Taylor Iman Jones
Alright, here’s the one everyone’s been asking about. Taylor has a full black wig with some warm dark browns mixed in. She debuted a totally new hairstyle for Parr, completely different from anything we’ve seen before. At opening, the hair on the front right of her head was pulled over to the side and back, with all the hair on the left side of her face + the entire back bottom half down or to the side in loose curls. Since then they’ve thinned it out very substantially; the section on the left side of the face functions more like a ponytail (more like we’ve seen with Roxanne Couch’s old side ponytail wig or Sydney Parra’s wig) and the amount left loose at the bottom has been slimmed down.
A post on the alts (including Marilyn Caserta) will come a bit later - they haven’t all debuted and a few wig designs have been changing around.
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Top-bottom, L-R:
Hailee: 5 Dec 2022, Daniel Rader; 19 Dec 2022, Today Show; 5 Dec 2022, Jennifer Broski; posted 9 Dec 2022, @/sixthemusical
Leandra: 5 Dec 2022, either Michaelah Reynolds or Daniel Rader (credited as Reynolds by Leandra but Rader by Six); 19 Dec 2022, Today Show; 5 Dec 2022, Michaelah Reynolds; 5 Dec 2022, Daniel Rader
Bella: 5 Dec 2022, Jennifer Broski; posted 8 Dec 2022, @/bella_coppolala; posted 9 Dec 2022, @/sixthemusical; posted 22 Dec 2022, @/sixthemusical
Nasia: 19 Dec 2022, @/taylorimanjones; 19 Dec 2022, Today Show; 5 Dec 2022, Daniel Rader; posted 25 Dec 2022, @/nasiathomas
Zoe: @/lanazoejensen, @/carrington_spires
Taylor: 5 Dec 2022, @/peachez.nyc; 5 Dec 2022, Jennifer Broski; 5 Dec 2022, Michaelah Reynolds (Six credits as Daniel Rader but on Reynolds’ page); 5 Dec 2022, Jennifer Broski; @/hausofiman; 19 Dec 2022, Today Show; 19 Dec 2022, @/nasiathomas; posted 4 Dec 2022, @/sixthemusical
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robboyblunder · 1 year
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I may have a bias but Barnaby with a bun because I said so. Also he deserves to dress up in outfits!! I want him to change it up! Fashionista era for him because he's healing (also Kotetsu learning he's Bisexual from it)
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doctor-freakshow · 7 months
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> old art posting #11
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> vampire lady evelyn my love <3 and one mabel. im still developing these two, along with all my other OCs, but she hasn't changed too much since last year-ish. mabel definetly has, tho.
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[Image Description: Three digital painting of my original character Evelyn. Image 3 also includes my character Mabel. Evelyn has pale skin and waist length black hair, with grey streaks running down it. Her ears are long and pointed at the tips. She has quite deep eyebags and wrinkles around her nose. She wears dangling jewel earrings in all images. Mabel is slightly more tanned than Evelyn, with freckles all over her skin. Her hair is ginger, fluffy and short. Her ears are shorter, but also pointed at the tips.
Image 1: A bust painting of Evelyn. She is facing to the right at a 3/4 angle, looking in the same direction. She is wearing a strapless red and sparkling dress, with a sweetheart neckline. Her earring has a gold, diamond shaped stud and a blood-red jewel dangling from it, and her lips are a dark red. Her hands are place on her chest delicately, just abover where her dress begins. Her nails are painted black and sharp. There is a soft, pale moonlight shining on her face, shoulder and arm from the right. The background is a slightly lighter shade of red from her dress.
Image 2: Two sketched digital paintings in black and white. On the left of the image is a front facing bust of Evelyn. she is wearing a black, off the shoulder dress which blends into the black background. There is a faint white outline around her hair to make it visible. She is staring slightly upwards, with a small smile on her face. Her fangs are showing on top of her bottom lip. On the left side of her neck, there are multiple large scars where she was bitten. On the right side of the image is a side view of Evelyn, down to her mid-thigh. She is facing the left, a light on her front and the rest of her body in a grey shadow. Her hair is half up, half down in a bun. She is wearing a nightgown, the sleeves are loose and ruffled at the cuffs, as well as the neckline. there is a thin, black bow in the centre. Her arm is touching the side of her thigh, like she is mid walk. There is a thick grey outline around her front and around the rest of the right side of the image, splitting the two drawings apart.
Image 3: A bust painting of Mabel and Evelyn. The camera is behind them as they face slightly towards each other. Mabel is on the left side, while Evelyn is on the right. Evelyn is a few inches taller. They are both shirtless. Mabel has a white stud earring and a cigarette between her lips, the smoke travelling upwards and covering the top of the image. Evelyn has her mouth open, talking to Mabel, while Mabel smiles at her. Their backs are bathed in a purple shadow, with a pink light on their fronts. The background is a lavender colour.
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zackleos · 22 hours
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Meet the Mun
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?
i  first  picked  up  zack  in  tumblr  rp  around  2013;  i  don't  know  why  i  chose  him  specifically  over  the  other  characters  i  also  loved  at  the  time,  but  i  know  that  zack  fair  has  been  a  character  that's  been  dear  to  me  since  playing  crisis  core.
ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?
i'm  not  huge  on  writing  combat  scenes,   as  i  feel  like  it  generally  feels  clumsy  and  stilted.   it  also  runs  a  risk  of  becoming  really  competitive  and  god-moddy,   which  i  don't  like.  
ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?
angst,   romance,   slice-of-life.   some  snug  little  scenes  like  going  to  get  hot  chocolate  during  a  snow  day.   i'm  pretty  open  with  what  i  enjoy  writing,   as  long  as  my  writing  style  meshes  well  with  my  partner's!
ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?
i  guess  either  they  just  come  to  me,   or  through  discussions  with  close  friends  who  are  fans  of  the  material/other  writers  here.   when  i  hyperfocus  on  a  character,   i  go  pretty  hard  tbh;   i  might  also  take  inspiration  from  external  media  where  appropriate,   if  it  sparks  inspiration.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?
it  really  depends  on  my  mental  state.   if  i  haven't  much  bandwidth  left  then  listening  to  music  can  take  up  the  remainder,   leaving  none  left  for  writing.   i'm  actually  maybe  better  at  writing  alongside  having  a  show  playing  in  the  background  instead  of  music,   but  sometimes  i  just  need  quiet.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?
in  terms  of  replies,   i  wing  them.   i  usually  write  them  by  hand  in  a  notebook  before  typing  them  up  and  formatting,   and  i  find  that  allows  me  to  get  thoughts  out  more  naturally  and  freely;   they  just  flow  better  from  a  pen.   maybe  i'll  have  some  ideas  before  i  start  about  a  reply,   but  generally  i'll  go  wherever  the  response  takes  me  at  the  time.
when  it  comes  to  establishing  new  interactions,   i  like  to  plot  a  little  beforehand,   and  then  keep  revisiting  to  extend  the  plot  with  my  partner  as  time  goes  on   ( particularly  for  very  involved  interactions ). 
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?
yes,   i  do!  
ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?
my  alias  is,   and  has  been  for  years,   kary.    i'm  actually  considering  changing  my  name  irl  though,   so  perhaps  i'll  start  testing  out  the  new  name  as  a  new  alias,   first.   we'll  see.
ᴀɢᴇ?
30
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?
9th of february.
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?
pale blues ( sky, duck egg, baby, pastel, etc ).
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?
i'm  not  sure,   actually;   i've  recently  been  rediscovering  the  emo  and alt rock  groups  of  my  teenage  years,   so  that's  been  fun!
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?
i  think  it  was   ' the  boy  and  the  heron ',   though  it  may  have  been   ' howl's  moving  castle '   ( as my  partner  hadn't  seen  it ).
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?
' hotel  del  luna ',   i  think?
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?
' boulevard  of  broken  dreams '   ( i  had  spotify  playing  at  work ).
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?
totally  mood-dependent,   but  i'd  rarely  turn  down  a  good  pizza,   or some  kimchi  fried  rice. 
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?
spring!
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?
i  have  made  some  great  friends  here,   but  bun   ( @lockedfighter )   is  one  of  my  irl  best  friends,   and  my  tumblr  best  friend.   we  met  on here  yeaaars  ago.
Tagged by: @lastflowerpetal ( thank you! )
Tagging: @lockedfighter, @spec-b, @infernaliscor, @gamenu, @exturk, @speedchasing, @liecoris, and anyone else who'd like to!
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