#fuck drawing banding on feathers

[skyereadsandcommitsartcrimes]

made a catified design of storm fraser-swann from the stormbite series (written by @scribbly-blue-hearts [I'm sorry for the tag]) since i was bored and the addiction to the series is strong (plus I can't draw humanoid characters for the life of me)

#stormbite #fanart (of sorts ig?) #my art #feline #it's quite messy but i've been fighting for my life against medibang for the past hour and i cannot be bothered to fix it #again sorry for the tag #might do catified designs for the rest? idk #fuck drawing banding on feathers #i tried to make them look nice and gave up halfway through

[snobgoblin]

I've been cooking up a 60s band au on discord with Thun and Beez and I'll just copy paste what I've been putting there to keep track of it

OK I tried to keep in mind their canon outfits (like giving Julian colored lenses like his plague doctor mask), their animal associations (giving Nadia a feather like pattern on her dress), and their development notes (like leaving Asra's heart exposed) also things like giving Nadia a very trendy look for the time since she's always on top of trends in the game

more drawings to come, under the read more were my initial thoughts for the au

I think based off the game it would make sense for

>Asra to be the singer (is said to be both a good singer and dancer)

>Nadia would be the keyboardist (she plays the piano)

>Julian would be the bassist (he plays a stringed instrument the player asks about and I don't remember the name of it) (I was torn on guitarist or bassist but I think bassist works for that "why are the singer and bassist always dating" meme I keep seeing in band spaces)

>Portia and Muriel would be roadies (they both enjoy physical labor and Muriel is shy as hell there's no way he's going on stage)

>Lucio would be the bodyguard bc he likes to fight people. he really wants to be the singer though (which ties into him being jealous of Asras magic skills) he fucking LOVES the energy of the atmosphere

that means they don't have a drummer or guitarist but that's okay the actual band aspect isn't that important anyway. it's mostly heehee silly outfits

AND THEN when Thunderlina asked about the courtiers I said

maybe "something something Lucio wants to be the singer so he makes a deal with the devil for his own band members and is provided with Those Fuckers"

hehehehe me and Thun and Beez have been cooking just you wait......

#the arcana #arcana spam #60s arcana au #snoobgoobles #nadia satrinava #asra alnazar #julian devorak

[444rockstargf]

BROOKLYN BABY. - euronymous

✩♬.ᐟ now playing: brooklyn baby. - ultraviolence

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: my boyfriend's in a band...

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female!reader x r!euronymous

word count: 1.0k

contents: mentions of sex, some fluff, cheating, emotional euro

they all said that you were too young to love him. wherever you went with him, you could feel the stares of judgment following your every step. your friends, family, and even his bandmates couldn’t wrap their heads around the fact that you were with the lord of darkness himself. but he made you feel free. like a raven and a dove. opposites truly did attract.

you often wondered about how odd it was when you stumbled across him. you were a cool, careless teenager with a love for metal that you couldn’t explain. then you saw him, his dark long hair, that icy gaze, and the way his fingers danced across those electric frets. you could churn out and endless amount of novels just on how effortlessly he caught your eye that night.

then it was official. your heavy metal, goth boyfriend was in a band. you felt superior knowing that you were dating the eye candy that shredded on stage. and when you were alone, he’d play his guitar quietly as you sang to him. behind closed doors, you would decorate his hair with bows, roses, and even feathers, getting him all dolled up for you as slow music played in the background. you listened to all the records he owned, whether they were his or not, and teased him whenever you came across something that wasn’t death metal.

you got down to all sorts of music, but smooth jazz had put a chokehold around him. he would go from rocking out to metal, to fucking you senseless as you played your jazz collection for him, his cock pounding into you as he buried his head into your chest, holding you tenderly. his rough exterior melted away instantly as he felt your warm breath running down his neck, your sweet whimpers sounding like music to his ears as he filled you up so, so well.

the criticism never went away. you were young and ignorant, not knowing the consequence that could come with associating with him. you knew how dumb you were, opening your heart to such a dangerous man without a second thought. but you knew him in a way that no one else could understand. they could paint you and him in a bad light all they wanted, but you didn’t give a damn. 

he was the thing that you had been missing your whole life. you were like fire and water, like the wind and the sea. he burned up, and you cooled him down, helping him enjoy the little things in life, even though he was too blind to see. though your relationship was frowned upon, you knew it was perfect. you’re opposites simply allowed you to understand each other on a tangible level.

but times had changed, and soon enough your boyfriend became the hottest thing in town. the crowd in his concerts had doubled, then tripled in size, and he began drawing in a new audience. girls who didn’t actually care about music, or the art that went into it. they wanted to be as cool as he was and roll around in his sheets for a little. but he loved the attention. he basked in all the glory, and even gave into the groupies every once in a while. you had confronted him many times, but he never liked the way you said it. you had brought him up to where he was today, and if he didn’t appreciate it, he could just forget it.

the word spread across town like wildfire. “did you hear, my boyfriend’s in that band.” you heard it around countless times from hundreds of girls a day. you still showed up at his concerts, but you didn’t know why the hell you bothered. you always caught a glimpse of him after a show, his hand up a different girl’s skirt every day. you fucking hated it.

he couldn’t deny that he was enjoying the publicity, but he was unable to shake the memory of you from his mind. with he new girl he brought to his place and threw out just as quickly, he felt a new part of his heart starting to ache. you had loved him when he was nothing, and he discarded you as soon as he turned into somebody. he had turned into the exact thing that he swore against, and he hated himself for it.

he saw you in the crowd one night, hands shoved in your pockets as you focused on everything but him. he’d made plans for after the show, but he spotted you walked alone and he had to take his take. he ran up behind you, sheepishly tapping you on the shoulder. you turned around, meeting his gaze with your own, your expression instantly hardening. he backed down a little, looking at the ground and fidgetting with the zipper of his dark leather jacket.

you scowled as he met your eyes. he tries to smile, but it comes out as a grimace. “l-long time no see. how’ve you been?” you could tell that he was struggling to make conversation, so you softened your face a little. “guess you’re famous and all that.” you flick the dark red guitar pick necklace that hung from his neck. the one that you had given him all those months ago. his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he clears his throat. “yeah…” he looks down at the necklace. “i never do a show without it. brings me good luck or something.” 

you smile a little, rolling your eyes. “so that’s what’s helping you bring all these girls in, huh?” your tone was laced with bitterness, and his face fell once more. he took a deep shaky breath, trying to find his words. “about that, i owe you an apology. i-i…” he swallows hard. “it was real shitty of me to leave you like that. i think about it every day and… i’ve missed you.” you smirk a little, giving him a light slap on his chest. “so, the lord of darkness isn’t so cool now?” he shyly brushs his hair out of his face, feeling his heart throb. “not as cool as you, baby.”

with that, he scooped you into his arms and kissed you deeply, his heart melting as it filled with the sensation that it had missed so dearly. a small crowd had gathered around you, murmuring, but you didn’t care. he was all yours once again.

author's note: it wont let me update the stupid masterlist yall :))

#444rockstargf #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #lana del rey #euronymous #lords of chaos #smut #brooklyn baby #euronymous smut #fluff #ultraviolence era #ultraviolence #ultraviolence vibes #ultraviolence lana del rey #ultraviolence album

[ensnapemysenses]

when I was falling asleep last night, I was thinking about snape using asmr as foreplay. Like he whispers sexy things in your ear while touching you so lightly that it makes you twitch.

I've had this sitting in my inbox for over a month but I finally got around to writing a little drabble for it below! Enjoy ;)

Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

Warnings: very suggestive and sexual themes, oral, masturbation, teasing

Word Count: 488

“My love, just look at how soaked your panties are and I’ve barely touched you,” Snape whispers, his lips brushing your ear. His long and delicate fingers gently pull on the band of your panties before slowly releasing it back down. In fact, he won't even let them make a delicious stinging sound as they slap against your skin. He won't give you that little bit of satisfaction -- not yet.

“Such beautiful nipples,” he says in a hushed voice, his eyes darker than normal as they peer up at you through his lashes. He tenderly brushes his tongue over one of them and sucks lightly, drawing it into his mouth for just a moment before releasing it.

“Sev, stop being such a tease,” you whine, your bottom lip poking out.

His fingers run up your bare thigh with a feather-light touch, stopping at your leg crease for a moment before drifting back down and away from your core. Your hips buck slightly, begging for attention where you need it most.

“I am no tease,” he chuckles lowly. “I’m just getting you,” he leans down and nibbles on your ear, “nice and warmed up. You like that don’t you?” With a deep, seductive voice that rumbles through you like thunder, you crumble and shake under him which only spurs him on more. His fingers roam up to his own body, leaving yours cold without his touch as he unbuttons his shirt buttons one by one, showing how lithe and amble his fingers are. You lick your lips at the sight of his pale bare chest on display and watch as his chest moves with each breath he takes.

“Sev, please,” you beg for his fingers to be back on you, watching them dip beneath his waistband as he begins slowly stroking himself. His sluggish hand movement in his pants causes you to squeeze your thighs together in an effort to find any relief. 

“You like watching me play with my cock for you, don’t you princess?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” you respond, practically drooling at the sight and reaching your hands up to get a feel. 

“No touching,” he demands, slapping your hands away. A groan escapes his lips as a few drops of precum spill out staining his pants. Removing his hand from himself, he places a delicate touch on your clothed bud and gives it a few soothing circles. When you feel his touch, your teeth clench and you twitch.

“Please,” you cry out, a sob catching in your throat. “I need you.”

“My, my. You want me to ruin such a pretty pussy?” he mutters, pulling your panties to the side to get a good look at your swollen clit and dripping core. One graceful and slender finger runs through your folds lightly.

“Fuck, yes, Sev. Ruin me!” you implore. 

“I will,” he growls abandoning all constraint as he attacks your throbbing pussy with his tongue.

#severus snape #severus snape smut #snape smut #snape x reader #severus snape x reader #pro severus snape #ensnapemysenses #not sfw

[thecatinthepurplepants]

so I have a headcanon for how John might look to someone actually able to see him and I, of course, had to decide on the headcanon that would make it damn near impossible to draw him (at least to draw him consistently) but I like the idea too much to let it go

I probably SHOULD put this under a read more since it got kinda long but uuuhhh... don't wanna lol

SO I feel like when John first attached to Arthur, back when he was still just "the entity", his appearance was very... malleable. At first he looks like how a lot of people depict him, a vaguely human shapped black shadow with yellow eyes pearing over Arthur's left shoulder, but as soon as they got out into the world he started seeing ✨️fashion✨️ in the wild that changed. Even though he didn't remember it, he's a piece of the King In Yellow, and I'm willing to bet that the ol banana monarch has a passion for adornment and a tendency towards vanity thats usually associated with royalty that John would unknowingly inherit (I mean, we already know this, he bitches about Arthur's clothes getting ruined often enough now that they got that nice new suit)

I think at first he sees some men wearing nice hats when him and Arthur step outside into the city for the first time and something in him just goes "ooohhh" and one just kind of appears on him, probably with a gold band or little adornments like feathers and shiny dangly bits hanging from the brim. I don't even think he'd be able to choose just one style, shifting from one to another every so often as he sees more around or mixing and morphing styles into looks he likes more (I think he'd be partial to structured hats, fedoras, homburgs, maybe even a skimmer hat but with the rim stretched out to be more of a structured sun hat for extra flare)

But of course his newfound sense of style doesn't end with men's fashion cuz he doesn't know what a gender is and I highly doubt thay anyone that can see him would care enough to try and impose gender roles on him

He sees women passing by on the street wearing makeup and suddenly he has gold lipstick and shimmering yellow eyeshadow over shining gold lashes long and full enough to make any Hollywood starlet absolutely sick with envy

He sees someone more eccentric who's absolutely decked out in gaudy costume jewelry and he can't just NOT have all that wonderful clinking, shiny treasure for himself so he's now draped in gold chains, necklaces and bracelets of huge chunks of polished stones in both simple and elaborate designs, amber, tiger's eye, citrine, anything he wants really but it will always turns some shade of yellow or gold no matter how much he would want it to be another color (I think the best he could do in way of colorful variety is turquoise with veins of gold running through it)

And the funniest thing?

He can't see any of it.

He sees through Arthur's eyes and even if he has a bit of an extra sense for being able to see supernatural shit he's still not visible to himself. All of the changes are subconscious decisions he doesn't even realize he's making, his metaphysical body altering to suit the person he's growing into. None of the other rare entities and people they've met who can see John commented on it, seeing how there's usually more pressing matters involved. Plus I highly doubt the Trader would be one to make observations on someone's fashion sense unless they were offering one of their accessories in trade, and only then if it actually had any value to him.

Tbh it would be funny if the King In Yellow, during his first in person meeting with the Jarthur unit, had stopped mid introduction just "You insolent fucking worm, you need to return what's mi- what... what the hell are you wearing??? No, I'm not talking to you, you fucking worthless mortal, silence- yes, YOU, whats- whats all... THAT??? I mean, it's not BAD but it's a bit... inelegant, don't you think?" and both John and Arthur are like "what the FUCK are you TALKING ABOUT???" while the Dancers are humming and nodding their agreement while they also quietly judging John's intangible outfit

Kayne would ABSOLUTELY comment on it though but only to either taunt John while confusing the shit out of him OR to toss him the odd (equally confusing) compliment about his fashion sense and how he's branched out from the Kings personal flare. BUT he's also a Stinky Bitch (affectionate) so maybe he just wouldn't let John know that he can see him at all because he thinks it's funny that he doesn't know what he looks like

I dont think it would remain unstable as it was when he was fresh out the book, though.

After Arthur's coma, the period where John was given (and accepted) his name and the foundation of his humanity, I feel like he'd settle in his appearance as his sense of self does. He'd change to fit his different moods but it wouldn't be as much of a chaotic kaleidoscope of fashions shifting and melding with each other as he was at first. Before it was very fluid, changing as he sees different styles or as he felt different from one second to another, so unsure of exactly who and what he was.

I think he'd stick with the hat, wide brimmed and still with little golden baubles hanging around the edge and a golden band, but I think the top would remain hazy and undefined because I dont think he'd be able to decide on which style he likes best. He'd definitely keep the chains and jewelry, maybe a shodowy imitation of the shape of a suit jacket or the plunge of a low v-necklined dress, depending on the day.

I think when he gets especially angry (usually at Arthur, because he's the only one who can really get him absolutely blistering pissed without even trying) the hat billows like its caught in a fierce wind, not like fabric, but like heavy smoke. The stones of his yellow jewelry glows like miniature sun's with the force of his emotions, chains tarnishing, and even his makeup turning bright neon, toxic yellow against the void of his intangible "skin" like the warning of a poisonous animal if he's mad enough

When he's scared, him and Arthur trying to hide from whatever horror or adversary they've encountered this time, the brim of his hat melts back several inches, the baubles blinking out of existence entirely like its trying to clear his line of sight, makeup and jewelry fading in their color and shine as his borrowed animal instincts scream at him to be small, be unnoticeable, hide hide hide

And in those moments (ones that happen entirely too often for John's comfort or sanity) when the worst has come again, Arthur's hurt, worse than usual, and it seems like he's fading fast from his injuries, the things that John's draped himself with as he's learned who he is start to fade away too. As John realizes he might be losing the only person he's ever had (again) he feels like he's losing himself, the person he's become in his time with Arthur. The panic sets in and he goes through the stages he always does, shouting at Arthur to keep moving, not to give up, begs him to stay with him, not to leave him alone, to stop fucking saying goodbye and keep fighting, his cobbled together sense of identity melts off of him like dust as his world crumbles.

But there are moments, few and far between though they may be, where he and Arthur get little bit of real joy. When Arthur's finally, fucking finally freshly washed, shaved, and fed a hot meal and John can actually feel him relax into a real bed. When they've bought a nice new suit and handkerchief (that Arthur let John pick out himself) and John can tell Arthur that he looks handsome in this cut and color. When John spots something he thinks is odd and describes it to Arthur in a way that gets a real, full belly laugh out of his human, even if he doesn't understand what exactly it was he said that was so funny. The yellows of his apparel and makeup shine and swirl together, the stones of his jewelry seem to dance around each other in their configurations while the colors swim inside them like a lava lamp or glitter inside a bottle of opaque liquid. The baubles along the brim of his hat rapidly change in shape and size, the brim itself seeming to bloom, stretching out even further like a cat luxuriating in a sunbeam.

Anyway, tl;dr John's an eldritch entity and I just think he deserves to have a shifting appearance that he builds around himself over time like one of those bugs that sticks shit to its body to build a shell but in, like, a cunty way

And also I think John should be allowed to be incredibly expressive but in a metaphysical way that ties to his appearance itself

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #john doe #john malevolent #john doe malevolent #arthur lester #headcanon #john doe headcanons #malevolent headcanon #long text post #the cat in the purple pants chat #i kinda wanna draw this anyway even though i know its gonna be a pain in the ass to try and depict the way i imagine #I'd have to animate a few of them to really get it down how it is in my head #why do i do this to myself lmaooo

[panzershrike-pretz]

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[cloudysarts]

please please tell us about rick and morty x-33 i fell in love with them instantly

GLADLY!!!!! aughhgh im SO glad people want to know about them i wanted to talk about them so bad!!! i have 300 million ideas. Ill give you the highlights <3 and a couple old sketches!!! under the cut so i dont clutter the tag TOO much :p

I saw someone mention their dimensional code in the tags and that was not an accident!!!! i DID pick x33 JUST bc it looks like a cute little emoticon <333 it went through a bunch of variants before i landed on that one and it was the right choice i think

Rick x33 didnt LIVEE on the citadel but he did work there!! up until it was destroyed ofc :P he runs what is basically a knockoff hot topic called “Bloody Morty” (like bloody mary <3). 

The tagline for the bloody morty  is “Memento Morty” which is. also a pun skldfhksd. The phrase it comes from, Memento Mori, is “remember death” or “death remembers” in latin, which colloquially translates to “Don’t take anything for granted.” the pun is obviously just a play on words, but its also sort of a reminder to ricks on the citadel. It would mean “remember morty” or “morty remembers” or,,,, “Don’t take Morty for granted” :]

He is a terrible business man and WILL price everything based on how much he likes you personally. You’re a Morty who wandered in to buy something behind your Rick’s back? It’s on the house, don’t even worry about it. You’re a Rick who dragged his Morty in here by the arm after yelling at him outside? Fuck you. This single pin is now thirty dollars.

Flesh Curtains Era Rick x33 ALSO had very wild fashion. As did the whole band honestly. Back then, though, Rick used to dye his hair like once a week. It was always a new color. He would paint Squanchy’s fur/BP’s feathers with the dye, too, so they all had a fun new look for every show!! When he went blue, though, he switched brands, and didn’t notice until AFTER dying his hair/dying Squanchy and Bp’s fur/feathers, that this dye was made to last…forever. It BECOMES your natural hair color. You could shave your head and it would grow back blue. He could dye on top of it, but ever since then he’d pretty much exclusively stayed blue, and BP/Squanchy now have permanent dye patterns in their feathers and fur long after growing out of their Phases

Speaking of BP, Rick x33 has the same little badge on a necklace that BP has on his collar. I like to think he gave him that necklace at Blood Ridge <3

Rick also has a yellow locket! This is to match Morty’s teal felt heart on his chest. They’re wearing each others colors!

Morty’s earrings look like Fleeb!! :3 

Morty does a lot of graphic design work for the store, since he knows what Morty’s like and this store is mostly for them :P lots of “”cringey”” unlicensed merch for things like FNAF and Warrior Cats are in here :3

Morty also spends a lot of time watching/making AMV’s or edits and such <3 Even drawing!!

Morty is very social and gets along super well with other Morty’s :] He likes to hang around the citadel and make kandi and rainbow loom with all the friends he makes. You’ll run into a lot of Morty’s with ‘memento morty’ spelled out in beads on their bracelets. Its like his version of a ‘best friends’ necklace for every morty hes ever befriended!

Morty x33 is very well liked by other Morty’s on the Citadel. Most Morty’s like Rick x33 too!! Not true for other Rick’s though. If they don’t OUTRIGHT HATE rick x33, they probably at least think he’s annoying as fuck

Rick and Diane x33 met at a rave <3

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[cryptid-killjoy]

Father’s Day

It was a complicated day for Valerie. She wanted to celebrate Thomas big and loud for his first official biological kids having Father’s Day. She knew it was bigger than that though. Scout and the boys were plotting which touched her heart. Chip was having his own big day and meanwhile honoring the Jet’s memory with Dale. That was something the twins had in their hearts. The non-traditional family had a web of love they had strings still tied to. Even in death some even had access to. To say the family was delicate but strong was one Hell of a conundrum but oh so true. 

Not only that, but she’d been preparing for feelings of Flotsam as Father’s Day approached. She didn’t want to step on Thomas’s day and yet everything in her, Flotsam was clawing at her insides to get out for this. 

She herself always took a moment out by her altar for Dr. Facilier, the shadow man of a father Flotsam grew up with. Valerie would even take a moment to flip through pictures of Zeke and put some bacon and bourbon out like a small tribute. She felt the need to wear her top hat and carry around her cards in her velvet bag for much of the day just to feel close to her Dr. F. She stuck a card in the band instead of a feather like her daddy sometimes did too. She chose the strength card. It would sit there with a big drawing a lion on the side of her head all day. She’d explain it would always fascinate her to stare at whatever card her dad had on the side of his head for however long he wore it that way. Valerie felt like she needed some strength today. It was a good card. 

It seemed she needed it more than ever when Maddy’s gifts arrived. It jarred her emotions even more unexpectedly. After her heart attack and everything else, it was just a lot. She needed calm on such an emotional day for all she held inside her about this day. She needed Thomas’s support on this all while she was trying to make it Thomas’s day. She’d only take her top hat with her strength card off for Thomas’s special performance. 

Thomas did not get any traditional breakfast in bed or greatest dad tee shirts or mugs this year. He didn’t get any power tools. But that man best bet his family had something in store for him. Maybe it was a lucky thing Scout had a month more with no sight because she and Chip and Dale were able to plan for this day without him seeing it coming. He’d only be able to see them setting up the living room come Father’s Day morning, but they had it all planned. 

Valerie would get herself all dolled up in most “Valerie” fashion, very Amy Winehouse hair, the big poof, wings on her eyes, fuck me pumps and all. She threw on her dress she wore on their first date and oh boy did fit so much nicer with a real body. She hadn’t worn it since. 

All the dogs, Dug, Willy, Wanker, the whole sled team were in the living room which was difficult. Willy, Wanker, and Dug were trained. The sled team were more their “outside dogs” that were allowed in whenever they wanted and were still in training. Still Scout managed to get them all in there and behaving for this image. Rephrase. Dug was able to snarl them into submission until they behaved nicely and settled down.  

It was set up for band practice they way they used to do it before everyone moved back away only holy smokes Chip and Dale were up at the mics too, not Valerie. Valerie and Scout were set to play the music with guitars strapped on. The triplets were in bouncers in front of the older kids. The lines of dogs were on the left. Valerie looked like a doowop girl. Thomas must have known he was in for a show when he was told he could come in. They were ready. River appeared on the drums in the background when the music started transparent, but he held those sticks and tap-tap-tap when that old school music that fit Valerie’s aesthetic started up his Father’s Day.

 Scout stood up and sang the first phrase with a twinkle in her eyes, eyes that could see right back through his own: 

 There's a man at my house, he's so big and strong He goes to work each day, and he stays all day long He comes home each night looking tired and beat He sits down at the dinner table and has a bite to eat Never a frown always a smile When he says to me how's my child I said that I've been studying hard all day in school Tryin' very hard to understand the golden rule I think I'll color this man father I think I'll color him love Said I'm gonna color him father I think I'll color the man love, yes I will

Then Dale steps up and says the next lyrics: 

He says education is the thing if you want to compete Because without it son, life ain't very sweet I love this man and I don't know why Except I'll need his strength until the day that I die My mother loves him and I can tell By the way she looks at him when he holds my little sister Nell I heard her say just the other day That if it hadn't of been for him she couldn't have found her way I think I'll color him father I'm gonna color him love I've got to color him father I think I'll color this man love

Then oh yes Chip stepped up and sang these lyrics: 

Our real old man he got killed in the war And she knows she and seven kids couldn't of gotten very far She said she thought that she could never love again And then there he stood with that big wide grin He married my mother and he took us in And now we belong to the man with that big wide grin I've got to color this man father I'm gonna color him love I've got to color him father I believe I'll color this man love He's just been so good to me I know I've got to color him love I'm gonna color him father I've got to color this man love He's just been so kind I think I'll color him love I'm gonna color him father

Valerie would be there doowopping little background oh’s and ah’s and swaying her hips as her kids did this all the way till the end when she pointed at the dogs and got them all howling for a final extra round of singing the chorus all silly and fun. River would disappear the moment the music stopped however, but he’d have his moments. He’d look Thomas right in the eyes smiling as he tapped away. 

Valerie was so happy by the end she managed to get through it without crying. It was such happy dappy doop-doop-dee-doo sounding song, but with all their history she knew it was emotional strings they were strumming. 

Scout would break the ender with a run up to Thomas jumping up and down, “Did you like it?” 

#father's day #laveau house #valeriexthomas #chipxthomas #scoutxthomas #dalexthomas

[silversrantsandrambles]

Dark Pit brainrot has me in a chokehold, I want to talk about him again!!! He's my favorite!!!

The headshot is f2u as a pfp! But please credit me!! I prefer the ref isn't reposted! //I don't mind people using it, considering it isn't a huge redesign//

Onto my Dark Pit headcanons + random ass notes.

His wings are iridescent like crows (generally black birds in general)

He has earrings and a mullet ((is that even a mullet???)) BECAUSE I FUCKING SAID SO.

I made his color palette blue because 1, it's pretty, 2, I plan to do Pit with reds in brown.

I changed his sandals to boots because I am not drawing grippers, I will die before it happens.

He has scars, from where? I don't know.

His feathers are thinner than Pit's.

Headcanon that @megabondlocalfan inspired, his body is very similar to glass! Spef a harder type... I'm no glass expert haha..

Wears eyeliner. He just does. This isn't a headcanon, this is canon./hj

Bro just STARES, he can just go like this for hours.

Their favorite band is 100% Pierce the veil.

Banned from Texas, or whatever the kiu equivalent is. HES BANNED. NOT ALLOWED.

Sorry about how unorganized this is, I'm not very good at keeping lists organized 😭

Now I'm begging, learn more about kiu I'm begging, BEGGING!

#Dark Pit #Kiu #kid icarus #Kid icarus uprising #pittoo #dark pit kid icarus #blapi #digital art #ibispaintx #art #refsheet #headshot #cellshading #cellshaded

[ladyshivs]

Hi! tracing fingers down your partner's chest for Lydia, smiling in-between kisses for Rohid and/ or bridal carries for Richard pretty please? ^^

Total word count: approx. 1850

Fandom: Fallen Hero by Malin Ryden

Pairings: Chargestep (Lydia/Ricardo), Steelstep (Rohid/Chen), Flystep (Richard/Daniel)

Time elapsed: 1 hour, 35 minutes

Physical Intimacy Prompts

Lydia

A zip ran down the center of Lydia’s breastbone and she barely managed to resist biting down on her lower lip. Somewhere, out in the real world, dawn was breaking. The city never fully slept, but there was enough of a lull in activity in Ricardo’s building that it felt like a gentle stirring rather than an uptick in traffic and car alarms.

Her heart begged to differ and was currently trying to climb up out of her throat, slamming into everything it could along the way. Her lungs, her ribs, her. Her. His fingers dipped slightly, tracing a vicious scar over her clavicle before curling away like a whisper of smoke over her chest.

Drifting in aimless patterns over her skin. First light circles, pausing over a ragged edge. A change in texture as he turned his hand over, gliding the backs of his fingernails across the curve of a tattoo. Smooth and rounded, then, as he let his fingertips angle enough to drag nails over her. Not enough to scratch.

A wake up call sent to delicate, tickle flinch nerve endings that sparked to life.

Every touch he was giving her was feather fluff agony, far too light to be satisfying. Too little to settle the pounding of her heart which she knew he could feel, there was no way he couldn’t, it was practically starting a band in her throat and he was being too quiet.

Lydia glanced down and followed his eyes to where his palm was resting flat, just in the center above her sternum. Watching him watching his own fingers, curling in against his palm. Not tight. Not a fist. Impossible to tell where his thoughts were spinning, but not hard to guess. She’d never had the strength to use that weapon—to ask how long he’d spent. Bent over her, pumping her heart to keep her alive. Hands bruising instead of gliding.

He'd cracked ribs. Lydia’s skin tingled as if it could remember.

“Did you really kick Hollow Ground in the teeth?” well. That answered that question.

Lydia hoped the snort didn’t sound forced. “Pssht. Not like I did it for you,” hand coming up, unbidden, to flatten his back out over her. Pressing until he let his fingers go out flat again.

“Thought you said you were only there to help me investigate?” giving her a. She hated when he looked like that. Too bone weary. She hoped he didn’t know he was doing it; the look was better off unintentional. Looking exhausted and solemn instead of teasing and smug. The dig didn’t hit pay dirt, though.

“She wanted me--La Bruja--to join her crew. Or at the very least wanted me to pay her dues to work for her,” not too much of an admission, considering what he already knew.

“Shit, really?” a little note in his voice. Not entirely genuine surprise, then? But that was allowable because his fingers were moving again. Sliding out from under her hand. Drawing designs and patterns over the dip and swell of her breast. “And it was a bad offer?”

“Obviously. I introduced her mouth to my foot at that point, so I’m not sure what else was included in her proposal,” a little embellishment, but only for flare—Ric’s fingers were getting dangerously close to. To. “But there’s no way I’d ever work with her,” muttered without a thought and. “Not knowing how--,” how you hate her. But it was too late. His fingers had slid over a different set of nerves on her chest.

Like watching the edge of a knife descending. One of the many masks slipping into place. This one curled at the corners of his lips, but he forgot to change up his eyes. “So it is because of me,” the tone was gloating, light and proud. Trying to tease, but his stupid fucking eyes weren’t in it and it made Lydia’s chest clench all the tighter for its absence.

Lydia swallowed dry. “Don’t go getting a fat head over it,” too wavy in her throat. “Just because I’m not going to work with your mortal enemy doesn’t mean that I like you or anything,” trying to force the conversation somewhere that light could hit it. Raising his hand up to press her lips to his palm.

Rohid

A quick peck. All it was meant to be, just a quick little smack of lip on lip before they darted out of the door and back to the streets. They were going to let that little blip of contact feed them for the rest of the day.

Spoon had had other plans, weaving his lanky body behind Rohid’s legs and planting himself firmly between the regene and the door. Clearly in cahoots with the man that then pressed himself up against Rohid’s front, smiling into the longer kiss that he stole in retaliation. Pulling a soft sound out of Rohid’s chest with his next move, wrapping his arms tighter around their waist and tugging them. Walking together back towards his couch.

Not asking them not to leave.

Just letting soft touch after soft touch pepper itself along Rohid’s mouth until it curled into a grin for him. Cotton balls of pleasure filling Rohid’s sinus cavities, stuffing them up until the only escape was giggling against Chen’s tongue as it slid between their lips.

The only reasonable counterattack was to return fire, lips stretching thin as they disregarded the urge to fight back their smile and instead nipped at Chen’s bottom lip. Enough to make the man that was.

Huh. When did Chen start pressing them down into the couch cushions? Rohid’s brain politely set the question on fire. It had better things to focus on. Like Chen’s own smile, crooked and twisted and making Rohid’s heart do a very complicated dance with their lungs. And like Chen’s tongue, that was flicking out to try and open them back up again for another, deeper kiss.  

They allowed the intrusion, but they couldn’t wipe the smile off their face. Couldn’t stop the bright, soft tittering escaping their throat. Voice strong for once. Sounding like their old self, for once. Both hands holding Chen’s head still, giving them enough space to press their giggling grin to his cheek.

“Can I stay longer?” was what they meant to ask. There had been so many months between the last time they had been able to speak clearly that hearing it from their own chest hit like a punch to the throat. Their voice withered in their throat halfway through, but Chen’s mouth was there. Hiding the shift with a kiss.

“As long as you want, Ro,” and another. And again. And. “As long as you want,”

Richard

The Drop was always anticipated. Which was shitty of him, and he knew it, but it was there all the same.

Or maybe that was just the excuse he used to curled into the heat of Danny’s chest like an arthritic old dog curling up in a patch of sunlight. Arms pulling him in until Richard could nestle into the crook of his neck and sigh.

There was no whining from his knees, no muttering from his hips, even with the position forcing his joints to flex. Something about the how. The how in how Daniel held him.

The Drop wasn’t incoming, and he knew it. They both knew it. All the letting down had been on Richard’s end.

“Thank you,” whispered. A bitter, curmudgeonly voice from the back of his head protested that being carried around like a doll was demeaning. Every single other voice pushed it to the back of the crowd and gave it dirty looks when it started hissing again.

Daniel shifted his weight slightly and grinned, thoughts swirling up in a wonderfully warm updraft.

“No problem,” chuckling and squeezing him just enough for Richard to sink even further into that sensation. Held fast. As if he were something worth holding onto, despite all the evidence to the contrary. Wingbeats fluttered against his arm. “How is it?” knowing that Richard would know what he meant.

“Healing. At least that’s what they tell me. A little bit better every day,” Shrugging as much as he could, turning his head to let his forehead rest on the swell of Daniel’s trapezius muscle. Separated by a thin cotton t shirt and Richard’s self control that kept him from mouthing at the freckles he knew were waiting there. “It doesn’t hurt too badly today,” it was his hips that had prompted the request.

Bruised pride and stubborn ego had fallen sharply away when he realized that he was going to have to climb the stairs to his apartment and the unseasonable spike of humidity was going to make every step a particularly excruciating torture.

A quick text and Danny had fluttered down from their shared balcony like a falling leaf, looped the grocery bags around either elbow and then, like just another piece of shopping, scooped Richard up against his chest. His thoughts had glowed and spiraled, beyond pleased that Richard was willing to ask for his help. And Richard had only grumbled a few times. Or three. Before Danny had nuzzled his nose against his temple and drove those complaints back into the dark.

Of course, when they landed back up on the balcony, Richard could have easily peeled himself out of Danny’s grip. But.

Well.

It. Well. That thought sheepishly drew a circle with its toe and struggled to make eye contact.

Danny had the decency to laugh and not feel too put upon, carefully maneuvering the shopping off of his forearms without jostling Richard out of his grip. It was a fraction closer to ridiculous than Richard was normally given to but feeling Danny’s heat against him. The safety of his arms and the soft brush of his mind and. He couldn’t bring himself to feel too guilty about having Danny hover for a few more seconds, holding him close. “How was your day?” asked out loud even though Richard could feel the question from a dozen or so miles away.

“It’s better now that I’m home,” with a very pointed squeeze around Danny’s shoulders. Home in your arms, he didn’t say, but pushed the thought loudly enough into Danny’s mind for it to register. For a faint blush to spread over those cheeks, making his scar stand out all the clearer. “What about yours?” casually flipping through the surface thoughts that Daniel always presented like he was browsing magazine covers at the check out line.

A minor altercation. A lot of paperwork. A lot of coffee. Threaded with hints of something much more frustrating that his thoughts were working hard to keep shuffled away. Richard considering dipping his fingers into the fray, but thought better of it. “Not too bad, then?” chuckling as Danny offered up his own shrug.

“Boring,” but the necessary bits were what they were, he added on. Hoping to keep whatever it was that had upset him saved for another time. Softening as he turned his head to kiss Richard between the eyebrows. Point taken, Richard slid out of his head. “Better now that you’re home, though,”

#fallen hero fanfic #fhr #fallen hero #thank you! #flash fiction #chargestep #steelstep #flystep #ricardo ortega #lydia becerra #wei chen #rohid chenthilmurugan #daniel sullivan #richard abekket #hntf adjacent when it hits richard's because of course

[riftwalker-limbro]

I know I sent you numbers last night. I doubt I was the only one. I don't care, I'm dumping more rotations on you bc i need to know and it's Topical (get excitedly listened to idiot)

Does Pride exist in your verse in any capacity? If yes, how is it celebrated? And how do your OCs specifically celebrate?

you were in fact the only one and i am mentally sending you a very tight hug about it

you're tormenting me with my own limited drawing abilities so fucking much. do you even know.

well, you know that my verse is enormously self-indulgent. therefore, this post is going to be enormously self-indulgent by definition as well. if i manage to do this right it is going to be sickening levels of wholesome. you've been warned

first,

general setting exploration.

i think that all the -phobia nonsense is, well, nonsense, so i think that people in my verse should have gotten over all of that and instead everyone's just chill with each other in that regard. there's still other kinds of discourse but none like that anymore.

therefore, the part of pride's purpose that's "this is a riot, we're here, get used to it" is fulfilled. instead, in my universe, i think it'd be fun to make it more of a kind of.. celebration of all kinds of love thing. like valentine's day but less individualistic, more just the concept itself and all of its variations on the same level. idk i don't celebrate valentine's day myself or know anything about how others do bc it's just. Not That Big except for corporate nonsense around me

it should still be celebrated with parades and rainbows and music and joy and flag-waving and hugs between strangers and just-being-together because i've only ever been to a parade myself once and the atmosphere was fucking incredible. trying to recreate that vibe here with the extreme limitations of the written word is not doing it justice. i think that pride month would still be a thing and people could wear rainbow-colored things to everyday activities and functions. you know where i'm going with this

and now

the fun character-specific stuff.

(disclaimer after side-eyeing this section for half an hour: this was Harder Than I Thought what the Hell. so it doesn't explore Everyone. this is going to be on the brain for the rest of the month though.)

the one who popped into my mind immediately is verica, pre-warframe - she'd sponsor her own whole float and just spend the whole parade making music with her band on it. once she meets pule and jay they help out too - pule's running around the float and handing out freebies/snacks; jay's doing something more behind-the-scenes, probably driving the float. another image in my head immediately is either or both of the academics wearing inconspicuous rainbow items to their respective lectures/lab hours/meetings during pride month. they now both own several pairs of rainbow socks for specifically this. maybe a (bow) tie. it is so unfair that i'm completely out of drawing juice right now. i am mentally screaming at my drawing tablet

during warframe era... hm. having trouble coming up with anything for parades beyond "they would go to at least one a year with the full hyena squad" but they absolutely have rainbow paints and ribbons on board for the whole month. oh, and if only there was someone with a perfectly blank canvas of a hat somewhere. that he conveniently leaves off when he sleeps.

other assorted thoughts..

pule should get a shitty rainbow-colored paper crown.

verica should be able to make the little feather thing on her helmet change colours if she thinks about it really hard.

bruiser would go for the full body paint job. yes this is as chaotic and fun to apply as it sounds

kali learns verica's trick for Rainbow Fire. if this was a setting where people would still be nasty about it this would be an incredibly useful trick in addition to being obviously awesome

ohhh what if helver learns to do some kind of flame choreography for this specifically. i think that would be cool

#oh this turned into mainly the deimos squad jhgjg oops #today was a Day i've got limited brainworms to work with #ehhhh should i tag everyone. nah i'll just do #deimos triad #rift lore

[heloflor]

A few random personal headcanons about Cartman, Butters, and both :

1. Cartman doodles in class. I mean, we know from “Fractured but Whole” that he draws in a journal (regardless of the fact that the content of said journal is fucked up) + he seems to enjoy making visual representation of his schemes. So given how he doesn’t give a shit about school, he could definitely end up drawing to pass the time.

And the doodles he would make could depend on his mood or what’s on his mind. Like, when he was dating Heidi, he drew her or the two of them together; if he’s mad at Kyle or Tolkien or someone else, he’ll draw them being hurt or humiliated; if he’s thinking about a “get-rich-quick scheme”, he’ll draw himself and possibly Butters swimming in money.

    2. Butters knows how to do quite a few shady things due to his friendship with Cartman. He would know how to pick a lock, how to remove fingerprints/avoid putting fingerprints or even stuff like how to bury a body or commit arson etc.

Everytime he would nonchalantly show those skills to Stan and Kyle, the two would be floored by it, while Kenny would already know about those skills (and be worried about it). Also if Stan and/or Kyle question Butters about it, Cartman would back it up like “yeah, obviously he knows how to do that ! Do you have any idea how hard it is to carry a body by yourself ?” as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

    3. Kinda related to the previous one but Cartman would also willingly teach Butters random things just for the heck of it/because they’re friends. And by that I’m mostly thinking about how Cartman can play the harmonica (the “I hate you guys” song + his blues song from “Whale Whores”) and, in “Fractured But Whole”, Butters plays a song about being grounded in the tune of “I hate you guys”, giving off the impression that Cartman’s the one who taught him how to play the harmonica.

    4. The Stotch parents don’t like the Cartmans, especially Stephen. Between Liane having little to no control over her son (Stephen doesn’t understand how you can let your kid walk all over you) and Stephen seeing/hearing about Butters “getting gay” with Cartman (not helped by him projecting his insecurities over his sexuality onto Butters), the Stotches just can’t bring themselves to have a good opinion on the Cartmans.

Ultimately, they only let their son hang out with Cartman because the kid doesn’t really have any other close friends his age. And it’s not like they can stop Cartman anyways (thinking about the confrontation in the trailer of the Vaccination Special with Cartman immediately getting aggressive towards Stephen)

Oh yeah, and after the events of “Band in China”, the Stotches would not-so-subtly make offhand remarks about Butters having new close friends now and how he should hang out with them instead of Cartman. Butters, of course, doesn’t listen.

    5. 10 years-old Butters being light as a feather and sometimes Cartman carrying a pissed off Butters over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

(for example, imagine Butters yelling at some people who pissed him off but Cartman doesn’t have time for this and since Butters doesn’t want to stop, Cartman just grabs him, hauls him onto his shoulder and walks away with the kid flipping the bird to the people who pissed him off. Though Cartman would probably stop carrying him by throwing him onto the ground/randomly letting go, with Butters falling on his ass pretty hard : / )

    6. While pretty much every kid grows out of being touchy, with some specific exceptions like Stan and Kyle remaining touchy towards each other, Cartman continues to be just as touchy towards everyone even as he grows older.

    7. Something inspired by a youtube comment on a video that had Butters going apeshit (I think it was the scene from “Grounded Vindaloop”) : Butters as a teenager having huge anger issues and in general being out of control. Overall, he’d still be a sweet person when in a good mood but would be very easy to anger.

On that same note, he’d probably have little to no patience with bullshit since after dealing with abuse for so long he’s just done with everyone’s shit. His parents would have no idea how to deal with his rebellious tendencies (and would probably blame Cartman for it).

  In general, his relationship with his parents would be weird. Like, Butters is still afraid of punishment and still doesn’t want to get in trouble with them, but at the same time he would absolutely talk back and, if things get too heated and he gets sent in his room, he would either tell them to fuck off and run outside or get in his room and leave through the window.

Also, Butters still does love his parents. There was this one post about the idea of Butters eventually realizing that Stephen and Linda are messed up people who did want their son to be happy but had no idea how to be good parents, with Butters deciding to forgive them and still try to have a good relationship with them. I really like this idea, though I do feel that Butters would learn to stand up for himself and call his parents out on their behavior, partly for himself but also partly to help them.

  Ultimately, the main 4, especially Cartman and Kenny, would be the ones who kinda know how to handle him (not that well tho depending on how he feels). I could actually see Kenny being better at calming him down since he's better with emotions and empathy than Cartman (tbf, literally 90% of the characters in this show are better with empathy than Cartman). Stan would also probably try there and there since he and Butters seem to be good friends, but he would struggle too.

    8. A few bonus teen headcanons about the whole main 5 and cars since we’re at it :

- Stan would be the first to get his license, in a mix of him wanting to be able to go to town whenever and his father wanting to teach him (though in order to get Stan to help with the farm). Depending how much his family makes, he might get a car pretty early (and maybe Jimbo might help him find one ?)

- Kyle and Butters would likely be second, with their respective parents wanting them to learn essential skills. And since I think both families have two cars, both could ride pretty much anytime. Kenny wouldn’t be too far behind but wouldn’t be able to afford a car. As for Cartman, he’ll probably struggle to learn since he’s a stubborn asshole but eventually get his license. Like Kenny though, he can’t afford a car but could sometimes take his mother’s.

(note that I have no idea how much a car costs in the US)

- While both Stan and Kyle have their licenses, Stan tries to find random excuses in order to either drive Kyle or get a ride from him. Even after Kyle realizes what Stan is doing, he still lets it happen cause he’s not going to walk away from an opportunity to spend time with his best friend, even if just for a car ride.

- Kenny doesn’t usually ask for a ride because he doesn’t want to inconvenience his friends, but he never says no when one of the boys offers him a ride (unless he wants to walk alone while in his thoughts).

- Kyle banned Cartman from being in his car due to Cartman always letting bags of food around or being bitchy about the interior and the music choices. And since Stan often rides with Kyle and doesn’t want to hear the two fight, he rarely takes Cartman in. So Butters ends up being Cartman’s taxi.

- Oh yeah and as it turns out Cartman is fine with picking up his trash in Butters’ car. Cue Kyle losing his shit over this.

- I’ve read fics in which Cartman has like a big car to drive the whole main 5 and I love this idea (tho I don’t see it happen immediately because, again, money). Although the rest of the group probably wouldn’t like Cartman’s music choice.

- Speaking of which, Cartman having a playlist to listen to during drives and pouring his heart out singing. Depending of the songs, Kenny and Butters might join. Stan sometimes gets annoyed, sometimes likes the song and is fine with the singing, tho he’s cringing a bit. Kyle is mostly annoyed but doesn’t want to start a screaming match with Cartman where neither of them can leave. Sometimes, Cartman might sing badly on purpose to get on Kyle’s nerves, in which case Stan sides with Kyle in telling Cartman to stop being an asshole.

#South Park #SP #Eric Cartman #Butters Stotch #Flor talks #long post #yeah I just wanted to share a few random ideas #especially since I'm not really going to write much about this show past a few short oneshots #also almost no teen stuff because I'm not the biggest when it comes to aging up characters #especially when it's just for shipping #tho teenage Butters being unhidged is a thought I adore #(yes I like Butters being a piece of shit) #(he's allowed to destroy stuff given how much shit he has to deal with all the time) #the first 3 headcanons are probably predictable/obvious stuff but eh

[lookbluesoup]

You Wanna See My Eel? - Vampire AU

@seasaltandcopper and I have been working on a Red Mage AU fic lately where, in a world of dangerous vampire covens enthralling humans to sate thirst and consolidate political power... Rhun assembles a ragtag band of openminded vampires and humans to live a more balanced, less bloodthirsty way of life, protecting mortals rather than preying upon them.

They make a habit of rescuing enthralled humans when they can, offering them sanctuary and rehabilitation while helping them get away from their Masters. Mal is a rescued thrall, who is understandably suspicious of a bunch of vampires claiming to want to help people.

His first meeting with Rhun has been nothing but a laugh so we wanted to share this excerpt where Rhun shows off his pet eel (I promise that's not an innuendo)

TW: mild blood, animal bite, implied PTSD

Would love it folks gave it a read :3

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Two days later, on an overcast, rainy afternoon, Rhun returned to the coven. Mal was alone in the common area, a spot he’d quickly claimed for his own. Nate was… somewhere, off with Alisaie probably. Others greeted Mal in passing, spoke if he seemed interested in speaking to them, but elsewise gave him his space. 

Rhun entered the room in a whirlwind, wearing a suit that looked straight out of the seventeenth century French court, dyed such a vibrant red it was almost offensive. Two long tears in the fabric on one side revealed a white shirt beneath, equally dated looking. He even had an ostrich feather in his hat. 

The vampire stopped his single-minded pace when he noticed Mal, eyes widening in surprise. Then he smiled broadly, “Ah! Up and awake, I see. And already making yourself at home. How are you faring?”

Mal froze. Shrank back, into himself for an instant, before drawing himself up, like a startled animal making itself look bigger. A wrapper from a discarded protein bar crinkled under his leg, and something else from the small horde of snacks and distractions he'd stockpiled in his makeshift 'room' clattered to the floor.

Two days had eased some of Mal's darkest fears about Rhun's coven. Not all of them; not by a longshot. But enough he'd decided waiting and gathering information, biding his time, was the smartest course of action over trying to walk out the front door. So far, it'd been...almost pleasant here.

A vast improvement over his time under his prior caretakers, and until this asshole came flaunting in the door, no one even bothered Mal unless he sought out their company.

The first time Mal had seen Rhun was a blur. A whirlwind of chaos and fast paced fighting as his group extracted Mal from the hideaway where Jericho had dumped him. Now, seeing him in the flesh again, in a less terrifying context...Mal wasn't sure what to think.

Other than maybe, Jesus, do you think this guy likes red?

"Is that a problem?" Mal mumbled. Not truly antagonistic, but maybe a tad defensive. His heart sped up, what he'd come to realize was just the default whenever a predator entered the room.

Tilting his head, Rhun leaned back on one foot, appraising. “No. Though I daresay you’ve accumulated quite a mess. I’m surprised Nate hasn’t impressed upon you the irreparable damage melted chocolate does to velvet cushions.” Still that borderline manic grin.

Was being insane a fucking requirement to be a part of this place?

Mal grimaced at Rhun, still unsure what to make of...all of him. The man was a chaotic sensory nightmare, decked out in crimson.

"Nate was the one who gave me the chocolate," Mal said, "And I'm pretty sure he assigned himself to be my keeper, so take it up with him, I guess." Another twist of his lip. "Do you—want something?" Probably a rude thing to say to the Sire of the Coven. Mal winced. "I mean...you're just...here. Talking to me. Uh..." Floundering a little, Mal shrugged limply. "Why?"

“Well frankly I was here to visit d'Artagnan, but as you were unexpectedly also present, I thought it better to say hello before proceeding. Apologies for the offense I have clearly given.” He gave a little bow. Then made his way to the eel tank, where the creature had come forth from its den and was nearly tying itself in knots trying to breach the surface at Rhun’s approach.

Brows knitting together, Mal answered with a quiet, "Oh." Then recovered enough to mumble, "I'm not. Uh, offended. I just...didn't expect—" Mal trailed off, unable to find a suitably non-offensive end to his sentence. In his haste to recover, his gaze drifted to the reason Rhun had appeared at all. "Does he really bite everyone but you?"

“Not always.” Rhun answered cheerfly, reaching into his pocket and unfolding a napkin with strips of raw chicken wrapped inside. “But Angie had to give out so many stitches a universal ban was deemed wisest.” He looked over his shoulder conspiratorially, “Would you like to feed him?”

Mal watched, only to freeze again as he found himself the focus of Rhun's attention. Recovering quicker this time, Mal blinked. Sat up straighter in his seat.

Well...he had been curious...

"I—yeah, alright."

Grabbing his crutches, he headed over to the tank, keeping a respectable distance between himself and Rhun. d'Artagnan continued to writhe and wriggle inside the massive tank, presumably anticipating a meal. Or maybe he really did care that much for his owner. Mal knew plenty of animals were smart—hell, some of them were smarter than a lot of people. It made sense that the eel had strong feelings about his vampire friend.

This close, it was easy to see Rhun stood out in more than dress. For one, he had wrinkles. Not starved-vampire lines of withering. Just… the passage of time.

You could never tell how old a vampire was by looking at them, but even the oldest ones tended to idealize themselves in a way that left no room for age lines. Young, vicious, charming. Immortal. Sires were meant to look in their prime. Rhun had an intensity, for a fact, and an athletic demeanor that assured physical prowess. But unlike any other vampire Mal had ever met, this one could have passed for a forty year-old man.

"So uh...how do I do this," Mal asked, glancing at Rhun. "Without losing any fingers, anyway."

“Allow me to demonstrate.” He grinned. Lifting the rock off the lid, Rhun had only about a full second before d’Artagnan had pushed the lid up himself and was winding his way out of the tank in an eager slither. 

Mal's eyes went wide. For some reason, it hadn't occurred to him that it might be coming out of the tank. Even partway.

With a laugh, Rhun lifted up a strip of meat from one corner, and held it just high enough that the eel could not lunge outright to grab it. D’Artagnan still struck like a viper, before retreating back into his tank to swallow the offering in a single bite. 

"Oh, shit," Mal said, quietly.

“There. Easy.” Rhun announced, offering the napkin over to Mal so that he could take a piece.

Easy. Right.

But not one to shrink from a challenge, or look like a fucking coward in front of Rhun, Mal grabbed a slice of the raw meat. It was slick and gross between his fingers, but presumably the eel thought it was tasty enough.

"Alright, buddy, dinner time."

Carefully, Mal held the food out like Rhun had, and offered up a silent prayer he wasn't about to spend the rest of his life short a finger for his own curiosity.

D’Artagnan honed in like a guided missile, shooting up and out of the tank with frankly unnatural accuracy and speed toward Mal’s fingers.

Mal jerked back. Dropped the slice of chicken into the tank with a 'plop' that didn't carry over the sound of his yelp as d'Artagnan sank sharp, needle-like teeth into Mal's hand.

Luck, maybe, kept it from severing anything, as the creature instead latched onto the meaty web of tissue between his index finger and thumb instead. It tugged before realizing what it'd caught was a little too big to pull back into the water, and dove down after the slice of chicken instead.

Blood dribbled into the water. Little drops of dark red that dispersed, a couple spattering against the glass side, and then wet the fingers of Mal's other hand as he instinctively clamped over the wound.

Panic hit immediately.

Not from the bite, but because now Mal was bleeding in front of a vampire and if Rhun decided to break his abstinence streak there was nothing in the world Mal could do to stop him. Mal stepped back automatically, eyes wide and fixed on Rhun.

“Ah, damn.” Rhun said, a little calmer than was maybe appropriate. 

"Shit fuck," Mal swore, considerably less calmly.

#x'rhun tia #ffxiv #vampire au #fanfic #excerpt #my fanfic #a'mahl tia #malcolm price #long post

[drades-lair]

Calypso

Fandom: Helluvaboss

Pairings: Striker/Original Male Character

Rating: T for swearing

Striker released a heavy sigh from atop Bombproof, casually riding back through the wrath landscape heading back to imp city after finishing another job. Riding up a ridge Striker pulled Bombproof’s reins getting the hell steed to stop when he spotted something in the slight dip between ridges of sand, several imps from what he could make out however it was what they were surrounding that caught Striker off guard. Cautiously getting a little closer revealed he wasn’t just seeing things, kneeling on the sand with her hands tethered in front of her body and two large, feathered wings was a Dracony. This Dracony was completely different from Calus though, her scales were a deep royal purple appearing almost black with a fuchsia violet iridescence that shown in the sunlight, her facial features were sharper than Calus’, horns slicked back with a slight bow in the center, her eyes shown a bright ocean blue, her tail had armor plates along the ridge and ended in a scorpion tip. The imp’s had secured the ropes tethering the female Dracony’s wings as well as her tail to the ground effectively keeping her in place as she snarled angrily at them, her short pixie style fuchsia purple hair blowing slightly in the breeze. Striker was particularly curious of her large wings whose feathers matched her scales, Calus didn’t have wings, so it was a unique thing to see.

“Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll get you out of this hot dessert soon enough,” A bulky imp with a massive gut cooed.

“Client finally on the way?” asked one of the smaller imps.

“Yeah, you’ll be going to a good home,” The bulky imp crooned with a condescending chuckle.

A deep growl erupted from the female Dracony as she narrowed her eyes, wings struggling against her binds. Unbeknownst to the imps she’d been slowly using the hooked tip of her tail to cut through the rope tethering her tail to the ground. Striker hopped off Bombproof to get closer simply watching for the moment as rushing in wouldn’t do any good, the female Dracony was wearing a white leather skirt with thigh high slits up both sides along with metal studs on it’s edges and a white leather bustier corset top, golden bands adorned her horns as well as her tail, on her hands were a pair of fingerless white leather gloves and golden wing guards sat on the upper ridges of her feathered wings. A snap radiated through the air followed by the female Dracony’s tail whipping around to shove the tip of her tail into a nearby imp henchman immediately sending him crumpling to the ground, another snap as the Dracony broke the tether around her snout. A single snap of her jaws at an approaching henchman found his hand quickly removed from his wrist with a shriek.

“Ugh, annoying little cunt! I was told to do as little damage as possible to you but now I’ll have to,” The bulky imp groused coming behind the female Dracony and grabbing her one wing.

“What the fuck are you…AH!?” The Dracony screamed as the imp easily broke her wing causing it to fall limp. A fist slammed into her face moments later sending her to the ground on her side with a pained moaning whimper as she glared at the imp.

“Now behave!” The imp snarled giving her a sharp kick to the side for good measure making her grunt then cough.

Striker had seen enough by this point, drawing his pistol from it’s holster he slid down the sand dune immediately drawing the attention of the imp’s as well as the female Dracony. Striker fired his pistol at a henchman to the right easily hitting him between the eyes, firing another at a second one to the left just before hitting the bottom of the dune. Twirling his pistol in an arrogant display Striker chuckled as he slowly approached the panicking bulky imp.

“Ya got two options, leave or I put a bullet in yer brain,” Striker arrogantly offered pointing his pistol at the other imp. The imp quickly scrambled to his feet, running off with the couple henchman he had left eliciting a hearty triumphant laugh from Striker as he holstered his pistol. Turning to the female Dracony Striker went to approach only to be snarled at.

“Stay away!” The Dracony growled, managing to push herself up slightly with pained wince.

“Easy Darlin’, I ain’t gonna hurtchya,” Striker assured the spooked Dracony, raising his hands in a defensive manner.

“I said stay away!” The Dracony repeated, that muscular tail coiling upwards to display the scorpion tip in an aggressive fashion.

“Look, I know how this looks but I promise I won’t hurtchya. Let me free Ya,” Striker insisted gingerly pulling out a knife from his boot. The Dracony shook her head trying to clear the haze that was starting to cloud her vision from the pain she was in allowing Striker to get close enough to cut the ropes binding one of her wings. Desperate to escape she snapped the ropes on her wrists using her teeth however upon trying to get up the Dracony let out a sharp pained cry, clutching at her side as she gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Whoa! Easy! Take it easy, Yer hurt badly. Look names Striker, what’s yours?” Striker introduced placing a hand on the female’s shoulder.

“Ugh…Calypso,” She retorted.  

“Pleasure, now hold still while I free yer other wing,” Striker stated moving to the Dracony’s injured wing, gently cutting the ropes as to not hurt the Dracony further. Calypso drew her good wing up against her body while the other lay limp on the sand, she tried once more to get up only to feel searing hot pain in her right side forcing out a cry of agony.

“Hey, I said take it easy.” Striker insisted coming back around, gently easing the Dracony onto her back in a laying position.

“Ugh! My side feels like it’s on fire,” Calypso groaned.

“Alright, let me see,” Striker insisted gingerly batting away the Dracony’s hand which was clutching at her wounded side.

Striker examined Calypso’s side by lifting her white leather bustier corset revealing a few small cuts but worst of all his prodding revealed at least 3 broken ribs. Looking to the ridge Striker let out a sharp whistle which summoned Bombproof who trotted happily to Striker with a soft whinny. Striker stood up to rifle through the saddle bags eventually finding the kit he kept, pulling out some gaze and bandages Striker did his best to tend Calypso’s broken ribs before turning his attention to her wing. Although Striker wasn’t an expert on mending wings it was ultimately a broken bone so he used that knowledge to tend it, realigning it first eliciting an agonized cry from Calypso as he did so then Striker managed to create a make shift splint to keep it in place. Striker shrugged off his jacket, rolling it up to place under Calypso’s head, examining the bruising on her cheek from where she’d been punched luckily nothing was broken. Returning his kit to Bombproof’s saddle bags Striker fished out a canteen of water before moving back to Calypso’s side, taking a knee he gently slid one arm behind her shoulders to help prop her up slightly. Offering the water Striker helped Calypso sip from the canteen, easing her back down once she was finished.

“Why…are you helping me?” Calypso asked once she’d managed a few calming breathes.

“Ha-ha, let’s just say that someone I’m close ta would be very upset if I didn’t,” Striker chuckled.

“But…you’re an imp,” Calypso managed to grit out.

“Yep, good ta see yer eyes still work,” Striker retorted.

“Humph, don’t patronize me!” Calypso growled.

“Then don’t lump all imps into the same category. I’m not even close to those low life’s,” Striker shot back.

Calypso averted her gaze from the imp because she was well aware he was right, the Dracony had already formed an opinion of him without getting to know him first. Striker took a moment to come up with a game plan, they couldn’t stay here in the middle of wrath’s desert after all especially with Calypso injured. Striker instructed Bombproof to laydown which the hell steed did, gently the pale imp started maneuvering Calypso into a sitting position followed by easing her on to Bombproof’s back unfortunately she couldn’t pull her injured wing up causing it to drag slightly on the ground. Finding some rope in his saddle bags Striker gently secured Calypso’s wing to her body, Bombproof stood up carefully and Striker mounted him behind Calypso who was sitting side saddle. Gingerly Striker pulled the Dracony into his chest as she’d grown wary from all the pain and exertion luckily she was shorter then Calus making her only a little taller then Striker. They road to the station which fortunately wasn’t too far, riding it to Imp city and from the station it was only an hours ride to the penthouse.

 Meanwhile…

 Calus stretched with a yawn as he watched TV in the living area of his penthouse suite, lazily lounging in his sweat pants with no shirt on when his phone went off. Checking his phone Calus saw a text message from Striker stating he was going to be back soon but might need some help as he had someone with him. Calus arched a confused yet curious eyebrow at the message before responding saying Striker should just let him know when he was downstairs, and he’d come down to help to which Striker agreed. A few hours later Calus received another message stating that Striker was down in the parking area thus Calus slipped a T-shirt on then headed down to the parkade. Upon stepping out of the elevator Calus stopped in his tracks at seeing Striker holding non other then another Dracony to his chest on the back of Bombproof.    

“What…Striker, what is going on here?” Calus asked moving closer in slight disbelief.

“Some shitty bounty hunter imps looking for a quick cash grab. They had her trust up for pick up when I came along,” Striker briefly explained.

“I see, pass her down. We’ll get her upstairs,” Calus stated reaching up to slide an arm under Calypso’s knees.

“Her name’s Calypso,” Striker informed Calus as he gently passed the female Dracony down to him, Calus slipping his other arm behind her shoulders. Calypso stirred with a pained grimace, eyes fluttering open to see Calus holding her.

“Hmm, who…who are you?” Calypso inquired in a groggy tone.

“My names Calus, take it easy. You’ll be alright,” Calus assured her in a gentle tone.

“Wait…you’re Caliseus?” Calypso winced however her question earned a questioning furrowed brow from Striker.

“Call me Calus,” Calus simply insisted ignoring the questioning look Striker was giving him.

“Alright, I wasn’t aware any Dracony…ugh! Still existed…” Calypso groaned as Calus turned to start walking to the elevator while Striker went to put Bombproof with Aurora.

“Neither did I…how did you know my name?” Calus wondered pressing the button on the elevator.

“Most of the clan knew about you…and your family,” Calypso briefly explained through pained breaths.

“Great, I’m a celebrity,” Calus chuckled stepping into the elevator.

Taking Calypso upstairs Calus carried the female Dracony into his penthouse taking her straight to one of the extra bedrooms. Gingerly Calus laid her on the bed on her good side allowing Calypso’s one wing to spread out, Calus grabbed some supplies from the communal bathroom in the hallway then returned just as Striker came through the front door. Striker hung up his jacket then toed off his boots, stopping in the kitchen to grab a couple ice packs before heading to the spare bedroom where he’d watch Calus go. Calus undid the rope holding Calypso’s injured wing to her body, gently undoing the splint Striker had made so he could get a better look at the break. Striker handed an ice pack to Calypso for her face then applied one to her injured ribs making the female Dracony wince from the cold as well as the slight twinge of pain it caused her followed by a cry of pain as Calus prodded the break in her wing.

“Sorry about that, I have to determine if I can mend it,” Calus apologized.

“It…it’s fine…I can endure it,” Calypso managed to get out.

“You know, you don’t have to act all tough,” Calus chuckled.  

“I’m a warrior Calus… I’ve been injured before…this is nothing,” Calypso stated through pained winces.

“A warrior, for the Dracony?” Calus inquired partially seeking clarification and partially trying to distract Calypso from the pain.

“Yes…when a Dracony is born with wings…they are destined to become…warriors in the clan,” Calypso explained.

“Destined? What if Ya weren’t interested in that?” Striker curiously inquired.

“That isn’t a thing for Dracony…when you’re born you are…slated for your future job based on…various traits,” Calypso continued to explain.

“That sounds shitty,” Striker absently commented

“No kidding, also it looks like I can heal this break with my magic. Try to relax,” Calus explained hovering his hands over the broken bone in Calypso’s wing.

“You can use healing magic?” Calypso asked curiously.

“Yeah, it’s what I’m proficient in,” Calus responded, a blueish glow starting to radiate from his palms.

“That’s…a rare magic...guess I should have assumed though…white Dracony aren’t common either,” Calypso explained with a huffed laugh.

“Really? Humph, go figure,” Calus retorted with a small laugh.

“You don’t seem to know much about us,” Calypso absently commented.

“Nah, my mother told me a few things but because she died when I was only 7 she didn’t really get a chance to tell me everything,” Calus responded.

“I didn’t realize you were so young when she was put to death,” Calypso retorted in a sorrowful voice.

“Yep…wait, how did you know she was put to death?” Calus questioned upon realizing how Calypso had phrased it.

“Because the whole clan knew…another in a long line of horrible decisions the council made…and yet another reason the people wanted the council disbanded,” Calypso answered.

“Yer people were tryin’ ta overthrow their leaders?” Striker asked.

“Yes, the council was out dated both in the way they thought and in the laws they held onto. The people wanted change, but the council did not. There was a resistance starting right before I was sent on my last mission…before…” Calypso trailed off with another sorrowful look crossing her face.

“Do you know what happened to the clan?” Calus asked.

“No, I returned from a 3 month mission and all I found was…ash,” Calypso answered simply, her ocean blue eyes becoming slightly glassy.

“Alright, easy Darlin’,” Striker cooed gently pushing a strand of hair from her face then pressing the back of his hand to her forehead.

“Your wing is finished but keep it still for a bit, let me work on your ribs next,” Calus informed Calypso, maneuvering to rest on the bed in front of the female Dracony while Striker went to the hallway bathroom for a moment.  

“So, you live with an imp,” Calypso stated gently wiping her eyes.

“Yes, we work together as well,” Calus added, removing the bandages from her ribs.

“Oh, I see…that must be…nice…” Calypso trailed off.

“Yeah, so is the sex,” Calus added with a smirk earning a wide-eyed surprised look from Calypso.

“Oh! I see…” Calypso exclaimed in surprise with a slight flush crossing her cheeks.

“Come on, you had to have suspected,” Calus chuckled.

“Not really…just because two people work together and live together doesn’t mean their sleeping together,” Calypso stated.

“Ha-ha, well now you know,” Calus continued to laugh, starting to heal Calypso’s ribs.

Striker returned with a cool cloth in hand that he started pressing around Calypso’s face from behind making her hum in appreciation. Silence fell over the room for a little while as Calus finished up healing Calypso’s ribs then quickly healed the injury to her face. Calypso began falling asleep afterwards thus Calus encouraged her to get some rest and they would share some dinner later. Calus and Striker moved into the living area to relax for a while however just as they sat down Striker turned to Calus with a smirk on his face that made the Dracony roll his eyes.

“What?” Calus asked knowing the look on Striker’s face all too well.

“Caliseus?” Striker simply asked never losing that smirk.

“It’s my real name, my mother shortened it to Calus,” Calus briefly explained with a deep sigh.

“Family name?” Striker wondered.

“Sort of…apparently the Dracony see the name as a powerful one,” Calus continued.

“But Ya don’t go by it?” Striker curiously inquired.

“No, my mother always used to call me Calus thus it just sort of stuck,” Calus finished his explanation.

“For what it’s worth I prefer Calus,” Striker stated, eliciting a smile from Calus.

A few hours later Calypso emerged from the guest bedroom still moving a little delicately however she seemed far better. Striker had been sitting on the nearest arm chair with his legs up over the arm, hat tipped over his eyes until he heard the female Dracony enter the living area, tipping his hat upwards.

“How are you feeling?” Calus asked looking in Calypso’s direction.

“Better then I was,” Calypso answered.

“Good, if you’re hungry there’s some left over food in the kitchen,” Calus explained gesturing to the kitchen area.

“Thanks,” Calypso smiled making her way into the kitchen.

A few days later Calypso was ready to leave, standing at the front door with Calus.

“You sure you don’t want to stay a little longer?” Calus asked.

“I appreciate the offer…but…I’m not one to stay in one place for long, it’s time to move on. I appreciate everything you’ve done though,” Calypso assured Calus with a warm smile.

“Alright…here, if you ever need anything feel free to call me,” Calus offered handing a card with his number on it to Calypso.

“Thank you,” Calypso returned accepting the card.

With that Calypso bid Calus fair well then left the penthouse however Calus was more then certain he’d see her again.

#Helluvaboss #Helluvabossfanfiction #HelluvabossStriker #HelluvabossOC #HelluvabossOriginalCharacters #OC #Original Female Character #Original Male Character #Striker x Original Male Character #Angst #Drama #Adventure #Action #Hurt/Comfort

[fluffleforce-mysdrym]

Do you have a readers guide for where to start reading your fics?

Okay, so. The short answer is to read the Impervious series, because it's in chronological order, and then Of a Feather, because even though it's a soulmate AU, it's mostly what happens. It starts with Twisted Fate.

The longer answer is under the cut.

There is a metric shit ton of little fics that go into the Impervious universe, so I'm gonna list these chronologically.

Impervious Canon

Shadowlands Prelude Stuff that happens in the Shadowlands before most members of Impervious are ever born.

Fractured Glass - Zovaal - Zovaal in the Maw, resolving to fuck shit up someday. Part of October Writing Prompts

A Quiet Night - Renathal trying to cheer up his Sire.

Overcoming Guilt - the Accuser rising to power in Revendreth/crushing on the Curator

By Any Other Name - The Curator learning more about the power and point of names

Masks - General Draven - Draven and Kaal guarding a venthyr party. Part of October Writing Prompts

Extra Spice - The Fearstalker - The Fearstalker with her hopebreakers. Part of October Writing Prompts

Blisterback - How Blisterback ended up in the Ember Ward

Card House (Lie) - Devos - Devos' fall from grace. Part of October Writing Prompts

Crumbling - Droman Aliothe - The start of the drought. Part of October Writing Prompts

Social Climb - The Tithelord - The Tithelord gets drawn into Sire Denathrius' plans. Part of October Writing Prompts

Plagued Shadows - Margrave Stradama - The margrave's fall to madness after her house falls. Part of October Writing Prompts

Fear's Fall - The Fearstalker's failure to protect her siblings (the ending bit does jump forward, but eh. I think it belongs here)

The Mortal Coil Prelude The events that happen on Azeroth leading up to the guild Impervious being made.

Twisted Fate - Amaeria Lightswill falling in love with Gryst'lyn Emberdawn

A Simple Tale - The story of how Gregor Smithson died

Lost Souls - What happens when the Scourge sweeps through

A Naive Hope - Mitchell's first attempts to reverse the plague and his death

Dark Heart - Timmons' backstory and how Liila gets her name

The Everfrost Rose - Liila, Haa'aji, and Timmons adventuring Sprocket's introduction. I want to rewrite this one (actually I have, I just haven't typed up my changes), so of all, this is the most skippable

Role Model - Sethyl Sunblade's backstory before he joins the guild

A Bridge Too Far - 3 Billy Goats Gruff parody. Ta'lim just wants to do a public service, but people suck

Impervious The fic that started all my bullshit <3

Impervious - a group of idiots heroes band together to save the world and piss each other off

When the Fuck Does This Happen The side fics that don't quite fit in the timeline, but were fun to write anyway

A Warlock With A Heart - Liila regales everyone of the proof she has that warlocks are not all terrible sociopaths

A Grouch and His Lady - Nathanos just wants a date with his lady

Mortal Infestation in the Shadowlands The Impervious Canon gets a little wonky here, so bear with me.

Of a Feather Chapters 1 -3 - The start of the Shadowlands bullshit for Liila. Most of this is canon, just there is no weird draw, no soulmates. Eridia still wholeheartedly believes in them in the Impervious Canon, it's just in the 'real' version, she's wrong rofl

Grand Old Time - Vole gets laid

Languid Shadows Chapters 1 & 2 - Prince Renathal in the Maw and Liila getting her ass handed to her by Sire Denathrius. Nothing after that is 'canon'

Of a Feather Chapters 4-19 - Again, everything minus the soulmate thing is Impervious Canon. So there would be little differences, but not much.

Tolling Bells - happens around chapter 18 of Of a Feather.

There's more of the October Writing Prompts that fall in with the canon, but I need to get some work done before tomorrow, so I'm gonna leave this here.

Thank you for your interest in my fics <3 <3

#Impervious #World of Warcraft #my writing stuff #this was fun #but i have to make notes for literal equations #because the teacher who is helping me with math 1 was appalled someone told me to cut literal equations from my curriculum #:x

[thelivingmemegod]

What are your thoughts on the Rainbow Vision dolls? (There's like three different bands in it)

I don’t know why but Dollect separates Shadow high from Rainbow high completely but it does so the Rainbow Divas and Royal Three will be first, then Neon Shadow.

Royal Three: Tiara Song!

I don’t entirely love her base outfit. It’s again, the fault of RH’s super short torso’s but her bodysuit and skirt look awkward. Her cropped jacket is cute though. Lover her boots, mic, nails and tiara though, all fire.

Her second outfit is so fucking Kpop I love it.

That half blazer, turtleneck bodysuit and skirt combo feels like irl kpop girlies have worn it and it’s perfect. The only thing I’d change is, once again, make them short boots. Both because I’d like them better and because it’s more actuate to kpop girls shoes. They’re rarely ever performing strappy heels like this.

Her third outfit feels like a personal style one, so it’s pretty simple and nice, and the strappy heels work!

Royal Three: Tessa park!

Love her stage outfit. She looks a lot like K/DA Akali (both the Popstars and All Out eras)

I love her leather half pants (especially with the print down the side), long sock, sneakers and crop shirt, sunglasses and mic but the real show? RACING 👏 JACKET 👏 ITS SO COOL I also seriously love her sneakers they’re soooo good.

Her second outfit, I’d like much more if it didn’t have. The weird thing on it. I have no idea what that is. But I love the pants with the underwear band showing and the short, sports bra like top. The strappy heels don’t look bad but I’d probably keep her sneakers on for that. Her third outfit is mostly the same, but the top is swapped for a plane tshirt and I like it!

Royal three: Minnie Choi

CUTE. GOD. My favorite stage outfit by far.

Her pearl top and jacket and zip pleated skirt are SO cute topped with those BOOTS I love it here. I especially love the paneling of the boots, kinda draws back up to the skirt. I also really, really love her heart mic.

Her second outfit I like…a bit less. Because it feels like the black and pearl accenting gets a little too busy for the doll scale. If it was full size I think it would be just fine.

Third out is why I think it’s that. Cuz pair that skirt with a normal tshirt and it’s just fine, the skirt is really cute actually.

I do have one question: If you’re gonna make molded socks AND shoes. Why not just make them boots then? My only gripe for her anyways let’s go!

Rainbow Divas: Meline Luxe!

God just. Look at her. Look at her she’s so-

*Scream*

EVEN HER SECOND OUTFIT LOOKS LIKE SHE’S ANSWERING THE DOOR TO THE POLICE AFTER KILLING HER RICH HUSBAND???

The brown eyes check, the golden curls, check, the EXTREME high low skirt and half shoulder top. With the chains and sequins and tule I just AH-

I crave and need a slip dress like the second outfit and those CHAIN STRAP HEELS I AM-

Rainbow Divas: Ayesha Sterling!

SAME VERSE SAME AS THE FIRST BABEY.

The extreme high low but in a different way from Meline and it also has floof all around the hems, that’s 1. What’s two is that dark skin, silver outfit and hair CONTRAST IM GONNA-

Second outfit, beautiful wonderful. I adore this sequin two piece and the FEATHER BOA AHHHH-

Rainbow Divas: Sabrina St. Cloud!

UNEVEN HEM MERMAID DRESS YESSS

Once again, the sequins and the top bit and the belt and the heels I just UGHHHa

Then mis ma’am in her skirt and top set with that cunty ass fur coat and. For once. I like the sparkly socks and shoes. I like it here. Plus the gold and pink accessories??? GIRL GN IM PASSING AWAY.

In summery:

Neon Shadow: Harley Limestone!

I love her stage outfit, this huge hoodie and shorts that almost touch her socks that are only a little longer than her knee high lace up shoes. I love her like greeen sleeves and the chunky Japanese characters on her hoodie. I love her barbed wire cat ears too.

(Fun fact I used to have converse that tall and I LOVED THEM. I grew out of them and I’d kill to have them again but they’re super expensive now)

Second outfit is fire. The printed top, white and green jacket and the almost…cargo color jeans with the cat heads on it? It’s very hot topic and I love that for her. Her steel toe high tops are amazing and I love all the studs.

Neon Shadow: Uma Vamhoose!

She looks good! The blues and purples work pretty well together, mostly with her hair. I like the sequin top and net one underneath. The spit pants are cool but I do wish the actual pattern was the same on both legs. Like that is…the same pattern. Heels are cool, I like the hat.

Second outfit is hella cute! Cute tshirt, cool trench coat with the leather-y sleeves and the rhinestones on them. Skirt is really cute, the purple and blue are really nice. Love the shoes.

Neon Shadow: Mara Pinkette!

Firstly, I think Mara’s skin wasn’t a great choice color wise. Because everything but her eyes washes her out really badly.

Love the like…Disney hat-but-cat hat she has on? Then the pink crimps are nice, her short sleeve jean jacket rocks and I love her t-shirt dress and the sock type-boots. Her outfit is great honestly it’s just her skintone.

Next up, I love this outfit! Dress is cute as hell, studded boots with pink soles and the jacket is super cute.

The band is distinctly very hot topic and I love that for them

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